i'm really sorry my writing has been so shit lately i'm trying to work on that

Okay so @chirpingisflirting said she’s been having a real poopy bday, so I thought I’d take a crack at a nurseydex hc (which became this lame ficlet chimera) for her! Here goes nothing! Literally!

I’d imagine that, early in Nursey and Dex’s relationship (say, four months in?), school starts hittin’ Dex hard; boy’s got assignments up the wazoo, some emergency fees come up and he takes a small job a few days a week at the school bookstore/convenience store, his life’s just a mess. Nursey’s trying to keep his cool and be understanding, but it’s driving him nuts. He hasn’t seen Dex outside of practice in like, a month and a half, and he keeps trying to text him and make the best out of a crappy situation, but Dex tends to fall asleep or get bogged down by a new assignment and just forgets to text back and or it’s been almost a day and it’d feel really awkward to answer now and… yeah. It’s really fucking with Nursey.

He’s been taking it slow with Dex (whom I headcanon as only recently really coming into his sexuality?) since the start, but it feels like he’s the only one who gives a crap sometimes. Nursey reminds himself that’s obviously not true, though, and that Dex is just obscenely busy and just… lays on the supportive texts, or brings extra snacks for Dex after practice/before class. Still, this can only go on for so long.

And it’s driving Dex crazy too, because he’s reading all the texts, and he can see how upset Nursey is every time he splits up with the rest of the team after breakfast to head off to class, and it weighs on his mind when he’s knee-deep in some cs problem. It’s his first real relationship (with a dude?), and he’s crazy for Nursey, but he feels like he’s only giving 30% when Nursey’s constantly giving 100% (which ISN’T TRUE; boy’s running himself ragged, here!).

So he works double time for like a week to give him enough slack to slack off for an evening. It’s Tuesday, and he texts Nursey around lunch to get dressed in something comfy and wait outside the Haus for him after dinner. Nursey’s totally confused and is so… idk? Anxious? What could Dex want to talk about? Can Nursey even take this anymore? Is this fair to him? He almost doesn’t reply or want to show up, but he’s a sucker for Dex, so he puts on a cute li'l sweater over a collared shirt and waits out front.

Dex pulls up ten minutes late (definitely unlike him), and Nursey and him drive off silently.

They pull up to this hill hidden between these real posh houses that overlook Samwell and the surrounding town, minutes pass, and Dex pulls a scrap of paper and a single, haggard looking rose from behind his seat, but he still won’t talk. He just stares down at the things in his hands, and Nursey’s somewhere between concerned and pissed.

“I stopped by the flower shop before they closed and picked this up for you,” Dex starts, hands on the rose he’s now jerking in Nursey’s direction, “but I realized I don’t even know if you like roses, and this is completely fucking cliché, and it got all fucked up because I kept fiddling with it, and- Jesus, Nurse. I’m sorry.”

Nursey just looks up and locks eyes with Dex for the first time all night. Concern is winning out over anger now. He takes the rose, and his eyebrows wrinkle in an almost sad way.

“Shit, Nur- Derek! Derek. Are you okay? I’m so, so–”

“I love it.” Nursey places his hand over Dex’s. Dex just blushes and goes silent again, his eyes returning to the scrap that’s getting closer to becoming, well, scraps.

“I know I’ve been really shitty about, well, us, recently.” Dex is breathing deeper now. “But I know how hard this is for you, and I think about you all the time, and I thought I could balance everything, but I-” Dex shrugs. “I guess I can’t,” he chuckles.

“And I guess I know how much you like poetry and stuff, and- just- I brought you here to tell you…” He stretches out the paper in his now shaking hands, and sucks in a sharp breath. Th- this. Just read this.“ He passes the scrap over to Nursey:

‘You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.’

"Yo, you know plagiarism is probably the least effective way to my heart, right?” Nursey chirps.

“I know that, idiot,” Dex starts. “I- I’m not saying I wrote it. I just-”

“I know, man.” Nursey’s hand tightens around Dex’s.

And then Nursey’s kissing him, and Dex could almost cry for all that he feels he doesn’t deserve it after this past month. They break apart soon, though, and Dex takes the moment to hold Nursey out at arm’s length.

“I'msosorryDerekyoudeservebetterthanthisI'lltryharderforyou,” Dex breathes out.

“Hey, chill. I’m not blind, you know? You’re doin’ everything you can, Will. Just… just let me help you too, y'know? If you’re too busy to leave your damn room, let me come to you. It’ll kill me, but I can catch up on my readings and… not distract you.” He waits a beat for Dex to answer, and when he doesn’t, he continues, “Or I can meet you in between classes and walk you to your next one, or we can call each other… I just miss you.”

Dex’s eyes start darting here and there, like he’s looking for something in Nursey’s, and he finally answers: “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.” He’s sniffling now. “Let me do better.”

And with that, Dex leans in to kiss the smile sprouting on Nursey’s lips.

(And then vehicular cuddles. A lot of them. To the point where Nursey has to drive them back because Dex is half-asleep.)

anonymous asked:

hey sam! it's been a long time since i requested a headcanon from you omg i miss ;; (but i still stalked your blog tho hehehe i'm shy) can i request a jikook headcanon about jimin who adores jungkook who is a radio broadcaster and he sort of fell in love with his voice but jimin does not know how jungkook looks like until he recognized his voice somewhere? (tbh the plot looks like a manga that i like but i forgot the title) thank you so much sam ily❤ ps: i'm week for jk as hyung and smol jimin

hi sweetheart!! don’t be shy! I’m kind of an awkward potato at first…..and later also…. but you end up appreciating me :D  so feel free to stop by and say hi whenever you feel like it, ok?

