i'm really bored should i make for the other three as well

Jughead & Reader: No Turning Back

Summary: You’re an aspiring chef/baker so you make a lot of food for your friends. One day Jughead tries something you made and completely falls for you.

Requested by: anonymous


Listen to: Stay Young, Go Dancing - Death Cab For Cutie


“Ta-da,” Jughead said with a slight hint of sarcasm and over-confidence as he set the pan on the counter that contained something that used to resemble pizza. 

Archie raised his eyebrows. “What is this?” He asked his friend as he took off the oven mittens and tossed them on the island. 

Jughead looked a little surprised by Archie’s tone. “I mean, it’s not Pizza Hut or anything but it looks fine.” He shrugged as he sat down next to you. 

You couldn’t stifle a laugh. “Jughead, that’s not the color pizza should be,” you pointed out. 

He served himself a piece and took a bite after blowing on it to cool it down. “It’s… fine,” he said, obviously disappointed that he couldn’t even manage to cook pizza the right way. 

“Alright, everyone out,” you said as you stood up. You grabbed the pizza pan and set it on another counter to give yourself some space. 

“What are you doing?” Veronica asked as she pushed herself away from the wall. “Are you going to order real food?” She gave Jughead a pointed look and he huffed. 

You laughed. “I’m going to cook real food,” you said. “And I need space to do that.”

Jughead sat up straight. “You cook?” He asked. 

Archie gave him a look and shook his head. “Seriously, man, where have you been?”

Betty giggled. “Come on. Let’s give her some space to work her magic.” She grabbed Jughead’s arm and pulled him out of the kitchen as Veronica and Archie followed. 

You set to work.

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anonymous asked:

could I have some hcs for ma boys Jesse, Jack, Gabe and Hanzo taking care of an injured or sick reader? like reader really wants to go out again but they haven't fully recovered yet? (I know this is basic af but I'm a sucker for these)

No worries, dear Anon, we are suckers for this kind of requests too, we won’t judge! xD 


JESSE MCCREE

  • You got sick with a bad case of a cold that refused to go away and had been bothering you for almost two weeks now. Knowing how highly contagious a cold tends to be, you told Jesse to stay as far away from you as physically possible; he had various tasks to take care of and couldn’t allow himself to get sick because of an impending mission. Did that stop him? No. Could he care any less? No.
  • He desperately wanted to take care of you and refused to leave your side for more than a few minutes at a time even though you kept reassuring him that it was a simple cold that should be gone within the next few days. He wouldn’t have any of it; to him, this illness could have put your life at stake. He made sure that you got the best treatment possible, he also took off his serape and wrapped it around you to make sure you wouldn’t get too cold (though you had already been wrapped in roughly three blankets).
  • This man needs a lot of affection and you soon realized that a cold didn’t stop him from claiming it. You tried to tell him to stay away from you but he kept going in for kisses and cuddles, not caring that he risked his own health in the process. 
  • He even risked getting into a huge argument with Gabe by not showing up to training a few times and instead preparing some soup for you. It just proved how dedicated he is.
    (Gabe would have given him some time off, he’s not that heartless, but since Jesse never actually asked, the cowboy had to prepare for a lot of extra work.) 
  • Since lying in bed all day got boring quickly, you decided to leave your room and at least get some kind of snack even though you still felt like you were about to faint at any moment. You prayed that you wouldn’t run into your boyfriend but, of course, destiny always brought you two together. He seemed a little shocked to see you out of bed, walking around tiredly and grabbing the kitchen counter for support.
    “This ain’t yer bed, sugar. I could have brought ya that cereal bar, ya know?”
    He quickly led you back to your room and made sure you didn’t leave that mattress for the next few hours, at least not without his aid.
  • Remember how you told him not to get too close to you? Guess who got sick the day you fully recovered. You’ll be passing that cold back and forth for ages if you don’t keep him away! 

JACK MORRISON

  • He truly wanted to help you when you got sick with the stomach flu, honestly, but this man was just so extremely busy due to his position. The least he tried to do was send others, preferably Ana, to frequently check up on you. He also called a lot to make sure you were resting properly and send some words of comfort. 
  • When he noticed your condition slightly worsening, he immediately canceled as many meetings as he possibly could to be with you more, he started to worry too much and wouldn’t have been able to concentrate properly anyway. Jack took some of his paperwork with him to finish it in your room to keep you company and let Gabe and Ana handle training the new recruits. Of course, he wasn’t able to spend all his time by your side but he tried his hardest to pass as much of his work as possible to others. 
  • Though he craved affection and attention as much as Jesse did, he knew how important it was that he didn’t get sick; the strike commander being away for even a few days might have resulted in a disaster. He did give you a comforting pat on the back once in a while, but sadly, he wouldn’t get any closer than that. Hugs and kisses would have been pretty problematic with the stomach flu anyway. 
  • His mom taught him how to help with stomach problems by using some home remedies. He got you some snacks that didn’t cause your stomach too much discomfort and made sure you always drank enough.
  • He always held your hair back for you if it got in your way whenever your stomach rioted and you came face to face with the toilet bowl.
  • Of course, the stomach flu had hit you right before a mission that you had been looking forward to for ages. You might have been able to recover until it started but you still missed out on a significant amount of training. So you tried making your way over to the training facility without running into him but in the end, you did bump right into Jack when rounding a corner in one of the many hallways. He looked at you in confusion for a few seconds, processing the situation until he scowled at you, grabbed you by the wrist and gently guided you back to your room.
    He had already assigned someone else to that mission but promised to soon give you a similar one.
    Jack also took that day off to watch you and make sure you didn’t get any other stupid ideas.

GABRIEL REYES

  • You were a little clumsy; everyone knew that very well, so it didn’t come as a surprise when you broke your ankle during a mission after tripping over a branch in the forest. Other than that, you were perfectly fine, no bruises or anything. Gabe didn’t seem too worried; your injury wasn’t life-threatening, he just kept telling you that you should have been more careful of your surroundings. 
  • He also turned out to be a teasing asshole about it.
    You want a hug? Stand up and get it.
    You need some water? What a shame the kitchen is so far away.
    However, as soon as you did stand up to get what you wanted, he freaked out, reminding you that he was only joking and that you had to sit back down and rest immediately.
  • He was actually worrying a lot more than he would have liked to admit, he kept reminding himself that you would be recovering quickly. Still, when he was at work or training with the Blackwatch members, he was always on edge, couldn’t wait to finally check up on you and make sure everything was alright.
    Gabe ordered McCree and Genji around to bring you water, a meal, another pillow, or anything else you requested when he was too busy. 
  • After finishing work, he immediately went over to your room, checking if you needed anything. As he saw you walking around, limping to the door to get some fresh air and finally move your limbs a little, he swiftly picked you up and put you into your bed again. He kept asking way too many questions. Have you eaten anything yet? Did you drink enough water? Was your foot still hurting a lot? Did you need painkillers?
    You had to reassure him that you were fine; it was just a broken ankle and not the end of the world. He must have completely forgotten about your injury not being life-threatening. 
  • Of course, Angela had given you crutches so it wasn’t like you couldn’t walk or at least hop around the headquarters on your own, yet Gabe didn’t let you go anywhere without supervision.
    You could have tripped and gotten hurt even worse, there was no way he was risking that.
    You thought reminding him that you were a grown adult able to take care of yourself helped? Nope, nice try though.
  • After practicing your puppy eyes for a while, you actually got him to carry you around, preferably by giving you a piggyback ride. Gabe might have sent death glares to the people throwing comments about him going soft but he actually enjoyed it. A lot. 

