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Happy early Valentine’s Day! This is for @whimsyalice as part of @aftgexchange!!! Yay!!! I wanted to include all your fave ships/characters, so this is more Foxes nonsense than ships! Hope you enjoy! :) 

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It starts on a Monday. The locker room is a cacophony of chattering voices as the Foxes all arrive for afternoon practice, everyone still thrumming with excitement from Friday night’s win. Neil follows the group in and past the lounge. Allison and Renee have their arms linked and heads bowed together as they make their way into the girls’ changing room. Dan and one of the freshman girls are close behind them, not even pausing their lively conversation as they disappear behind the door. Andrew pushes past the door for the men’s changing room, Neil behind him. Matt and Nicky are hot on their heels and arguing about some television show as Neil makes his way to his locker.

“I’m telling you,” Nicky says. “He’s dead.”

“No way!” Matt argues. “He’s gonna pop up next season. You’ll see.”

“Are you sure we watched the same episode?”

“They can’t just kill off a fan favorite like that!”  

Neil tunes them both out and spins the combination into his locker lock. When he pulls the door open, something falls out and clatters to the floor. There’s a moment where Neil’s heart stutters to a painful halt in his chest, his breath clogging up his throat. Somewhere in the back of his mind, memories he’s long buried try to sink their claws back in. He has to close his eyes for a moment before he can focus again. Neil slowly looks down only to find a plastic knife at his feet. He blinks a few times in confusion before reaching down and picking it up. He turns it over in his hand and sees Justin Mattews scrawled in sharpie across the handle. As far as threats go, this one definitely makes the least amount of sense. Neil gives his brain another minute to come up with a possible explanation, but when it comes up blank, he holds the plastic knife out towards Andrew in a silent question.

“Neil! What’re you doing? You’re not supposed to tell anyone who you have!” Nicky exclaims from across the row of lockers.

“Murder season is finally upon us,” Matt says. “Let the chaos begin and may the best person win.”

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Hey guys! I promised a tutorial so here’s a little one.

I’m just going to explain overall what I did and not go into anything too detailed. Feel free to throw me a question if something is left too unclear!

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My wings are articulated and they’re not attached to my hands in any ways (Though I’m planning to change that by adding a string connected to my hand because my original way of pulling them up didn’t work, they’re too heavy with the feathers).

Here are some pictures of the base:

The idea of articulated wings is that the whole structure moves when you lift/move one part.

As you can see from the picture there are 3 longer and 2 shorter pieces. They’re made out of plywood but I’ve heard that balsa wood is a better option.

There are a total of 7 (14) joints at the points where the pieces of wood overlap. Each wing is attached to the back with a hinge so that I can fold them behind me (Useful in crowds and when walking through doors).

Then there are the feathers, aka the reason I never want to touch scissors again

I used 7m (23 feet) of white felt. I soaked the whole amount of fabric (in pieces) in a mixture made out of glue and water to harden them. It takes at least one or two days for them to dry completely. I forgot to flip some of them around at least once so they got stuck on the floor, dont do that. Cover your floors! I used some big trash bags I found lying around.

I also glued some sticks to the longest feathers after cutting them out to give them more support and to make them look more feathery–like. I made probably 400–500 feathers. I recommend getting your friends to help cutting them if you don’t want to lose your mind :’D

Getting the feathers attached was a tricky part. You can’t just glue them to the base or they’ll be sticking into odd directions when opening/closing the wings.

They need to move around freely so basically I just sticked a loop of wire to each feather. Then I put another piece of wire through it and secured it into place by twisting the two ends together. After that I glued the thing to the frames.

So beautiful! But hey, they aren’t supposed to show. Hot glue is gonna be your best friend at this point.

The biggest feathers are all attached to one big ”ring” made out of thicker wire. Big mess and the backside of the wings.

The feathers are in 3 layers, each layer overlapping the previous feathers:

The primaries and secondaries (1st layer) are painted from both front- and backside. The 2nd and 3rd layers cover the framework so you’re gonna need a lot of feathers over them. Note that wings don’t look the same from both sides!

I used the same technique for attaching the 2nd layer as for the 1st (wire-thingy) but I glued 3 feathers into each other to save time.

The 3rd layer is just glued to the top because will face the right way even if you do so.

When I had attached the feathers they were just hanging straight down (gotta love gravity). I had to do something to get them to lift up when I open the wings so I sewed them together. There goes a thread in the middle of each feather giving the wings also a maximum opening point (which is pretty big). I made some knots that the thread doesn’t slip away.

You won’t be able to do anything with these if you can’t get them on. I made a harness that you put on like a backbag through a hole in the shirt.

And woop, there it is! A pair of hella big articulated wings.

A picture of them closed

…aaand open.

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Some notes!

– This is kind of obvious but making wings like this is expensive and time consuming. I used probably around 100€ for the materials and the hours I’ve spent on this project are also close to a hundred (2 weeks of working from 10AM to 8PM or more, ugh)

– If you decide to do something like this please be careful not to strain yourself too much! I was crouching on the floor for many days in a row and my back and knees hurt like hell in the evenings. Also my right hand still hurts from bending all the wire although it’s been a week already.

– You’re gonna need space. No, not a small corner with a little table, I mean a huge amount of space. For the most of the time you need to work with the wings open (on a floor unless you have an enormous table), and mine are twice the size of me! tho I’m a 16–year–old short girl The wingspan is around 4+ meters, so, yeah. Of course you could always make smaller ones which I really do recommend.

– Surprise, this is also really messy! Especially the feathers make a big mess and you’re gonna get little pieces of felt stuck everywhere.

– This requires some sort of knowledge of using different tools. And skill. Feel free to challenge yourself but this isn’t the easiest sort of thing to do. It was hard even for me although I’ve made a pair of (still) wings before.

– These were surprisingly easy to wear around the convention even though the place was small. They are pretty heavy but not too much to not be able to wear them for 2 days straight.

– I bet that there are a lot better ways to do some parts and I’m fixing them & updating this tutorial when I can figure out better alternatives. (Also if you can think of something before me, send me a message!)

I hope that this was at least somewhat useful although it’s not really detailed. If you do make something inspired by this I’d love to see the results. Also it would be great to put a link to this so that other people can also get help making a pair uvu

Edit: Check out also my “davesprite cosplay” tag at my blog for more information!

anonymous asked:

sometimes i think about what could have made me like sc*tt. like. s1&s2 sc*tt definitely had his faults- esp. wrt his treatment of derek- but i think he definitely could have developed as a person from there and had a rly interesting character arc? like real personal growth and shit. it gets harder after master plan. is there a way that episode could have gone down the way it did and still made him a likable character after that? is there any apology he could give that would suffice?

cont. - like im not sure of the answer, but id love to see someone manage it. i don’t know if ive ever come across a fic that manages to redeem him from that moment while still acknowledging it. most fics either dont forgive him for it or they just sort of ignore it. for me tho, i think the real breaking point for sc*tt is the true alpha storyline. after that i don’t think there was anything they could have done for him to make him an interesting or likeable character. that storyline ruined it.

I think one of the biggest places where people take issue with Scott –– and this doesn’t mean they hate him or he’s a horrible human being (although some people feel that way too, and are entitled to it), but where many people see Scott falling short as a character is in that the show seems to have decided that “main character” or “hero” should mean perfect, and that’s just… that’s not good for character development, for plot building, or honestly, for a character’s likability.

