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anonymous asked:

Ahh~! I loved your little angsty drabble!! :D Could I request some jealous Rick? Maybe how guys keep hitting on his girlfriend & he gets jealous and pouty but you make it clear to him that you're his and only his? Just an idea, I'm fine with any jealous Rick idea you got ;)

Okay so this wasn’t exactly like your idea but it was in the general ballpark. Trying to break out of this writer’s block is hard as hell so I hope you like this! I’m so, so sorry it took so long ;;


Jealousy, an emotion you felt on more than one occasion. You hated feeling that way and you knew it was stupid. More times than not you’ve felt jealousy flow through your body when it came to Rick going out on his adventures with Morty. You knew they often went out together and sometimes it was days before they ever returned. You figured the jealousy you felt was because of all the time Rick and his grandson spent together. You wish you could spend a lot of time with Rick.

Today was no different as you sat on the couch, arm propped up on the arm as you rested your head against your hand. The tv was on but you were paying it no mind at all, you sort of just drifted off into your own thoughts as you stared at the tv stand. That was until Summer plopped down on the couch beside you, jolting you from your thoughts. You looked over to see her, of course, on her phone as usual.

“Why are you looking so sad?” Summer asked as she locked her phone and set it down beside her on the armrest of the couch.

“Huh? Oh, no reason..” You mumbled out softly as you extended your leg to very gently kick at the leg of the coffee table.

“Uh huh. It wouldn’t have anything to do with my grandpa, would it? You always seem so down when he and Morty are out.” Summer smirked a little.

It was no secret to the kids that you and Rick were dating. Beth and Jerry, on the other hand, were none the wiser and just considered you as a good family friend. It was actually rather amusing to you that even Rick doesn’t know that the kids found out about your relationship. You could easily play this off as boredom if it was Beth or Jerry but Summer was anything but stupid and could always read you like a book.

you puffed out your cheek in mild annoyance before sighing and looking over at her. “We aren’t spending a lot of time together these days and I’ll admit I’m starting to feel a little jealous that Morty gets to go out on all these adventures with him when I can hardly get a simple hello from him. It’s like I’m not even here anymore. It’s a chore to get his attention..”

It pained you to say it out loud but it was true. It felt like Rick was slowly slipping away from you. It was getting harder and harder to gain his attention in you. You felt as if he had become bored with you and that feeling always left a bad taste in your mouth and a huge lump in your throat.

“Well then let’s make him pay attention.” Summer grinned mischievously and you raised an eyebrow at her and tilted your head.

In that moment there was rustling and noise coming from the garage and Summer stood up, nodding her head for you to follow. You got up and followed her into the kitchen where the door to the garage was slightly ajar.

“So you gonna come with me to this party? Please, please come with me. There will be some older guys there. You might find a date~” Summer beamed happily and loudly enough for her voice to travel into the garage.

Morty opened the garage door more to step into the kitchen, he walked past you both with an exhausted ‘hello’ before trailing upstairs and who was following him into said kitchen? Rick. He walked right past you and Summer and opened the fridge to grab a beer and you felt your heart sink into your stomach. He didn’t bother saying hello. He just leaned against the counter top and drank his stupid can of beer.

“So you’re going to come with me tonight right? you could find the guy of your dreams!” Summer smiled widely and Rick side glanced at the two.

you scratched the nape of your neck before sighing. You weren’t sure what Summer’s end game was but you decided to play along anyways. “S-Sure. I’ll go with you. I don’t have any plans anyway.” You smiled sweetly and you could hear Rick scoff from behind you.

“So you’re going out to a..a…a teeny boppers party? You, you ever think Summer might be you know.. UUUGH using you to gain popularity?” Rick growled from the counter and you wanted to grin but you decided to look at him and give him the coldest expression that you could muster.

“She isn’t as heartless as you.” You said giving Rick a small wink before walking away.

“Party’s at 7!” Summer called out to you.

Seven O'clock rolled around and you decided to go with a nice casual look but still enough to show a little skin. It wasn’t your intention of going to the party to hook up with someone. You and Summer knew all too well that Rick would take the bait and follow you both in secret. You knocked on the Smith/Sanchez door and Jerry opened up the door.

“Ah, nice to see you. You here to pick up Summer?” Jerry asked as he sidestepped, letting you walk into the house.

“Yup!” you smiled happily as you seen Rick look back from where he was sitting on the couch. He let out a rather annoyed sigh and your stomach filled with butterflies. Summer’s plan was already working and you haven’t even left yet!

“We’ll be back around 1~” Summer Chimed happily and Jerry started to look rather concerned.

“That’s a little late.” He looked between the both of you.

“Don’t worry dad, I’m not going to be alone.” Summer walked over and placed a hand on your shoulder before walking out the door, you soon following after as you said goodbye to Jerry and Rick. Even though Rick hardly responded at all.

Closer to the end of the night you were sitting on someone else’s couch, drink in hand although you hardly touched it. It seemed as if Summer’s plan backfired. There were 0 signs of Rick anywhere. Maybe he really didn’t care? Was this how it’s going to be from now on? The thought made your stomach turn a little bit.

You were ripped out of your thoughts when you felt an arm sling around your shoulder, your attention snapped to the person who was invading your bubble to see a drunken male wobbling in his seat, clearly extremely drunk. Summer was right there were older guys here, just not the one you wanted to be here.

“Could you take your arm off me please..” you mumbled lowly.
“Why? What’s the big deal? You’re very pretty.” He smiled.

He seemed pretty harmless. He wasn’t holding you tightly or anything, he was just one of those over happy drunks and it wasn’t in you to be very mean to people so you accepted the compliment with a small smile and a “thank you.”

The male had stayed like that for awhile as you both talked. to be honest, you had forgotten his arm was wrapped around your shoulder. You guess a part of you just wanted to feel close to someone, even if it was a complete drunken stranger. You both talked about a lot of different things like how you knew Summer, how old you were, and why you were here without a date.