HANZO SHIMADA

  • You almost got shot during a mission, the bullet only grazed your side in the end but it still left a nasty wound. When Hanzo found out about your injury, he completely freaked out on the inside but was able to conceal his panic pretty well. 
  • He was extremely careful, rejecting any kind of physical contact, afraid of hurting you even though you kept insisting that it barely hurt anymore and it shouldn’t have been a problem at all. Still, he refused to get too close to you, worried that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself after initiating anything. He was scared that any movement might have resulted in your wound starting to bleed again. 
  • Hanzo followed you around almost everywhere, almost every time, watching you closely. He kept an eye on you to make sure you didn’t strain yourself and didn’t do anything reckless that might have caused your wound to open. 
  • He was also extremely observant. If you were still hurting but trying to play it cool, he knew. You tried to hide your pain but he always found out, immediately coming to your side as soon as you winced only slightly, barely visible to anyone else. 
  • He kept asking if he could help you with any tasks or bring you food or drinks while also asking you to please just lie down and rest. He aided you with every single thing, even the easiest tasks that you could have finished by yourself without any problems.
    Hanzo wanted to make sure that there was no way you could hurt your side, he couldn’t stand seeing you in pain. You didn’t mind doing any of your chores, you needed some movement but you decided not to complain. 
  • You decided to go to the training room one night, secretly, having had enough of this confinement to your bed. Hanzo almost got a heart attack when he found your side of the bed empty at midnight but had a feeling you went out to train. He probably would have done the same.
    After he found you carefully practicing some basic moves he started to scold you but soon composed himself. He then proceeded to gently wrap his arms around you, careful not to get too close to your injury, and begged you not to make him worry like that again. After seeing that you were able to do some simple training without being in pain, he allowed you to do more things on your own again, still keeping a close eye on you, of course. 
A Father-Daughter Dance // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: family fluff, parent!phan

Words: 3.8k

Relationship status: married

Warnings: implied homophobia 

Summary: Izzy’s class is holding a Father-Daughter Dance. However, there’s a bit of an issue – Izzy has two dads.

A/N: Yes, I know it’s Mother’s Day here in America, but I really wanted to post a story today, so…yeah lol it’s what I had next to be posted, so…we’re just going to roll with it. 

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Whispers of Love ♥ Message Cards ~Winter Ver.~

(from the January 2017 Otomedia. thank you to @belligerence for sharing scans and permitting me to translate!)

We’ve gotten some heartwarming, touching winter comments from these seven SHSL Mirai-hen men ♥ Who will you try to make some memories with this winter?

Monomi
Love, love, everyone!

Makoto Naegi
Q: If your crush looked cold, how would you warm them up?
A: I guess I’d give them something warm to drink… I’d like to try being cool by offering them my scarf, but I’d be a little embarrassed to. I think that kind of thing would suit someone stylish like Togami-kun, but I’d rather not look weird standing on my toes… so.

Byakuya Togami
Q: What would you do if it suddenly started snowing during a date?
A: You mean, other than take out an umbrella? Were you trying to suggest I should frolic in the romantic snowfall? It’s always such a grueling ordeal to attempt to understand the thoughts of you commoners.

Yasuhiro Hagakure
Q: What kind of winter fun would you like to go out and have?
A: Worshipping at a shrine first thing in the New Year! The key is to put on a big hood and go to the biggest shrine you can find. Try to look like you’re deeeeply religious and have a very important prayer to make, and worship there for a long time, so that you build up a lot of coins that were thrown from behind you. It’s fine to go alone, but if you can get someone to go with you, that’s just more profit you’ll be making!

Juuzou Sakakura
Q: Tell us about a winter memory.
A: When we were in school, Munakata got a crapton of chocolate for Valentine’s Day. It looked like a scene ripped straight out of a manga. He tried to hand some off to me and Yukizome because he said he couldn’t eat that much, but I was on my diet at the time, and Yukizome said “You can’t just delegate people’s feelings for you like that” or whatever and refused to take any, so for once he was losing his cool… I wouldn’t say this to his face, but it was pretty funny seeing him so flustered.

Kouichi Kizakura
Q: If your crush looked cold, how would you warm them up?
A: Personally, I’d like to give ‘em a hug, but, well, you gotta respect their personal space and all that. Holding their hand to warm it up, though… That’s a romantic situation I’d like to bring about. Lemme have that much, will you? I’m an adult.

Kyousuke Munakata
Q: Who do you know that would be the best escort on a winter date?
A: Sakakura, most likely. He’s accompanied me out often enough with Yukizome as a group of three. Since he likes sweets, he’ll take us out to the popular cafes and such, and since he’s resilient against the cold, he’s taken us out to look at all the lights on display as well. He might have complained about it, but that doesn’t stop him from being casually considerate, so wouldn’t the same apply to a woman he was dating? He wouldn’t be a boring date.

Ryouta Mitarai
Q: Would you rather go out or stay in for a date on a cold winter’s day?
A: On those kinds of days, I’d really rather stay home and enjoy some anime. We could even marathon some anime that aired during the winter. That’d be fun. And after that, I think it would be romantic if we each tried to compile some anime with good art of the snow.

Dirty Laundry

Request I picked up from @wwe-smutfics: Anon: QUOTE SERIES: Johnny Gargano. The two of you are relatively new roommates with the quote “I DIDN’T MEAN TO WALK IN ON YOU NAKED AGAIN! YOU REALLY NEED TO LEARN TO LOCK YOUR DOOR!“

Summary: Life wasn’t perfect. Most people weren’t perfect. My ability to spot trustworthy people wasn’t perfect. But Johnny Gargano? Oh yeah, he was perfect in every sense. Except his issue with locking doors and leaving his dirty clothes in the hallway. Ambiguous gender reader character.

Warnings: Admiring of a butt [Johnny’s], swearing, theft, skeevy ex, seeing the roommate without clothes on, and Raini’s usual potty mouth.

Rating: High PG-13?

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Still Took Your Breath Away

Requested: “idk if youve done something like this but can you do a first date with Shawn? like going to his place and making dinner then like walking out on the streets or something? :)”

You watched a small waisted girl with a high ponytail, walk into a small dance studio that was hidden behind other small shops on this obscure little road Shawn drove down. You were awfully awkward and you window shopped, people watched, and counted road signs, hoping it would inspire you to say something cute, something to start a conversation with the boy driving. First dates were exciting in your opinion, but obviously also totally nerve wracking. Not only had you spent hours trying to decide what to wear, but you remembered acting out conversations with your mom, your best friend, your roommate, everyone you could think of basically. They were all pitching in to help you have a good first date.

“And so that way if asks you about the stuff you like, he’ll kinda already have an idea, making it easier for you to explain! I know, I’m a genius!” You distinctly remember your best friend saying this to you the night before your date, when you couldn’t decide what outfit you were going to wear. She suggested you wear your favorite band t-shirt so that way, he knew what kind of music you liked. You considered it for a small second but you just ended up shaking your head and showing her another cute blouse you liked. She had shrugged her shoulders saying, “I guess that’s cute too.”

