if you don't love them then idk

anonymous asked:

yes. answer it.

this is gonna be unwieldingly long but you asked for it

very honestly nayeon captured my attention quite a bit when i watch the loa mv for the first time. as y'all know i didn’t watch sixteen until after i stanned them which was a sad sad mistake, but yeah. i knew she’d be the face of the group, because her face kinda just, yknow, screams FACE OF THE GROUP but idk maybe that’s just me. but as i got to know nayeon better i guess i fell for her quirkiness??? how do i say this?????? i’m a nayeon’s front teeth advocate because i also happen to have huge front teeth but she looks adorable with it. and it’s also the way how even though she acts really headass sometimes, she still plays this quiet role of responsibility. she’s not a leader in the way jihyo is, but nayeon is more of the kind of person who brings out this certain individuality in the other members? jihyo pulls all of them together, and nayeon makes sure everyone gets to have fun by being themselves. it’s also somehow in the way she acts because she truly doesn’t hide her true state of mind. if she’s sleepy, you can tell that she’s sleepy because she’s like walking with her eyes closed in the airport. hahah it’s sort of how she brings this certain truthfulness to all the members, like how she makes sure their personalities still stand out even though they’re all one team. you can also feel just how much she loves her members just by how she acts around them and i think its cute. also she’s a loser. that’s another reason why i love her.

very honestly i didn’t really fancy jeongyeon at first lol VERY honestly. but as time passed it’s really because jeongyeon supposedly acts like she doesn’t love her members with her whole heart but somehow outrightly expresses her love and care for her members anyway? it’s the way she sort of cares for all the members a little differently. she’s overall still very motherly, despite what most people would think her appearance conveys. and even though she’s called the no jam hyung, she’s actually really damn funny no matter what twice says.

ah my baby, my first ever bias in twice, the girl who stole my heart during the damned dance break in loa. what i really love most about momo is just, really, just how innocent her personality is. she looks dumb and she may say that she’s dumb but the twice members swear that she’s the most mature member in twice and honestly i’d trust the people who literally live with her 24/7. it’s how she always tries her best and how she works hard in everything she does and how she never fails to bring her determination back up every time someone brings it down. it’s how she’s always quietly improving herself. it’s how she’s a sucker for dogs of all kinds and how she’s most likely one of the cutest people alive. it’s how she talks like a baby and stumbles over her words in korean and also in japanese. it’s the funny way she screams and her cute little “eh????” and the way she scrunches her face and the way she takes selfies at the same angle all the damn time and it’s just, everything all at once that makes me love her so so much. she takes care of the younger members by acting like they’re the same age and she’s affectionate to every one of her other members and how she’s basically the unofficial baby of the group. yes. i love my hirai.

minatozaki sana is my gIRL. my princess my everything my beautiful little gem. this girl owns my entire heart alright. let’s start. basically one of the reasons why i love sana is just her clinginess hah i know it seems farfetched but well. i’m quite an affectionate person myself and i happen to have only one friend who fully accepts my clinginess for what it is. sana’s clinginess is basically just how she shows her affection. she loves her members, so she’s going to show them by essentially glomping them in a massive hug when they’re least expecting it. it’s as simple as that. she loves her members, so she wants to give them little kisses as her reminder of “i love you” and if you dont think that’s cute then we are going to have an issue alright. every single hug and every single little kiss from sana to her members essentially is an “i love you, and i’m making sure you remember that”. she feels the need to remind her members that she loves them occassionally, and while some of you may think that she somehow shows more affection to certain members, it’s probably not all that true. i’m pretty sure she doesn’t kiss jeongyeon as often because she knows jeongyeon doesn’t quite like it, so she shows it by cuddling with her and whatnot. she adapts her affection to fit the member, essentially, and basically if the member accepts sana’s kisses, then she’ll kiss them all she wants. and to a certain extent i think she kisses them all equally, because she loves all of them. she’s clingy because she loves her members and that’s pretty much it. i have like way more reasons though, like her smile, and the way her eyes sparkle and her knowing of how to charm her way into anyone’s heart. but that’d make this too long and i dont want that happening so MOVING ON

