i'm sorry if there is any typos

a little rant

it breaks my heart to know and realize that kenta had to perform on mcountdown knowing that he was eliminated still he delivered such an amazing performance and did his best as always, there was a photo of kenta crying after the performance and it makes me cry so much because he knows that it’s his last stage, that he won’t be able to perform on stage anymore 😭 the fact that he told mnet to give him screen time yet he got nothing and kenta kept getting cut off makes me so mad because mnet was so terrible and awful to him since the start, and now he got eliminated and we didn’t even get to see his last words?? they have always showed him crying whenever the trainees were eliminated and kenta was saying goodbye to them but with kenta getting eliminated we got nothing….NOTHING i swear mnet can choke i hate this bye

VOMIT WARNING (I know some people don’t like that, so just a warning)

Because I’m spiraling into a Voltron writing obsession, here’s another college AU, based loosely on my own experiences ayyyyyy *finger guns*

(Also you should definitely send me some prompts because I want to write more Voltron but don’t know what else to write)

“So I was thinking we could-” Keith started, but was once again, for what must have been the hundredth time today, cut off by Lance.

“-Hey, have you guys seen that video?”

Keith and Hunk groaned in frustration.

Shiro sighed. “You did it again, Lance.”

Keith let out an exasperated sigh. “Lance! You can’t keep-Lance! I’m talking to you. Will you pay attention for like, FIVE minutes? Or even TWO?”

Lance snapped his attention back to Keith. “Hmm?”

Keith clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling in his chest. Lance was completely unable to focus. On ANYTHING. He had been distracted and disruptive all day, bouncing off the walls and going off on tangents that were completely unrelated to what anybody was talking about.

Keith was exhausted just trying to keep up with him. Even Shiro, ever patient Shiro, was growing frustrated with him.

“What’s WITH you today?”

“I…uh…too much coffee, I guess.” Lance said, glancing around uncomfortably before hopping out of his seat and grabbing all his stuff.

“Lance, what’s going o-”

“-I have to go do homework!”

Keith, Shiro and Hunk watched as Lance hurried off.

“What…was that?” Hunk asked. “I mean he’s always been…crazy but not like THIS.”

“Uh…coffee, apparently.” Shiro frowned.

Lance burst into his room, his heart pounding in his chest. He was just annoying everyone, but he couldn’t help it. He tried, he tried SO hard, but he was completely and totally unable to focus.

He had completely forgotten to take his medication this morning, and he didn’t realize it until nearly five PM, and by that time it was too late. If he took it now, he wouldn’t sleep that night, and he needed to sleep.

He knew it was a lost cause, but he was going to try and get some studying done.

Instead of studying, he found himself spinning in his desk chair, staring up at the ceiling to count the tiles.

While he was spinning, some Velcro from one of his projects caught his eye, and before he knew it, he was taping half of it to the wall, and half to his hands.

Keith walked in right as he was about to launch himself off the bed and onto the wall.


“Yes, roomie?” Lance asked, bouncing up and down on the bed lightly.

“What the hell are you doing? Get down!”

“I wanted to be SpiderMan.”

“You wanted to be spider-get down!” He cried, throwing his hands in the air. “I thought you were studying.”

“I was going to…but then I got sidetracked.” He said, slowly coming to a standstill.

“Okay, this,” Keith said, gesturing from the wall to Lance, “is NOT a good idea. Seriously.”

Lance sighed. “Yeah I guess you’re right - hey have you seen that video?”

Keith pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t…you need to be a bit more specific. What video are you talking about?”

“The…uh…guy who ate weed brownies and thought he was dead. Ooh! There’s this really good show on Netflix. The Flash, have you heard of it?Season one isn’t great, but it gets better. Have you watched it?”

Keith blinked. “No, I haven’t. Lance, are you alright?”

“Peachy. Why?”

“You’re all over the place, man.”

Lance’s face hardened, and he got off the bed and went to sit at his desk. “I told you. I had too much coffee.”


Keith sat on his bed, facing Lance. 

He watched as Lance struggled to calm himself enough to focus. 

He watched as Lance tapped his pencil on the desk incessantly and rolled back and forth in his chair while he stared at his laptop. He must have gotten up fifteen times to go walk to their mini fridge and walk back to his seat.

Then, Lance straightened in his chair and pressed a hand to his stomach. A grimace crossed his face and he stood up.

“Lance? Are you okay?”

“Stomachache.” He bit out, gritting his teeth as he climbed into bed.

Keith frowned. “Are you going to be sick?”

“I don’t…maybe.” He groaned.

“What happened? You were fine literally a minute ago.”

“I’m fine. Leave me alone.” He groaned, curling into himself as tightly as possible.


“-I’m FINE. This happens a lot. Leave me alone.”