I’m sorry i haven’t been posting too much lately :( it’s been a while since I wrote some hdc, tho so im a bit rusty, i ask for your forgiveness… I have a lot of messages on my inbox so I will respond to them eventually…. I will try to do it this weekend since today i’m a bit busy but I will write this one for you as a thanks for being so sweet to me and as a promise to reply to the others ^^

have a great day pup <3

//Jimin found about jungkook’s radio program one night after a really long day at work. he usually put on his earbuds and blasted loudly his favorite artists but that night his ipod had run out of battery and he didn’t have any music stored on his phone so his only option was to tune in the radio. and oh boy does he not regret it at all.

//jungkook has  melodic voice, sweet and that exudes warmth but at the same time is deep and boyish, really charismatic. no wonder he works at a radio station.

//the program varies from listening to jungkook’s song recommendations to reading letters from fans asking for advice. the host can go from a total dork that tells the most ridiculous jokes to a sweet caring boy trying to help a lost soul.

//jimin finds himself listening to his show every single night from then on. he has the show tuned in while his night shift at the convenience store, which always helps him overcome the night with a better attitude.

//taehyung laughs at him, says he’s obsessed. Jimin likes to say he just knows how to appreciate the good things in life.

//Jungkook opens about himself sometimes, and jimin learns he’s a young man -but slightly older than him- that has struggled his own in life as many others and uses his experiences to give advice to his listeners. Jimin loves to hear those stories, feels like jungkook is opening up to him only and not to hundreds of anonymous people that listen to him as well.

//he’s tempted to call, talk directly with jungkook those nights the phones are opened to the spectators, but he knows he’s shy and would stumble with his words a lot. also, what is he supposed to say to jungkook? “oh hey i’m jimin, big fan of yours. i love your voice and i love you too, marry me?” nah, too creepy…. 

//so he simply sends letters to jungkook for the other to read. he usually shares his own struggles, tells jungkook how difficult is being for him to manage the student life, living on his own and have his family so far away. jungkook is always sweet, reassuring, tells JM to keep fighting for his dreams like he did some years prior, shares his own story so he can give jimin the will to keep going. jungkook tells JM they have a lot in common taking in consideration his letters, and jimin likes to think jungkook’s voice softens a bit while talking to him after reading his letters, and his heart stutters happily every time jungkook dedicates him a new song he’s found recently.

//it’s a sunday that finds jimin working a morning shift. he hates it, because not only he had to woke up really early, but he doesn’t have jungkook’s sweet voice helping go through the boredom.

//the good thing about it is that he can afford sit in a corner and read a book, or try to catch up with some work he had been delaying, since just some grannies come for some shopping.

//he’s immersed in one of the books he’s supposed to read for a report when someone enters the store. a young boy, dark hair and darker eyes. he’s pretty attractive, but the side glance and small smile he throws jimin when they lock gazes tells him he’s a bit shy. the boy strides to the farther aisles in silence, jimin focuses back on his books.

//”Hello,” says the boy and the single word has jimin’s head snapping towards him, it sounds slightly familiar. the boy raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything else.
“hello.” he answers, and starts charging everything without saying anything else.
“Thanks, have a good day.” he says once the other has paid and is about to leave. the boy smiles charmingly, sweet, and says:
“you too, thank you.” jimin stares a him because his voice sounds so so so familiar. 
“is something wrong?” asks the boy with confusion written all over his face and then everything clicks. 
“oh my fucking god, it’s you!” screams jimin, blushing immediately because holy shit it’s jungkook and holy shit he just screamed at jungkook
“uhm…. do we know each other?”
“no…I mean i do, i know you and this just sounds so creepy but omg im a fan- im so sorry.”
“oh….” jungkook’s face changes then, goes to confusion to realization and smiles once again at jimin. “you listen to my radio program?”
“Yeah…. i- i love you - your show”
“Wow, im glad. it’s always nice to know people like listen to me… thank you so much.”

//Jungkook starts coming to the store more often and jimin tries to play it cool every time, specially when jungkook is being friendly with him and starts a conversation. but they quickly fall into a more comfortable relationship, specially after Jimin confesses he’s JM and jungkook seems happy to know about it.

//jungkook is funny and nice outside of work also, manages to make jimin laugh without really trying. sometimes jungkook is the only one talking as jimin just smiles and nods, staring. because jimin likes jungkook’s soft voice, but likes even more his crooked smile and bunny teeth and the way he feels every time jungkook looks at him. and boy, he’s so in deep.

//they exchange phone numbers and start talking frequently. Sometimes jungkook texts him in the middle of a broadcast. it makes jimin feel special.

//”this song is dedicated to a friend of mine. we’ve become closer recently and im glad to have found such a nice person that fits so well in my life. so, ehm… jimin, i know you are listening- this song is for you”
Jimin tries not to scream in the middle of the store, but now that he thinks about it he’s alone so he squeals out loud out of happiness.