Fast forward past the multiples times you had to do and redo your eyeliner, and here you were sitting in the passenger seat of his Jeep, feeling like a princess simply because of the fact that he was driving you anywhere. There was a quiet singing voice echoing throughout the car, and you listened carefully trying to figure out exactly which Chance The Rapper song he was playing.

“Can I turn up the music?” You asked politely hoping he wouldn’t take it the wrong way, you didn’t want him thinking you weren’t interested in taking.

“Yeah of course, you like this song?” He turned his head away from the road for a split second to look at you, and his eyes met yours, capturing your attention the way fireworks would.

“Yeah. It’s catchy.” You say, looking away shyly, hiding your blushing cheeks.

The rest of the ride was filled with laughter and singing, and you went from feeling nervous, to excited. You tried to hold yourself together whenever he complimented you about something, and you’ll never forget the way he said the words “You’re beautiful!” Or, “I think you’re hilarious, seriously! Like one of the funniest girls I’ve met!”

You felt like you could be yourself, and the way he spoke made you feel as though you weren’t being judged. He talked and talked, and laughed, only to finish by saying, “Okay, your turn!” And then you’d go off, talking about whatever the topic was at the moment, and your mouth went dry, and your jaw hurt from smiling. This was the only kind of pain that you believed was good. Almost as good as that feeling of your heart jumping up and down, whenever you heard him say your name.

You finally reached your destination, his apartment, and he asked you to stay seated in the car. You were a bit confused, but you listened to him as you watched him get out. 30 seconds later, he was opening your car door for you. He literally asked you to stay in the car just so he could open your door. Who does that?

“I’ve always wanted to do that, but any other girl I’ve had in my car, whether we’re on a date or not, they all get out way before I can even reach their door!” His cheeks were as red as yours, and you weren’t sure what to say.

“Well.. Thank you.” Was all you could think to get out, before he was leading you into the apartment building. You sort of adored the location his apartment complex was in, because it was a little hidden, giving you less a chance to be mobbed by fans, or seen by paparazzi. Shawn’s fame scared you a bit, but of course that didn’t stop you from liking him. He was more than the lights, and the screaming girls. He was a gentleman who opened your car door.

“I’m pretty sure that somewhere in our text conversations, you said you liked pizza, so I hope you don’t mind making some pizza for dinner.” Shawn threw his keys across the room on the couch and then headed towards the kitchen area, opening the refrigerator.

“I love pizza! Especially when I can make it myself.” You said with excitement in your voice, you stood on your tip toes not knowing what to do with yourself. Should you start opening cabinets and starting looking for the ingredients and help get everything ready? Or was that an invasion of privacy somehow? You figured you would just be honest and so you asked him, “Where are the ingredients and everything else we need?” And then he was showing you around the small cooking area, and where everything was. Soon enough your fingers were covered in herbs, and dough, and there were ten different types of cheeses laid out across the table.

“Are you a mozzarella, or cheddar type of person?” Shawn asked reaching for one of the cheeses.

“That’s a good question. I like both, but I really love mozzarella.”

“You love it, eh?” Shawn raised his eyebrows, stuck his hand in the shredded mozzarella cheese bag and took some out, flicking it at you.

“Hey!” You waved your hand around, trying to dodge the cheese but you ended up laughing instead, and then picking up the pieces and eating them.

“And what about you? What kind of cheese do you like?” You asked with a grin across your face.

“I’m pretty fond of mozzarella myself.” He was smiling at you, right at you, his eyes mesmerizing you once again and you felt silly for getting so animated about cheese, and making pizza.

“Then you won’t mind if I do this?!” You said before flicking some cheese at his face the way he did to you. He just laughed and shook his head, picking pieces out of his hair. The rest of the evening went pretty smoothly. Shawn teased you for having a smaller pizza than him, but you teased him about his burnt edges. You had a slice of his and he had a slice of yours, and you felt like the luckiest girl in the world to be sharing pizza with Shawn Mendes. It was dumb, but it meant something to you. Later on, you watched a movie that you don’t even remember the name of, because you were too busy laughing at your phone with Shawn. The whole movie basically ended up being you and Shawn showing each other memes the whole time. After the movie ended you helped Shawn clean the kitchen a bit and he walked you outside to the car to bring you home.

“I want to show you something!” Shawn said as he walked in the opposite direction of where his car was. You just smiled and followed him.

“Check this out!” After three minutes of walking you reached the end of the sidewalk, at the back of the apartment complex, there was a cute little river with a small waterfall. It wasn’t anything too beautiful but for some reason it still took your breath away. It was probably Shawn, or so you thought. He made it so that everything took your breath away, even pizza and dumb memes.

“This is really nice.” You said quietly staring out at the water. The moonlight reflected off it giving it a radiant glow. You felt like you were in some romantic movie where everything goes perfectly on the first date. The thing is, everything did go perfectly, making it seem so unrealistic. You and Shawn ended up talking by the waterfall for another ten minutes, about life, school, music, family and everything in between. There a came a point where there was a lull in the conversation, and Shawn looked at you with his puppy eyes, and he licked his lips, moving his feet towards yours. You felt pretty confident that he wanted to kiss you, and as much as you wanted to kiss him too, you just weren’t ready yet. You knew the setting was perfect, and the whole date itself went well, but you barely knew Shawn. You learned so much about him tonight, yet you still barely knew him. So you backed away, and changed the subject of the conversation, walking towards the car away from the romantic scene at the waterfall. Shawn said nothing about kissing at all, and he followed you, walking right by your side.

“We should do this again some time.. If you want, of course.” Shawn said looking at the ground a small smile forming on his face.

“Yeah, I’d love to.” You replied back, moving a little closer to him. You really did like him, you just wanted to make sure it was real. You hated that kissing was always so easily done nowadays, with no meaning whatsoever. You wanted it to be more special than that. And so instead you tried something a little more innocent, and you reached for his hand intertwining his fingers with yours. Palm to palm, his hand felt warm and soft, and it fit yours perfectly. He must’ve felt the same because soon enough, his cheeks were a pretty pink and he was then squeezing your hand, smiling at the ground.

anonymous asked:

*Curtsies* What do you like about vinyls as opposed to CDs or mp3s, in terms of how it sounds, etc.? I've never heard music from a record player before so I'm curious about the difference.

*Curtsies* Well, it depends not only on the medium but on the quality. For instance, a cheap cutesy record player with built-in speakers you can buy from Urban Outfitters for fifty bucks isn’t going to sound noticeably better than your cell phone plugged into your iHome or whatever. So that’s the first thing to keep in mind. But if you have decent equipment–a good turntable, a good receiver, good speakers, and records in good shape–the difference in the quality, texture, and depth of the sound is absolutely unbelievable. It’s transcendent. The best way I can think to explain it is that vinyl (when played properly with decent hardware) makes music three-dimensional. Listening to vinyl on a good stereo setup, I hear things in songs I’ve listened to a thousand times digitally that I never heard before. You hear it in layers. You hear every single note and tone and instrument individually, instead of it all mashing together in one flat, encompassing sound–which is the feeling I often get with digital music. The other thing about vinyl is that it’s by far the best listening medium for anything recorded prior to about the 1990s (if not later) because music made without all the bells and whistles of a 21st-century recording studio just has a raw, vibrant, real quality that a lot of music made now lacks (imo), and that gets flattened when you convert it to digital. Everything made now is auto-tuned and digitally corrected so that a song is less a song than a thousand correct moments, notes, syllables, etc., all cut and pasted together into something technically perfect. To me a lot of it sounds too clean. It’s unnatural, it’s predictable, and it’s a bit boring. Technology sometimes makes music so easy that it feels less like art than product. Had “Rock and Roll” been recorded today in a studio with click tracks, it wouldn’t speed up the way it does, and that’s half of what makes the song so fucking awesome. With digital editing you can scrub out the sounds of a guitarist’s fingers on the strings but where the hell’s the fun in that? I want to feel like what I’m listening to was made by musicians, not computers. For that reason a lot of my favorite music was made like twenty years before I was born and was made with vinyl in mind, so that’s just far and away the best way to listen to it.

