idk if i was trying to smile

ok you know that ‘make the princess laugh and you can have her hand in marriage’ thing?

imagine so many come in.

they try, so hard, to make her laugh.

she just sits there, morose, ignoring every man who tries to coax a smile.

one day she’s sitting on the balcony. she just looks so sad.

of course that little thief tries to make her smile.

a girl who goes through the (semi public) royal gardens every day to pick flowers, even though technically only the royal family is allowed to do that. 

she sees the princess while she’s picking them up to sell on the streets, and she’s just… so sad. this princess needs someone to cheer her up.

and she tries. she’ll do silly dances when she comes in, she’ll bring up frogs from ponds and act out comedies, she’ll make flower crowns and exaggerate just how hard it is.

the first few days, the princess doesn’t even look at her.

then she starts noticing. this girl, trying so hard to cheer her up. she probably hasn’t even heard of the hand in marriage thing, she doesn’t know she’s trying so hard for nothing.

but she does it anyway.

one day, the princess starts talking to her as she does these things. “You do know that it’s useless?”

“What?” the thief says. “No way! I’m going to get you to laugh!”

“The best jesters in the kingdom have tried, don’t bother,” the princess declared pessimistically, staring down at the girl.

Then the thief puffs out her chest, “Of course I am! I’ll find the best jokes, even better than the jesters have found! I’ll… fight a fire breathing dog for them!”

There’s no laugh, but the corner of the princess’s mouth twitches. it’s sad how she thinks she can make me laugh…

the girl keeps trying, for years, making more silly stories and trading flowers for jokes rather than food or money. the princess slowly realizes the girl is getting closer and closer, asking her for responses in knock knock jokes and encouraging her to speak when she wouldn’t respond immediately.

the princess eventually had the girl hanging from her balcony, holding on tight to the rail and feet wedged between the columns, grinning and telling yet another iteration of that already old chicken joke.

the princess has been smiling, slightly, but she mostly just looks unresponsive. the girl is happy, it’s better than looking so sad, like she had been years before.

the girl moves on to puns, pointing at the exotic lunch the princess was eating. “Why do the melons have to go to get married? They cantaloupe!”

“You only know that word because of me,” the princess snarks, but there’s a small smile there, a bit of happiness. This little flower girl, this thief has grown into an amazing friend, a wonderful person who genuinely just wants to help. she doesn’t know of the deal, only nobles and jesters could know, not the commonfolk.

“Well, it makes quite the pun,” the girl says, proud of her joke. a smile! what an accomplishment!

“Say…” she continued, “What would you call a princess who got swept up in conversation a thief?” she pulled a flower out of her pocket, waving it in front of the princess’s face. the princess’s eyes crossed to see the flower before they rolled at the obvious setup.

though, it was interesting that it obviously involved them.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, sighing in preparation for another horrible pun. “What?”

the girl grinned. “A pretty theft!” she exclaimed, ticking the flower against the princess’s nose.

the princess froze for a moment, stunned. she had been complimented a million times over, called graceful by etiquette instructors, been called beautiful by many a suitor, been called wonderful by her mother before… she stopped thinking about that. 

she had never been called pretty.

she burst into laughter at the commonplace compliment, as if she was some sort of milkmaid who had somehow grown up to be good looking! it was ridiculous, the notion, yet somehow it had her blushing all the same.

then she suddenly stopped, realizing what she’d done.

the flower thief was staring at her in amazement, a blush of her own speckling her cheeks. her flower tilted out from in front of the princess’s nose, as if it had it’s own amazement.

“Wow…” the girl breathed. she’d never heard something so beautiful in her life.

The princess was silent, knowing what she had just done. She had just laughed for the first time in years.

The girl may not have been aware of the arrangement, but she was quickly swept up in it. A maid had heard the laughter and burst in, to find the thief and the princess, caught up in each other’s eyes, reveling in what had just happened.

The wedding was beautiful, a flower filled affair, a wonderful nod to how it happened. The king was so happy to see his daughter with someone who made her smile for once, tearing up as they were wed.

The princess’s laugh was still incredibly rare. She still had a hard time smiling. But a well timed joke from the girl– no, her wife– and another flower that had a hidden meaning behind it, than maybe, maybe you would hear it.