//”It was a beautiful song” says jimin over the phone, after deciding to call jungkook in a boost of braveness.
“Really? I’m glad. i found the artist recently and he really has beautiful songs. I thought you would like this one.”
“I loved it…”
“You know what it’s about?” asks jungkook, his voice soft and warm. for a second jimin forgets they are talking live on radio and there are hundreds of people listening to their conversation. “It’s a bout a new found love.”
“jimin, would it be too brave of me to ask you out on a date?”
“Are you serious?”
“totally…. I like you a lot JM”
“I would love to…”

//after that night jungkook receives a lot of letters asking for advice in love matters, because his way of confessing to jimin was cute and romantic and had all his fans squealing with feels. (jimin dowloaded the podcast to save it on his computer)

//jimin discovers dating a radio host is a bit embarrassing, specially when said host dedicates romantic songs to him or says out loud how much he loves him, but jimin wouldn’t have it any other way. (he loves calling to the program and talk to the other, sometimes embarrassing jungkook on live radio)

‘my computer crashed and you’re the student worker at the IT centre’ au. Prompt by @inthebackoftheimpala via @dailyau

A/N: don’t argue the technicalities with me because i don’t know wtf a student worker does at an IT centre.

“Oh my god, Lily. You are the luckiest person ever.” With those words, Marlene McKinnon has singlehandedly started the Apocalypse.

They had been in the cafeteria when Lily got the last slice of pizza. And thus Marlene jinxed Lily with just ten words.

The next day morning, Lily’s electric kettle short circuited. Of course, that wasn’t enough so it promptly burst into flames, setting off the fire alarm. The whole building gave Lily nasty looks as they filed out in various states of undress.

As a result of the kettle fiasco, Lily was an hour late to her first lecture and Professor McGonagall was less then pleased. Blushing, Lily walked to find a seat in the back trying to ignore the judgmental stares of the hundred or so students seated in the lecture hall.

She booted her laptop to begin taking notes. Half an hour later, the screen froze, then proceeded to do the cha cha slide and all was black and still.

“What the buggering shit?!” Lily’s curse caught the eyes of the students around her and she swore McGonagall briefly glared at her. She sunk further into her seat in an attempt to divert the attention from her.

At long last McGonagall ended her lecture. Lily slipped out of the hall and went back to her room to begin Slughorn’s paper which was due tomorrow. In front of the door, after patting the pockets of her jeans and dumping everything inside her bag on the floor, Lily came to the realization that she didn’t have her key.

Lily phoned Marlene three times before remembering that she was attending her term paper and then would have to wait till her viva was finished.

Sighing, Lily decided to go to the student centre to do her work. She trudged all the way across campus, halfheartedly waving back at those who waved at her.

She settled in front a computer from the Jurassic age. The wheezing and whirring from the machine was doing nothing to soothe the headache this day had given her. Steeling herself, she tucked into her work and had written a good three pages of her essay and things were finally finally starting to look up again. Lily should have known it was too good to be true. Curse her optimistic outlook.

The computer suddenly decided it did not want to work anymore. It chose to take the nap Lily was pining after.

Lily hit her head against the keyboard, various keys imprinting on her forehead.

“Why, Universe? Why?”

The student sitting next to her shot her a nasty look.

“What? You’ve never seen someone being shat on by the universe?” Lily snapped.

The student quickly looked away as though Lily was Medusa.

Lily decided to go to the basement which was supposed to the “IT Centre”. Remus, a good friend of hers, worked there.

She made her way down the steps, wrapping her jacket tighter aroung her shoulders to shield herself from the cold draughts.

“Remus!” she hollered. “I’m having a shit day and the computer just crashed.” She walked over to the desk where she could find Remus reading yet another Shakespeare drama.

Remus was not there.

Instead a very fit bloke with a crooked grin and a jawline that probably stabbed Caesar was regarding her curiously.

“You’re not Remus.”

“I am not Remus,” Jaw affirmed.

“Then who the fuck are you?”

Jaw’s mouth twitched. “I’ve been asking myself that for years.”

Lily bit back an amused smile. “That’s great. Could I please have Remus?”

Jaw cocked his head to the side and he looked at her, really looked at her. “I’m afraid you’re not his type. He’s gay, you see. But I’d be happy to help.” And then he winked. Then grimaced. Then screwed up his face. “That sounded a lot smoother in my head. I’m sorry. Remus is sick. How can I help you? I mean-”

Lily laughed and cut him off. “I know what you mean. My computer crashed.”

“Did you try turning it off and on?”


“Oh.” Jaw seemed stumped. “I suppose there must be a problem with the motherboard of the circuit board. The hard drive must have froze and the screen must have fried and -”

Lily arched a dark red eyebrow. “You don’t have a single clue, do you?”

“Excuse me” Jaw seemed affronted. “Just what are you implying there, miss? I am but an honest man trying to earn an honest living with my honest skills to honestly support my honest family.”

Lily giggled.“You know, two ‘honest’s less and I just might have believed you.”

Jaw laughed. Lily noted that he was the kind to laugh with his whole body. His chest rose and fell, his shoulders shook, his eyes screwed behind his lopsided glasses and his smiling mouth took up a good half of his face. Lily thought it attractive and adorable.

“I knew it was long shot. But I made you laugh, didn’t I? Made your shit day a bit better?”

“My knight in shining armour.” Lily rolled her eyes. But she was smiling softly. His words were oddly touching and somehow just what she wanted to hear.

“I can do one better. I can lend you my laptop to finish your work.”

Lily was giddy with relief. “Oh could you? My knight in shining armour.” There was not a trace of sarcasm in her words.

Jaw reached for his laptop as he said, “I’m James by the way.”

“I’m Lily.”

When he had booted his laptop Lily saw that his screensaver was a picture of three boys making silly faces at the camera and one very exasperated Remus.

Two weeks later it became a picture of Lily and James kissing in the quad.