You don’t know why but you told the drunken male about your relationship with Rick, without using his name of course. You didn’t want to embarrass Summer. You stressed your feelings and that’s when the male leaned in further towards you, he pressed his lips against yours and you immediately jerked back.

“Whoa..” you raised your hands up so that they came in between you and the male.

“What’s the problem. your boyfriend seems like such an ass-HEY!” The drunken guy slurred as he was yanked up from his seat.

You looked up and to your horror stood Rick. Rick was gripping the other males arm so tightly you thought that a small simple twist would break the poor guy’s arm. Rick looked pissed beyond all belief.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Rick growled as he glared at the drunken male.

“Just- Just having some fun old man. No, No harm.” The guy sputtered but wenced out when Rick twisted the guy’s arm.

“If, If, If I were you I’d seriously consider finding someone else because this one here is mine.” Rick huffed and you felt heat rush to your face when you heard him call you his.

Rick let go of the guy and the drunken guy stumbled away holding his arm tightly. There were a few eyes on you but you didn’t care. the only ones that mattered were Rick’s. you had to admit, seeing him become defensive over you made you want to leap off the couch and kiss him but you knew better.

“And you. What the- what the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Rick glared down at you and you felt as if you had sunk into the couch a little more. You didn’t want to cause any more of a scene. Rick, of course, sensed this and grabbed your hand tightly, yanking you up before going outside.

Once you were outside Rick pulled you into him, wrapping his arms tightly around you. You were a little confused at the sudden action.
“Look. I know I haven’t been that great lately- Been busy a lot but don’t ever do that again… I was here from start to finish you know.” Rick said softly, his hold tightening a little bit. “When I saw you with that guy it made me so pissed off, I wanted to punch that asshole in the face. I don’t want anyone else to touch you like that-I don’t give a crap if it was innocent or not. You’re with me and me only. I don’t like to share” He growled as he thought about the memory and that’s when you finally hugged him back. He did care and that made you happy.

anonymous asked:

Trini gets drunk and Kim has to take care of her. Cue the endless fluff

Kim gets a text from Trini at two in the morning, Trini was drunk and stranded and Kim couldn’t just leave her out there. She pushes herself out of bed, changing into jeans before pulling a hoodie on over her pajama shirt. She sneaks down stairs to grab her mother’s car keys and then heads out to pick up her friend. 

She finds Trini on the top of the cliff, she’s curled up on the edge, her head tilted up toward the sky and Kim has to take a minute to just look at her. “Hey cutie,” She says after a moment, moving to sit next to the other girl. 

“Hey,” Trini replies, her voice a little hoarse. Her eyes are swollen and she’s sniffing every so often like she had been crying before she started drinking. 

“What’s wrong?” Kim asks, her head tipping up to look at the stars as well, trying to ignore the heavy scent of alcohol coming from the smaller girl. 

“Nothing’s wrong, I’m just fine and dandy,” Trini hums, swaying a little as a pitiful little laugh spills from her lips. 

“T…” Kim whispers, shifting so she can wrap an arm around the other girl’s shoulders, pulling them close. “Talk to me,” 

Trini sighs softly, shaking her head a little, trying to fight of the tears that threaten to spill down her cheeks once more. “I just-I came out to my mom,” She says finally, her voice cracking as a sob breaks through her resolve. 

Kim is quick to act, all but scooping Trini into her lap, holding her tightly. “Oh honey, what happened?” 

“She told me that I couldn’t come home,” Trini admits softly, her face buried in Kim’s shirt. 

Kim’s heart breaks at that, rocking the smaller girl slowly until she calms down. “It’s okay, Trini, I’ve got you. You can stay with me, my parents love you,” She says, rubbing her hand over Trini’s back soothingly. 

They stay like that for a while before Kim shifts Trini in her arms, effortlessly picking up the yellow ranger in her arms.  “Let’s go home,” She murmurs, walking the to the car. 

The drive back to the Hart’s home is a quiet one where Trini has Kim’s hand in her own as a sort of anchor to the moment, keeping her calm. “Thank you,” She says when they pull into the drive way, a light in the kitchen signaling that Kim’s absence had not gone unnoticed. “Shit,” 

“Calm down, I texted mom before we left the cliff,” Kim hums, squeezing Trini’s hand before getting out of the car. She move to help Trini out as well, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to keep the smaller girl steady. “Remind me to never let you near alcohol again, you’re clumsy enough without all this swaying.” 

“Fuck off, Hart,” Trini mumbles as they walk through the door being greeted by Mrs. Hart’s look of concern. 

“Come on, lets get some gatorade in you before we get you to bed,” The older woman says, helping Kim get the other girl into the kitchen. 

Trini can’t say she isn’t shocked by the behavior, knowing her own mother would have freaked out and then some. She allows herself to be settled into a chair, a cool bottle of sports drink pressed into her hand. “Thank you,” She murmurs, cracking the lid before chugging the blue liquid down. 

Mrs. Hart has her drink one more before allowing Kim to take her upstairs with a murmured, “We’ll talk about everything in the morning,” before the girl’s disappeared up the steps. 

Trini lets out a soft sigh as she sits on the bed, head in her hands. “What am I going to do? All my shit is in that stupid house…” She says, her voice sounding more tired than sad. 

“We’ll figure it out, okay?” Kim replies softly, pulling out a tshirt and shorts for the other girl. “Relax a little, bub.” 

Trini nods a little, taking the offered clothing without looking up at the pink ranger. “I just…I didn’t think it would end up like this,” 

Kim frowns a little, moving to kneel in front of her friend, tangling their fingers together. “It’s going to be okay, you’ve got me and the boys,” She says softly, pressing their foreheads together so Trini has to look at her. “You’re not alone, you’ll never be alone.” 

