if it was funny once it is not anymore

anonymous asked:

1. The polish journalist, who was given broccoli by Harry, talked about the interview recently and I haven't seen it anywhere yet, so I thought I would share the translation! "I was very impressed with Harry. He acted like a true gentleman and was incredibly nice. I admire him for kind of distancing himself from all of the things that are happening around him without letting anyone down. He's just really nice and funny"

2. “When he looks at you, he seems super interested in what you’re saying. He looks at people in a very specific way. He would look at me the whole time and sometimes it was so intense I just couldn’t keep that eye contact with him anymore. I think I even stuttered once when he looked at me cause I didn’t know what was going on, but then he smiled, winked at me and we made it!”

3.“Me and the other journalist where sitting in our chairs already, and Harry was eating lunch somewhere. At some point he yelled, ‘Hey, anybody wants some broccoli?’ Everybody said, ‘No, thank you’, which is what every normal person would do. But, of course, I had to be like, yeah, I want your broccoli. So I said I wanted it and was sure it was a joke and a minute later I learned it wasn’t”

4. He came up to me gave me a hug, asked me about my name, how I was, where I came from and then he just stood in front of me. I had no idea what he wanted, it was very awkward. That’s when I noticed Harry was holding a plate with his half eaten lunch on it. I think none of us knew what to do next so he said he brought me some food. I told him I thought it was just a joke. He said that I need to take some of his broccoli. There were no forks or anything, but he insisted, so I ate the broccoli.“

First of all, thank you loads for this. It’s really lovely of you to share this, and I certainly haven’t seen it around so far!

Second of all, this is… there’s something so… I don’t know if I have words for what this is. It’s so *casual* and it matches *every* perception of him so well that it’s… wow. He is who he is, through and through. Good for him. 

Thanks again, love! xx

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BRING IT ON!

Glitchtale by Camila Cuevas

Speedpaint will be available tomorrow because it’s like 2 am here and I’m bone tired. And this pic is screenshotted. I’ll minimize the original picture tomorrow

https://youtu.be/3eVJ0-PD_SI Edit:HOLY CHRISTMAS, I WAS NEVER THIS HAPPY AT 8 AM :OOOOOOOO STAYING UP UNTIL 2 AM WAS TOTALLY WORTH IT!!!


 I just came up with a dialog frisk could say to betty, because of lols XD 

Frisk: You know, I propably shouldn’t say any of this…it’d make me a real hypocrit. I did kill my friends in another timeline just out of curiosity. No one other than sans and asriel knows about my dark past. And I even messed up my friendship with sans by bringing the reset up. I’m not proud of myself. I wish I had done better and just shut up about it. The irony here is though, that after my mistakes, a friend got a new chance for a new life and is no longer an empty shell. So in a way, making a mistake made us all happy again. pretty ironic, isn’t it? Even a little funny… hehe…but you know what is even funnier? I’m not trying to find a way to reset anymore…‘cause if I did, that means killing you won’t do anything, if you came back. I trusted you…no, WE trusted you! You made one of the kindest monsters go to prison, manipulated a traumatized mother to kill innocent people, you slaughtered children in a school and you murdered two of my friends…sans wanted the future…alphys a new start…I am NOT letting this continue any further… A friend once told me, that on beautiful weather, while the birds are singing and flowers are blooming… kids like me should be burning in hell… you though…hehe…hehehe YOUR HELL HAS JUST BEGUN!

edit: I just realized that the swords design is wrong…*dying inside*

A dog person - Young!Sirius x Reader

Warnings : nope, maybe the GIF that personally makes me weak

Words : 2.8k

Request : yes

Note : it’s the imagine that I wrote a few days ago and that was deleted somehow, I’m sharing it again now. I know some people had the same request but anywayyyyy (thank you to the ppl who told me to post it again btw❣️). I just imagined a Patronus for Pettigrew, don’t mind it if it bothers you. I loved this request and got a bit carried away, it was just so damn cute.


Originally posted by bentbarnes


Even at Hogwarts everybody hated monday mornings, as they symbolized the end of the weekend, the return in class and especially, implied a lot of exhaustion. In fact, everybody except the 6th years, because to them Monday morning meant Defense Against the Dark Arts. Here you were, at your usual seat next to the wall on the first row. The classroom 3C had probably the biggest windows out of all the Turris Magnus, unfortunately you were too short to observe the view -everybody was- but you still tried to take a look everytime. You were on tip-toes, taking advantage of the fact that your teacher had not yet arrived to make another attempt.


« You know Y/N, I really enjoy the view you’re offering me when you stand up like this in front of me, but I think you should just sit down as our dear Professor is here. » whispered Sirius behind you. Your cheeks turner red as you did what he said, sighing in exasperation and trying to focus on the tall man standing in front of the class. Sirius knew his little seduction game made you feel a bit flustered and that was exactly why he liked doing it so much, he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, he was only joking and you knew it. Out of the four Marauders, you spent most of your time with him or Remus, who actually introduced you to the others after meeting you at the library.


« Today I will try, and please notice that I said try, to teach you something that I know most of you have been waiting for. » said your teacher solanemly, holding his hands together behind his back. « The majority of witches and wizards are not able to produce it for it requires patience, concentration and determination. You probably guessed it already, I am talking about the Patronus charm, one of the most powerful defensive charms that exist.»


Immediatly, everybody started to whisper enthousiasticly to their neighbors, and even Lily who usually was the definition of the model student seemed hysteric. You smiled when you saw her, her dazzling hair flying in the air while she turned around towards the boys, already beginning to discuss on the shape their patronus would take. James had already managed to produce one and it was a deer just like his animagus. He could be turbulent, sometimes even insolent, but nobody could deny that he was an incredibly talented wizard just like Remus who was sitting next to him. Strangely, he stayed away from the general euphoria which spread in the class, playing almost nervously with his hands. You frowned, ready to ask him what was going on when your teacher knocked two times on the desk with his fists. The noises stopped and everybody looked at him once again.


« To produce a Patronus, it is necessary to concentrate on your most beautiful memory, and only this one. Find the memory that warms your heart the most and say clearly, wand in hand : expecto patronum. » Suddenly, a silver eagle flew from his hand and in the classroom. It was both beautiful and captivating. « This requires training, today we shall satisfy us with approaching the theoretical side of it and in the next class, I hope that you will be ready. Just know that it is difficult to obtain a corporeal patronus, and that its purpose is not to be beautiful, but to protect you from Dementors. Whether it is a rat, cat or lion, its power will be the same : the partonus is a shield, a messenger and a protector. »


He kept speaking during the whole following hour, adding that even if the animal shape the Patronus took did not define its strenght, it could mean something important for the wizard. Leaving the class everybody had only an idea in head : discover what their patronus was. The four boys, Lily and you had mutually decided to train together by the lake this afternoon. But right now you were going to eat, Sirius and James led the group speaking loudly and walking way too fast. Behind and standing by your side, Lily seemed to explain to Peter the details he had not understood. You left them silently to join Remus who walked at the back, alone, head low and dragging his feet. He raised his head when he saw you were waiting for him and turned the gentle smile you were giving him back to you. Interlacing your arm in his, you jumped at the opportunity to be alone with him to ask him what was wrong. Remus sighed, he seemed embarrassed and you strated to worry. He looked around to be sure no one was listening and then he bent a little towards you.