“What do you mean?” He demanded. “Do you need to see a doctor?”

Lance let out a heavy sigh. “I have…nnngh…I have ADHD.”

“That…what does that have to do with your stomach?”

“I forgot to take my meds. This is a side effect.”

“Oh shit.” Keith said, his eyebrows shooting up. “Do you need anything?”

“I just need to…r-ride it out.” He groaned, gripping the blankets and writhing in pain. Sharp, stabbing, cramping pains were shooting across his abdomen in waves.

“Are you sure?”

Lance just groaned in pain, pressing his face into the pillow.

“Okay, I’m calling Shiro.”


“-it’s not up for discussion, Lance.” He said firmly.

Lance whimpered in pain, squeezing his eyes shut.

Keith dialed Shiro’s number, keeping his eyes on Lance.

“Hey, Keith.”

“Shiro, we need you over here.”

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s Lance.”

“What happened with Lance?”

“He has a really bad stomachache…he’s writhing in pain in bed and I don’t know what to do.”

“Does he have a fever?”

“I don’t-Lance, do you have a fever?”

“No, idiot. I don’t have a fever.” Lance spat. “I’m not SICK, you don’t need to call Sh-Shiro…I’m f-ngggh.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t have a fever.”

“Give him something for the pain, I’ll be there soon.”

A wave of nausea rolled over him, and he got out of bed and made a b-line for the bathroom.

Lance slammed the door shut, and leaned over the toilet to empty his stomach. When he emerged from the bathroom, pale and shaky, Shiro was there.

“Are you alright?” He asked, pressing his hand to Lance’s cheek.

Lance batted his hand away. “I’m fine.”

Throwing up almost always brought relief when this happened. He felt mostly better, his stomach still hurt but it was nowhere as bad as before.

“You’re not fine.” Shiro said, shaking his head. Lance groaned, thoroughly irritated at all the attention he was getting.

Keith pursed his lips. “He says it’s a side effect from not taking his medication.”

Shiro frowned. “What? What medication?”

Lance clenched his jaw. “I have ADHD. I forgot to take my medication and that’s why I was so unbearable today.”

“Lance, you weren’t-”

“I annoyed you…I know I was.  I knew when I kept cutting you off.  I know how annoying I get when I don’t take them…I tried really hard to stop…to be normal, but I couldn’t.  I’m sorry.” Lance said, his eyes filling with tears. 

“Look,” Shiro started.  “I’ll admit…I was getting frustrated.”

“Me too, but dude, it wasn’t just that you were annoying.  We knew something was up, you’re not usually this…uh…”

“All over the place.” Shiro supplied. 

“Yeah, that.  You’re not usually all over the place like this.”

“We were just worried.” 

Lance looked at them.  “You were?”

Both Shiro and Keith nodded.  “Yeah.”

Lance sighed.  “I don’t really tell people,..ever.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell us?” Shiro asked. “We’re your friends. Did you think we’d judge you?”

“Well…yeah…kind of.” Lance muttered, bringing his eyes to the floor.

Keith shook his head. “Why would we judge you for that? So what? What…uh…is ADHD?”

Lance rubbed his forehead. “Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. I can’t focus, basically. Look, as much as I’d love to continue this…health lesson…I’m exhausted.”

Shiro nodded. “Yeah…thank you though, for telling us. We don’t think any less of you, you know.”

Lance hung his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “I appreciate that, thanks.”

“Get some sleep, feel better.” Shiro said, clapping him on the back. “Call me if you need anything else.”

Keith walked him to the door as Lance got back into bed. “Thanks, Shiro.”


From time to time, I see teens on tumblr questioning why 30+ year-olds or even 20+ year-olds are still in the fandom, and it never ceases to baffle me - not only because some people apparently consider it acceptable to teach perfect strangers what to do and what not to do in their free time, but also because such attitude is a polar opposite to my own fandom experience.

The first fandom I joined was populated exclusively by teens, at least at the websites I used to frequent back then. Then, at the age of 15, I joined the Harry Potter fandom (I’ve read the books and watched the first films much earlier, but I had no interest in consuming or producing HP fan content prior to that). And I discovered that there were many, many women (not only women, of course, but still mostly women) in their thirties, in their fourties, and even older, who participated actively in the life of fandom. It was an absolute surprise for me. And a wonderful one.

Because, you see, the 15-year-old me was terrified of a great number of things, including growing up. In particular, I was scared of becoming, you know… too adult. Or at least what I perceived as “adult” back then. Too serious, not wanting to have any hobbies that are too “childish”, thinking only about work or household or other “respectable” issues. Not writing anymore, not creating anymore, not feeling inspiration anymore. I was pretty sure that this is what being a grown-up looks like. You have to abandon the things that are not practical or not profitable or not universally accepted and encouraged. You have to become serious.