ah our god jihyo. i admire her, really. i love how admirable she is. for leading a bunch of other girls, some of which are older than her, for persevering through the 10 years of her trainee life, for always expressing her gratitude towards the fans, for always thinking that she needs to work harder. it’s really admirable. it’s not something you can do easily at the age of 8. to give up your childhood to pursue what seems to be an undetermined dream. she trained well, and she got put into twice and now she’s the leader. the dependable leader. the responsibility she has over the members is immense, and it’s easy for anyone to just blame her if anything goes wrong. she’s the leader, after all. and what’s most admirable is that she’d do it. she’d take all the blame in a heartbeat and she’d apologize and she’d work even harder. she’d strive to improve herself even more. she never fails to express her gratitude towards onces and she never fails to express that she feels that she’s lacking. we’re gonna watch her grow into an even better person, and an even better singer and that’s what makes me love her. also have you seen the girl smile like ???? that shit is beautiful.

this girl lights up my entire life really,,, what i love most about mina is probably her smile? like that gummy smile she does when she’s really happy like her eyes just squish into crescents and then you can see her gums and the silver tooth peeking out and she looks like the most adorable child in that moment and you can just FEEL her happiness and she’s truly a blessing to us all. my love for her smile aside the next thing is most probably how she’s a responsible person in general, but her members still treat her like a little baby. especially jline. you can see how everyone truly has a soft spot for mina, even though she seems like the most responsible member, next to jihyo and tzuyu. she’s that dependable person who you still want to protect at all costs. another one is probably how she’s elegant + poise + quiet but also one of the weirdest. like, have you seen the girl? sometimes she just snaps and does the weirdest thing amongst the twice members and it’s hilarious. she owns a special soft spot in my heart and she’s staying there forever as long as smiles her perfect big gummy smile.

ah,,, kim dahyun. she truly brings excitement to the group doesn’t she? it’s oddly quiet without her around, even though there’s still 8 other girls. she’s the one who makes everyone excited, even if it’s a little bit, and always strives to keep everyone up on their feet and happy. it’s honestly really cute when you realize how much excitement she really brings just by being herself. also she’s incredibly funny for no reason and i think that’s the best trait about her. of course, dahyun isn’t just a bundle of humour and nothing else. i also find it great that she’s always challenging her fears and wanting to step outside her comfort zone, from riding rollercoasters to getting a whole puppy (she’ll warm up to the puppy, i know so because my mum used to be terrified of cats and now she cuddles up with my cat all the time). she’s always ready to take on a challenge and that’s what i admire. also she looks like an angel when she plays the piano. good fingers and wrists. 10/10.

chaeng chaeng chaengggggg. chaeyoung is great in the way that like, she just truly pursues what she’s interested in or what she wants. like how she cut her hair without jyp knowing and jyp having to tell her that she has to get permission first. which is ridiculous because it’s her own hair, but oh well. anyway also it’s cute how she’s all sentimental and all emotional and how she gets embarassed about it when the members tease her lol. she’s badass and adorable all at the same time and i love her she’s beautiful

chou tzu!!!! honestly i think tzuyu is really funny, even though she doesn’t really talk much. the thing that’s funniest about her is that she doesn’t even have to talk to be funny and that’s truly a talent on its own. that aside, you can tell how much she really loves her members and how grateful she is to each and every one of them even if she only thanked nayeon for recommending shopping sites and nothing else. it’s true that she doesn’t express herself well, but you can really feel how much she appreciates all that her members have done for her and how her members have taken care of her from the beginning. i think she’s coming out of her shell well, and that she’s slowly learning how to express herself in the polite, truthful way that tzuyu has, and her members are helping her as she goes along, because they know she’s trying. she’s twice’s gigantic baby, and she loves all her members the same.

in conclusion, i love these idiots, and twice without any of the members even for a short period of time feel incomplete somehow. they depend on each other and help to bring each other up. they’re always striving to improve as a team and individually, and they own my heart. thank you very much for your attention.