Trini can feel her heart stutter in her chest at the whispered reassurance, her tongue darting out to wet her overly dry lips. “Kim…” She starts but is surprisingly cut off by warm lips on her own. 

“Never alone, okay?” Kim murmurs against Trini’s lips before pulling away a bit, a shy smile on her face. “Now get ready for bed, I’m going to hunt you down a toothbrush, I don’t wanna be kissing gross booze mouth in the morning.”

The yellow ranger stares at the door Kim had disappeared through, her heart hammering in her chest. Kimberly Hart had just kissed her and was currently finding her a toothbrush so that she could kiss her again. “Holy shit…” 

She shakes herself out of her shock, forcing herself to get changed. “Angel Grove High cheer squad,” She reads out the text on the borrowed shirt with a soft chuckle before tugging it on. 

Kim comes in shortly after, smirking at how baggy her clothes are on her friend before presenting a yellow toothbrush with a flourish. “For you,” She grins, as though it were a token to cherish. 

Trini smiles wide, taking the brush with a snort. “How’d you manage to find a yellow one?” She asks, brows raised at the taller girl. 

“Just lucky I guess,” Kim hums, shrugging her shoulders before directing the girl to the bathroom. While Trini is brushing her teeth, Kim takes the time to change back into her pajamas. 

She’s curled up in bed by the time Trini shuffles back into the room, a nervous energy about her. “Uh, I can sleep on the floor…”

“Shut up and get in the bed,” Kim chuckles, opening the blanket so that Trini can crawl in next to her. “Big or little spoon?” She asks, brows raised at the yellow ranger. 

“Big…” Trini mumbles, a slight pout to her lips that makes Kim giggle before shifting so she can press her back into the smaller girl’s front. “Thank you,” She hums, sliding an arm over Kim’s waist. 

“Anything for you,” Kim yawns softly, her eyes falling shut as the other girl pulls her closer. She can feel Trini’s nose against the nape of her neck, the steady breathing from her friend lulling her to sleep. 

Morning comes too soon for Trini’s liking, but there’s a warmth surrounding her that makes waking up just a little easier. She can’t help but snuggle into the girl next to her, opening her eyes to find her face resting on the chest of a still sleeping Kim. 

She smiles softly, leaning up to pepper the pink ranger’s face in soft kisses until Kim is waking up with a soft giggle. “Good morning to you, too,” Kim hums, stretching under the smaller girl. 

“Morning,” Trini replies, smiling down at the girl. “How’d you sleep?” 

“Pretty good after I got back from your parents’ place,” Kim smirks, reaching up to brush her fingers against Trini’s cheek.

“What? Why’d you go there?” Trini asks, brows furrowing. “When did you go?” 

Kim chuckles a bit, shrugging a little. “After you fell asleep, I got Jason and Zack to help me and we ran over and grabbed all of the stuff out of your room.” Kim replies, tapping Trini’s nose gently. “Couldn’t have you living here without your belongings.” 

Happiness swells in Trini’s chest as she looks down at the taller girl, love shining in those dark eyes. “I have the best girlfriend ever,” She finds herself saying, her cheeks going red at the realization that she hadn’t actually asked Kim out. 

“Yes you do,” Kim winks, leaning up to brush their lips together. “Now, why don’t you go shower and then we can go talk to my mom about stuff and then we can go get breakfast, okay?” 

Trini nods a little, a warm smile on her lips as she gets up and off the bed, moving to a basket full of her clothes, rummaging through them until she finds a suitable outfit. “I’ll be out soon,” She promises, feeling more hopeful than she had in a long time. 

“Don’t have too much fun,” 

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EXPLAINING COMMON SENSE TO ANTIS AND OT8 STANS (1/??)

fact: when working on a film or a drama, the person hired does not work under the group’s name but as an actor, as an individual person. this is not only the case with yixing, but also with chanyeol and kyungsoo. where was the outrage then? or is it only bad when it’s a Chinese member?

anonymous asked:

Headcanons for Kakashi and Neji dealing with a s/o on her period ? I'm literally dying and I need some support from my babies 😂💕

I gotchu fam. Hope these are okay and I hope you feel better!

Kakashi and Neji Helping Their Fem!S/o While She’s on Her Period:

Kakashi:

Originally posted by hatakenin

  • He is better than Neji, that is for sure. He is going to comfort his girl like there is no tomorrow. Also I feel like Kakashi has more experience in these situations just due to his age and the women he has been around through his life.
  • Is his love having crippling cramps? Kakashi has got her covered. He will bust out the heating pad, get her Konoha’s finest over the counter pain killers, buy her favorite drink and hang out with his little lady until she feels better. He’ll let her curl up into him if that is what you want to do. And he will love taking hot baths with her. 
    • He lowkey likes it when his girlfriend is on their period because it gives him an excuse to be lazy and likes how needy they become. 
  • If his girlfriend needs chocolate or any other fatty-food, he has got them covered. He’ll have a secret stash just in case her period decides to make a surprise a visit. 
  • Also has her favorite movies and books on hand in the event she needs something to do. Also has tissues just in case something she usually laughs at makes her cry.
  • Would definitely join in on wearing sweatpants. 
  • Kakashi has NO SHAME about walking into a pharmacy and buying pads/tampons. You can try and make him uncomfortable, but it’s literally impossible. He’ll even make eye contact with the cashier through the entire transaction. 
  • If she’s feeling bloated, he will shower her with compliments and tell her, “He wouldn’t have her any other way.”
  • If she bleeds through her pants in public he will walk behind her or pick her up and take her home. (If he wore a jacket with sleeves he would gladly give it to her so she could tie it around her waste).