And then there are these women - lovely, talented women. Women twice my age, women old enough to be my mothers, women who actually have children of my age. Women who work and have family and still manage to have fun and do what makes them happy. Their example showed me that being an adult does not mean being boring, that you’re never too old to write stories about your favourite characters, that you can be both a successful professional and a fanartist or a fic writer. That no one is doomed to become a boring person. That “when you grow up, your heart dies” is complete bullshit. I’m sorry, I like The Breakfast Club, but this is bullshit. The older I become, the older my fandom buddies become, the clearer I see it.

I am 23 now. I am still grateful to those people who showed me that I need not fear growing up. So it is really strange for me to see teens here saying such things. Are they sure that they will not want to be in the fandom anymore when they grow up? Are they planning to quit their fandoms as soon as they turn 20/30/etc.? And if they actually are planning to do so - why do they think that there is such a necessity? Adults are not robots. 

hey! surprise! i’m leaving on june 17th for about two and a half months, with limited access to wifi, so i’m about to go on semi-hiatus. before i left i wanted to make a mutuals appreciation post, because tumblr has been a big part of this past year, and i love my mutuals a LOT!!

some of you guys will have little ☼ symbols next to your urls. this links to a little post with a message from me, because i have a lot of love in my heart. hope they come off friendly and cool and not overzealous and annoying. i love and will miss you guys, although i’ll probably be around for the next week ♡ hope everyone has a great summer!! 


@adamsronan @adamlynchs @adastraas  @aelin @aelins @amhinyard @anclreil  @andromeddea @aphrodihe @aristohtles @athsna @bipolarmercutio  @blcise @bluesrg @bramgrcenfeld @bsargent @burn-it-slow  @cabeswaeter @cabeswatcrs @cabeswaterlovesthem @cattiekit @celisse @cindurellas @clairertemple @cuipid @czernys @dantesaristotles


@emobeaulieu @equinocts @euripidex @faeheys @fierceds @francesjanvier @frances-janvier @gansaey  @glyndwrr  @gryewaren @herxnstairs @hlalsey  @jeanmoreos @jeanmoreeu @karvinsky  @kavinky @kavinskiies  @kavisnky  @kerahs  @kettercrows   @knjikishimoto 

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@lovesclub @lunascope @library-mermaid @mavencalore @minrd @miuyard @mvnyard @neljostns @ninazeanik @njmphadora @noahsweetwne @noorcsaetre @nyavinsky  @nymphastral @ofodyssey @ohczerny @opalynch  @oscarwilds

P-Z + misc

@padmaspatil @parrishes @parrishi @pcrcy @pemberelys @petalloso @phoires @poethry @potter @puresblood  @pynch @romdeaus @ronanlyncx @sakura-h @seekthemist @silkcupid @softggogh  @softlykaz  @softprongs @strikingneil @vildes @waricka @wespr @winterblues @wylanvnek @zoyalina @90yoisho @300foxholeway

Cuddles are the best remedy

Words: 691

Genre: Fluff (that’s all I know how to write apparently)

Warnings: Dan swears a bit, but what’s new

Description: Dan wakes up feeling unwell, and it’s way too early for him to deal with this

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@rahatsizyazilar asked for15. A kiss because I have literally been watching you all night and I can’t take anymore.

Soo…I know I said I was going to bed… but then I wrote this from Hiccup’s perspective… and then wrote another from Astrid’s because of reasons. So now I really am going to bed.

Both set somewhere before HTTYD 2 and both happen at different times.


Hiccup watched as Astrid’s fingers toyed with the rim of the cup. Her face was a picture of concentration as she listened to the tale of how Sven’s sheep got loose - again. The once Silent Sven claimed the whole ordeal to be a mystery, but Astrid had caught the twins dismantling the fences.

Not that Hiccup heard a word of this, too distracted by the way the torchlight reflected in Astrid’s golden hair and the way she tugged on her braid when she was concentrating hard on something.

Raising his tankard to his lips, Hiccup finished the last of his ale. His eyes never left Astrid.

Gods, she was beautiful and she was so good with the people of Berk, as much as she complained about it. She took the time to listen to them and worked to help solve their problems. Hiccup knew that most of the villagers were just as comfortable going to Astrid for advice as they were going to him. It relieved some of the pressure, but Hiccup felt a little guilty.

This life of being Chief, of serving the village, he’d been born into it, but Astrid… well, she was Astrid. She took it all in her stride and Hiccup loved her.
He noticed Astrid was returning his state and realised belatedly that she had asked him a question.

“Hmm, what?”

Astrid got that little crinkle between her eyes, the one where she was laughing silently at something he’d done. She shook her head in disbelief, turning back to the conversation.