Y'all realize you can dislike something/someone just cause it doesn’t vibe with you, right? Like doing 726382847282377 hours of research to make things look problematic and telling other people that they’re bad for liking it isn’t necessary at all


the cicadas are singing / the cicadas are dying
in droves. they are droning graveyard hymns
so relentlessly i have to wonder:
is it their funeral or mine?
maybe i am the one being buried
here under the summer heat.
maybe i should be mourning too.

dear dante, do you wear shoes in chicago?
what i mean is: will you still be the same
as i remembered? and do i want you
to be the same? you can’t answer
these questions; i’m just wondering, i guess.
just wishing something could be different
even though i don’t know what.


dear ari, chicago is too full of shoes;
not enough birds / not enough dreams.
i miss swimming, and i miss you—
can i say this, at least? i almost miss
el paso, but the memories of home
are starting to blur. everything hazy
except you’re always in sharp focus.
you can’t answer but i’m also wondering:
if i held your hand, could we make it
through all these faded june afternoons?


(maybe. i don’t know. i don’t know—)


if we carried hope into a thunderstorm
could we finally taste the rain?

boys like us || a. cho

so what’s about my otps-

everything is fine about my otps 

absolutely perfectly fine

my children are alive and together

they are..h-happy!

i love them and a little bit dying inside

(fuck you kisimoto)

  • Phichit: I don't like you
  • Chris: the feeling is mutual
  • Victor and Yuuri: *do something cute*
  • Phichit and Chris: *taking pictures* oh my gosh they are adorable I have to post this
  • Phichit: Wait. You love them too?
  • Chris: Of course.
  • Phichit: Where are you posting those pics?
  • Chris: to Twitter, Instagram and my
  • Chris and Phichit: Victuuri Tumblr blog
  • Chris: Did we just become best friends?
  • Phichit: I think we did
  • Aries: People hold hands? Psh I can't relate, I throw hands like a real man.
  • Taurus: [puts on fake glasses] It's time to read some hoes.
  • Gemini: Me actually liking someone? Sounds fake, I just like the validation that I'm not complete trash.
  • Cancer: I'm internally screaming right now because the one day I decide to wear makeup I keep crying. My eyelashes are clumping together and I cannot. I refuse.
  • Leo: Do you ever see the sun and you're like ... Man, I'd love to punch it because same. I want to punch the sun so hard. My only chance to be fist-kissed by a hottie.
  • Virgo: I feel bad that I don't recycle. I just can't be inspired to do it because I still feel terrible about life after doing so. [throws water bottle in recycling bin] Oh look, I still have depression!
  • Libra: I want to have a flowery aesthetic... I need a group of friends that are always willing to take pictures of frolicking through flower fields.
  • Scorpio: I love the fact that no one really knows anything about me, but it also makes me kind of sad at the same time. What is my legacy besides being the mysterious and hot one?
  • Sagittarius: The only person in this world who will never break my heart is education connection lady. She's still in 2009 singing about her education experience and I refuse to believe anything different.
  • Capricorn: I've spent 10 hours of my life listening to the education connection song. If I don't make it to college, then I may as well just die.
  • Aquarius: Other people around me are always like "I LOVE YOU! OMG, I LOVE YOU!" Meanwhile I'm just eating my imaginary popcorn thinking about how much I hate everyone.
  • Pisces: I'm eating five hour old chicken nuggets and I'm sad. I don't think I'll finish them... I have to throw them away... This is probably the worst thing I've ever done in my life.
How to Flirt: Shakespeare Edition
  • Crossdress and become their servant
  • Crash their dad’s party and idk kiss them a little and then break into their backyard like a weirdo
  • Attempt to learn French. Admit you don’t know French. 
  • Become king. Threaten to steal their land
  • Get your goblin friend to make them fall in love with a donkey and then break the curse you’re welcome
  • Chess
  • Pretend to die for fifteen years and then turn into a statue and reincarnate
  • Kill their spouse, father, father in law, and then show up at a funeral and blame them for being too hot
  • Imprison their brother for a petty crime and threaten to kill him
  • Tell stories about your brave deeds. Also, handkerchiefs.
  • Play “find the box with my portrait in it”
  • Yellow cross gartered stockings
  • Have their uncle flirt with them for you heck yeah
  • Start shit with the Pope so you can get a divorce
  • Save the king from illness with your Mad Doctoring Skills and then get him to force them to marry you
  • Act like Russians
  • Pretend to be jewelry and sneak into their bedroom like a creep
  • Kill Claudio

motivatedcryptidtamer  asked:

