idk which one it is you tell me

anonymous asked:

idk if you noticed this but at the finale chapeau was dancing with the old woman at the shop (which I assume is the bimbettes' mother). idk, I just find it an interesting detail.

Okay.  My followers should know by now that I LOVE the attention to detail in this movie.  So telling me a detail like this–one that I’ve missed–is greatly appreciated.

And also, since the attention to detail is so precise in this movie already, there has to be some kind of explanation for this.  So. Here we go.

Not much is known about Chapeau throughout the BatB fandom. He was nameless in BatB 1991; the only thing we really knew about him was that he played the violin.  In the 2017 remake, he’s present for a lot more of the scenes: Not only does he punch LeFou in the face, he also collaborates with Cadenza (twice), helps present the food (and picks up Lumiere and Cogsworth when they fall off the table) during “Be Our Guest” and even saves Chip’s life during the fading scene.  He’s just out of frame most times, but he does these things that make people take notice of him.  So obviously, Bill and the others were trying to make him more of a character, give him more of a story.  

So the fact that he’s dancing with the Bimbette’s mother was definitely put there intentionally.  So here I’m thinking “Okay, if he’s dancing with their mom, then he must have some sort relation to the Bimbettes.  Thing is, what kind of relation?”

My first theory is that he had a romantic relationship with one of them, and that she forgot about him when the curse was cast and started pining after Gaston with her sisters instead.  It would be perfectly normal for a guy to dance with his date’s mom, right?  Well, in the 18th century, it should be fine…right? (As you can see I know nothing about that sort of etiquette…)

My second theory is that he’s the Bimbettes’ older brother.  And this took a lot of digging, but I found Thomas Padden’s (Chapeau) and Rafaëlle Cohen’s (one of the Bimbettes) online resumes.  Both didn’t specify what their exact ages were, but I did a little math with the years that were on their resumes, and found that Cohen is probably in her late twenties/early thirties and that Padden can pass as 31 to 40 years old in acting jobs.  So it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to assume that the Bimbettes are Chapeau’s younger sisters.  In that case, he’d be dancing with his mom.  Which I definitely know is acceptable. For any time period.

anonymous asked:

Do you have a list of fan fics that you have written or especially like? I'm looking to read a ton to get me through this hiatus!!!

Hi, anon! So, idk if you know this but I (Gio) run the @omeliafics account and you can find LOADS of fanfiction there! Of every genre and type you want. There’s the fic recommendation segment and the fic library, so take a look at those and see if there’s any one that interests you :) I also write the A Music Affair series, which you can find here. And, what is keeping me through this hiatus is @jordan202‘s amazing series The Journey, which tells what happened with Omelia in between scenes of the show, ever since they met each other for the first time.

But this is all my opinion, I’m gonna send a message to the other girls here to see if there’s any fic they recommend as well :) Hope I helped, anon!

disability au’s: ocd!

  • “everyday in class I see you contain your anger whenever this girl complains about how’s she’s so ‘ocd’ bc she keeps her bookbag organized and one day u finally blew up and shoved your bloody chewed off nails in her face saying “ARE U SURE YOU HAVE OCD SHARON? ARE YOU REALLY SURE?”
  • “I always catch you when you’re stuck flickering the lights on and off and just to lighten the mood I sneak up on you and mimic nightclub music just so you laugh really hard”
  • “I make all my soap by hand and it’s the only kind you allow to wash your hands with so ur kinda my best and most frequent customer and also I kinda like you so I give you bars for free sometimes”
  • “people always think I’m super mannerly when we’re together but really you just can’t stand to touch doorknobs so I always get it for you and fuckoff im not ‘mushy’ inside get away from us”
  • “you’re severe germaphobia has you very knowledgeable about the topic and even though I know I shouldn’t condone the fear, hearing you go off in a rant about how many germs certain items carry and get all happy about the ways to kill them is incredibly adorable to me, pls tell me more”
  • “I own a flower shop and you stop by every day to count the petals on the bouquets outside and you get all embarrassed about it and I can’t help but wait for you to show up through the window”
    • one day it was really pouring down and saw you still out there so I just brought the whole cart inside and joked about whether he “loves you” or “loves you not” 
  • “as you know sometimes when I say things they never sound right and I have to say them over and over again until they do, and just my luck I’ve been practicing saying “you’re cute” all day and it didn’t sound right when it finally came out so now I’m stuck repeating it over and over and pls just kill me now
    • *cue me walking away now muttering “you’re cute” all the way down the hall*
  • “there’s a legend about me where if I find you, I’ll kill you by 29 stab wounds and count each one down to the last. and most people just find this sadistic, which I understand, but really I’m just really stuck on that number—like if I could kill you in like 3 stabs I would but my mind just goes "ahhhH” and idk :/”
    • “sorry—being a spy is hard with ocd man, it’s really time consuming”
      • “but also i dont leave shitt behind so ;)”
that time Caitriona Balfe is the nicest human ever

I need to preface this by saying: I think ECCC was a bit under-prepared and overwhelmed by how many Outlander fans were there today. The lines were INSANE. I waited, each time I met Sam and Cait, no less than 45 minutes and over an hour for the autographing. and by the time we had made it to the hotel after the panel, to attempt the first autograph session, it was already filled up. at like 12:15. the panel ended at noon so like….HARDCORE. I am not so hardcore. I left and came back hahahaha

THIS GOT REALLY LONG IM SORRY

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beronica nsfw fanfic recs

alright, awhile back i said i found a bunch of beronica smut fanfics and was going to post the good ones when i was done, and so i didnt actually finish all of them, but here are some that i have. most of these are underage obviously because the show takes place while they are in high school, so 18+, keep scrolling.

