i'm terrible at these colours things but since i have to do it

Jyn Erso Appreciation

Since my brain is mush today and I didn’t want to do any work, I decided to distract myself thinking about my favourite rebel.

Originally posted by jyn-and-tonic

One of the biggest reasons I love Jyn, and find her so relatable, is her quietness - not just in her speech, but in her actions and body language. Nothing makes me click the back button on a fic faster than Jyn being written as a cocky loudmouth full of one-liners, who starts fights. 

I know as a straight(ish), white woman I should probably have found dozens of fictional characters I can relate to, right? Nope. Because they’ve always been full of words, and too easy around others (even the awful faux-nerd, unpopular high school girls). Jyn is the first character I’ve recognised some of my own traits in, and thought maybe they’re acceptable traits to have. It’s rare for quietness to be positively portrayed, as it’s usually associated with being weak or boring. 

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pomrania  asked:

Is there anything you can tell me about Mando colour symbolism that isn't already on that "armour colour" post? I'm planning out a Sabine POV story where it would be relevant.

Well, yes and no. I went over the “facts” of colors and mandalorian color theory. What I can do now is kind of dig deeper into the actual mando’a words for colors, and maybe extrapolate more on the etymology of each word as they’re relevant to colors. If anything, it’ll give you an idea of how to break down the colors and maybe play with the meanings, or even the construction of the words themselves. Hopefully that helps?

I got a little carried away (again?) so I apologize for the length and time it took to put this together … and also you can take everything I say with a grain of salt as I’m trying to make sense of the etymology of these words. I’m also skipping orange as there’s no word for in the dictionary as of yet, and including violet since it is.

So, let’s go in the order that I went in the original post. Forewarning that black is going to be the longest section as I’ve thought about it maybe way too much.

  • ne’tra — black 

Ne’ is traditionally one of the negative prefixes of mando’a. It’s meant to indicate the opposite of what it’s attached to, or the not-thing. Tra means space, void … but it also translates to starfield, or field of stars. 

So. Black. Justice. Not the void of space, or, alternatively, Without stars, a starless night. 

However way you want to interpret that is up to you, but to me? From what I understand of mandalorian history? They were once a truly nomadic people, who voyaged across the stars. They were, arguably, wayfinders. More than just warriors, or conquerors, or however most would like to put it.

I originally wasn’t going to do this, but because you mentioned (elsewhere) that you’re focusing on dusk, I want to take a moment to extrapolate on this thought. The reason I say this is because of how they view stars. 

Mandalorians are generally not considered to be religious. But the language they speak is still very deeply steeped in poetic concepts — grasping at the enormous and unthinkable with words as clever and broad as a people can attempt to embody them. Stars is my personal favorite.

Ka’ra — stars, ruling council of fallen leaders. Mandalorians still speak of those who pass as not being dead, but marching far far away. The origin of the word stars is the belief that the Mand’alore ascend to the stars, to watch over the people and to guide them.

The word for breath is kar’am. Hyperdrive is karbakar (star to star). Kar’ta is heart. Kar’taylir is awareness, knowledge, lit. to hold in the heart. Karyai is the main communal living room of a communal home, where a family convenes to spend time together — and often the last bastion against an invasion.

Jate’kara, luck, destiny, literally good stars, a course to steer by. 

All of these words stem from stars.

Black, the color, is literally a starless night. But, while the impulse is to go for something negative, I would actually pull away from that. Mandalorians, in general, also view adversity (something difficult, something terrible, something terrifying) as something to challenge and overcome as a way of life. A starless night is not to be feared but to be met

A starless night may also be indicative, poetically, of a place or a people or an event without justice. And that void, that emptiness, that lack? Must be filled. Whomsoever wears black has taken it upon themselves to fill a void and reinstate justice in whatever manner that may mean.

But also consider: a night without stars evokes a specific sort of image and feeling … which may also be completely different depending on the person in question. Someone who lives in a bright city and experiences light pollution would be used to a night without stars, versus someone living out in the wild (like Krownest) or who is dependent on the stars to travel, would be used to a night full of stars and may find it distressing or strange.

  • ve’vut — gold

This one is a little less straightforward. Vut, or vutyc, indicates special. Unique, precious. Ve’ (pronounced vay or veh) is unclear as to what it’s meant to indicate, but often when we see ve’ as a prefix, it’s usually from ven (future tense), but in this case it may be from vheh, earth, soil, dirt. 

Gold. Vengeance. A precious future, or, precious metal.

Maybe evocative of the sun rising after a long and difficult night. The gold of the sun rising is a promise of a future — or at the very least, the feeling of surviving to tomorrow. This might be too poetic though lmao, and tbh … I really like the simplicity and the directness of precious metal (lit. special dirt, lmao).

The funny thing here is that though I have gold and yellow listed together for meaning (as they are, generally, considered under the same banner of Vengeance), the word for yellow is different.

  • shi'yayc — yellow

So. I’m not really a fan of this word, to be perfectly honest with you. I’m of the opinion this is less an actual color and more an adjective meant to describe something else. But regardless, here it is.

From shi, just/only, and yayc, which may be from oyayc, meaning alive (or oya! which carries many meanings and generally overwhelmingly positive). Generally though, with the yc added to the end, it’s less a noun and more an adjective, so it might actually be meant to be a descriptor (ie. yellowing of skin or eyes etc)

Yellow. Vengeance. Only just alive, or barely dead.

Maybe comparison to, say, a recently deceased person — but that only really works if one assumed that all dead persons are pale and turn yellow when they die, and that’s a weird assumption to make in the context of mandalorians.

Also consider: yellow is dull compared to the shine of a metallic gold. Less intense in that way. My question is what becomes of a person after they’ve enacted vengeance? What becomes of a life devoid of a perpetual motivating force like that? What happens when gold loses its sheen and fades, dulls? 

Am I just taking this too far, to the next level it doesn’t need to go? maybe


EDIT:: w/ points from anon through a later ask, I’d like to also add what they said: 

you pondered about the connotations of yellow regarding ‘just/barely alive’ and its comparison to gold. I thought maybe it’s about flames/light - like a bright vivid flame is a bright gold, while the flame, when it’s only small and ->barely alive<- has more of a dull and yellowish shine. 

I hadn’t even consider that it might have been referencing intensity of light/fire? But the way you put it, that may actually make more sense than the direction I was going in. I was definitely perplexed somewhat, like I was missing something. This sounds like what I was missing.

That could also apply for the heat of a flame, too. Like, referring to the intensity of the light, or the intensity of the heat, or both, depending entirely on context, and related to the below.


  • Lust for life

So, there’s no word for orange in mando’a at this time.

Consider: Yellow is sometimes indicated to also mean lust for life, depending on who you ask and what source material you’re comparing it to.

It’s entirely possible that mandalorians don’t have a way to differentiate between yellow and orange. Some cultures do display a limitation in language, seeing what we would consider a range (yellow to orange) as all one spectrum under the same banner.

So while Yellow may mean barely alive/barely dead, yellow may also mean nothing but life.

Something to think about.

  • genet — gray

Gray/Silver. Mourning lost love.

Ge’ for almost, by proximity (literally or metaphorically). Net, we can assume, comes from the word for black, ne’tra. So, in this case, gray is literally almost black, but not quite. Reaching towards it, maybe, but not quite there.

I’ve used overcast before to describe gray, or the feeling of a loss, of grief, and it still applies here. Almost, not quite, as a starless night sky. Duller, paler, than a starfield. That kind of thing—perpetually in comparison to black.