Can you write a Solangelo fic about your favorite headcanon for them?

Anon said: Bc I love your interpretation of solangelo so much I was wondering if you could write a drabble of any one of your solangelo headcanons x

Nico doesn’t look up from his book when there’s a knock on the door. A moment later, Will’s face peeks around the door, and Nico sighs, waving him in.

“Hey, Neeks,” Will says, shutting the cabin door behind him. It’s as silent as a graveyard in the Hades cabin, as usual, but unlike the eerie hollow silence as before, it’s more of a peaceful, safe silence away from the usual ruckus outside. 

“Don’t call me that,” Nico replies, flipping a page. He doesn’t move as Will makes himself comfortable on the bed next to him. “Thought you were leading the Arts and Crafts today.”

“Leo showed up,” Will says, and Nico winces in sympathy. He can imagine the smoke and sparks and sparkles already.

Will shifts, and then he’s flopping over Nico’s lap, stretching like a cat. Nico lifts his book so Will doesn’t smack it out of his hands. He looks down at the other boy, noting the shadows under those blue eyes, the weary downward tug on those familiar lips. 

Nico lowers a hand into the blond curls, watching as Will’s eyes slip shut at the touch. “Take a nap,” Nico tells him. “I’ll wake you for dinner.”

“You don’t mind?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Will’s eyes open slightly, and he smiles at him, all soft and stupidly adorable. “You take such good care of me.”

Nico ruffles his hair until Will laughs, swatting lightly at his hand. You do the same, Nico thinks, but out loud he says, “Go to sleep, Solace, before I make you.”

“Okay, okay.” Will closes his eyes. He’s still smiling, and Nico isn’t surprised to find an answering smile on his own face. “Thanks, Nico.”

Nico hums, returning to his book. His hand continues to pet Will’s hair, until gentle snores fill the silence of the Hades cabin.

master-sass-blast  asked:

Right. So. Might be mildly addicted to your 'Gods and Monsters' series. Definitely need an intervention, but I'll prolly ignore that anyway, so... anyway, can you do something with Zeus and Hera? I've always thought it was massively whack that the goddess of fidelity was with --according to Greek mythos--one of the biggest adulterers on Olympus. Definitely smelling a bit of an abusive relationship there, if you catch my drift... okay byeeeee

Hera, the young goddess of marriage and family, is only unfaithful to her husband once.

She seduces Zeus first, right as the war ends and they’re all pain and ash and thrumming with the excitement of victory. She smiles just so and touches his bloody chest, her hand pale against the dark copper of his skin and, and when he looks at her his eyes spark with the lightning he so easily commands. She is named his wife that very night, her body littered with bruises from his rough, eager hands, and she tells herself the bile at the back of her throat tastes like victory.

She is queen of the gods. This is what she wants.

They’ve all claimed their domains and gone their separate ways, Demeter to the earth, Hades to the underworld, and Hestia to Olympus where they plan to build their palace. But Poseidon still lingers. “Don’t you have an ocean to conquer?” she asks.

He looks at her, then behind her to where Zeus is busy sketching plans for Olympus. “You don’t have to do this,” he says softly, “you – you can come with me if you want. Or I’m sure Hades would take you.”

Hera has no time for Poseidon and his soft heart. “I will only belong to the best,” she says, tossing her head so her crown of curls fall over her shoulder. “You should go. You have work to do.”

“There are more important things than power,” he says uncomfortably, shifting from foot to foot.

