i-might-not-be-serious

I know this is a serious moment but just look at Todoroki.

His face is like

“DID YOU JUST PUNCH MY BF?”

EDIT: I just want to add since it seems some people think I take what I wrote seriously. Of course not, I litteraly tagged this as “shitpost”, because I knew it was shitty. I just thought it might make people laugh so sorry if I offended you somehow

anonymous asked:

I've seen you say a couple times that you don't see or that you're disabled. Do you mind talking about it? I ask because I am an aspiring writer and it is really hard for me. I wanted to know how you managed or what it was like?

I don’t mind talking about it. It’s something that made me who I am.

When I was about 12, my health sort of started to eat itself. I suddenly had a ton of allergies, and there were days I couldn’t get out of bed. I got sick all the time. In freshman year of high school, I suddenly couldn’t see. For a long time a thing had been going on in my eyes, but I guess I didn’t think it was abnormal until it made it impossible for me to see. Basically this hole was kind of growing in my eyes, but it was more like a rainbow.

When I started having trouble with colors and detail vision, my mom freaked out a bit, because at the time, I was an award winning artist who had ideas of going to college for art. Then I started tripping over things, hitting my head, having trouble with depth perception. Then I got sick, and I mean sick.

I spent about 23 hours a day in bed. I had almost constant migraines. I had pain in my entire body. My skin turned yellow. I went to every kind of doctor you can think of and was tested for everything there is. One day, I had about 12 vials of blood drawn. No one knew what was wrong. The eyes weren’t that big a deal at first, because it seemed like I might have something really serious. The first couple of eye doctors I went to kind of looked at me and said “Oh it’s nothing big.” I actually had one guy tell me that my brain was just shutting off my eyes because I wasn’t using them properly. Yeah.

Then finally, my mom took me to a friend of our family who happened to be an eye surgeon. She did a free exam. I’ll never forget it because it was the first time anyone believed me. I’d been told by doctor after doctor that there was nothing wrong with me. I’d been referred to therapists, told I needed depression meds, told I was just going through a phase or needed attention. Then this doctor put on her head gear, looked into my eyes…took off the head gear…got new head gear…looked into my eyes…took off the headgear…got hand held tools…looked into my eyes…and then stared at me with her mouth hanging open.

“I can’t see the back of your eye,” she said. And suddenly the world simultaneously healed itself and flipped upside-fucking-down for me.

Then it was all about my eyes, the one symptom we could see happening. The one that was the most dangerous. But by then it was too late.

What happened is pretty simple: I apparently have some weird recessive DNA. It triggers certain bizarre immune issues at puberty. My immune system decided to attack my body. The eyes are a delicately balanced system. They show symptoms first. My immune system attacked them with a vengeance. They swelled up like balloons. Normal eye pressure is about 14-17. Mine was at a 22 at its best. It put a tremendous amount of pressure on my Retina, specifically my macula, cutting off blood flow like when you sit on your foot. You know those little shadowy things that float across your eyes? They’re called protein floaters. My eyes had produced so many of those that the doctor could not see through them. It was a fog.

They had to find a way to map my eye, to track the damage. Cue the eye exam from hell. I have always been, even before my autoimmune disorder, deathly allergic to melon. Any kind of melon. But now I was allergic to all sorts of shit, fruits vegetables, all kinds of crap. My dad is allergic to contrast dyes. So when the retinologist suggested this dye-based eye exam that is kind of like a CAT scan, my mom said “no”. See, they inject you with this dye and then they flash this weird light in your eyes. It causes the dye to glow, and then they can see the things through the fog. My mom told them I was too sensitive to stuff for that to be safe. The doc assured her they’d put a butterfly in my arm, meaning the vein would be kept open, and a syringe of benedryl was set on the counter. They’d never had anyone react, and they needed the pictures or there was nowhere to go from there.

So they put this dye into me, and it was like I’d been injected with fire, but there was no way around it, and to me, I knew they only had about 90 seconds to get the images they needed. So I sucked it up. finally the burning began to spread. Suddenly my back felt like I was being stabbed, and I suddenly couldn’t speak. I tapped my hands on my mom, then began sneezing spontaneously. My mom lifted my shirt, and I had quarter-sized hives. The nurse said “Stop sneezing on the camera”. Yeah.