« I’m afraid my corporeal Patronus gives too much away, if you know what I mean. I already tried with James and it almost worked, and I swear I saw a long hairy tail before the light went off. » He whispered, biting his lip « With you guys it doesn’t matter, but if anyone else sees it… » He didn’t finish his sentence but you knew what he meant. Remus had always suffered because of his lycantropia, his parents and him had a nomadic life before he came to Hogwarts thanks to Dumbledore. Everytime someone started to be suspicious, they left and the little Remus never got to make friends. Even now that he had friends, really good ones, he was still afraid someone would found out. Taking his hand in yours, you squeezed it gently so he knew he wasn’t alone and you were here for him.


« We can practice alone another day if you want to be sure, you don’t have to do it today if you don’t want to. »

« I think that’s a good idea, thank you Y/N. »



Around 4pm, you sat in the green grass which lined the lake, between Sirius and Peter who seemed strangely concentrated into tearing away the petals of a flower one by one. You turned around towards Sirius who was already looking at you. You felt your cheeks burn a little when he did not look away which made him laugh, revealing his white teeth and his dimples.  He was a handsome young man, really, and you never knew if you just found him attracive or if it was something more. Anyway, you came back to reality when James showed up, back from his Quidditch session. A proud smile could be seen on his face as per usual, and it grew even bigger when a bunch of Gryffindor girls passing by stared at him like he was a piece of art, or a piece of meat. It always made Sirius giggle but Lily just rolled her eyes every single time.


« Did you mess your hair up on purpose again just so you can look like some Quidditch rock star ? » suggested Remus, looking quite amused. 

« You’ll be authorized to criticize my hair when your furry little problem will be solved, Moony chéri. » teased James, winking before he spoke again while turning around « Let’s get started folks, why don’t we let the Lilliputian try first. »


Eveybody laughed, James flirting with Lily was the funniest thing ever, especially when he came up with these strange nicknames but you had to admit that for once it wasn’t so bad. She stood up, pointing her wand towards him which caused him to slightly move to the side.


« In fact I’m two months older than you Potter, show me some respect. » Remus, Peter and Sirius giggled while James seemed outraged, but before he could come back with anything Lily exclaimed, her wand pointing to the sky « Expecto patronum ! »


You held your breath just like the others while slowly but very clearly, from the tip of her wand, a bright silvery light started to burst before fading out. She tried again multiple times with James giving her advices and finally, a tall and gracious doe was running in the air, following the rythm of Lily’s laugh. Her green eyes were wide opened, she seemed proud and happier than ever. You all applauded, Peter even took a bow.


« It’s strange, isn’t it ? Your patronus is a doe and Potter’s one is a deer. If it isn’t a sign, I don’t know what it is. » teased Sirius, winking to Lily. Her cheeks turned bright red before she exlaimed « Simple coincidence, that won’t make me go out with you any sooner Potter. »


Finally you formed little groups, James and Lily stayed together, Sirius was with Peter and Remus with you. This way, the others didn’t pay attention to the fact that Moony wasn’t really trying to practice and he was pleased about it. You tried to remember all the informations your teacher gave you this morning, and took a deep breath. You hoped it would work but as Lily said again and again, it was a difficult spell and it was normal if you didn’t succeed on your first tries. For what felt like an hour you persisted, repeating the two little words again and again, sometimes managing to produce a little shiny light at the end of your wand. But no animal, nothing. Frustrated you sighed noisily, which caught the attention of Remus, Sirius and Peter. The two others seemed too busy arguing about who-knows-what, and anyway they did not really need to practice anymore. Seeing your disappointment, Sirius smiled softly before suggesting to the boys to train together and that he would help you. After all if that did not work so well that way, you could try.


« I can’t do it either, you know. Maybe it’s because you distract me. » he suggested, teasing you once more with a grin on his face.

« That’s not funny Sirius. » you whined, a pout on your lips.


He looked at them for a bit too long before coming back at your eyes. Finally he stood behind you, his chest pressed against your back. You were thankful he was behind, at least he couldn’t see your burning cheeks but it wasn’t finished yet because you could now feel his strong hand taking yours, holding your wand with you while the other one was placed on your hip. Your heart was racing and you were probably shaking too because he laughed soflty, speaking soflty.


« Maybe you’re not thinking about your happiest memory. Close you eyes, the first one to come to your mind is probably the good one, focus on it. »


Even if his body pressed against yours and his breath crashing on the thin skin of your neck did not help you at all, his soft and low voice was relaxing and you now thought of nothing else. You no longer heard the sound of the wind in the trees, nor the murmur of the water of the lake, you did not see your friends staring at you a little farther : it was his voice and his body near you that occupied all your mind. You closed your eyes as he had suggested, and with trembling lips you pronounced the two words « Expecto patronum. » You opened your eyes slowly, just in time to see a magnificent light spraying out, more powerful than what you had managed to do until then. It grew larger, Sirius’s hand still held yours and guided the movements of your wand.
After a few seconds, you saw it. In front of you stood a brilliant, tall and perfectly formed dog. But it was not a common dog, you had seen this one several times already and you recognized it immediately. You understood that Sirius did too when you felt his fingers release your hand smoothly and his body move back slowly. Your concentration broke and the big dog disappeared. You did not dare to turn around, both shocked and mute, because you finally knew what your patronus was. And it was him. It was Padfoot.



You stood there, sitting on your bed without knowing what to do or even what to think. After the events of the afternoon you quickly ran away, stammering that you did not feel well and that you were going to rest. But everyone had seen the same thing as you, and everyone knew that your patronus was none other than Sirius Black himself, or at least his animagus form. You tried to convince yourself that it was just a simple dog, but you knew what you saw. Maybe it didn’t mean anything at all, maybe it did. It probably did. Sirius and you had been friends for years and even though he liked to tease you all day long, it had never been more than a platonic relationship. As you kept thinking about this, images started to come to your mind. The day you met, how funny you found him, yet annoying. The first time you sat together in class, and how you spent the hour drawing stupid things on each other’s books. That time in 4th year when he punched a guy who insulted you, and definitely got a detention for it. When one of his pranks hurt you and he brought you chocolate and flowers to make it up. The time he hugged you so tight after Gryffindor won the house cup that you thought he was going to choke you. Maybe he wasn’t just a friend after all, and it took you a couple of years and a patronus to realize it. A knock on your door made you lift your head up, the person did not let you any time to answer and entered the room.


