i'm just bored and have a lot of feelings right now

anonymous asked:

Oh almighty napkin arm with googly eyes, I humble peregrin dare come forth with a request... could you make some character design breakdowns for some more realistic characters? Like your power ranger fanart? I tried to break them down on my own, but I'm not sure I did it that well... it's incredibly useful and interesting... Keep being awesome, and thanks for how you already helped me anyway!

Thanks for the patience, had to mull this one over. The more complex a design gets, the more difficult it is to break down. Basic character design tips may not be enough…so let’s delve into:

Character Design Tips Part 2!

Before we start, it’ll help to read my last character design post, where I laid out four concepts: shapes, silhouettes, colors, and inspiration. In this post, I aim to build on and rephrase these in a way that hopefully makes it easier to apply them. I’ll be drawing examples from my Power Rangers (2017) fanart to illustrate my points.

(Disclaimers:)

  • (Ideally, you should already be comfortable with drawing people. If not, look into figure drawing, gesture drawing, etc.)
  • (Whereas my previous tips were more tried and true, the tips here are more my own thoughts, so they may be half-formed.)
  • (Again, these are not rules. They’re just tips to add to your toolbox; the more tools you have, the more versatile you’ll become.)

Without further ado, let’s start!

Based off what we know about shapes, silhouettes, colors and inspiration, I want to cover: lines and angles, external and internal silhouettes, values, and references.

1. Shapes => Lines and Angles

Last time, I laid out three basic shapes:round, box, and triangle.

Problem: limiting yourself to these 3 shapes can be useful and fun for simpler designs, but they may be too simple or look out of place on more complex designs.

Solution: let’s go to the next level! Instead of shapes, shift your thinking to lines and angles!

Lines can be curved, straight, or diagonal.
Angles can range from obtuse to acute angles.
Follow your intuition: what feeling do you get from each line or angle?
If I follow my own intuition, I see that:

  • curved lines = natural, soft
  • straight lines = balanced, grounded
  • diagonal lines = off-balance, in motion
  • obtuse angles = broad, relaxed
  • right angles = rigid, unnatural
  • acute angles = slim, dynamic

If this sounds familiar, you’re right! It’s just the shapes all over again: 

  • curved lines make round shapes
  • straight lines with obtuse/right angles make boxy shapes
  • diagonal lines with acute angles make triangular shapes

But lo! Since we broke the shapes into their smaller components, it’s much more flexible! Now we can use lines and angles for more complex designs:

2. Silhouette => External and Internal Silhouettes

Last time, I explained the silhouette test: if you black out the figure, it should still be readable.

Problem: blacking out the figure only tests the outline of the design, i.e. the external silhouette. But what about the inside of the design?

Solution: block in the figure and test for the internal silhouette! 

If you want not just an interesting outline, but an interesting costume, block in the major components of your design to see if it has a readable internal silhouette. This test can help you avoid boring or cluttered costumes and makes your design stand out. If your internal silhouette is too empty, try adding props or designs. If it’s too busy, simplify it.


3. Colors => Values

Last time, I talked about the 60-30-10 and 70-30 rules for color.

Problem: those rules work on the assumption that you’re only using 2 to 3 colors. But what if I want to use more colors?

Solution: good news! The same idea applies if you split your palette into 3 major values: shadows, midtones, and highlights.

Balance your palette by converting your colors to grayscale and applying the 60-30-10 rule to the values. This is related to the idea of silhouettes; if you get a nice internal silhouette, you’ll probably end up with a nicely balanced set of palette values, and vice versa.

(Fun fact! You can split your palette in different ways. In a watercolor tutorial, Miyazaki splits the palette into bright, dark, black, green 1, green 2, blue 1, and blue 2.)

4. Inspiration => References

“Good artists copy, great artists steal!” -Picasso

Problem: Coming up with something 100% original is tedious and doesn’t always give great results. It saps the inspiration right out of you!

Solution: It’s a lot easier to steal ideas from references!

Note: don’t just copy, steal! Cherry-pick/massage the aspects of the reference you find the most appealing and work them into your design. Ditch anything that you don’t care about. Make it your own! Make it something you can put your own name on! Below is the reference image I used for my designs:

And below is my fanart:

That’s it for now! Thanks for reading! If you guys want to see any other topics, feel free to ask and I can try my hand at it.

If you want to see my previous character design tips, click here.
If you want to see the full-size Power Rangers fanart lineup, click here.
If you want to see other character designs I’ve done, click here.

anonymous asked:

So I've been very lazy with my studying toward witch craft and therefore I'm going back to the beginning~ lol. Any advice for a little witch?

Some Advice for Getting Started:

Originally posted by gameboydemakes


*Start with things that interest you!* 

I know i get terribly bored very quickly (gemini curse lmao) so i find that if i dive into stuff i’m interested in learning about, that it will tend to hold my attention longer and help me get back into the swing of things! So in my example one of my first things i researched when i was starting out was about Crystals and their properties/uses in magic! From there i was able to use that as a sort of base jumping off point for my magical practice! And if you find something you were learning about doesn’t seem like it fits you/your style/ your practice then drop it and move on to the next thing! 

*Ask Questions!*

No Questions Are Stupid Questions  No Questions Are Stupid Questions  No Questions Are Stupid Questions!!!! Questions mean you care enough to try and learn more about something! I’m pretty much always here and will try my best to answer as best as i am able And if I can’t i will do my best to help direct you to someone more knowledgeable!


*TAKE YOUR TIME!*

This one is important because most of the time i feel like i see baby/beginner witches try really REALLY hard to “reach the same level” as other witches as quickly as possible when in reality that just hurts THEIR path in the long run. Your path is your own, take it at your own pace. Enjoy the little bumps along the way and find the “Roses of your Path” (the things that make you want to stop and appreciate them: the satisfaction of calling your first Storm, the chill of the night air when you set out your first Full Moon Water, the spark when you find that one crystal.) Enjoy it. Enjoy your path, Enjoy your Craft. 

*Use the Things you Already Own!*

Another thing i see beginners getting hung up on (myself included, i was/am extremely guilty of this lol) is wanting to go out and buy a ton of supplies. try looking around your house for things that can be re purposed. Old Spaghetti Sauce Jars can be cleaned and used as spell jars, deity altars/shrines, or ingredient storage! Take pictures from old magazines and make a collage Altar on paper! Use a composition notebook as your Book Of Shadows! Your old broken glasses case can be used as a case for your portable altar! Dig around and see if there are extra candles you haven’t used in a while! Wash out and save those eggshells from your cooking to use as spell ingredients! It takes some creative thinking but you can reclaim pretty much anything for your craft!

*Look for Bargains!*
For one thing prices can be outrageous for actual craft materials: like Crystals and Gems? Truly truly truly outrageous. So keep your eyes peeled for bargains and deals! Some of the best places to look for things on the cheap would be Dollar Stores, Flea Markets, Thrift Shops, Garage/Estate Sales! Most of the time in those places you can try haggling to get things at a cheaper price (or get more for less.) It really just depends on the place but you can find the most interesting assortments of things! Keep your eyes peeled in your general day to day life as well see if there are sales at your local grocery store for seed packets, seasonal items/holiday items (look for the sales afterwords to really save haha) The internet is a great place to look, i know Ebay has sellers who sell raw crystals/ crystal chunks by the pound. There’s also places to buy spices in bulk too 


*Don’t Compare Your Path to Others!*
Your Path is Your Path, Their Path is Their Path.
Being online and part of the witchy community in tumblr means that there are a lot of ideas being shared from people’s paths and their views on how they think magic should be practiced. What works for them might not work for you and vice versa. Only YOU can decide what is best for you and your path. and on that note:

*Figure Out What YOU Want Out of Your Path!*
When you get some time, sit down and write out all the things you want to get from your path and think critically about how you want magic to work in your daily life. Do you want it to be Super Formal or more casual? perhaps a mix of the two?  Test the waters! Try things once and if you don’t like it then you know and can move on to the things that work better for your lifestyle/craft/path!
Some examples from my list that i can think of right now would be:
-Better knowledge of Crystals/ Crystal remedies and their healing properties
-Daily research -aka tumblr-
-Appreciating Nature more (Whenever i go on walks with my dog i try to pick up some litter if/when i see it)
-Daily Deity appreciation  -aka deity aesthetic reblogs to @theemeraldgod & Pintrest-

Helpful Links for Beginners:
Sww Master List of Tags- Here’s my main hub of things that i tag feel free to look and see if something interests you!
Altars/ Altar set up Advice- My long winded post about what to put on your Altar.
My Beginner Tag// My Beginner 101 Tag- There are two tags because they have similar information, the 101 tag is for more ‘Hey I just started today what do I need to know’


Anyways thanks for sending this in! I’ve been meaning to make one of these for a while and this finally gave me the excuse ^^

-oOo-
StormWaterWitch

Former Employment

Summary: Professor Stilinski is definitely not expecting to see his favorite porn star among the students of his Human Sexuality class.

Notes: Inspired by this ask. I don’t do power imbalance, so nothing happens until Derek is out of Stiles’ class. Also, while there are mentions of porn, there is no actual smut in this. Sorry. (On AO3)

@nogitsunelichen and @cobrilee – this is probably not what you had in mind, but I wrote it!


When Stiles pushes open the doors to the lecture hall, it’s completely empty. He blinks down at his watch in surprise, and realizes he made the walk across campus faster than he realized. There’s always an adjustment period at the beginning of every semester, where he figures out where his classrooms are and how long it’ll take to get there.

Well, he might as well utilize this time, then. He sits at the desk at the front of the room, and gets back to writing his proposal for a class on the influence of society on gender.

He gradually hears students come in as he works, but he keeps focused, because he knows he has at least another ten minutes before class starts.

But when he hears a student ask, “Hey, are you the professor?” he has to look up, and he begins to wish he’d done it a lot sooner.

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epitome-of-holding-grudges  asked:

Because I love you and you're awesome and I'm bored, here: Lance from Voltron!