After all, the princess had finally laughed with the one she loved.

honestly i don’t think isak realizes how many couple pictures even has on his phone. he’s lost track of the number of times even has grabbed him to take a selfie with a “smile baby you can’t look any more gorgeous than you already do but you can try” and isak just rolls his eyes in mild protest. it’s a little bit annoying sometimes, especially when even wants a picture when isak has a mouthful of eggs or when he’s trying to brush his teeth, but even wants to document every minute of their lives together, so he lets it slide. one day, isak grabs even’s phone to find something, and when he opens the camera app, it’s all pictures of him, of them, together. after years of waiting, he’s found a boy who looks back, who’ll keep looking at him through the mundane, through the bad, through the downright annoying. and even will never get tired of it - every time he looks at isak is like discovering something new.

Ok so...

I was watching this series on Netflix. “Click My Heart”

And that dude right there in the pink column immediately got my attention.
I literally say “wtf he’s so cute what is this” every time the dude appears on screen.

Seriously. Look at how cute.


So I googled the cast.
And… idiot that I am, I had no idea that their names in the series were their actual names in real life. 

And that “dude” is actually SF9′s Lee Dawon

C U T E . 

So…I googled a bit more.

And I thought to myself… 

“He kinda reminds me of someone I love…”

And surely enough…these pop out of google search…

Istg everything I do just keeps tracing back to Park Jimin. o.o

Photographs (Josh Dun)

Originally posted by jcsephsdun

Pairing: Josh Dun/Reader
Words: 1500+
Warning(s): Self-concsiousness
A/N: more josh dun? More Josh Dun. sorry if this seems all over the place, Idk were I was going with it. Alsoooo I made a reference to one of their old vines :3c

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One of my fave things about Yatori is how smooth Yato can be when he isn’t paying attention. In the heat of the moment he can kiss Hiyori’s hand, pull her into a dance, lean close and smile just the right way, all completely by accident, because once he starts trying to be flirty, oh boy,

have a sad mike headcanon

They don’t play their first campaign since Will’s disappearance until almost a month later. Mike had been taking longer than usual, but none of them said anything. They saw the shadows that stretched under his eyes, the smile that never fully lit up his face. They knew he was trying his best.

When he showed up to school looking eager a few weekends later, they were all excited to hear that he’d finished the campaign, quickly making plans to head over to his house as soon as Christmas break started. Lucas and Dustin exchange looks, finally feeling like maybe something can go back to normal.

But during the beginning of their much-anticipated game, all three boys can tell something is off. Mike keeps losing his train of thought, stumbling over his words and bumbling terms they know he’s familiar with. Will figures it out first, noticing how his friend’s eyes keep drifting past his head, gazing past his shoulder at something behind him. He can’t resist, quickly turning around while Mike pauses to regather his thoughts… again.

It only takes a quick peek to confirm his suspicions.

Directly behind the smallest boy sits the fort, blankets neatly folded, pillow fluffed, SuperCom sitting angled beneath the frame of the table and chairs. The nightlight still glows from inside, making it more obvious how empty the space is as it waits patiently for its inhabitant to return.

Will turns back quickly, glancing around the circle and trying to catch Lucas or Dustin’s eye. It only takes Mike stumbling one more time before Lucas realizes what’s happening, and he and Will exchange a look, realizing they need to do something.

“Hey, Mike?”

“What’s up, Will?”

He smiles that hollow smile, eyes as empty as the fort he can’t stop staring into with barely hidden longing.

“Can, um, can we switch places?”

There’s a pause, no one daring to breathe, and Will quickly blurts the first excuse he can think of.

“I don’t like sitting with my back to the door,” he glances behind him at the basement door that leads out into the dark backyard, hoping his friend will buy it, “it, um, kind of freaks me out… now.”

It’s not a total lie and there’s no hesitation from the taller boy.

“Yeah, of course, you should have told me sooner!”

The two boys switch places, Mike carefully gathering his binder and game pieces and rearranging everything in front of him as he settles into his new seat. The rest of the campaign goes off without a hitch, the hours slipping by quickly as the four friends get more and more involved.