« Can I come in ? » asked the black haired boy.
« A bit too late to ask, isn’t it ? »


Sirius did not answer, he just closed the door leaving you both alone in the dorm. He sat next to you, your knees barely touching, but not a word was said. You looked at the floor for a few seconds before you saw him turning his head to you from the corner of your eye. Slowly, you looked at him too, your heart skipping a beat when you met his dark grey eyes.


« Why did you leave earlier ? You missed something, we learnt that Peter’s patronus is a mole. »
« You know why I left. » you said, smiling slightly at the end.
« You don’t have to be embarassed about it. » he shrugged « But I have to admit that I thought it would be something else. »
« Like what ? »
« A penguin. »


You scoffed, clearly not especting that answer. Sirius looked at you curiously, he didn’t seem to understand why you were chuckling but he still smiled when he heard your laugh.


« What ? They’re cute and funny, everyone likes penguins. » he smirked.
« Nope, you’re probably the only person to fancy penguins that much. »
« Well I don’t try to hide it. You shouldn’t either. »


His last words were whispered in your ear before he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. You knew what he meant, and you couldn’t act as if the butterflies flying in your stomach weren’t here. He bent down to give you another kiss, on the cheek this time, but the weight of his body made you both fall back on the bed. You laughed as he found himself lying on top of you and for the first time since you met him, you saw a light shade of red on his cheeks. You stayed like this before he kissed your forehead, and then your nose. You smiled and he looked at your lips, and back at your eyes again. Your hands made their way to the back of his neck as he brushed your lips with his own, without ever pressing them together. Your heartbeating probably echoed throughout the entire room, or maybe it was his own. He smirked again when he saw the look full of frustration and desire you gave him, biting his lip and kissing the corner of your lips and then your cheek, before whispering in your ear again.

« I always knew you were a dog person. »

And after that he finally pressed his lips against yours, tenderly, as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

Got7 as things my friends have said:

Mark: “I know too many weed dealers it’s not even funny anymore.”
Jaebum: “I was once told that I ‘look angry enough to pick a fight with a butterfly.’”
Jackson: “I run in the rain for dramatic effect, duh?”
Jinyoung: “If I could I would literally sell you all for a B+ in this class.”
Youngjae: “Wanna watch me shove this egg in my mouth?”
BamBam: “Why is our uniform so ugly AND expensive at the same time?”
Yugyeom: “It’s not my fault your tiny ass can’t reach the papers” *holds papers up higher*

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roasted gently, served with care

Your wedding day with Chris Evans would involve:

• Chris worrying about everything, but his brother is here to tell him he’s already a happy man and he’s going to marry the love of his life.
• Your mom crying when she sees you in your wedding dress, holding the bouquet.
• Being surprised that you’ve both left notes to one another, claiming your love once again.
• While walking down the aisle, Chris can’t take his eyes off you, smiling and your lower lip trembles as he is on the verge of tears.
• - “I promise you, I will take care of your daughter and maker her happy, sir.”
 - “You better, Evans. My eyes are on you.”
 - “Dad!”
• Never stopping smiling to each other and you both catch yourselves almost leaning to kiss before you are allowed to.
• Chris whispering you are very beautiful in your ear during the entire ceremony and day… and night. Actually, he can’t stop himself from saying it to everyone around him.
• When the rings pass through your fingers and you’re officially pronounced husband and wife, Chris pulls you to him in a longing kiss and you think the world around you can collapse, you would never feel anywhere safer than in his arms.
• Basically, you have to stop kissing because of Scott’s whistles and the groomsmen decide to join, leaving Chris blushing.
• His family being so proud and very happy he settles down with someone like you.
• Holding hands all the time, caressing your rings as a reminder this day isn’t a dream.
• The reception isn’t as you planned, but what you want more is here. Your families and friends are there to make the dinner very entertaining.
• Endless teasing from them during the best man’s speech. His best man doesn’t even hesitate to show some embarrassing and funny candid shots of you two.
• Chris calling you ‘Mrs. Evans’ with this adorable boyish grin on his face and you can’t help but kiss his cheek, giggling every time.
• - “Nice butt you have here, handsome.”
• Forehead kisses.
• Lots of fun and laughs.
• Lots of soft, slow and meaningful kisses.
• For the first dance, your husband brings you to his chest and holds you close. He loves the way the lights shine on your skin and the way you look at him.
• You almost step on his toes, but as a good dancer (like Lisa has taught him), Chris tells you that’s very cute and he definitely made the right choice, marrying you.
• The big party follows up and you just dance like nothing else matters in this world, never leaving each other more than five minutes.
• - “Is that real?”
 - “Y/N, we’re married. I’m the realest person you’ve ever met. And you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.”
• You both try to stay sober because you want to remember every second of this night.
 - “Baby, stop drinking!”
 - “Yeah, Chris, remember what’s happening tonight!”
• Cutting the cake and sharing a piece together. This ends pretty dramatically funny.
• You keep twirling, dipping and moving your hips until you can’t feel your feet anymore.
• Scott wiggling his eyebrows, giving you a knowing look when you’re about to leave the reception to your house.
• Once at home with your husband, Chris sweeps you off your feet and carries you to your bedroom, gently settling you on the bed with his eyes glowing with pure love.


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anonymous asked:

Rfa+v and Saeran reactions to mc breaking her phone or something and she doesn't answer for over a day. Thanks also I really like your blog!

Thank you so much!! 

Yoosung

- At first, when you don’t respond to his ‘Good morning!’ text, he doesn’t try to think much of it. Sometimes you slept in later than him!

- But you ignored his ‘Good afternoon!’ texts…And even sent a call of his to voicemail.

- Panicking, he started messaging Zen a bit.

- Did he forget something? Was he acting really bad? Was he being too clingy??

- After Zen calmed him down just a tad, he told Yoosung that you phone probably died.

- He tries to think that’s the answer, that he didn’t fuck up the only relationship he’s ever been in, but as it gets darker and darker out, with nothing from you, he Panics.

- He’s pacing in his house, trying to get Seven to answer his phone while holding his tears back, when you open the door.

- Before you can even explain your phone’s battery had died, he’s running to you full of apologies and hugging you tight

- When you finally calm him down and finally get through to him he didn’t do anything, he feels embarrassed by how panicked he had gotten, but your sweet kisses help him wash away those feelings

Jaehee

- Jahee probably wouldn’t panic as badly. At least it wouldn’t show.

- She thought you overslept at first, missing any alarms, and that’s why you hadn’t shown for work yet

 - I mean the two of you weren’t living together, so she hadn’t seen you since the cafe closed last night

- She can handle the cafe on her own, with the help of a few employees that were already there, but she is an anxious mess all day. 

- Accidentally bumping into things, nearly dropping cups, almost spilling coffee on herself.

- As the day draws to a close, she’s nearly sweating. She wants to call the police, but she knows Seven would be able to help better.

- She’s just about to hit his contact when she hears her name being called, and when she turns around your arms are instantly around her.

- After explaining you managed to sleep most of the day away, phone dead, her worry turns into small and gentle scolding since it’s apparent you’re overworking yourself.