My mom went ballistic. The doctor flew up the stairs and gave me the emergency meds. I slid into a dissociation state and nearly out of my chair. They had to prop me against the camera for the next couple minutes and reinject the dye. No other way, you see.

They did this test every few months for a few years.

But then there was treatment. Not much they could do, except try to get the swelling under control. Only way to do that was corticosteroid injections in the eye. Yup. A needle in the eye. No, they don’t knock you out. They numb the surface of the eye with the same numbing drops they give you for the exams and then they come at you with a needle, tell you to look down and to hold still. And you fucking do.

I was 15 when that started.

I went to experimental clinics, labs, and joined studies. I dropped out of those. Why? It’s pretty simple. The first day I came to the exams, I was kept waiting for over two hours. I was taken into a room. I was left there. No information, no talking. Suddenly a man came in followed by a group of people, all in lab coats. He started moving me around like I was a doll and talking like, “The patient presents with…the patient this, the patient that…”

I shoved him back and said, “The patient’s name is Kristina, and she is 16.”

He finished his exam, and when he left, after the students had gone, he took two Q-tips, dipped them in that pink shit your dentist uses to swab your gums before an injection, and SHOVED them under my eyelids with a cocky smirk.

The patient will never be an snotty little bitch again, I guess.

So yeah. Fuck those guys. They gave me two injections in one day, which no one had ever done before, because it was almost impossible to function with two pimple-like bubbles on your eyeballs.

Still my health was bad. Then all of a sudden, when my mom had given up, It just wasn’t anymore. Suddenly, I was fine, and all that was left were the eyes. I went back to school, except now I was blind.

In a few months, I’d lost about 80% of my perfect vision. I was photophobic. I got horrible and constant headaches. I walked with a cane. And not a single fucking teacher believed me, except my civics teacher, who had gone blind at a young age due to some other weird eye disorder, and my physics teacher who was deaf. I had teachers send me to the office for wearing my sunglasses (with a note on file). I had teachers get on my case about having an audio recorder and CD player for my books. I had teachers call me names, make fun of me, make me leave class to photocopy their notes larger, so that I missed the lecture the notes were on. I had teachers take my medications which had to be in my possession because of their time-sensitive nature and constant administration and hide them in their desks as punishment for asking questions or demanding help. I had classmates pick on me, but luckily, I was well-liked, and I was an officer in the ROTC. I even excelled there in spite of my vision, because my Captain believed in my leadership skills.

I always tell this story because I think it is funny. We had this special boot camp we got to go to if we were in the upper ranks of the ROTC. If you joined the military after high school (which I could never do) you got a higher paygrade for having gone through it. Almost like taking a couple JC classes in the military. It was grueling and all physical fitness, obstacle courses, PT, classes, guard duty…fucking blah. Our unit was allowed six participants. I sort of figured that it wasn’t really fair for me to go, even with my high rank (a company XO). To my complete fucking shock, my Captain recommended me to go, cutting out a classmate (and ex) of mine who was higher in rank. The boy went ape-shit. He went on and on about how unfair it was. He even went to the school board. My Captain made his reasons clear; he told them that the academy isn’t about military sponsorship. It’s about skills and quality. He didn’t care if I had a disability. In his eyes I had more innate ability than anyone there because I had worked so hard just to be where I was. The boy was angry. I told my Captain I appreciated the gesture, but honestly, we ought to make it fair. I told him that we should train to meet the PT standards, and that if this kid could make his, but i couldn’t make mine, he should go. I made mine. He didn’t. He complained about that too. At the last minute, we were told one extra person could come because another school had lost one. So he came anyway. The whole time he bitched about me being there. When I got there, the real military officers gave me shit like you wouldn’t believe, because they weren’t used to dealing with disabilities or recognizing that they can’t discriminate against high schoolers by law. The commander of the unit tried to dress me down in front of everybody for wearing sunglasses. I was pretty pleased with myself for telling him off but still sounding respectful. He kept saying “Take off my glasses”. I told him they weren’t his. They were mine, by law, and that if he had a problem with that, he could consult my attorney, the DOJ, and the doctor who prescribed them. He tried to fuck with me. I didn’t say anything except to ask him if he wanted me to have a migraine, because that’s what taking the glasses off means. He was so confused by me he walked away and called my Captain over. There were words. After that, he came up to me once or twice, almost like a test, to ask me if I needed him to slow down or if I was getting around alright. He wasn’t being nice. He was egging me in a condescending tone and with very bullying language. He’s a drill instructor, and you know what, that’s his job. I told him I was fine. But I made a decision: I wasn’t just going to make the female PT marks. I was going to test out of this fucking place at the male PT marks. And I fucking did. That boy…had an asthma attack on the track (I had asthma too, but I worked my ass off while he coasted on his “boyness”) and failed. At the certificate ceremony, the commander came up to me and said I had really impressed him, and that it was a shame I couldn’t enter the Navy. I thanked him, but what I wanted to say was, “Go fuck yourself and take the NAVY with you”. I ended up the Battalion XO Senior year. This would have given me a guaranteed spot in Westpoint if I could have taken it. My Captain cried when he told me he was sorry he had to give it to one of our Company XO’s. I told him that it was best for everyone, because I am not the type of person to enjoy taking orders. I had learned that about myself.