It was too much. Hiccup had been watching Astrid all night, hanging back from the crowds and the conversation and just… watching. She was so easy to watch.

“Sorry, can I just borrow her for one moment?” He caught the fingers playing with the braid and pulled Astrid through the crowd.

“Hiccup? Where are you taking-”

Hiccup pulled Astrid just outside the doors to the Great Hall. He wrapped his arms around her and his mouth was on hers.

He could taste the wine on her lips and wondered briefly if she could taste the ale on his. It wasn’t worth another thought though, because Astrid was tangling her hands in his hair, pulling him close and her mouth was oh so eager on his.

Finally they pulled apart.

“What was that for?” Astrid asked. She kept Hiccup close, his body heat welcome in the cold.

“I couldn’t help myself.” Hiccup grinned. He was giddy from joy the alcohol.

Astrid gave him a playful shove. “Want to do it again?” She asked.


The people of Berk loved Hiccup.

Astrid didn’t blame them. She loved Hiccup. He was smart and funny and Gods, did he look good in leather.

She watched him from across the Great Hall. He was standing with his father, discussing something with the foreign Viking’s visiting Berk.

Astrid assumed they were talking about dragons. It was Hiccup’s favourite subject. His face would light up with excitement every time. Astrid didn’t even mind him geeking out over some new dragon ability when she got to watch the way his face shone.

Given the expression Hiccup was wearing now, she was betting the conversation was dragon related. Astrid couldn’t actually hear what they were saying over the buzz of the crowd.

Stoick had put on a massive feast to welcome the new Viking’s. Every one was celebrating. Eating and drinking and talking and laughing.

Astrid had sat with her family and had been unable to get near Hiccup, distracted and interrupted by the well-meaning villagers who knew of her relationship with the Chief’s son.

Tuning out of the conversation at her own table, Astrid stared over and Hiccup and his father. From the looks of it, Stoick had banned Hiccup from wearing his flying leathers. Instead he was wearing dark brown trousers and a deep green tunic. A fur cloak draped across his broad shoulders. Astrid couldn’t help but admire her boyfriend from a distance.

She smirked as Hiccup threw his hand up in one of his wild gestures. His talking was always so animated, involving his whole body. He knocked a cup over and Astrid stifled a laugh.

Hiccup had grown up and filled out over the last five years, but the awkward, clumsy fifteen year old was still in there.

She wanted to talk to him. Astrid was sure he’d already have stories about their visitors. Would it be rude for her to go over? Stoick knew about her and Hiccup, she was sure of it, though they hadn’t come out and told him yet. Honestly, their relationship was the worst kept secret on Berk.

Hiccup was laughing at something. Astrid couldn’t just make it out over the swirling conversation around her. He was running his hand through his hair - Astrid loved Hiccup’s hair, even if she did tease him about it - and turning. He’d kept the two braids she’d twisted earlier that day.

Making up her mind, Astrid stood.

She wound through the tables, avoiding eye contact with anyone lest they attempt to strike up a conversation. She came to a stop just behind Hiccup.

“Ah Astrid, there you are.” Stoick introduced her to the group. “You know we were just talking about you lass.”

Astrid felt her cheeks heating up. “Oh,” she glanced at Hiccup. “Can I uh, borrow you for a moment?”
Stoick let out a booming laugh.

“Go lad,” he told his son. “We’ve kept you here long enough. Go enjoy the celebration.” He waved the two off.

Astrid pulled Hiccup through the hall.

“Is everything alright?” He asked when Astrid directed him to one of the smaller side entrances.

He tugged her into a corner when she didn’t respond. A callused hand cupped her cheek.

“I’m fine,” Astrid told him. “Really, I was just watching you and I-” She wasn’t sure how to put her thoughts into words, so instead she reached up, twisting her hands into Hiccup’s hair and kissed him.

His mouth was parted slightly in surprise, but Hiccup was quick to recover his composure. His hands went to Astrid’s waist as they made out in the shadows.

Astrid broke away first. “We should go back.”
Hiccup’s hair was a complete mess. Astrid made an attempt to smooth it out for him. She looked down at her own clothing, patting down the fabric of the dress her mother had encouraged her to wear.

“I suppose Dad will be wondering where we went.” Hiccup took Astrid’s hand in his. “Ready Milady?”


Summary: This is inspired by the song Boston by Brendan Fletcher. It’s an amazing song you should listen to at some point. I just heard it tonight and started writing and this is what came out.

Word Count: 1,558

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Not requested by anyone but tagging @red-roses-and-stories and @caseoffics

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in

The train’s window ices the left side of your face as you lean against it. Snowflakes drift down from the clouded sky, falling past your eyes, each tiny flake with its own design melting before anyone can appreciate it. The train huffs and others around you talk, their voices melding together into an indistinguishable clamor. Shouts come from the open door nearby, the one that lets anyone into the growling machine. You don’t look at the door, just watch the snow float past your window and pile up on the sidewalk nearby.