- She’s so relieved that you’re safe, though you are going to get a small lecture about how to properly take care of yourself.

Jumin

- He usually has set times to call you through the day. If you don’t answer, you’re quick to shoot him a message when you can to explain why.

- So at first, he doesn’t think much of it. He saw you in bed this morning, and after the rough night the two of you had, you probably were sleeping in a bit.

- But once it hits past noon, and the chef reports that no one answered when he tried to bring food, Jumin is slowly hitting ‘Panic Mode’

- What seals the deal is when he calls Driver Kim to make sure you didn’t go somewhere, and he reports that he’s just driven for Jumin that day

- So after one meeting that was very difficult to focus in, he alerts Jaehee he’s taking a longer break to check up on you

- When he gets to the house and you’re gone, it takes a lot of talking from the RFA members to not call the police.

- Because, lets face it, if he wanted to, he would have the whole area looking for you in seconds.

- So he waits a bit, setting a time for himself to give in and call, while Seven is checking any CCTVs of the place

- But all of that gets interrupted when you come through the doors, a shy smile on your face

- Guess who managed to forget her phone at home when an old friend wanted to hang out?

- Jumin frowns for a bit, but he can’t stay upset or even become close to mad- He just hugs you tight and asks if you can try to remember to bring it with you next time, or at least get Driver Kim to take you somewhere.

Zen

- It takes him a while to notice, due to how busy he always is at work. 

- On breaks he’s always sending you a message, full of hearts and possibly a selfie or two

- And you send the same texts back to him, and he’s set for the day!

- But when it hits his last break and there’s still no answer from you, and everyone reports that you haven’t been on the chatroom all day, he Panics.

- He tells his director he has an emergency, and that he has to leave asap

- Thankfully, they were close to being done, so the director let him go without any fuss

- As soon as he’s out, he hightails it to your place, running a few stoplights on his motorcycle.

- Once there, and once he remembers where the spare is, he busts in and calls your name

- No answer and he panics even more, until he sees you sleeping in the bedroom, a basket of used tissues near you

- Oh… He forgot that you mentioned you felt sick yesterday.

- When you sleepily wake up, he calms down and explains why he’s there, and after you weakly laugh, starts shedding his jacket.

- If you’re sick, then you definately need some loving care, right?

Seven

- It would be hard for him to panic about the situation.

- When you leave in the morning to run a few errands, he doesn’t think much of it, just assumes you’ll be back later.

- But through the day you’re not even responding to his texts! Not even the funny ones with the best memes.

- Or even his very worried ones

- Once it gets pretty late in the day, he’s looking at CCTVS all over the place trying to locate where you could be

- He’s not really hacking much anymore, but he still has some people after him occasionally.

- He’s so caught up looking for you, that he doesn’t even notice when you eventually come in. You even said hello and he responded!

- Quietly you flick his head, and that pulls him out of it pretty quickly. At first he asks why you hit him, and then remembering you were gone all day, he practically nearly breaks your back with how strong his hug is.

- Eventually you explain you accidentally left your phone home, and that’s why you weren’t responding to his jokes.

- He fusses about losing his touch since he couldn’t locate you on the CCTV, and when you glance you just laugh

- He was looking for yesterday’s date, and that’s when he realized that it was monday, not sunday. 

- You weren’t going to let him live that one down.

Saeran

- At first when you don’t answer, he just shrugs it off. Sometimes he didn’t have a chance to respond to your texts, it was normal.

- But usually you…did..Around lunchtime. You always asked if he had ate. And if not, then you would suggest going to eat together

- And today he was really hoping to do that…

- But he let it slide, trying not to be too clingy. 

- Then again, he couldn’t let it last all day. When your phone sent him straight to voicemail, he panicked. 

- He checked the CCTV and found out you hadn’t even left the house yet, so he was quick to ‘borrow’ his brother’s car and drive out there himself.

- He spent a bit outside of your door, trying to make sure this was an ‘okay’ thing to do, but eventually he let himself in

-… Only to find you asleep on the couch, phone dead, and a game controller in your hands

- He scoffed a bit, noticing a new game case on the coffee table, and it wasn’t hard to figure out you had another ‘all nighter’ with a game.

- Though, since it was pretty late in the afternoon, he woke you up, lightly scolding you and telling you to get up so the two of you could eat.

V

- He would try his best to be patient about the whole situation

- He noticed this morning you were gone out of the house, but your phone was left under the pillow

- He needed to be trusting, to not worry. He had this happen several times before you, he could learn to deal with it again

- But he was so anxious the whole day.

- He wanted to send you sweet messages, to ask you how you were doing, if you were having fun

- But your phone at home meant it would be pointless

- But…He could leave sweet messages anyway, right? That wouldn’t be too bad. 

- So every time he worried, every time he noticed how late it was getting, that’s what he did. It didn’t wash away his anxiety completely, but it did help.

-Late at night, when you finally walked in, realizing you left your phone at his place instead of his, you were greeted by a tight hug.

- He was so worried about you, even if he wished he could avoid showing it

- But you just apologized and laughed a bit when he seemed a bit embarrassed.

- After a few more hugs and kisses, you left with your phone in tow, not noticing the cute messages until you got home

- It really did made you smile, and you were quick to send a few of your own.

12x10 Coda

Dean downs what’s left of his third beer and sets the bottle on the table, sighing heavily. Sam is already in his room – said something about wanting to read, or watch something, or whatever, and Dean pretends he doesn’t know that Sam was just trying to give him and Cas some privacy.

Dean looks at Cas, but if Cas is aware of someone’s eyes on him, he doesn’t show it. He’s nursing what has to be his seventh beer, and he’s nowhere near even slightly tipsy, which Dean supposes figures, angelic tolerance or whatever. Cas’ gaze is unfocused, and he hasn’t said anything in over half an hour, now. Dean wonders what’s going on in his mind, even though he figures it makes sense that Cas would be… lost in thought? Possibly upset? It’s been a long day.

Ten minutes come and go, and when Cas’ silence hits the forty-five-minute mark, Dean knows he can’t take it anymore.

“Alright,” he says, leaning forward and trying to catch Cas’ gaze. “Tell me.”

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Light Bulbs

(Edit:  I found the prompt that inspired this one.)

> Remember that prompt where Haggar hit Lance with one of her spells and made him invisible from the rest of the team? How about this went in another route?

> Lance was indeed hit by Haggar’s spell but this time it caused a domino effect to the rest of team Voltron due to the bonds that they share to each other.

> The next day after they fought the witch, Lance woke up to an empty castle. At first he thought that the others were just busy with their own things so he did what a normal person does. He searched the entire castle, or at least the parts that he was familiar with and places where the other Paladins frequently visit.

> Lance checked each hangar of the lions but he didn’t find anyone. Not even Pidge who seemed like taken residency in Green’s hangar. He didn’t find Hunk in the kitchen and his best friend was not in his own room also. Allura was not in her usual place when piloting the castle and he didn’t even stumbled to Coran, not even once. It was also a surprise that Lance didn’t find Keith in the training room. If Lance didn’t find any of them then there was a 99% chance that Shiro was nowhere too.