Also consider that it may infer obscuring the target, instead of almost reaching black, it may act like a filter, a translucent overlay to take away or obscure intensity of (in this case from black, or night sky). Mandalorians, who are (or once was) so used to navigating by/the stars, suddenly having to deal with their guidance obscured? There’s loss, there, too.

  • kebiin — blue

This one’s a little … less straightforward. Ke’ is used as an imperative prefix, usually to indicate that this word/sentence is a command, but keb may also come from kebbur, meaning to try or make an attempt. Biin, or bii, may come from abiik, air (interestingly, kebii’tra indicates sky, so it’s literally blue starfield, blue space).

What is reliable? What is faithful? Following through, or making the attempt again and again—someone consistent, trustworthy. To stretch the meaning, as trustworthy as the air. 

Blue. Reliability. Faithful. As consistent, or trustworthy, as the air.

I wonder if that was ever a phrase in use. “As trustworthy as the air” might ring true on a planet where they can breathe without their helmets … but what if they so happen to land on a planet that they cannot?

In hindsight, that sounds like a very mando joke to make. B’)

“Who ever is reliable all the time?” Both a joke and a very serious question.

  • ge’tal — red

Ge shows up again. Almost. Tal, blood. Almost blood, or nearly / like blood. 

From what I understand, the Taung did bleed red, and since they were the original mandalorians, it makes sense for them to make the simplest association for the color.

Red. Honoring a parent. 

This is kind of a call back, imo, to the saying “the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” as chosen family ties are stronger than that of biological ones, and consider that mandalorians are expected to shed blood for their chosen family if it ever came to it.

But also consider pointing at a rose and, quite literally, calling it like blood

  • vorpan — green

Vor, figuratively, is to thank. Literally, it’s to accept. Pan… is a little difficult to discover what it might indicate, or where it may come from, but from the two other words it’s a part of (epan, for guts, entrails, and sapan for electromagnet) we can kind of infer that it’s meant to indicate core, or insides, the interior of a thing.

Metaphorically, vorpan can be understood to be accepting a task to fulfill with one’s whole being.  For context, vorpan’oy is the word for vegetation, as in bringing life to green.

Green. Duty. To embody one’s accepted task

Not really sure why, but let’s go with that.

  • saviin — violet

This word is actually very close to Sabine’s name — they’re pronounced the same, just with a v instead of b. In some dialects or accent, one might say they are the same. I would argue they are.

So. VioletSaviin. Sa’ most likely comes from sarad, meaning flower, bloom. Viin is from viinir, for run. 

Running flower. Wild violets are considered weeds in some places, and so instead of run as in flee, run may lean more towards running wild, an overgrowth — or a plant that can live, even thrive, anywhere, in spite of adversity and outside forces attempting to eradicate them. 

Survival in adversity.

And, maybe unintentionally maybe not, given the above I would argue it’s a perfect name for Sabine under the circumstances. 


EDIT:: referring again to points brought up by anon in a later ask:

saviin sounds a lot like Sabine, which seems very very likely to me, considering the long i (or rather e - from an anglophone perspective) and that [v] and [b] are very similar sounds, so maybe Sabine is like a basic transcription or a dialect form of Saviin. Regarding the meaning of the colour/name

My etymology for it would be the following: “viin”/“bine” being a degenerated/shortened form (or even the root?) of kebiin - blue connected with “sa” - as, like, it gives “sa viin” - “like blue”, what is kind of a good description for purple/violet, implying the standard shade in mandalorian perception would be a darker bluish purple ALSO implying that the concept of purple cam up comparably late in the language, similar of the color orange getting it’s name rather late in germanic languages 

I was going color by color so I missed the connection in the effort to complete the post, which was an oversight by me sadly. 

It might also then directly connect the connotations of blue (reliability) with purple (adaptability, survival in adversity). They who are reliable can be depended on to adapt and survive adversity, or so on, kind of like orange (lust for life) from yellow, as thought about from above (the intensity of the flame).

Definitely some interesting things to think about.

anonymous asked:

Hiii! I'm the Anon who wrote that long message with the prompt request. Can I get 77 w/ Jungkook? Thx -Anon Gears (can I become a regular Anon??)

No Refunds (JungshOOK x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “Um…somebody broke that.”

Summary: The first time you meet Jungkook, he ruins a display you spent hours making. But he’s cute and adorably embarrassed, so you make the most out of the situation.

Word count: 1.3k words

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You stared at the messy, unorganized space around you, wishing your shift would just end faster. The quaint art supply shop you worked in was rarely busy, let alone on a Wednesday afternoon. You took the job because you needed to fund your university career, plus you supported small businesses.

But your boss was scatterbrained and failed to inventory the store properly, leaving most of the mess to you. Plus, he always insisted on having beautiful window displays, so for the majority of your shift today, you slaved over creating a hanging paper sculpture.

A wave of origami pieces were suspended midair using fishing wire. The colours were pastel to match the spring weather outside. The whole thing was beautiful and terribly decorated, so you shouldn’t have been surprised when the display was immediately destroyed.

Two boys around your age burst into the store, barely sparing you a glance from where you stood behind the cash register, as they chattered excitedly. You observed them openly, since you had nothing better to do. The one standing nearest to you was tall and well built, but had a babyish face–dramatically round eyes and pouty lips. His friend was even taller, and had surprisingly similar facial features.

“Dude, why are we even here? Can you even do art?” the taller one asked as he followed his friend through the tiny, messy aisles.

“The fuck, Yugyeom?” the other boy replied indignantly. “Haven’t you seen me draw before? I am the Art God.”

“Ok, buddy,” Yugyeom scoffed. “If you’re gonna buy something, hurry up. I have class in like, fifteen minutes.”

The two boys rounded the store, approaching the front once again. You held your breath as they neared the window display. The artist friend browsed through a marker display, testing a few on the sample pad below.

“Bro, these Copic markers cost more than me,” the boy sighed.

“There’s a pack here on sale,” his tall friend pointed out from a few feet away.

“No way!” he replied, spinning around excitedly.

Time seemed to pass in slow motion as you watched the disaster unfold.

The boy whipped around, searching for the discounted pack of markers a few feet away from him. As he turned, he stepped back to get a better view of the aisle, completely disregarding the delicate display inches away from where he stood. His backpack got caught on several of the strings and origami sculptures. And as he turned quickly, he ripped them away, sending some of the paper sculptures flying across the store.

The pressure from the boy’s spin also caused the mount every single origami sculpture to collapse. You stared, oddly detached, as you watched your labour tumble to the ground with a loud crash.

The two boys froze, and the store was silent, save for the radio playing softly in the background.

Eventually, you stepped away from the cash register and approached the two boys, who both were staring wide-eyed at the broken display.

“Jungkook, you idiot,” Yugyeom hissed, his eyes darting in between you and the broken window display. “You fucker.”

“So, what happened here?” you asked pleasantly, trying to dispel the burning rage inside you.

“Um…somebody broke that,” Jungkook replied in a tight voice, a fiery blush blooming over his cheeks as he turned to look at you.

“I can see that,” you smiled.

“I’m so, so sorry,” Jungkook blurted out, his eyes still comically wide. “Like I’m so sorry. I’ll pay–no I don’t have any money. I’ll help you fix it!”

You raised an eyebrow at this suggestion. “It took me five and a half hours to make that.”

“You made that!? Holy shit!” Jungkook explained, his expression worsening. “Fuck, I’m so sorry! I’ll do anything. I’m not–I don’t–fuck! Just tell me what I can do.”

“It’s okay, I guess,” you shrugged. “I still have a few hours left of my shift. I’ll just try to…repair what’s left.”

