if you have not done it yet idk what you are doing with your time on tumblr

how to stay productive

i rly srsly have a problem with this especially after school ))): like im always on tumblr or something so i never get anything done rip

so im gonna try to practice what i preach from now on!!! lets get into it!

preparing for productivity

  • when you get home from school or work, give yourself a 20-50 minute break. lets be honest we all have those days when we try to jump right into doing whatever the heck you need to do right when you get home but after like 20 minutes you’re distracted and a mess and not getting any work done. the easy way to prevent this is to give yourself time to do all of that before you start your work so you’re not distracted later (give urself an hour if its been an especially long day). eat a snack, wash ur face tbh, whip your hair, idk what you crazy kids do but do it. srsly. just get it out of the way.
  • get everything ya need in one place. this is kinda a no-brainer especially since it’s all over tumblr. but srsly why get up every 5 minutes to get a pencil or something? just have it all in the first place. ez.
  • turn off your phone or put it in airplane mode. personally i like to pretend like im so determined and focused but every time i see the little t at the top of my phone im just gone. don’t let it distract you. if you need the internet, use your laptop/computer for less distractions.
  • set the mood. idk what you do, whether thats playing the moana soundtrack hanging up fairy lights, putting on your diffuser or playing rap music; idk man! do it.

actually doing the thing

  • alright so now u got ur fairy lights, ur mildliners, ur face washed, and ur apple juice (??? apple juice is lit???). now throw yourself into it. literally just force yourself to do it. don’t know how??? welll!!! not sure how to help you! (no im kidding don’t leave yet pls)
  • use the touch it once rule. this is a favorite of the studyblr community. it means that everything on your to-do list, everything you know you need to accomplish– start it. just tell yourself “i’ll only do 3 math problems” or “i’ll only work on this resume for 5 minutes”. they say the hardest part is always starting. chances are, that unfinished worksheet is going to really bother you and you’ll end up finishing it. if not, then just come back to later and touch it again and again until you finish it. tedious, but it works.
  • use the “two minute rule”. i got this one from @emmastudies! this rule means that if anything on your list takes 2 minutes or less to do (checking your emails, checking your tumblr inbox or something), do it. just get it done.
  • keep it balanced. do like one easy task and then one hard task so you’re getting everything done but not overwhelming yourself either.
  • break down your tasks. don’t just look at a giant task like “write a 3-page paper”. break it down into smaller subtasks like “plan paper. draft paper. edit paper. type and print paper.” its much less scary to look at.
  • visualize procrastination as a monster. i do NOT take credit for this one; i saw it in a masterpost somewhere so this isnt mine!!! but basically i read that you should look at procrastination as a scary opponent ready to eat you alive (and honestly it is). tackle it. don’t let it attack. be so scared of it that you don’t let it get anywhere near you.
  • honestly just do it and keep at it. stop letting procrastination kick your ass so that you can be productive and stay productive. the work is it’s own reward (:
Do That Again And I Might Just Forgive You (Tom Holland!Peter Parker x reader)(Slight smut)

Hey guys! Fourth imagine here on Tumblr! Yay! I had a lot of ideas for this one so I hope you enjoy my top pick. Don’t forget to leave prompts, questions, suggestions, and ideas in my inbox! Requests are always welcome! Love you guys! Hollanders for the win <3

- Xoxo K



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Warnings: More that slight smut but not full blown. Mostly just heavy make out sessions, mentions of sex, and the beginning to a smut. (I might write the smutty ending to this prompt but idk yet. Tell me if you want me to.)
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He ditched you once again, but this time it wasn’t just another date, it was Homecoming. You knew your boyfriend Peter was Spider-Man and you knew he had to save the city and all, so it didn’t really bother you all that much. However, Peter didn’t know that. He felt really bad every time he ditched and this time, he felt even worse. You were walking down the hallway trying to get to your locker when you heard your name being called. “Y/N!” That voice belonged to none other than Peter Parker. You turned around and saw the boy trying to get to you as fast as he could without bumping into anyone. So far he was doing a really bad job of that, mumbling a quiet “sorry” every now and then until he finally reached you. “Y/N” he said, slightly out of breath. “Yes, Peter?” You asked, giggling slightly. “I-I brought you these,” Peter said, pulling out a bag of Skittles, your favorite (If you don’t like Skittles I’m sorry, but I’m a taste the rainbow kinda girl… I encourage everyone to taste the rainbow). “Awww. Pete, you didn’t have to do this.” You sighed, happily. “I did though… I feel really bad.” Peter said, sadness in his eyes. You looked down at the skittles and then back up at Peter wondering if you could get something more intimate as apology from Peter, so you pulled out the guilt trip just to mess with him. “Peter, I’m sure we can make it up some how…” you trailed off. “I mean, nothing will be as unforgettable as Homecoming but…” Peter’s eyes locked with yours and he suddenly got an idea. “Unforgettable?” Peter spoke. “Alright.” Peter leaned in and kissed you with so much fire and passion, it would make anyone envious. His lips moved on yours like they had only one other time, the night he came to your window all battered and bruised and told you he was Spider-Man. Emotion was running wild in the kiss and in the midst of it all, you dropped the skittles to move your hands to his hair. Neither of you cared that you were in the hallway. In fact, it wasn’t until the morning announcements started, that you two even realized where you still were. You both pulled apart, your lips slightly pinker from the kiss. “Will you forgive me, Y/N?” Peter asked hopefully, hands still around your waist. Still in a sort of daze from the kiss, you looked up at him. He chuckled at your slight confusion, bringing you back from “Planet Peter” as your friends called it. “What?” You asked Peter. “I said,” Peter said, chuckling again. “Will you forgive me?” You looked smirked slightly, looking to the ground before turning your eyes up to meet his. Leaning into his ear, you whispered, “Do that again and I might just forgive you.” Peter’s jaw clenched as soon as the words left your mouth. When you pulled away from his ear, he looked into your eyes and was about to lean in, but you pulled away from him quickly causing him to shoot you a confused look. You leaned down, not breaking eye contact, to pick up your bag of Skittles off the ground. When you came back up, the words that left your mouth were like silk. Running your hand down Peter’s chest to his abs, you felt him tense. “If you want it Parker,” you say smirking seductively, moving your hand to place your finger under his chin. “You’ll have to come and catch me” You say, wiggling the bag of Skittles in your hand before taking off down the hall. Peter wasted no time in taking off after you. Oh boy… were you going to forgive him alright ;)