All that being said, I’m a bit of a music junkie and a baby audiophile, so this shit is weirdly important to me, worth investing in, and actually fun. Like, don’t go buy a cheap all-in-one turntable thinking it’s going to blow your mind, because that’s not how it works. Urban Outfitters et al aren’t selling cheap turntables because the sound is actually better, they’re selling cheap turntables because people like the aesthetic.That’s fine, but it’s a little misleading, and it’s not going to make a huge difference unless you really put the effort (and yes, the money) in. However, this is not one of those stupid things where you should feel like you HAVE to get into vinyl if you want to call yourself a music lover. Nah. Get into vinyl if you want to spend a whole week manually balancing a tone arm, stripping wire, and grounding speakers, and if you want to then spend another ten years picking through grimy bins of records in used CD shops hoping you strike gold. If you just want to rock out and you’re not super worried about being able to hear errant airplanes over Headley Grange or Jim Morrison breathing between lyrics, it’s not something to spend time or money on.

I’m trying to narrate this cliche-filled story and it’s just descended into the narrator being sarcastic and critical about everything that happens. Like… 

“And then that asshole walked in. And of course HE’S the protagonist. Heaven forbid we have some LIKABLE person being the hero, but noooo. Mr. Boring McCrustyFuck over here had to be the one with the Special Power.”

“I can think of THREE characters better suited for Protagonist because they, oh, I don’t know, have EXPERIENCE with this stuff? Nah, those characters will probably just help him get the basics of his Special Power. Then he’ll surpass them and beat the guy they couldn’t even beat. Because story logic.”

“Apparently I have to use his actual name because Mr. Boring McCrustyFuck is considered ‘an inappropriate name’ and I ‘have to present myself as a professional’ and that name doesn’t do it.”  

“And then he turned his face, and there she was… Boring Female Love Interest… I mean Caedence. She isn’t like other girls… her name is always underlined in red when you type it. She also knows what a Star War is.”

“Well isn’t CAEDENCE just a sassy lassie. I bet there’ll be NO SEXUAL TENSION WHATSOEVER. A narrator can hope, can’t they?”  

“I swear if they kiss, I’ll walk out right now. Don’t you dare- you barely even know each other and- annnnd they’re kissing. Well, I’m out. I’m done. That’s it. Bye.”

[a large blank space follows]

“Well, I guess I’m not allowed to walk out on narrating after I start. That’s messed up- they’d better be paying me extra for having to sit through this because $5.50 a chapter just isn’t enough.”

“Cue a very audible sigh from the narrator.”

“Oh no… the father figure died… How could I have not seen this… Oh no… and after such a heart warming talk about his dead wife or something… Oh no…”

“So instead of talking about how they’re having sex I thought I’d take this time to explain why cats aren’t actually devil creatures and are simply not naturally social creatures, unlike the dog.” 

“Wow… in that tuxedo, he looks so different! Like… like that one actor… y’know? The one with white skin, blue eyes, brown hair, and a little bit of stubble? Oh wait… that’s literally most of them. I guess that means there’ll be a lot to choose from when they come up with the movie adaption.” 

“God, I can picture online discourse now. “You see, this is why [character with the personality of a moldy cardboard box] should date the protagonist instead of [well-rounded character with good chemistry who also happens to be of color]. I’ve only really pictured them as friends…” Ok, Im-not-a-racist-heres-why-69.” 

“DAMN IT! There was a perfect opportunity to make an obscure 80s reference a few chapters back and I missed it!” 

“Far be it from me, the narrator, to not talk about how soft her blonde hair was, but I got bored after they started kissing for like, the third time in the last few chapters.”

“Ok WHO told the manager I’m still calling him Mr. Boring McCrustyFuck?” 

“And then he sprinted across the battlefield, like an idiot. What was he thinking? “Sure, my love just collapsed on the ground, but l bet if I ran across this battlefield with people trying to literally turn me into ash and cried over their corpse it’ll bring them back. Or I’ll think of their dying face in my crucial moment when I’m fighting the bad guy so I fight harder. Great idea!”  But, you know, he lived ‘cuz he’s the protagonist. It was rather disappointing.”

“And then he started monologuing and it got too hard for me to keep up. So uh… just… imagine a villain talking about how he’s gonna make the world a better place by killing everyone he didn’t understand.”

“Thank GOD the story is over. Cue the beautiful music! I’m getting my money and then I’m gonna bounce. I need a drink.” 

“Who is the author? I’m gonna fight the author. Oh, I’M the author? … I’m still gonna fight the author.” 

i just found out what bothered me about a lot of indie horror games (besides the ‘jumpscares over atmosphere’ thing because everybody knows about that)

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My Bullet Journal Set Up

So some of you have asked me about my bullet journal (I’m looking at you, @munirastudies (and some anons - hi anons!)). Here it is: my set-up!

I previously did a post on my bullet journal at the very beginning of this studyblr, which can be found here. It’s just changed so much since then that I decided I’d post a new one!

- 1 - I’ve got a dotted Leuchtturm1917 A5 notebook in a really dark blue - which fits because I’m Ravenclaw. I was actually planning on painting the house crest on the front cover, but I never got to do it… but I think I’ll do it soon haha.

- 2 - When you look at my bullet journal you’ll see that I have some bright tags there. They really help me find stuff quicker (but they aren’t sticky enough so they often get loose.. I should change that). You can see my tag list in picture

- 3 - and it’s at the very end of the notebook. For those of you who don’t know this system yet, it’s really simple! You just decide how you want to tag that page, for example “books” as I did in mine, and go to the back of your notebook to write it down there. Then you choose a colour and put a strip of washi tape (or I use post it flags) on that page in the back and also on the page you want to tag so that the colours are in one line and you can see them from the outside (god I’m bad at explaining this but I can’t find the page that explained it to me, sorry!).

- 4 - On the first three pages there’s an index, and I use the first page for years and months, then the second page (which you can see in the picture) I use for anything else.

- 5 - Then there’s my key. I have a colour coding system, but I use some colours twice (which is really bad, I know) because there just weren’t enough colours! I have one colour for each subject, then also for other parts of my life like work, family and friends, uni in general and health (which is anything really: when I eat, doctor’s appointments, when I clean my flat etc). There’s also a key for my expenses which I rarely use anymore, and one for how long it took me to do a task which I also don’t use anymore.