Characters need to grow to be engaging. And people grow by making mistakes, learning from them, and moving forward. Scott’s mistakes, his flaws as a human being (and yes, he has flaws, everyone does, that’s not character assassination, that’s just fact) are really never addressed. He isn’t made to apologize for the things he does wrong (and why should he, honestly, since no one around him recognizes his problematic behaviors and calls him out on them) or face any apparent payment for them. This compared to the rest of the characters in the series, who are called out on their mistakes –– either by other characters or by consequences in canon. I always use Derek as a comparison, because there are a lot of straightforward parallels, such as the key moments with Isaac. Derek throws a glass at Isaac to get him to leave the loft. We know that’s an absolutely shitty thing to do, it reads immediately on both Isaac and Derek’s faces, and as consequence Derek loses Isaac as a pack member. That’s some hardcore, immediate reaction showing people in the scene and in the audience that This Was Not An Ok Thing To Do. The fact that Derek knew it wasn’t ok as he was doing it, and that he did it on purpose to get Isaac to leave for his own safety, does not make the behavior alright, and Derek acknowledges and pays for that behavior in the permanent loss of Isaac as a housemate and pack member.

When Scott, a short time later, throws Isaac into a wall in a moment of jealousy, it should, on the surface, seem to strike a fairly close parallel. We have Isaac’s Alpha, someone in a position of power over him, physically lashing out at him in some way. But in this instance, neither Scott nor Isaac react much to it, Isaac continues to go on living in Scott’s house and remaining a member of his pack, and there is just… no real follow up to that moment. And while I understand how that can lead some viewers to dismiss the moments as not being parallel (Isaac wasn’t upset there, so clearly Scott’s behavior is acceptable), what I and many viewers are instead left with is the message that Derek lashing out is unexpected and unacceptable, Scott lashing out is expected and acceptable, and that makes him… more heroic?

In season five I believe there finally was a moment between Stiles and Scott where Scott seemed to be being called out on his behavior, but even that came off as very “I’m flawed and you can’t understand that because you’re perfect,” which is… it’s how Scott sees himself, and it’s how the writers seem to see him, but A) that fails to acknowledge the ways in which he is flawed –– meaning that he can’t learn from and improve upon those flaws –– and B) makes for an incredibly un-engaging character. How can we identify with perfection? How can we root for perfection? And how can we fully get on board with someone we are told is perfect, when we can look at them and point out a dozen instances where they weren’t?

This is my major issue with Scott’s character. That we are told he is perfect when we see he isn’t, that he has a double standard of being excused from all of his bad behaviors when the characters around him aren’t, and I do think this connects very much to the True Alpha problem (I got another ask about my thoughts on that so I’ll answer that in more detail separately), because it’s just another level of saying “Scott is a better man, werewolf, and person in general than everyone else.”

Ok, now after all of that, how do I think Scott could have been improved and made more likable for many critical viewers? To be honest, for me it would have been really simple. Include moments where he apologizes for things. That’s… really, honestly, all I would have needed. Because like I said, I’m not looking for perfect characters. Scott acknowledging that he screwed up now and again would make me ecstatic because it would mean that he’s learning and growing and is trying to become better, and that makes for an amazing character arc in any show. If Scott had done the exact same thing in “Master Plan,” except when Derek asked why Scott didn’t tell him Scott had said “I’m sorry… I was afraid if I told anyone then Gerard would find out my plan. And I couldn’t risk that, my mom was in danger” then bam. I would have had a complete turnaround on my attitude toward him in that moment. He would have been humanized, we would have seen that he was in a tough situation, and he would have become more sympathetic by sympathizing with the shitty thing he’d done to Derek. Honestly, that simple.

Lord Buttface the 3rd.

For Shadowhunters AU Mondays! (warning: this is awful rip)

Pairing: Malec.


It’s a Monday like any other, just that it’s quite hot outside which means what any barista fears when your coffee shop is not doing as well as you expected: less customers. And it also meant that Isabelle was going to bail on him to go out with her ginger girlfriend what’s-her-name.

Alec rested his chin on his palm and looked around the room at the three lonely customers that sat with their coffee minding their own business. The shop was usually more crowded on colder days or special holidays, as it attracted the clients for its aesthetically pleasing atmosphere. Both Alec and Izzy decided on the furniture and the environment together, applying old looking stuff and books here and there.

He never thought he would end up as a barista or let alone his own coffee shop but things happened, and here they were months after the opening, struggling to pay the bills at times but enjoying the process somehow.

And just when the images from the opening came to him, the front door opened and the bell hanging from the top of the threshold jingled with the promise of a new customer -or his sister looking for something she left.

But no. It was him. Beautiful, well-dressed and with biceps that could kill, the only regular customer whose name he still didn’t know.

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Some thoughts...

Alright, I’ve given this a couple of days, mostly because I’ve been upset and angry over the whole thing (and still am) but am more reasonable in moving to talk about it.

This contains Supernatural spoilers, so, just be aware.  It is also quite long (I’m a writer okay?  It’s expected).

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Is Love Enough (part 6- fluffy finale)

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Summary: Crowley visits Sam and Dean while possessing your body.


A/N: This is the fluffy finale. There is an alternative angst finale as well because I couldn’t decide which way to go; so I wrote both. Sue me. (Pls don’t, I have no money) Master tag list is at the end; let me know if you’d like to be added.

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anonymous asked:

Aside from Sara, who in the dctv universe do you think len would be attracted to/consider pursuing something with?

That’s really hard to say? 

And attraction is very different from genuinely considering pursuing something. Who he’s attracted to could be any number of characters and we’d never really know, because most people don’t act on every (or even most) passing attraction(s)?

So I’m approaching this from the angle of “who would he genuinely consider pursuing or try to pursue” and my answer is coming up pretty short (sticking to canon, that is, because I can ship a lot in fandom).

Because with Sara, a few preconditions (after basic attraction) were also met? She’s single, she’s a badass who can hold her own in a fight, she’s more morally grey than most of the heroes he’s met so far, and she has her own checkered past and demons that she wrestles with. They’re working together closely and he knows he can trust her to have his back and that she has a huge loyalty to all of the team. She demonstrates (in S1) great emotional insight into others and cuts right through (his) bullshit but she’s typically non-judgemental about it. She doesn’t try to change him but she does expect him to be authentic and a better version of himself.

Aside from shipping coldwave (which I think is super canon-plausible), I can’t really see him pursuing anyone else on the Legends voyage. Jax is too young and too much like a younger brother (or son, given their ages…), Stein is married and their personalities would clash, Len and Rip are too at odds and Len doesn’t trust him, same with Ray tbh?, and Kendra seems pretty uninterested in Len and Mick and sees them as the dangerous criminals on the team. I think Len would find her too sweet for him? And he’d fine Nate too frustrating/annoying. 

Of all the Legends, I can see him maybe having a thing for Amaya, to be honest, once he got to know her. Once she showed her (moral) flexibility a bit and they found a way to joke with each other. But I think he’d find her a bit strict? And maybe not easy to connect with or open up to.

For Arrow…it would be hard to me to see him with any of the Arrow ladies. Thea is too young and he would not at all be her type. Felicity is too… earnest? And would need more from him emotionally than he’s ready to give. Laurel comes the closest, but her moral compass and her being a DA make me think they might not actually get along much. 