He laughed.

Around Junior year I got people to pay attention. My doctors got the DOJ and the Social Security people involved. A woman came to my school and enforced compliance in a tone of voice I’d never heard anyone but my mother use. She threatened to rain brimstone down on them if they didn’t give me what I needed, and things changed.

My parents wanted me to take a full scholarship to a local school, but I wanted to get away. So I did. I wanted to travel abroad, so i did. And when I was 19, they perfected one of the surgeries they had been working on the entire time I’d been struggling with this.

See, the injections had brought and kept the swelling down, but that meant that the fog was still there (since ocular fluid doesn’t replace), and the structures in the eye had been stretched all to shit, and were laying in my eye like melted plastic wrap. The old surgery was like a blind man hacking with a machete, but the new surgery used fluorescent dyes to track movement. Dyes that wouldn’t kill me. The old surgery had a 50-50 shot at complete loss of vision and made you lay on your face for three weeks. The new was fool proof and took 45 minutes. So, I got one eye done. They swapped out all the fluid and replaced it with saline. They peeled the distorted membrane off the macula. They stitched up my eyeball and gave me a sick metal eye patch. Looked like a fucking space pirate. It was rad.

But the blind spot is still there. The cataracts caused by the steroids are still there. The scars are there.

A few years later I had the other one done too.

My college was great. It took a lot of work getting all my reading done, about 500 pages minimum, per week, done via audio. I used to spend hours at the pool table in our residence hall, listening to my books and practicing. I got pret damn good too, at pool. It was difficult taking notes or working with a note taker. It was scary traveling by myself. It was hard to get people to understand there wasn’t anything WRONG with me. Just that my eyes don’t work even though it seems like I’m normal and fine, and like they should. People always think to be legally blind you have to be completely blind, and they think you’re not going to be able to defend yourself. I’ve been targeted by pickpockets. I’ve been followed by scary dudes. I’ve been treated like shit, laughed at, and accused by full grown adults of faking to get privileges, all because I can look at the place where their head should be and smile at the blank spot there. All because I can walk down a flight of stairs with a few neat tricks I know that have nothing to do with a cane.

But shit…you probably didn’t mean to ask for my life story. I’m going to get back to the point. My writing. What has it done for that? Like how can you be a writer if you can’t fucking see? Technology. It’s been amazing. I can use a computer same as anyone. The Kindle has been a fucking revolution for me because for the first time in a decade and a half I could read without pain and suffering. Just…all the things it does have made life so much easier than it used to be. It got me out of bad relationships with people who used my disability as a control. It gave me a little bit of confidence back. It helped me know I could handle myself.

And really, I think my vision loss had a lot to do with my writing. In some ways it gives me different perspective, sure, but it’s more than that. I was undeclared when I entered college. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I thought about history or sociology. My mom had a degree in that and she was an English teacher. I wanted art history, but what the fuck was the point in that? Couldn’t see a damn thing. And then I had a class in poetry, and shit…That made sense. I’d always loved language and writing. Always been okay at it. Dorte stuff but never thought about doing it for a living. But then it was like yeah…yeah I’m gonna fucking do that. Just like when I decided to meet the male PT standards.

If it is in you. If you love it. If it defines you and possesses you, it does not matter how fucked up you are. You will find a way. You don’t have a choice. You are that thing. And you’ll adapt. You just have to let yourself. You have to keep pushing. You have to learn how to handle frustration. you have to train yourself into stamina. You just keep going. I’m nowhere near as successful as I want to be. I’m still going. I hope I get even better. I hope I can say things that make truth more obvious, or that help people put words to things they have always wanted to say.

