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

anonymous asked:

this might be kind of a weird thing to say but right now I'm super stressed (nothing major! i just have a lot of homework and I'm bad at time management lmao) but then i had the thought of like: This isn't permanent, i will be happy one day doing things i like with people i love and care about as my friends and new family and things will get better. And it just made me feel less bad about my situation and i just wanted to share that with you just in case you're not feeling 100% right now.

yay I’m so glad you can have that mindset!! I am feeling p good actually, I’m just stuck in one of those “I’m itching so much to do something but everything is boring” moods right now and I can’t shake it lol

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

Things I realized working on my Nano today:

1. Write the scene you don’t want to write.

I know you don’t want to write the boring bridging scene and you think 1300 words is a pretty good word count for the first day and you don’t even have any ideas for that scene because you had ideas for the scene before and you have ideas for the scene after.
Screw that, write it anyway. Yes, it might be bad, yes you’re really not inspired and it feels very bland right now. Write it. WRITE IT. Get to 1700 words with a boring filler scene that is needed for context.
Because honestly, if you’re not into writing that boring scene now, you’re not gonna be happy to have to write it on day 25 with 8K words to catch up.
Nano isn’t about writing your best novel, you cannot always write your best, Nano is about writing the whole damn thing. Then you’ll edit and rewrite until you make it good, make it best.

2. Pay attention when you read.

I’m not saying read everyday, nobody got the energy for that, but when you do read, pay attention to the words. If the way someone blended dialogue and descriptions together flows well, write it down for later. There is only so many times you can use “As for”, “But her eyes”, “When she”. At some point you get really tired of the way you write things, it doesn’t feel like a style anymore but just the same bits of sentences, simply reorganized with different words.
So pay attention to others’ words. Being able to use a phrasing you liked in your own writing will suddenly make you feel a whole lot more talented than you felt ten seconds before. Ride the highs when you can.

3. If you’re inspired to write more, write more.

Don’t settle for the 1667 words, if you’ve got a snippet of scene teasing at you, write it, a writer’s brain is a fickle thing and we don’t want you to forget why it had to happen this way, or this amazing dialogue you made up. If you write 2K today, that’s 200words you won’t have to force out on a bad day. Do it for future you.

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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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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anonymous asked:

Do you still think Jonsa wil happen?😂😂😂U really think he would ever love, boring, plain, weak Sansa? Who all she ever did was whine, & cry, & fuck her family & herself over, over & over again? Did u see how passionate Jon & Dany were in bed? Jon's passionate, his partner has to be passionate, Sansa could never be as sensual & passionate as Dany, not after being raped, she'd be utterly rigid and boring in bed, she would not give Jon any pleasure. Jonsa has no future, Jonerys is endgame.

“Sansa could never be as sensual & passionate as Dany, not after being raped, she’d be utterly rigid and boring in bed, she would not give Jon any pleasure” 

I always try to be nice, but, fuck you, FUCK YOU lady/dude whatever the hell you are 🖕🖕🖕

I just can’t believe you actually wrote that, and sent it in. This is one of the most fuc*ed up sh*t I’ve ever read. Some of you J*nerys fans are disgusting wtf. I’m beyond speechless.

Being raped does wound you, hurt you, in so many ways, but women are strong, they heal with time. I do suppose it will always be difficult for Sansa to trust men, considering what Ramsay did to her, she’ll always be weary of them, and I suppose she’s never going to allow just any man in her bed, again, but if she fully and truly trusted the man, if he respected her, treated her with kindness, gentleness, if he gave her time, made her feel appreciated and loved, wich would further help her heal, and restore some of her faith in men, which Jon literally has done, she would eventually find it in herself to share her bed with that someone. 

She fully trusts Jon already, the physical contact that she initiated multiple times with him, is proof of that, she loves him, he makes her feel safe, and loved, and cared for, she can talk freely with him, because she knows he’d never punish her, nor hurt her in any way. They have a parter like relashionship already, and the amount of trust and love she already has for Jon, is a strong, cemented foundation, that will be key in season 8, when Jonsa will happen.