Neji:

Originally posted by chunli

  • He is not as experienced as Kakashi. Tenten doesn’t really show any difference on her period. She may be a little more mood, but he’s smart enough not to say something. And Hinata doesn’t exactly interact with the world while she’s on her period. So therefore, the genius of the Hyuga clan is at a loss. 
  • Oh but he’s super concerned for his girlfriend. If she tells him, “It feels like someone is stabbing me in the gut and twisting the knife.” He is going to freak out. Like, that sounds so bad and he doesn’t want his s/o to be in that kind of pain. He did a read an article or two on the matter, so he’s going to force feed them pain meds and make them drink lots of water. However, if his gf asks nicely he will cuddle with them and rub circles either on their back or on their midsection. And he’ll grab the biggest blanket to ensure that she’s warm.
  • He’s not going to approach them with a lot of comfort, he’s going to go with the medical approach. He’s going to make sure they drink a lot of water and some herbal tea. He’s not going to give them chocolate unless she threaten to rip out his eyes and make her eat healthy foods. He’s going to make her go for walks, because exercise helps with the cramps. Once all of that is done to his standards, he’s going to default into lazy mode and just sleep with her. 
  • I feel like he’s not the type to be able to buy her tampons/pads. Only because he’s going to get into feminine hygiene aisle and see all the different types and not know what to do. He’ll either ask Hinata to shop with him or ask to borrow whatever she uses. 
  • He will walk behind her in the event that she bleeds through and if anyone points it out, he will insult them. 

anonymous asked:

I honestly think you're a blessing for hp fandom. Why? Because I've read so many people telling how they fell in love with Ginny or hinny way more than with the books and movies. And honestly I'm one of them too. I have grown to love Ginny and Harry through your canons. And don't let me get started with your art because that's some magic! It's so smooth and relaxing and appealing and.. perfect! Hope you have a excellent day/night!♡

Thank you so much!! <3

anonymous asked:

I joined the studyblr community to help me fid good ways to study and be motivated, but recently it's become really overwhelming. i'll read through or 'be more productive' or 'self care' masterposts hoping to get some tips but instead it just feels like I'm the worst student ever and there's so many thing I have to do to become good that i end up more stressed and with no motivation to be a better student. It's gotten to the point where even a list of bujo spread ideas is too much

Hey there! I actually think this is a much more common problem than you think! I’ve had a few messages of a similar notion. I think coming to studyblr and having the idea that a lot of us have our lives in order, our notes perfected and our grades their highest gives you this automatic assumption that you aren’t as good. This sound horrendous but, like most social media, our feeds are (to an extent) curated and that can seem like everything is hunky dory. I think studyblr is quite realistic though so hopefully as you get more involved you see that not all studyblrs are perfect students. So I would definitely start by saying, take it all with a pinch of salt. It can be super overwhelming at times and at those points, do leave Tumblr alone. It isn’t worth putting unnecessary pressure on yourself to attempt to live up to someone’s study life highlights.

Another thing is although there are a million tips out there, you don’t need to use them all. Sometimes they’re only applicable to certain examination systems, subjects, etc so you can disregard them if they don’t apply. Others might be super complicated and over the top which, again, you aren’t required to listen too. If something doesn’t seem like it would work for you, don’t force yourself to try/continue trying it. For instance, some things like rewriting notes helped tremendously for me because I used that as a study method because I had a lot of free time. But for you (say you’re someone with a job, extracurricular classes and sports commitments) might not have that same opportunity. You shouldn’t feel like you’re less of a good student because you aren’t doing the same thing as someone else. 

Trying to implement a million new things is never going to work, whichever way you try. You’re better off testing out one new method of something every 3 months. I remember reading a book (I wish I could remember that title) which talked about people spreading themselves over too many goals and how it doesn’t work and becomes demoralising. If you do want to try something that can help you improve as a student, take it one step at a time. Don’t pressure yourself to make a load of changes at once. Also, being a good student starts from the moment you choose to make the difference. As Brian Moran says an athlete doesn’t become great after their first gold medal but at the point they choose to push themselves. Trying your best, recovering from ‘failures’, improving your skills are all parts of becoming a better student. These are characteristics that take time to build.

To start, I think you should attempt to reduce the parts of Tumblr that do stress you. Don’t overwhelm yourself with things, like a bullet journal, that make you feel like you aren’t enough. Try to keep things positive and enjoyable. I really hope this is helpful. It sucks to hear that someone in the community is struggling and I really wish I can help ease that xxx

I Don’t Love You I Want in Your House     |     LadyLondonderry

Louis/Harry & Liam/Zayn   |   6.9k   |   Teen

Harry comes into the bakery almost every day trying to woo Louis.

Zayn works out at the gym maybe a little more than necessary so that he can get the chance to watch Liam train.

Niall is the only one who ever checks the mail.

New Memories (Drake x MC)

[A little note: Pretty small and done on a whim as I was sifting through some requests. Thanks @parkerattano for the domestic/fluff prompt 16. Trying Something New .  Hope it’s enjoyable!]

[Words Counted: 1790]

[Summary: Robyn (MC) agrees to try camping for the first time with Drake, and he shares a little bit more than usual under the stars.]


Robyn feels mosquitoes buzzing by her ear.

They’re annoyingly back for blood; probably bitter from her last attempt at getting rid of them.

For the past half an hour she’s been trying her damndest to win the quiet war she’s having with them, and yet despite her best efforts – they’ve returned. Like unwanted fleas, they are relentless in torturing her. As if from the fiery pits of hell – the moment she drops her guard they engage.

Agreeing for her first camping trip with Drake sounded like a good idea when he’d pitched it to her nearly a month ago in bed. She now realizes why he waited for the impromptu time inside bed, while they were both entwined together, instead of over a regular plate of breakfast. He had the upper hand because she had been thoroughly distracted and wasn’t thinking of the gravity of the situation but rather his hard length against her.