  • seventeen minutes in heaven by aerialiste: really good!! closet scene from 1x01, but betty and veronica go in instead
  • exhibitionist by beranica: set at a party, the girls are dating and do it on a balcony
  • lead me by bluejbird: part one of what i guess is going to be a little smut series thing. veronica teaching betty how to do sexy things; super cute
    • touch me by bluejbird: second part to this series, there’s mirror sex which is cool?? idk what you like maybe not
  • best i can be by godots: set in the future and they have drunk sex. this one kind of made me sad at the end even though it wasn’t really a sad ending, you won’t try though i promise

that’s legit all i’ve read because i’m lazy and i don’t have any time to do anything, but i promise i’ll get some more.

imjustlo  asked:

I have a question. At the height of the word "squick", which is an amazing word, did it ever get used in like... an offensive way? I know people who would use the word to be like "I don't read about trans characters having sex cuz that squicks me out" and I would never ask anyone to explain a squick otherwise. I'm just wondering cuz it crossed my mind as something someone's mentioned in passing to me

Oh yea, you’d see it fairly often, especially on the livejournal and ff.net days when there was major pushback against m/m and f/f pairings (any pairing other than m/f—even if it was not erotic—was considered “explicit” and potentially “harmful” for “the children”, which is why us older ones push back so hard against people trying to enforce censorship onto places like Ao3 because they can’t stay in their own god damn lanes. We’ve done this dance of dealing with the falsely pious and vindictively righteous many times over before.) and to try and avoid being labelled homophobic the person would generally say something like “idk it just squicks me out I can’t help it” in much the same way old people say “I’m set in my ways you can’t expect me to change now” when you tell racist grandma not to use the N-word at thanksgiving.

And like, there’s a difference between “I dunno I don’t like this pairing, their power dynamic squicks me out” and “I don’t like this gay pairing, their gayness squicks me out” and you could usually tell which one the person meant cause, well, the latter would never shut the fuck up about why you were wrong to write about it. Some things never change, just the ship names and the hosting platforms. 

New York // Part 1

hi. um, sorry I haven’t been really active on here, I didn’t have any motivation to do any of the texts or write one shots or anything like that. although after Harry’s performance on snl I was like yanno what I really wanna write somet about it so here it is. well, the first part. I am planning on writing the part where he’s on set and stuff I just kinda had to intro the whole thing plus I guess it was about time I posted somet as well. hope you enjoy it, make sure to tell me if you have any ideas or if I should start one shots which are continueous? I’ve seen some people do that and it seems interesting, it’s not so much as a fanfiction because the events wouldn’t be happening after each other but they would have some connection. wow I’m rambling but tell me what you think! happy easter guys! 🐰 oh and you can follow me on my main blog which is hesasnowflake bc i kinda got back onto it? idk up to you. oh that’s also my twitter if you wanna give me a cheeky follow lmao shameless promo x have fun reading this tho also idk when part 2 will be out so keep an eye on this blog or just turn the post notifications on. lotta love, xoxo -b

Travelling was always one of my favourite things to do and so when it meant it will excuse me from doing other things I was supposed to, I just loved it that much more. Working on assignments wasn’t near as much fun as packing a suitcase, getting a plane ticket then driving to the airport and getting on a plane to get somewhere else in the world.

Honestly, there was nothing better.

Even though many people don’t like long flights I personally enjoyed it. I liked going on different planes, experiencing different journeys with different people. I know I might sound like a right weirdo at this moment and time but I’m only telling you the truth.

And so going back to the beginning, where I was saying I loved travelling just a little bit more when it meant I didn’t have to do certain things – well, at least for a little while – that was exactly the situation I was in right now.

My luggage was already checked in and I went through security as well so I had the chance to get myself a nice cup of coffee from Starbucks with a sandwich which I ate at one of the tables there. Feeling extra happy, I pulled my phone out of my hoodie pocket and pressed down on the button on the device so that my screen lit up. A smile made its way onto my face as I saw unread messages from my best friend who also happened to be my boyfriend.

Harry: you’re still coming right? I’m absolutely flipping nervous

Harry: oh crap I’ve gotta go, we’re doing an intro ad thing for the show. see you soon hopefully. love you x

A light chuckle left my lips as I clicked out of the message and opened another one from my lovely mother who was asking me if I made it onto the plane yet or if I’m still at home, lying around on the couch. Well what can I say I was never one to leave in time or make it in time to somewhere therefore I wasn’t surprised when I saw her messages.