I don’t need my eyes to be a fucking firestorm. That’s just me. Eyes don’t mean shit.

So keep going. Keep doing whatever you need to. Do it better and better. Bend yourself around it. People who see you struggle will think they’re lucky, but you and I know the truth: they’re not even close to the kind of strong you are. Not even a little bit.

winnieleighwrites  asked:

hey! how are you? story time, lol - I have spent about 5 years on this whole series that I plan to publish. all the characters are set, I know what I want them to go through, and how both the individual novels and the whole series should go. my problem is that, even though I write scenes here and there, I can't seem to be able to write at least the first book, to connect the scenes together. most I've done was redo my outline hundreds of times and write first drafts of 2 chaps. help/advice?

I’m doing quite well because of a super-productive meeting, thanks for asking!

I’m certainly impressed by your dedication to that story, but with that dedication comes my obligatory warnings about The Danger of the Story You’ve Always Wanted to Write and Why You Should Avoid Knowing Your Characters Too Well. I don’t mean to scare you or turn you away from your work, but it’s something that a lot of writers need to hear, especially early on in their skill development. It only helps you in the long run to at least be aware of the potential issues.

Part of that reason I stress it for you in particular, is because you haven’t really written much and yet you have this elaborate plan. When you get around to actually writing things, that plan isn’t going to cooperate was well as you want it to. You’ll get new ideas in the middle of scenes and you’ll need to be able to decide what to do about them. Some may change a small detail, some may overhaul your ending. You also may find that your plan has holes or your characters have inconsistencies that aren’t noticeable until you see them in scene form, and you need to be flexible enough to work with the issues you find without giving up. Writing isn’t easy. 

I’m in a wordy mood today so I also feel the need tell you about publishing, since you mentioned that’s a goal. If you’re self-publishing, you can ignore the rest of this paragraph, though it may be an interesting read anyway. Publishers, unless you’re already well-known and popular, do not usually accept series. You need to write your first book to work as a standalone novel with a complete plot, but loose ends are okay and can work as a ‘teaser’ to see if readers really want to stick with your work. The reason for this is publishers want things to sell, and a first book is like a test. If it sells well, they can grant your wish for the rest of the series, but if they can’t market or make money off your product then they wont extend the offer. It’s a common business practice for more than just books, and there’s no such thing as a 100% guarantee in business.

For your issue about being unable to write, here’s a few potential problems and how to fix them:

- You’re probably focusing too hard on your outline. Writing is one of those things where being too rigid can actually hurt your progress, as mentioned in my first earlier link, because that outline isn’t going to create any of the emotions that a story can need. An outline can have lots of detail, but it’s always missing the personal element that makes a scene come to life, which is often what creates that enjoyment of writing/reading.

- If you really have an outline that detailed, then you should already have scene connections. Look at the logic of your plot. You have to get your characters from point A to point B somehow, and sometimes that just means throwing in a time skip. I just read a book that had 5 chapters that took place in a single day and then 1 that spanned the course of a week. If nothing important is happening, don’t focus on it. 

- Related to that, your scenes should have a sense of flow. There should be a logical structure (often cause-effect) that connects each scene to make up a full story. There’s also a lot of things that connect between scenes, like emotions, reactions, etc. If two characters get in a fight in scene 1 over a choice, whichever choice prevails is going to affect both of them in scene 2.

- Here’s an ask briefly covering scene transitions if moving between them is really causing that much trouble.

- Don’t sweat the small stuff. You’re better off alluding to a small event (like a character dropping off a letter in the mail, even if it’s super plot significant!) than showing it. Showing too many little things can really drag a story down, though it’s possible to integrate them into bigger scenes with some skill and practice. Have you seen this ask where I explain the multi-purpose scene? This is one example of how to integrate tiny things that matter into the more important scenes.

- Drafts of two chapters is a start! Now figure out why that’s all you’ve written. There’s a reason you aren’t getting things done and you need to figure out what it is. Is it insecurity about your writing? No examples to follow? No time? The wrong mood? There are so many things that affect writing and unless you figure out the exact cause, I can only help so much. I seriously recommenced reading more, since your question is something that you can see so many examples of in published fiction, and examples are a great way to learn.