You sneak down, careful where you place your feet. Climbing into the case with one hand is tricky, but you don’t let that stop you. The sweet scent of the shed surrounds you as you enter it, peering around for Newt. He’s gone, though, so you step out into the field, scanning it. The grass nearby crackles under a foot.

Ducking back into the shed, you crouch behind a wide pot, peeking through the leaves. A pair of dirty boots step onto the creaking wood, sending a cloud of dust into the air. You fight a smile as they step past you, completely unaware of your presence.

Your knees ache and the gift in your hand begins to drip between your fingers as you wait for the boots to turn away from you. They never do, though, instead walking past your hiding spot again. You tense your muscles, preparing to leap from your spot. Before you can, though, the plant hiding your face is swept to the side.

Newt laughs at your stunned expression. “What are you doing?”

You move your hand behind your back, “Looking for your, um, lost cork?”

Newt’s face contorts into a confused frown. “I haven’t lost one, have I?”

You grin. “I haven’t found it yet. Want to know what I did find?”

“I’d love to.”

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I got several aggressive anon messages after my last post and I’m very tired of this so I’m going to explain myself once.

The problem in the whole Goro debate seems to be a false view on abuse victims and not if he’s innocent or responsible for what he has done. Of course he is responsible but that doesn’t mean he should be hold accountable for it in the same way a “normal” person should.
There is one important point that is often either missed or dismissed: Goro is a traumatised teenager and not a healthy adult.

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LGBT+ in Swedish

Originally posted by fuwaprince

Since it’s pride month right now I thought I’d make a pride themed vocabulary list! 

Sexuell/romantisk läggning - sexual/romantic orientation 

-sexuell - -sexual 

Kön - gender

Könsidentitet - gender identity

En identitet - an identity

Identifiera sig som - identify as

Kärlek - love 

Att älska - to love 

Ickebinär - nonbinary

Pronomen - pronouns

-fobi - -fobia

Att komma ut - to come out

En regnbåge - a rainbow

En stereotyp - a stereotype

En norm - a norm

Note: In Sweden we usually use the acronym HBTQ+ (homo, bi, trans and qu*er) instead of LGBT+. 

Happy pride!! 

MAGI 342 Full Spoiler Translation

UPDATE: I added the jump-Netabare info that was missing. I checked it while looking at the korean scans so i would be able order it as if the texts were the word balloons ( you can read it that way if you want to, while you look at the pics on the korean scans) . I pharaprased one or two things because of kanjis i didn’t know, but here it is ^^ i’ll try to check that later just to be sure :D

Disclaimer: i only to this for fun, to share it with you guys, and to practice my japanese :) which is very basic so keep in mind that i could be completely mistaken in some parts.  This is just a fan translation of incomplete spoilers so: Don’t forget to support the official releases of Magi!

Source: From Tieba Baidu’s Japanese scans and from Netabare’s texts ^^

@maumauxmau @sayakakat2012


Inside The dungeon “Zepar”

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Sinbad’s recollections. What is there… is it hope? or is it possibly despair?

Sinbad: Aladdin, it seems like I can talk with you.

Aladdin: Uncle, with what purpose are you doing this kind of thing? If you wanted to talk, we also could have done it on earth

TN: He’s referring to their world

Aladdin: Uncle wanted to have a trial of strenght with us, didn’t you?

Aladdin: Uncle’s purpose is proving that he’s worthy of being the only god of the world.

Sinbad: I see.


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anonymous asked:

Your reactions give me life! Can you do one with shownu, wonho, minhyuk and jooheon where they feel insecure and You comfort them? Thanks!

They feel insecure and you comfort them (Shownu, Wonho, Minhyuk & Jooheon)

Shownu; You got informed that all of the members were back at the dorm except for Hyunwoo, so you decided to go and see him. Knowing he was at the practice room, you made your way there, the staff letting you in as they already know you. You quietly walked into the practice room, seeing Hyunwoo dancing with no music while staring at the mirror, completely focused to the point where he didn’t even see you come in. You’d walk over to him and wrap your arms around him from the back gently, startling him a little. He’d turn around and smile at you once he saw you. 

Oh! Hey jagi..

He’d wrap his arms around you and sigh softly, hugging you for a little longer than usual. Though you didn’t mind at all, and you hugged him back tightly. You could already tell that he was stressed from how he hugged you. “What’s wrong, Hyunwoo..?”  You’d ask, concerned. He’d pull away and wipe the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, “I just.. I can’t get these moves right. No matter how hard i try i just can’t.” He’d explain with a frown and rub his eyes. You would blink and wrap your arms around him, “Hyunwoo-yah.. Don’t over-work yourself, okay? You’re such an amazing dancer, but maybe you need to rest a little before continuing. Go home, sleep it off, and start again tomorrow. I’m sure you’ll be just fine tomorrow, okay? I’m 100% sure.” You’d comfort him, making him nod and relax a little more. 