Instead of texting her back, at which I was absolutely terrible but I think that was already shown when I never answered Harry, I clicked on her contact name and called her.

“Hey love, are you at the airport yet? Are you all checked in, yeah?” she asked me straight away, not even letting me take a breath before she flooded me with her questions.

But I guess mums will always be like this, right? And I should be grateful she’s like this with me because most children don’t have the opportunity to have a good relationship with their mothers or parents in general. 

“Hi mother, yes, I am at the airport and yes I am checked in,” I laughed as I lifted my cup full of hot coffee which may I add very rarely drank. I wasn’t the biggest fan of coffee but I needed it in that moment.

“Very well then,” she sighed. I heard soft clicking noises in the background so I knew she was working on something like she always did. It was as if she never stopped. If she wasn’t at work she was cleaning the house, the garden or doing extra work at home. I guess you could say she was really work-orientated, she liked keeping herself busy at all times. “Have you talked to Har yet?”

“Hmm,” I hummed as a huge smile appeared on my face again. My mum and dad called Harry “Har” and he loved it and it just made me very-very happy because they got along so well. “Although he had stuff to do so we didn’t talk on the phone.”

“Right, he is a busy man, isn’t he?”

“He is,” I agreed. “Anyways, I think I should get my laptop out and do some work so I don’t have to do all of it when I get back. I know for a fact I’m not gonna do anything while in New York.”

“That’s great thinking, my love. Looks like you inherited some of my drive to do work whenever wherever,” she laughed.

We talked for a few more minutes then she had to excuse herself because she had a Skype interview with one of the applicants or something like that. I guess you could say my mum was a boss-kinda-person at work meaning that she was an important member of the company she worked with.

While I had my laptop open and my drink in my hand I didn’t really do much although I didn’t expect any less or any more from myself. Basically, I just wasted my time until I had to pack my stuff away and get my arse on the plane. Which might I add was happy about. How could I not been happy about it?

Finally, I was going to New York. Not to mention the fact that I was also going to be seeing my amazing boyfriend who I miss very much.

**

Those eight hours on the plane didn’t even do anything to me. Probably because I slept all the way through which was clearly shown in the fact that my phone’s battery was dead since I forgot to plug it in once we were in the air and I was listening to music throughout the journey.

When I got through the security and immigration which was literally the longest bloody thing ever, I got my stuff then sat down inside and got my laptop out. It took me about fifteen minutes to connect to the free Wi-Fi which was terrible on its own so that just added to my stress and small amount of panic which was starting to build up within me.

I had to get a hold of Harry somehow because stupidly enough I didn’t tell him the time my flight would be arriving here and I also didn’t let him buy my tickets. Well, he helped me out because he truly insisted but he just transferred money onto my card, which honestly was more than I needed so I sent it back to him and only used a small amount of it, and I was the one who bought the tickets.

Once I was on the internet, I clicked on my messages which were blowing up, all of them from Harry. I didn’t even bother reading them I just clicked on the little bar and started typing out what I wanted to tell him before that stupid free Wi-Fi cut off.

Me: hii, I’m here and I’m stuck lol. my phone’s dead cos I never charged it on the plane so if you could come get me from the airport that would be lovely. sorry for not telling you when I was landing, I totally forgot. I’ll be outside but don’t bother replying bc the wifi is shit and I’ll probs won’t get your messages. I love you see you soon x

To send that message it took me like another ten minutes and just when I thought it would never go through, it said “Delivered” under it. I felt the built up pressure leave my shoulders as I almost closed my laptop off but then I saw his message pop right up.

Harry: good thing I have amazing connections right? I figured I’d find out when you’ll arrive because I know you and I had a feeling you’d end up stranded at the airport

Me: wait what you spied on me little fucker smh well at least you’re here right I’m really hungry haz hurry up please the wifi will go away pls xxxxxxx

Harry: get up your ass then and come out. I’m in a white Audi right as you come out the sliding glass doors

I smiled reading that message. I didn’t even bother putting my laptop away I just closed it down, put my backpack on my back then with my macbook in one of my hands and my suitcase in the other I started making my way out of the airport.

The sun was brighter than my future in that moment and I absolutely regretted not taking my sunnies out but it didn’t matter too much as soon as I set my eyes on the car which he mentioned in his text.

Squinting, I walked towards the car and as I was about to open the door, the window rolled down at the driver’s seat.

“Hey, what are you doing?” asked the lad as I looked at him, one of my hands coming in contact with my forehead so that I could keep the sun out of my eyes.

I could feel my cheeks heat up as I looked at the stranger, confusion taking over me completely.

“I-I’m so sorry sir, I thought-, my boyfriend,” I stuttered as I didn’t know what the actual hell to say. Was Harry seriously taking the piss? “I’m sorry, I’m going now,” I told the man as I reached out to my suitcase handle then pulled it behind myself.

I couldn’t believe how big of a dick Harry was. Did he find that amusing? Well, knowing his crazy ass he most probably did. And he definitely saw it all happening from one of the cars.