And now she’s left with constantly fighting the temptation to grab the car and rush out of this stupid wilderness. She knows she can’t; she’s only indulging inside a little fantasy awhile longer. The reality is they’ve found a camp more than half a mile away from any town in sight and nothing but the wilderness around them. It’s here she’s realized how much of mistake this is.


If it isn’t the bugs, it’s the strange silence. The whispers she swears that breaks it, but all that meets her are trees staring impassively back at her. Her brain is going into overdrive with her cursed imagination the longer she’s here. The worst of it she can’t get out of her head – yanked into this wilderness by some deranged serial killer and screaming until it’s all over. She shouldn’t be thinking such things – these thoughts won’t actually help, but it’s all she can and they refuse to budge as she glances hastily around her surroundings. She repeats the gesture when he isn’t looking.

Every time she stops moving or listens intently - suspicion grows; she can still hear them – despite using the off spray. These damned bugs are still around her, and the second she lingers for more than a few seconds at a time – she jumps at the sound. She’s almost convinced herself they’re communicating against her; finding a way to get rid of her entirely before moving on to Drake.

The outdoors are supposed to be fun, but as a child she’d never spent time outside – simply for being outside. It was always in a rush to get from one place to another. And the way Drake has always mentioned camping with a warm glint in his eyes as he spoke earnestly about his dad – it sparked an interest in Robyn. Yet, as quickly as it came; its beginning to filter panic, fear and paranoia inside her.

There’s no denying now that she’s out here; sitting by the fire he’s created that this was a mistake. Agreeing is definitely going to end up being the death of her.

Her eyes drift towards him and settle there. From the look on his face, she knows he’s in his element. There’s nothing short of a smile on his face as he hums, - actually hums an old familiar country song under his breath. His plaid tee has been rolled up by the sleeves, and she watches with avid interest as his muscles flex. Yum.

He’s been tending the fire in front of them for the last ten minutes ago; since the sun began it’s slowly descend back towards the ground. A bag of marshmallows lay by his feet.

Robyn has spent the last few minutes keeping an eye on mosquitoes and small bugs that are closely within her proximity that she has forgotten all about them. Instead she tucks her legs under her and rests her chin by her knees. She’s watching him again when she almost feels his smile.

“See something you like, Tinsley?” He turns to her coyly, tilting his head to the side with a half-smile. He’s taunting her, and yet she can’t help but giggle.

It’s not often she’s able to see him so honest – so carefree. It’s another side she’s beginning to understand the more he opens up to her. The more he lets his guard down, and being outside in the woods with nothing but acres of land between them and civilization – this is the most at ease she’s ever seen him. “Yeah and he’s right in front of me,” she extends a finger, beckoning him teasingly. “I would like It even more if he’s right next to me instead.”

His grin widens, and he drops the stick he’s been poking the fire with to drop down beside her. “And I’m more than inclined to do as the lady asks,” he replies, smirking.

She feels his quiet heat beside her, and the flames that are close enough to nearly lick her feet makes her wiggle the toes inside her boots. She knows she probably shouldn’t be so close however, the less space between her and the bonfire – the less mosquitoes she has to contend with.

She feels the presence of his arm before he slugs it around her shoulders. It’s familiar and she easily leans into his touch, basking in the quiet comfort of being so close beside him.

“I thought you were going to back out last minute,” he muses, gaze finding hers. “I was ready to win that bet I secretly had inside my head the moment I asked you.”

You betted against me saying no?” She wants to protest but can’t find words convincing enough to drive her non-existent point home.

His mouth tugs into a wry smile.”Is that really such a surprise?”

Shrugging sheepishly, she scoots closer. “It’s not my fault. It’s kinda hard to be the girl that roughs it all the time when I’ve spent so much time in the city.” She shakes her head, “plus I kinda missed out on the whole ‘camping with your parents’ phase,” a slight frown distracts her from the mosquito that lands on her arm. “So – forgive me, if I wear my heart on my sleeve.” Suddenly noticing it, she jumps, nearly hitting him before she whips her hand forward with a resonating crack.

She missed.

“Dammit.” She curses, rubbing her arm at the slight reddish bruise left behind. “Why are these things so damn annoying?!” She makes an obscene gesture with her hands, “Why is everything out here so annoying?” Heaving a frustrated huff, she kicks the imaginary air, until her lips turn into a scowl at the sound of him laughing beside her.

“You know, you’re cute when you’re mad.”

She huffs again. “I’m so not cute,” as if to prove her point she makes a face at him. It’s the most ridiculous face she can muster on such short notice, but seems to have the opposite effect as his mouth twitches.

He laughs even harder. “You’re not really making a strong case for yourself here, Tinsley.”

As rare it is to hear his laugh, she wants to keep a straight face but gives up within seconds. Finally breaking out into a smile, she clucks her tongue. “Fair. It’s just –” she makes an exasperated noise under her breath, “I kind of thought it would be more…romantic and less …frustrating out here.”

His arm that’s snaked around her tightens. “I can do more romantic.”

“I don’t think we’ve got enough liquor for that yet,” she teases. She blinks and her throat dries at the sudden heat in his gaze as if he’s piqued by her challenge. Swallowing, she reaches over him to grab the abandoned marshmallows, before he catches her wrist.

Her pulse jumps.

Bringing Robyn’s hand to his lips, Drake presses a soft kiss that dissolves her willpower nearly right away. “Thank you for coming out here with me.” He murmurs gently; eyes never wavering from hers. There isn’t a doubt inside her mind as she stares back that this means more to him than almost anything else they’ve ever done. “I just wish he was around to have met you,” his lips twists into an almost bitter smile, and he drops her hand. “He would have liked you.”

She leans intently into him, “Of course he would, everyone likes me.” She utters brazenly. When he doesn’t respond, she lowers her tone. “You sure….he wouldn’t mind - me being American and all?”