“No,” she says, “there aren’t.”


Hera would not mind Zeus’s women so much if they were not constantly giving him children, something she has been unable to do.

She is an obedient wife. She does not turn her powers against him, and she’s tolerant of his mortals at first, but the longer she is empty of child the less patience she has. How can she be the goddess of family without one of her own?

Her spite gets in her way, and she hurls every kind of obstacle and curse she can at the woman her husband lies with. At first he is angry with her, and bruises litter her throat and wrists. Then, as her wrath and powers grow, he is afraid of her. He watches her warily, sneaking to the mortal realm when before he wouldn’t even try to hide it. He submits when she pins him to the bed and rides him hard, desperate for a child of his, desperate to fulfill the perfect image of wife and mother she’s built for herself.

No matter her magic, no matter how many times they lie together, Hera does not get with child.

She goes to Hestia, and her sister presses a hand to her stomach and purses her lips and says, “Must it be his child?”

Hera stares. She’s the goddess of marriage and family. She is not capable of infidelity. “I – I can’t.”

“Just once,” Hestia says, “the problem is not with you, nor with him, clearly. Only the combination of you both. Lie with any other man, and you will have your child.”

So Hera, just once, puts on a disguise and goes to the mortal realm. She finds a man with skin darker than Zeus’s, a rich warm brown that matches his soft eyes. She lies with him, and it hurts. He is kind and patient and kisses the edge of her jaw, her shoulders, her navel. But to be unfaithful grates against her very nature as a goddess, and every moment is agony. He finishes, his mouth whispering kind things against her own, and she leaves as soon as she can.

It works. She becomes round with child, and is happier than she’s been in a long time. She does not mind Zeus’s mortals, and he even becomes kinder while the baby grows inside of her. His hands become softer, and he spends less time away from Olympus.

The baby is born, and Zeus is furious.

The child is too dark to be his, and he tears it from Hera’s hands while she lies exhausted from the birth. “What do you care?” she cries, struggling to stand, “You have dozens of children. What does it matter if I have one?”

He holds the baby in one hand and grabs her jaw with the other, pulling her to her knees. “You are my wife,” he hisses, “the goddess of marriage and family. You will have my child, or no child at all.”

He throws the baby from Mount Olympus. Hera screams, pushing herself away from him and attempting to jump after it. Zeus catches her around the waist, and with a crackle of power and roar of rage, he sends a lightning bolt after the baby.

The child may have survived the fall, but not the lightning.

“NO!” Hera screeches, clawing at his arm as she struggles to escape his grasp. Normally she’s not this helpless against him, but delivering her baby has left her weaker than she’s ever been before.

He presses the flat of his hand against her swollen womb, adding pressure until she cries out in pain and tries to squirm away from him. “My child,” he repeats, voice low and terrible, “or no child at all.”

He lets her go, and she collapses, grasping out a hand over the edge of Olympus. But the blood between her thighs is still wet, and she can’t find the energy to stand. She wonders if she’ll have to crawl down the mountain to retrieve her baby’s corpse.

“Sister!” Soft hands grab her shoulder and gently roll her onto her back. Hestia’s face fills her vision, and Hera has never seen the older goddess of hearth and fire look so cold. “I’ll kill him,” she says, hands hovering over Hera like she’s not sure where to begin. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think this would happen, I didn’t think he would – I didn’t think.”

Hera curls on her side until she can place her head in her sister’s lap. She’s not sobbing anymore, she’s never been one to fall into hysterics, but she can’t stop crying, a steady stream of tears dripping silently down her face. Hestia runs trembling hands through her hair. “Don’t,” she whispers, “I did this, this is my fault. I – I should have known better.”

Hestia’s hand cup her face, leaning over so she can look her in the eye. “This is not your fault.”

Her sister stands and picks her up in her arms. Hera tries to tell her to put her down, that Zeus will be angry if she leaves, that she did this to herself. But she falls unconscious before she can get any of it out.