> Enter the denial and rationalization stage. Lance tried to make himself believe that they were just pulling a prank on him. He said in the hallways that the prank was not funny anymore. No one answered back.

> Lance really hoped that it was just a prank. After waiting for a whole day though he realized the painful truth that he was really alone inside the castle that was travelling in the middle of nowhere.

> He also realized that he could no longer feel the comforting presence of Blue inside his mind. It was as if something was blocking their connection to each other.

> Lance started to panic and wonder where everyone else was. Did an enemy attacked them and captured them?

…or…did they left him behind? He tried to dismiss the thought and told himself that it was impossible because the lions were still in the castle. But what if he was the one who got kidnapped and this was just an illusion?

> Having cooked meals prepared for him in the next following days, feeling that someone was touching his hands and shoulders, having random things being broken even though he was not touching anything, seeing random light bulbs in the middle of the hallway or his room, and blank notes and monitor screen didn’t help to minimized the fear clawing up Lance’s throat. It did the opposite.

> Lance could no longer sleep because of the feeling of isolation and being haunted at the same time. If he did managed to get some shut eye he would be awakened immediately whenever he feel that someone was in the same room as him.

> He learned to have his bayard with him wherever and whenever he was. This happened when one time he was grabbed from behind and he saw this shadow in a human sized that was about to drag him away. Lance kicked the shadow as hard as he could and it stumbled far away from him and enough for Lance to make a quick escape. So from then he always carry his weapon with him.

> Now, I said everyone was affected so let’s start with: Keith.

> Keith experienced the same thing as Lance did when he woke up the next day. The only difference was that he could see and touch Lance but it seemed the other can’t. It became painfully obvious that he became invisible towards Lance. Not only that, he didn’t find the others also when he searched the castle.

> Keith saw how Lance struggle in thinking that he was alone. Keith promised to himself that he would accompany the blue paladin even though the other could not see him.

> Sometimes though he got angry because of the situation and break things in order to release his frustrations. An action that Keith soon regretted when he realized that it only added to Lance’s fears.

> One day Keith tried to grabbed Lance’s shoulder and he was momentarily happy when the blue paladin finally made eye contact with him. Lance can finally see him!

> But it was short lived when Keith saw Lance’s face morphed in an expression of sheer terror and gave the blue paladin enough strength to give Keith a good kick on the stomach.

> Keith knew that Lance saw something but it was definitely not the red paladin.

> Keith was also confused why there were light bulbs that appear randomly in the middle of the hallways and rooms. Whenever he saw such items he simply move it away.

> Pidge: like Keith, Pidge suffer the same thing. Pidge could see Lance but not the rest of the team.

> But Lance could not see Pidge.

> Pidge was angry and tried to find a solution on how to fix the problem. An idea popped out and Pidge remembered in a game that students leave lit candles somewhere to give the others a signal that they were there, in the same place but just in a different plane of reality.

> Pidge tried to do the same with the Altean light bulbs.

> Pidge was sure that someone was also out there whenever the light bulbs were moved. That person was just in a different ground where Pidge and Lance was.

> Hunk was a mess. He could not find anyone and his best friend could not see him. He couldn’t even help Lance and make the blue paladin feel that he was not really alone!

> So Hunk do what he did best aside from engineering, he made sure that Lance get enough food to sustain his body.

> At first Hunk’s heart was in danger of crumbling to tiny pieces when he saw the suspicion written all over Lance’s face when the plate of freshly cooked food was put on the table. Hunk really thought that Lance would ignore it.

> Hunk was overjoyed when Lance gave the food the benefit of the doubt. After the first bite it seemed Lance deemed the food safe enough for consuming.

> Sometimes, Hunk tries to give Lance a comforting pat on the hands and shoulders but he immediately caught on that such actions onle caused more distress on the blue paladin’s current state.

> Shiro tried to make a rational thought when he found out one day that a) everyone, except Lance, was nowhere to be found and b) Lance can’t see him at all.

> As the leader, Shiro already decide that he would watch Lance and protect him if needed.

> Though despite Lance not seeing him it seems that the blue paladin could feel his presence.

> This was proven when Shiro made a mistake of soothing away Lance’s fears one time when he saw the blue paladin sleeping with a distressed face. Shiro attempted to run his fingers through Lance hair but it only cause the other to wake up instantly and look around the room with fear clearlt written on his face.

> Shiro once saw Lance attempting to escape the ‘haunted’ castle but everytime this happened something screwy will occur. Like the escape pods not working properly (this was all Pidge’s work).

> Allura and Coran immediately caught on what was happening. They were both researching things related to magic ever since Allura discovered her gift.

> Allura tried to leave a note for Coran in her room because she knows that was where he will check for her. She just hoped that it will work.

> It did, and the rest of the Paladin were informed on what was happening

> Everyone except for Lance for he only see blank notes and could not communicate to others and vice versa.

> Shiro wrote in a obvious state of panic that they needed to do something or Lance will be in grave danger mentally first then physically next. Hunk made the same note and Pidge was screaming in frustration while typing and Keith just want to fight someone.

> It was a race against time.

(So, the Corpse Party: Tortured Souls anime version influenced this one also…)

Accidents happen

Takashi Shirogane (Shiro) x reader

A/N: Honest to god, I laughed when I got this request but I promise I will make it pure gold! I honestly love the anon who sent this request in…thank you so much! XD

Warnings: I may or may not have made it a bit ‘saucy’ at some point…

Request: ‘How about the reader walking in on shiro walkin out of the communal shower without his towel’ – ‘comic genius’ anon

Originally posted by relatablepicsofvoltron

You woke up desperately needing a shower. Smelling of someone who had never seen a stick of deodorant in their life, you stumbled sleepily down the hallway. Almost reluctantly really. You never liked the communal showers that were available to you and the rest of team Voltron. Being only one of two female paladins, you always had to wait until none of the guys would come in and then shower. You didn’t want to walk in on one of the guys…naked. That was just, weird. You would never be able to look at them the same way ever again. It would be even worse if they walked in on you, seeing as you had different features compared to a male’s body.

Cringing just thinking about it, you held your towel over your head as you walked up to the door to the showers. Ignoring the sound of water hitting tile and the ever so obvious purple towel on the door handle. Thinking someone had just left it there, you opened the door without a second thought. Still tired, you rubbed your eyes whilst yawning, stretching out as you realised that you were not alone. Hoping to god that it was either Pidge or Allura, you hesitantly opened your eyes.