For the men… haha, I can’t decide if it would work perfect or be a complete and utter trainwreck to have him and Oliver together. I feel like they are too similar in certain regards, which would leave them often at odds and in competition. And by another token, Oliver has done a lot of killing (low-level) criminals and I think Len would see him as a deadly agent of justice and it would take a while to get around that reputation. And Digg wouldn’t put up with Len’s shit in the slightest (plus Digg is [was?] with Lyla) so… idk. 

Which leaves us with Flash characters. Caitlin is an immediate ‘no’ because she wouldn’t be attracted to a guy like him at all. She likes guys who work out and who compliment and spoil her a little, guys that make her feel safe and protected and talk softly to her and she wouldn’t be comfortable with Len and his coldness. (And yes I ship her and Mick…). Iris seems unlikely because she was pretty scathing of him, and she needs honesty in a relationship, like a lot (with Eddie and now with Barry) and I don’t see that as something Len could really provide her with, and he’d be exhausted even trying to. I can see her lecturing him a lot and him not having any of it.

I can see Len being compatible with either Barry or Cisco though, to be honest. Not that he’d ever genuinely pursue anything with either of them, based on canon. Barry is his enemy, but he’s got most of the same checklist as Sara does: badass, surprisingly morally grey and has plenty of personal demons, has worked with Len and can see through and cut through his bullshit but does so while having rapport instead of being preachy. With Cisco… Len’s straight up admitted he likes Cisco, and he loved the alias Cisco gave him. Cisco is badass, clever, gorgeous, and has his own moral greys that crop up sometimes. He’s also funny and I think Len would really enjoy having him around. I can’t say if it would ever end up in flirting and romance territory, but I can just see them hitting it off.


But yeah, sorry dude, if we’re sticking hard to canon, the answer is pretty much that he wouldn’t genuinely try to pursue any of them (except Mick, who is already his husband).

The New Trainee//Im Jaebum

Pairing:Jaebum x reader

Genre: Fluffy fluff fluff

Summary:You’re a new trainee at JYP, and you catch someone’s eye.

Author’s Note: I wrote this for the cutest, loveliest Jaebum stan I know, who is currently sleeping bUT I wanted to make her smile and I know Jaebum makes her smile more than anything, so here you go @imsarabum , I love you~

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(Y/BF/N)- Your best friend’s name. (And Sara when you read this istg if my name is not in this queue you will be murdered jUST SAYING)

xoxo Sara

You had been a new Trainee at JYP, along with your best friend, (Y/BF/N), for only a few months now. You were a foreigner, recruited to JYP for your voice, something you never really showcased unless it was through Soundcloud. You were recruited by other companies as well, such as BigHit, but you chose JYP for one certain reason.

And of course, if you were going to move to a new country, you were bringing your best friend with you. JYP let her try out, too; her also being a foreigner, her being able to rap very well in Korean was something that JYP loved.

They weaved in and out of new trainees for months, looking for girls to complete the girl band they were planning to set up. You and (Y/BF/N) went to the studio everyday regardless, practicing dances for other bands that you were going to cover until you had made your own mini album, or a song or two at least.

“(Y/N),” (Y/BF/N) yelled to you over the music that you were blasting in your small practice room, “mind turning that down? I can barely hear myself think.”

“You think?” you gasped, putting your hand over your mouth, “That’s a shocker.”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” she hushed you, throwing her hand up as she looked down at her book, “I’m trying to study more Korean terms, as you should too. Wouldn’t want you getting lost in Seoul by yourself again, now would we?”

“That was once, (Y/BF/N),” You groaned, picking up the remote to the stereo and pausing the song you were currently practicing to, grabbing your waterbottle from off of the floor and squatting down in front of her.

“Once too many, if you ask me,” she giggled, pushing your shoulder gently as her eyes widened.

“Yah, (Y/N), it’s Jaebum-Sunbaenim!”

Your head whipped towards the direction she was looking at, to find that there was no Jaebum there.

“That was a dirty trick,(Y/BF/N),” you scolded her as she laughed, taking the opportunity to push her over so she fell against the cold wooden floor.

Your best friend knew that you had a thing for Jaebum of GOT7, as she had a thing for one of their members as well. She never let you live it down that he was the only reason that you were at JYP, and not at some place like BigHit. You hadn’t loved Jaebum since you started listening to GOT7, but somehow, he caught your eye and he kept your focus on him and on him only after that. With his killer smile, soft laugh, gentle and caring but comedic nature, you couldn’t help but fall for the leader.

“Y-You, you should have seen your face!” She giggled softly, standing up slowly and leaning her hands on her knees, “you, you were like ‘O-OH MY GOD’ mentally, but I swear that I heard it come from your mind!” She squeezed her eyes shut, now standing up and throwing her head back as she continued to giggle, “O-Oh, I can’t breathe! I need drink.” She pretended to wipe away tears as she walked towards the door.

“Hope you choke on it,” you said, taking the remote to the stereo again as you stood.

A moment of silent washed by.“Oh, H-Hi Sunbaenims,” You heard your best friend say from behind you, earning a soft laugh to escape your lips.

“Oh, I am NOT fooling for it again. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice and I just look like a big blushing idiot.”

“Sorry if we interrupted anything.”

You felt yourself freeze in your spot, knowing that voice anywhere. Your eyes wandered to the mirror, looking behind you to see the boys of GOT7 standing behind you in the doorway.

“O-Oh, hi Sunbaenims,” you repeated (Y/BF/N)’s words as you bowed softly, cheeks flushing as (Y/BF/N) looked at you, blushing as well, but finding it hard to contain her laughter.

“Hi,” they all greeted simultaneously, Jaebum slowly emerging from the small crowd, “JYP told us that you two were going to be a part of an all girl group, so we wanted to stop by and welcome you to the JYP family.”

“That’s very kind of you,” you smiled gently, cheeks flushing as Jaebum continued to stare at you. You were at a loss for words; barely even able to speak, the few words that you were barely able to mutter enough to let your best friend know that you were now in full panic mode and in need of assistance.

“(Y/N) has had troubles with her throat lately, but she took off her mask because it didn’t allow her to breathe as she was practicing too hard.” your best friend said, completely saving your behind as she walked over to your bag that was sat against the mirror, opening it and grabbing the mask you had always kept in there just in case, tossing it to you as she pretended to scold you. “I told her not to work so hard. I was just going to get her a drink when you all walked in.”

“Ah,” Jaebum nodded softly as you slid on your mask, “Okay.”

“But, she was talk-“ Yugyeom began to speak, but your best friend turned around to face him, frantically signaling for him to stop talking behind Jaebum’s back, making the other boys giggle and cover his mouth.

“Well, i’m sorry you’re not feeling well,” Jaebum said, pouting softly, “We were all wondering when you were going to find out who your other band members were.”

“We find out which girls are going to join us tonight,” (Y/BF/N) said softly, walking over to stand next to you, “but even with all of the trainees we were training with, we all agreed that if we were thrown into a band with (Y/N), that she would be the leader.”

Jaebum smiled softly, taking your hand, “Well, from one leader to another, goodluck with recording and practicing. It can be frustrating, but it’s all worth it in the end when you debut.”

You felt your cheeks turn a bright crimson, thankful that your mask covered your deep blush as you nodded, bowing your head slightly.