Originally posted by madtwn


15 minutes later you’d hear the doorbell ring, and you would rush to open the door. You could already tell something was wrong with the way Hoseok typed. You’d open the door and look at Hoseok, who was biting on his lower lip, his eyes a little teary and his hair messy, pushed back. 

Hoseok-ah.. What’s wrong?” 

You’d raise your eyebrows and pull him inside, closing the door behind you two. He’d sniffle a little, stubborn about letting his tears fall, he’d wrap his arms around you and hug you tightly, “I’m.. I don’t feel well..” He’d mumble, making you widen your eyes. “Are you sick?”. Hoseok would shake his head and close his eyes, “No, no.. I just.. I don’t feel good. I can’t do anything right recently. I can’t have my body the way i want to, i keep messing up..” He’d gulp and pull away from the hug, staring at the floor. You’d feel your heart break a little, seeing him like this, on the edge of breaking down. You would take his hand and walk him over to the couch, sitting him down. “Come here.” You’d pull him close, wrapping your arms around him tightly, “Your body is perfect just the way it is, Hoseok-ah. Please don’t be down.. Don’t force yourself, hm? You’re so, so gorgeous, and so talented.” You’d comfort him, rubbing his back, making him hug you tightly. He’d end up falling asleep with his arms wrapped around you tightly, and his head against your shoulder. 

Originally posted by wonhobe

Minhyuk; You two decided to hang out at the dorm since it was his day off. You haven’t seen him in a while, so you were really excited to see him. Though when he hugged you and pulled you inside, you could tell that something was wrong and that his smile was mostly forced. You decided to wait a little and try and figure out if you were right, so you two were sitting on the couch, talking, and Minhyuk was definitely much quieter, which made you worried. 

Minhyuk-ah, are you okay? What’s wrong?

You’d ask, brows furrowed. It would frustrate you a little, seeing him brush it off and tell you he was just fine. Soon though you forced him to tell you what it was, and it made your heart drop. 

I read a few comments online.. They weren’t nice.. Saying things like i’m fake, i’m too loud, i’m annoying, i’m ugly..” He named the comments as he stared at his lap. You raised your eyebrows and shook your head, taking his hands in yours, “Oh God.. You know none of them are true, right? You’re so amazing, please don’t pay attention to those comments. People have nothing better to do with their lives so they write these types of comments. They aren’t true, you’re so handsome, you bring so much happiness and excitement, you give everyone so much energy every day, i promise you everyone is so happy to have you in their lives.” You’d squeeze his hands a little, though he’d pull them away and instead hug you, nuzzling into your neck. “Thank you, baby..”.

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Jooheon; You two would be at the studio, you sitting on the couch, minding your own business while Jooheon worked on his music. You two did this quite often, and you liked it. Even if you two didn’t speak to each other, just being next to each other made you two happy to no end. You glanced at the clock which read 1:30am. 

Jooheonie, Take a break?

You’d ask him and stand up, walking over to him. You’d place your hands on his shoulder’s gently, “You’ve been working for an hour and a half non stop. Take a break.” You squeezed his shoulders a little. Jooheon shook his head and continued to work, the mouse clicking every two seconds.

I can’t. I have to finish this.

Jooheon-ah.. Come on-

I said no! I have so much to do, aish..

He’d sigh, though almost immediately realize that he raised his voice a little just then. He’d feel the grip on his shoulders lighten, and he’d quickly turn around to look up at you, taking you hand in his. “I’m sorry baby.. I didn’t mean to talk to you like that. I’m just.. stressed. It’s not going well, at all..” He’d mumble and release a deep sigh, bringing the back of your hand to his lips. 

You’d bite the inside of your cheek and sit down next to him, reaching out ot caress his hair, “Maybe it’s not going well because you won’t rest? I know you want to do it and finish it quickly, make it perfect, but if you don’t rest you’ll get stressed, and when you’re stressed you won’t work well. Jooheon-ah, the music you create is so amazing, it really is. But take care of yourself too, it will turn out the way you want it to once you’re well rested and your head is clear.”. 

Jooheon would stare at you a lot, and when you finished talking, he’d nod a little, “I’ll take a break, only if you promise to hold me.” 

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I accidentally answered a question privately just now that I didn’t mean to. OTL

Thankfully I still have the response saved, so I’ll just put it in normal text post form. The question was from tumblr user @bells, and it went like this:

Hello! How do you think things would have been different if Ouma was one of the survivors? In particular, how do you think his relationship with Saihara would have developed? Thank you for all your hard work in writing your meta, it’s been very helpful!