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I am holding your hand in the hospital / I am half-asleep on the couch in another state and you are in the hospital / I am in the front seat of a pickup truck / and you are hopping a fence to pick me wildflowers / I am smearing berries on my face, pretending they are warpaint / and you are on the roof, framed by the sun / you are the roof / you are the sun / you are in the hospital / I am one thousand, five hundred miles away from the hospital / I am in Texas to prove a point to someone / only I can’t remember what the point is anymore / pride is funny like that / my mother tells me once a month that you quit smoking the day I was born / because she wants me to believe you are a good man / and I do / even if there is a shortage in my life of men who are good / even if there is a shortage in your life of women whom you were good to / you are in the hospital and this is the first time I can’t afford a ticket home / don’t know what to do with the luggage of my grief when I can’t shove it onto a plane / you are teaching me how to scale and gut a fish / and I am holding the knife / I am not holding your hand in the hospital / but I am still holding the knife
—  trista mateer
Little Do You Know - Stiles Stilinski Imagine (Part 1)

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A/N: Here’s part 1 of the new Stiles Stilinski fic/series I’m working on. The character Nick who’s mentioned in this story is just a character I made up. I really hope you guys like, I’d love to know your thoughts. If you do like it though make sure to request for more. Sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes etc.

[Part 2] - [Masterlist]


Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Warning: None.
Word count: 1255


The sound of her beautiful laughter filled my room as she did her best to catch her breath.

“So you just ran away?” Y/N laughed lightly. “Yeah.” I chuckled.

She was sitting on my bed, holding onto one of my pillows as it rested on her lap. I was standing right across her, leaned against my desk with my hands in my pants pockets.

We kept on exchanging our funny stories and moments we’ve been through, both of us laughing and just having a great time. Not once could I move my gaze away from her beautiful face, I could stare at her all day long and she wouldn’t even notice. Maybe she did notice however she never said anything about it.

“I missed this.” She said all of a sudden with a smile on her lips. “We never hang out like we used to anymore.” She added.

“We hang out.” I tried to play it off.

“Barely. I can’t remember the last time it was just the two of us.”

I can, I thought to myself. “Well, let’s do something fun now then. We could have a Star Wars marathon?” I found myself to ramble while fumbling with my fingers.

“Um.. now?” She mumbled hesitantly. She quickly checked the time on her phone before continuing, “Okay but I kinda have plans later. We’ll probably not finish all of them.”

“Plans? With Nick?” I asked, regretting it immediately. I don’t want to know. Especially not about her boyfriend.

Y/N simply nodded her head as a reply and I felt how I instantly got annoyed with the whole situation. Without realizing it I let out a loud scoff, rolling my eyes, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by Y/N.

“Really Stiles? I don’t get why you hate him so much…”

Her gaze meets mine for barely a second before flickering down to her hands.

“I don’t hate him, I just… don’t like him.” I admitted.

“And why is that?” She meets my gaze again. I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I have my reasons.”

Silence filled the room and I noticed how Y/N was starting to get uncomfortable, something she rarely feels when she’s around me, something she never feels around me. Not that I know of anyway.

Trying to save the situation I mumbled, “Let’s just watch the movie.”

Y/N nodded in agreement and I grabbed my laptop from the desk. I walked over to the bed and made myself comfortable right next to her.

When everything was set I clicked on the play button and the movie started rolling.

Y/N scooted over closer to me as she cuddled with one of my pillows, all her focus being on the screen in front of us.

During the movie I’d look over at Y/N a little now and then, just stare at her breathtaking features and admire her beauty. She had changed her position and had placed a pillow behind her back as he rested her back against the headboard. Basically the same position as me.

I felt her body moving further closer to mine. She rested her head on my shoulder and I looked down at her smiling.

“We haven’t even finished one movie and you’re already tired?” I grinned while placing a hand on her waist. “I’m not tired. Just getting comfortable.” She murmured, but I knew that wasn’t the case.

“Come here.” I chuckled lightly as I pulled her body closer to mine. She instantly cuddled up to me, now resting her head on my chest with my hands wrapped around her waist. My heart was pounding like crazy and I just hoped she wouldn’t notice or hear.

I missed this. Moments like this, holding her like this. And always thinking about how I’ll next time tell her how I feel. I guess that part never happened.

We stayed like that through out the rest of the movie and as soon as the first one ended the next one came on automatically. I felt my eyes getting heavy and vision blurry, I closed my eyes for a second and the next thing I knew we both had fallen asleep.


I woke up the following morning to the bright sunshine peeking through the window and lighting up the entire room with a beautiful light.

I yawned and looked at Y/N who was sleeping so peacefully in my arms. A small smile played on my lips. I didn’t want to wake her up, I wanted to stay like this forever but I knew she’d be mad at me if I didn’t wake her up.

“Y/N?” I said shaking her shoulder lightly and got nothing in return. “Y/N?” I tried once more with a louder tone.

“Hmmm…” She hummed annoyed, moving her shoulder gesturing me to stop. She moved closer and buried her face in my chest as I watched her with a smirk planted on my lips.

“Y/N? Hey?”

“What?” She mumbled against my chest and I froze. “Uh…” Is all that left my throat as I thought about what to say next.

She quickly looked up to meet my eyes, she looked confused. “Stiles?”

“Good morning.” She furrowed her eyebrows and I continued, “We fell asleep during our Star Wars marathon.”

Her eyes widened and she shoot up from the bed, leaving my embrace. “Shit!” She reached for her phone and started to scroll through the screen. “Six missed calls and 13 messages.” She mumbled to herself.

I didn’t ask who it was from because I already knew. Nick.

“He’s worried sick! I was supposed to meet him last night.”

“Call him now and tell him you fell asleep at my place.”

She looked at me and shook her head. “I’ll just tell him I was at Lydia’s.” She said with a low voice.

“Why?”

Biting her lower lip she mumbled, “Nick thinks there was something between us… He thinks you have feelings for me so he’d freak out.”

I stared at Y/N with narrowed eyes. Even he figured it out, why hasn’t Y/N? I swallowed the clump in my throat.

“Oh.” That’s all I said.

I watched for a long minute while she typed something on her phone, when she was done she locked the screen and met my gaze. “I gotta go. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, no need for an apology.”

I quietly followed Y/N to the door to wave her goodbye. She gave me a sweet smile as she took a step outside. “I had fun, we should do this again sometime.” She smiled.

With both my hands in my pockets I nodded with a smirk, “Yeah, text me when you get home okay?”

“I will… Stiles I-” Her phone started to ring, cutting her off mid-sentence. She checked the screen for a long second before hesitantly answering the call.

“Nick! Hey!”

My face got serious as soon as I heard the name and I like always, was now annoyed. She mouthed ‘I gotta go’ to me and I just nodded with my lips pressed to a thin line.

I watched her as she talked on the phone and made her way to her car, she turned her head and waved me goodbye before turning back around and stepping into the car.

“Bye.” I mumbled to myself.

If I ever had a chance with Y/N before I don’t have it anymore. I’m too late because she’s with someone else now.

She’s in love with someone else.