“Well, we’ll be back again tomorrow to meet the rest of your band then!”


And back they were, greeted by two other girls; Hinimi and Hiyori. They both stood and bowed politely as the boys of GOT7 walked through the door, introducing themselves before both you or (Y/BF/N) had any time to speak.

“Oh, how rude of us yesterday, we didn’t introduce ourselves,” (Y/BF/N) Said, smiling as she bowed to the boys yet again, “I’m (Y/BF/N), i’m the lead rapper and small maknae of the group.”

“Really?” Mark smiled widely, “Can you rap for us?”

(Y/BF/N) looked at you softly, seeing that you were almost in hysterics that you had to introduce yourself to GOT7, as you had never really introduced yourself to anyone besides JYP and the girls of your group before.

“If you want. I can actually rap to Bambam’s part in most of your songs,” she smiled, feeling as you silently thanked her for yet again buying you time to breathe and calm down.

Once she finished, you finally felt comfortable. “I’m (Y/N). I’m a strong vocalist, as well as the leader of the group.” You smiled softly as you introduced yourself, eyes wandering over all of the boys, but staying fixed when they landed on Jaebum.

“(Y/N),” Jaebum nodded at you, smiling, “lovely name.”

You felt your cheeks flush at his comment, watching as all of the boys smiled from behind him.

“U-Uh, thank you, Sunbaenim.”

Once you were all acquainted with each other, you all sat down and decided to have a chat.

“Hey,” Mark whispered to you, handing you a napkin as the boys started to pass out drinks, “I have something to tell you. Can you talk to me outside?”

“Yeah, sure,” you nodded, standing slowly, Mark following suit.

“We’re going to get drinks!” Mark said, smiling as he walked towards the door and opening it for you.

“But we already ha-“

“OKAY BYEE~” Mark shouted as he shut the door, both of you giggling as you two made your way over to the vending machine area to talk.

“We’re going to go get drinks, while they hand out drinks?” you giggled at him, “nice excuse.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to make you say something, seeing as you get so flustered around Jaebum and all.”

Your eyes widened at his statement, cheeks flushing at even hearing Jaebum’s name. “W-What do you mean?”

“We all heard (Y/BF/N) shout about seeing Jaebum before we came in yesterday,” Mark smirked, “And we all noticed how you got really red when Jaebum stepped from the middle of us. I mean, Jaebum probably didn’t, so don’t worry. He’s quite oblivious when it comes to noticing people’s feelings for him.” You felt yourself sigh softly, but you didn’t let Mark see.

“I just find it comical. Because for the past two weeks, Jaebum has been leaving to get waters from the vending machine, although he always brings one from home.”

“Why would he do that…?” you asked softly.

“Well, he always does it early in the morning,” Mark began, “And, the vending machines are dangerously close to someone’s practice room…”

You began to put the pieces together. (Y/BF/N) never arrives at the studio early, as she wants to sleep in and would rather put her extra practice time in at night. And Mark was right; the vending machines are right outside of your practice room.

“He’s… Been doing that…”

“To see the cute new trainee,” Mark chuckled, “he thought you were really cute when JYP showed us a picture of you two before you and (Y/BF/N) were first picked. We actually kind of helped him pick you guys. Jaebum loves the sound of your voice.”

Again, your cheeks flushed a bright crimson, but this time you had no mask to cover it.

“He’s just really shy to make the first move. Not saying he won’t,” Mark smirked yet again, “Because he’s planning to. But it’s going to be very, veeery subtle, probably unnoticeable. Jaebum isn’t the best at flirting. “

“Okay…” you nodded softly, mind racing as you thought of the possibilities that could happen; What if you didn’t notice his hint? You probably wouldn’t. What if Mark’s just playing?

“We should probably get back,” Mark hummed, you nodding in agreement.

You both went back to the practice room, about to sit in the seats you sat in before, before (Y/BF/N) spoke up. “Yah, (Y/N), my back hurts. I would really appreciate it if you switched seats with me so I can lean my back against the mirror,” she groaned, rubbing the small of her back as she pouted at you.

“Alright…” You hummed, helping her up and taking her seat; right in between Jackson and Jaebum. (Y/BF/N) winked at you, you now realizing that she didn’t have back problems at all; this was her way of trying to get you closer to Jaebum.

You all took a break from practicing that day; just talking with the boys and girls of your group. Bambam , Yugyeom and (Y/BF/N) doing group dances to make everyone laugh.You truly felt like a part of the JYP family, and you loved that you already felt so comfortable with the seven boys, along with your two new bandmates.

“(Y/N),” Jaebum mumbled into your ear, startling you for a second, “I have something for you from JYP. It’s a leaders thing, but I left it in my practice room. Would you come get it with me?”

You felt your cheeks flush, knowing that this is what Mark meant as his ‘very subtle’ hint. You nodded your head softly, swallowing the lump in your throat, “Y-yeah, sure.”

You two snuck out of the room, avoiding all attention besides of (Y/BF/N)’s, who was giving you a thumbs up as you walked away.

“Alright,” Jaebum said as he opened the door to his practice room, “I have a confession.”

“There isn’t a  leaders present.” You stated.

“There isn’t a—wait, you knew?” Jaebum asked, raising an eyebrow at you as you nodded. “Then why did you come with me?”

“A little birdie told me that something like this may happen,” you smiled nervously, feeling your cheeks heat up as you stared at your feet.

“Was that little birdie Mark-Hyung?”

You shrugged softly, “Just a birdie, really.”

Jaebum looked at his feet as well, feeling flustered as he knew that you knew what he was going to do next. “Well… Then you probably know, that I’ve been, uh…”

“Watching me practice?”

“You make it sound creepy, but I swear it isn’t,” Jaebum said frantically, “I could tell you were going to be the leader. You put so much effort into your group, and you have just met half of the girls and haven’t even started recording yet. It’s very admirable.”

You felt yourself blush, unable to contain your smiles as he continued to speak. “I wanted to tell you that. And also…That I think that you’re very pretty…And Mark-Hyung told me that he could tell that you also liked me…” He looked up at you with a slight smile, your eyes widening as you began to feel flustered again.

“And I know we have only really spoken once or twice, but, I’ve heard you sing, and you’re very talented. I want to get to know you more. I was wondering if you would allow me to take you to see a movie, maybe? Or is that too cliche?”

“Well, how are you going to get to know me if there’s a movie playing?” you giggled, making him feel flustered now. “But that sounds very nice.”

“YES, GO HYUNG!” You heard from behind you, Bambam and Marks face pressed to the walls of the practice room, while (Y/BF/N) and Hinimi stood in front of the opened door.

“How did you find us?” Jaebum asked, genuinely confused.

“The walls are glass, my dear,” (Y/BF/N) giggled, gesturing around her to the glass walls of the practice room, as all practice rooms were. (Y/BF/N) walked in with Mark, giving him a high five as they stood in front of you and Jaebum.

“Don’t tell me you had a hand in this?” you pointed at (Y/BF/N), who was now in a full fit of giggles with Mark.

“I met Mark when I was practicing late one night,” she giggled as Mark slung an arm over her shoulder, Jaebum also surprised at this new information. “I just didn’t tell you, and I know you’re probably like ‘what the hell (Y/BF/N), why didn’t you tell me?’”(Y/BF/N) said, trying to imitate your voice, “but look what happened! You should be thanking me.” She said, waving to a fake audience and taking a bow, which made everyone chuckle a little.