He snorts. “He married an American, didn’t he?” He smiled, lost in thought for a moment. “I’m pretty sure he’d catch glimpses of what I see – the light that shines so bright every time I look at you. The kind of happiness that I’ve been attracted to, drawn to, even when I didn’t want to admit it to myself. It’s what kept me going.” He pauses, as if trying to find the right words. “You made me want to believe I could have everything. He would’ve appreciated that.”

She can’t hide her smile. “Every time you mention him, I feel like I understand him a little bit better.” She shifts her gaze to the sky, “like I’ve got tiny pieces of him from you.” She bites her lower lip, “and even though, I’ve turned out to be kind of bad at this out-doorsy stuff.” She catches a stray mosquito and shudders before rubbing it off her skin as if for emphasis.

“I know how much being here with you means. I can’t imagine how many good memories you’ve got from camping all those years. All those years you’ve spent with him,” Still managing to keep her tone light, despite the sudden seriousness of their topic, “I would’ve loved to meet him too. The man you admired so much, I would’ve loved to thank him I think.” She entwines her fingers with his, giving him a light squeeze. “I know this can’t replace the kind of memories you have, but I hope – I hope being here again is enough.”

She knows there’s still a sore spot left behind since his father’s death, and she doesn’t want to push more than he gives. Especially not on such a pretty night – with the stars finally beginning to peek beneath the dark shadows of the sky, down at them. Leaning a little closer, she brushes a soft kiss by his brow. She doesn’t get to pull away; he keeps her in place and gives her a kiss so tender that it steals her next breath.

Placing one hand firmly behind her neck, he kisses her again. They’re so achingly soft and sweet that heat blossoms in her chest, until she pulls away first, light-headed from all its intensity. His eyes are solemn and unwaveringly open. “You’re apart of my family now,” he slides his arms around her, hugging her tightly. “So, let’s make some new memories.”

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anonymous asked:

Since we've been deprived of a Shiro/Keith reunion scene for what feels like every rescue so far, I'm holding on to the hope that we get a killer one for when original Shiro somehow returns. I mean I think at this point we deserve a little more than another fade to black + credits. Any thoughts on what that will look like?

ideally shiro and keith will see each other and be instantly teleported to a beach at sunset where they run into each other’s arms through the edge of the surf and shiro catches keith in his big beef arms and spins him around until they both fall in the waves and kiss.

Fiddler on The Roof Lyric Meme
  • "Who, day and night, must scramble for a living?"
  • "Who has the right, as master of the house, to have the final word at home?"
  • "Who must know the way to make a proper home?"
  • "I hear they've picked a bride for me. I hope she's pretty."
  • "Matchmaker, matchmaker make me a match."
  • "Look through your book and make me a perfect match."
  • "Bring me a ring for I'm longing to be the envy of all I see."
  • "I promise you'll be happy. Even if you're not, there's more to life than that."
  • "Did you think you'd get a prince?"
  • "It's not that I'm sentimental. It's just that I'm terrified!"
  • "I realize, of course, that it's no shame to be poor. But it's no great honor either."
  • "If I were a wealthy man, I wouldn't have to work hard."
  • "The most important men in town would compare fawn on me."
  • "When you're rich, they think you really know."
  • "You decreed I should be what I am."
  • "May the Lord protect and defend you."
  • "To life! L'chai-im."
  • "Our great men have written words of wisdom to be used when hardship must be faced."
  • "Life obliges us with hardship."
  • "If our good fortune never comes, here's to whatever comes."
  • "Life has a way of confusing us."
  • "You have each other a pledge?"
  • "This isn't the way it's done. Not here, not now."
  • "Some things I will not, I cannot, allow."
  • "Even a poor tailor is entitled to some happiness."
  • "Wonder of wonder, miracle of miracles."
  • "Tell me what you dreamed and I'll tell you what it meant."
  • "For such a match I prayed."
  • "Have you no considerations for a woman's feelings?"
  • "Is this the little girl I carried?"
  • "I don't remember growing older. When did they?"
  • "Sunrise, sunset."
  • "What words of wisdom can I give them?"
  • "I used to tell myself that I had everything."
  • "I have something that I would die for."
  • "Now I have everything. Not only everything, I have a little bit more."
  • "I'll be with you and that's home enough for me."
  • "It's a new world."
  • "Do you love me?"
  • "After (number) years, why talk love right now?"
  • "The first time I met you was on our wedding day. I was scared."
  • "If that's not love, what is?"
  • "Then you love me?"
  • "I suppose I love you too."
  • "That's what comes from men and women dancing."
  • "How can I hope to make you understand why I do what I do?"
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anonymous asked:

Holsom, #12? Or zimbits! Thanks!

Ransom’s been learning from Bitty for a few weeks now. He’s perfected his stir-fry, he’s honed his wine-bottle-opening skills. He’s even reserved one of the student kitchens and set up a nice little card table with a nice little tablecloth he picked up from the scene shop over at the theater department. Two plates, two napkins, two forks and knives. Even a candle, though really, there’s not room on the table for both the candle and dinner, so something’s gonna get moved at some point.

All that’s left now is to call Holster in.