“I swear I can help!” Jungkook cried–although it sounded more like a wail. “I feel so bad about this!”

Normally, you wouldn’t really consider making a customer stay back and help clean up the mess they made. But this customer–Jungkook, apparently–seemed legitimately apologetic and inappropriately guilty. Plus, you just realized he was incredibly good looking and didn’t want to turn down the company.

“Well, if you insist,” you replied. “Let me grab the origami paper. Better prepare for an incredibly boring next two hours.”

“You two have fun,” Yugyeom said, slowly backing away from the mess. “I have class. Jungkook, don’t fuck up more than you already have.”

“Amen,” you muttered, as you walked down a few aisles to locate the cheapest origami paper pack you had.

“How many times can I say I’m sorry!” Jungkook cried, watching his friend who slipped out of the store as quickly as he could. Soon, the store was quiet again, the atmosphere tense. When you returned with your hands full, Jungkook was staring at the ground, his cheeks still flushed.

You tossed him a pack of origami paper, which he fumbled to catch. His eyes darted back up.

“Look,” he began, pausing to peer at your name tag. “Y/N. I’m really, really sorry. I feel really bad about destroying your art.”

“Honestly, I don’t really have any emotional attachment to a window display I made in two minutes’ notice,” you laughed. “Just help me make a few origami sculptures, and we’ll be even.”

So, for the rest of your shift, you and Jungkook hunched over the cash, deftly folding origami paper into pretty little shapes. Surprisingly, Jungkook was quite skilled and didn’t need any instructions. While you worked, you exchanged little tidbits of information about each other.

Turns out, you both attended the same university. Jungkook was a year under you–studying business–and roomed with a few friends nearby.

He sang along quietly to the radio while you worked (“You have a beautiful voice,” you had said to him. After spluttering and blushing terribly, he replied, “Thank you. I’m minoring in music, actually.”).

When the next employee came to take over, they eyed the impromptu workstation you had set up suspiciously.

“This kid destroyed the display, so he’s helping rebuild it,” you explained. “But I’m done here, and so is he. So I’ll leave the rest to you.”

And so you shed your smock and your name tag and promptly scurried out of the store with Jungkook on your heels.

“Is it okay to leave the display like that?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

“It’s fine. Plus that guy was late to his shift last week, and I had to stay behind for an extra hour,” you said, feeling a little petty. “Thanks for your help, Jungkook. I’ll see you around, I guess.”

“Yeah, see you,” he said, sending you an adorable smile that revealed his bunny teeth. And so you parted ways.


You were working the following Wednesday. And like every other Wednesday afternoon, the store was empty. But a few hours before your shift ended, the door chimed as a customer walked in. Your head shot up–you definitely weren’t dozing off–and your eyes widened at the sight of Jungkook waltzing into the store.

“Hi,” he said with a small smile. Jungkook walked right up the cash and leaned against the edge of the counter. The muscles of his arms bulged as he did so, and you were fairly certain that it was on purpose. “I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

“Yeah, sure,” you replied, your curiosity piquing.

“I was looking for something, and I think you have it. I want a date,” Jungkook said, blushing faintly, “with you. You and me–a date. Yeah?”

“Yeah, I think I can do that,” you smiled. “No refunds or exchanges. This is final sale.”

“I’ll take it,” Jungkook laughed, his face illuminated with a wide smile.


These days, Jungkook helped you make the window displays for fun. Turned out, he actually did have a knack for art. Your boss was seriously considering hiring Jungkook, but you dissuaded him from doing it. After all, you’d rather have Jungkook all to yourself.

- Girl in Luv

That’s it! Thanks for requesting!!!! And yes, be our regular anon, that’s so cute (and sorry this took us like 5 years to get to omg). If you’re wondering why my characters are always cashiers, it’s because I work part-time as one lmao. I was feeling some awkwardly cute JK. Hope you guys enjoyed. Thanks for reading 🤓

fuckedupasusual  asked:

(1) I read your rating of seasons and just wanted to say that I was so happy to meet another member of the "no season 7 hate" club :D There are honestly so many things I like about S7: Charlie, Kevin, Dick Roman, Cas remembering to "Turn into earth" by The Yardbirds, the trenchcoat-scene, I actually thought the plot idea was pretty cool and surprisingly up to date (food industry is getting people addicted...), God!Cas being "utterly indifferent to sexual orientation"...

(2)… Being able to say goodbye to Bobby, alcoholic!dean is my weakness, Plucky’s, I liked Lucifer’s part in the season, the finale (where Cas dramatically puts himself infront of Dean to protect him and they both end up in Purgatory which was my jammmm but that’s S8 *cough*)… yeah, so much. I loved Meg in S7 and Crowley (love him every season lol but I liked his character dynamic)…

(3) I feel like it could’ve been a rly dark and depression season but thanks to the Dick Roman/Leviathan storyarc, it feels (to me) like one of the lighter season. I mean, obv. terrible things happen (Bobby dead, Cas gone, Sam insane…) but still. I don’t quite know how to word it. I secretly call it my “crack!“season… a lot of comic relief. I also feel like they used a lot of bright colours/light that season (but that could be false memory). okay, end of my declaration of S7 love :D

(4) and oh yeah, S9 almost made me quit the show and definitely had me begging for the show to get cancelled (because I have already lived through the downfall of The X-Files - or rather still living through it as they won’t stop beating this dead horse. and the most frustrating thing is that I know I could/can never quit because I love both these show and characters too fucking much :D ). Which sucks esp. because I really liked the MoC arc. But thinking about 9x05 makes me wanna snap my neck.

HELLO NEW BEST FRIEND. 

And yeah, I agree that season 7 is weirdly one of the lighter seasons despite being massively depressing and good with the emotional arcs like losing Cas and Bobby, and Sam and Dean’s angst of the year, probably because they didn’t take the big bad seriously, because pretty much the entire audience is at least willing to despise 1%ers for 40 minutes, if not gleefully ready to rip into them at any moment. I was working a job where I was profiling big corporations HR people for my boss at one point and to find them I had to scroll through all these lists of employees and CEOs and they all had this super creepy Leviathan look :P Like some of the guys were pretty much exactly Dick Roman and his fake shark smile. (ALSO that’s just such a GOOD part and it was acted flawlessly. I actually believe he can open his mouth 90 degrees and chomp into you when he smiles :P) 

Also this happens:

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(Possibly the entire reason you think season 7 is so bright is because they poured all the brightness left on the shelf since they took it out in season 1 and 2 and put it into Plucky’s :P)

I’m glad the show wasn’t cancelled with season 9 because some of my favourite moments in the whole show happen after 9x05 but that was definitely the moment for me to take several months away from caring about the show, and only come back doing a rewatch from the start to remind myself why I was invested if I was going to inflict new canon on myself because I couldn’t stop wondering how they were all doing :P And then season 9 magically turned into one of my favourite seasons at the end. Which goes to show you can’t judge a season by its weird dog episode. 

The incomplete Lovecraft content warning list.

.H.P. Lovecraft is considered a father of the modern horror genre and his works considered classics. Unfortunately, he was also, just, ridiculously racist, even by the standards of the time. Because I actually like him as an author in spite of hating him as a human being, I decided to make a list of his stories in pretty much random order with the relevant warnings so people who want to experience these classics without being triggered/taken out of the story/annoyed by his shitty attitudes on pretty much every subject can do so. This list will be updated whenever I feel like it and at completely random intervals.