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I request a scenario where Kuroo tries to seduce his crush who playfully rejects his advances because they think he's just being a huge flirt when he's not being a little shit? thank you!!! I hope you have a wonderful day!!

Oh no!!! This has been sitting here (along with a bunch of other asks and drafts D:< bad, me)! I’m so sorry!! But this looks like a totally awesome scenario! So coming right up~ I hope you have had a wonderful time (waiting for this request <.<)! Thanks for requesting! Please enjoy this scenario as well as my apologies for this being late -n- -Admin 4AM

P.S I’m switching back to past tense verbs!! I’m trying to get into the habit again, have been ever since I opened up a general writing blog :U It’s hard.

“Hey there, come around often?~”

Kuroo-san, this is my desk.” A couple of your friends nearby covered their mouths to drown out their snickers. “We’re supposed to be in our assigned seats. Isn’t it that one over there near the front?”

“You remember where I sit? How cute that you’ve been staring-”

“I’m the class president, Kuroo-san. I’m supposed to know these things. You see, the homeroom teacher forgets their attendance book frequently so it is my job to be able to take care of class matters, is it not?”

“…Aren’t class presidents just representatives of the classes?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in your seat, Kuroo-kun?”

“Ah, yes, sensei!” Kuroo shouted a little too loudly in your ear. The homeroom teacher rolled their eyes when he finally sat in his seat.

“I hope his flirting wasn’t too much on you, ____-chan.” The teacher voiced and sighed shortly after.

“It’s fine, sensei. He flirts with nearly everyone he sees, I’m sure that I’ll be fine because he has no real intent. Right, Kuroo-san?~” The teacher laughed and then proceeded to call out attendance. They commented on how close the two of you were, which made Kuroo play along and nod with a smirk. He hoped that you found his smirk the least bit attractive. You sent him a smirk in return, which made Kuroo’s heart nearly stop. He looked away with red tinting his cheeks.

Kuroo was found watching you talk with some of your friends during lunch. He tried to get the message across that he really liked you that morning, but it really wasn’t working out in his favor.

“Ah, how am I supposed to get them to notice me without them thinking I’m being a flirt!” Kuroo yelled. You looked his way and deadpanned, wondering what all the ruckus was about.

“Kuroo-san, please refrain from yelling. This is a classroom environment. Besides, your food is getting cold.”

“Then why don’t you come feed me?”

“I see nothing wrong with your hands, Kuroo-san. Are you cramping or bruised? You know the infirmary isn’t too far away.” Kuroo sighed in frustration.

“No, that’s definitely not it,” he said. You finished chewing on a bite of your lunch.

“Ah, no pain in your hands?”

“More like a pain in my chest.” Kuroo stared at you, which you did in return. Immediately you stood up and dragged Kuroo out of the classroom. “Where are we going?”

“I suspect that you may be experiencing abnormal chest pains or perhaps breathing errors. Your red face and lack of breathing after this long distance running isn’t affecting you at all. I know you volleyball players can’t run as fast or as long as the track players, but they’re usually panting slightly at this rate. It’s been five minutes of sprinting.”

“… Jeez,” Kuroo sighed. Your hand gripped his own even tighter, and his face got undoubtedly redder. He found it hard to form words when you were even touching him.

“Need a break?”

“Yeah.” The two of you stopped just outside of the infirmary. You managed to catch your breath before Kuroo did, so you rubbed his back just to make sure he’s okay.

“Breathe, Kuroo-san. I’m here with you,” you said as Kuroo turned away for a quick second.



“I’m sorry… you’re just making me fall even harder,” Kuroo mumbled. You moved to stand in front of him and then grabbed his shoulders.

“Kuroo-san, maybe if you sit down then you won’t have to fall.”

“… I can’t believe I’m in love with you.”

“Ah, ____-san, Kuroo-san, what are you doing outside of the infirmary?”

“Nurse-san… I think I’m having a heart attack.”


I'm Only Human.

This is he sat thing in saying before I leave Tumblr for the day.

I’m only human.

So whether you think I overreacted to someone claiming my stories as their own or not, that doesn’t give anyone the right to come into my inbox and try to tear me down.

I’ve always been very open about staring everyone has their opinions and are entitled to them, but when you are trying to be negative about someone with your opinion, it’s wrong.

I was not overreacting, in my opinion.
I think I handled the situation quite calmly actually. Because did you see me drag the persons name? Did you see me tell people to go after them?
I calmly messaged the person and discussed it privately with them.

Yes, I may have ranted a little on my personal blog, but that was because I was upset. And even still, I didn’t mention who the person was or anything like that.

I have spent so many hours writing and stressing over the stories I’ve written, because I want to produce something that I’m happy with and that all of you will enjoy.
So I’m sorry if having someone copy and paste them and call them their own is upsetting to me. Because they took the cheap route.
They didn’t sit there and think of the idea, think of the words and how to connect them, they didn’t have to bring a simple request to life.

I’m human. I have emotions. And I was hurt today.

Plagiarism, whether on a site like Tumblr or in school (which was just a bloody example by the way!!!), is wrong.
No one should do it.

It’s not fair that I should feel unsafe in posting my stories, and I’ve had another author come to me and express their fear as well.
We want to write these and share them with people. But now we’re scared of having them stolen, and it’s not fair.

I just wanted to share this with everyone, because I have never been one to hide shit from y'all and I’m not stopping now because of some stupid anon.

I have to go back to work now.
I will not be answering messages, or posting stories, today.

Currently I’m going to go and try to not cry.
Yeah, I’m that upset. Because it is frustrating and angers and hurts me.