~ Extended Ending ~

“So you got detention…” You heard the voice of Captain America on the TV set. Peter was sitting next to you and you shot him a look of complete and utter boredom. Yeah… maybe making Peter that horny wasn’t a good idea because now you’re both in detention. “Sorry.” Peter whispered to you. You smirked slightly. “It’s fine. Don’t sweat it.” You smirked even wider. “I think we’ve both done enough of that today.” He blushed slightly and looked down at his desk. He looked back up at you with a smirk now. “Hey, Y/N?” You looked towards Peter. “Yeah?” You replied, still in a whisper. Peter nudged his head towards the teachers desk where the gym teacher was now asleep. “You thinking what I’m thinking?” Peter smirked. You have him a look back. “No. Peter! We already got caught! Do you want to risk it again?!” You whisper yelled to Peter. You couldn’t deny the way you still wanted him though and you gave in to the mischief. “Let’s go!” You said quickly. Peter’s smirk got impossibly miser and you got up first. When you reached the bathroom, you shot Peter a text to let him know you were waiting. Not even a second later, Peter was out the door, running down the hall as fast as he could. As soon as he was through the door, his lips were on yours. The excitement at thought of what was about to happen, reaching your core before his fingers even did.

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ISSA STORYTIME

Ok I’m bored so ima tell y’all a wild ass story that happened to me first semester of my college experience; the story of when I got laced by a wild thot with some CRACK. Let’s get into the tea gorls

So I went to art school for communications design. I dont go there no more because it was hella racist, but a different story for a different day. The campus I went to was way up north, in Utica. Never heard of it? Didn’t think you would. Just imagine if the worst neighborhood in Detroit was an entire town with like no people and cows. I don’t know about y’all but at my school we had this thing called late night where we get snacks and shit in the cafeteria after dinner. I was one of 6 black boys in my entire school so it was always dry. So this particular late night I had got a pink wig and started fucking around and giving these crackers some life to entertain myself. My extra ass being who I was did stand-up for the entire night. Since it was early in the school year tho I aint really have no solid friends, so the people who I was gonna go smoke with finished their food and left me like some fucking snakes. When I was done I was deep in my feelings lol because bitch…..you gon spark up…..without me???

I was like “y’know what idgaf, I don’t need you niggas” because I’m likable, right? I could talk to anyone I wanted and make friends. That’s what my dumb ass thought even though I knew damn well these all were some back woods ass white people from Cousin Fucker Nowhere. So I’m standing in front of the dorms like “ok, if I was a white person who loved giving free weed to negroes, what would I look like?” and as though Satan himself heard me, this girl wearing dem Jerusalem B.Cs (you know what I’m talmbout) and a bright jacket that had to be from the thrift store because it smelled like pickled dick and horse radish extract walked past. I was like DING DING DING, gotcha Becky!! So I was like “omg hi sis, I always see you in class and I think your style is so cool blah blah” and all that fake shit. Naturally Linda felt gassed af and immediately offered to let me smoke with her. Yeah, yah boi got it like that.

But mama ain’t raise no fool and I seent Get Out so I don’t go nowhere with a white person without at least one other poc with me. So this couple I’m good friends with now was walking out of the dorms, we just gon call them Peanut & Jelly. They were quiet and both shy people so they didnt hang out much yet. They were also native and latino which was good enough for me so my loud ass was like “Aye, y’all smoke??” it’s 2017 so of course they smoke and I invite them to come smoke some of Margret’s weed. Consider it reparations. Since they ain’t have no friends they were happy to come join us. Smh y’all if you see this I’m so sorry I got y’all into this lmao. Anyway Trisha was like “Super duper the more the merrier, let’s go :))” with her wild ass. But I remembered I still had some of my own weed left so we ran to my room and got it, but I ain’t have no bag to carry it in. So Ingrid said “Oh, I have a bag you can put it in” and pulled out this ashy ass ziploc bag. RED FLAG NUMBER ONE. But my clueless ass thought she just had some plaster or some shit in there before since we went to an art school. Smdh.