Plus, Sansa is already fierce and passionate as it is, she does things with passion and fierceness. You don’t know what kind of a lover she would be, what kind of a lover she WILL be, when she finds it in herself, when she allows herself, to fully and truly love someone, and let go of herself with him.

She never had a proper lover, someone to respect her, love her, and treat her with kindness and honor. The only man who shared her bad, was a psychopath that enjoyed beating her, raping her and playing sick, twisted games with her body, every night. You belittling her, belittling her sensuality, degrading her like this, because she was raped, trying to measure who would be more passionate/sensual between her and D@ny, is fucked up, I’d be seriously concerned if I were you, anon.

And btw, D@ny was raped too, remember? And she healed, as you say, she is sensual and passionate. Being raped does not equal, you will never make love with anyone, ever again, in your entire life, you will not get back control over your body ever again, you will never be able to allow/trust anyone to ever love you again, you will never again allow yourself to enjoy making love, that you’ll never feel pleasure ever again, that you’ll never allow to let anyone cherish you, cherish your body, love you as a whole ever again. There is nothing wrong though, in a woman deciding to never let a man touch her again, everyone’s different, some heal quickly, some slowly, and, unfortunately, some never heal.

If she were to allow anyone in her bed, if she were to wed again, Jon will be the one. I am among the people who believe that, she herself will propose the match. She’ll secure her place at Winterfell, she’d never have to leave Winterfell, her home, ever again, she’d have a man by her side, that she 1000% knows will NEVER harm her in any way, she’d have children, which both Sansa and Jon always dreamed of having. As Sophie said in an interview, Winterfell is Sansa’s haven, and if Jon is the key to her staying there, if he’s they Key to bringing stability to the North, she’ll marry him.

People heal, and Sansa, with Jon’s help has done a lot of healing, she is stronger, and more confident, and with him, we’ve seen her come into herself, we’ve seen her happy, genuinely happy, he gave her his love, he gave her strengtht and confidence, and she returned that love, and gave him purpose and acceptance in return. 


Now, onto your -so not- epic boatsex, it was so quick, rushed and had no buildup whatsoever, just passion, as you called it, but passion, lust, do not equal love, especially considering poor Jon hasn’t fuc*ed anyone, in years. He iofc he’s gonna bang her, while he’s at it. I expected for their boatbang scene to bother me, but I was surprised by the fact that it didn’t, at all. It was so, so rushed, Missandei and Greyworm has a better love scene than theirs, it was built up slowly and it lasted more than 20 seconds lol 

“Love didn’t just happen to us, we built it slowly over the years, stone by stone…It’s not as exciting as secret passion in the woods, but it is stronger, it lasts longer.” – Catelyn Stark 2x10 

“And Catelyn just gazes at him with love built on a rock-solid foundation. Years and years of brick by brick and stone by stone. She cares for Ned, loves him in a profound and nuanced way that’s a far cry from the romantic passion she had as a girl for Brandon.” Catelyn Stark AGOT 

These two quotes, fit perfectly Jon and Sansa. Which goes back to show you, passion/lust/desire does not equal love, true love.

I’m not sure what Jon is brewing, but it involves the Northerners turning against him, and making Sansa Queen In The North, why, I’m not sure, but he wouldn’t be so stupid as to declare he’s bent the knee for all to hear, he wouldn’t send a raven to Sansa telling her about it, he’d wait until the great war was won. He’s cooking something, there is a reason why he wants Sansa Queen. One thing is for sure, seducing D@ny is part of his plan, which is going very smoothly, she’s fallen for him, deeply. 

What I think he perhaps has in mind is, sacrificing his position as King, since he doesn’t care much about being King, he never wanted it, his plan is to seduce D@ny, make her fall madly in love with him, so that he has power and influence over her, so that when they get back to Winterfell together, he can use that power and influence to convince to not burn the Northerners alive, to not kill them, to not burn Sansa alive, cause listen, Sansa, she would never bend the knee to a southerner, not after all she’s been through, he will use her love for him, and ask her to allow the North to stay independent, to let Sansa be Queen in the North. 