I crossed my arms once I put my laptop away in my backpack and leaned back on the seats. I honestly didn’t find this shit funny at the beginning then as I started to get over it, I begun to chuckle slightly until I realised I was shaking my head and grinning like crazy.

This was not the first time he had played me like that. We’re always like this with each other though. Some people would say we are too immature for our ages but I mean we couldn’t care less about their opinions. This was another reason why we worked so well together with Harry.

“Now that, my friend, was absolutely hilarious!” looking to my left I saw him walking closer, looking bloody gorgeous as always as his deep voice made a few people look at us.

His outfit was full black like always, his skinnies hugging his legs perfectly and his dark coloured shirt was so see-through you could easily make out the butterfly on his tummy and the swallows on his chest. He was fricking perfect and he knew it. Well, I was hoping he did because he was.

He was laughing by the time he got to me and all I did was shake my head and stood up, my hands still folded together and pressed against my chest.

“You’re just so funny, aren’t you?” I asked him, arching a brow while the tone of my voice was nothing but pure sarcasm.

“That I am, baby, that I am,” he smiled as he put his arms out, ready to pull me into a hug and boy did I waste any time? The fuck I didn’t! I almost flew into his arms, my body literally smacking into his and he had to take a few steps back as I basically fell onto him. “I missed you too, love,” he laughed quietly.

His arms wrapped around me in a tight hug, his chin resting on the top of my head then later he pressed a few kisses onto my hair. I hid my face in the crook of his neck as my hands wrapped around it and locked my fingers together at the nape of his neck. I sighed as I let myself melt in his touch, in his hug, in his arms.

“I love you,” I whispered as I pressed my lips against his skin for the shortest second then pressed my temple against his neck before I pulled away.

“I love you more,” he kissed my forehead as he let his hands slip off of me; down my arms and in the end he intertwined our fingers. Bringing them to his lips, he kissed my knuckles while he shut his eyes, not minding one bit that we were still out in the public.

Once he let go of me he took my hand in one of his hand and got my suitcase in the other one. I rolled my eyes as I saw we were nearing a black Audi and not a bloody white one. I could hear him chuckle as he opened the boot and put my luggage in and I just got in the passenger seat at the front.

Soon enough he was sitting next to me, buckling his seatbelt in and starting the car right away.

“Hand?” he held his right hand out to me as he looked to the left to see if any cars were coming and I just had to give in. Making sure my sigh was loud enough, I put my left hand into his and he once again intertwined our fingers. “I’ve gotta nip to the studio real quick to sign some papers with Jimmy. D’you wanna come or should I take you to mine first?”

“Whichever works for me,” I shrugged. “If yours is too out of the way I’ll just go with you and then we can get some food because I’m still starving then go home.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

**

And so that is what we did. Harry quickly went into the studio and he was out within ten minutes. I was dying at that point, my potential jetlag and hunger both doing my head in.

“Okay-okay, what d’you wanna eat, hm?” he asked me as his hand found its home on my thigh, gripping it a bit here and there.

“Dunno, don’t care,” I muttered. “Whatever’s close s’fine by me.”

“I’m guessing you don’t wanna go in, right?” I shook my head no and he hummed in response. “Have you ever had Taco Bell before?”

“Do I look like I spend all my time in America like some poeple?” I asked back sassily. I was tired and hungry with a headache on top. I wanted to cuddle Harry and sleep. And food of course.

“Drop the attitude, sunshine. I’m not up for it.”

“Well I’m not either so that makes two of us,” I told him right away. “Take your hand off of me now and take me home. I can’t be arsed getting food now.”

“Whatever.”

It took us twenty minutes to arrive at Harry’s penthouse that he rented while he was in New York or he owned it. I honestly didn’t have a clue and I couldn’t care less. I wanted a bed and nothing else. I was starting to get in a pissy mood and I didn’t like it because I knew Harry didn’t need my stress on top of his.

Throwing my stuff on the floor I found my way upstairs and into a bedroom which most probably wasn’t the one Harry was staying in because it was way too clean and I didn’t see anything in this room apart from the basics.

Shutting the door behind me rather strongly I plopped down on the bed, slowly crawling under the sheets and putting my head on the pillow. My eyes were shut right away and I felt content. Relaxed. Cool.

In that moment I also knew I should’ve stuck it out, taken my attitude back and get food instead of coming home but oh well. I made a scene already so it didn’t matter. Especially not after I fell into a deep slumber.