Thank you for asking this! I feel like as one of the characters who’s left an undeniably huge impression on the fanbase, Ouma does provide a lot of potential for one of the most potentially interesting survivors. A lot of people were probably counting on him making it all the way to the end too, although his death in Chapter 5 does make a lot of sense thematically, and from the standpoint of the previous Chapter 5s we’ve seen in dr1 and sdr2.

From this point on I’ll just be covering lots of spoilers for everything in Chapter 5 and onward, so anyone who doesn’t want to get spoiled for endgame points of the game, don’t read past this! (And again, I’m so sorry for accidentally responding on private instead.)

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Just know that there are a lot of people in the phandom that are lovely and deserve appreciation. A huge thanks to anyone that makes any kind of content. Whether that be drawings, fan fics, gifs, edits, screenshots, moodboards, or text posts that talk about their thoughts, feelings, and theories. We appreciate the content you bring to us. As well as people who just reblog, because of you reblogging a post, that is helping spread the post, and that means a lot. I enjoy seeing people’s faces in meet ups because everyone is so attractive (not fair) and it’s nice seeing people complimenting each other. You’re all great!

Drunk in Love

Characters: Hanji Zoe x Levi
Genre: Humor/Romance/Crack
Rating: T

I got an ask requesting a fic based on the prompt: “Hey shitty glasses, do you know how much I love your smile?”

And naturally, I decided to write a crack-y one shot in which Levi is completely and utterly drunk.

“Hey shitty glasses, do you know how much I love your smile?”

The declaration, sudden as it is unexpected, is accompanied by a wheezing hiccup.

Hanji, whose efforts had been entirely focused on attempting to see through the impenetrable façade that is Erwin Smith’s poker face, looks up from her cards. And nearly drops the hand.

Levi, flushed and listing, stumbles toward the table.

“Levi?” Hanji stares, trying and failing to process the frankly bizarre and unusual sight. “What happened to you?”

The table scrapes, shuddering, as he braces himself on the wood. Levi clears his throat. His eyes are glassy. “The drank. I mean. Drunk. I am. I think?”

Hanji opens her mouth. Closes it. And opens it again. “How?

In all the years she’d known him, no matter the number of drinks the small man poured down his throat, he never seemed to get more than slightly tipsy.

And it’s impossible, she thinks. But the evidence stands, swaying before her. Levi is, to put it plainly, drunk off his ass.

Mike, the third player in their four person game (Nanaba is the fourth), is folded over the table, shaking in silent laughter.

Nanaba stares over her cards, narrow-eyed and suspicious. “What did you do?”

Mike lifts his head. Face pinched in laughter, he looks positively gleeful.

Erwin, unable to completely shed the cloak of authority, even at their bi-monthly officer’s game night, sighs and sets down his cards. “Mike.

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Summary: You and Yugyeom do a photoshoot with a sexy concept, and it leads to a little more after.

Genre: Smut

Length: 2226

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You walked in front of the bright lights, feeling extremely exposed. When your company had told you that you would be doing a photoshoot with Yugyeom, you had been thrilled. You and Yugyeom had known each other for a while, and you had a little crush on him, but you two had never spent that much time together just the two of you. However, when you agreed to doing the photoshoot, you had no idea it was going to be a sexy concept or one that was so revealing at that.

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Children are afraid of the dark.
Everyone knows that.
They are scared of all the monsters hiden in the shadows, of thier sharp fangs, claws, long limbs slowly crawling from under thier beds when they flick the lights off.

But sometimes…sometimes, children learn that the worst monsters can have a face of normal human. And after this discovery, nothing that could be hidden in the dark seems to be really scary.

Dean learned that after his mom died,they moved to new house, and his father started to drink.
Sometimes he just walked out the doors and didn’t come home for days. Sometimes when he came back, he was so drunk that he couldn’t even stand.
 Dean had to take care of everything. Of his little brother, of the house, of his always-drunk father. He always did everything the best he could. But sometimes it just wasn’t enough, sometimes he did something wrong. And that was when John got angry. So, very, very angry. He yelled, he cursed, sometimes he grabbed Dean’s shoulders a little too hard, leaving ugly, purple brusies on his pale skin.
He never cried in front of his father, he knew that It would only make him furious. 
But when he was alone in his room, he allowed himself to sob quietly into his pillow.
At one of evenings like this, he has met Him.
First thing that he noticed - He wasn’t a human, He looked like one, but… The shadows near him were darker, liquid black that was moving, looking like a living creature.
But that really doesn’t mean that He was scary.