It isn’t until after Will leaves, when Dustin and Lucas are heading up the stairs towards their own homes, that Mike finally dares to look behind himself again, needing to check the impossible one more time.


a note for fashion website creators: please. please. you are trying to sell me the dress. you are charging 10,000+ dollars for this dress. please. take a picture of someone smiling while wearing the dress. give it decent lighting. just…don’t use a photo taken at a runway event. runway models are essentially mannequins that walk around; your customers, however, are not mannequins that walk around. take a good looking photo. i know you can because you do and it’s really jarring to see “smiling woman in studio wearing dress” surrounding “runway model”

also, that’s a hideous dress. what the fuck were you thinking.

anonymous asked:

hey! I know you get a lot of requests, but maybe you could write one about betty's mom finding out about bughead bc she walks in on them together (kissing or just like sitting together idk)

Of course!

Sketchbook Snuggles

Jughead was propped up on Betty’s bed, a pencil and sketch book in his hands.

“Stay still!” Jughead laughed.

Betty was sitting in her bay window, her hand propping her head up, her elbow resting on her knee.

“Sorry, sorry,” Betty smirked. “I didn’t know you were such a serious artist.”

“Well now that you know…” Jughead smiled, glancing down at the sketch book again. “I want to get your eyes just right.”

Betty looked straight at Jughead, trying not to move a muscle.

“Okay, done. Are you ready?”

Betty nodded, hopped down from the window and padded towards Jughead.

He carefully flipped the sketch pad towards Betty. She stopped suddenly, smirking at the page.

“Jughead!” She burst out laughing, swatting him in the arm. “I thought you were serious!”

On the page in front of her was a poorly drawn stick figure.

“Well now you know I can’t draw worth shit,” Jughead laughed, standing up to embrace Betty in a kiss.

Betty laughed and wrapped her arms around Jughead’s waist and pulled him down on the bed, kissing him lightly.

Jughead laid against the mattress, Betty curving her body around his side, resting her head on his chest.

They both sighed contently, interweaving their fingers.

“Tell me more about Jellybean?” Betty murmured.

“Well,” Jughead said slowly, tracing patterns on Betty’s arm with his free hand. “She’s the coolest kid ever. I’m not just saying that because she’s my sister, she really is.” Jughead laughed. “She looks like me, but pretty. She likes Pink Floyd and The Beatles and, well, good music.” He laughed again.

Betty laughed too, gripping his hand tighter, urging him to go on.

“I once caught her listening to One Direction and while I wasn’t going to tease her about it - she was nine, after all - she told me she just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. She said it wasn’t terrible, because it was catchy, but she’d rather go back to her music. I mean, what kind of kid does that,” He smiled.

“Definitely a cooler kid than me,” Betty murmured.

“Me too. One of her favorite movies is Kill Bill. She’s such a bad ass. She wanted to take karate lessons, but my parents couldn’t afford them, so she watched as many movies with karate in them as possible to learn. Shortly after that, my mom moved so I’m not quite sure how far she g-”

“What is going on here?” Alice Cooper asked from the doorway, cutting Jughead off.

Jughead sat up in Betty’s bed, making Betty fall awkwardly to the side.

“Uh, nothing,” Jughead mumbled.

“Betty can I see you for a second?” Alice asked.

Betty clicked her tongue, sliding off the bed, then padded over to the doorway.

Alice pulled Betty out the door, then closed it behind her.

“What the hell is going on in there?”

“Jughead and I were just hanging out.”

“Well, I-”

“The door was open, Mom.”

“Okay, yes, but-”

“Yes?” Betty waited.

Alice sighed. “Are you two… together?”

Betty smiled, looking down towards her feet. “Not officially, but I really like him, Mom.”

“Do I have to give you a Polly-esque lecture?”

“No, Mom,” Betty blushed. “I’m not Polly.”

Alice nodded once, tightly. “I know.”


“Doors open when there’s a boy in your room. It would be nice if you could tell us when he’s coming over. He’s not allowed to be here if we’re not. And he’s staying for dinner so we can… learn more about him. Understood?”

Betty smiled, nodding quickly. Five months ago Jughead wouldn’t have been allowed in her house, let alone her room. “Thank you,” Betty smiled.

Alice turned and padded down the hall, giving Betty her privacy.

Betty opened her bedroom door and pranced over to her bed.