Part of me even thinks that, in his mind he is also taking into consideration the possibily of having to sacrifice his happiness, by striking a deal for the North’s independence, “I’ll marry you, I’ll come south with you, if, you allow my people to have their own ruler, their own Queen”, of course, once word get’s out he’s a Targaryen, it will change everything, it will change his plans, it will change his relationship with D@ny. Those who think it won’t change a thing between them, are fools. We’re talking about D@ny here, a woman who didn’t give two craps about an army of deadmen coming to kill them all, being all too consumed and obsessed with power and the Iron Throne, that only changed her mind when the Night King killed one of her dragons. When she finds out, the IT is not RIGHTFULLY hers, she’s not the rightful heir, she’s gonna FLIP. Again, if you think she won’t, you’re a fool, and you don’t understand her character.

Going back to Sansa, she is not plain, boring nor weak. She is one of the strongest women in this show, her wits, her personality, her intelligence, her inner strength are the things that kept her alive, though all the horror and madness, that has been her life, since Ned was executed.

I think I would’ve gone mad in her place to be very honest with you, there’s only so much I could take, I always say I’d be dead in a minute, if I lived in Westeros. She’s been through so much, and yet, she didn’t let all these horrors, make her power hungry, or entitled, or evil/mad, nor did she let them harden her, all they’ve done was wake her to reality, show her what the world is really like, and make her stronger, sharper, but she’s remained gentle, caring and kind at heart. She’s grown into a strong, intelligent and beautiful woman, who is anything but boring, plain or weak.

If you can’t see, if you refuse to see how they’re building up Jon and Sansa for romance, for love, that’s your problem, and I don’t quite care, but to go and say, Sansa is not good enough for Jon, because she was raped, that’s literally what you said “she would not give Jon any pleasure”, you talk as if us women are some pleasure tools/machines ffs it’s disgusting, it makes me sick, to think someone would think in such a way. Women who are raped deserve, and are worthy of love, just like every other woman, even more so, being loved, cherished, respected, being understood, is part of the healing process. Ugh, I feel like I’m waisting my breath with you.

Be gone and never return in my askbox ever again, please and thank you.

Originally posted by wxste-of-time-x

🎶🎶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.
Hold On, I’m Coming (Part 2)

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Summary: you and Dean have your first date

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: language, mention of injuries, mention of stitches

A/N: You guys want more - you got it! Hope you like it, and there will be at least a few more parts that I’ve got planned. Beta and general life credit to my twin @deanssweetheart23 for reading everything and putting up with me

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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. 

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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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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

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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

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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.

Black Butterflies

It’s been ages since I wrote drama or angst so here it is. Tell me what do you think about it.! Enjoy. Part 2

Word count :: 2037 


Lie. Every single word he told you was a lie. From the moment you noticed the changed in his sudden behavior you knew that were something going on off the track. But you never thought that it would create such a big mess, leading you both to the current situation.

You knew that marriage wasn’t easy. You knew that in this aspect of life you both were gonna have fights. In order to have attraction post positive and negative traits are required. So did marriage. In order to work properly there has to be fights and loves to make up for it. A few months into it, you both promised that you and Harry are never gonna  fight, you both swore to always have faith in each other, but somethings never go according to the plan. They turn out who the they’re suppose to be.

Love was nowhere found now. There were only fights and fights. Shouting and screaming that’s all you did. Sometimes your throat used to get sore because of that. You didn’t enjoyed going back to your house just to see your husband sprawled on the couch doing nothing anymore. It all started to bother you.


You hated Mondays. You weren’t being able to get enough rest on weekends due to Rose and Noah. Noah just started his school and he needed a lot of attention due to his homework. Though Harry was there to help but you were’t the only one who was being shouted at but your kids were also. When the first time Noah and Rose told you how Harry always was on his phone and when they asked him to help them with their homework, he yelled at them saying ‘Go ask your super mum for help’. Poor Noah started crying and since that day they both refused to lean upon Harry for anything. They were completely dependent upon you now. They even refused to have anything purchased from his money.