“How did you plan this?” You asked softly.

“A magician never reveals her secrets, now does she?”

Tour Fight - Part 2 (Calum Imagine)

A/n: You wanted a part 2 to this, well you demand and I supply :) here it is! I hope you guys like it and as always I would love to hear some feedback?! Keep requesting stuff I love you 💘

TRIGGER: Swearing

Pairing: Calum + Y/n

Part 1 Here!



It’s been 3 weeks.

3 weeks of not having Calum by my side. 3 weeks of him not texting me random memes to cheer me up. 3 weeks of absolute sorrow.

He’s been calling me and texting me and trying to get a hold of me ever since I left that tour bus. Of course I can’t answer. I couldn’t. Because if I did, I know I would go running back into his arms. And that’s not what’s supposed to happen. This isn’t a dream I’m living in. It’s reality. And reality doesn’t have happy endings, remember?

Of course I’ve been reading his texts and the pain that I can feel through them is unbearable.

Y/n. We need to talk. Please just call me back. I need you.

That’s not how I wanted to end things. Actually, I never even wanted to end this because what we have, I know I won’t find anywhere else. You’re it for me.

I know you’re reading this. You’re always on your phone.

Just know one thing. I won’t stop trying. I’m going to keep calling and texting and doing whatever it takes to make you mine again. That’s a promise.

I told him why we shouldn’t be together. He needs to stop because holding onto something that needs to be let go of is one of the most painful things you could do to yourself.

But then again, is it worth it?

I’m not going to lie. I miss him. I miss him so fuckin much it hurts. Ever since I left that day, doubt has been clouding my mind. Did I do the right thing? Did I make a mistake? It had to be for the best, right? I’m losing my goddamn mind. And all I can do is keep quiet and smile, acting like everything is okay. Because that’s the only way I can move on.

Today was Saturday and like always I had nothing planned on my agenda. Not that I wanted to anyway. It’s too early for me to have fun.

I was alone in the apartment when I heard a knock on the door. Ah yes, the pizza that I’ve been shoving down my throat these past few days has arrived.

I went to get my wallet and as I opened the door, that was not what I was expecting to see.

Calum stood with a white shirt and black jacket with his signature black jeans, topped with his adorably cute dark green beanie that I always used to steal from him when we were dating. Were. Ouch. It even hurts when I say it in my head.

I’m sure I was a sight to see as well. My Elmo pajamas with a band tee that of course belonged to Calum adorned my body and the bags under my eyes could be seen from China.

I wasn’t surprised that he was here. I was actually getting worried because knowing Calum, once he makes a promise, he keeps it. But this time I couldn’t let him do that.

I went to shut the door but of course he wasn’t having any of it. He put his foot in the limited space of what was left and pushed his way through.

I sighed and closed the door, following him through my apartment. Looks like he’s coming in.

“Calum what do you want?” I questioned as he started pacing the room, hands on his face rubbing his tired eyes. I felt bad that I was the one to cause this Calum to surface. Because the one I knew always had a light of energy radiating off him every time he walked into the room.

“I don’t understand.” He simply spoke, stopping in his tracks and finally facing me.

“Cal-”

“No.” He interrupted. “You’ve said what you’ve wanted to say, which was complete bullshit by the way, so now it’s my turn. Just listen okay?” He sighed looking at me.

I nodded and let him continue.

“What you said that day on the bus fucking crushed me.” His voice wavered but he tried to compose himself the best he could so that he could continue. “You walked out on us like it was nothing. I have loved you through everything and you don’t even care?” Anger laced his voice as his cheeks started to flare.

“Calum are you fucking serious?!” I yelled getting much more pissed than I thought I would. “I walked out because I thought it would be better for the both of us okay!”

“Bullshit.” He spat out.

I rushed forward and pushed on his chest with little effect considering his chest is sturdy as a rock. “Don’t ever tell me I don’t care about us when you mean more to me than words can fuckin explain.” I pushed him again of little to no avail.

He gripped my wrists to prevent me from hitting him again. “Then why? Why would you bail on something so good? So right? Does this not feel right to you y/n?”

I pulled my arms away from him and turned around running my hands through my hair frustratingly.

“Of course it feels right Calum.” I whispered. “Nothing has ever felt more right than this. I just didn’t want to mess this up okay.” I looked back at him and saw his face change from furious to sympathetic within seconds.

“Baby, I get that you’re scared okay? I know your past and I know that you don’t want to get hurt but you know me. You know I would never do that to you.”

I looked down at my feet playing with the torn up rug that Calum and I bought 3 years ago when he decided to “style” my new place. I missed those times. When I didn’t start doubting what we had and if it would ever last.

I knew he was telling the truth but my damn insecurities kept getting in the way.

I heard him walk closer to me until he was right in front of me. Hesitantly, he put his arms around me careful as ever in case I would either break, or run away.

But I let him. I have been craving his touch like an addiction since the day I left that tour bus. I looked up at him and saw those beautiful brown eyes I missed so much. I wrapped my arms around his torso and laid my head on his chest and his whole demeanor went from tense to relaxed within a second.

“I don’t know what to do Cal.” I cried softly still clinging onto him. “Is this really how it’s supposed to be? This is too good to be true. I’ve never had happy endings in my life before so how do I know any of this is real?”

He pulled away from me and looked me in the eyes. “Hey.” He softly cooed. “This is real okay? Do you trust me?” He asked.

“Of course.” I replied softly. I trusted Calum with my life at this point.

“Do you love me?” He asked again.

“More than anything.”

He stroked my cheek, smiling at my response. “Then we’ll get through this baby. We always do.” He pecked my forehead then down to my nose making me scrunch it up as a chuckle left his mouth.

“These past 3 weeks have been hell for me y/n and I never want to go that long without talking to you or seeing your static face during FaceTime because your wifi is absolutely horrible or when you text me the most random shit ever at 2 am because you can’t sleep. I never want to go through that again okay.” He leaned in finally kissing my lips as I tilted my face up so that he could get better access.

I ran my hands up his back and sucked on his bottom lip earning a light moan from him. I giggled as I pulled away pecking his lips one last time.

“I’m sorry. I thought this would be for the best but I fucking missed you so much Calum it hurt.” Tears were welling up in my eyes again but he quickly pulled me in for a hug again.

“As long as we’re in this together doll, we’ll be fine.” He whispered soothingly running his fingers through my tangled hair. “We will make this last because like I said before y/n, you are it for me. There’s no going back from this and quite frankly, I don’t even want to.” He chuckled.

I laughed with him. The first genuine laugh I’ve had in days. He’s right. This can last. It will. “I love you Cal.” I spoke into his chest.

“I love you more y/n.” And I could hear the smile in his voice. “And hey.” He pulled back looking at me once again. “As far as happy endings go, just know that they do exist. They can exist.” He brushed a stray hair out of my face.

“And mine is with you.”

anonymous asked:

For the three sentence challenge Steve/Tony, Avengers Academy or general college au and something with Tonys prosthesis, fluff :D

(aaaaand now I’ve broken the three sentence rule. who’s surprised? no one? bueller? cool. I went AvAc if you can’t tell <3)

“You made that.” Steve’s hushed voice is the only sound in the quiet dorm room. Probably the whole dorm.