Hope you’re happy anon.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm new and I've never asked anything so I'm Sorry if I'm doing this wrong (you can totally delete that, don't worry :) Could you write about the blue haired boy and "How come I always end up calling you when I can't fall asleep?" Thank you, I love your blog!

Thank youuuu! I’m so happy that you do :) 

A sudden loud and very annoying noise echoes throughout your room jolting you out of your peaceful sleep. You just finished a 14 hour shift and finally got to sleep for two hours. Your eyes are red and they sting slightly. They’re heavy and they don’t want to comply with your will to keep them open. Your phone rings repeatedly, as you struggle to snap out of your sleepy state enough to reach over to your nightstand and see who’s calling. When you finally do, you see that it’s Stuart facetiming you,  and you muster a lazy smile, always happy and willing to talk to him no matter what time of night.

When you pick up the phone, you see him through your screen. He’s leaning against his headboard not wearing a shirt,  he has dark circles under both large black eyes, making them look even bigger than they are. He looks exhausted though. His blue hair is a mess and he’s paler than usual.  Nevertheless, Stuart gives you a genuine smile, happy that you picked up the phone.

You greet him with a groggy “Hello?”

“Ah shit, I caught ya sleepin again, yeah?” He begins to say before offering to hang up and let you sleep.

“Yeah, no it’s totally fine, Stu. What’s up? How was your day?” You ask, genuinely interested. You loved talking to your best friend, your partner in crime.. You’ve missed him lately, not being able to see him because of your job and his schedule with him either touring or being locked up in the studio by Murdoc, practicing with the band.

So you two begin exchanging stories about your day. His day didn’t go very well. He’s been attacked by horrible migraines throughout the day while he was expected to practice with the band. He tried to push through it but he blacked out because of the pain while the band played Kids With Guns. You complained to him about your rude customers, venting about how terrible it is working in a restaurant, even if you are the manager of the establishment. You two cracked jokes to make fun of your customers and Murdoc to lift your spirits up. You for the most part enjoy insulting the pickle-man for giving the person you love so much trouble while he was in pain, and he loved insulting the rude customers that gave you a hard time.

After coming down from both of your giggle fits, you sigh,  “I missed you, D.”  

“I miss you too, love. More than you could imagine. It’s been so…hectic around here, wiv the new album comin out and all. I just hope my head gets better before we start touring… “

“How are the new pills working out for you?”

“Not very well considering I had ta call you…Couldn’t fall asleep.” he chuckles,

“So this time you called me because your pills weren’t working? Last week it was because you were freaking out over the fact that eels didn’t have arms…” You laughed. ( SO I SAW A MEME AND THIS IS BASED OFF THE MEME AND I CANT FIND IT ANYMORE) 

“I… dunno actually… There’s just something about you, love… . How come I always end up calling you when I can’t fall asleep?” He smiles.

You don’t know why, but this sent a sharp pang of electricity through your stomach. It was a good pang, a nice feeling. You try to cover up the fact that you’re blushing but he notices and giggles.

“You know I love you right?” He proclaims shyly while also turning slightly red. 

This is the first time he’s ever actually said it, both of you being in different beds, him wearing nothing but pajama pants and you with tangled hair and eye crusties. Regardless of the situation, it was the most romantic thing that’s ever really happened to you. Someone who doesn’t get to see you every day, someone who genuinely enjoys talking to you, someone who you’ve considered your best friend and your lover for a while, proclaimed their love for you at 2 AM through facetime. And you couldn’t be happier.

“I love you too, Stu.”

anonymous asked:

I'm so close to unfollowing you. I bet I'm not the only one either. You barely write anymore besides gif things, trouble made was barely even smutty (you're not very good at smut anyways though). You don't even reblog fics anymore. If you do it's like 90% impala-dreamer (way to be a kiss ass) or that series that has like no notes because it's not good. I read the first 2 parts, it's dumb. All you do is post random shit maybe you should think more about why people come to your page smh.

Originally posted by realitytvgifs

Anon, I’m about to rip you a new asshole. In the interest of others who may not want to read this spewing I’m putting this under a cut. Also, it’s gonna be long as fuck.

Let’s break this down. I want to be sure you’re able to keep up.

1. Are you under the impression, I’m about to beg you to stay? I am not. I encourage the unfollowing. I encourage you to unfollow me or anyone who’s content isn’t what you want. It’s your life, your tumbles experience, you should 100% take control of it so it is what you want.

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luna-writes-seventeen-stuff  asked:

Tanisha, I really need your help, and I'm going off anon to do it, simply because I trust you so much. (You're the best~ 💕) I really like writing Seventeen fanfiction - I adore it. It helps me be less stressed, it helps me be more creative, etc. Recently though, I've gotten a ton of anon asks telling me I'm sexually harassing the idols, and this really hurts me. I don't want to do something that's considered hurtful to the people I'm writing about, but I truly love writing it. (Pt. 1)

So far, I’ve just been deleting the asks, because I don’t want to acknowledge them - but it’s really bugging me. Am I really a horrible person like they say for writing something like that? You yourself write seventeen fics, and you’re the absolute /kindest/ and /sweetest/ person in the entire world. I knew there were people against KPop fanfics, but I’ve never had to deal with them before, and their words really hurt. What’s your personal opinion on their viewpoint? (This character limit ugh)