He was more…. awkward standing in the middle of Dean’s room with His too big coat and crooked tie. You could even say that He actualy looked way more scared than Dean did. 
They looked at each other in silence for few long seconds.
’ I…I could read you. A book. If it would make you feel better’
His voice was low, a little rough. But there was a lot of warmth in it, and Dean decided that he likes it.
The weird not-human man relaxed a little and picked up one of Dean’s books. Dean sat up on his bed, and hugged his pillow.
‘I’m Dean’ he said eventually, because it would be really rude not to introduce himself to someone who wanted to read him a story.
’ Castiel’ the man answered, sitting on the floor ’ It’s nice to meet you, Dean' 

From that night, Castiel became a constant presence in his life. They talked mostly at night, because Cas  felt really bad in the sunlight.
But sometimes, when John was especially mean to Dean, he would made an exception and show up in the middle of the day, throwing something from the shelfs or turning on the tv, radio, and lights all at once. 
He helped Dean with his homework and taught him a lot of things about the stars, the universe, and the history of the Earth. Castiel always had the answers for all Dean’s questions.
 And he was always protecting him and Sammy.
Like that one day…one day when John hit him.

And few hour later, he feel from the stairs, and broke his hand. Dean saw it. He saw how cold Castiel’s eyes were when he was looking at John lying on the floor.  That was the first time when he was really scared of Cas.
And he didn’t talk to him for a week after this incident.
Because John was still his dad.
And Cas couldn’t just hurt someone from his family like this. 


His eyes were sad when he spoke to Dean for the first time after a week.
'I’m sorry Dean. I won’t do this again’.
It was all that Dean needed to hear.
Because Cas was family, too.

Children are afraid of the dark.
Everyone knows that.
And still, the monster living in the shadows was the one who became Dean’s best friend.

They first met when Dean was not even 5.
When he leaved the house to live with his uncle Bobby with Sam at the age of 11, he manages to tell himself that Cas never was real. Just an imaginary friend .
When his father dies 12 years later and he moves into his old house again, he expect all those bad memories to come back to him.
But he never thought  that when he wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, he would saw those familiar, icy-blue eyes looking at him with worry. He never thought that he will see that man agian, looking the same as he looked the first time Dean saw him.
And for sure he never expected to hear that low, gravelly voice again.

’… Hello, Dean' 

let me introduce you to my newest Destiel AU
This was eating me for days, I had to do something with this story, so…
what do you think?
Should I continue this?

thanks-b  asked:

Hello Jenny, ur account is so inspiring, so that's why I want to ask u for advice. I'm really hard-working person, but I can't deal with my homework. U know I have to study all lessons and it doesn't depends on what I'll acc pass as my finals. So I was wondering if u know how to help me not starting crying any time I start doing my homework, Bc I feel like I have so much to do and tbh it's really ( I swear) impossible to do. Sorry for the typos I'm Russian tho..


“Cry as hard as you want to but  just make sure that when you stop crying, you will never cry for the same reason again”.

Hi, how are you? 

OMG thank you so so much for sending me this message and it means a world to me hahaha.

Well you need to know one thing is that it’s okay to cry, to feel sad, to feel tired, sometimes. Tbh, I (everybody) have the exact same problem like you and there so too many things that need to get done and we all don’t know where to start. Maybe after you cry you will realize something (like how to do that exercise).

Here are my tips after crying (I hope that it will work):

1.  Determine/Analyze the reason why you can’t do that exercise

2. Make a list of things you need to get done.

3. Create a schedule so you know what to study!

4. You need to get a calendar or planner to see things need to get done or any tests in that week

5. If you have a test make sure that you start to learn at least one week before.

6. If you don’t understand or know how to do that exercises, you need to think first and if you still don’t know how to do it then ask your friends, your teachers, like anybody or just google it!

7. DO NOT DO ALL YOUR HOMEWORK AT THE SAME TIME, SPREAD THEM OUT (like if you have math test on Friday you should start doing your homework at least two or three days before so you will never will feel overwhelmed)

8. If you have so much things to in one day try “Touch it once” rule

9. If you have monday/anyday homework, finish it on the same day

10. Review things you just learned on the same day, the day after and on sunday

11. Take a 5-10 minutes break after 25-45 minutes study

(make sure that you are taking a break not study, and don’t do things that make you procrastinate like watching youtube/movies instead of that you show go around, do some stretching, drink water,etc.)

12. Reward yourself for working so hard

13. Don’t study in dark or in your comfort zone make sure that you have enough light, and your study space must smell good, you can also put some motivation pictures (go to my account to see hahaha ), and know need to have cup of water on your desk

14. Study with your friends can also help you too!

15. Get enough sleep and eat healthy food!

There will be more but I can remember so sorry!

Have a nice year!

p/s: my grammar is not really good:)