Me trying to explain everything about MysMe to my friend -.-
  • Me: so, then there's seven. He calls himself 707, which is an error code that refers to not being able to forget, and he'd call his gf 606 which refers to an error code of resetting. Aka, he sees every reset and sees every time she plays a route!
  • Friend: You mean to tell me he sees you cheating on everyone?
  • Me: No no no, he sees every reset and every time you reset yo-
  • Friend: You fucking cheat on the one in the last route. And he sees you cheating every time?
  • Me: I- uh..actually..yeah..OMG

briefzombiechild  asked:

I just have to say that your art is amazing! The effort you put into these characters - designs, scenarios, fusions - it's all incredible! Especially the human versions of their cars... Although I didn't notice Sasquatch there. Do you have any plans on showing us her humanized look? Just curious. Have a nice day :)

1. Thank you so much!  ^////^  That’s the sweetest thing I’ve heard all day, ahhh <3 <3

2. I’ve had the idea for Sasquatch in my head for a long time, but I never got around to actually doing art of her!  :D  She’s a big ol’ beaut.

“Give peace a chance and then if that ain’t workin’, kick ‘em in the nuts!” - Sasquatch at some point probably.

She’s a weird and contradictory mixture of aging motorcyclist, hippie and lumberjack, and she could probably lift Nine with one arm.  Jacob (AKA “Goat”) is her vintage and extremely souped-up chopper, which she occasionally takes her dates out on, to the kids’ general disgust.

…..she’s got really big feet.

anonymous asked:

hey Mod. Hope you're having a good day. I've been following u for a long time and I noticed you latch onto a certain kind of character type. Reigen, Gladstone. That one dude from phoenix Wright u made an alternative ending for. You seem to really like morally grey characters but idk if that's the best term to use? I guess if I were to describe it it would be 'guy with calm passive-aggressive disposition saying cynical things with eyes half closed' Is this a conscious choice of archetype?

Haha, yeah… I guess, I just relate more to characters that aren’t completely bright and shiny? Which is weird because I certainly adore and look up to characters like Wander from WOY like gosh I really do love me a cinnamon bun lemme tell you what, but… I think when I see characters who are openly, obviously flawed and perhaps even a little hate-able I see myself in there much more easily than the more popular and perfect ones. It’s not that I ‘like them better’ necessarily, I just find myself able to understand them very easily. Again, might sound weird; I try hard to be positive and put up a good front, but then I always feel like maybe I try too hard, that maybe that’s annoying and that I’m not as good as I act or try to be. I don’t know how to explain it without sounding crazy but I think it’s a mix of a) finding them more interesting and complex as personalities, and b) intrinsically relating to and empathising with morally grey characters more easily than overtly ‘good’ characters.

anonymous asked:

It's just a thought but maybe Louis asked his team to stand back because he wanted Steve and his team to be front and center. This is after all a Steve Aoki ft. Louis Tomlinson song and not vice versa. Maybe he doesn't want to steal the thunder? Idk

Sorry, but this idea is absurd to me. Steve has 4.7 million followers on Instagram - compared to Louis’ 12.2 million. Steve has 5.52 million followers on Twitter - compared to Louis’ 23.8 million. There is no universe in which Steve Aoki (and in my opinion, Louis, though you can’t tell because of how shitty his team is at the moment) wouldn’t want their song and performances promoted to every single person possible. Promotion of their single is not about one person “stealing the thunder.” Every additional fan that hears about the song and watches their performances benefits BOTH of them, not just one or the other.

I was watching a documentary about John Lennon and I heard something I never heard before so I didn’t know if any of you guys knew.

Well the documentary said when John was in The Beatles and he tuned his guitar, he would put it slightly out of tune so when his Aunt Mimi asked “are one of the guitars you?” He could say “yeah do you hear the one that’s slightly out of tune? That one’s me.” And they could always tell which guitar was John. After he left The Beatles he never stopped tuning his guitar that way.

lovinglaurens  asked:

akshsisv pls share ur autistic alexander hamilton headcanons with me??? I want to write him in my next fic!!!!!!

aahhh

- volume control? whos that? never heard of her
- stim toy goblin with 9 drawers full of Stim Stuff
- [flops near a person] lie down on top of me for 6 hours please
- gets stuck in an activity…spends 8 hours popping bubble wrap if u let him…
- whats “stopping doing x to eat”? never heard of her
- time is fake so its ok to stay up until 7am and then sleep til 4pm
- yknow whats a good time? peace and quiet
- echolalia….Internal and Vocal…
- a Tone? On MY Internet? It’s More Likely Than You’d Think
- alternatively, That Sure Is a Tone, But Which One? Idk But I’m Anxious and Ready To Fight Now
- You Said We Were Going To Fight and I am Here But You’re Not And I’d Like to Know Why You Would Just Tell Lies on The Internet?
- [repeats lines from whatever hes writing out loud for 4 straight hours] [someone else reads the thing he’s writing like 8 hours later] “ohhh……that’s why…”
- gives good n firm hugs
- looks like 3 inches to the left of anyone he talks to
- headphones (is anything playing? we don’t know but they sure are on)
- [cuts off the arms of strangers if Touch occurs]
- Gullible? Me? ……..Yes, Definitely, But I Feel Called Out and Defensive Now
- same song on repeat for 5 weeks. “can we listen to something else” “no” “but” “no”
- AUTISTIC SAMEFOODING….like 2 things he will always default to if hes gotta Eat and he cba to think abt what to make
- dont touch his food he’ll Cry
- If I Pause Writing To Eat I Will Never Finish Writing So I Can’t Take A Break, Sorry
- sarcasm is fine from 4 and half specific people. the rest of them? Hmm
- abrupt nonverbal shutdowns that seemingly come out of nowhere
- routines but like. in a way that are not very obvious to other people? like his sleep schedule is a MESS but if u take 1 piece of broccoli off his plate before he has the chance to eat? he Will cry. He Was Going To Eat It Now Everything Is Messed Up. Forever.
- trouble making friends bc 1. whats the point of other people and 2. difficult they dont Understand
- [creeps around the house on his toes and doing the Autistic Raptor Hands]
- “hmm whats this” [puts it in mouth]
- a Gender? In MY House? I Dont Think So!
- [repeats the same thing 9 times in a row] WHY ARENT YOU LAUGHING/PAYING ATTENTION
- [teddy bear/inanimate object gets Hurt] oh no….o hhn n oo,,, ,.. oh nn n o o,,,.
- bad sensory feeling: [occurs] him: [Angry Flailing]
- if he likes u he will message u nonstop. it’s 4am? too bad. heres a picture of 2 birds in a swing. look at him go, liking all ur facebook statuses and tweets.
- i could go on. forever.