It’s rounding midnight, which means the work hard heroes are already asleep and the party hard heroes are still out and about riding their second wind. Steve leans to the former and Tony to the latter, but they’ve been meeting in the middle for a while now. The idea of staying in on a Friday night had sounded a little weird at first, but once he figured out it meant having Steve’s undivided attention for hours at a time Tony was sold on it pretty quick. Steve’s sold him on a lot of things. Like watching black and white movies together while eating actual popcorn, the kind popped on a stove. Like eating an actual breakfast instead of just cubes of cheese or a protein bar, even if Steve sometimes recommends weird stuff like peanut butter banana toast, which Tony kind of secretly loves now. Like getting to know someone for more than thirty seconds before climbing into bed with them, which Tony had at first considered cruel and unusual punishment and now deeply appreciates. Also, trust. Which is how he ended up taking off his shirt while in Steve’s bed for entirely nonsexual purposes. Anti-sexual purposes, if anything, given the visual appeal of his chest being approximately negative twenty-six.

“Yep.” Tony catches himself scratching at the edge, a nervous tic he’s never quite been able to kill. “In a cave with a box of scraps, so. Pretty brilliant, if not, uh. Aesthetic.”

Steve glances up, the little furrow in his brow appearing as if on cue. “It saved your life, who cares what it looks like?”

“I know,” Tony says quickly, amenably. Steve’s expression doesn’t quite clear.

“I like it, anyway.” Steve reaches out a careful hand. He glances at Tony for permission, and when he nods, Steve brushes his fingertips over the brackets. “Does it hurt?”

“Not really.” Tony shrugs. It’s mostly true. “My lung capacity isn’t great, but it does what it’s supposed to so I can’t exactly complain.”

“You’re really something, Tony,” Steve says in that same hushed voice from before. He does this sometimes, seems amazed that he even knows Tony, like they’re not on such completely different levels they might as well be in alternate universes. Tony’s still not sure how he managed to trick Steve into forgetting that. He tugs his shirt down, feeling embarrassed now despite himself.

“It’s nothing my dad couldn’t do in the same situation. T’Challa could probably do it in half the time. Nat’s pretty good with tech these days too, and now there’s all these magic guys, so it’s really not—”

Steve moves across the bed to kiss him. He kisses with such fervor that for a moment Tony forgets it all entirely, which, to be fair, Tony can recognize was probably the point. When they part Steve keeps their foreheads bumped together, stroking Tony’s cheek with his thumb as he tells him, “No.”

“No…kissing?” Tony questions. That can’t possibly be the answer but it might earn him another kiss. He’s right, even if it’s too quick.

“No as in stop.” Steve holds his face still, like if he says this while making enough eye contact he can get Tony to believe him. “You built something amazing and life-saving out of a box of freaking scraps. I like T’Challa, and Nat, and even some of the ‘magic guys’, but they couldn’t do that. And even if they could—which they can’t—to be honest, I don’t care. I care that you did it.” Steve takes a bracing breath, which is all the warning Tony gets before he says, “I care when you do things more than when pretty much anyone else does anything, because I love you.”

Tony can’t remember the last time he was too surprised to speak. When he does find his voice again, it still doesn’t exactly cooperate with him.

“So you don’t think it’s hideous enough that you never want to touch me ever again?”

Steve chokes on a laugh. Tony hopes that means he’ll be forgiven for not responding immediately with the I love you too so much it hurts please be serious please be serious please be serious pounding like a drum in his head.

But then Steve pauses to think about it, and for a minute that digs right under the reactor and hurts.

“I genuinely, one hundred percent can’t think of anything that could make me never want to touch you ever again. If there is something, we should find out and bottle it up so I can use it in classes and on missions, it’d actually be really helpful.”

Tony’s laughing before Steve can even finish, because what? How can Steve possibly—does he have any idea— “You think it’s hard being around me, have you tried being around you?”

“There’s this thing called a mirror, actually…”

And then they’re both laughing like idiots, until Tony gets a fistful of Steve’s collar and hauls him in for a kiss.

“I love you too,” Tony says eventually, breathlessly. “Obviously. I hope that was obvious.”

Steve grins. “Only about eighty percent of me was panicking, it’s fine.”

“Sorry.” Tony grins back. “I love you?”

“Better.” Steve decides, leaning in to kiss the smile right off his lips.

anonymous asked:

I just.. How do you even play Animal Crossing?? Since I started following you I've learned about things I've never even heard of, can you explain the professional way to play Animal Crossing?

hi nony! first of all, i’m sorry for the late reply while i put this together, but i hope this helps! i’m not sure what you mean by playing acnl “professionally” but i’m assuming you mean obsessively, hahahA. i *will* note that the way i play [trying to fully upgrade all my characters’ houses, get all my villagers’ pics, earn ALL THE BADGES] takes a lot of time. multiple hours playing every day, *every day*. it’s what *i* decided would be my goals for the game, since there’s no real “finish” to the game, so you may decide to go in a completely different direction with your gameplay. figure out *your* goals for the game: whether it’s making the perfect dream town, or growing hybrids, or filling your museum [or all of them!]. that being said, here’s some stuff to get you started and a little deeper into gameplay.

face guide for creating new characters: first and foremost, you have to create your character. other characters can be deleted if you really want to, but your mayor’s permanent. don’t end up with a face you don’t like!

growing hybrids: it’s a combination of technique and luck but this is at least a good technique

making the most of your island trips: YMMV with tree placement [i only have 3 on each side] but that’s up to you, whatever works for you!
[also, on the island, it took me an embarrassing amount of visits before i realized that you talk to the gyroid to get the tools. i kept leaving and going back and wasting a thousand bells each time because i couldn’t figure out how to get the net!]

lazy camper trick: one of the first pwps you should set up is a campsite; you can convince a 10th villager to move in with it, otherwise normally you’ll only have 9, and you can play lots of games like this and for exclusive camper items. but be warned that you can’t demolish and rebuild the campsite somewhere else once it’s built, so choose your location carefully!

diving trick to get more pwp requests

hair guide for shampoodle’s: this and this [i use both of these because the wording on the first isn’t translated right with the english game, BUT it has views of the side/back which is very helpful]. you won’t have shampoodle’s right away, but you can visit another town to change your hair before you unlock it in your town. you can only change it once a day.

plot resetting, aka the bane of my existence. you may or may not want to do this, and then you may or may not want to be super picky about where your villagers plot [only half of camelot has been plot reset, and then i still wasn’t picky as long as they stayed off my paths. plotting in reverie is a nightmare because i have specific spots i want them in.] also, advanced plot resetting techniques.

stalk market turnip trends: most of my mayor’s money has come from turnips [and perfect fruit]. i’ve only traded them a few times, but i’ve turned 100k worth of bells into 450k into 1+ mil each time

when you unlock cyrus [you have to have 100 furniture items and 50 clothing items in your catalog], you can customize a lot of furniture. customnewleaf has been really helpful with knowing what to choose, although don’t be afraid to try different fabrics/patterns if the option’s available! i love customized furniture, most of my houses are full of it!

animalcrossingus just has a bunch of really basic but useful guides, including every month’s brand new and last chance catches!

and i check thonky for pretty much everything that’s in a list [clothing styles for gracie’s fashion checks, holidays and special events, villagers’ birthday present ideas, gulliver’s destinations]

looking for dream villagers? check out this master list of cycling towns [but *ahem* keep in mind that every cycle town has its own rules so be sure to read them before trying to adopt a villager… speaking as someone who runs one of these]. my first town, i wasn’t even *aware* that you could adopt villagers from other towns [i never played the previous games online with people], so i’m always more than happy to go over that with people too :)

there’s a lot more specific stuff in my reference tag, and i’ve written up a few guides myself. and i use this app on my phone to keep track of everything!

i’m not sure if this is what you were looking for, but if it’s not and you have any specific questions about anything else, don’t hesitate to ask! there’s a *ton* of stuff to unpack in the game, which makes for never-ending fun, but i can’t really detail it all in a single post :D

Read Receipts. (Kylo Ren x Reader // Modern AU)

In honor of Star Wars Day!