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anonymous asked:

just read that 'tall & chubby s/o can't wear boys hoodie's cuz she's big' ask and like, that shit resonated in my soul cuz I'm like 6 foot and i'm p fat so I've never been able to do traditional cutesy stuff with people I dated because I've always been bigger than them. How would the uf bros, uf gaster, mt bros, and mt gaster react to finding out the reason their fem so never dresses girly/cute is because "Girls my size are never cute, so what's the point? I'm better off with my jeans/suits." :(

UF Sans

Sweetheart, 90% of the people he knows are taller then him, one of those his brother who wears heels and even cute skirt at home, from time to time. You hear Papyrus scream from the distance about his now not so secret secret. He will roam the stores of the nearest mall after your talk, mostly sleeping on randome benches and once in the fountain for some reasone.

He finds some cute stuff on your size and fitting for your body type and just leaves it out in the living room. He actually got help from some people woring in the store, awakwardly asking them for advice. He won’t force you to wear it, but he will hint at loving to see you in something cute. 

UF Papyrus: He is a 7 foot tall motherfucker, 7.4 in heels. He knows the struggles tall people go trough, especially if they want to wear cute or cool clothes. But don’t fear, the terrible Papyrus is here. His outfite was sewn by Sans, but he picked up that skill too, not wanting to always ask his brother to sew him some clothes when he couldn’t find anyting good in his size.

So he will cute up some of your clothes. He won’t just grab randome clothes, he will actually ask, not wanting to just change your clothes without informing you about it. Where did he get so many tastefully coloured fabric from. That’s his secret. He wll prove to you that you can wear cute clothes, even though he thinks you are already cute even without.

UF Gaster: He is a tall, goopy mass of a man, so finding clothes he is actually able to wear is near impossible. Especially since some of his clothes melted into his bones, now forming a weird, black mass, barely resembling the suit it once was. He things you are cute as heck, but he does want to show you that. And show you that you can wear cute clothes.

His attempt will be pretty…bad. He will goop all over the clothes he found after a long search, not satisfide with everything, dragging the shopping trip out over a whole day. He is so nervouse, he doesn’t know if he actually picked cute clothes, he doesn’t know that much about cute stuff. Like look at his universe, there is nothing cute going on there. And when hes nervous he starts dripping. But the clothes are pretty cute. Sligthly edgy, but still cute. 

MT Sans: He is a suit and tie guy himself, so he never thought it strange that you wear suits to. When you tell him that you don’t feel cute, and don’t think you can wear cute things..well he has contacts. He will take you out one day to a small shop, run by Muffet. She has a bakery at the front, but sews clothes for the whole gang and sells weapons they might need, at the back.

If you are alright with it, she will sew you a perfectly fitting, adorable dress. And Sans will take you out to the nearest restaurant to show everybody how good you look in cute things.

MT Papyrus: If he didn’t become the gangs best sniper, he might have choosen a tailor careere. He really loves fashion on a low key level, often prettying up his own clothes. You can’t wear a west without bones, and his pinestripe suits stripes are actually tiny words, repeated in a row, spelling out “cool dude”. He can’t sew new clothes, and he can’t make a lot of changes, but he can pretty up your suit. 

MT Gaster: He is a scientist, not a fashion expert will his brash answere be. It’s hard to talk to him when he isn’t working, so you tell him while he is sitting at some experiement. The bad things about that is, there is a 50/50 chance that whatever he is doing is going bad, and he is in a sour mood, which makes his answers short and unfriendly. He does apologize right afterwards, not actually wanting to snap at you.

He will blackmail a few of the lower ranked gang members to get some dresses and other nice clothes for him the next time they take part in a heist. He will drop them on you while you sleep, unsure what to say, so he goes for that, before walking out again right away.

anonymous asked:

Hi Dire! First I want to say that I enjoy your art and comics! I like to draw sometimes on my free time but I'm a self-taught artist and don't have any professional experience. Recently, I've experienced some money issues and decided I could try to sell my art aside from working part-time. However, I'm not confident enough about my art and I don't really know how the process works to go through with it. What are some tips/methods you recommend? How do I get my art known? Thank you.

Hello!

Ok so I’m gonna assume you are talking the full gamut of ways you can sell your work, ie commissions, merch, etc.

Hopefully you’re old enough for a paypal, because that’s gonna be your key way of accepting payments. Be warned, making a paypal before you’re 18, even if you’ve turned 18 since can result in any funds held there being frozen.

That said I’ll try and break it down, bare in mind my knowledge isn’t complete, and most of the success I’ve has only been in the last year with patreon.

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Said I was going to do it, so I’m doing it. Knight character analysis. Or in more accurate terms, me babbling about Knight for a little while, just covering the basics. Because it’s been a long time coming. I apologize in advance for how messy this is;; 

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Bitten

Ahhhhh it’s Carry On day!!!!!! A while fucking year since the masterpiece that is Carry On came into my world and made my life amazing! Thank you Rainbow Rowell for writing such a work of art!
Anyway here’s a thing I wrote as my humble offering to celebrate the anniversary! I hope you guys enjoy:)

Simon
We sit cross legged on the bed facing each other. He’s gripping my hands and I can feel our magic flowing through each other. It’s like being connected to him on a deeper level. I’d missed this feeling so much.
Baz takes a deep drawn out breath like he does when he smokes. You’d think I’d be more worried about what’s about to happen, but of course it’s him who’s worried.
“Baz, are you alright?” He lets out a shaky breath.
“Yeah, fine.” He stares at me and I have to keep myself from melting under his gaze. His eyes are a romantic charcoal grey with hints of slate in this light. “Are you sure about this?”
I free one of my hands from his grip and bring it to the back of his neck and pull him closer, till our foreheads are touching.
“I love you.”
I feel his breath on me and he slowly (agonizingly slow) brings our lips together. His tongue pushes against mine and I drag my hand from his neck down his back. He tilts his head slightly and runs his hands through my hair. He’s being so gentle, like he doesn’t want to cause anymore pain than necessary. My hands rest on his hips and I pull away for a breath.
“Crowley I love you.” He blushes and pulls my mouth back against his. His hands move to my neck and he gently rubs the side of my throat with his thumb. He kisses the side of my mouth, then my cheek and then below my ear. I can’t help but moan as he sucks on my earlobe. I arch my back and our chests touch. The contact of my bare chest against his shirt feels electric. I start undoing his buttons as he works his mouth down the side of my neck.
“Simon,” He whispers against my throat and I shiver. “say it.”
“Baz, I love yo-”
Suddenly there’s pain. I grab his forearm and if he weren’t a vampire I probably would’ve broken it with how hard I squeezed. It’s agonizing. I think I’m crying but I don’t know because all I can think is excruciating pain. There’s a loud noise. No wait that’s me.
I feel the bed under my back, I must’ve laid down, but even that isn’t helping the pain flowing through my veins. I think it’s spreading. Everything’s blurry and I scream.
I look up and see a blurry blob above me and holding the sides of my face. It’s a person. I try to think who but it’s hurts.
I can hear a voice but I don’t know who it’s talking to or what it’s saying. I try to ask for help. Anything to stop the paralyzing pain.