Right so instead of A, B, C, D this became a huge collection of some of my Lance headcanons some are serious some are funny some are idk so just brace yourself

  • Now the obvious ones, of course:
  • Lance has ADHD
    • I could write a 5 page analysis about everything that points to his ADHD; possibly longer if I was given enough time
  • Lance is bilingual
    • If Lance isn’t bilingual then what’s the point of VLD
  • Middle child Lance
    • I mean he definitely has the aura of an older sibling but also the qualities of a younger sibling so
    • Something that happens with siblings close in age is like when the older one goes through a phase everyone goes through it
    • But it also works the other way around
    • So like everyone will learn to ride a bike at the same time
    • But everyone will also watch Dora at the same time
    • Trust me on this
    • This is most definitely not from personal experience how could you ever suggest something as preposterous as me reading kindergarten books as an eight/nine year old??
    • (Fourth grade was wild I read everything from high school books to pre-k stuff)
    • But yeah middle child Lance
  • The sibling closest to his age is a sister
    • No reason why but I just know okay
  • Okay so we’ve already established that he’s competitive
  • But also with ADHD
    • So basically when he has to do something he doesn’t focus and it ends up meh
    • Like he can do better but
    • He can’t, y’know?
    • But then when it’s a competition
    • All of a sudden there’s a reward
    • And it really motivates him
    • And all of that focus that usually wanders around is completely dedicated to winning
    • And part of the reason for his “rivalry” is because he knows it’s the only way he’ll be able to get better
    • And also it’s like??? When you have a goal to do something you can always get distracted but when it’s right in front of you then you do it
  • Anyway Lance plays an instrument
    • Guitar? Piano? One of those two I think; possibly violin but more likely one of the first two 
    • He’s
    • “Talented” is an understatement
    • You can tell that he pours his soul into his playing
    • And honestly it’s beautiful. Perfect. More than perfect
    • But I mean his voice is like
    • Average
    • It’s not bad, not at all
    • It’s just not like out of this world like his skills at playing his instrument
    • But Keith
    • Keith
    • His voice is just
    • Beautiful
    • But he doesn’t really know it??
    • Like yeah sure he sings to himself and all
      • It’s a habit he gained when he lived in the desert
      • He needed something to break the silence
    • But he doesn’t think it’s anything special
    • It is though
    • And when the two team up
    • Lance playing the music and Keith singing
    • It’s amazing
  • Lance’s jacket was a hand-me-down
    • It belonged to someone in his family
    • Someone who left
      • Or died
    • And somehow or the other, his jacket gets damaged
    • And he freaks out
    • And at first they’re all “…it’s just a jacket”
    • And then they’re like maybe it reminds him of Earth??
    • But even so
    • Why would it affect him that much??
    • They don’t know
  • Lance was born in the winter
    • Not the winter-winter I guess but like?? November
  • Lance ft. emotions
    • Now he’s what you might call emotional in a way
    • But it’s not really obvious
    • Because when he’s around people it’s all jokes and stuff and like??? There’s isn’t time for emotion??? Idk how to explain this honestly
    • But when he feels something
    • He feels it
    • His true anger, his true sadness, his true feelings are so raw and full of emotion
    • But all of his feelings are very… ephemeral I guess
    • Because every day is another blur of things to think about and focus about and talk about
    • So one day he’ll be really down
    • And the next he’ll be super energetic and all
  • This isn’t something I super strongly headcanon like I never really thought about it or anything but it’s definitely feasible:
  • Lance is gifted
    • So before he was diagnosed with ADHD and got medication and stuff
    • Lance used to have bad grades
    • Not extremely bad but like a lot of B’s and some A’s and some C’s
    • But kids usually have higher grades when they’re younger
    • Since they don’t have as much work and stuff
    • So they had him take a test to see whether it was a matter of a lack of intelligence or knowledge
    • And they’re blown away
    • Bc this kid apparently knows all the information he’s supposed to learn in his grade level and the year isn’t even halfway through
    • And he has a pretty high IQ
    • So Lance is really smart
    • It’s just not his Thing™
    • It’s not what people know him for
  • Lance’s dad taught him how to shoot a gun in Hawaii
    • And to drive a boat and a plane and a car
    • No this is not an actual headcanon but to those of you who caught the reference: bless you and also please drop me a message or an ask or something if you want to I mean
  • I have about 8.2378128 million more headcanons for Lance honestly
  • And most of the VLD characters tbh
  • Bc none of them are very concrete characters so far
  • So there are so many ways to explore them
  • Anyway yeah this is just the tip of the iceberg but I think that’s enough lmao
    • Well, for now ;)
🎶🎶When You Collect Records🎶🎶
  • Hipster: *moves dusty old boxes out of the way* Whoa, an old record player. It looks like it's in working order too! *runs outside*
  • Hipster: Yo, dad!
  • Dad: What?
  • Hipster: We're getting rid of all of poppop's stuff, right?
  • Dad: There's something you want, isn't there?
  • Hipster: There's this old stereo record player in the attic.
  • Dad: What do you need a record player for?
  • Hipster: My record collection.
  • Dad: I didn't even know they still made those things. Can't you just listen to music on your phone?
  • Hipster: Dad, there's a big difference between listening to music digitally and on record.
  • Dad: Fine, I don't wanna get into it with you right now. You can take the record player. You just have to get someone else to take it to your place for you. My truck's full.
  • Hipster: Thanks dad! *smooches dad on the cheek*
  • *later at hipster's apartment*
  • Friend: So, like Patch Adams ends with Patch Adams half-naked in front of a ton of people. I don't know if it was meant to be funny or like a weird sex thing, but like the movie was just a deeply disturbing character study. I can't stop thinking about it.
  • Hipster: That sounds boring. *unlocks door to apartment* Ta-da! Here it is! My new record player!
  • Friend: New? Looks fucking old to me, dude.
  • Hipster: Well, it is old. That's the appeal. And we're going to listen to the new Sufjan record on it.
  • Friend: Is that actually how you say Sufjan? Apparently, I've been pronouncing it wrong this whole time.
  • Hipster: Well, you won't after this record. There's an entire track where he just says his name for four minutes. It's amazing. *plays records*
  • Record Player: *coughs* Hello. Hello! Where am I? Doctor? Hello! Why is it so dark...............................Can I breathe? I can't breath. Oh god, I'm not breathing! Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! I.....................................
  • Hipster: Uh, that's not Sufjan.
  • Friend: It totally isn't. Is it some guest vocalist? I like the new direction he's going in. No instruments or singing, and long stretches of silence. Very experimental.
  • Hipster: *stops record player* I think maybe we should do something else for now.
  • Friend: Fucking lame! I wanted to listen to more Sufjan.
  • *days later at the record store*
  • Hipster: Yo, I think the Sufjan Stevens record I bought from here might be some kind of mispress.
  • Store Clerk: Really? It's a pretty major album. I doubt there'd just be a mispress like that.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but listen to it. It's not Sufjan at all. It's some girl talking.
  • *hipster and clerk listen to a completely normal Sufjan Stevens album together*
  • Store Clerk: What are you talking about? This is definitely Sufjan Stevens.
  • Hipster: Okay, but it wasn't like that when I listened to it at home! I even listened to it with my friend and he heard the same thing!
  • Store Clerk: Maybe there's something wrong with your record player.
  • Hipster: Hmm, maybe there is.
  • *back at the apartment*
  • Hipster: *turns on record player and just listens*
  • Record Player: ...I'm awake again. Why did I black out? Did I even black out? God, I'm not breathing, but it doesn't matter. Why don't I need to breathe? Am I even alive?
  • Hipster: Can you hear me?
  • Record Player: Doctor. Doctor! DOCTOR! Why can't I move? Why can't I feel anything. Keep yourself together. It'll all make sense soon. Calm down. Just breathe deeply. Fuck, I can't breathe! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I CAN'T BREATHE! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! I'M STUCK! I CAN'T MOVE! PLEASE HELP ME!
  • Hipster: *turns off record player* It's just a recording, I bet. I can't believe I talked to it like an idiot... *nervously turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: I blacked out again. I blacked out. For how long? Is there even time here? Hell. This is hell, right? Did I go to hell.........................................
  • Hipster: *listens to the record player for hours*
  • Record Player: Negative 6893 bottles of wine on the wall! Negative 6893 bottles of wine! Take one down, pass it around, Negative 6894 bottles of wine on the wall... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
  • Hipster: *keeps listening*
  • Record Player: Soul of Christ, make me holy, Body of Christ, be my salvation. God, please forgive me. I'm sorry for all of my sins. Please free me. I'm so sorry. Please. Please. Please.
  • Hipster: *still listening*
  • Record Player: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! SHITTY DOCTOR! FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! *sobs intensely* FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING! Please just let me go.
  • Hipster: *nervously walks up to record player and lightly taps on it*
  • Record Player: ...A knock. A KNOCK! PLEASE HELP ME! I'M STUCK! PLEASE! *record player begins shake violently*
  • Hipster: *backs away in fear*
  • Record Player: HELP! HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE, IF SOMEONE'S THERE, HELP ME! HELP ME! I'M STUCK! GET ME OUT OF HERE, PLEASE!
  • Hipster: *unplugs record player*
  • Hipster: *gets hammer from the closet and begins to break apart record player*
  • Record Player: *drips red*
  • Hipster: W-What? *cracks front of record player open*
  • *rotting viscera falls from the record player*
  • Hipster: O-Oh... *stuffs viscera back into the record player and duct tapes over it*
  • Hipster: *turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: ...I can feel. It hurts. Why does it hurt now? Why does it hurt? Why? Why? Why? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? *spurts blood through it speakers and begins to gurgle*
  • Record Player: *hops forward* Please just let me go. Please... please. I'll do anything. I just want to see you again. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I asked for. I'm so sorry. *hops forward again and comes unplugged*
  • Record Player: *tips over, bleeding heavily onto the carpet*
  • Hipster: *silently cleans up the mess*
  • *some time later*
  • Hipster: *calls dad* Hey, dad. Oh, nothing. Uh, I just need to borrow your truck, If not tonight sometime this week. I just need to get rid of something. No, no, that's fine, I can do it myself. Yeah, tomorrow morning is perfect. Thanks Love you too. Bye.
  • *the next afternoon*
  • Dad: So, what did you need to get rid of this morning?
  • Hipster: Nothing important. Just some old junk... Dad, what kind of person was poppop?
  • Dad: Well, he was only the greatest man I've known in my life. Really caring, dedicated to his family. When you were born he loved you so much. He was a bit of a loner, though. It took a lot to get him to open up. Even around me and your grandmother. He was a bit like you. Always a huge music lover.
  • Hipster: I see. Was he ever a doctor?
  • Dad: That's a weird thing to ask. Nope. He hated doctors. Didn't trust modern medicine one bit. It's ironic. His cancer probably wouldn't have gotten to him if he did. But, your poppop was always so stubborn.
  • Hipster: Oh, okay then.
  • *some days later*
  • Friend: New carpet?
  • Hipster: Yup, old one was ugly wasn't it. It was time for a change.
  • Friend: That's what I've been telling you! I'm glad you finally came to your senses. What happened to your record player, though?
  • Hipster: That thing? I threw it away. It was busted.
  • Friend: That sucks. Are you gonna buy a new one?
  • Hipster: No.
  • Friend: But you won't have anything to play your records on.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but I buy records because I want to support the artists. They're not really for listening. Besides, lossless is better. FLAC is the future.
Fall For You (M) | 03 (Final)

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Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him.
Word Count: 13,742
Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, sprinkling of feelings
A/N: I feel like I’m sending my child to their first day of kindergarten oh my goodness. I hope you guys enjoy the last part!!