Jughead cocked his eyebrow. “Am I dead? Do I need to climb out the window to avoid getting chopped into pieces?”

Betty laughed and climbed onto her bed. “Nope. It’s taken care of. Just need to leave the door open.”

“Are you serious?” Jughead guffawed.

“I’m serious.Also, you’re staying for dinner. Now, where were we?” Betty placed a kiss on Jughead’s cheek, then settled back into the crook of his elbow.

anonymous asked:

bro, imma test your patience with me. now idk shit about politics buuut i need to learn a little more than the basics of whats happening to brazil, you know? its hard since its a hole different country so im kinda limited, i understand portuguese but really need a politics for dummies to know whats happening and what will probably happen due to the hell thats going on in BR. help me and get a smile (pls??)

Man this is hard because I have no idea what you already know or not or where you’re from so I can’t really make comparisons?? but i’m gonna try to give you a general??? hold tight

so I guess first thing is understanding the system, right?

Brazil has a… multi-party presidential democracy. Ish. Hasn’t always been like that tho, in fact, brazilian history is filled with coups and not so democratic republics. It’s our thing. But right now we have a President, in charge of the executive power, then there’s the upper and lower houses of congress (Senate and Chamber, we call them, basically), and the Supreme Court, I guess just like in the US. There’s a president to the Senate, a President to the Chamber, and a few more important figures in each part of the government, like the ministers, or cabinet leaders, that hold, well, cabinets, like the one for Education or Health or Culture, etc, or the Government Leader in congress that isn’t really a formal title but also kinda is a job. 

So, our parties. There are so many of them. SO MANY. Y’all wouldn’t believe how many. Ok, about 30-40 of them. But really, who the fuck knows all of them? I don’t, so we’re gonna stick to the most important ones. But for that, quick history lesson: 

Remember when I said we haven’t always been, uhm, this? Yeah, up until the late 80′s Brazil was on a Dictatorship (not the first we had, but the worst we had, arguably) (and I have to control myself not to tell you the whole thing cause I just love brazilian history???? but imma stick to what’s important) THE POINT IS: during those years, only two “parties” were allowed to exist, the… pro-dictatorship party and the… consented opposition party (we like to call them the “yes” and the “yes, sir” parties cause of the obvious). Consented opposition party was called MDB (founded in 65′). When dictatorship ended, they turned into PDMB (in 1980). You’re gonna have to get used to the acronyms because we only use them here. Sometime later, in 88, some people left PMDB to found PSDB, and at the time the plan was to have it a bit more to the left than PMDB that was a pretty center-right wing party. More to the left of both of those, also in the 80′s, our Workers Party is founded, PT. Not a socialist/communist party, whatever some may think until today. You might be wondering what happened to the dictatorship supporters party, right? They’ve changed names a few times through the last decades, nowadays they’re DEM, a right wing party (ironically enough, their acronym comes from Democrats).

Nowadays you can say PSDB is a center-right wing party, PT is center-left, and PMDB is wherever it pleases (mostly center-right, though). “Isn’t there a REAL left wing then????” there is, but it’s not exactly the most powerful thing in existence, so most people atribute the “left” nearly entirely to PT, cause up until a couple of years ago, it was majorly powerful. We’ll get to that. Anyway, some left wing parties are PCdoB and Psol and a shit ton of other small ones.

Back to history. When dictatorship was ending people made an awful lot of deals to get one dude (Tancredo Neves) into the presidency (not popular vote yet, some sort of electoral college) but cause we’re in Brazil and shit just can’t be simple HE DIED before taking office then his vice president (who had just kinda changed parties to make the run) became the first post-dictatorship president. This dude is called Sarney and he’s alive until today and we like to call him The King of a state because his family basically owns it. And it’s a big state and in pretty bad condition (if you want we can come back later to why so many families are so powerful and so entirely into politics and basically owners of whole states and how Oligarchies have always been a thing BUT in another post). He’s a senator now. Yeah, cause that’s a thing, you don’t have to end your career after being president here. Oh, both of those were like, from PMDB.