- 6 - In this picture, and also the one before, you can see my yearly overview (which I am still so proud of because I thinks it’s really pretty). I only write down really important stuff in there, and things I’m looking forward to.

- 7 - Now we come to the more important stuff in my bullet journal. In this picture you can see my monthly overview. Here I write down everything that happens that particular month, like when I have to work, exams, family and friends stuff, and birthdays etc. I also have space for goals that I want to achieve that month, and an expenses table. This really helps me because often times I would just go shopping for books and stuff and spend so much money (which you can see hasn’t really improved much {{I spent 70€ on books last month?!}}). Now I can see how much I spend and what I should do better next month (like, I should definitely buy less books {{I actually spent more money on books this month and it’s not even halfway through but shush}}). On the next page there’s an example of a weekly overview. This one looks pretty much the same every week (at least the layout). Here are some more examples:

There’s always space for my weekly goals, then a food table where I write down everything I eat (which should make me more aware of what I eat and change my habits of eating - but it kind of doesn’t), underneath that there’s my habit tracker (and you can see I’m not very good at that either), and then there’s some kind of time tracker…? I don’t know what it’s called, I just thought I needed to know how I spend my time each day, like if there’s a lot of pink I’ve been doing a lot for myself (reading, watching movies, listening to music), if there’s lots of yellow I did a lot with friends and family, then there’s days where I was very creative and a lot of the time is purple - or if there’s lots of green (history) and red (English) I did a lot for uni. I really like this one (and I think I came up with it myself, but if someone has already claimed credit I give it all to you haha).

- 8 - Let’s just ignore the fact that this was one of my most unproductive weeks of all time (like, do you see how often I migrated tasks here?!). Just like my weekly overviews, my daily overviews look pretty much the same every week - at least the basic layout. I get bored of a certain layout about halfway through the week, so I try to come up with a new one every week. See how I got an arrow based layout in the orange overview, and kind of tree/nature based in the green one? What I always include is how much water I drink. I try to drink 12 glasses of water, which in my case is about 2,5 litres. Then there’s the basic to do list thing that bullet journals have. I include my colour code here as well, it just makes it easier for me to see what kind of things I have to do each day. Some more examples:

- 9 - I also have pages in my bullet journal that I use for lists, uni stuff, recs, organisation and personal stuff. In this picture you can see my “books to read” list. On the first example picture of the daily pages you can also see my wish list (which only has “money” on it - figures) and a pro/contra list about the two options I have for my stay abroad. Here are some more examples:

My saving goals page (which isn’t really done yet) and my schedule for this semester(which doesn’t have the hours on it):

and a “movies to watch” list (some spelling mistakes included):

- 10 - This last picture is my current spread. I saw this on tumblr and wanted to try it, but my colour code kind of destroys it. Maybe I’ll try it again some time without my colour code… Here’s another picture of the weekly overview:

Wow. This got a little out of hand! I hope you enjoy this :)

Anonymous suggested: I have had an appendectomy yesterday and I’m feeling generally crappy… can you write anything with Sheldon having to have a surgery and Amy taking care of him?

Note: Feel better, sweetheart!  I hope that you are taking it easy.

The doctor walked into the waiting room and sat next to Amy.  She set down the book she had been staring at, but not reading to look at the doctor.

“Everything went great.  He’s coming back around and you will be able to go see him in a few moments.  We are going to keep him overnight, but you should be able to take him home tomorrow.  Do you have any questions?” the doctor told Amy.

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anonymous asked:

Hi I really loved your YOI fic "Call Everything on the Ice"! I was also just wondering, though, how long have you been studying Japanese? Could you give some advice or resources how you're learning? I'm planning on going to Japan for my Asian Studies degree and hope to learn Japanese (or at least get a head start) before taking that leap. Hope this isn't a bother!!! Thank you if you have the time to answer!!! <3

Okay, so perhaps people have noticed that I tend to overanswer things? Yes, yes, that happens.

Me: Maybe only explain this a little bit.
Me to me: Who are we kidding? Have five, count ‘em, five separate numbered lists.

Answer to question #1: I’m at about *glances at watch* four and a half months of studying Japanese, and while I’ve been spending about 3-4 hours a day on this, I’m still really new. This means that I am inevitably doing something inefficiently and so you should take everything I say with a grain of salt. I haven’t been doing this very long and other people are much better resources!

That being said, my tendency to overexplain, my general pedantry (own it if you are it, whatever), and my deeply weird overanalytical brain means that maybe something I’ve done in breaking down my experience thus far will be helpful to you.

All five numbered lists below the cut.

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theyna high school au (?)
  • First day of senior year Thalia shows up from nowhere.
  • Reyna, being the president of the students council gets to show her around
  • It’s like the most painful hour ever for Reyna. Thalia doesn’t utter a word during the entire hour it takes Reyna to go over the school grounds, no matter the amount of effort Reyna brings to try small talk.
  • At the ends she’s given up though, and decides that if Thalia doesn’t want any friends, that’s sure as hell not her problem.
  • (but damn she can’t stop thinking about those blue eyes)

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jimmyfission  asked:

Could you do snowells for the Brotp ask? I'm a little bit in love with them

Just so we’re clear, the is post-Season Three Caitlin, and E-2 Harrison Wells.


-Who offers to get rid of the evidence and body whenever the other starts complaining about someone: I can’t see either of them doing this, honestly. Harry sometimes offers to make Cisco throw them into another reality, though.


-Who shows up at the other’s house with food and movies when the other is having a bad day: The first time, it’s Caitlin. She’s been watching from a distance, taking care of the team in secret, but Harry gets injured during a fight, and has to take it easy for a few days. He’s incredibly bored, and is about to give in and leave his house, so she shows up with movies and junk food.


-Who sends the other tons of videos/phone game requests: Caitlin has to fill her time somehow, while she’s lurking in the shadows, “discovering” herself.


-Who glares at the other til they sit down and eat: In fairness, glaring is Harry’s natural state. However, everyone knows that his “Snow, it has been twenty-four hours since you’ve eaten. If you don’t stop the science for ten minutes and eat the soup, you’ll regret it” glare is different.


-Who stands behind the other and signals to the person arguing with their friend that if the person hurts their friend they will hunt them down: Caitlin, for sure. She may not be Killer Frost, but she can certainly act like her, if the need arises.


-Who starts the war on stealing food from the other: If Caitlin doesn’t want her food stolen, she should label it. If Harry doesn’t want retaliation, he probably shouldn’t steal Caitlin’s lunch.


-Who comes up with the bad ideas they will regret in the morning and who stops them/goes with them to keep them from getting into too much trouble: My instinct is to say that it’s BARRY’S bad idea that they’re both trying to stop, but if it’s down to the two of them… Maybe Caitlin has days where Killer Frost feels more in control, and Harry talks her down.


Okay, this is an experiment. If this formats oddly, I’m really sorry, and I’ll redo it as soon as possible.

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry, I don't really understand how submitting works, but I would really love something where the reader and Newt are really close and Queenie, recognizing a mutal attraction between the two, often teases & eventually gets them together. Thx!

Newt Scamander X Reader – A Little Pressure

A/N – I hope this is along the lines of what you mean, it was a toughie to write but one I was happy to finish.

Warnings – Single mention of dementia.