Part 01. Part 02 + Drabbles

Mood music: X

A mistake.

It absolutely had to be a mistake.

There was no way you were in love with Jeon Jungkook, absolutely no way in hell you had feelings for him that ran any deeper than discontent. It had been the moment, the conversation with Jungkook, the awe you’d felt when he showed you his forest. You had gotten caught up in that moment, and your mind had tricked itself into thinking you liked Jungkook.

You didn’t love Jungkook.

You loved his dick. And that was all.

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Requested: Hey love!! How are you? Can i ask you one thing? Alright… I hope you can make an imagine where reader and shawn are all goofy, sassy, bitchy and all those playful relationship. i hope you can make imagine just based on how playful their relationship is. thank you very much.

Note: I thought a lot about how I wanted to write this concept and I finally settled with writing four completely unrelated scenarios or moments to illustrate the type of relationship requested. 

Your name: submit What is this?

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“Babe, I love you and that song, but shut up.” You tell Shawn partially joking, but also partially serious because Shawn has been singing the same two lines of Barcelona by Ed Sheeran practically non stop for the past twenty minutes and you’re getting to the point where you really can’t take it any longer.

“In Baaaaaarcelona!!!” Shawn sings very high pitched for a reason you don’t understand obviously ignoring your demand for him to stop. You barely even look up from your phone. Instead, you just reach out your hand and place it over his mouth. But you feel his teeth graze your palm and then he moves and bites down lightly on your fingers.

“Ow!” You say, retracting your hand and pretending it hurt a lot more than it actually did.

“Don’t even lie, y/n, you like when I bite you,” Shawn says, and your eyes widen and you immediately look around to see if anyone heard Shawn’s comment because he didn’t even bother to say it quietly and his band is all in the dressing room with you. Luckily, they’re all busy doing their own thing so no one seems to have heard Shawn’s comment.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, so I looked in the bio and it said requests for imagines are opened? You may have your plate full, but if you're bored or something? Anyways, I was wondering if you could do RFA getting jealous? Like a old highschool friend says hi to MC and gets a little too friendly? Or someone starts to flirt? At a café and gets a drink from someone at a different table? Again, just suggestions. Thank you~

Jealous RFA?

*sLAMS HANDS ON TABLE*

SIGN ME TF UP

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Yoosung

Your cinnamon roll has school and you decide to come see him afterwards bc you’re going to the movies with him

So there you are, in front of the college campus

Wearing something hella cute

And the bois start staring bc they’ve seen Jesus you’re so beautiful

“So pretty~”, “Bih gon be mine”, “You ain’t about that life, Shinji”, stuff like that

And you have no clue this “Shinji” dude is about to approach you bc you see Yoosung 

He saw the guy and figured what he was trying to do from a distance and he was a little uneasy

But then you jump into Yoosung’s arms

And the dude freezes; his pride assassinated

Yoosung just feels a sense of triumph bc he won

And he just smugly winks and sticks his tongue out at the guy like “Haha, I’m the cutest fuck you”

Zen

The beast knight has a day off from work so he wanted to take you out for a stroll

He’s aware of the fangirls and paparazzi but just say the word and he’ll take you to somewhere private

YOU CAN’T CATCH ME DIRTY THOUGHTS (Dirty thoughts: *whispering* Yes we can~)

Anyway, he takes you to one of his favorite places to eat as the evening ends

You both sit at a booth and look at menus

It’s all good; you’re both just chatting about cute shit

And then, a waitress places a tall glass of Pina Colada (I’m Spanish; fite me keyboard) in front of you

But you’re like??? This isn’t my drink

But the waitress points to a guy and says, “Compliments from that man over there”

And the guy waves at you with a flirtatious smirk, probably tipsy

Zen doesn’t hesitate to get up and unleash his fury by slugging the guy in the face

You’re shooketh (not that you expected anything less; I mean come on, it’s Zen)

The drunkard gets scared and scampers away

You’re flattered Zenny protected you, but you assure him he didn’t have to do that

And he’s just like:

“Are you kidding, babe? There’s no way I can just stand there while some prick hits on you! You’re my princess, and I won’t lose my princess to anyone.”

*cue the otome heroine sparkles and blushies*

You just leave it at that and leave the restaurant with your knight in shining armor, hand in hand

Jaehee

Baehee may be a little stoic, but due to her insecurities, she’d be worried about you finding someone better

WHO WOULD EVER HURT THIS ANGEL??

The pang in her heart happens when you run into your ex at the book store

Jaehee only takes a simple glance at her and automatically assumes the ex is a goddess compared to her own self

So she says nothing as the ex speaks small talk to you

After dismissing yourself, you and Jaehee leave and go home

Jaehee speaks to you again, but she sounds disheartened and you already know what’s up

You ask her what’s wrong and she says:

“I’m sorry, I just… felt uneasy.”

You can’t help but giggle, thinking how cute she looks, although you feel terrible that you haven’t noticed her behavior before

You assure her she’s the only one for you and there’s no need to feel like that

*cue the hugs~*

Jaehee feels a lot better now and she has nothing to worry about

Especially when she sees your ex again and she can simply give her a smug look

HAHA I WIN BITCH

Jumin

JUJU IS PETTY AF WHEN HE’S JEALOUS I SHIT YOU NOT

I mean don’t get me wrong, he’s caring and shit, but hE WON’T LOSE TO ANYONE

Then he’ll be like THIS in the end:

Originally posted by unemployedbuthappy

Anyway, it’s story time

You decide to visit his work place to give him his lunch you made yourself bc you’re wifey

And he’s speaking to a new intern, in which you recognize from somewhere

“(Y/N)? Oh my gosh, it really is you! We went to high school together, remember?”

You greet the man and agree that it’s been a while

You expect Jumin not to be so concerned but he’s like UM YOUR MAN IS RIGHT HERE

I guess the guy didn’t realize you and Jumin were married bc after talking with Jumin and taking the almost empty container, the guy asks if you want to stop and get a cup of coffee after work to catch up

Before you can answer, here comes Jumin with his super sonic hearing ass-

He just grabs your shoulders and kisses you in front of the guy

Then just says smirking: 

“I’ll see you at home, my angel.”

The guy is shook, everyone is shook, Beyonce makes a special appearance

The petty is real, guys

Seven

Saeyoung is unpredictable; let’s face it

He’ll either brush it off bc he already knows you love him or beat himself up at the possibility of losing you

Or both

DON’T EVER LET THIS BOI DO BOTH PLZ

He could’ve gotten jealous of a guy or girl, but nope

He’s jealous of a DOG

That’s right; you found a lost puppy outside without a collar and decide to take him in

Seven was on board with it at first, but later regretted it bc you’re spending more time with the puppy than with him

HE EVEN DRESSES LIKE A DOG FOR YOU

Like?? Really Seven? We can’t just ignore him

Of course you both make flyers so the owner could claim the pup, but it’s been about a week and he’s starting to lose hope

Before you decide to keep the puppy, a little girl and a woman knocks on the door with one of the flyers and a collar

The woman is the girl’s mother and explains her daughter lost the puppy at the park and is so happy he was found

It’s hard for you to let the puppy go (bc dogs are great), but you know it’s the right thing to do

Seven’s should be glad the puppy’s not here anymore, but he low-key misses him

But she shrugs it off like: “Oh well! I now have Lady 606 to myself! YAHOO!”

You laugh, surprised that Seven was jealous of an innocent puppy

But you still feel a little bad, so you shower him with attention and cuddles

Seven’s a happy boi

Originally posted by zajacs

A Comprehensive Guide:

To Making GOOD RP gifs:

The kind that people wanna like… look at…. n’stuff. 

Because… y’know… I get a lot of asks about that too. 

Well…. first off….. 

This is gonna be really fucking long… 

Second off! 

GET A DECENT QUALITY CAMERA!!!

Because no one wants to be looking at this shit.

and if you don’t have a decent quality camera…. 

Well…. Make sure your acting is on point?

And all might be forgiven.

… Probably.

Now… that aside… how does one know if their gif is decent? 

Well here are a few pointers…

LIGHTING: 

It’s hard to enjoy a gif with shitty lighting. 

For example… 

The Wash-Out: 

No one wants to look at your eyeballs and your nostrils floating in a featureless abyss. 

The Phantom: 

Well… there’s SOMETHING there… I think… ? *twilight zone theme-song plays* 

The Power-Outage: 

Guess what? No one will want to look at your gifs… if they can’t fucking see you.

So… let’s try this again… 

Hey… It’s daytime… in the sun? No problem. 

Hey… it’s… like… not as bright out? No problem! 

Hey… It’s the middle of the night and you’re sneaking out to go… like… shag or something? Cool. 

That’s my shagging face. 

No it’s not… I’m kidding, I promise… I’m sorry, ignore me

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

describe how each high school year by semester went for you

9th grade: We don’t call it a play date anymore, it is hanging out, hanging by our toes like wet lipped fruit bats, like jungle gym monkey kids. Young and swollen. Blood, immature blood, pink blood, fresh meat blood pepto bismol up the wazoo, and spit under my bed. Code names aren’t for spies, they’re for 14 year old girls with googley eyes, not that we needed them. Kevin and Grace, Ellie and Joshua, Paloma and Matt which is weird because I’m hot for him, and they kinda look like siblings. Pink shorts, black tights, Jimmy Eat World, pizza bagels and lucky charms under a fresh white linen morning like detergent sealed crust between my eyelids, you tore them open. I mean, not yet. But soon. I discover neon sex scenes, Sky Ferreira, and Skins and this is where the final hopscotch box stops; at the end of the subway platform. This is where I’m supposed to jump. Monkey balls fall on our heads as we walk home, and autumn leaves crunch like drum line snare beats. All godless girls with snakes and cherry lollipops and 9 millimeters pointed at our clits, Bend it Like Beckham under your itchy wool blankets, Alice’s mom thinks I’m cool, and I stay for dinner and crack some risky jokes like a fox among wolves. (I think he looks at me when I look away). Me and Hana FaceTime I take screenshots of her dancing with her cat. The girls who play soft ball in short shorts, the girls who call them sluts, the boys who watch. We dance through rainbows in the sprinklers on the way to the Homecoming dance and pretend we don’t care we don’t have dates. We’re floating in the cytoplasm, floating on the cotton candy overdose cause our parents drop us off at the bowling alley but we are too loyal to sneak out the back. We pool our money every Friday after school for the spring break road trip we’re going on when Hana gets a car, and one of us has lost our virginity, and none of us are scared of the dark.