Then we finally got to vote and we elected this one young unknown dude who was promising to end corruption (I mean, they all do, but, big time), his name was Collor, and he got impeached for corruption a couple of years later. Yes, you’re allowed to laugh. He was from PRN, we’re not gonna talk about this party here, no relevance. His vice president took over, Itamar Franco, and if you guessed it you probably got it right: he was from PMDB. The country was still in a big ass crisis coming all the way from the dictatorship years and Collor had just screwed up massively too so when Itamar KINDA got things under control his economy cabinet leader got big time praise…… and got elected president a couple of years later for PSDB. His name is Fernando Henrique Cardoso (we like to call him FHC) and he’s still alive too. 

So we got a few years of PSDB there cause they approved reelection in congress at some point there - let’s be honest, it’s because they were scared of the increasing popularity of somebody else that had been running in the past elections too: Lula, the big leader of PT - and they were right to, cause Lula would get elected finally in 2003 and reelected after, staying until 2011, and would hand pick his successor and get her elected: Dilma Rousseff, who would also get reelected. As you might have heard, she got impeached last year, leaving office to her vice president, Michel Temer, from… PMDB. 

For the past couple of decades, our political scenario pretty much got divided into PSDB and PT running against each other (and against a ton of minor parties that didn’t quite make it) in every election, with PT winning all of the ones mentioned above. But in any and all of the governments, deals had to be made to get - you guessed it - PMDB support. If there’s one thing you have to know about these last years of Brazil is that no one, no one can govern without PMDB. And the reason to that is on it’s historical basis: it’s basically the oldest and biggest party we got. So EVERYWHERE there’s someone from there, so they get plenty of space in government, they make most of congress, they make most of the senate, they make most of the local powers, etc. And like that, unelected, they got to the Presidency quite a few times. When I said before that they go wherever they want to, is because they’ll lean to whichever side can grant them power, and not even collectively - you can see some of them aligning to left wing politicians in some parts of the country while others get allied to right wing politicians in another part in the same election, since there are no rules against that. Today, since they hold the presidency and most of the other important roles, their main ally is PSDB, but a few years back they were the main supporters to PT, so, really, the rule should be “don’t trust them and expect anything and everything”. 

I think… this kinda covers the basics. Very basics. Roughly. It would be important for you to understand the whole Impeachment mess of the past couple of years. I have a couple of posts on that here and here and here and here and you can always go to my politics tag to search for more comments on everything. Idk, bring me objective questions or just what more you want to know after this so I can help more??? i’m really kinda lost on what to tell you and there’s sooo much to brazilian history that is important, but I think this post is way too long already x) I like telling the stories though, so ask away

anonymous asked:

IDW jazz, prowl, starscream, and g1 twins with a bot s/o who has a sparkling before they got together. Since the baby is still pretty young they don't speak much they only know how to say the word carrier and their s\o name properly. When alone together to get their attention the baby say "sire". When asked who their talking about baby just gabs their small finger at them saying "sire" in a clear voice.

YELLS THAT’S SWEET (also idk what happened but Starscream’s got kind of long I’m sorry) 


He laughs at first when he hears the sparkling say ‘sire’, jokingly poking at their stomach and asking ‘who are you talking to kiddo?’. He gets a giddy smile on his face when they grab his finger and say it again. It’s official, Jazz The Dad is born and he’s ready for the job 

Prowl TF IDW

Prowl isn’t much for sparklings, but he did genuinely try to be there for them. He didn’t expect any of his (frankly cold, at times) efforts to pay off, but when he heard the little guy say ‘sire’, his hopes went up. When they said it again, he actually smiled. He denied that it ever happened but secretly the moment made him feel happy 

Starscream TF IDW

He really doesn’t like sparklings, but for your sake he tried to take care of them as best he could when you were out or busy. Most of his ‘parenting’ consisted of venting about his day (which he knew perfectly well they couldn’t understand, but he still got slightly offended when they cut him off by giggling and papping his cheeks), letting them play with his wings, and making passive comments such as ‘you’re so tiny, it’s pathetic’ -sparkling giggles- ‘laugh while you can’. He never expected any of this to make them refer to him as ‘sire’, and frankly he’s concerned now because he’s starting to care about this little blob  (he was stunned for at least 5 minutes) 

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word count: 3,076
not as long as usual woo

warnings: violence, gore probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, dead bodies, non-con etc. this chapter has mentions of not eating idk if i should disclose that but here we are

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“Taehyung. They’ve found the professor.”