Hera awakens someplace soft and warm. She opens her eyes, and she’s inside Hades’s palace. Her confusion lasts only until her memories come rushing back, and then she has to bite her lip until it bleeds to stop herself from crying out.

“Hestia brought you here. She’s returned to Olympus to cover for you both. Do not worry – Zeus doesn’t know where you are.” She turns her head, and sees the goddess of magic at her side. Hecate smiles, “I have mended you, do not worry. All is well.”

All is not well. That statement is so far from true, and her instant urge is to crush Hecate to dust for the audacity. Before she can make up her mind one way or the other, there’s a soft knock on the door. It opens to reveal her elder brother. “I have something that belongs to you,” he says, and Here focuses on the bundle in the crook of his elbow.

Her baby’s corpse. She’s relieved someone thought to get it. Her heart feels like lead, and all the control she’d had over her emotions is gone instantly. She hopes they’ll leave her alone to hold the body of her child and weep.

Hades gingerly sits on the edge of the bed, and Hecate rises to help Hera prop herself up so she’s at least sitting. “He’s a strong little thing,” Hades says, and Hera doesn’t understand.

Then a warm, wriggling baby is placed in her arms. He’s got great big eyes and his mouth splits into a toothless grin when he sees her. “He’s alive,” she says numbly.

“Not without sacrifice,” Hecate says softly, and reaches over to undo the blanket he’s swaddled in.

Her son has no legs below his knees.

“Zeus’s lightning bolt didn’t kill him, but we cannot return what was lost,” Hades says, pained. “When he’s older, maybe we can do something, give him something in place of legs. But for now, there’s nothing I can do.”

The king of the underworld is the most powerful god after her husband. Hera knows that, even if Zeus doesn’t. If Hades can’t do anything about her son’s legs, then no can. But he’s alive, Zeus didn’t manage to kill him, and Hera finds herself so grateful that she’s holding a smiling, living child that she can’t be anything but relieved. Her son is alive, and happy. He doesn’t need legs.

“I can’t bring him back to Olympus,” she looks up at them, “Can you find someone to raise him? Someone you trust?”

She doesn’t trust anyone, so it can’t be her choosing.

“You’re going back to him?” Hecate demands, “Hestia said – but I thought for sure – you don’t have to! Don’t go back to him!”

“I must,” she holds her son to her chest, and he reaches out with chubby hands to tug at her hair. “I am the goddess of marriage, and he is my husband.”

Hecate stares, aghast. “Don’t – don’t, Hera. Please. Stay here. Hades will protect you.”

She looks up at her brother, and he raises an eyebrow. He would protect her, he would put himself in between her and Zeus’s wrath if she asked him to. But she won’t, and she thinks he knows it. She says, “I am Hera of the Heights, of Argos, of the Mound. I am the cow eyed, white armed goddess of marriage and of family. I am Hera, queen of the gods.” She looks down at her son, and her heart clenches, because for now a title that cannot be afforded to her is that of mother. “I will not abandon my dominion, nor my husband. I will return to Mount Olympus.”

“But you don’t love him,” Hecate says helplessly.

Hera stares, baffled that anyone could think her marriage had anything to do with love. “Of course not. But this isn’t about love. It’s about power.”

The goddess of magic swallows, then says, “I will raise him.”

Even Hades is surprised by that. “Hecate?”

“I will raise him,” she repeats, “He will stay with me, safe in the underworld where Zeus cannot find him, until he’s old enough and strong enough to protect himself.”

“Thank you,” Hera says, and lowers her head enough to kiss the top of her son’s head. “Tell him that I’m the one that threw him from Olympus.” When she looks up, Hades is resigned while Hecate looks on in horror. “Tell him, tell everyone. I gave birth to a hideous son, and I threw him from Olympus. His legs were crushed in the fall. I did this. Zeus tried to stop me, but could not.”

“Why?” Hecate asks.

Hera smiles down at her son, her heart full with a helpless sort of love. “So that when he ventures from the safety of the underworld, Zeus will have no reason to hurt him. So that when he comes to Olympus, Zeus will be unable to hurt him without explaining he was the one that tried to kill him in the first place.” She runs the back of her finger down his cheek, and he grabs it, his little fist holding onto her. “Blame me, and he will be safe.”