Miss Budd yelled at me for not standing for the pledge of allegiance, and I was 4 years old again. My English teacher held me back, and held my hand, and gave me a safety pin for my missing button, and told me it would be. Okay.

10th grade: We were on the news that year. Cristo’s curls on KTLA, solemn, and not the boy cross eyed and high with his pants around his ankles. Suddenly we’re all standing up straight, suddenly we’re being told we can’t wear leggings because somebody posted a video of Penelope having sex with Max on Facebook. Suddenly we’re underground in the girls locker room (red varsity knee socks, Dina drowning the spider nests with Victoria’s Secret rose perfume, humid with shame and lesbian suspicion) holding our arms in front of our naked breasts, single file like ants for the syphilis test. The boys who drew penises in fire and salt on the soccer field grass, like druid frat boys, but not the boys who put gorilla glue in the classroom locks, and not the boys who wrote their hit list in the red pen on the back of Mr. Chan’s syllabus and ended up in court, who called in a bomb threat, just to get the test pushed back. We all took turns getting our ghosts exorcized in the principals office. It was pompeii and pandemonium, and nobody was safe, not even us girls sleeping wrapped in the dust of library encyclopedias. You moved away from me like I was illiciting the restless black dreams on your grandmas shitty air mattress. The sheets are clean enough, but this attic is haunted, you keep waking up in the middle of the night to your body sinking like a pirate ship caught by the Kraken, the floor gnawing at your bones again so you just. Got up. And slept somewhere else. My English teacher held me back, and told me I was a good writer but don’t be so angry, and I cried right there, and she gave me a kleenex from her Shakespeare tissue holder and I blew this stupid pain head first out of my nose. I never told you about that. Maybe if I had you would’ve felt bad for me and stayed a little longer. But you hung out with those buckwild kids under the spot by the willow tree, and it was easy. it was just snuffing out an annoyance. A mosquito licking the ruby of your earrings that you shooed away. Our birthstones were both rubies, you know, we were twin cancers with balmy skin and busted appendixes, the aliens took you once and the only explanation was a scar on your spine, and I reckon I should’ve known they’d come back for you.

(You are gonna tell your kids about these cherry cola years of golden suburbia, and midnight blue debauchery snapping teenage knees, and furrow your brow forgetting the name of the girl you spent the first two calling your best friend.) You cheered at football games. You got drunk with them at night, and you were bursting and missing teeth like a watermelon smile, you rubbed up against each other like cats they touched you in all the right places and you didn’t text me anymore. You went to sleepovers and posted photos on Instagram, I wasn’t invited, I thought this bullshit was supposed to stop happening in elementary school. All the things we thought would never happen, lockdown drills, fire drills, earthquake drills and we still weren’t prepared. It was. Pandemonium. It was. Chemical fires in Mr. Dow’s science class. And me and my plans were just. so fucking boring standing next to your cherry blossom hurricane. You didn’t wait for me after class anymore and I just. Looked so stupid trying to catch up. Blood, mature blood, cows blood in the manure for the roses to eat. Black blood, like storm sky, I dish out this milkshake I pick the scab and I lick the blood away. Thomas comes out and dubs himself the gay cliche, we walk home together on the yellow brick road, and we pray a tornado will land the school library on our corpses so we can die with those sparkly shoes on. Those ruby shoes on. The Fates gagged me with a pack of jolly ranchers. I got straight A’s while Rome was falling. Nobody has ever made me feel so small.

11th grade: New school. The kids talk different here. Depression in California is like getting a cold in mid-July. So ironic it’s almost insulting. I’m pretty sure it was raining all year, but don’t count on it, I lived sub-terrestrialy with my mothers tulip bulbs. Today’s Wednesday? I thought it was Friday? I thought yesterday was Sunday? Depression in California is like running after a rabbit in the woods. It doesn’t matter how sunny it is, you will suddenly look up and it’s night, and the trees are not your friends, even when they are as skinny and shaky as you. You will get stuck in the swamp, leave your shoes behind, and not even remember why you were out here in the first place.

Headache. Stomach ache. Lots of those, those are easy to fake. Menstrual cramps, vomiting, gut wrenching, kinda vomiting. A personal favorite. I got to get my hands dirty for that one, I got to reach for the gag reflex like a remote control and press fast forward and feel my arc capsizing, until the static buzzed and I was pale like southern gothic tragedy, I’m not bulimic I just don’t wanna go to school. Depression in California is like an abandoned zoo. Everything echoing animal shrieks. They set them free but the cages were empty long before that. I make some friends, nice ones who laugh at my jokes, and I feel like I should get a sticker for it, but I do more nervous shaking than laughing.

Depression in California is like a badly maintenanced carnival. We’ve gone around the ferris wheel 8 times now and nobody seems to notice. The cotton candy polluting my blood, running slow and globby while the kids below spin, the kids drop, the kids could die, but they just giggle hand in hand with smiling clowns who pump them full of teeth rotting sweets, the winking lights are blurry this far away, and it feels like eons before we’ll get back to the bottom. I’m out of tokens. I think I’m just gonna jump.  

12th grade: Trump won. I think I might like girls. My dad jokes about his own death so I know what it means to be angry now, like femurs forged from the goddamn ring of Isildur. Is this what’s normal now? Fucking boys who are oil slick and easy living, and lose my socks in their dorm rooms? Meet them for diner food and xans on the weekend, and everything just temporary? Is that just what everybody wants now? My brother got a green card marriage, but I guess he loves her for real now. We watch the Walking Dead until the streetlights glaze over our eyes, he asks me if I have a boyfriend, no. If I’ve had any since I last saw him, no. If no is my favorite word, yes. Thing is I’ve never been anyone’s girl cause I’ve got a volcano where I should have a stomach. I know what it is to live on the red planet. But I ignore all that and go to concerts that bleed beer and swoon for boys who drink the blood. I guess we’re used to falling off of things so we do it on purpose now. It’s not over but I know how it’s gonna end. Cracked skull, and police lights. And to the break of dawn on Brandon’s roof, boxers stained with mayonnaise, and Deadpool is probably his favorite movie or some dumb white boy shit like that. I’m not gonna cry when I leave for college, I’m gonna cry at the car rental watching the sun bleed out on the trees. I’m gonna cry in the knothole of an oak tree, hiding from the freshman mixer party in the woods I knew I shouldn’t have come to once the social anxiety starts clawing up soaked in the gallon of strawberry Crush I downed to calm myself down. You know, in some other parallel universe, my parents never divorced and we dispute where the sugar pantry should be at inopportune times, and I don’t straight jacket myself with the echoplex sound of my mother screaming over my dead body just to not inhale the chlorox under the sink. I was so bloody, I just wanted to be clean.

I thought it was like the 80’s, the rusty exhaust pipe of Matt’s car turning the snow black while he’s wasting time daydreaming of my piston pumping sloppy hips, and rumored things that happen in the backseat, and kicking cans in no particular direction, and first love sticky and first love stabbed into your kidney and you never really recover. I thought it was sixteen candles, and say anything, but it’s getting bloodshot squirrelly smoking hash in the disabled bathroom stall. It’s a personality disorder grown up from the ground like a mushroom that is poison to the touch, and thrown away birthday presents, and valentines day balloons stuck in the trees. It’s dropping the last slice of college acceptance celebration cake on the floor for your dogs breakfast, and cartoon rain puddles for eyes talking about how scary it is to drive on the freeway. Karina and Maddie rough housing like pit bulls in fifth period cause we don’t do shit in that class and pretending that we are not all gonna be strangers in 6 weeks before we. Before we. Please don’t make me say it out loud.

My English teacher held me back, and told me to make up the quiz I missed, and that was the only time I will ever be happy that some strangers just stay that way. And Daddy, I will miss you when you leave me, and Daddy I will meet you in the next life you just gotta wait for me ok?

I am not the kind of girl people have crushes on. I am the kind of girl who can survive 18 stealing food from parties, couch surfing, living like a lightning bolt. There one minute, and gone the next.

ok so I promised viktuuri baby headcanons and I’m here to deliver

this is pretty much a thread on twitter, but I’ll consolidate it here for convenience:

  • I hope Viktor and Yuuri become really embarrassing co-coach dads to their adopted daughter one day.
  • They’d probably name her Lyuba, because she’s the embodiment of their life and LOVE. Plus Lyuba Katsuki sounds really cute.
  • Viktor is a fan of L words after all, so I’m like 99.9% sure he’d give his kid a name beginning with L.
  • Nicknames: Lyubochka, Lyubov (thanks @3ubra).
  • I feel like she’d somehow have Viktor’s exact personality and heart-shaped smile despite being completely adopted.
  • Physically, she looks like Yuuri’s mom (which is part of the reason why they adopted her).
  • ((but her hair ends up wavy as she gets older, she has multiple beauty marks scattered on her face, and a tooth gap. She’s an absolute charmer))
  • Anyway she’s a horrible, spoiled heathen that makes Yuuri go prematurely gray because he is definitely the overprotective hover dad.
  • Meanwhile, Viktor is the free spirit papa that interprets her brattiness and tantrums as “self expression” and spoils her ten ways to Sunday.
  • ((they both spoil her though, let’s be real. Yuuri just tries to be subtle about it))
  • (((he isn’t)))
  • Obviously when she’s a kid, she clings to Viktor and favors him while saying awful things like “I don’t like daddy, he’s sooo boring.”
  • Yuuri’s heart breaks a lot but Viktor is there to pick up the pieces and Lyuba has him wrapped around her finger so he doesn’t mind being walked all over… :,)
  • ((tbh the only reason she’s so callous is because kids are kinda cruel until they learn other people have feelings too))
  • Because she’s a lot like Viktor, she also picks up on Yuuri’s moods really easily (which is why she’s so good at manipulating him into getting what she wants)
  • But my point is, when Yuuri has bad days and Viktor isn’t there and even Makkachin can’t help, Lyuba kinda just crawls into his lap and cheers him up…
  • She’ll push a picture she drew of their whole family into Yuuri’s face or yank at his face and ears until Yuuri gets out of his head and looks at her, and she just grins this huge ol’ smile that reminds Yuuri of Viktor so bad his heart melts and he can’t help but return it…
  • Then when Lyuba knows Yuuri is giving her his undivided attention, she babbles stories to take his mind off the bad thoughts……. :,,,,)
  • Later when Viktor comes home, he finds Yuuri asleep on the couch with Lyuba sprawled on his chest and Makkachin curled over Yuuri’s feet.
  • (Also Lyuba definitely has a Swar*vski crystal tiara tangled in her hair because you know she would)
  • This is Viktor’s phone lock screen if this wasn’t already obvious.
  • Lyuba goes on to skate and be a world champion and makes her dads proud, both as coaches and as parents
  • (Yuri is probably her ballet instructor)
  • Speaking of Yuri, he babysits occasionally when he’s not busy and is a terrible terrible influence, teaches her how to prank her fathers and push the other kids into the sand lol.
  • Yuri is the favorite uncle. Yuuri thinks it’s cute up until he realizes how bad of an influence Yuri is.
  • Viktor is like “but Yuuri they’re getting along so well!” And Yuuri is like “This is not the kind of getting along I wanted!!”
  • Yuuri has a three page list in small font of recommended activities for them to do while he and Viktor go out. Yuri chucks it in the trash.
  • Mila babysits too, and she’s the only one Yuuri knows he can actually trust with his child (hell if he could raise Lyuba with Mila, he would).
  • Georgi tried to babysit once, but Lyuba bullied him about his hair so much, the he cancelled early an went home crying.
  • Yakov and Lilia are the only two “babysitters” that are stern with her, and Lyuba actually behaves herself around them.
  • Yakov is also convinced that Lyuba is Viktor’s secret love child because she is far too much like him to be just adopted.
  • He tells all his conspiracy theories to Lilia, who finds holes in all of them.
  • Yuuri’s parents adore her to pieces: they insist they bring her to Japan for the coming of age ceremonies, and dress her up for every holiday.
  • Mari looks after her if everyone else is busy, and Lyuba really likes her aunt Mari’s piercings.
  • Minako wants to immediately raise her into the next skating prodigy, which Yuuri protests.
  • Chris and Phichit mail her extravagant gifts all the time.
  • In general, Lyuba grows up pretty well known in the entire worldwide skating community as the child of two of the greatest male figure skaters in history.
  • Of course when she’s older, Lyuba’s affection is a lot more even, she loves both her fathers equally and if she approaches one individually, it’s just because he handles the problem better than the other one would.
  • She’s actually really embarrassed by how bratty she was as a kid. Yuuri and/or Viktor often recount stories while she screeches at them to stop.
  • Even Yuri tries to embarrass her sometimes. “You may be a world gold medal champion, but I changed your diapers.”
  •  Yuri, tossing back a flask: “I let you vomit on me so your dads could go on a date and get some action at a hotel, as if they were still in their honeymoon period.”
  • Lyuba, covering her face: “Oh my god please stop.”
  • She apologizes to Yuuri for being such a jerk as a kid and Yuuri is like, “I married your papa, I signed up for this.”
  • MEANWHILE, VIKTOR,
  • Viktor: oh Lyubochka don’t worry, your daddy likes being bullied and bossed around ;)
  • Lyuba: I want to die immediately
  • Yuuri: *already ascending*
  • He’d be the horrible parent that drops hints about his sex like with his husband now that their kid is an adult 
  • Though let’s be real; why wait until she’s an adult? Viktor is shameless and Yuuri is constantly covering their Lyuba’s ears.
  • “VIKTOR SHUSH, LYUBA IS RIGHT THERE!!!!" 
  • "Yuuri, our daughter is one and a half, she has the memory of an earth worm. We can have sex while she naps as long as we don’t wake her up.”
  • Poor Yuuri, between Viktor being himself and their daughter’s rebellious years he has so many gray hairs.
  • Yuri comes over like "oh my god I thought Asian people aged well.”
  • What Yuuri wants to say: “I’m kinda trying to raise the literal spawn of Satan, with the Devil himself”
  • What he does say: “not when they’re married to Viktor Nikiforov they don’t!!”
  • Viktor just kind of shrugs and tries to look innocent while cradling Lyuba.
  • It was in that moment that Yuri decided he would never ever get married.
  • He tells this to Mila, who’s engaged to Sara, at practice the next day and she laughs in his face and says “give it time.”

Anyway, that’s all I have so far, I’m probably going to eventually write a mini series about Viktor and Yuuri retiring and then adopting/raising Lyuba.

How to say ‘’You’re stupid’’ in Serbian -  a guide by me

Originally posted by xenaandjonesgiflibrary

Note: before we start I need to mention that these are not strictly used to say ‘’you’re stupid’’. Some of them may be used when someone’s simply talking shit. 

*Also, some people may take these as a joke, some may be offended. You never know. 

1. Лупаш као Максим по дивизији. (Lupaš kao Maksim po diviziji.)

  • Translation: You’re banging like Maxim on division. 
  • Explanation: There are two stories about the origin of this phrase. The first one’s stating that during WWI there was some guy named Maxim who was firing lots of shots but with little or no effect, therefore this phrase is used to describe a person who says a lot of stupid shit. The second (and more reasonable) story says that Maxim we’re talking about here is either Hiram Maxim, the inventor of the first portable, fully automatic machine gun, or the gun itself (called the Maxim gun). Either way, it’s about firing lots of words shots, often with no effect. 

2. Лупаш као отворен прозор. (Lupaš kao otvoren prozor.)

  • Translation: You’re banging like an open window. 
  • Explanation: Well, there’s not much to say about this one, but its meaning can be connected with famous promaja (draft / draught). The air that is flowing between two open windows (or doors) is making windows open and close constantly (it’s usually about the casement window) and they make the banging noise. So that’s it. 

3. Кад лупиш ни Дунав не може да те опере. (Kad lupiš ni Dunav ne može da te opere.) 

  • Translation: When you say something even the Danube can’t wash you up.
  • Explanation: I think this one’s pretty clear, the Danube is a huge river, you must have said lots of shit if even that amount of water can’t wash you up. 

4. Немој да једеш говна кад ти је бурек јефтинији. (Nemoj da jedeš govna kad ti je burek jeftiniji.)

  • Translation: Don’t eat shit when burek is cheaper. 
  • Explanation: The only thing that (maybe) needs to be explained here is burek. Burek is a pastry made from layers of dough, alternating with layers of other fillings in a circular baking pan and then topped with a last layer of dough (at least that’s how we make it in Serbia. It’s a bit different in other countries). 
  • Note: Burek was cheap at the time someone came up with this phrase. The price’s been increasing so now you actually have an excuse for eating shit instead of burek.

5. Јеси ти глуп(a) или ти ноге смрде? (Jesi ti glup(a) ili ti noge smrde?) 

  • Translation: Are you stupid or your feet smell? 
  • Explanation: Oh this is just you assuming that your interlocutor maybe isn’t really stupid (who are you to judge, right?), maybe it’s just smell of their feet clouding their mind
  • Note: This one is not that often heard nowadays, but it used to be really popular 3-4 years ago. It was worth mentioning tho. 
  • Note #2: The ‘a’ in the brackets indicates feminine gender, ‘’glup’’ is for a male person, ‘’glupa’’ for a female (there’s also neuter gender but you’ll rarely use that one when talking to someone) 

6. Глуп(а) си као точак. (Glup(a) si kao točak.) 

  • Translation: You’re as stupid as a wheel.
  • Explanation: I’m not quite sure about this one, but I believe it’s because a wheel can only perform one action, and even that does not depend on it, it’s just how the thing goes. 
  • Note: This phrase may be extended, so you’ll often hear someone say ‘’Глуп си као точак, да извине бицикл.’’ (Glup si kao točak, da izvine bicikl) - you’re as stupid as a wheel, my apologies to the bike
  • Note #2: Again the same thing for ‘’glup’’ and ‘’glupa’’.

7. Глуп(а) си као ноћ. (Glup(a) si kao noć.)

  • Translation: You’re as stupid as night. 
  • Explanation: Well there’s no logical explanation for this one except the fact that night used to be stupid and boring before the discovery of electricity. 

8. Јеси ти глуп(а) или ти дупе стоји накриво? (Jesi ti glup(a) ili ti dupe stoji nakrivo?) 

  • Translation: Are you stupid or your ass is askew? 
  • Explanation: I… really don’t know… 

9. Јесу теби чавке попиле мозак? (Jesu tebi čavke popile mozak?)

  • Translation: Did jackdaws drink your brain? 
  • Explanation: Not much to be explained tbh, the point is - your brain’s missing. 

10. Ти ниси баш у винклу. (Ti nisi baš u vinklu.)

  • Translation: You’re not in a vinkl. 
  • Explanation: I don’t know how I’d translate ‘’vinkl’’ but I can try to explain it. ‘’Vinkl’’ comes from german ‘’winkel’’ (angle). Vinkl is a term we use for angle ruler. So when you tell someone they’re not ‘’in a vinkl’’ that means they don’t equal  90°, or, to put it simply - they’re not normal. Wow, that was one hell of an explanation and you’re probably even more confused now. Sorry. Feel free to ask anything you want to know :) 

11. Јел је тебе бабица испустила на главу кад си био мали / кад си била мала? (Jel je tebe babica ispustila na glavu kad si bio mali / kad si bila mala?) 

  • Translation: Did a midwife drop you on your head when you were little? 
  • Explanation: I think this one’s pretty clear. You’re stupid. Period. 
  • Note: ‘’Kad si bio mali’’ - for a male person, ‘’Kad si bila mala’’ for a female

12. Јеси јео / јела бунике? (Jesi jeo / jela bunike?)

  • Translation: Did you eat henbane? 
  • Explanation: ‘’What on earth is making you act (or say something) like that?’’ Yea, that’s pretty much it. 
  • Note: ‘’jeo’’ - masculine; ‘’jela’’ - feminine

13. Ти си недограђен(a) као шапински дом. (Ti si nedograđen(a) kao šapinski dom.)