I’m sorry - I feel really bad for flooding your inbox like this, bothering you and taking up your time. I’ve just always felt comfortable talking to you - I’ve been an anon for about a year, and you unknowingly gave me the courage to start my own blog. Feel completely free to ignore these asks, dear - I know you’ve got a lot on your plate, and just sending them to you makes me feel better. 💕

(warning: lots of negative bullshit ahead. if you’re having a bad day and don’t want it to get worse, or having a good day and don’t want it ruined, don’t read ahead. this is literally the only post like this i will ever have on my blog. i just really need to get my opinion on this out there.)

baby, don’t even worry about it. I am so very glad that you brought this issue to my attention. 

now, I know in the past I have said that I wouldn’t answer asks regarding the ‘minor smut’ issue on this blog, to avoid the drama, but that’s when people were badgering me about it - sending me hate. but unfortunately I’m the mama bear type and when you mess with one of my babies is when you get me involved. 

so for the record, this is the only, and only post I will ever make about this issue, and I will not respond to anything else about it, and nothing that anybody says about my writing will every change what I post. 

I am just saying all of this stuff for the benefit of my lovely little flower, who needs to be guided on a big issue like this. 

firstly, thank you for saying all those lovely things about me. and secondly, I think you should know that I believe you are doing nothing wrong. nothing at all. there’s a lot of people who are gonna tell you a lot of bullshit to contradict that, and I wanna tell you otherwise. 

your blog is your blog and you have the right to post what you want to post, just as I do. and there are a lot of things I like to bring up with people who want to tell me that I am making some kind of crime against humanity by running my blog the way I please. 