Baz
Two days. Two days and I’m still right next to Simon. I’m dying for a drink and a fag. I knew biting him was a bad idea. Last time I went through the Turning process was when it was me and I wasn’t awake for the changes. It’s agony watching your lover basically die a slow painful death.
It took him so long to convince me to do it. At least six months. And it took much pestering, begging and even bribery before I finally (reluctantly) agreed. He pounced on me when I did. The marks his mouth left on my neck lasted at least a day, which is a record for my vampire recovery system.
I knew I shouldn’t have agreed, but it’s fucking impossible to say no to him. And he gets so adorably happy when you say yes. I want him to always look that happy.
Well Baz you sure fucked that one up. I mentally curse myself.
He looks the opposite of happy right now.
He was screaming for at least two hours after I bit him, (Thank Crowley Penny was gone, though I probably could’ve used her help.) and then he was horribly feverish. He finally broke the fever, to my relief, but now the real changes have started. His skin has lost the bit of golden glow he kept even after he lost his magic and traded it for a pale colour, much like my own.
Thank Crowley vampires don’t actually have red eyes. I wouldn’t be able to bare the loss of his pthalo blue eyes that are practically the death of me. He asked me that once.
His head was resting on my lap and we were both reading, or at least I was. He kept looking at me funny.
“Baz, why aren’t your eyes red?” I looked down at him. His eyes were exceptionally blue that day.
“What?”
“Like in the stories. Do you wear contacts?” I rolled my eyes heavily.
“No you dolt, vampires don’t have red eyes.” He’s lived with me since we were eleven and somehow thinks I’ve been hiding red eyes. He nodded and discarded his book then sat up on my lap and put his hands on my shoulders and played with the collar of my shirt.
“Good. I don’t want your eyes to be fake.”
“Well they aren’t.” I kissed a mole under his ear.
“They’re too fucking complicated and perfect to be.” I laughed. “And grey.” He kissed my forehead. “Super grey.” He kissed my nose. I blushed. “Wonderfully grey.” He kissed me finally and my hands ran up and down his back, trying to keep him as close as possible. He pulled back but kept his forehead against mine. “I want to look at your grey eyes forever.”
He got his wish come true then. He almost always does. I shouldn’t have done it. This is probably one of the biggest mistakes of my life. What if he hates me later for Turning him when I knew it was a bad idea. I grab his limp, clammy hand and feel for a pulse. He’s still breathing thankfully. I still don’t drop his hand.
He’s so pale it’s almost shocking. He was always glowing and golden before, even without magic. He was always like a lantern and I was a moth getting drawn in. Except for a while I thought he was one of those traps that kills that moths, fortunately he’s not.
I look back at him and push his tangled curls off of his forehead. He looks like he’s dreaming. Hopefully it’s a nice one and better than the reality he’s going to have to face when he wakes up.
I miss his mouth. Not just kissing him. I miss his stupid yet funny random quips and the things he would whisper in my ear that would make me blush profusely. And how he almost always (unless he was snogging me) had food in his mouth.
I smile at the memories but am brought out of my thoughts when I hear Simon whimper.

Simon
I open one of my eyes. It’s so bright. It stings. Everything is sore and achy and even getting both my eyes open and focused seems nearly impossible. Finally I manage and I see Baz’s face staring down at mine.
“Hi.” He says.
“Hi.” I say back but it comes out quiet and scratchy. I’m so terribly thirsty, my body is screaming at me for something
“How are you feeling?” I don’t really know what to tell him. I’m not sure how to pick up after your boyfriend bites you (consensually) in the middle of a heated make out session and now you have a terrible urge to kill something huge and drink it clean.
“Tired, thirsty, empty.” He nods and grabs my hand.
“I’m sorry love.”
“It’s fine, really.” I give him a small smile and try to stand up, but have to grab his shoulder when I nearly collapse. He puts a hand on my back and helps me sit down.
“I need…I need to drink. I just-”
“I know, you’re trying not to consider draining Penny’s insufferable cat. Here.”
He hands me a styrofoam cup with a bendy straw that reminds me of childhood, even though we rarely got bendy straws at the home. The scent coming from the cup makes my brain feel weird and my stomach do a flip. Last time my stomach flipped like that was when Baz pinned me to the door and we practically assaulted each other’s mouths.
There’s a weird sensation in my mouth and when I open to take a sip Baz gasps slightly.
“What?” I sound weird and then I feel fangs where my normal teeth used to be. “Crowley.” I whisper and Baz sits next to me.
“Wicked.” He mutters and I give him a sarcastic look.
“Are you having Deja vu?” I finally take a sip and it feels so refreshing.
“Perhaps.” Baz breathes on my neck and I shudder and finish my drink.
Baz laughs and kisses my cheek multiple times.
“What?”
“No matter how shitty it is, you’re with me forever now.”
“It won’t be shit since I’m with you.”
“That was disgustingly sappy.” I shrug.
“It’s a good thing I’m a sap.”
I grin at him and I can feel my fangs against my lips. He grins back and I see his fangs too. Finally.

I totally got carried away with this, hopefully that doesn’t seem too weird?

@shiftyspirits If I didn’t think you and Talbert would be ridiculously cute together, would I be able to write this? Also @fandomscenariosforyou managed to sneak in at the very end. Don’t ask me how. Tagging @ruinsrebuilt as requested.

Originally posted by batteredbastards


It’s hard not to notice the way Floyd Talbert watches you closely. His concern may not be verbally expressed but it’s clear in his body language. It’s no secret what his feelings for you really are, the whole company can see it. The only one who doesn’t notice seems to be you. 

On dark, cold nights when they have nothing better to do, the company wonders why he hasn’t said anything to you about it. They can see the way that he looks at you, but they can’t see his inner conflict. 

Talbert is well aware of his past. He considers you one of the least judgemental people he knows, but he would hate for you to judge him for his past choices. The continuing jokes about his reputation as a ‘ladies man’ are good-natured enough.  He knows this, but he can’t help the way the back of his throat burns as he hears them, risking a quick glance at you to see how you react.

He often sees you in the company of Shifty. He knows that his friend is a good and kind man. Someone who would undoubtedly treat you right and though Shifty swears up and down that your relationship isn’t like that and you’re just friends, he can’t help the sudden bitterness he feels when he sees you two together. 

Floyd hates himself for feeling like that.

The thing is though, you’re not half as oblivious as the company seems to think you are. How could you not notice, when the emotions are so clearly evident in Floyd’s eyes? And even if that wasn’t enough to clue you in, Easy Company are a bunch of terrible gossips. It was only a matter of time before you overheard.

And in all honesty, as much you love Easy Company, you wonder how they can possibly be so oblivious at times, because haven’t they seen the way you look back at him?

“Floyd?” you call out as you see him standing alone and are suddenly filled with a determination to solve this for once and for all.

He pretty much lights up upon seeing you, that dashing grin on his face and it’s almost enough to turn a girl’s head knowing that he’s reacting like that to you.

“Aria. You okay?” he asks. There is a composure to him and you could almost be fooled that he was completely fine with the way things were between you, that he didn’t want more. Except you had come to know him far too well for that.

“I see the way you look at me” you blurt out and almost immediately colour, because that was definitely not the way you had intended to say things. Except those words are now hanging in the air and you figure you might as well plough on.

A strange expression has overtaken Talbert’s face, there’s a touch of vulnerability to him. He knows that he’s been rumbled, knows that he doesn’t want to lie to you. 

“Look, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I understand if you want to report me to Winters. My behaviour was inapp….” he begins, already apologising and his words only falter because he feels you take his hand.

“Floyd, I’m not here to complain” you tell him, your words accompanied by a small nervous chuckle. The butterflies are stirring in your stomach and they’re not the good kind.

“I’m here because practically since the moment I met you… I fell for you” you say, only hesitating for a moment in your confession. You feel encouraged by the look in his eyes, a burning ray of hope shining in their depths, not to mention the way he steps forward.

His palm presses against yours from where you had reached for him earlier and his fingers intertwine with yours. You marvel at his gentleness, well aware of how strong he can be.