You heels were digging underneath your feet and your back was paining from the long day at work spent in giving presentation. Being the CEO of the firm wasn’t easy but you were proud of your position, at least it helped you to earn enough for you and your kids to eat and live peacefully.

You opened the door of your house and the every fist thing you saw was how very untidy it was. Harry wasn’t from the messy ones but he changed. Groaning you bent down and picked up the dirty socks which greeted you.

“Noah ! Rose!!” You called for your kids but got nothing in reply. The house was empty and quite and had a pin drop silence. The only thing which could be heard was of the typing sound that probably was coming from the living room where Harry laid on the couch. His eyes dug in his phone glistening the green color. God he was beautiful. Only if he knew how much Harry was hurting you.

There was a time when Harry feared hurting you. He couldn’t bear the tears in your eyes but now it seemed like he quite enjoyed doing that.

You cleared your throat grabbing his attention. His eyes moved from his phone to your direction and went back to the gadget. This hurt you. Everything he did hut you.

“Where are the kids?” You asked folding your arms around your chest.

“I sent them t’ your parent’s house” he replied still busy in typing.

“Why?”

“They were bugging meh” And this was enough to set you off verge. Without thinking any further, you straight away snatched the phone from his hand and slammed it down on the table breaking the tempered glass covered screen of it.

Harry shot up immediately. His face red from anger and you prepared yourself from the outcome of it.

“What the fuck are yeh doin??!!” he shouted picking up his phone.

“What important work were you doing Harry that made you sent our kids away from us!?” You yelled walking to him.

“Well if you would’ve taught your kids some manners” Seriously. Your kids. This time it punched you in the kids. He was a complete different man. It was okay till it all was till you but now it was for his kids as well. The poor little thing, always kept asking what’s wrong with their day, why doesn’t he loves them anymore. Noah always prayed to god to forgive them that made his father hate him. They cried for him every day. And Harry standing in front of you now eve neglected to cal his own kids his.

You cried as you fell on your knees with a loud thud. Harry’s face turned to you as he saw your trembling figure on the ground. Your sobs were loud and painful enough for him to realize what he’s done.

You could feel your heart being squeezed to death. The pain in your chest grew heavy with you’ve been carrying from months now. The faith you had, believed that one day everything will be okay seemed to be gone replaced by the dark reality of this illuminated house that had nothing but two stranger with memories inside it.

“Y/n…” Harry whispered kneeling down beside you. His cold hands coming in contact with you as you were being pulled to his chest. Instantly wrapping your arms around him after what felt like decades, you sobbed. Everything at that time made you cry. It was his skin, his scent, his soul.

“Why?” You cried.

“Why do you keep doing this?” You tightened your grip as harry rested his chin on the top of your head. Warm droplets of tears landing on your head. He was crying. Why was he crying when he was the one hurting you. Furious to get the answer you pulled away.

“You have no right to cry!” You roared standing up. Tears yet continued to fall.

“You aren’t the one hurting here, you aren’t the one being bombarded by their kids’ questions why daddy isn’t loving them anymore. Y-you aren’t the one getting broken day by day” You whispered the last part. And it was true. Everyday a little piece of you was gone. The pain was eating you alive. You heart was already crushed and the remaining was yet to be. All the butterflies were dead. They were killed by the only person who created them.

“Why are you standing dumb? Tell me!” You shouted.

“i CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE” Harry yelled. You laughed sarcastically.

“I should be the one saying that. Why cant you do this anymore? Sick of me already. Bored ?” You asked huffing.

“Because i feel like I can’t love yeh anymore. It’s just too much for meh right now. What do ya think? This all isn’t hurting meh huh?”

“Then why’re you doing this? We can fix this mess Harry” You pleaded holding his hands.

“Yeh deserve better m’love” He said looking away holding his tears. His chin started to wobble and tears fell down his cheek. You stood on your toes to hug him. Harry squeezed your body to his hiding his face in the crook of your neck. His warm cheeks wetting your skin.