Rating – T


Originally posted by hardyness

Queenie flitted absentmindedly around the enclosures within Newt’s case, reminiscing the short time Jacob had spent there. Newt, Tina, and yourself had offered to leave her alone for a while but she’d declined the offer, insisting that she took comfort in your presence; in truth, she disliked the silence of being alone, even when nobody was speaking she took solace in hearing people’s unguarded thoughts.

All three of your voices filled Queenie’s mind now, stronger thoughts taking precedence over the others.

-have to find that escaped wizard, he’s a danger to himself.” Tina’s voice resounded worriedly as she thought once again about Yusuf Talim. Yusuf was an old wizard suffering from the later stages of dementia. He had recently escaped the American branch of St Mungo’s with a stolen wand and the Auror’s had been assigned the task of locating him. Tina had been concerned with his safety ever since, reviewing the case repeatedly in the hopes of finding something new. Queenie considered reassuring her sister but decided against it, knowing that nothing would help until Yusuf was safe and sound again.

“- I should ask now.” Newt’s much less confident voice broke through. “No… (s)he’d hate that… (s)he’d hate me.

Queenie couldn’t help the warm smile that lit up her face. Although she didn’t know what Newt was thinking about yet, she’d grown used to his constant inner arguments and conversations; she guessed that so much time spent alone made him converse with himself more than other people did.

Why? Why would you risk jeopardising your friendship?

Queenie listened intently, eager to know the topic of his discussion.

Because… (Y/N)’s always been there for me, (s)he doesn’t think I’m a freak like other people do… (S)he’s like sunshine… I want us to stay together… Forever.

Queenie looked over to you. You were on the other side of the case, using spellotape to temporarily patch up the tattered wall of the Savannah enclosure until Newt had time to fix it. She focused on you, listening to the thoughts on your mind. As it were, you were just mentally humming along to George Olsen’s “Just a Little Thing Called Rhythm.

Queenie shook her head dispiritedly, while she was sure you had consumed most of Newt’s thoughts, she wondered if he was ever in yours; up until now, you did seem to be a little dense when it came to romance.

She approached Newt, startling him when she spoke, “You should tell (Y/N) how you feel honey, I’m sure it’d be better than constantly worrying about it.”

“Wha- I-” Newt stumbled, before sighing and slumping despondently against the nearest rock, “(S)he doesn’t like me that way…”

“Have you asked?”

“I don’t need to. We’ve worked together for a year now… I’d know if-” He stopped, unable to finish the sentence.

“What if (Y/N) feels the same way hmm? Maybe (s)he’s too scared to say as well.”

Newt shook his head rapidly, resembling some of the creature’s he spent so much time with.

“We’ll never find out this way.” Queenie tutted impatiently. “(Y/N).” She shouted, gaining both your attention and Tina’s.

Newt shot up, panic stricken, “Q-Queenie what are you doing? Queenie!” He spoke in a hushed, agitated tone.

Queenie ignored him, “(Y/N), Newt wanted to know something. Would you consider-” She paused for effect, “-working with dragons?”

Newt released a strained breath.

You grinned excitedly, “Sure, I’d love to. Think we could, Newt?”

Newt squeaked something along the lines of a ministry ban, puzzling you further.

“Alright.” You huffed. “Why bother asking then?”

Queenie turned to Newt again, “Newton Scamander,” she bubbled, “if it takes me all my best efforts, I will get you to confess your feelings to (Y/N). Excuse me.”

She skipped away, leaving Newt to sweat nervously next to the Bowtruckle tree which Pickett was trying desperately to escape from, “You know Pickett… I’m afraid she really means that.”

Pickett nodded in agreement, making a big swing from a branch onto Newt’s arm as they watched Queenie walk away.


As time passed, Queenie grew bored of waiting for Newt to confess his feelings towards you. As such, she’d resorted using whatever methods necessary to get the two of you together. Sometimes, she wondered whether she was doing the right thing but she’d quickly remind herself that if she left the two of you alone, you would both waste too much time awaiting one-another.

After several weeks and numerous failed attempts, Queenie pondered her next course of action. So far, she’d tried a love potion, a truth potion, spells to trip him on top of you, and the excessive use of mistletoe; none of which went according to plan. That left only one more scheme, one that was so simple, she couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it before. Jealousy. However, there was limited time left to act as the ship bound for England was due to be in port in two days. With that in mind Queenie prepared a delectable meal for the three of you which could be described as nothing less than a miniature feast; Tina was staying late at work to finish some paperwork on Mr Talim who’d finally been captured and given a safer room within the St Mungo’s.

“So, (Y/N),” Queenie smiled genially at the dinner table where the three of you had slipped into casual conversation about anything and everything, “are you looking forward to England?”

“Yes.” You beamed, enrapturing Newt who suddenly seemed to forget his surroundings. “I can’t wait to see Newt’s book published, right Newt?”

“Hmm? Oh, r-right.” He blushed sheepishly.

“That’s nice.” Queenie remarked, moving on to the next phase of her plan. “What about romance (Y/N)? Anyone caught your eye?”

Clear images of Newt tending to his ‘children’ filled your mind’s eye, “No.” You lied breezily. “Can’t say anyone has.”

Newt relaxed, thankful that he didn’t have to picture you in the arms of somebody else.

“That’s fantastic.” Queenie pushed on.

“It is?” Your brow creased in confusion.

“Uh-huh. See, I have a pen-pal who used to work for the ACUSA and is now working for the Ministry of Magic and he’s simply dying to meet you, considering you’re not with anybody that is.”

“Oh um- Queenie, that’s really sweet of you but I’m uh, not really interested right now.”

“Are you sure? I mean, he’s exactly who I’d picture you with. He’s tall and handsome with a really great personality-”

Newt zoned out, unable to hear more about a man who was surely better for you than he could ever be. There was so much he wanted to end in that moment, the conversation, the uncomfortable expression in place of your usual smile, and the claustrophobic weight pressing down on him took priority on the growing list.

“Stop.” Newt mumbled, almost silently. When neither you or Queenie heard him, he shouted it, pushing up from the table with the loud scrape of his chair.

You shrunk away from his thunderous roar, a sound you’d never thought capable from the ever-gentle Newt.

“Newt,” You whispered cautiously, “are you feeling okay?”

“N-no (Y/N). I don’t- I can’t-” He couldn’t meet your eyes as he gripped the table for support.

“I don’t understand. What’re you trying to say? What do you want?”

“You.” He finished suddenly.

When you didn’t respond, Newt stalked out of the room with a strangled cry of, “I need to pack.”

“You feelin’ okay honey?” Queenie asked, struggling to make sense of your jumbled thoughts.

“Uh- No. Sorry Queenie, I need to talk to him, excuse me.” You left Queenie, heading to the room you and Newt had been sharing since Jacob left.

When you got there, Newt was nowhere to be found but his case was lying unclasped in the middle of the floor. You climbed in, heading straight for the animals where Newt always went when troubled. Sure enough, Newt was hunched on the floor, against the Occamy nest with his head in his hands, murmuring despondently to himself while various creatures surrounded him.

“I couldn’t have made it worse if I tried. Not only does (s)he know but you should have seen it… I never meant to scare (Y/N) like that.”

“You didn’t scare me.” You whispered quietly.

Newt lifted his head quickly, showing red stains where tears had fallen, “(Y/N)!”