  • Translation: You’re unfinished like Šapine’s Cultural Center. 
  • Explanation: Oh boy, this needs a longer explanation. First of all, I have to say that this is not used everywhere in Serbia, it’s a regionalism. You can hear it only in my region. Šapine is a village (near my town, that’s why we’re using this phrase), and it’s kinda famous for its Cultural Center which has been being built for years, but it’s still half-done. So by saying this you’re practically saying that someone’s, well, retarded.
  • Note: Word ‘’nedograđen’’ has this ‘’građen’’(built) part which indicates that it’s about a building, while english ‘’unfinished’’ can be used for other things as well.
  • Note #2: ‘’Nedograđen’’ - masculine, ‘’nedograđena’’ - faminine 

14. Теби фали нека даска у глави. (Tebi fali neka daska u glavi.)

  • Translation: You’re missing a plank in your head
  • Explanation: Again used to point out that someone’s brain is not a whole it should be. 

15. Кад је бог делио памет и бистроумност ти си био / ти си била испод 55 јоргана. (Kad je bog delio pamet i bistroumnost ti si bio / ti si bila ispod 55 jorgana.) 

  • Translation: When God was giving away intelligence and wisdom you were (hiding) under 55 quilts. 
  • Explanation: You missed the giveaway bro. Sorry. It’s not your fault. 
  • Note: ‘’Ti si bio’’ - masculine, ‘’ti si bila’’ - feminine 

anonymous asked:

Hello Violet! I was wondering if you have a Top 10 or something like that of basic crystals? Soon I think I'm going to buy my first crystals and I'm not sure which ones buy first. I don't have a lot of money to buy many. Thanks in advance!

Hey! I can certainly give you some suggestions.

Firstly, don’t just get some crystals because people online say they’re good dude! Look around the store, pick the crystals up, see which ones you are drawn to and which you instantly fall in love with. If you see one that you have a connection with right away but it’s not one of the “popular” crystals, don’t be afraid to buy it. They are very personal things and what doesn’t work for others might just work for you! For example, my favourite crystals of all time are malachite and moonstone. Neither see much love as the likes of rose quartz or fluorite, but they’re still my babies :) You like that shiny rock? You get that shiny rock.

I won’t list 10 just for the sake of listing 10, but I will mention the first ones that come to mind :)

Clear Quartz is the big daddy of crystals for most people. This is because it is used to focus and magnify power, as well as absorb it depending on what you’re doing with it. It is also because it can be used as a substitute to pretty much any other crystal, making it perfect for beginners. All you have to do is program it with your desired intent. (Which is very easy so don’t be intimidated by that) Think of clear quartz like a focus in a laser pointer.

Amethyst is an amazing crystal for healing work. Most use it to bring calm and combat anxiety, stress or depression. Very good for combating addictions like smoking or even drugs. Many also use it to cure migraines. It can be used to aid disturbed sleep by placing a piece under your pillow.

Selenite is fantastic for work of divination. It is a tool with which many use to strengthen their psychic and mental abilities. It’s used for work with guides, spirits, angels and loved ones. I’ve personally used it a lot in rituals involving moon magic and intuition. It’s very effective in helping you achieve new levels of perspective as you strengthen and expand your mind.

Amber is technically not a crystal but worth a mention. It is made from the fossilized resin from coniferous trees that grew millions of years ago. It’s fantastic for past life and astral travel work, brings prosperity and a sense of confidence in challenging environments (work, school, etc) If Amethyst is the crystal that soothes your stress and depression, think of Amber as the force that then increases your self worth and gives you the drive to go on.

Onyx is a great go to for work involving protection, absorbing negative energy, warding off nightmares and being a great tool in magical defense. I was often told by an ex partner of mine that when she wore her onyx necklace at night and felt people stare at her, she would focus on it and they would noticeably lose interest and look away. Nice little crystal if you’re nervous about travelling. I actually prefer obsidian for the same purposes but again, obsidian is not a crystal; it’s volcanic glass. Still mighty strong though ;)

Honourable Mentions:

  • Rose Quartz
  • Fluorite
  • Labradorite
  • Blue Lace Agate
  • Tigers Eye
  • Aquamarine
  • Kyanite
  • Aventurine
  • Malachite
  • ‘holey’ stones

Crystals to avoid:

Sadly in many crystal shops, fake crystals are sold. Most of them are just glass that’s been dyed or heated until it discolours. Here are some of the most commonly faked crystals that i’d advise against buying when a beginner until you are able to distinguish the fake from the real OR know that your store is super legit.

  • Citrine
  • Anything with unnaturally strong colours (Obnoxious pinks and blues)
  • Ametrine (9 times out of 10 it’s just burnt amethyst)
  • Check this link for more info, and look at the comments to see what others said on the matter :)

I could list so many more crystals and bore you all day but this should be ok for now! Other people feel free to add what crystals you loved when you were starting out x)

anonymous asked:

If i remember correctly, a couple of months back somebody asked you about bruce and jason; if they'd ever have a normal, deep conversation addressing their problems. How it'd go? I mean... do they maybe find themselves at a bar after some very peculiar set of events? We're never gonna get a truthful conversation with those two so i'm relying heavily on you to satisfy my curiosity. You're free to make me ache all over from the pain since you can do that well. :D

“If you wanted to watch the game with me, you could’ve just invited me to the manor,” Jason says as he opens the door to the bar. Better food, less drama, and more comfortable seats make Gotham Knights on the 200" batscreen more real and enjoyable than actually being at the stadium. There’s something to be said about the occasional bat flying past your head, but you get used to it. The alternative is some greasy guy’s saliva sprayed all over your hair while he’s screaming to some player to stop dragging his feet.

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gdesertsand  asked:

Friend!!! Did you say you accept Latte?! I'm so happy! Okay, here is the prompt: Matt is trying to get Lance's attention but Pidge and Shiro are being this two who will make Matt's task of courting the Blue Paladin a walk through fire. Of course only if you like to write it! Have an awesome day!

Friend!!!! I do take latte!!!!!! And omg shiro and Pidge just making it so hard for Matt to get Lance’s attention. Lmao!!! I hope I do this as great as your prompt!

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“Ok. Oh can do this Matt, you’ve got this.”
Matt mutters to himself as he stands outside of the common lounge that Lance is currently sitting in. Alone. It’s his perfect chance to finally do what he’s been thinking about for the past week since joining team voltron.

To say that he was happy to see Shiro and Pidge are ok is an understatement, he was practically crying with how happy he was. And once he joined team voltron, he was even happier to see that Pidge had found such great friends out here in space. One particular friend caught Matt’s eye off the bat. The Blue Paladin, Lance. He was funny, and caring for everyone on the team, even Matt who Lance barely even knew. Another understatement is to say that matt feel head over heels; he fell face first into his crush.

The problem is that it’s been a long while since Matt has flirted with anyone, and being in space hasn’t helped with that either. The other problem is that Lance was always with someone. Matt could never catch Lance by himself, he was either with one of the other Paladins, or with one of the Altean. This is the first time since Matt got there that Lance was alone.

Matt takes in one more deep breath, muttering to himself, going over the pick up lines he spent the last week trying to remember from the few times he has flirted with anyone.

“What are you doing?”

“AAUuaauGHHhh!!”

Matt spins around to see Pidge standing behind him, computer in hand and giving a confused look.

Matt stutters out “n-nothing! I’m doing nothing!”
Good going Matt, now she knows he’s up to something. She peaks over Matt to the room where Lance is relaxing, and he can immediately tell when she figures it out, a cocky smile sliding onto her face as she looks back and forth between Matt and Lance.

“Katie, don’t-”

Too late, as soon as Matt moves to stop her, she slips under him and walks into the room, plopping herself right. In . Lance’s. lap! God he hates his sister sometimes. This is one of those times.

“Oh! Hey Pidge! Whatchya doing?” Lance’s voice lilts from the room.

“I was bored. Hey want to hear a cheesy pick up line.” Pidge calls out, knowing full well that Matt is standing just outside the doorway.

“Yeah, i’m always looking for new material.” Matt can practically picture the stupidly cute eyebrow wiggle that Lance is doing right now.

“Do you work at A coffee shop? Because I like you a latte.”

Damnit Katie! Why do you have to do this every time!

Lance’s laughter fills the room and the hallway, making Matt’s heart beat faster than it already was; god he has such a sweet and contagious laugh, it could make anyone laugh along with him, even if they don’t know why their laughing in the first place.

Matt can see that Pidge is looking back him; the biggest shit-eating grin plastered on her face. She loved making it so much harder for Matt when it came to his crushes. Playing off his usual pick up lines as jokes, pretty much making it impossible to spend any alone time with them, or even telling his crushes some of his most embarrassing moments.

Matt turns around and storms off, trying to think of another way to flirt with Lance WITHOUT Katie there to ruin his chances.

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The next time Matt had a chance of being alone with Lance, it was after a particularly rough mission, that left a lot of them either wound up or exhausted. Lance being the former, had taken up residence in one of the viewing decks, working on some sort of book.

Matt walks into the room, not waiting around for Pidge to catch him off guard again, behind his back is a small device he had built for Lance that would recreate sounds of the ocean as well as project a sort of kaleidoscope effect that mimics water.

“Hey Lance!” Matt calls out a little too loud, mentally trying to calm himself down and to play it cool.

“Hey Matt. You need something?”

“No! No, I just wanted to spend some time with you that’s all.”

“Oh, ok! Here,” Lance pats the seat next to him, which Matt happily accepts, internally high diving himself for not making it this far without messing up too bad. Now all he has to do is give him the gift he made; and then…….wait. He didn’t think of what to do after that. What if Lance didn’t like his gift? What if he really likes it? Then what?!

Matt shakes his head to try and clear his head of all the questions in his head. Focus. What’s happens will happen. Just…..go where the conversation takes him.

“Hey Lan-”

“Lance! There you are.” Both of them turn around and see Shiro standing in the doorway. And while anyone else would just think Shiro is just smiling, Matt knows better than most. Shiro’s in on it with Pidge. Matt just can’t get a break, can he? Shiro is just as bad at trying to embarrass him when he has a crush.

Shiro plops down on the other side of Lance, still giving them that ‘innocent’ smile that Matt knows Better than to trust it.

“I was hoping to find you. And Matt, you’re here too,” Matt glares at Shiro, whatever game you and Pidge are trying to pull is not helping in the slightest Shiro, “hey Matt, remember that time you tried to take your mom’s car out for a joy ride and ended up almost driving into a fish pond.” Shiro is laughing by the end of the sentence, and Lance chuckling along with him.

“What?! Really? You gotta tell me everything!” Lance asks, only making the embarrassing flush on Matt’s face that much worse.

Matt escapes out of the room, trying to hide his embarrassment as much as possible while Shiro regales Lance with the story. Matt’s gift still in his hands.

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Knock. knock.

Matt looks up from the device still on his hands.

“Come in.”