I’m sorry I couldn’t give specific advice, but the issue of “my writing isn’t working” isn’t really specific either. I covered what I thought might help, but I’m serious about you needing to figure out what the roadblock is. I can help much more once you know, and it’s good practice to be able to problem-solve with your own writing like that. 

Good luck with everything!

Hanna Falk Cross from Hanna is Not a Boy’s Name

For the fallout au. Hanna travelled over the Commonwealth on a case, and saw something fall out of the sky and crash close by. He’s no memory of what happened after, but he’s glowy and can charge it into his hammer. I’m not saying alien techno-magic, but


alien techno-magic. 

Day 6 of fake Inktober, using prompt list Post Apocalyptic Wanderers

i can’t quit my monster sp7 designs…. im sorry followers I Do This

james is a sea monster, steve’s a cockatrice, cib’s a were”wolf”, autumn is an anubis (dog head human bod) ;-)

There was a time when the five of them were just a band, but that was yesterday!
So innocent of this church and all it’s prophecies, but then they took him away!
The times have changed
The air’s begun to taste of metal
The whales they chant
A constant warning
They keep singing
And repeating

One of Us Must Die!
One of Us Must DIE!

I randomly got the urge to draw Metalocalypse - so I just found a random scene in Doomstar Requiem and decided to do a screenshot redraw.. it;s nothing too excited but it’s renewed my love of the show and I might do more serious ones in the future..

First of all, I would like to congratulate you for making it here. It’s your senior year of high school, and you haven’t gone completely insane. Good start.

I’m making this post as a rising university freshman, recently graduated high school senior in the United States. I know I personally panicked and looked through Tumblr for hours trying to soothe my worries, and if I can help even one scared person out there, then my job is complete. 


APPLYING TO UNIVERSITY

Yeah, this is a big one.

  • First, breathe. I promise everything will be okay.
  • Apply to as many colleges as you see fit. The number is different for everyone. I applied to 3, my friend applied to 13. Don’t panic if your friends are applying for more than 10 and you’re applying to less than five, and try to not judge them if it’s reversed.
  • Pay attention to the deadlines. I know it’s obvious, but they can really slip by you. Don’t forget to check if the financial aid deadline is different from the application deadline.
  • Don’t hate yourself if you don’t get accepted into your top choice. I know I was in this position last year, so I’m going to say it for you if no one else will. If you applied to an Ivy League or the western equivalent, there is a small chance you will get in, but a larger chance you will not. Statistics are against you. Have a Plan B and a Plan C. Dream big, and don’t let anything stop you from pursuing your dream, but don’t let it completely crush you if you don’t manage to be the 4-6% of students across the world making it into one specific university.
  • Remember that most universities and colleges require financial aid to be done and turned in alongside the standard application!


SCHOLARSHIPS

Oh dear.

  • If you haven’t started doing scholarships yet, don’t panic.There are plenty of opportunities for scholarships still. There are some with deadlines in May/June!
  • Even if it’s only $100-$200, apply for it if you think you can. That can buy a book or two or chip away at a meal plan. Everything counts.
  • With that, don’t overload yourself. Don’t give yourself 9 essays to write in one night unless you can do your best work under that much pressure and stress.
  • If you have a military parent/guardian, USE IT. I cannot tell you how many scholarships I found for military dependents. This applies to retired military parents/guardians as well. Even if you’re not planning on doing anything remotely to do with the military, they want to help you.
  • FAFSA. If you can get money from them, great. If not, let me send my condolences, I know that sucks. Keep looking.


ORGANIZATION

Here we go.

  • You don’t have to be perfect. Seriously. You don’t have to be trendy and tumblr and cute constantly. Sure, it’s nice for the pictures, but if it’s too much time and effort to keep it up and only stresses you out, drop it. I promise it’ll be okay.
  • Write stuff down wherever you’ll see it. Be it a sticky note on your mirror or in your planner, if you see it, you’ll remember it.
  • I know I might get some serious backlash for this, but you don’t need a planner. If that’s not how you work, don’t feel like you need to shell out money for one or spend time making one. Do what works for you.
  • Folders, binders, accordion folders, use whatever you have that’s in good working condition, or if you have the money, treat yourself (or have your parents treat you) to a new way to file things. Use what works for you. I cannot stress that enough!
  • There is such a thing as over color-coordinating. As pretty as it may be by the end, your brain likely can’t handle that overload. Stick to one or two different colors and it’ll be a lot easier to decipher.