So. There was a tumblr post that talked about putting on your read receipts just so that the other person knows that you’re ignoring them.

I thought, “Hey. What would happen if Kylo Ren did that to his significant other? Because he seems like the kind of person that would.”

Anyways. I’m not that terrific of a writer. I mess up a lot, so I apologize in advance if you were expecting something really well-written.

This is also my first ever second person POV fic!

(As well as my first ever Star Wars fic. Characters will probably most definitely seem OOC. I apologize in advance.)

I don’t know the universe well enough to write it in the canonverse. (Sorry!)

Title: Read Receipts.

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Rating: T (for language)

(There were also a few Kylo Ren x Reader fics that inspired this one. They’re on AO3. Abstruseness by dilatory. And Not A Fan and Such Kylo Trash by ElmiDol.)

MAY THE 4TH BE WITH YOU.

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I'm not great, but I'm here (Requested)

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x (f)Reader
Request: @browncoatforever: Do you think you could write a Kurt x Fem!Reader story where the reader has like, bad anxiety and panic attacks and a slight depression and Kurt helps her get through it? + Do you think you can use my prompt for one of those? Peter maybe?
Featuring: Charles, Scott, Jean
Word Count: 1737 words
Warning: Kinda angst, panic attack/mention of mental illness being invalid, swearing, fluff
A/N: I usually don’t say this, but feedback would be really nice on this one, especially for the description of the panic attack, thanks! (I just wanna know if you guys relate tbh) 
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@kira-kiralina


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               Peter’s fist repeatedly knocked against your door, he had been doing this for about five minutes and you were getting annoyed. “MAXIMOFF I SWEAR TO GOD!” You shouted, throwing a pillow at the door. You could hear Peter laugh from the outside of your room. You had been in your room for the past few days. Only rarely emerging to eat. Peter wouldn’t admit he was worried, but he was fucking terrified. You had spent almost every waking hour with Peter, and sometimes he’d even sneak into your room at night to cuddle. But then you just sort of disappeared, you became colder and Peter kept overthinking it. Sure, Peter had done this too, pushed everyone away, but he always seemed to get better again, because of you. Now, you didn’t have anyone to help you get better, even if Peter wanted to, he wouldn’t know how. He confides in you, tells you everything, but you? You never wanted to burden Peter with your pain, even though now you had almost no choice.

“Wow does my best friend live in here or Dracula.” Peter joked before flicking your light switch on.

“That’s a little rich coming from you.” You jested, rolling over to see Peter watching you intently.

“Jean said you were sick, but you seem fine. Well I mean you are fine,” You rolled your eyes at him. “But this is different. What, are you skipping class to kiss boys?” Peter laughed.

“Nope fucking ‘em.” You said, watching Peter’s eyes light up with horror. “I’m kidding, Jeez.” You giggled, sitting fully up before shoving Peter.

“Then what’s wrong?”

“I’m just…tired.”

“Oh.”

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anonymous asked:

You accidentally chained your bike to mine and I can’t leave until you get back au percabeth please

A/N: Sorry that it’s so short, but hope you enjoy! This is unbeta-ed so all mistakes are mine! Title Credits to Passenger.

This is celebrating 800 followers on this blog (even though we’re three short, I’m celebrating preemptively). You guys are incredible :)

PATIENT LOVE

Annabeth swears that when she finds the moron that did this, she’s going to punch him in the face. It’s probably the best scenario for him if she’s being honest, considering she’s already cursed his firstborn child to twenty-five years of bad luck and imagined about thirty different ways to murder him. She even knows where she’d hide the body.

(There’s a river nearby and she’d be lying if the thought didn’t cross her mind…)

Her breath comes in puffs around her and every time it does it makes her angry because, oh, it’s ten o’clock at night and hardly forty-five degrees and some asshole chained his bike to hers.

She kicks at the chain with her boot uselessly, cringing in pain as her already frozen toes sting upon impact. Her teeth chatter and she wrings her hands inside her hoodie pocket, wishing more than anything that she had worn a proper jacket or a hat or mittens or something to help her conceal the little body heat she has remaining. She’s probably near hypothermic. She’s probably near death.

She swears that if she dies she will come back to earth as a ghost and haunt this guy’s soul for the rest of eternity.

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lucky number thirteen (black tapes podcast fic)

quick fic written in accordance to all the Black Tapes Podcast canon I know, so the first ten episodes listened to with great passion over the last 48 hours 

In Strand’s life, he’s been punched thirteen times to the face (nine solidly connecting), seven of which were unpleasant but understandable. If you are compiling an account of more general attacks upon his body, the number would be closer to fifty, which sounds more dramatic than it is. Most people don’t know how to fight. Strand, by necessity, does—at least more than the average charlatan outraged at being debunked. As to how many attacks Strand deserved, it would depend on your metric. Without condoning violence as a response to indisputable science, some aggressions certainly more prompted than others. Strand understands human psychology, and the corollary to that is that he should act with some consideration of human psychology in mind. It’s small minds that believe in baseless superstition, and small minds get frightened when confronted with evidence that contradicts their beliefs. Humans on the whole prefer anger to terror, and so fear gets sublimated into aggression which in turn gets sublimated into a fist aimed at Strand’s nose. As he said—unpleasant but understandable.

“Wow,” says Alex. “If this is you being gracious, I get why people punch you so much.”

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anonymous asked:

Can I ask for a tutorial on how you did your navigation page at the moment ? && I'm extremely sorry that this is on anon ( as you said not to ) :c but 'm super shy when it comes to asking for help >x<

nah awww it’s okay! i mainly said it, because it became difficult to answer messages, even more when they were a few hours old and i felt that i was doing them no longer for whoever asked (since i am not able to tag them) but more for whoever sees it on their dash. especially when certain problems were specific and the asker never came back. so i decided to write it down. yours is more general and that’s why i will answer it. however, any future questions should be answered off anon please, especially when problems occur. i can’t solve them three hours later, even worse if you could simply google some questions ( this is not about you nonnie ^^ )

but welp i will just give you a short introduction (hahaha yeah i will try. we both know it will get longer) ;

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I know I have requests to fill and fics to write and cat lawyers to draw, but i just so happened to see something on the pwkm today and I thought of something.

Miles giving Phoenix a collar.

No, no, this isn’t another one of my weird trashy textposts. I want Miles to present Phoenix with a collar post-AJ and personally put it on him. There’s nothing sexual about it. It’s simply a sign of ownership, care, commitment, love.

Now, I know this sounds weird, but bear with me for a while while I explain.