Ti Dom Problems - INTP
  • INTP: *leading something that feels like a particularly pleasant conversation*
  • ENFJ1: You're really insatiable today, huh?
  • INTP: ...
  • INTP: ... what do you mean?
  • ENFJ1: You just ...you have these days when you're like a bird with a metal beak and you just peck and chop and pick everything apart that people say.
  • INTP: ...
  • INTP: ...until it's down to its simplest parts and makes sense?
  • ENFJ1: ...until it's down to its simplest parts and makes sense.
  • INTP: ...
  • INTP: ...
  • INTP: ...
  • INTP: ...oh.
  • ***
  • INTP: *leading something that feels like a particularly pleasant conversation*
  • INFJ: ...wow.
  • INTP: ...huh?
  • INFJ: ...you have these moments when you dig deeper and deeper and completely forget all the rules of a normal human conversation.
  • INTP: Oh, I'm sorry - I was just really into it and -
  • INFJ: No, it's fine. I WANT you to understand. It's just so ...unusual.
  • INTP: ...
  • INTP: ...funny that you say that. ENFJ said something really similar a while ago. Like, how I keep chopping things apart.
  • INFJ: ...
  • INFJ: ...
  • INFJ: ...yeah, at this point it's not really a conversation anymore. It's an interrogation.
  • INTP: ...
  • INTP: ...
  • INTP: ...oh.
Blood And Whiskey

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Summary: The Reader gets drunk after a bad hunt

Word Count: about 1.600

Warnings: Underage drinking

A/N: Shoutout to the amazing @nickiwinchester97 because I would have never posted this without her support and encouragement. I love you!!!

Also, this is my first fic, so feedback of all kind is greatly appreciated!

Originally posted by wonderfulworldofwinchester

“Do you need help patching something up?” Sam asked as he threw his duffel on one of the tables in the library. You shook your head no and went to your room, grabbing a random bottle of liquor from the kitchen as well as a small towel. You didn’t get hurt bad, just a gash on your thigh, you’d be able to fix that yourself.

When you came into your room, you let yourself fall onto the bed. For a few seconds your eyes were closed and it was dead silent, just a small sigh and your breathing filled the room. You were exhausted. It took you days to track those vampires down and when you finally found their nest, they were quicker than you or your brothers and killed the teenagers they’d kidnapped. It was useless.

Your hand ran over your face as you sat up and sighed once more. Okay, you had to admit that the gash on your leg was probably bigger than you had thought. It hurt a lot to get out of your blood covered jeans and you knew that it would hurt even more to disinfect it with the liquor. You took a closer look at it – Whiskey. Jack Daniels to be more precise.

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Nobody Needs to Know || Pt. 3

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 4

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request: “please write the next chapter to nobody needs to know!!! i’m so hooked on it x”

Prompts: #38 “He better only be just a friend.”

Warnings: I honestly didn’t intend the ending to be the way it is, but I was feeling it.

A/N: I’m overjoyed at the response this got! If you like my writing, feel free to comment or go to my ask box and request something you’d want to read. I’ll probably do a part 4, as this seems to be something you guys want to continue and honestly I’m having fun writing it :) 

My requests are always open!

Tag List: @captainsuperfangirl, @kitschkylo, @imperfectanatomy, @latenightbooknerd, @keepcalmandflywithtoothless @markedbymymistakes


You aren’t sure how long you stand out there, taking strength from the friends that stayed in the cold to prepare for any outcome. What you are sure of is that Jughead watched the entire exchange, seeing him turn away through the window just as the group dispersed and started the trek to Archie’s house.


Veronica calls an emergency sleepover, and it was unanimously decided that it would be at Archie’s house. Betty’s mom didn’t like V or Archie, Veronica was almost one hundred percent sure her mom would jokingly flirt with you three to embarrass her, and having your parents ask what was wrong is exactly the conversation you did not want to have.

On the way there, everyone calls their respective parents.

“No, dad, we’re all just missing each other lately and want to spend some time at Archie’s.”

Your dad, protective and yet also thinks he’s a comedian, pretends Archie is news to him. “Who is this boy? Is he nice? He better not be ginger. Back in my day,” you groan, “they just didn’t have souls. Now I’ve heard they steal them!” He laughs, but you just roll your eyes.

“Dad, I know you know Archie. We’re walking there now, I’ll text you once we get there. His dad is there right now but I think he’s going out later, so no worries about me being unsupervised nor any jokes about being killed in my sleep by a creepy old man.”

“He’s leaving later though, huh?” You sigh, knowing exactly where this is going.

“Dad, you’ve known Archie for years. This joke isn’t funny anymore, just annoying. Actually, anymore implies it was funny the first time you did it when I was twelve. No, gingers aren’t heartless. Yes, you know Archie. He lives a block over. No, we won’t be doing any canoodling, he’s just a friend.” You hear your friends all laugh, knowing exactly what your dad is trying to pull. He’s done it to everyone. You distinctly remember him once questioning you about a “dog of a friend” sleeping in your bed, pretending as if he hadn’t just bought the family a dog the day prior.

“He better only be just a friend.”

“Goodbye, dad.”

“Night. kiddo. Have a good time. Don’t forget to let me know when you all get to Archie’s.”

“Will do.”


You send off a text to your father as you walk in the door, heading straight to the kitchen. Everyone’s stomach had growled on the walk here, making the group realize that the capital-i Incident had prevented anyone from eating a full meal.

Rummaging through Archie’s fridge, you hear the soft plunks of pillows and blankets being tossed to the floor in preparation for the sleepover.

You know the conversation that is to come. How long is it acceptable to stand alone in a kitchen before it gets suspicious?

Sighing, you grab the pasta sauce, tomatoes, and spinach from the fridge then head to the pantry for pasta noodles.

Your friends mercifully tend to their nest making and allow you to make dinner while giving you time alone. You feel a scalding sensation on your hand and look up, rubbing the burn.The time on the microwave reads 9:56 pm, and you realize you’ve been standing at the stove for twenty minutes while the pasta has has been bubbling over, the splash hitting your hand as it spilled.

After scooping everyone a serving into a bowl, you set all of the food on Archie’s coffee table in the center of the room, surrounding which are the blankets they’ve artfully laid out. Stopping only to bid a farewell to Fred as he walks out the door, you take the spot in the center and curl up, letting the warmth from the bowl seep into your freezing fingers.

Your friends thank you for the dinner, and a while is spent with only the sound of Archie flipping the channels on the television.

It’s Betty that dissipates the silence.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. He said something about you and we thought you had told him and I feel so bad about-”

“Don’t,” you say with a sigh. You set your bowl onto the table and slip further into your blanket. “It’s my own fault. If I had just realized before it was too late that I had a crush, then I maybe could have distanced myself.” You look at all three surrounding you, and give a small smile. “I’m sure he just needs time, like he said. We’ll be fine in a couple days.”

Veronica slams her bowl down. “I just don’t get it!” Everyone’s head snaps to her. “You both seemed so enthralled with each other, I was sure he felt the same way. Or at least that he cared enough to not drop you just because you had the audacity to feel more for him than he might for you,” she finished sarcastically.