anonymous asked:

Hey I really loved your 'not recognizing the RFA' headcon, would you please consider doing V and Saeran? It was very well written and I enjoyed it a lot, thank you for writing wonderful things

thank you so much! i’m glad you enjoyed it

here’s part one

V:

  • There was a man you accidentally bumped into at the park one day
  • Both of you were starting to apologize when you looked up and saw his face
  • oh god ohgodohgodohgod he’S HOT
  • Safe to say, you were attracted to him right away
  • Since V knows what you look like thanks to Seven, he recognizes it’s you after a while
  • But then he realizes that you don’t recognize him which makes sense tbh since he’s barely in the chat and everyone has hidden identities
  • After you both blurt out apologies, he invites you over to one of his art shows
  • You kinda start freaking out because omg did he just ask me out on a date???
  • You happily accept and when he walks away, you immediately go into the chat to tell everyone the news
  • Someone asked what his name was and you said it was something like “idk V…?”
  • Jumin raised his eyebrows when he read that before he secretly praised and rooted for his best friend lol
  • Yoosung: ಠ_ಠ
  • You told everyone how attracted you were to him and how excited you were to see the show later
  • Of course the entire time, V was reading these messages because he wanted to know what you think of him
  • He got little butterflies in his stomach when he found out you liked him as much as he liked you
  • so sweet, so pure, so precious
  • When you met him at the art gallery, he gave you a single rose awww
  • It’s at the show when he reveals himself
  • He tells you that he’s grateful that you feel the same way he does and hopes that he can take you out on more dates
  • YES OF COURSE YOU CAN
  • Lol i mean you were surprised at first but after getting over the initial shock, you ended up really enjoying the date

Saeran:

  • You were just strolling around when someone in a hurry just straight up crashed into you
  • You were about to start yelling at each other when he paused
  • Saeran: oh shit
  • Out of all the people he had to run into, it was the one he manipulated omg good going saeran wtf
  • Meanwhile, you’re kinda pissed kinda attracted bc let’s be real there’s no denying the fact that he’s hot af
  • he could punch me in the face and i would say thank you
  • Anyway, before anything could happen the boi literally runs away
  • You’re standing there kinda like wtf just happened
  • But you go onto the messenger to tell the members what had happened
  • After telling the story, you admit to them that he was kinda cute and you kinda wished you had at least gotten a name and phone number
  • Saeran is lowkey creeping around an reading these messages and is really surprised at the confession
  • He starts getting a fun idea in his head and starts fucking smirking i stg
  • Later that night you get a text
  • “watch where you’re going next time. good thing you’re cute. see you soon.”
  • It clicks that the person you ran into was Unknown 
  • You proceed to start freaking out before you get one more text
  • “how about not telling the others about this? let’s keep this our little secret.”
Love or gratitude ? BTS Jimin (M) chap 07

“pairing: JIMIN X  reader y/N

              ft Yoongi

Genre: angst/smut/ best friend

M= mature contents

summary: what will you do when all of sudden you find your self getting married to someone used to be your best friend’s lover just because he turned to be a father !!!

masterlist

chap 01 | chap 02 |chap 03 |chap 04 | chap05 | chap 06


Originally posted by bwipsul


PS i want to draw your attention guys to know that i’m not good in English, idk why this is keeping bothering a lot even i kept telling people to excuse me , well i enjoy writing and i’m happy i’m making some one happy at least , i don’t do a pro edit coz i can’t maybe i don’t have learn that much but i’m trying to do, so please to make things easy for me just tell me which part sucks from now on so i can fix it and thank you for reading if you know how bad this is turning on ,and i will be totally happy to receive your help if you want to but please don’t send me hate!  