“I want you baby. No body else.” You cried

“i want yeh happy”

“I am happy with you! Look I am smiling” you cried trying to put a fake smile on your lips but failed miserably as the cries and whimpers took over. Shaking his head, Harry turned his back to you.

“I want a divorce.”

Divorce.

You felt air being sucked out of your lungs. After all this time, you thought he’d understand how you all are a family and how much you love him but he doesn’t seems to like that plan. But he liked to end and conclude the fight with an agreement of divorce.

Later that night you found yourself awake, eyes heavy and swollen with tears starring emotionless at the ceiling that had night glow moon and stars stickers on it. The bedroom still smelled the same as it used you during your childhood says. Walls had lots of memories printed on it that only you could see.

You blinked away the tears missing how happy you were being a kid. No drama, no pain. Just love and affection of your parents. You missed how they nurtured you and bought up so well. A whimpered left your mouth when you realized how unlucky Noah and Rose were. They wouldn’t get any of that. They won’t be able to have the fatherly love that you had when their own father refused to call them his. You muffled your cries putting a hand over your mouth as the memories started to hit.

“What do you think it is gonna be H?” You asked holding your bump admiring yourself in the mirror. You were going to find out the gender of the baby. The whole day Harry’s been excited and now he was getting ready to the doctor.

Smilingly, he walked to you and wrapped his arms around your waist putting his hands on top of your, his head resting on your shoulder as he placed a warm kiss on your cheeks.

“I think it’s a baby girl. Pretty and beautiful like her mummy” He said softly nuzzling his face in your neck. And for the fifth time that day you felt his warm tears on your skin.

“God gonna love the baby and yeh forever. I ain’t ever gonna leave yeh poppet.”

The pain was unbearable.

You eyes were tired of crying but the memories kept haunting you.

“God I’m scared” You said as you laid on the bed with your head on Harry’s chest.

“wha’s wrong peaches?” Harry asked, his chest vibrating under your ear with every word he spoke

“I’m scared of getting married” You said

“why?”

“because people always end up getting drifted away or falling out of love and ending up with a divorce. I cant bear the pain of getting a divorce.”

“Who said yeh’re gonna get a divorce huh? I’m never gonna leave yeh. Hear tha’? He said and you perched up a little so that you can have a sight of his lovely face.

“You think we’ll get married?”

“I know we will and i know we’ll make it to the end as well” He said and connected his mouth to yours.

Liar. He was a liar, his love was a lie.

All that time he promised to love you and cherish you forever was fake. He made promises just to break them. He promised to take care of his kids but what he actually did? Turned his back to them.

You couldn’t help but blame yourself for causing it. Maybe it was you because of him he got away. Maybe it was you who wasn’t there for him? But how could it be you when all you did was love him with all you have.

You closed your eyes tight to get rid of the haunting memories when you heard the door open and close and soon there was a little human cuddling to your side. You rolled on your back and found rose who immediately wrapped her arms around you and hide her face in your chest. Her wet tears strained pressed up against tightly your skin as she continued to sob.

“I-I don’t wanna a new mommy” she cried.

“new mommy” You asked slightly confused to as what the little girl was saying.

“Y-yesterday when I was playing in my room and went to kitchen for juice I-I saw a big gwirl like you kissing daddy” She cried at the end because she always knew that the only person Harry kissed that way was you and seeing him kissing some other woman who wasn’t you hurt her. You couldn’t feel anything that moment as numbness too over your half alive soul.

“Her name was Kristine.”

So it was Kristine who made it difficult. But if Harry was happy then why can’t you?

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 
Kaneki, the Oggai, and...Postmodern Neo-Classical Tragedy?

So people have been laying in to Kaneki for killing the Oggai, and I think Ishida too wants us to view this as a serious moral line he’s crossing here. But while obviously killing children is a bad thing, I want to ask why everyone’s blaming Kaneki so unforgivingly when Touka, Yomo, Naki and Miza were killing Oggai left right and centre in the preceding chapters and the morality of that wasn’t questioned in the slightest - it was even considered badass. I’ve heard it said that Touka and Hinami won’t forgive Kaneki for killing the Oggai because they’re children, but Touka’s already killed a bunch of them and Hinami made no objection to that.