“So I’m guessing I’m not wrong in my judgement?” you ask despite the way he’s reacting to you, because you can’t help that niggling bit of self doubt.

“Not wrong in the slightest” he replied, cupping your face with his other hand. He seems to know just what you’re asking and most importantly why you’re asking, he just understands you so well.

“I didn’t see it at first, but you had a way of getting under my defences. By the time I realised, I already held you so close and I didn’t want to let you go” he tells you, his sweet words soothing you as he rubs his thumb over your cheek.

“You didn’t say anything though” you reply. At this Talbert scoffs.

“Knew you deserved better” he responds, attempting to sound off-hand with his comment, but not quite pulling it off.

You scrunch your face up in confusion at his comment, not quite able to understand his reasoning. You’re tempted to ask him what the hell he’s been taking, but have enough judgement to know that won’t help.

“I want you,” you reply firmly, unsure if you have ever sounded so determined before. “And I happen to think you’re amazing and worthwhile. If anything I don’t deserve you. I'm…”.

You don’t get to finish your sentence. Talbert doesn’t want to hear you list all the things you think are wrong about you and in a typical Talbert fashion, his way of silencing you is to lower his lips to yours.

He kisses you smoothly, which should be an odd objective, yet it fits with him. His lips are chapped from the elements, but there’s still no denying the sweetness of his kiss, the growing passion.

“You are wonderful.  You’re beautiful and sweet and talented” he tells you as you pull away, determined that you should know these things. He watches as the blush slowly cross your face and he leans in again to brush a quick kiss to your cheek, able to feel the heat lingering under his lips.

You walk back to camp together, well aware of professional boundaries, but you two can’t help but be close together, the backs of your hands brushing together as you walk shoulder to shoulder (or you would be if he wasn’t so much taller than you).

As you return to the company, you can hear Jax gleefully chuckling nearby. “That’s it, Luz! Pay up! I told you it would happen”.

“They’re not even doing anything” Luz weakly protests, but Jax doesn’t seem to having any of it.

“I know these things, George. Don’t argue with me”.

Love Letter

Being away from Astrid reminded Hiccup of losing his leg. At first it was painful but after a while the pain was replaced by an overwhelming feeling that something vital was missing.

His mind played their goodbye over and over again, each time focusing on a different detail; the colour of her hair in the soft morning light, her fond smile, the gentle curve of her belly. These thoughts were preferable to listening to the Meathead chief ramble on about their new method of grainery dispersion.

The gathering of the chieftains was a monumental affair, the most important men and women of the archipelago coming together to form new alliances for their villages. Berk’s dragons were still something of an oddity and from the moment Hiccup’s feet touched the earth he’d been bombarded with questions. As much as he hated to admit it, Hiccup knew he could do more as a dragon advocate here than at home with his pregnant wife, but it didn’t make the loneliness easier to bear.

A week after he’d arrived and the gathering had become less about politics and more about drinking. The hall stunk of smoke and charred meat but there was an ease in the air; grudges settled and tension done away with. Hiccup laughed along as a large Berserker told crude joke after crude joke.

“Chief Hiccup!” The sound of someone shouting his name cut through the noise and brought Hiccup to his feet. It was one of the children who’d been camped around Toothless since their arrival. The little girl crossed the room full of drunken vikings with a determination that reminded him of Astrid, ducking and dodging any obstacle that appeared in her path.   

She reached him and grinned excitedly. “We were playing with Toothless and a Terrible Terror flew down and it had this letter so I thought I should bring it to you.” He thanked her and took the letter. The little girl scampered off, probably back to her friends.

One look at the handwriting and he knew the letter was from Astrid. Not trusting himself in public, he quietly slipped from the room and made his way back to his quarters. He wasted no time opening the letter as soon as he was alone in his room.

Dear Hiccup,

You’ve only been gone a day and there are already so many things I wish I could talk to you about. The twins filled Gothi’s hut full of rotten fish and the smell is so strong I can smell it as I sit by the fire. Snotlout and Fishlegs are butting heads again over who should teach the academy’s class on Nightmares. Your mother, Gobber and I have kept Berk in one piece so far. I wish you were here so we could laugh about everything as we eat our dinner. Eating in the Great Hall just isn’t the same.

It’s not always easy for me to put into words how important you are to me. You’re my husband and I love you but I don’t think I’ve ever said how much I need you. It’s only been a day and yet I feel like my heart’s been carved out of my chest. I miss you so much and I need you to hurry back to me, as quickly as you can.

I’m not sure I’ll be able to send this letter, if I’ll be able to let you see it. But I felt the baby moving for the first time today and I needed you to know how I feel.

Your Loving Wife
Astrid.

He barely finished reading the last word before he was shoving his possessions in his bag and getting ready to go back home.

k-poopers20  asked:

Yoongi + fluff/comedy + 10 &7 please.

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“MERRY CHRISTMASSSS!” You shout with hands flailing in the air, the santa hat pompom swinging behind you.

Yoongi blinks at you before turning back to his computer screen. “It’s still a month away Y/N.”

“I know but…don’t you want to get into the holiday spirit?” You lean over to him, intruding in his space and covering his monitor while batting eyelashes.

He tries to hide the smile that creeps up his face, faking a frown instead. “Ah~ You’re so bothersome. No I don’t want to get into the holiday spirit. I’m busy.” He swats you away and you pout.

Yoongi is a composer, a passionate musician and one of the countless reasons why you love him so. But his company needed his work by Christmas and that made it exceptionally difficult for you to get him into the festive spirit.

First, you tried to put up the Christmas tree by yourself but being the clumsy person that you are, it nearly toppled onto you. Yoongi quickly ran when you screamed and supported the prickly pines off. He ended up helping you put on the ornaments while whining about how you were so incapable of doing simple things (which you punched him for).

A few days later, you were on a chair trying to hang some lights up on the wall and you nearly slipped while standing on your tippy toes. Yoongi who passed by and witnessed the entire ordeal, whined again and forcefully carried you off the chair (against your will). He ended up doing it for you and the lights twinkled beautifully.

It wasn’t even a week that had passed when you were trying to set up the stereo to play Christmas music and you almost got electrocuted. Of course, Yoongi swooped in and saved the day. After that, you clogged the sink while trying to bake cookies (you had poured the horrendous batter down the sink like the idiot that you are), and Yoongi had to unclog it for you.

Trying to make it up to him and get him in the festive spirit, you attempted to make hot chocolate…..which turned out to be even worse than you imagined. Somehow when you had turned your back for like…2 seconds, the pot caught fire and the fire alarm came off. Yoongi who was in the middle of recording came tumbling out and all the neighbors in your apartment complex had to evacuate the building….and you pretty much almost burnt down your home….almost.  

Everything turned out pretty okay….for the most part at least. You still felt super guilty and when your ears caught Yoongi’s grumbling, cursing how he hated Christmas, you felt absolutely defeated.

You were just so desperate for it to be the perfect Christmas, for him to love it as much as you because somewhere in the back of your mind….you were afraid that it was your last Christmas with him. Maybe he would want to end things….and you weren’t quite sure. But it was definitely the last Christmas where it was just going to be the two of you.

“Yoongi….”

“Hm?”

“I think there’s a bun in the oven…” You stammer out nervously with a forced smile.

“What?” He frowns. “But we’re having noodles today…did you make buns?”

You sigh, shaking your head. “Nevermind.”

He leaves the fridge and opens the oven, peering inside. “What are you talking about? There’s nothing inside. The oven’s not even on.”

“Nevermind, nevermind.” Your shoulders slouch together. “…..I’m just going crazy.”