The door swishes open to show Lance standing in his doorway.

“Lance…hey. Come in.” Lance gives him a smile and walks in, taking a seat next to Matt in the bed.

“I have a question for you.”

Matt looks at Lance, his full attention focused on Lance (ok maybe more on his lips, but Lance none the less), “sure, shoot.”

“Did you use to work at a Starbucks?”

What? That’s a weird question to ask him.

Because I like you a latte.“ Lance finishes, giving Matt a knowing look.

Oh.

OH.

"How long have you known that I-”

I may not be a genius, but I’m not blind. Plus you’re kinda obvious when you stare.” Lance cuts off Matt, still giving him that warm sweet smile. Matt can feel his cheeks heating up.

“Don’t worry, I’ve done plenty of staring too.” And now his face is getting even hotter. Lance likes him back. Wow. His wasn’t exactly how he thought this would go.

“Can you show me what you wanted to give me earlier?” Lance leans over, curious about the device that still sits in Matt’s hands. Matt stutters over his words, flustered and blushing as a tomato. “Y-yeah, sure. Ok” Matt fumbles around, trying to remember how to start up the machine. Finally, after what felt like minutes of making a fool of himself, he finally turns it on, the sounds filling the room as well as the projection, giving the roof the look of a reflective pool.

Matt and Lance watching the the display in a calm silence. Matt startles as Lance takes his hand in his own, lacing their fingers together. Matt looks down at his hand then back at Lance, who is smiling and has somehow closed the space between them without Matt knowing. Matt smiles as he looks back up to his roof.

Yeah, joining team Voltron was the best decision he’s made.

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I hope you liked this, because I know I did! Thank you so much for the prompt!

I haven’t posted fic in a bit, even though I’ve been writing a lot. So…. here’s a thing I typed up because Fuck The Cold.

Familiar!AU random fluff. 

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Hello! I'm so happy to see requests are open again! Anyway for a headcanon, MC's grandma / grandpa come visit but they always drive MC and the RFA crazy whenever they visit (too much complaining, long boring stories that don't go anywhere, specific foods to prechew, interrupting their "moments") how do they feel and deal with it?

Yoosung

  • whenever MC’s grandparents arrive he tenses up like a scared cat
  • iS THE APARTMENT CLEAN?? IT SURE AS HELL AINT AND THERE IS NO TIME SO HE’S SHOVING STUFF UNDER THE COUCH
  • he and MC have perfected the “grin and bear it” technique
  • Yoosung has just accepted it. No matter what he cooks, MC’s grandparents will complain about it
  • he still tries to act all nice though

Jaehee

  • always thinks “well how bad can this get anyway?” and in the end finds the same answer
  • worse
  • the first time she was shocked by the sheer rudeness of MC’s granparents
  • why compain so much? they don’t like the house’s colors? the carpet is ugly? they don’t like the silverware?
  • she’s heard it all. Every single complaint
  • After a visit, Jaehee is so emotionally and spiritually drained she needs to lay on the couch for half an hour while MC brushes her hair or something

Zen

  • good god does Zen hate annoying family members
  • he always tells MC “the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb” when they know their grandparents will come over and they’re feeling absolutely stressed out
  • honestly- why does he feel as if those two hate him so much?
  • they make comments like “an actos I see… how… curious.” and start talking for so long
  • Zen feels like if he hears the story of how they met one more time he’ll drop dead
  • MC knows that this stresses him out lots and always makes sure to get some goldfish bread and beer for him to de-stress

Jumin

  • look, he’d be able to deal with complaints
  • he can deal with picky appetites
  • he can tolerate hour-long old person stories
  • but when MC’s grandparents got angry at him for kissing MC and they saw- he realized he disliked them
  • has he no right to peck his lover on the lips without them calling him a “depraved pervert exhibisionist”?
  • He hates it when they come over, since he can’t show affection to MC at all

707

  • he doesn’t know if MC’s grandparents were just set on annoying the hell out of him before they met or if he prompted it
  • maybe if he hadn’t dressed up as a maid the first time they came over
  • maybe their visits would now be bearable
  • it’s not like he wanted them to see him dressed up as Mary!! He forgot they were coming over and he was just.
  • dressed like that
  • he and MC are reminded of how much MC’s grandparents disliked that every single visit. every time.
  • he just stress eats honey buddha chips when they aren’t looking to survive the visits
marriage proposal: changkyun
  • ok this one’s the worst, honestly
  • i mean it’s not changkyun’s fault, but you see the thing is
  • it had started out as a joke.
  • it had been teasing at first, really
  • you and changkyun had been at the dorm with the boys and you’d just been hanging out, both lying on the floor in the living room on your phones, showing each other memes and laughing and talking about stupid things
  • and whatever it had been you two had been about, you don’t know, but you’d both been giggling happily
  • and when wonho had come into the room, fake gagged and told you
  • “just get married already”
  • you both had exchanged a look, and,
  • “okay. let’s get married”
  • wonho had groaned as you’d broken out in laughter once again and actually. started talking about it??
  • “we should get married at the beach or something”, changkyun had started
  • “ohhh, definitely. like one of those super fancy beach weddings. we could go to busan or”
  • “or europe? spain would be amazing”
  • “oh my god. let’s go”
  • …..
  • you’d laughed so much talking about your imaginary wedding and somehow
  • the joke just. stuck, and it became more or less of a running gag between you two
  • in the most random situations, one of you would just go
  • “let’s get married”
  • and you’d start talking again, planning weddings you’d never have
  • spontaneous weddings in the weirdest places, big weddings in fancy castles, beautiful weddings in countries you’d never been
  • talking about it, about your wedding and getting married and all, became a thing for you two, when you were bored or when you didn’t wanna think about reality for a moment; it became normal
  • which, kinda
  • ….turned into the problem.
  • he’s eating together with the members and he’s talking about you, something about a story you told him, when he gets interrupted by kihyun mid-sentence
  • “you two should really get married”, he says offhandedly, slurping down more noodles
  • changkyun only laughs.
  • “yeah, we should. i’ll have to ask her though”, he grins
  • kihyun hums. “please do”
  • the other member mumble their agreements as well, leaving him dumbfounded because…….they’re not just joking are they
  • he swallows.
  • “…what?”
  • kihyun puts his chopsticks down and looks at him with a serious expression. suddenly, he feels kinda small
  • “look. changkyun”, kihyun begins, “you love her. for reasons i cannot figure out, she loves you, too. you’ve been together for so long now but you’re still so happy. just”, he picks up his chopsticks again, picking at his food, “buy her a ring. get married.”
  • ….
  • and with that, the conversation is done. everyone resumes eating and changkyun is left with those two sentences echoing through his head
  • buy her a ring. get married.
  • ……….
  • he thinks about it.
  • thinks a lot, even though there isn’t really anything to think about
  • kihyun’s right. the others are right
  • you make him happy. he’s never been so happy and honestly he can’t even remember what it was like without you
  • i should buy her a ring. we should get married.
  • ….so a week later
  • he just goes and. buys a ring
  • and another day later and he’s at your apartment and has ordered your favourite take out
  • he wanted to cook but after last week’s incident….,,
  • he even lights a candle, making you snort and wiggle your eyebrows at him when you come home
  • “trying to get laid?”, you joke
  • “……why do i even bother”, he rolls his eyes, suppressing his smile
  • (you were a pest. but you were his pest)
  • …you eat. you’re almost finished and eating in comfortable silence when changkyun pauses and looks at you
  • his palms are sweating and to be honest, he didn’t think it would be so nerve wrecking???
  • god he’s so nervous
  • ….you don’t notice, happily eating your food
  • “y/n”, he says and you pause mid-bite
  • he takes a deep breath.
  • “….let’s get married.”
  • ….
  • you look at him for a moment longer, changkyun basically dying from anticipation
  • you smile
  • “sure”, you say, continuing to eat, “let’s wait until next week though, i’ve got a test on friday and it’s like, half my grade, so”
  • ………….,,
  • changkyun just stares in disbelief
  • did you just…you just……..
  • “do you know if it’s possible to get married on a boat?”, you ask in between bites
  • oh my god.
  • “no, i mean”, he starts rummaging through the pocket of his jacket, he needs the ring, the ring, the ring, where is that goddamn ring??
  • seriously changkyun of course you’d need the ring what else did you buy it for, you dumbass
  • you’re so focused on your food you don’t even notice his frantic searching
  • “ohhhh right. sea sickness is a thing. damn, you’re right”
  • the ring, the ring, where is that ring oh my god, the-
  • “…are you looking for something?”
  • …the ring. fina l l y
  • “what i meant, is”, he exhales
  • he opens the box and turns it so you can see the ring inside, “marry me. please?”
  • you’re staring. you know you are but holy shit
  • changkyun’s waiting and sweating and can you-
  • “is that…?”
  • “a ring.”, he confirms.
  • (still waiting for you to say yes)
  • “and you’re…”
  • “proposing”, he nods.
  • (still sweating)
  • “…”
  • you’re so in shock, you just keep staring at the ring in front of you
  • “i thought”, changkyun begins again with a shaky voice, “we had so many imaginary weddings…”
  • he takes the ring out of the box with shaky fingers and takes your hand in his and slowly slides the ring on, “maybe…”
  • and he looks up at you and you finally take your eyes off the ring and stare wide eyed at your boyfriend instead
  • “maybe we could have a real wedding this time.”
  • you keep staring for another moment
  • is this real? is this happening?
  • you look at the ring one more time, your hand in changkyun’s, and then at changkyun, who’s biting his lip and looking at you expectantly, seeming more nervous than he’s ever been
  • you feel a warmth blooming in your chest, a smile creeping up your face
  • “…okay”, you say, “let’s get married.”
  • changkyun starts breathing again and his expression shifts into a smile so wide you’re sure it must hurt
  • you take his other hand in yours, too, and scoot closer
  • “what do you think of the mountains?”

[ shownu // wonho // kihyun // minhyuk // hyungwon // jooheon // changkyun ]

I Don’t Care.

Christian x Reader - Angst. 

part 1 , part 2 , Part 3 Part 4 )


You got home shattered from work, you loved being a model but it was tiring and stressful, you were constantly on your feet getting 5 minutes of rest at most. You sighed in content once your shoes were off, you slumped on the couch finally feeling somewhat relaxed and closed your eyes as your head pounded and your body ached.