I’ve always thought Kaneki gets judged way more harshly than other characters in the fandom for his actions. Kaneki killing humans is given a lot more outcry than any of the Ghoul characters, who have been doing it since before the series even started, and while certainly not sinless, Kaneki is actually a lot higher up on the moral chain than most of the characters in the series. He’s breaking boundaries now that the other characters broke ages ago, but because it’s occurring to him now rather than in the past, it’s negative development rather than positive; so he gets judged more harshly now than, say, Tsukiyama was at the start, despite the fact that Kaneki’s moral fibre is still way stronger now than Shuu’s was back then. But the main reason for Kaneki’s severe treatment, I think, owes to the story’s genre - because it’s a tragedy, we’re constantly looking with extreme scrutiny for Kaneki’s fatal flaw and the justification for his impending downfall.

But the slaughter of the Oggai was an entirely different beast to something like, say, Anakin killing the younglings in Star Wars. The younglings were innocent and posed no threat to Anakin. The Oggai were going to capture Kaneki and most likely keep him locked up in a tube in the same manner as Rize for the rest of his life - not to mention killing all his friends and loved ones. I really can’t blame Kaneki, or any of Goat, for acting in self-defence. 

@hamliet very eloquently makes the argument here that Kaneki’s unforgivable action was allowing himself to end up in this situation in the first place, but I would counter that by raising the point that even if he didn’t kill the Oggai in this exact scenario, he and his army would inevitably have to kill them at some point, simply because they’re the opposing army. Far more so than Kaneki, the people really to blame for the tragedy of the Oggai are Furuta and Kanou for weaponising children in the first place. Goat really didn’t have a choice here - Furuta forced their hands, as an Author of Tragedy well might.

Additionally, we’re never given any reason to sympathise with the Oggai beyond the simple fact of their age. They never show much human emotion beyond crazed bloodlust, which makes it pretty hard to see them as people at all and not caricatures, or to honestly shed any tears for them - very much unlike Shio and Rikai, killed at their hands. With Yamori, we were told about the torture he went through and we pitied him even while despising him. Maybe if we saw a child go through the process of Oggaification, or if we saw them playing around like normal children in their spare time, I might be more shocked at Kaneki’s behaviour here; but as it is, if we were meant to feel sorry for them, it’s not very effective.

I feel much more pain for this perfectly innocent, nameless man who got his head sliced open by Kaneki. But even Kaneki’s dragon rampage is not his fault; he’s non compos mentis, driven mad by his kakuja, pushed to that state by the desire to survive - a desire that is completely natural and justified, and if it weren’t, then Ghouls would have no right to exist at all. How could Kaneki possibly have predicted that this is what would happen if he came back to the base? Worry for his wife, child and friends is hardly a fatal flaw that justifies his transformation into a city-terrorising monster - and indeed, it was his actions that saved their lives…at least for now.

I can’t in good faith blame Kaneki for this outcome. So rather than trying to find tragedy in the flaws of the protagonist in the modern understanding of the genre, here it might be better to look to the classical definition of tragedy. In Aristotle’s Poetics, he argues that tragedy should serve the function of evoking pity and fear in the audience.

“The one [pity] is to do with the man brought to disaster undeservedly; the other [fear] is to do with [what happens to] men like us.”

The word hamartia didn’t refer to a fatal flaw as it is currently understood nowadays, but rather just a mistake. Here his mistake was going back to the base, a decision which, while rooted in his character, did not spring out of a flaw. The mistake is supposed to be blameless; it’s important that he is brought to disaster underservedly, just like with Rize.

Aristotle uses Oedipus Rex as his prime example for tragic format, whose hamartia was killing his father - he didn’t know it was his father, and in Ancient Greece it was considered fair enough to kill a stranger for splashing you with dirty water. Modern readings try to point to Oedipus’ rage or pride as the reasons for his downfall, but the way Aristotle read it was that Oedipus didn’t deserve his downfall at all. The purpose of tragedy was to remind us of our mortal weakness in the face of the power of the gods. The futile struggle of an individual against the author of his existence. 