Throughout Phoenix’s life, he’s been repeatedly used, thrown about, and discarded. First came Dahlia, whom he loved with all his heart, who hated him and used him solely for the purpose of evidence disposal. Then Edgeworth who came back into his life, only to betray him and shatter his heart again when he led everyone to believe he was dead. Then came the AJ era and Kristpoph who saw him as nothing but a threat and a toy to be played with and manipulated.

Furthermore, as if this was not yet enough, throughout the seven years in which Phoenix was disbarred, he was left alone, unwanted, forgotten, when he needed help and comfort the most. Larry was nowhere to be found. Sure Maya sent him gifts, but did she ever visit? Did she ever bother to find the time to come down and make sure her best friend was doing alright? And Edgeworth, who seemed to show him such care in T&T, suddenly disappears and doesn’t come back from Europe. Phoenix goes over to “help” Miles a few times overseas, but Miles himself never put in that kind of effort to fly back to help, or even to just keep Phoenix company, to ensure that he wasn’t crying and breaking down every night because of just how awful he felt everyday.

So post-AJ, after Miles finally comes back and settles down since he’s been appointed the new Chief Prosecutor, when he and Phoenix finally start to get closer again, Phoenix finds himself unwilling to begin another relationship with him. Phoenix has been picked up and a whim and thrown aside too many times. He doesn’t want that to happen again. Hell, he doesn’t trust Miles to not do that to him again. And then Miles is at a loss. The prosecutor knows it’s largely his fault that he let this happen to Phoenix, that he personally hurt the man so many times. So he decides to leave Phoenix alone for now. But not leave him alone as in leave him completely, no. He drops the notion of a relationship so that he can properly spend time with Phoenix, to be a real friend to Phoenix for once in his life.

Some time passes before Miles finally brings the topic up again. Miles says that he understands if Phoenix refuses him again and that he will hold no grudges. This time, it is Phoenix who is most distraught. After all this time, he’s come to realise that he still loves Edgeworth, that he wants to give the man another chance, but he can’t. He cannot afford to be simply forgotten and tossed aside again. He knows he will not be able to take it.

Then Miles produces a box and presents it to Phoenix. It’s a velvety square box, one that looks like it would hold a necklace of some sort. Phoenix is hesitant, but he accepts it, and very slowly cracks it open to take a peak. At first, he doesn’t believe what he sees, so he then opens it fully to take a good look at the gift. It’s an embroidered maroon collar, soft to the touch, with a golden tag on the front in the shape of his attorney’s badge with his name engraved on it.

Phoenix doesn’t understand.

Miles looks nervous before he begins to explain, and then Phoenix finally begins to understand.

Miles had Pess, the only thing Phoenix had ever seen Miles wholeheartedly care for and love unconditionally. To Miles, this collar was a representation of all the love and care he could ever give. Additionally, Miles knows how much Phoenix has been hurt, he knows how much he fears abandonment. The collar is a mark of ownership, of commitment, a sign that Miles was taking Phoenix in to never let him go again.

It might be a little strange, but that collar is Miles’ promise to him.

With trembling hands, Phoenix gives the box back to Miles, and the prosecutor looks disappointed. But Phoenix then quickly shakes his head and grabs Miles’ hands/wrists, asking Miles to put the collar on him. He wants Miles to do it himself. At first, Miles just looks shocked, then joy and relief washes over him and he quickly and gladly agrees.

Phoenix instinctively bows his head as Miles removes the collar from the box and gently clasps it around the attorney’s neck. Then Phoenix swallows and takes in a deep breath, trying to will his tears away. But once Miles is done, he gently pushes Phoenix’s chin up so that he could meet the lawyers eyes. Then that fond smile Miles gives him is too much and Phoenix feels the warm tears finally roll down his cheeks

PROMPT #4 (I KNOW I WAS GONE FOR A WEEK I KNOW GAAH I'M SORRY)

Well, nonnie, your wish is my command! :D

I have to say this is the LONGEST prompt I have ever written so far - they’re just so much happening! XD

I kinda liked what I did at the end so I guess I’m happy. :)

Ooh, and I decided to post a prompt every week so you guys can get a little #ashdrew prompt for every 7 days! :D

So, enjoy. <3

P.S. I’m uploading another one later which I like really much too, so keep yourselves updated! ^_^

Prompt 4: Ashdrew + Interns?!

It is yet another sunny day in California.

Which means the interns (aka BuzzFeed babies) will be in the BuzzFeed headquarters any minute.

They’ve been planning these internship sessions all month last month, making sure to not miss a single thing. From marketing values to basic video editing techniques, they’re pretty much all done and ready to go.

Eugene and Ned took full charge of the crew, handing out clipboards, yellow circular name tags, and spare pens (not to mention bark at people who were not paying attention). “Alright, the BF babies are gonna be here any minute, so you mofos need to go where you’re supposed to be in, like, 10 minutes!” Eugen barked, with Ned echoing, “10 minutes guys!”.

Andrew scanned his clipboard one more time to know exactly what he’s doing. It read:

BF BABIES ASSIGNMENTS AKA PEOPLE IN CHARGE

SECTION 1: Main Hall, Website Editing + Article Writing

Ned, Allison, Gaby, Zach

SECTION 2: Room 203, Marketing 

Keith, Chris

-BREAK-

SECTION 3: Studio 1, Video Production

Eugene, Andrew I., Kenny

SECTION 4: Studio 2, Video Production Pt. 2

Ella, Ashley, Sara 

SECTION 5: Room 186, Video Editing

Quinta, Justin, Andrew G. 

-LUNCH-

SECTION 6: WING IT IDK ABORT

Hmm, maybe I could stop by Section 4 later since it’s just next door…

“Hey,” a familiar voice came from up behind him and interrupted his thoughts. The owner of the voice donned a grey BuzzFeed sweatshirt and black jeans, and a yellow circular nametag identical to his which said ‘Ashley’ in black, bold letters. “Eugene says to set up equipment for after break.”

He smiled. “Uh, yeah thanks.” Ashley smiled back, opened her mouth to say something - only to be interrupted by Eugene’s announcement. 

“FIVE MINUTES! MOVE YOUR ASSES TO YOUR SECTIONS AND LET’S DO THIS!”

“Good luck,” Ashley mouthed towards Andrew with a wink. He chuckled and did the same - they always did that for every set of interns. It was almost their tradition to do that ever since they trained interns. It really gives a nice nudge to start the day.

The crew dispersed and then they were off.

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{NaruSasu Collab fic} “Birthday boy” part 2

A/N: So here’s part two! My turn to start off the post hehe… I promise we’ll make a final post later where it’s easier to read than now, and ofc post it on ao3 and ff.net. But for now you’ll have to make do! 

Part 1
@maneki-n-e-k-o‘s drawing inspiring the whole thing:3 

Enjoy!

Sasuke knew every secret spot where Naruto was ticklish. It was one of the perks of being childhood friends – and it seemed nothing had changed as he poked at Naruto’s sides.

“Oh my god Sasuke, please stop!”

But how could he, when he had Naruto squirming underneath him, laughing until there were tears in his eyes. Sasuke had missed this, badly. He missed goofing around, just letting loose and having fun together with Naruto.

He did not, however, miss Naruto talking to Itachi and Shisui behind his back.

“Just give up,” he ordered Naruto, trying his best to stay upright as Naruto clawed at his arms and desperately tried to push him off while also protecting his phone.

“Never,” Naruto wheezed out, glaring weakly at him.

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