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Got7 Reaction: When their toddler feels insecure about their skin color

Anonie Asked:

hii, could you do a reaction for got7 when their toddler feels insecure at school bc of their skin colour?? idk why but I think it would be so cute when they’d tell their toddler how beautiful they are ^^

Mark: He picks up his four years old daughter from school one day, and she is quite which is not normal. He worries bout what happened today, so he gently asked her about her day. To which his daughter replies ‘that other kids don’t like me cause I’m dark”. this caught Mark by surprise, but he quickly snaps back to boost his daughter up a bit. “You know, little one, you are the perfect product of the most beautiful women in the world, which makes you the more beautiful Daughter in the world, no matter what anyone thinks of you.”   

JB: It was a special daddy-son day with JB and his 6-year-old at a local cafe. They laughed and joked with each other, but JB noticed how he kept pulling his sleeves down and kept trying to hide his face from the sun. JB asked what he was doing, and the little boy replied “I don’t want to get darker. I wanna be white like the other kids” It was so shocking to hear his boy speak like this about himself. He was really at a loss for words.

Jinyoung: His daughter came up to him after school and told him how the other kids said that she should use bleaching cream to be pretty. To which he greatly deny and made sure that she knew it.  “no no no don’t listen to those kids, they don’t know what real beauty is yet. But trust my little one, I do. And you are pure and genuine beauty. You are a princess.”

Jackson: Once he saw that you weren’t confident in her skin he had sure she presented herself with the same strong outlook like her mother. “when every you walk I never want you to look down okay. All way keep you chin up high, and a smile on you face. Cause the skin you are wearing now has  confidence and strength just like your mothers and mine” and we all now that Jackson can’t stay serious for a long time, so he just had to add “And if those little kids try and tell you anything other than that just hit them with that sass your momma had been teaching you. Neckroll and all.”

Youngjae: After hearing his son speak so lowly about his tanned skin he knew there was something you and him had to do to make your son aware of how special he his and how attractive he looks with his skin “maybe we should teach him more about your culture. yeah”  

Bambam: his 7-year-old came to him one day asking about whitening cream. lord knows how told him about that type of product but that was beside the point that his son was looking to whiten his skin after hearing the children in his class talkabout him. “you know, it took me almost a year for me to get with your mother and once we had you, I realized that all my hard work and perseverance was worth it. so the next time you hear anyone bothering you about your skin just remember that you are the product of hard work and power which makes you powerful”

Yugyeom: His daughter would pout at yugyeom telling him about her day at school and how the other kids kept making nasty comments about her skin. “well, you have one thing those kids don’t have” his daughter looks up at him confused “a dad that will get his little princess ice cream after school” her face light up with joy “really” she asked and yugyeom nods “yep, let’s go”

my favorite throwaway line in the weirdmageddon trilogy is when the time cops show up and bill just “just play it cool! ditch the time punch, let me do the talking!” because it implies one of three things

1. at least one of the henchmaniacs isn’t like. old enough to drink? or allowed to legally? like fuckin’ “remember, 27 of your faces are minors, creature with 98 faces, and teeth, you’re not legally allowed to drink since the incident, so if the cops show up, tell ‘em we’re clean, okay?”

2. that time punch isn’t booze but it’s like some really strong illegal drug or something, which is funny because imagine getting arrested because you were using something called time punch. idk the name just cracks me up

3. bill isn’t old enough to drink. bill cipher, inter-dimensional nightmare, dream demon, breaker of minds…  needs a fake id to get into a bar in the nightmare realm. “i’d use his molecules to salt my margarita if i could…” yeah, sure, and he’d need pyronica or kryptos to buy that margarita for him in the first place

Assbutt

A/N- I kinda dodged it a bit. I didn’t add anything severe though. I know a bunch of bad words in spanish but I don’t know why I couldn’t think of them as I wrote, and the ones that I did didn’t really go with the sentence. haha Sorry about that. Tell me what you think!

Request-Hi! Can you please write an imagine in which the reader speaks Spanish and when she’s nervous and angry she curses Spanish words and the guys (Sam and Dean) don’t understand her, so they call Cas and ask him to translate and he get uncomfortable by not wanting to curse a lot, idk if it’s any good but I would like to see it , I think it would be funny idk :/

No Pairing

Word Count- 1189

Warnings- Profanities in Spanish?


Dean and Sam were in their motel room, while you were in yours. The hunt was done but they both had something on their minds. None of the voiced there concerns for several long minutes.

“Does Y/N always talk in another language?” Dean questioned suddenly.

Sam who had been thinking the same thing shrugged, “I… think so? I think Y/N only speaks Spanish when they’re mad,” he answered, while trying to recall all the instances you had spoken Spanish.

“So it’s Spanish? What are they even saying?” Dean asked. It was as if he was hearing you for the first time.

“I don’t know?” Sam responded quickly.

“I can do Latin but not Spanish,” Dean said, shaking his head. “Maybe… Maybe we can get Cas to translate?” Dean said in a questioning tone.

“That’s probably a good idea… but how are we going to get him hear in time?” Sam questioned in return.

They were both silent, thinking of what to do. When Dean looked up, though he had a serious expression that through his brother off.