  • The Idea Of Adolescence: this is something not a lot of people can get through their head. they will be very quick to say “but Dino is just a child! you can’t write smut about him! stop sexualizing him! he’s just a child!” when that’s very wrong. they will be very quick to call a 16/17 year old idol a ‘child’ when that is a very untrue statement. the word adolescent was invented strictly because the word ‘child’ is not at all fitting of people who are in their late teens. in fact, the term even covers those in their early twenties, so many idols that smut is being written about acceptably can be considered adolescents. and that’s the age range I consider acceptable for writing smut about on my blog. I never write smut about ‘children’ on my blog and I never will. because news flash: one does not just magically transform from a child into an adult. there is a period of transition in between. (every medical doctor and psychologist will acknowledge this.) 
  • Aging Up Characters vs Aging Down Characters: this is something that pisses me off in particular. if you will notice, ‘real life’ age is all that matters to the keyboard warriors who are trying to protect their idols from supposed slander. (which really, fanfic isn’t slander.) you will notice that idiots on the internet have a very, very hard time distinguishing from reality and fiction. just because authors use idols as inspiration for their fiction does not mean that is reality. anyway, so you may notice that a common theme in fanfic is aging characters up or down. recently I have been posting a Hogwarts AU that is set in their sixth year - meaning the three main characters, Joshua, Jeonghan, and Seungcheol, even though they are of legal age in real life, are canonically all 16 in my fanfiction. and they are all having sex/being heavily sexualized. but as of yet, it seems that no one has figured that out and there has not been some kind of major, world-ending uproar because of it. another good example of aged down characters in fanfictions could be hybrid fanfictions - when the characters are canonically much younger than their IRL counterparts and act much younger, and really no one seems to give a shit when this is heavily sexualized. aging up is the problem. if I take Sanha and write him in a CEO/business AU as a man in his thirties, fictionally aging him up and writing that as a smut, then it’s still ‘minor’ smut and it’s an uproar. because no one can distinguish from fantasy and reality. 
  • Anons Assaulting People/The “Soap Box” Effect: this would be when people get carried away, telling blogs like yours and mine and many others out there that we cannot post the writing that we work so damn hard on because they think it’s what’s right. and even then, they could just be telling you because they’re following a trend. now, i call it the “soap box” effect because that’s really what it’s like - these people who tell you that you shouldn’t be sexualizing idols are basically standing on a soap box, thinking they’re above you, when they’re human and you’re human and they just want to feel like they’re better than you for not feeling certain emotions when really they’re not. we’re all equal here. (they just don’t admit to squealing when Vernon gets their panties all wet.) anyway, what i’m really saying here is, people want to assault other people, and preach about how sexualizing idols is bad and terrible, when if they really wanted to change something, they would do the kind thing and level with you and not be rude as hell. 
  • Promoting Pedophilia: now, I have been told in the past, and personally attacked by someone who was (supposed) a victim of child molestation, and told that “people like me” were the reason for their victimization because I was writing and posting minor smut. now, not for one second did I believe that to be true. (because again, teens are minors but not children, so it’s not even pedophilia.) I feel incredibly sorry for anyone, and I mean anyone who has experienced any kind of sexual assault, especially to be exposed to that during your childhood, but not for one moment do I believe that’s any excuse to harass me and tell me what to post. this is a porn blog. obviously there is going to be sexually sensitive material here. I am a victim of anorexia, and obvious I know how different that is from sexual assault, but what that type of triggering material comes up on a blog or in a story I am wary of it. I put warning on all of my stories and I put them under cuts and the nature of my stories and my blog is made quite clear to the public. I would advice the same to everyone else, which for the most part, I have seen around. But with all of that cautionary said, my very fucking existence is not predatory. I am not a predator. I am promoting people expressing their feelings in the most healthy way - through fiction. and some people dare to accuse me of the most horrid act; promoting a crime against children. I guess my point is, my little flower, you are not a predator either. and don’t believe anyone who tells you that you are. 
  • Promoting Rape Culture: once again, people have accused me of promoting this crime against humanity with my writing. and again, with all my sympathies stated in the last point, I must say this really isn’t it. supposedly I am raping idols because I am not getting their consent before writing about them sexually/sexualizing them? I’m not really sure how this works - but I would like to talk more about consent in the realm of fanfic. and here, I think this is just more of people having problems establishing reality outside their internet bubble. 
  • Consent In (Fan)Fiction: thus far, I believe I have written only one piece with dubious consent in it, and I warned it before the cut as a pretty bold warning. all my other pieces, the characters gave a nice verbal consent that they wanted to engage in the fictional sexual acts with each other and they engaged in fictional aftercare with each other afterwards. I don’t believe in writing rape scenes. (no offence to you if you do.) I don’t believe in writing too heavily dubious consent where the parties have not discussed or emotionally agreed to their BDSM first - because if it’s not done right, it can be very sloppy and uncomfortable. I only did it recently because I thought it fit the scene and the characters I was writing. but I think clear consent and heavy warnings on fanfic is so important to avoid stirring up shit with people, and to avoid people getting at your throat. but you can never make everyone happy. and technically, people would argue, two minors, even fictional ones, could not legally give consent fictionally, and a fictional minor could not give fictional consent to some over eighteen, and technically, even if the member which the scenario is about is over eighteen, you really have no idea how old the reader is, so you don’t know if they can even give consent and that’s entirely messy there. (pls tell me you can sense my sarcasm on that last bit.)
  • Other Fandoms Really Don’t Care: one thing you will notice that is unique to the kpop fandom, that is probably not a good thing, is this constant nagging about minor smut and sexualizing idols. if you have ever been in other fandoms in your lifetime, which I have, you will notice the 180 difference that will shock you. for example, in the 5 Seconds of Summer fandom, when the band first became popular, 3 of the 4 members were under the age of 18 (they even wrote a song called 18 which entails their frustration of being treated like children when they’re really not, sick of waiting until they turn the age of consent, and I love the message of that song so much that I have a scenario based off of it); anyway, by the time I really became immersed in the fandom, only one of the members was 17, Luke, and people constantly made the joke that he couldn’t read smut/imagines that were written about him that were rated 18+. it was considered a joke to them. which honestly I found funny. and on his 18th birthday, I wish I’d had a dime for every text post/tweet that said “ha! Luke can finally read his own imagines now!” because that was the biggest laugh to the fandom. sexualizing a 17 year old wasn’t taboo at all because they were seen as normal people (and probably because they overly sexualized themselves too.) I also wanna briefly talk about the Harry Potter fandom. this was my first fandom, my home blood, basically, the fandom that raised me. so some of the first smut I ever read gave my the influence that it was normal for people to be writing about 13/14 year olds having sex. (example). Harry Potter is all about the minor years - from ages 11 to 17, at the very latest 18, and when I was reading and exploring fanfic.net unsupervised I came across some very weird very questionable things at a young age and nobody like these keyboard warriors were there vetting these things and harassing these authors constantly telling them what they should and shouldn’t post. and i feel that being uncensored like that was a better experience for me. basically my point is - the content should be out there for people to read if they want to and for them to leave alone if they want to 
  • It’s All Just Fiction: in the end, as I have stated before, it’s all just fiction. and not a lot of people can actually realize that. see, if I write a piece where Jeonghan dies, or even where Jeonghan gets murdered by my reader - that’s okay. no one will accuse me of death slander or of “brutalizing” their idol because they know that Jeonghan IRL is perfect, he’s alive and well, and breathing, and performing just like they want him to. no one get’s pissed off when you write about anything “bad” other than sex (no one even batted an eye lash when I wrote an entire one shot were minor Yeri got black out drunk at a party and had to be transported to a stranger’s house in the backseat of a car.) that’s because sex is taboo. sex is the horrid, awful, no-no thing that we’re not supposed to talk about, apparently now, not even on the internet. smut was my sexual education, but they didn’t talk about sex enough in schools. and I’ll be damned if I have to give an inaccurate education to any of my babies because some idiots on the internet just want me to be another uptight bitch who won’t talk about sex. teenagers have sex. idols have sex. that’s just reality. also, when you think about how fiction works - it’s all just words on a fucking page. if I changed the name Dino to Dean, you’d have no clue who Dean was - the slight change in letters would immediately dissociate this fictional character doing fictional acts from the idol that you love and don’t want me to sexualize. that’s all the author did with 50 Shades of Grey was changed a few names and she never got sued and made millions. isn’t that amazing how fiction works? 
  • Is It Right Or Wrong? 
  • that is the golden question, isn’t it? I personally would not say it’s wrong at all. and if you’re reading this then you probably respect my opinion for being worth something, don’t you? well see, I think of it, no matter what, as being creative, and that’s not wrong. no matter who I was writing about, if the content was violent or sexual or peaceful, if I thought it was good writing of mine, I would be proud of it. the piece of my writing on this blog that I am most proud of is horribly gruesome and violent and I’m still very very proud of it. most people say “oh it’s okay because they’ll never see it” fuck that. at any time I would be proud to let Seventeen or any other idol see the work I have written about them, even the sexual stuff. idols, in real life, might be kinkier than you think, and if they aren’t, it’s still my creative writing and I would hope they can respect that. so no, it’s not wrong. these feelings are natural, these are your emotions, your emotions. take them and channel them into a healthy place - fiction; creativity. 