And you really were going crazy. It took so much courage to muster up the words…. and he just………….

You went to the bathroom to facepalm yourself.

You were scared of how he was going to react. Were you even ready for this? Did he even want this? You knew that Yoongi loved you to the moon and back but your evil mind couldn’t stop playing out the worst possibilities and outcomes. And no matter how you tried to spit out the words, you couldn’t do it….so you tried to in a more….roundabout way.

“I’m kind of feeling sick these days.” You say while lying next to him in bed one morning.

“Maybe it’s because you tried to eat those burnt cookies of yours.”

You punched him.

“Yoongi.”

“Hmm?” His eyes slowly peel off the computer monitor to you standing at his doorway.

“Am I getting fatter these days?” You move your arms out, spinning around slowly.

He blinks twice before answering. “Is the right answer ‘no, you’re beautiful?’ because no….you really are beautiful.”

You scoffed at him, a blush appearing on your cheeks. Feigning anger, you stormed off while leaving Yoongi in bewilderment and thinking that he said something wrong when in reality, you were frustrated that you couldn’t just spit out the words.

“What do you think of another member in our family?” You ask, peering up from your meal one evening.

“You want a dog for Christmas? I mean…a dog’s not a bad idea…we could name it Holly….” His voice trails off. You almost bang your head on the table.

You burst into his room one night, falling onto your knees. He’s dumbfounded and pulls of his headphones. “SIR, SIR. PLEASE SPARE ME!” You begin to cry out. “What are you doing?! AFTER ALL I’VE DONE FOR YOU?! IS THIS HOW YOU’RE GOING TO TREAT ME?!” Yoongi stares at you emotionless as you continue your one-woman dramatic play. “WELL GUESS WHAT!? I’M HAVING YOUR CHILD!”

You finally spit the words out, hitching a breath, watching Yoongi closely.

He sighs, assuming that you’re dying of boredom enough to bother him. For the sake of returning back to his work, he plays along. “I NEVER LOVED YOU ANYWAYS FOOL! HOW COULD I LOVE A FOOL LIKE YOU?” He declares, standing up suddenly from his swivel chair. He pulls you up and like a rag doll, he pushes you out of the room and closes the door.

You smash your head against the wall in defeat.

//

Wrapping your hands around the mug, you exhale a deep breath and with a firm fist, you knock on his door three times. You twist the knob, sneaking your head into his work room. “Yoongi? Are you busy? Sorry to bother you.”

He turns to you with a soft smile. “It’s fine, come in…I was needing a break anyways.” He stretches his arms as you walk in and take a seat in the empty chair beside his. You immediately notice the heavy bags under his eyes and the drained colour in his face, all after an entire day of being locked inside his room. Nonetheless, you still feel guilty for interrupting his work since he was working on such a tight deadline.

“I got you a fresh drink…” You hand him the mug that’s still steaming and he takes it within his hands.

He sighs of relief and takes a sip. “Thanks.”

You wait for a moment before speaking again, rubbing your clammy hands together nervously. “Listen…I kinda need to tell you something…” You begin to preface, swallowing hard. “I-I don’t want you to freak out…but it’s okay if you do! I just want you to…be honest and I know this is a huge thing and…”

“Y/N.” He interrupts, swallowing down more of his drink. “…hold that thought…” He scrunches his brows together and takes another small sip. “…what is this?”

“What?”

“This drink….”

You notice how half the mug is already empty.

“….it’s eggnog.”

A good ten seconds pass before he startles you, spitting out his drink back into the mug.

“I’M ALLERGIC TO EGGNOG!”

“WHAT?!”

He rushes into the bathroom and you’re following behind him, delayed with your own shock. He’s throwing up into the toilet bowl, all sorts of cream liquid and though you feel absolutely terrible, you feel disgusted even more. Watching him stirs something inside your stomach and you realize that you’re going to have to throw up too.

“MOVE!” You push him away the moment he stops to take a breather.

Bile burns your throat and your entire dinner comes out in vile green. After a good moment and your stomach is emptied, you collapse against the sink cupboard. Yoongi reaches over and flushes the toilet, leaning against the bathtub lifelessly and you realize how red he is.

“Are-are you okay?!” You stammer out worried with a huge knot in your brows.

“I don’t know?! Do I look okay to you?!” He sputters out, scratching at the redness that’s spreading across his jawline, unbearably itchy. “WHY?!”

“You never told me that you were allergic!” You yell out defensively. And it’s a sudden trigger, the key to the pent up frustration that you locked inside of you. “WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID??!!!!”

“What?!” He cries out in complete confusion. He watches as you suddenly bolt upright and onto your feet. “Where are you going?!” He asks as you suddenly storm out the room. He stands up, ready to follow but by that time, you’re already back with a box in your hands.

You shove it into his hands and he grabs hold of it, still trapped in utter bewilderment. “I know we agreed to no gifts this Christmas….but just open it!” He stares at you blankly and you shout at him. “JUST OPEN IT YOU IDIOT!”

Slowly, he unwraps the ribbon of the box and the lid falls to the floor but none of you mind it any attention. He lifts the object up and holds it in front of his face, maneuvering it in his hands at different angles, staring and even more confused than he was before. “What…is this?”

Fitting inside the palm of his hand, it’s a pair of small red shoes.

“I’m pregnant.”

You finally spit out the words.

He redirects his attention to you. His mouth falls open and he stares at you, completely blank.

A minute passes.

“I’M HAVING YOUR CHILD!” You scream at him, unable to decipher his expression and questioning if he even understood. Something flicker in his eyes. “I’VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU A MILLION TIMES ALREADY!” You whine to him in absolute exasperation.

You’re huffing your chest, smacking his arm weakly and you downcast your eyes, afraid of what he’ll say. Maybe he doesn’t want this…you…the child…maybe this is the end of your relationship….maybe he never even lo-

Suddenly he grabs you.

You’re unable to process anything, feeling numb but you find your face muffled in his chest. His arms wrap around your back and he’s holding you as tight as humanly possible. All the uncertainties escape your mind and you don’t even realize.

“Really?” He whispers out after a minute and you can almost hear the huge grin on his face.

“…Really.” You answer with your own smile.

Finally he lets you go…. but not because he wants to. Your smile is instantly wiped when your eyes lay on the gigantic rashes on his skin. His throat is closing, his voice is hoarse and he falls to the ground dramatically on his knees.

“You…poisoned me…and I loved you…” He murmurs out with fake tears in his eyes and you don’t know whether you should hit him for joking at such a time and call 911 or grab popcorn for his rare dramatic act.

“How…how could you?” He huffs out, falling onto the floor. He reaches a hand out to you and his gummy grin never ceases. “Tell our child….I love them…”

7. I’m having your child.

10. I’M ALLERGIC TO EGGNOG!

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I thought it would make more sense to do it this way, I hope it’s alright!

Generally for all of my notes I write in black, then switch to the colour pen (in this case red) for important parts that I want to stand out. I’ll use that page I posted as an example!

1. I write the title of the sub-sub-unit in red, to make it stand out more and thus easier to find later. (It’s also centered!)

2. Of course, the formulae are in red too. Most of them are given in the exam, but it deepens understanding if I know it myself. Also, in diagrams, I write the parts that pertain to the formula in red, so I know where the values are coming from. Maybe this would be a better example:

This is about finding the median, so I highlighted the median itself, the points, and the lines indicating the lengths are equal. The triangle itself isn’t incredibly important, so that’s just black.