“We’re gonna have to get Y/N mad,” he said.

Sam’s eyes widened, “You… sure about that?” he asked, hoping that Dean would maybe reconsider.

It wasn’t that they were scared of you. No of course not. They were Winchesters after all, but the aura surrounding you when you were angry. No that that scared them.

“It’s the only way,” Dean responded. Though he looked overly serious for it being just a matter of knowing what it is you say in Spanish.

Sam looked down and thought about it, “What if we just… record what Y/N says?” he suggested. Dean smiled at the idea.

A week later~

You were all on a hunt, a simple salt and burn. Though you were tossed around, you hadn’t said a lick of Spanish. In fact you were pretty silent and only grunted and moaned when you hit the walls, but other than that, nothing. Dean and Sam were surprised because you were usually so- vocal.

When it was all over, you simply sighed, pointed your blade to the sky, and said, “On to the next!”

The boys looked to one another in total confusion.

“What up with Y/N?” Sam questioned.

“Hell if I know,” Dean replied and walked toward his car, keys in hand.

Sam simply followed in suit.

You were like that for a couple of days. No shouting. Not in Spanish at least, but then it happened.

You were all in the bunker. Dean was washing his car, Sam was looking for a case, and you had just showered and were walking to the kitchen for a snack, barefoot no less. To our surprise, the refrigerator was void of any food.

“Hijo de tu chingada madre,” you muttered. Though the boys weren’t there to hear you say it, nor record it for Cas to translate. You marched straight to the garage to get Dean to go buy anything that could pass as a snack. “Dean!” you shouted as soon as you entered the garage.

Dean hearing the hint of anger in your voice, stopped everything he was doing, brought his phone out, and started recording. “Yeah?” he asked nonchalantly.

“Quien diablos se comió toda la pinche comida?!” you shouted, not noticing your change in language. Dean just stared at you in confusion, “Quita esa cara de pendejo y dime!” you shouted again.

To which Dean said, “Uh- Y/N… Maybe say that again in English?”

You were taken aback. How had you not noticed that? You sighed deeply to calm yourself, “There’s no food,” you say.

“All that turned into that little sentence?” Dean said in surprise.

You sighed again, “No- but I’m serious. There’s no snacks or anything. We have to go on a food run.”

“Yeah- alright your highness,” he huffed. He took out his keys and then looked at you, “Maybe put on some shoes if you wanna go.”

You looked down to your feet and wiggled your toes, “Right. Okay I’ll be right back,” you said as you ran to your room. You put on your socks and your shoes, with lightning speed, and ran right out of your room, but of course not everything was as smooth as you’d like. You tripped over seemingly nothing and fell over, face first.

To which, Sam not only witnessed, but had hit his record button, just in case. He got what he needed and more. He was slightly surprised by the way you sounded, terrified almost. You on the other hand, just got up and rushed toward the garage.

Later that day~

Sam and Dean were hovering over the table in the library, where their phones were. They were both opened to all the saved recordings of the day. Several at that.

“You wanna call Cas now or do you want to add more?” Sam asked.

“No I think this is enough,” he paused, “Cas, we need your help,” he called.

It took Cas a few more seconds than usual but he arrived and stood behind the boys, “What is it?” he asked.

“We need you to listen to these and translate,” Dean answered.

“Before you ask, they are recordings of Y/N. They talks in Spanish sometimes and we wanna know what they say,” Sam added.

“Yeah” Dean said.

Cas looked from one brother to the other, “Why don’t you just ask Y/N?” he asked.

“Yeah that’s not gonna fly,” Dean said curtly.

Cas sighed and nodded, “Okay.”

Dean played one first:

“Quien diablos se comió toda la pinche comida?!” you had shouted. “Quita esa cara de pendejo y dime!” you shouted again.

Cas’ eyes widened just a tad but he cleared his throat, “Here they say… ‘Who ate all the food?’ and then they say, ‘Stop making that… face… and tell me’.”

Sam scrunched his brow, “That’s it?”

Cas looked a bit uncomfortable, “There were some words I rather not say…”

“Really?” Sam asked.

“Y-Yes,” he responded.

“How about this one?” Sam asked, hitting play to his first recording of when you tripped on air and fell on your face earlier, but Cas said it was the same as before.

Dean played another one, from when you were out on the food run. A guy clearly ran into you and got mad at you for it. You of course shouted at him to no end.

Cas couldn’t finish listening to the recording. “I cannot repeat those words,” he said, his voice shaking a bit.

“What’d it say?” Dean questioned.

Cas squirmed a bit “All I can say is that… Y/N may have said assbutt, but the rest I cannot say,” he said and immediately left.

“Cas!” Dean called again but he did not return.

They both sighed.

“Well that answers that,” Sam said.

“Yeah,” Dean chuckled, “But who knew Y/N said things that even Cas is too scared to repeat.”

Sam laughed, “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting something like that.”

“Neither was I but now I have more words to learn,” Dean said leaving the library.

“Dean no! You already say a lot of profanities!” Sam shouted after him.

“Not enough!” Dean responded.

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