Originally posted by dwarvenbunnyears

and honestly, fuck the haters. that’s what Mama says. 


late night GTA raywood thoughts/drabble, i guess

So, this is a little something I wrote up for no reason. Um, maybe for my 50 follower milestone? It’s really the crew’s view on Ray. It gets super raywood-y at Ryan’s view, which is under the read more tab. Am I ashamed? No. Not at all. 

To Geoff, Ray was the cool neighbor that Geoff would never have. Ray made Geoff laugh and made the gent relax with a calm voice, even in the middle of a particularly stressful heist. Ray was the one Geoff didn’t have to worry about. The man was self-sufficient, never forgot his role in the heist, and never really made Geoff worry. Ray was young, but you could tell he had experience. Geoff would gladly smoke with the lad and discuss any kind of stuff. Ray wasn’t wiry like Gavin, and wasn’t as bitter as Michael. Ray was cool, quiet, smart and comedic. And when it called for it, Ray was serious, solemn and understanding. He could easily judge a situation and help steer Geoff in the right direction. Ray was the man Geoff could trust.

To Jack, Ray was the older kid that helped take care of the others. Ray would always be open to jump up and help Jack. Every morning, Ray would be in the kitchen with Jack, helping make breakfast for six people that ate like monsters. Ray would help Jack clean up the house a bit. Ray would do small things, like keep his room and weapons organized, just to give Jack one less person to worry about. Ray would scold the other Lads if they were getting out of hand. He’d wrangle up Michael and Gavin when they were yelling too loud or to help clean. Ray wouldn’t force Jack into a conversation when they were up in the sky in a huge plane and Jack really just needed to focus on the terrain to get them to the right place. Ray could take care of everyone when Jack was gone. Ray was Jack’s little helper.

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Heathers: The Musical Sentence Starters (Act 2)
  • "There has been a lack of girls climbing in my bedroom window lately"
  • "My teenage angst bull shit has a body count"
  • "Jesus says it's cool"
  • "That was one hell of a fishing trip"
  • "What is that smell in the air? Is that tolerance?"
  • "You don't have to be so smug about it"
  • "This ends right here, right now. Or I'll break up with you."
  • "Fine. We're damaged. But that does not make us wise"
  • "Let's be normal, see bad movies. Sneak a beer and watch TV"
  • "Don't you want a life with me?"
  • "And you're right, it really blows"
  • "Don't stop looking in my eyes"
  • "if you could let me in, I could be good with you"
  • "So what's it gonna be? I wanna be with you tonight"
  • "You're love is too good to lose"
  • "'And they lived happily ever after' You really believe that? You think it's all goes back to normal?"
  • "You know exactly what he is, and you love it."
  • "I think they were murdered."
  • "Well fuck me genitally with a chainsaw"
  • "Nancy Drew is on to you."
  • "It looks like she's going to lady prison"
  • "This is a pretty wild theory..."
  • "My heart knows the truth!"
  • "He didn't write that love note. I did."
  • "The whole school was in on the joke."
  • "Don't you trust him?"
  • "Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast?"
  • "I'm ending our affair"
  • "It might be a bad time to say I faked it every time"
  • "The last guy I slept with killed himself because he was gay for the linebacker.."
  • "Well who made her captain"
  • "You don't deserve to wear our school colors"
  • "You said you would protect her!"
  • "Stupid child proof caps!!"
  • "You're gonna die alone"
  • "If everyone jumped off a bridge, would you?"
  • "If you were happy every single day of your life, you wouldn't be human. You'd be a game show host."
  • "Why are you carrying a gun?"
  • "Where did you get these pictures?"
  • ".....And then he woke up"
  • "He kissed me quick"
  • "He was mine until we his first grade"
  • "Certain boys are for kindergarten, certain girls are meant to be alone."
  • "Why are you pulling my dick? It was your boyfriends idea."
  • "Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably"
  • "You've earned that red shrunchie"
  • "I'll scream and my parents will call the police."
  • "Come out and get dressed. you're my date to the pep rally!"
  • "It's guaranteed they won't see their senior prom"
  • "I was meant to be yours. We were meant to be one"
  • "I can't make it alone"
  • "you were all I could trust"
  • "I'm sorry for being a horrible person"
  • "No one here deserves to die, except for me and the monster I created"
  • "One more dance and than fair well"
  • "Got no time to talk, I'm a dead girl walkin'"
  • "I'd hardly call this a bomb"
  • "I wish your mom had been a little stronger, I wish she'd stayed around a little longer."
  • "I wish you'd come with me"
  • "I wish I had more TNT"
  • "The irony of this is that I never got to write my own suicide note."
  • "I respectfully disagree"
  • "But you aren't beyond repair."
  • "You beat me fair and square"
  • "Hope you miss me, I wish you'd kiss me, then you know I worship you."
  • "Say 'Hi' to god."
  • "You look like hell"
  • "Yeah, I just got back."
  • "Brand new sheriff come to town"
  • "My date for the pep rally kinda blew...me off"
  • "Are there any happy endings?"
  • "High school may not ever end"
  • "One day we'll change the world, but let kick back tonight"
  • "Let take off our clothes and dance"
  • "Maybe we won't grow old and then we'll never die"
  • "We'll make it beautiful"
Letters to the R&I Editor (5x09)

I’m sorry (no, I’m not), but some of the stuff in the comments on TNT’s Rizzoli & Isles Facebook page is too funny to just sit there without a response. I know, I know, I shouldn’t read those comments, but that’s the only way to determine how a new episode has been received by all parts of the audience.
And some people have some very valid questions that do deserve some very serious answers. So, I might as well help those poor folks out. Let’s have a short Q&A, shall we?

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