3. Some things don’t really have a formula itself, so in this case the steps are important. The collinearity ones are short enough that it’s all in red, but for longer ones I just write the key words in red - it’s pointless trying to memorise entire paragraphs when you can just remember little phrases. (You can see this in #4)

Also for things like parenthesis I switch to black - it makes what’s in it more prominent.

4. For justifications, I highlight the key phrases that will get the mark (they’re the words that are bolded in marking schemes, so we’d lose a mark if we don’t mention it). This method for notes in general is really helpful for memorisation - I can still remember justifications from 3 years ago from doing this.

5. Example answers are in all red. From my experience, writing blocks of text in one solid colour doesn’t really work for memorisation, and since I don’t need to remember those specific values it’s fine for me to do. It;s mostly so I can find the example faster when I forget how to do it.

I hope this helps! :D

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I just read your about page and I'm curious and slightly scared that I'm about to unleash a revolutionary, but what are your views on disney? (please don't kill me)

haha well I will certainly not kill you for ansking but I’m the one who might get killed

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Skimmons! 5 times Jemma tried to (unsuccessfully) flirt with the new girl. I will bribe you with the finest of candies

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It’s early October when Skye Avery moves in to the town with her foster dad Phil Coulson. One day Jemma walks in to class and sees her there, with silky brown hair falling past her shoulders with bangs that help to frame her face, tanned skin and wide brown eyes.

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Malec Week Day 2: Into the Future

So Shajeea an I decided to do Day 2 together and it was fun af and She’s an absolute bae (ILY!!!!!) so here goes nothing!

  • Magnus has been working on translating some ancient language for a client (and charging absurd sum of money thank you very much) and he’s exhausted. He hasn’t slept in the past 3 days, there are bags under his eyes, he hasn’t even brushed his hair so they are tousled and lack glitter. Alec has been worrying sick about him so that night he asks Magnus to come bed only for Magnus to mumble, ‘Just five minutes, Alexander.’ Alec has been lying in the bed for an hour waiting for his husband when he finally can’t take it anymore. He gets up drags Magnus to the bed ignoring his protests and removes his clothes, his shoes, kisses his eyelids, massaging his shoulders and spooning him while calling him stupid and ‘I'm the one who works hard?’ Resulting a chuckle from Magnus. He finally gives in and cuddles up to Alec and goes to sleep. Alec calls the client the next day and telling her that the deal is off. 
  • Magnus using pick up lines on Alec like

‘Darling, did you sit on a pile or sugar?’

Alec startes at Magnus.

‘What?’

Sigh.

'Did you sit on a pile of sugar?’ Magnus repeats patiently.

Alec looks at Magnus in utter confusion wondering with mild horror if his husband had lost it.

'I didn’t sit-’

'Cause you have a sweet ass,’ Magnus grinned, looking incredibly proud of himself. Alec groaned and hit Magnus with a pillow, earning a laugh from Magnus.

Magnus being drunk and using pick up lines with Alec when everyone is      around while Alec’s face reddens. Once they are at a party in Idris. All the Downworlder and Shadowhunters are invited and Magnus is drunk so he starts using pick up lines.

'Is your daddy a baker?’ Magnus grins drunkly at Alec. And Alec is confused like 'Magnus what-’ and then he understands and at that precise moment he sees Robert standing infront of them clearly having heard the conversation.

'Magnus no-’ Alec starts to warn him but Magnus is too drunk to listen and he finishes rather loudly, 'cause you have nice buns.'  Alec is mortified and refuses to meet Robert all evening.

And when Magnus uses pick up lines infront of The Little One the kid is either starts making gagging noises like 'Dad, GROSS!’ Or he laughs because some of them are terrible and Alec looks at them with fondness and endearment because how on earth did he get so lucky?

  • Alec and Magnus plan a birthday party for The Little One and Izzy offers to bake the cake. Alec shouts shrieks that he’ll do it instead since he has never baked a cake before and he loves his kid and wants it to be special. Fast forward Magnus and Alec are in the kitchen and there are bowls, spoons, whisks all over the place. Magnus got edible glitter for the special occasion although Alec still doesn’t completely believe that the glitter is edible. Alec is reading the instructions carefully, his face scrunched up in a way Magnus finds too adorable so he tape Alec’s nose with flour and Alec glares at him. Magnus grabs Alec and kisses him but they lose their balance and fall down, Alec grabbing the edge of the counter for balance but ends up grabbing the bag of flour. They are on the floor with the flour covering them when the door open and Izzy stalks in. She looks at them and shakes her head smirking, 'And I’m the one who sucks at cooking?’ Alec opens his mouth to retort but Magnus dumps glitter on Alec’s head and grins. He leans downs and whispers in his ear all the ways he’s going to eat that glitter of him while Alec’s face turns into various shades of red. At the end Alec believes the glitter is edible.
  • Malec grocery shopping like normally Magnus just magics all the things they need in the kitchen but The Little One wanted to do 'something normal for once’ so they all set out to the grocery store Alec in his old tattered sweater and Magnus with a purple T-shirt with the words 'Not a wizard,’ in glittery letters. The Little One is trailing behind his dads talking animatedly, occasionally grabbing something off of the shelf, looking at it intensely and glancing at Alec and Magnus for approval which they gave with a nod of their heads. Then The Little One sees Oreos and he just LOVES Oreos okay? The Little One is still not in control of his powers and ends up exploding the rack, Oreos flying everywhere. They don’t go back there anymore.
  • It’s the Fourth of July and the Gang is all gathered on the rooftop of Magnus’s loft to watch the fireworks. Magnus is lying on a blanket looking up at the stars and waiting for Alec. Once Alec arrives he sits up and scoots aside to make room for Alec and when Alec sits down next to him the sky lights up with fireworks. They’re explosive and colourful and they look so free, like nothing can stop them and Alec can’t help it. He tips his head upward and looks at the shower of colours in the sky, his eyes wide in wonder. Magnus is looking at Alec, watching his eyes that change colour as the sky lights up in a million different colours and it takes Magnus’s breath away. Suddenly he’s kissing Alec hard and it’s getting more heated, more passionate and it’s all Alec, his hands framing his face, his lips hard and insistent on his and they’re running out of air. They finally break apart gasping and Alec asks him breathlessly what that was for only for Magnus to answer how beautiful he is. Alec turns red and hides his grin in the crook of Magnus’s neck. Then Magnus and Alec are lying on the rooftop, watching the fireworks, Magnus resting his head on Alec’s chest and Alec spooning him. Late that night Alec whispers how beautiful the fireworks looked in the gold green of Magnus’s eyes when he thinks Magnus is sleeping.
  • As Alec gets older he starts to worry about what people might make of their relationship. When he first saw his hair graying at his temples he could barely control the panic attack coming to him, his eyes closed, his breathing deep, anything anything he could do to avoid Magnus finding out how he was panicking.  And when Alec asks Magnus to dye his hair 'for fun’ Magnus agrees cheerfully. Magnus is putting on the hair dye on Alec’s hair carefully and chatting when he suddenly notices the grays in his hair. Magnus puts the dye bowl aside and wraps his arms around his shoulders from behind whispering how beautiful he is despite his graying hair. He kisses Alec’s cheeks, temples, whatever his mouth can reach from behind. Alec has tears trickling down his cheeks, he suddenly can’t stop it, the black hole of insecurity in his chest growing wider and wider and suddenly Alec is struggling to breath. And now Magnus is infront of him, holding him, whispering to him, kissing him. His words don’t reassure him but the fact that Magnus is there is enough for him. It makes him believe that they can do this together.

The rest of them are posted on natasharamonoff ‘s blog so ya’ll look out for that :D 

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