Hecate looks like she wants to argue. Hades puts a hand on her shoulder and asks Hera, “What’s his name?”

Her son smiles, and tugs at her hand, the beginnings of a giggle gurgling in his throat.

“His name is Hephaestus.”


When she returns, she no longer has any patience for Zeus’s mortals. When before she had only inconvenienced them, now she’s not playing any games. Those that do not die end up wishing they had, and she’s especially vindictive to any mortal carrying her husband’s child.

She sits on her throne, waiting, a smirk curled around the corner of her lips.

Zeus barges in and charges towards her. He’s so angry smoke is rising off his skin. “You,” he hisses, “this is your doing.”

“Whatever do you mean?” she asks, unflinching when he slams his hands on either side of her head, crushing the back of her throne with the force of it.

“She and the children are dead,” he snarls, “my children are dead! I know this is your doing, it reeks of your handiwork.”

Hera slides forward to the edge of her throne, their faces nearly touching, and spreads her legs. He flexes his hands, because even at his most furious he still wants her. She is his wife and his queen. She banishes her clothing so she’s spread out before him, hair piled high and jewelry glinting around her neck. “What are you going to do about it?”

He kisses her hard enough to bruise, and Hera crosses her legs around his back, urging him closer. “Why are you doing this?” he hisses, mouthing at her neck, because he hates her even as he loves her, hates her because he loves her, and loves her because he hates her.

She waits until he’s inside her to lick the shell of his ear and whisper, “My child, or no child at all, husband.”

When he breaks her skin with his teeth, she only laughs.

They do this to each other. Maybe they are meant to be together.

gods and monsters series part xv

read more from the gods and monsters series here

anonymous asked:

i'm sorry but authors who can't finish their stories shouldn't start one at all. wth? you start, people will love it, they'll wait, and then you freaking abandon or just... idk, hide somewhere and delete the damn fic. pisses me off. don't start when you know you can't finish.

It’s frustrating, but I 1000% get it. Now there are some that are serial abandoners and maybe they need to have a talk with Jesus. But even I have a WIP that ice been struggling to finish for years. I still appreciate the content we get, so many plot bunnies can be had from wipe, I wish more would get into the practice of picking them up when they’re truly abandoned. That might be a fun writing project, hmm…

constructed emotional responses
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>my mom:</b> *tells me about the death of a family member who I am not close too*<p/><b>me internally:</b> ok gotta choose a good emotional response that I can mimic. Tears?? No, I can't fake cry. I can show surprise, because yeah I'm pretty surprised. Hmm, ask multiple questions. How? Where? Nice nice. Empathy? Nope, don't have the energy to do that. Sympathy? yeah I can do that, they meant a lot to my mom and I love my mom. In conclusion, shock and sympathy. Use that to cover the fact that you don't have any emotional response to her passing.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
basically reasons I'm always gonna be alone.
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>me:</b> Harry potter is, like, the gateway fandom. You start reading the books, and suddenly you want to climb ferris wheels instead of ride them, a ball point pen is your weapon, you have a sonic screwdriver and carry salt everywhere, you're awkwardly in love with Sherlock Holmes and you don't really know how any of it happened, but you're pretty sure it started because Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Dursley of 4 privet drive were proud to say they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.<p/><b>friend:</b> * takes earphones out* are you done talking about them yet?<p/><b>me:</b> *opens mouth*<p/><b>friend:</b> *bangs head on table*<p/><b>me:</b> so... as I was saying, hot vampire wizard roommates...<p/></p><p/></p>
  • Jason: Oh, feelings? Yeah, I don't have those anymore.
  • Tim: What?! You can't just do that! What's the point in living if you can't feel happiness? Wonder? Love?
  • Jason: Or the sweet taste of revenge! You're right, Tim! What's the point in living if I can't enjoy such simple things?
  • Tim: Eh... close enough.