“I was worried about you… I know you sometimes prefer being left alone but I’d like to talk if you’ll let me.”

Newt sat silently, awaiting your judgement.

“We’ve been travelling together for about a year now and you’ve never given any indication that you were interested in me so what’s going on?”

“(Y/N)… I was so afraid to tell you… so afraid that you’d treat me like everyone else did… so afraid that you’d leave. I always p-promised myself that one day I’d work up the c-c-courage to- But, when we were travelling it was all so s-secluded, there was no other wizard who could take you away from me. I don’t- No… I can’t see you with anybody else.”

“Then just say the words Newt. Say the words and I’ll be yours.” Your eyes bore into his, begging for something you were sure you wanted more than anything else at that moment.

“W-what words do you want to hear?”

“Whatever comes to your mind first.”

Newt was sure there were people who, if put in the same situation, could cite sonnets or powerful speeches that would move even the most stone-hearted of people but in that moment, he knew the only words that came to mind and he hoped they were what you longed to hear, “I- I love you.”

You bent down to his level, “I love you too.” You grinned weakly, grazing your lips lightly against his. Various crowing, howling, and squeaks erupted from the surrounding creatures until Newt was forced to quiet them by pulling away from you. The two of you sat in complete elation, content to simply be in one-another’s presence. Meanwhile, Queenie listened to the ecstatic thoughts coming from the confines of the case, proud of the night’s progress and the news she’d have for her sister when she came back.

anonymous asked:

hi, do you have any advice for writing a satisfying romantic arc? i'm so new to all this but i want to be able to make my readers squeal when characters finally kiss, not feel underwhelmed

Well, it’s all about pacing. Balancing gradual development with character interaction. At least, that’s how I view it. Romance isn’t really that different from any other type of story arc, at least, not when it comes to building tension. The rule I give myself is this–give the reader enough to try and jump three steps ahead, but only allow them one. You have to constantly keep your reader looking forward to something else. Keep the story moving, never let it stall, but don’t be a speeding car on a freeway. Make sure to take the scenic route, but also make sure you go the speed limit. If you go too slowly through something that takes a long time, you’re bound to bore your readers.  

This is actually a really hard question, and it’s more about narrative tension than actual romance. It’s… a difficult thing to describe, how to create tension. My best advice is that you should watch your fav romantic movies or read your fav romantic books and actively study how the narrative is structured. Not just the romantic parts, but the whole shebang. Creating tension is more involved than one story arc–there’s usually a few. 

I don’t really know–this is bad advice. If I was looking at a story, I could point out issues I have with the tension and why the pacing maybe hurts the arc, but it’s hard without having something concrete in front of me. For example, an issue I have with a lot of fanfics is that the characters get to the endgame too easily and so the tension doesn’t exist. Or it takes too long because the writer thinks that a slow story creates tension, but it doesn’t (the two are not related). Just because something takes a long time, doesn’t mean it’s filled with expectation. But that’s a hard thing to describe without having something in front of me to analyze. And I guess I could explain how I structure my own arcs, but they’re so intertwined with other arcs that it’d literally be a twenty page essay (that’s how much thought I put into everything I write, not even kidding). 

But the best way to learn is to actively think about your favorite narratives. Ask yourself why you like this romantic arc, why it keeps you invested. That’s one of the things I think a lot of aspiring writers forget to do. Learning to write isn’t as simple as being told “write this way.” You have to be aware of the stories around you and why they’re turning out the way they are. You have to know what tools are at your disposal and how to use them before actually doing it. Just as artists have to learn new ways of looking at the world before being able to create their vision, just as musicians have to learn new ways of listening before being able to create their music. 

Study the romantic arcs that you like, examine in great detail why you like them. And I don’t mean things like “I like this character because he’s tall, dark, and handome.” Literally look at the character interactions and at the pace at which their relationship develops. Look at the small intricacies and how those pieces mesh with other arcs around them.  

You can’t write something until you know how it works. So, in the end, it just comes down to practice and always being consciously observant of the narratives around you. Does this make you a horrible critic? Yes, yes it does. Does it ruin fun movies for you because you’re too busy being annoyed at how the characters were handled or how the pacing was horrible? Yes. But it will also make you a much, much better writer. 

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

But I'm Bored (GabrielxReader)

Trying to study for finals is hard when your boyfriend is the trickster.

Warnings: Smut

Enjoy

 

Unlike most students who lived in dorms, your boyfriend got an apartment that you both lived in near campus. The end of the school year brought warm weather and of course, finals. Gabriel was lounging on the couch with T.V. remote in hand, while you sat across from him in a comfortable chair with notes cards in hand. Only a few more days of intense studying and then you would be free for the summer with Gabriel. The past few days were quiet as Gabriel had some angel business to attend to, but now he was back looking bored by such human things. He was lucky not having to worry about finals, but you knew there were other things to worry about like monsters and demons. Yet, he managed to keep most of that world from you and out of harms way.

“How much longer?” You heard Gabriel whine from across the room.

“What?” You glanced up from your notes to look at him.

“How long are you gonna study?” His hand motioned to the piles of notes and books surrounding the chair.

“Till my finals.”

“But that’s days away.” He clicked off the T.V.

“I know. Gives me more time to study.” You stated, focusing back on your note cards. You heard him huff and sit up on the couch. “Gabriel don’t.” You sighed.

“I wasn’t going to do anything.” He raised his hands innocently while you just rolled your eyes at him. “Okay fine. But I’m bored and my girlfriend needs to take a break.”

“Sorry. Not right now.”

All of a sudden you heard that familiar snap. You tried to ignore it but you were curious. The room was the same and Gabriel looked the same. Then you noticed you were wearing a sexy school girl outfit with stockings and everything.

“Gabriel.” You crossed your arms which made your boobs pop out even more in the tight white blouse.

“Figured you should at least look the part.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you. You sighed knowing you couldn’t really be mad at him. He was gone a lot more often and he had certain desires, not that he was the only one. You stood up and slowly seductively walked over to him. When you got over to the couch you straddled him moving your hands around the back of his head gently playing with his hair.

“Perhaps you could teach me a thing or two.” You whispered into his ear. He placed his hands on your hips pulling you closer, brushing against his groin.

“Don’t worry sweet heart I’ll teach you something and I’ll make sure you remember it too.” And with that he started kissing along your jawline, making his way down your neck. His left hand kept hold of your hips while his right went to the buttons on your blouse. You let out a small groan into his ear as he slid your blouse off and cupped one of your breast with his hand, gently kneading and pinching your nipple.

You rocked your hips into his groin, feeling him harder under you making him moan out your name. Your hands went around his back slowly lifting up his shirt, giving him the hint. His left hand which was on your hips was moving down your skirt.

“Enough of these clothes.” He growled and snapped his fingers. Now you were both naked. He flipped you down onto the couch and he hovered over you. He spread your legs apart giving sweet kisses down your stomach to your inner thighs. You could feel yourself become wet with desire, needing contact. He slid his tongue over your folds, making you shiver and whine. Your hips buckled under his touch, but he kept you steady by placing his hands on your thighs to hold you down.

“First lesson. Make everything count.” Gabriel breathed into your womanhood. He delicately lapped at your folds with his thumb circling your clit. Your breath hitched at the gentleness. “Second, don’t give into pressure.” He mocked you as he teased your entrance with his tongue.