You shake your head, hoping that she won’t be too angry at Jug. He hadn’t done anything wrong, after all. “It’s just a bit awkward now. We’ll get over it. I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

“So,” Archie starts, a little hesitant, “You, uh, haven’t exactly told us what happened,” he points out, hand rubbing the nape of his neck.

And so the story begins. You tell them his reaction after they had left the diner, the hurt you felt. When you start to tell them about your plead with him for the two of you to move past it, the spiral of panic about being left out of the group, they stop you.

“Whoa, Y/N, slow down for a minute. Why would you ever think that?” Betty asks, concern coloring her voice.

“Don’t you ever, for even a second, think that we would stop caring for you just because there’s tension between you and Jughead.” Her fierce protectiveness is evident as Veronica scoots closer to you, throwing her arms around you.

“Yeah, Y/N/N. You’re pretty cool and stuff, we wouldn’t do that to you.”

Everyone laughs as Archie gets embarrassed, not knowing how to comfort you but trying his best. A sudden warmth starts in your stomach as you realize the support that your friends have shown all night.

“Thank you guys. I appreciate you hanging out with me as I wallow in pity,” you say, scrunching your nose at the thought of you in the middle of self-pity. You grab the remote from Archie. “Let’s find the worst movie currently streaming and just relax, yeah?” Everyone agrees, and the rest of the night is spent critiquing whatever movie was the subject of your fancy, support coming from the mere presence of such wonderful friends.


After the sleepover had dispersed the next morning, Archie heading off for Saturday football practice and the three girls all agreeing a shower was in order, you head home.

Once you shut your door, the bliss of being alone hits. You love your friends, and them being there despite you insisting everything was fine meant a lot, but you really needed to time to process by yourself.

The steam from your shower is stifling, but something about the scalding water makes you feel truly cleansed.

You check your phone: no messages. You turn the ringer on and the volume up, before tossing it across the bed and starting up your laptop.

Ten minutes pass. You check that you did, in fact, turn your ringer on. You did. No messages.

An hour passes, and you turn your phone off and then back on again, checking the signal. Full bars. No messages.

You throw your phone into a drawer. When you leave your house, your bedroom door is still open.

I don’t want anybody to choose between me and somebody else.

I don’t want to be with somebody who will forever wonder if they made the right decision.

Go choose the other person.

Go wonder if you should’ve actually chosen me.

I don’t want somebody being with me and doubting about that decision.

I want things to be pure.
I want honesty and reality.
I don’t deserve constant doubt and trust issues.

I know how it is to trust somebody and regret it afterwards.
Do I really look like I would treat somebody in that way.
That’s fucking terrible.

—  Me to the world.
A reply to a raging anti-SQ and anti-Regina...

… Killian Jones and Captain Swan stan, who sent us about 13 messages (yeah, trackers speak no lies, and–what a ‘refreshing’ thing to get back to, after a holiday) following a really old post–in which they aggressively defend his actions, again by ‘paralleling’ him against Regina as the ultimate rapist, molester and murderer (which, yawn–it’d be nice if you could prove him worthy of Emma Swan without trying to tear Regina apart, but you can’t–can you?) and spew a metric ton of anti Swan Queen, homophobic misogynist crap. Among which, asking US what OUR “understanding" of sexism, misogyny and rape culture–is.

I mean, really?

You got ALL you ever wished for, you privileged entitled arsewipes! Your designated white fuckboy completely took over a show that was once about strong women, and once remarkable female character got chewed up and spat out for him–so what more do you want? And now, after all the shit you left in our inbox, you dare to ask us, even childishly, spitefully so–what “we think" sexism and misogyny are? After sending a messagelike this:


Ironic, don’t you think? Or perhaps moronic?

But no, we are not offended by this toxic language. We are contemptuous of it. Just as we would be, if it had a different target:

Now, you may claim that you’re a woman, a grown one at that (a miserable excuse for one, but hey) but using that as an argument–is the same as saying “it’s not a nazi swastika, it’s a buddhist one” or “I can’t be a racist, I don’t use the N word in public” or “just because I don’t ship that queer crackship it doesn’t make me homophobic”. Not that calling someone ‘cunt’ (though I wouldn’t ever call you that–because you have neither depth nor warmth) or a ‘feminist’ is an insult, but everything else (in other 12 messages as well, so there’s no way in hell we’re posting anything else–for your sake) that you spat–THAT is what homophobia, sexism, misogyny and rape culture are.

All of which makes you, my dear–a piece of shit, really.

Now crawl back to your repulsive cesspool of a fandom, and stay there among other uneducated, unwashed masses. Simmer in all that mindless hate and internalized misogyny. Your arse is blocked here.

mainsourceofirritation  asked:

One of my favorite things about canon Hazel is that she swears. Strongly. Like in SoN when she summons the schist and the Karpoi hiss at it, she says that her teacher once washed out her mouth with lye soap for "saying something similar" and I just love the idea of Percy and Hazel on a quest and just openly swearing all the time. Hazel swearing.

Hazel’s such a badass, like yeah she needs to adjust a little to modern times but you’re totally right that she’s always had a potty mouth and I love it.

“Oh come on! This shit isn’t funny anymore!” Annabeth growls when they see yet more monsters on the horizon.

“Annabeth, watch your language!” Percy admonishes in a whisper as Hazel approaches.

“What’s going on?” Hazel asks, following their gaze to the new threat. Her shoulders drop. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

Percy gapes while Annabeth bursts out laughing and tells her, “I know, right.”

NCT when their gf gives back their sweater cuz it doesn’t smell like them anymore

Taeil: “Can you not just come see me instead. If you cannot smell me then you will have to come visit me every day and I would like that.” He would laugh. But would still give you another hoodie because he couldn’t say no to you easily.

Originally posted by 96sline

Johnny: “You’re so funny, babe. Do I even smell that good?” He would smile before taking the sweater from you. “You can have it back in a week once I have worn it again then,” He would say giving you a hug.

Originally posted by nctinfo

Taeyong: “You can have all my clothes if you want y/n. I’m sorry I can’t be with you all the time so this will make the best replacement. But maybe not quite all my clothes. Pretty sure I can’t go on stage naked.”

Originally posted by 7thsns

Yuta: He would be so happy you wanted something that smelt like him. “This has never happened before but I’m happy it has.”

Originally posted by chocosicheng

Doyoung: “Have this sweater then baby, you can have anything of mine you want.”

Originally posted by nctinfo

Jaehyun: He would blush slightly and chuckle. “Didn’t realise you liked how I smelt so much. I guess I am pretty calming.”

Originally posted by nct127

Winwin: “Do I smell that nice that you want the sweater to smell like me? And I thought being cute was my only talent.”

Originally posted by yutaejpg

Mark: Mark would smile and go red slightly embarrassed. He would take you to his room next time you were in the dorm and give you two more jumpers. “So you can smell me even when I can’t be here,” He would say smiling. 

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Haechan: "First you borrow my jumper and never give it back and now you complain it doesn’t smell like me. You are very lucky I love you very much y/n.” He would say jokingly.

Originally posted by haenyan