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to all my mutuals/followers that are on college:
  1. you will eventually get that degree,so relax! breathe and clear your mind once in a while. if you think the pressure is too much, just take a break, the world won’t end if you skip one day of class
  2. keep trying! always keep trying and do your best; you’re failing a class? just talk to your teacher/conselour/friends/someone that has already taken that class so you can come up with a plan b (and c, d, e…) and pass like a pro! yeah, you can fail, and i agree that parents are (mainly) the #1 reason why we are so fucking stressed all the time about passing our classes but it’s better to have tried a lot of things instead of panicking and do nothing about it
  3. don’t be afraid of making mistakes! you’re not sure if this carreer is for you? then think about it carefully and make a decision about it; change majors, change that class; you’re going to learn more from your mistakes than from your success
  4. organize your time! the day has 24 hours, you can do all of your stuff if you’re organized enough; yeah it sounds impossible but, at least try! it’s nice to get 1 or 2 things done out of 23434324 things to do, instead of none
  5. get the hell out of tumblr, if you need to… seriously
  6. sometimes homework is too much, so you better get that shit done with time instead of keeping all of your homework for sunday nights
  7. enjoy being in college! go out with your friends on friday nights, skip that boring class, explore your campus, don’t be afraid to meet new people… and find a balance! going out doesn’t mean you’re going to forget about your responsabilities 
  8. you will learn more on the real world than in college, college just will give you certain amount of knowledge; practice makes a master! if you can find a part time job where you can improve your skills (yeah goodbye to sleep and social life for a while but believe me, it’s worth it) go and take it!!!!
  9. remember: you will get through this, believe in yourself, you can do it!!!!

amaiikashii  asked:

Hi there! (ृ ´͈ ᵕ `͈ ृ )♡ Ahh- I've been very shy to send in a message but I just have to say this now: Your artwork is extremely wonderful and anytime you post something new, I'm always impressed! You also seem like an overall kind individual and it's nice to see you interact with all of your followers!! Someday when I get a job and the funds, I hope to buy something from your shop to help support you as an artist. ♡♡ Ahh- Okay I'm very embarrassed now asdgkrmckw- (٭°̧̧̧꒳°̧̧̧٭) Iloveyoubye-

oooooh please don’t be shy deerest//// i’m probs more shy than you honestly haha o<-< and oh wow…. but seriously

it doesn’t matter whether you can support me through funds or not, all I really need to hear are these words and that is good enough! I am really grateful to you guys and I wouldn’t rly be where I am without all this love and encouragement~ so thank you for having the courage to tell me this.

You guys are all my heroes/////

anonymous asked:

Hey, Mira. I hope you're doing okay. If this request can maybe make you feel a little bit better, maybe nalu, college au? I've always thought it's a bad time. I don't know what you've been through, so I can't do much to help. I'm sorry. Take care

A/N: *hugs you* It’s all right; your well-wishes mean more to me than you know. I don’t want to bore people with my life too much anyway, heh, so don’t worry about it. So I might as well get to your request I am just the best procrastinator since I’m now only a couple semesters away from graduation! So things are getting better for me for sure, slowly but surely ;u; I hope you enjoy this; thanks for the request!

I’m sorry for the lateness (and possible rustiness ‘cause wow am I out of practice)! Baby steps. :’3


POP!

Natsu’s heart just about leapt right out of his chest when his phone suddenly buzzed out of nowhere in his back pocket. He did his best to calm his heart as he sat up and fished out his phone to check what it was—this shady spot under the trees in the campus park was just too easy to doze off at.

The first thing that caught his eye was the time—and he immediately blanched. Had it already been this long? He’d been so sure he had another half hour at the least…

He sighed and ruffled his matted salmon-pink hair, brushing out the bits of leaves and twigs that had gotten tangled in them when he’d laid down and fallen asleep there…again, before finally checking to see what notification he’d received.

It was a text from Lucy.

Hey, Natsu; I just finished class for the day! Where are you?

Natsu bit back a groan as his heart sunk a bit lower—he really had slept for way too long if Lucy had already finished her classes. What sort of excuse could he give her now? He had nothing!

He waited for another minute or so before he texted her back:

Eh, just at the usual spot, you know the one
I’ll wait for you

And he sat back and stared up at the tree branches while letting the light breeze tickle his cheeks until she arrived—which wasn’t long; he could hear her calling his name from a distance after only a couple more minutes.

“Hey, Natsu! I’m here!” Natsu raised his head and turned in the direction of her voice—the slender blonde was holding her schoolbooks under one arm and had slung her purse over her opposite shoulder, smiling and waving at him as she jogged over to meet him.

Natsu couldn’t help but smile to himself as she approached even in spite of the storm of tirades he knew would eventually come his way.

Damn it; she’s beautiful…

“Hey, Lucy,” he greeted her in return as she reached him, finally standing up and dusting himself off. “Doing good today?”

“Oh, yeah; today was good! I finished off the rest of my homework, and I’m free over the weekend!” She then smiled at him expectantly. “What about you? How did that presentation of yours go?”

Damn it; she just jumped straight for it without giving him any time to come up with a legitimate excuse. He exhaled sharply before rubbing the back of his neck, not meeting her gaze.

“I didn’t go,” he answered at last.

Lucy’s warm brown eyes widened. “You…didn’t go? W-wait a minute; you mean you skipped?

He stared down at his worn shoes now as he lowered his hand, still not looking up. “…Yeah.”

“But…Natsu, that presentation was worth thirty percent of your grade! Now you’re pretty much guaranteed to fail it!”

“I know.”

“Then why didn’t you—?”

I don’t know!” he finally snapped—he didn’t even need to look up to realize that she’d flinched back at his sharp retort. He sighed heavily, covering his face with his hands. “I just…I don’t know. I know it was an important assignment; I know passing this class was hinging on whether or not I aced that presentation. I know. I just…” His hands fell away from his face and he returned to staring up at the tree branches above them, the regret gnawing away at his chest. “I don’t know why I didn’t do it. I didn’t even have anything prepared, not even an ad-lib or an outline or even a fucking notecard. I honestly tried, but I couldn’t make myself care.” 

Natsu still wouldn’t look at her face, but he could hear the tender concern in Lucy’s tone as she murmured, “Natsu…”

And for some reason, that only aggravated him even more.

“I know I probably should care, but I just don’t. I don’t even get the point of this class; what does it even have to do with my major? At all? What even is the point when I’m not going to apply this in my daily life ever?” He paused and drew in a deep breath. “Fuck college. Fuck all of it and its stress-inducing and greedy money-grabbing ways. I wish I never applied. I never even wanted to.”