Kaneki suffers like Job, clay in the hands of his maker, nothing more than a penstroke of the tragedian. 

He inspires our pity in waves, stumbling upon this tragedy by sheer misfortune. He tries to rationalise it by attributing the blame to himself with arguments that he hasn’t been strong enough, but that’s just a man trying to understand a classically tragic world through the lens of modern tragedy, and his efforts to become stronger only lead to greater tragedy.

He inspires our terror by just provoking the thought that all Kaneki has gone through could have happened to any one of us in that world. Indeed, Kaneki’s initial character design is meant to look as much like a typical Japanese teenage boy as you can get, and most readers of the series can relate to Kaneki’s shyness and bookishness. Like your typical everyman, Kaneki doesn’t care for much more than his loved ones. He hasn’t received this lot because of ambition, or jealousy, or wrath - just because of the divine will of the world he lives in. 

Now, TG doesn’t fit with many of Aristotle’s other rules for tragic format - it has unity of neither time, place, nor action (and a good thing too, if every tragedy followed Aristotle’s format they would get very boring very quickly) - but I think this outlook is definitely worth considering, given the number of times the words “This world is wrong” are repeated throughout the series. If this holds true, then that would make Tokyo Ghoul not just a tragedy, but a Postmodern, Neo-Classical Tragedy. Which is a cool enough concept in itself, but if there’s still room for hope - if Kaneki can yet triumph over his genre, and man can at long last defeat the gods - then TG would truly be a landmark in the evolution of Tragedy. Recent events have shaken my optimistic outlook a little, but whichever direction it goes from here, it’s still a literary tour-de-force of phenomenal proportions.

       sooo ok. i debated saying anything - after all i’m supposed to be on break. but this is going to bother me FOREVER if i don’t, so here we go:

WHAT THE BLOGGER POSTS ON THEIR BLOG IS
 NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.

if you don’t like some of their content, there’s a real easy solution, bucko. here it is: UNFOLLOW. BLOCK ? LEAVE. you DO NOT have to see their content if you DON’T WANT TO.
      but you know what you shouldn’t do ? TELL. THEM. HOW. TO. RUN. THEIR. OWN. BLOG.
WHAT THEY POST IS THEIR BUSINESS. if they post a lot of smut & you don’t like that ? smash unfollow pal. if they vent too much & you feel “uncomfortable”? unfollow button’s right there buddy. just stuff you plain don’t like to see or are bored of? i’m about to BLOW you mind right now - UN. FOLLOW. THEM.
      YOU DO NOT. GO TO SOMEONE’S BLOG. & TELL THEM. HOW TO RUN IT.
this is exactly why i turned off anon. because people just don’t understand that PEOPLE AREN’T HERE TO CATER TO THEIR NEEDS. we don’t have to do jack shit for any of you. at all. 
      blogs are made by the creator to cater to THEMSELVES. no. one. else. everyone needs to take a seat. drink some water. watch a movie. go OUTSIDE. & take a chill pill. this stuff is out of damn control & i’m so tired of it.

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!

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.

the-allura-shirogane  asked:

i feel you so tough when it comes to season S3. I'm trying to limit the time I think about it, which actually is sort of a catch-22 because now it seems to approaching faster than ever /: I always knew the fandom ignored Allura, but im only now starting to see how little they appreciate Shiro. I feel like he's not going to be in this season much at all and most people are ok with that. Guess this fandom only cares about using him as shipping fodder

man i know this is salty but… listen. it is SO HARD being a Shiro stan in this fandom. SO HARD. and the run up to S3 has been especially difficult. because not only have we had to deal with the marketing team yanking our chain yet again with the old “oh HO HO will Shiro DiE?!? wHO kNoWs hahahaha!!” bullshit, we’ve also had to sit through the fandom merrily discussing who gets to replace him.