ACTUAL CLASSES

Yikes…

  • IF YOU FEEL LIKE YOU ARE GOING TO SUFFER IN A COURSE AFTER A MONTH, SWALLOW YOUR PRIDE AND GO DOWN A LEVEL. Trust me, I know it sucks, I really really do, but I took a Calculus course too quick for me, and I suffered so much, as well as lost valedictorian. There’s a difference between challenging yourself and putting yourself through unnecessary stress. It’ll be okay.
  • Don’t be afraid to ask for help. Again, it’s time to swallow your pride and get whatever you need to succeed.
  • Your teachers may be exhausted, but most of them are most than happy to help you if you need it, or if you’re confused on the specifics of an assignment. Use office hours or e-mail them. They’re human too!
  • Always, ALWAYS study for your tests. Whether it’s AP, IB, Honors, or on-level courses, you can always solidify information more. There’s nothing worse than neglecting to study, being confident as you go into the exam, and then experiencing that heart-stopping, stomach-dropping moment when you have no f*cking clue what the questions are asking.
  • Not everything is about AP/IB. Sure they’re useful, but never NEVER feel like you’re less of a person or less deserving because you take on-level courses.


SOCIAL

Oh jeez…

  • In case you haven’t thought about it before, some of your friends are moving away. Spend as much time with them as you can before you leave or they leave. You’ll regret it if you don’t.
  • With that said, if you have toxic friends, DITCH THEM. You are the number 1 priority in your own life. If you don’t feel happy around your friends, then they’re not good friends. It’s not too late to find great people, I promise. I did it in my second semester of senior year, and they’re some of my favorite people that I’ve ever known to exist. Find friends for life, not friends for now.
  • It is 100,000% normal and fine to not have had your first kiss, first significant other, or first relationship by this point. I promise you. Don’t let stories of people and their 5 boyfriends/girlfriends make you feel insecure. Don’t feel pressured into doing something you’re not ready for. (Also it makes going off to college a lot less stressful if you don’t feel like you’re supposed to tag along with your s/o or have an obligation to see them.)
  • Surprise! Not everyone is actually having sex! Even some people that say they are aren’t!
  • Please, learn to love yourself. You were placed on this earth just how you are. Don’t ever feel like you’re worthless, wrong, disgusting, or unloved. You are worth so much, I promise.
  • Don’t trash talk your younger counterparts. I know they’re annoying, walking into the school and being loud and acting like they own everything, but they’ll learn. Be patient, and try to not talk bad about them. You’ll be a freshman again next year, and you wouldn’t want seniors to be talking about you like that.
  • Join a club! It isn’t too late!


RANDOM

Etcetera.

  • So here’s the thing. College and university costs way more than it should. Save money. I know it’s hard and it sucks and it’s annoying as hell, but you’ll thank yourself later. 
  • Consider getting a journal to document things you do during the year. Paste in movie stubs, concert tickets, pictures, and write a little bit about the experience! Remember to please breathe. You’ll get through it, I swear.
  • If you’re ever feeling overwhelmed or as if you can’t do it, please seek out someone to talk to. It’s scary and stressful, but it’ll most likely help.
  • Do things for you. Take a bath. Take a weekend off. Call your best friend. Read a book for fun! Do something that will relax you and make you feel better about your situation.


I promise you can do it. I believe in you, and I hope you believe in yourself.

If I missed anything or you want anything added on or answered, please let me know, and feel free to add on with your own experiences!


xx, Shelby

VIXX taking care of you when you're sick

Leo: ok so I think he might act like he knows what he’s doing, but he just ends up asking someone else, like an older person, what to do. If it’s something serious, he wouldn’t hesitate rushing you to the hospital despite your protests. However, if it’s something small like a cold, he’ll probably baby you and make sure you have enough to eat and drink. “ jagi, have you had water in the past hour?” “Do you want more soup? I’ll go make some more soup.” He’d stay by your side all day and night to make sure you’re doing okay.

 Ravi: despite his calm and cool exterior, he’ll go into full panic mother-mode as soon as he hears a groan or a complain from you. “Are you sure you don’t wanna get it checked out? I mean it might be more serious than you think…” after you assure him it’s nothing more than a cold, he still doesn’t let his guard down. Will always put your health before work or his busy schedule. 