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air between the two as Natsu finished his rant, only being interrupted by the gentle rustling of the leaves above and the distant chatter of the campus students scattered about as they went about their business. It was a moment before either of them spoke.

“…Natsu?” Lucy said at last.

Natsu sighed, bracing himself for the incoming lecture. “Yeah; what?”

“Do you…want to grab some coffee before we go back to the dorms?”

He felt his eyebrows arch in surprise as he finally turned to look at her in full. She wasn’t going to yell at him?

“Wait…you’re not upset?”

“Well, of course I’m upset…upset that you didn’t tell me about any of this sooner.” She crossed her arms with a huff, puffing out her cheeks somewhat to make that oddly adorable indignant expression. “Aren’t we best friends? Best friends that agreed on the whole never keep secrets from each other thing? Seriously; what’s with you?”

Natsu was at a loss for words. His mouth just hung open in his astonishment. “Uh…I was…I just thought that you, um—”

Lucy stared at him for a moment before laughing and taking his hand. “C’mon, you idiot. You really need a dose of caffeine right about now.”

“Ah—hey, wait a minute—!” Natsu couldn’t get anything else out past that before Lucy began pulling him along toward the parking lot.

“We’re going to talk later—once we’re back at our dorm with our coffee!”

But I don’t even like coffee!!

anonymous asked:

I know you said no more angst prompts but i was wondering if you could write some iwaoi fluff or something, i mean you don't have to and i hope that you don't think i'm pressuring you or anything, i really love your writing but the angst is gonna make me cry haha

I feel you anon, I feel you. Honestly it was murdering me and I didn’t really know I was capable of cranking out so much angst all at once XD Luckily I only have one more to get through and it’s not IwaOi ^^ I’m sort of tired, since jetlag still has me all fucked up so this’ll be a bit shorter than the other ones, sorry! Hope this gives you the floofy feels though :3


Oikawa had three rules.

1. Whatever you do, don’t think of Iwa during class. Because you won’t retain any information.

Instead, it was better to think of Iwa during breaks, when Oikawa could steal part of his bento, the small sampling of sweet potato that Iwa never ate, either because Oikawa was always fast to steal it, or because Iwa didn’t eat it so that it could be stolen.

2. Whatever you do, don’t think of Iwa during practice. Because your adrenaline will shoot up.

Instead, it was better to think of Iwa after practice, once everyone had changed and gone home, the locker rooms completely empty, club room cold and dark, save for the spark of heat that came from the two, who pressed their lips together in silently hidden passion.

3. Whatever you do, don’t think of Iwa before bed. Because you’ll stay up all night, you know?

Instead, it was always better to think of Iwa when they were in bed together, because when it was like that, sleep didn’t matter, not when Iwa’s arms were wrapped around him the way they were, enveloping him better than any blanket ever could, their noses just touching and each one inhaling the other’s exhales.

But then again…rules were always made to be broken, weren’t they?

If he thought of Iwa during class, then the time passed by faster.

If he thought of Iwa during practice, then he could channel that adrenaline into his serves.

If he thought of Iwa at night, even if he did lose sleep, what little rest he got was always filled with sweet dreams.

So yes, Oikawa had three rules.

He just didn’t always follow them.

@pevensienet challenge 4/?: the six weeks of Christmas challenge

6/6: Cair Paravel’s Gramophone ─> Playlists (½): Juliet & Edmund  click here to listen )

                 Awakening - Rachel Portman (from The Duchess official soundtrack) 
                               Edmund Playing the piano for Juliet in his library.

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anonymous asked:

Where there times when Sasuke annoyed you? For me there was. Like WTF Sasuke! You. Drama. Queen. I felt hate for what he did to his friends and how he acted like he new Itachi well when he didn't. Once my friendos and me were talking that Kishi might be interested in him as character more than anyone else. Like what about Kiba growing up in his clan or even Karin story with Orochimaru(we get only hints bout their past). There were so much more interesting characters than Sasuke that I'm mad

There definitely were. I actually spent a good half of the manga hoping rocks would fall and he would die. But on subsequent rereads, he did turn into one of my favorite characters. I like his arc a lot, and all the things he goes through, and his actions might not be excusable, but they are understandable. And that’s what I always appreciate in characters. 

I like don’t understand mnets system for this show?? They knew people would get eliminated, that the teams would end up being uneven…yet they put them in those teams and made them practice the songs anyway….knowing fully well that half of them would never get to perform it

And how are the people that survived rewarded? By being voted off by their own team members from the songs they spent SO MUCH time practicing and being forced to learn a completely new one. They had to fill any spots left. May I remind you that randomly being put in a team was used as a PENALTY by mnet for people who broke the rules, why should people who followed them be subjugated to pretty much the same thing? Why are they being punished? How is it in any way fair for some trainees to get way more time than others to practice?

It was just plain cruel what the eliminated trainees had to go through, sweating and being allowed to dream for a goal they never had a chance to achieve. The ones that had to change teams…how must they have felt knowing that the people around them chose for them to leave…that all their work has just been reset and they now have to go around hoping another will take them in.

WHY COULDN’T THEY JUST HAVE PUT THEM INTO TEAMS AFTER ELIMINATION???

multifandom17  asked:

Idk if this seems extra or not . But your blog has helped me so much . For one , with my self esteem . People would always make fun of me because I'm dark skin . Your blog gives me so much confidence. And also , I've been going through so much lately , I just started going to counseling And when I'm feeling suicidal, I come to your blog and it puts the biggest smile on my face . Keep doing you , don't listen to the haters . Thankyou ❤️❤️❤️

OMG I LOVE YOU! I hope and pray that you get better and you push through what ever you’re going through! Thank you sooo sooo much!!!!!!!!! I love making you all happy! At the end of the day more people enjoy what I do than hate it, so I’m not worried about the haters. I do it for you all! <3