and i get that from a narrative point of view, Shiro’s absence (either temporary or permanent) is a great opportunity for other characters to grow and develop and maybe take on different roles… but at the same time it feels so tasteless to me because my sole focus going into S3 has been: “is Shiro okay? is he coming back? what’s he up to? how/when will he come back to the team? what will be his role when he does?” whereas the focus of a lot of other people seems to be “HERE’S WHY MY PERSONAL FAVE DESERVES THE BLACK LION!!! Shiro whomstve?? I don’t know her ANYWAY ______ FOR BLACK PALADIN UNFOLLOW IF YOU DISAGREE”

and i’m just like… could you… at least pretend to be upset that Shiro is gone?

you’ve caught me in a mood upswing today and i’m feeling a bit more positive about Shiro’s role in the show and the prospect of him swiftly returning - and part of why i think the show won’t do him dirty is because Shiro is actually a GREAT character. he’s GREAT. i don’t get why people don’t appreciate him more??? he’s amazing???? listen:

  • an Asian man (Japanese) who is portrayed as tall and buff and attractive
  • a traumatised character whose trauma is addressed in the show and portrayed in a sensitive light
  • has a canon mental illness, including having flashbacks and panic attacks on screen
  • an amputee
  • STILL gets to go on adventures and fly a magical robot Lion
  • is portrayed not only as an important member of the team, but the LEADER of the team
  • multiple characters in-canon reinforce that he’s their leader and they don’t want to replace him:
    • Keith: “You mean you’ve got your bayard.”
    • Allura: “You are the Black Paladin now, not Zarkon.”
    • Lance: “Shiro’s our awesome leader.”
  • a disabled character who is physical and competent and excels at fighting
  • a traumatised, mentally ill character who:
    • leads a team
    • has fun and enjoys himself
    • supports his friends and is the glue that holds the team together
    • is appreciated, loved, and admired by his team mates
    • is never treated like a liability or a burden on others

Shiro as a character is HUGELY important and he’s great rep for a lot of people - one of the reasons why i attach to him so much is because as a traumatised, mentally ill fan who has panic attacks and anxiety, i rarely get to see good characters like me on screen. but he’s also just flat out an interesting character. he’s a fundamentally good and kind person who is nevertheless capable of great depths of anger and acts of violence. he’s a great leader but he’s also often confused and dorky. he switches between inspiring speeches and making laser gun noises and when he didn’t know how to form Voltron he legit actually in all seriousness built a cheerleader pyramid out of the Lions and he would do anything for his friends and he’s just… so great.

and he’s got that missing year!! we still don’t know what happened to him?!? like what did Haggar do to him?!? we don’t know!! there’s so much left to discover!! does he have family back on Earth? what was he like before his imprisonment? did he fight any other gladiators in the arena?

and his bond with the Black Lion!! it’s amazing!!! he bonded with her so quickly! and fought Zarkon on the astral plane for her!! they’re so close?!? and he could do the nosedive bonding exercise on his first try?!? he’s so great at being a Paladin?!?!?!??

i think it would be quite frankly bizarre for the writers to give Shiro so much complexity and work to actually establish him as an interesting, fleshed-out, multidimensional character… and then sideline him without really digging into his character and exploring his history and seeing what he and the Black Lion can do together. it doesn’t really make sense to spend two seasons building him up as such a complex interesting character… only to bench him and let him sit back in the Castle doing nothing.

tl;dr: i agree with you that a lot of fandom seems to glance right over Shiro as a character and ignore how interesting he is. i think it’s partly because he’s older, so some fans just categorise him as “boring adult authority figure” and leave it at that. and i think that to some fans, he mainly exists as one half of a ship - that’s certainly something i’ve noticed browsing the tags. and honestly part of the reason why i started running the bloofyboy blog is because i wanted to show fandom another side of Shiro: the dorky goofy fun side; the always-confused-and-struggling side; the “i need an adultier adult” side. because Shiro is great and he’s so important and he’s deep and complex and we haven’t even begun to explore everything he can offer to this story and i would really like to see more of him, please and thank you Dreamworks.