 N: the most fun out of all of them. Will always keep you entertained and make sure you’re coughing out of laughter instead of your cold. Always has a recipe ready for when you’re not feeling so well. Won’t hesitate to get in bed with you even after you try to convince him that he will get sick as well. “I don’t care, as long as you feel better, babe.” Lost of forehead kisses and cuddles. 

 Hyuk: will probably start freaking out. Doesn’t know whether to call his parents and ask for advice, or if he should call a doctor and get medical help. He’ll always settle for comfort food and movies/music to cheer you up. Probably has stocked up on all the medicines you need, and makes sure you take them when required. Expect lots of cuddles from this one as well. 

 Hongbin: I think he also seems like the type to make you laugh when you’re sick, he can’t stand seeing you in pain. Will look up the stupidest memes and have the goofiest smile on his face when he hears you laughing. Puts his phone number as the first one for speed dial just in case you need anything while he’s away. Always drops everything and comes to your aid if you do. 

 Ken: would also freak out a little, but remain calm because he knows he needs to have a clear head. Always makes sure you’re taking the right medicines and buys you extra snacks and DVDs to pass away the time. On alert 24/7 when you need something, no matter if he’s away or cuddling next to you.

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Mark: don’t!!!!

Donghyuck: oh but I might, my friend.

Mark: I’m serious

Donghyuck: WH Y

Mark: I really don’t want people to talk about my makeup tutorial obsession

Donghyuck: it’s kind of weird since you don’t really wear makeup on your time off

Mark: IT CALMS ME

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MICHAEL EMERSON & JIM CAVIEZEL: OPPOSITES ATTRACT MAYBE…

Male Speaker: Now you guys have the best relationship on TV and I’d like to know what makes it work. What’s the secret?
Jim Caviezel: Opposites attract maybe.
Michael Emerson: Yes, or we - I was about to make some kind of flip answer but people might think I was being serious. I don’t know. You know chemistry is one of the intangibles in show business. I think we’re both serious about our work and I think we’re respectful of one another, empathic with one another and I think it shows in the work. I think we both feel each other’s pain to have these big demanding roles where everyday you get up and you wonder “Am I going to survive this work?” or make a quality product of it.

(via Comic con 2013)

anonymous asked:

I feel like it was overshadowed by cas and everything but...I'm so upset about Rowena??? Like, she was totally fucked over and deserved better!! The number of female characters being killed or fucked up this season (esp in the last episodes) have been ridiculous, not least because you KNOW they won't be brought back or respected like the male characters! Rowena was my favorite character and it makes me so angry to see her treated like this. I'm so tired of the way this show treats its women...

The strange thing is, I kinda feel like she’d be back before even Crowley would at this point.

I mean, I understand WHY Lucifer felt the need to kill her, since she was the only person with the power to send him back to the cage PROPERLY. She was the only real threat to him anymore. He sneered at Sam and Dean and mocked them AND Crowley.

I… kinda feel like Rowena is a survivor. Even now…

But even if she doesn’t come back, HECK SHE WAS THE ONLY ONE ON THE PLANET LUCIFER FELT WAS AN ACTUAL THREAT TO HIM. That’s a powerful position to be in.

I would love to see her back, because unlike Crowley who really did feel like we wrapped up his main story, I always felt like Rowena deserved some sort of retribution against not only the Men of Letters, but the Grand Coven. I mean she earned back some of that over s11 and in 12.11, but I would love to see those stories play out more now…

Plus, with Crowley dead, WHO IS GOING TO FEED OLIVETTE THE HAMSTER?!

Also… who’s minding Hell right now? I think there might be a serious power vacuum there…

(gosh I hope Rowena gets to come back. She was so good at surviving)

I Love You, Idiot // Im Jaebum

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Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Fluff, a little angst

Summary; Jaebum doesn’t reveal to you how much pain he is in - and when you find out, you’re a mix of trying to comfort him and slightly angry that he hid it from you and the other boys, too.

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And there she is - part 2 (a Sehun series)

“I’m having a small get together at my place on Friday and I want you to come.” Sehun had a way of asking a question without asking a question. It was a very effective with most people and he probably would’ve thought himself to be a master manipulator if he was that self aware. But Oh Sehun was the type of man to be blissfully unaware of the effect he had on people. Floating through life, beautiful and spoiled. Getting anything he wanted.

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