“Y/N, are you awake? They want to go over the plan one last time.” Hoseok stood in the doorway to your grey haven, not trying to hide his bright and showy smile, “Namjoon’s waiting.”

“I’ll be there in a sec, just let me get dressed first.”

It had been three days since the whereabouts of your old professor Mr Lee had was discovered. Three days since Jimin had been shot. Three days since you had shot the leader of a rival gang. Three days since Namjoon had almost killed you for being so reckless.
Only nightmares and dread pooled your thoughts, you couldn’t believe that you had actually shot somebody. Much to gang Bangtan’s dismay, you hadn’t eaten or had a good nights sleep since the night the bullet penetrated Jackson’s shoulder, you were still in shock.
If things weren’t already problematic enough, Mr Lee had been spotted too close to HQ for comfort, and he was looking for you. The professor you once trusted had now put a price on your head. Since the elusive man was seen back in town almost 60 people in the ‘industry’ had been killed, everybody suspected he was to blame. The odds of survival weren’t in your favour.

Walking downstairs into the lounge you saw everybody seated. Namjoon was sitting in an old eccentric armchair separate from the others. Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung sat on the same long luxurious sofa, with Hoseok perched on the arm next to Jungkook. Jin and Yoongi were sat on the edge of the coffee table, their backs facing you. The seven men abruptly stopped their conversation when Taehyung caught a glimpse of you, both he and Jimin immediately stood up so you had somewhere to sit. Yoongi scoffed scornfully at their action, ridiculing them,

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poop emoji review

aka smiling pile of poop my all time fave emoji as i a piece of shit relate to it anyway lets begin 

i may be bias but this is familiar to me i view him as a friend he has a nice smile and kind eyes looks a little like ice cream but i feel that’s part of the charm 5/5

something about the eyes are off putting i feel threatened shaped like a flame? idk the bottom is round makes me feel like its floating very menacing im afraid of this emoji 2/5

again thick borders from microsoft but this guy does seem friendly unlike mr google up there his smile seems genuine feel hes trying his best 4/5 

what is this a blob?? no mouth?? where r the layers this poop looks sloppy n gross like u need to take the dog to the vet make sure hes ok and i dont like the floating eyebrows 1/5

its alright but i dont like the eyes to mouth ratio tho or the colour 2/5 

no effort from htc as per usual not even a face on this guy at first glance it looks like a thumbs up 0/5 

another poop emoji with scary eyes its a friendly shape otherwise 3/5

looks like a chrater from a kids movie that would be voiced by Patrick Warburton 3/5

what a cute guy the 2d approach looks good on this emoji he seems like hed always be excited to see you 5/5

he looks really happy and cute like hes ready to have a fun time 4/5

adorable i love the expression on this guys face shaped like a friend 5/5

emojidex disappoints again…

anonymous asked:

Could you do the MetalSkeleton!Shiro au with Pidge and Shiro gen for the 3 sentences thing? IDK if you're doing gen, and if you aren't feel free to ignore this. Thanks for all your writing!

(I am ALWAYS doing gen)

The blows hit and bruised, but Shiro’s body didn’t give under them like they should have.  He was able to keep himself upright, on his hands and knees over Pidge, protecting her from the strikes of the lumbering beast trying to get through to the one that had blinded it.

Pidge’s eyes went wide with horror, but Shiro only smiled back, because he could do this for them, so he would.

(Send me a prompt and a pairing and I’ll write a 3 sentence fic)

tbh i love shipping the gryffindors with slytherins just because it’s so fun to see the slytherins roll their eyes when their gryffindor counterpart does somethimg stupidly heroic but they cant keep the fond smile of their face because theyre so fucking charmed but the others being an idiot so they have to stick with them to make sure they dont get hurt trying to save the world

or alternatively, slytherins and ravenclaws

like one of them comes up with a meticulously thought out plan and is like “idk tho it may be too much of a dick move” and the slytherin to be like “nope it’s perfect.”

or slytherins and hufflepuffs where the hufflepuff is like “but we’ll be nice about it wont we?” and slytherin’s like “yeah ofc bby” and once the hufflepuff is gone the slytherin goes “but not really.”

slytherins are so goddamn shippable