“Gabriel!” You begged with a loud moan. After a moment he stuck his tongue into you, eating you out. One hand grabbed the edge of the couch while the other grabbed a fistful of his hair, trying to push him deeper into you. Your core began to tighten and you moaned out loudly.

“Lesson three. Always finish strong.” He said removing his tongue causing you to whine at the loss of friction. Instead he replied with lining himself up and thrusting into you. He didn’t let you adjust before he starting pumping causing pleasure to mix with some pain. His left hand went up to your breast massaging it and playing with your nipple. His right stayed firm on your hips, helping to angle him to your g spot. Your hands roamed his back, gently scraping his skin, pressing him closer to you if that was even more possible.

You both were groaning with each other, enjoying the pleasure you both provided for one another. With each thrust you felt your orgasm build until it erupted, sending Gabriel into his own. You both caught your breaths as he pulled out and layed with you on the couch, spooning you.

“Well, I’m not bored anymore.” He chuckled into your hair.

“Studying can wait till tomorrow.” You muttered looking at the notes across the room.

“That’s what I’m saying.” Gabriel kissed your shoulder from behind, pulling you into his embrace.

“Okay, but from now on I really do need to study.” You turned around to face him. He gave you his puppy dog eyes, which was hard to argue with. “After finals we can do whatever, wherever, whenever.” His honey brown eyes lit up with mischief and gave you a tender kiss before you snuggled into him, tired from the day.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm considering selling fanart at conventions but I'm stuck between using my real name or my url/alias. Followers know me as my url since I don't advertise my real name. I'd prefer to avoid real life peeps keeping up with my online stuff (because of the occasional nsfw piece) - but recently I'm beginning to think I shouldn't care too much. Or should I save my real name for original art in future? Did you have a similar dilemma? Any opinions on the pros/cons of either option? Thank you! ^^

That’s a really good question! I’ve also been thinking about this a lot as I get more involved in doing artist alleys. Right now, there are three aspects I think about when thinking about my artist name:

Marketing

  • An alias may be more marketable. My real name is quite boring and short, which (I suspect) makes it easy for me to be confused with other people. For that reason, it benefits me to choose an alias that is unique and memorable (but of course, the catch is that I have to choose a good one!)
  • An alias is hard to change. You’re stuck with your real name anyway (well, for the most part); with an alias, you may be tempted to change it later for whatever reason (new types of art, new interests, etc.). It’s hard to convert your followers over to following a new username/brand, but you won’t have this problem with your real name. You’ll always be you!

Privacy

  • An alias helps separate your art life and personal life. Your alias can become kind of a code – by letting only people you want to let know in on what your alias is, you can sort of control who knows about your art life and who doesn’t. This only works to a degree though, as the more people know about your art life increases, so will the likelihood of them telling other about it (word of mouth exposure is a good thing, just hard to control!). Your alias becomes something you can build emails/website domains/other contact info around, letting you separate correspondence and money appropriately as well.
  • An alias makes it harder to find/stalk you. This only works if you’re very vigilant about never exposing anything about your personal life. In my experience, though, this is difficult because I find that my personal life shows through in my art anyway (in my comics, for example!). I’ve never had something like this happen (and hopefully it never will) – I just refrain from posting any info I wouldn’t want to post online anyway.

Legal

  • Copyright may be harder to enforce with an alias. This sort of relates to the fact that your real name won’t change, while your alias might – art you produced under a different alias than the one you use now or in the future may make it difficult to track down as belonging to you.

My approach? I put my real name on my business cards and in informational blurbs on social media profiles, but brand everything under my alias (jojostory). In other words, “jojostory” is the name of my business, and “joy kim” is me, the person running the business. I find this strikes a pretty good balance between marketing (I have a unique brand name that is traceable to me) and privacy (some people know me as jojostory, others know me as joy who is a gal who does art). If I choose to register jojostory as an LLC or anything like that, it might have legal power as well, but I’d have to do more research on that!

Unfortunately, I don’t do NSFW stuff so I can’t give any specific advice on that, sorry! Maybe other AA friends out there have thoughts or experiences they can share?

zeible  asked:

I tried the Scrap of Paper thing, but my results were really odd (I gave it to a lot of close family members, so these are people who should know me rather well.) The results overwhelmingly put ALL the introverted functions up top, and without much consistent order. I'm wondering if maybe my descriptions didn't work. How did you describe the functions on your scraps of paper?

I’m guessing you didn’t put them in pairs (what goes together) and explain that you are only allowed two of each set? You have to do groundwork.

The other night, my family gave me 2 minutes to write descriptions on pieces of paper. I then organized them in different stacks and gave them a crash course on all their types. I ultra-simplified it. Then I went on to show them why they misunderstand one another via the functions. By the end, they all had a fairly decent basic knowledge of typing and an idea why they do certain things.

Here’s the descriptions I used.

Fe: external warmth, emphasis on what is best for everyone, feels better after discussing their feelings, knows how to say hard things in gentle ways.

Te: organization, schedules, word counts, evidence, facts, linear thinking, can define things simply for others to read, considers the bottom line.

Se: seeks new sensory experiences, aesthetic appreciation, lives in the moment, enjoys stimulating environments, is quick to act in the environment.

Ne: draws broad, unexpected connections, tends to stray off topic down rabbit trails, reluctant to choose just one truth, bored without external stimulation, tends to be excited about ideas more than making them real.

Fi: considerate and loving, but private in their feelings, cares a lot about individuality, finds it difficult to talk about their emotions.

Ti: analyzing, never entirely satisfied with simple answers, can be redundant in trying to ensure you understand them (repeating themselves), tends to focus on logical things that others do not always think are necessary to discuss.

Si: emphasis on tactile sensation (how things smell, feel, taste), often naturals at making the home inviting and pleasant to look at, studies others to see how they succeed and emulates them until they develop their own style, does not mind routine, good with details.

Ni: flashes of inexplicable insight, big picture emphasis, firm conclusions after a lot of inner rumination, a single vision or knowing emerges over time.

ETA: Sorry. Should have added this sooner. “The scrap of paper thing” is where, if you are stuck and do not know your type, you take these definitions, give someone who knows you extremely well a run-down of each function, and have them organize them in the order they think you use the functions. (I did this four years ago with my mom and she chose ENFP – but it took me three and a half years to realize she was right.) People who know you well, see you more clearly than you do.

Capitals

Word Count: 5,611

Genre: Fluff, mostly very fluffy

Summary: Dan finds that capitalizing some words that aren’t supposed to be capitalized changes the whole meaning of the word, and goes most of his life keeping it his little secret until Phil notices it. Then things become a whole lot better.

A/N: This took forever! Three months! What the frick? Did I live? I did nothing! I can’t think of what I did that was important! I am so. tired. but i think I’m happy with this. Hope you enjoy. 

               “Haha, no, I’m Pretty Much a Loser,” Dan says sheepishly, his fingers tousling with his fringe while his other hand clenches and unclenches underneath the table.

           “Oh no, no I’m sure you’re not,” the girl chuckles uncomfortably. Her eyes dart back to her table of friends, and Dan’s completely sure she went over to talk to him on a Dare. What was her name again? Anne? Annie? Angela? It doesn’t matter; she’s not Sticking Around anyway.

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