Your phone rang causing you to groan and hold your head as it seemed to be getting worse by the minute, you took your phone out of your jean pocket and answered without checking caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Baby!!! Can you come to mine?” You exhaled and shut your eyes this pain was unbearable “Baby, I-”

“I’d come to yours but I'm really tired!!! I’ll see you in 10! Bye!” You opened your eyes and stared at your phone, you groaned in irritation, you were tired too, you were sore, you wanted to sleep! you weren’t one to complain but right now you were about to burst! 

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Breaking...Epilogue PART 1!

Masterlist (If you haven’t seen any of the Repairing shorts, go here please!)

A/N: This isn’t even 1/3 of what the full epilogue is going to end up being. But I am so frustrated about not having posted in like 2 weeks so take this fro suspense I guess??? @marquiis-de-la-baguette you wanted suspense?!

Warnings: Idk maybe language probably???

Wordcount: 2248

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What was once Broken

Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep…

You feel tired.

Beep..Beep..Beep..Beep

Your body is sore.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Your mind is weak.

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

You can breathe.

 Your eyes flutter open, there’s a bright light and your eyes can’t focus on it. Philip…where is…where’s Philip? Your eyes were starting to adjust but things were still a bit hazy. You looked to your right and saw a silhouette, warm skin, dark and wavy hair. Angie…? The figure came closer to you and you were met with an emerald green. Wait…Rachel? You blinked away the metaphorical film over your eyes. There she was.

“Oh my God… Oh my God! You’re alive! Oh God…!” She was crying, tears staining a face you had almost forgotten.

“A-Anna…? Where…What’s going on?” You wheezed. She looked tired, like she had stayed up for days.

“We were jumped; don’t you remember?” Yeah, I do remember. I also faintly recall a bullet passing through my skull.  “Some asshole tried to mug us, he pulled out a gun and everything! You saved my fucking life! You gave me a chance to run and call the cops. I heard a gunshot and I thought…I thought you were dead. But when the ambulance came, you were still alive! Apparently the bullet got lodged in the chamber and exploded, you only got some of the fragments. The real problem was that after the shot didn’t work, he used the handle to hit over the head. You’ve been pretty much unconscious for eight days… But you’re awake! You are never allowed to almost die on me again, you hear me?”

“Eight days…?”

“Yeah, we were all starting to think that…that you wouldn’t make it… But on that second night, you woke up for a little bit! It meant you had a chance! I missed you so much, nerd bucket!” she cried, you felt your eyes burn a bit from tears pricking at the edges.

“I missed you too, smarty pants!”

 You had to spend a few extra days in the hospital for observation and that gave you a chance to get caught up. All of your friends and family sent their regards and you were glad to hear from them after so long, but that was the thing. Time was odd for you. The memory of waking up under the lamp post felt like it was four years ago, but the shot happening in the street and the shot from Eacker felt like they just happened. It was like both worlds existed simultaneously for you, and you simply moved yourself between them. You felt like you were forgetting something, there was a gap of time missing from between your second death and you waking up in the hospital. It was blank slate that troubled you. However, something else was bugging you even more. Philip. It was gnawing at you, you didn’t have answers, you hated not having answers. Was it really all just a dream? No, it couldn’t have been! He…he was real… You’d see the sun rise every morning and smile, forgetting that he wasn’t going to say hello to you before breakfast. When the sun would set you’d cry, because you knew that he wouldn’t read you a poem he wrote earlier that day. You were unbelievably depressed, even more than you had been in the past. You lost someone, you sacrificed yourself for them and for what? This loneliness, this feeling of something being missing?

The days felt longer and all you had to do all day was think about him. You wanted answers but had no way of getting them yet. You were lucky to have Anna around, honestly she was the only reason why you’d smile for a while there. You were the one to die, but it felt as if he had. You didn’t have any way of knowing if the world had just reset itself, and truthfully that scared you more. What if none of it happened? None of it mattered? But some things were different, something had to have changed. Your hands, they weren’t calloused from the years of work and writing with a stupid feather. There were no scars on your palms from breaking that fragile teacup. They were exactly how you remembered them to be. You looked into the mirror, Anna warned you not to freak out. All across your right temple and some of that side of your forehead were tiny red indents. According to the doctors, the broken shrapnel hit you and would definitely leave scarring. Every night you looked at the dots and remembered what Philip said to you on that night. ‘Now we match! I have spots on my face and you have some on yours!’ ‘Baby’s breath, it looks like the stars. Well, and you remind me of the stars.’ It felt almost taunting to you.

“I guess now we really do match sunshine…” You heard a knock at your door.

“Come in!” You called out, you heard her voice.

“Hey, sister! I come baring something you’re going to love!” You flinched a bit when you heard Anna call you ‘sister’, you weren’t sure why, that was one of her nicknames for you. It just had an odd sense of familiarity.

“What’s up?” You tried to sound as much like your old self as possible. You felt like you were four years older than your body.

“I got you a lil present!” She skipped over to you and handed you an envelope. “Open it! The anticipation is killing me!” She whined. You chuckled softly and carefully tore it open. Reaching your hand in, you pulled out two small pieces of paper. No…fucking…way! “Hamilton tickets! Richard Rogers Theater, on Broadway!  How much do you love me?” She raised an eyebrow. You were completely astonished.

“How did…when did… Who did you have to kill to get these?” You squealed.

“No killing involved, honey! And when it comes to getting them…let’s just say I know a guy who bought them a long time ago and doesn’t need them anymore.”

“That sounds…ominous. Your eyes are doing that scary glint thing.”

“They are not, my eyes are beautiful and the most impressive shade of hazel you will ever see!” She snapped her fingers.

“For the last time, your eyes are green, they’re only brown on the very edge and honestly it’s closer to a black color.” You two had this fight all the time, it was honestly just an inside joke between you both at this point. She rolled her eyes.

“The doctors said that you could be signed out after in a few more days! We’ll go have a girls’ day out on Wednesday and then finish it all off with the show! Doesn’t that sound awesome?” She sounded so happy and hopeful, you always appreciated her energy.

“Are you sure you can do that? I know you’ve been missing a lot of school because of me, wouldn’t that hurt your grade? How am I supposed to feel when I find out that my best friend’s political career is ruined?”

“Nerd bucket, you don’t need to worry about anything. The teachers adore me and my grades are perfect! Do not ever question my capabilities! Also, Roxanne called this morning, she can’t wait to see you, she’s making cookies for you.” She informed.

“Aw! Roxanne is such a sweetie! Seriously, how did you manage to convince that angel to date you for this long?” You joked. Roxanne was Anna’s girlfriend; they were honestly the perfect couple.

             You got to spend a few more days in the hospital, no phone or anything like that. It got boring very quickly. Luckily you had your theories, those kept your mind going. You wanted to know what happened but you were forced to wait. When you were finally cleared to leave, you had every intention of figuring out what was going on. Unfortunately, that’s not how it went down. Anna was around you the whole day, most of the time was spent at the mall trying to find something to wear. She picked out a flowy, lavender dress with small flowering on the bodice. She snagged a simple, peachy dress that looked amazing on her. You questioned whether you’d be over dressed and she told you that you can never be over dressed. It was odd, putting on a dress that didn’t involve a million years’ worth of undergarments and metal death traps. The two of you went back to the apartment and you were hit with a tsunami of nostalgia. She did your hair and makeup and once the time arrived you left.

“We should’ve left early so we could grab dinner!” You stated, she shook her head mischievously.

“We’re getting diner after the show, I’ve always got more surprises up my sleeve!” She chuckled to herself. Oh my god, and she says I’m a nerd. What a fucking dork! She linked your arms together and hailed a cab, you usually didn’t like to take them because of the traffic but it wasn’t that far since you had walked for a little bit. It wasn’t long before you were standing in front of Richard Rogers Theater and you were completely geeking out. Anna looked at her watch.

“Fuck! I was hoping to get here a bit earlier to check on something! Whatever, let’s just get inside!” She led you by the arm into the theater. Oh my fucking God!! There are the lights! There’s the stage! LOOK AT THAT SET!! You both took your seats, which were surprisingly good, and waited anxiously.

“This is literally the second coolest thing to ever happen to me!” You said giddily.

“Well, get ready sweetheart! It’s about to be number one!” The lights went down and the whole audience was submerged in darkness for a moment. I still remember the words…this is so weird. The show began, the familiar melody of the opening song filled the room. A man with dark skin appeared on the stage.

Burr: “How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a

Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten

Spot in the Caribbean by providence, impoverished, in squalor

Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?”

Wow…he looks just like…Wait! More people were flooding onto the stage from different points.

Laurens: “The ten-dollar Founding Father without a father

Got a lot farther by working a lot harder

By being a lot smarter

By being a self-starter

By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter.”

Philip? This time, you did feel your thought fall from your lips. That looks…

Jefferson: “And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted

Away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up

Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of

The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter.”

I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR YOU JEFFERSON, I’M HAVING A CRISIS RIGHT NOW!

Madison: “Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned

Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain

Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain

And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain.”

I haven’t seen you in a while…Mulligan? Madison? Shit I’m confused now. The song continued, your curiosity growing at every face that reminded you of someone else, someone you knew, someone you loved. And then you wondered more and more about that man. He looks like my sunshine… But for some reason, it didn’t feel right. You didn’t get the butterflies in your stomach when you looked at this person, it was like he had the cover of a book you adored but it ended up being a different tale entirely. You felt that the song was going to end soon.

Mulligan/Lafayette: “We fought with him.”

Philip: “Me? I lost for him.”

Angelica/Eliza/???: “Me? I loved him.”

Burr: “And me? I’m the damn fool that shot him.”

Lost? I thought that line was ‘I died for him’? Did he get it wrong? The song ended as you finished that thought. The rest of Act 1 played through and you were blown away by how incredible it was. There were so many things that reminded you of your time with them. It was bittersweet. Act 2 came in with a bang. Thomass Jeffershit! The man playing him got his looks and personality down to the T. Take a break came on and you couldn’t help but giggle at the person playing Philip. He really was my poet… When Say No to This faded in, chills ran down your spine. Nope, don’t want to think about that! Weird train of thought! WEIRD TRAIN OF THOUGHT!! Everything was going along normally until Cabinet Battle #2 ended. You were expecting to hear the words of Aaron Burr in Washington On Your Side, but another, familiar sound faded in. What is this? Doesn’t a different song break up the narrative of following along with the Washington theme?! There was some sort of hasty knocking sound, the woman playing Eliza ran in with someone draped under her arm. It was the woman who played Peggy and Maria, except her outfit was different. She had a cloth tied around her head, her dress was much flatter than the other and was white like the ensemble characters. There was a purple slip over the top of it but it had an opening on the front to show the white part. Who in the hell…?