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Shortly before we depart Peanut and I are getting everything together and making sure there’s no smell. While this is happening Jelly watches Rebecca spread some “dust” on her gums. RED FLAG NUMBER TWO. This nigga thought it was candy dust or something. No one in this equation is particularly bright. But anywhore, we started making moves to this parking lot/roof that we usually hung out at. I was hoping my friends fake asses would be there so I could ditch Jill’s ass. Peanut & Jelly I ain’t mind because they were cool once you got them to talk. I could tell they weren’t feelin Harriet tho lol and tbh neither was I but would your ass turn down a completely free spark up??? Didn’t think so. We get to the roof finally and I start checking my jacket to find I forgot my mini bong in my room. So Elizabeth is like “Oooh awesome we can smoke out of my pipe!” and I’m like lol you bougie ass bitch just call it a bowl. But my fake ass just said “Litty gorl, load that shit up!” thats exactly what I get. She starts loading her “pipe” up and I notice both my weed and hers lookin a lil ashy. AND THATS RED FLAG NUMBER THREE

It’s like 11 at night tho and we only had street lights so I didn’t wanna call Susan out and end up lookin a fool if it was nothing. So I just let her do her thing and pull out my lighter so we can make it do what it do ya feel? So we smokin and I’m having a pretty good time. I feel proud of myself and shit for scamming little Mary Ellen and getting a full spark up after my niggas rolled out on me. I’m like “haha bitch you did that and you high as fuck”. Me being the funny nigga I am in my head, I make myself laugh. Then I realize for someone who smokes pretty regularly and only had two hits, I was already shmizzed for some reason. I look over at Peanut & Jelly and both them niggas lookin like

“Already??? Huh, that’s weird”, young nigga Kam thought to himself. But once again it was free weed so I shut my Nancy Drew ass up and let it go. Debra passes the “pipe” to me and I hit it harder this time because I ain’t pay for it so ima get mines. Because I hit it so hard I kinda taste it and bitch, that shit tasted like Mary J. Bliges leather boots and plastic. So I’m like “yo Amanda, what’s good with your bowl the weed taste weird?” And it ain’t like weed has a particularly good taste but I know it damn sure don’t taste like that. Emily proceeds to say “I don’t think anything’s wrong with the weed, might be the other stuff tho” As soon as she said that shady shit Peanut and I’s heads snapped to look at her like “Bitch….what other stuff??”

Jelly at this point is checked the fuck out, like this nigga is walking through space or some shit. That might just be him tho cause that nigga always acts weird when he high smh. That ain’t the point tho. This raggedy Ann ass hoe starts giggling and laughing like someone said something fuckin funny. I’m sitting there confused and high as shit still got the fucking pink wig on, Peanut got her ass riled up and with good reason because we both know we just asked ole girl a question. So Peanut says one more gain “Did you put some shit in the fucking weed?”. By now I think Amber realizes the joke is nay and she’s close to getting stomped out. Here comes the climax of the story y’all. This bitch gon roll her eyes like we being extra and say “lol it’s fine, we just smoked out of my crack pipe and I haven’t cleaned it yet” When I tell you the entire world went silent, I heard SZA wheezing into her microphone miles away. My ass, Peanut ass, and even Jelly incapacitated ass was all like

“…wut?”

Jelly just started laughing like he just heard the funniest thing ever in his whole life. Peanut was staring at Tina like she was preparing her alibi for the police when they find that lil girl’s body. And me, you ask? I was just thinkin bout my girl Whitney. Like sis, is this how it started for you? I was looking at Rachel all hurt. Et tu Becky? All a nigga wanted was some weed and now my ass sitting on a roof high off crack. Suddenly time returns to normal and the only thing my faded ass can muster is a “Pardon me???” Helen continues to chuckle like she Tiffany Haddish up in this bitch and tells us that she smokes crack and weed out of that bowl sometimes, and that we had placed the collective weed in her coke bag. Jelly stupid ass still in the corner laughing to keep from crying because I knew that baby voiced nigga was scared. I’m so astounded at this point that I can’t even drag this wild ass bitch. Peanut however, is not me. Lort I never seen anyone but my momma yolk somebody up so fast! She smooth slid across that asphalt like

Grabbed Ellie, and said “BITCH HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND?? ARE YOU SERIOUS??” and started shaking that bitch like she was tryna give her shaken baby syndrome. Jelly managed to get himself together enough to try and keep his girl from going to jail. What was I doing? Well I knew I had a choice, I could help Peanut throw Taylor off the roof, or I could help Jelly keep our good sis from catchin a charge. So I chose the smartest option. MY ASS STARTED TO HIT FOOT.

That shit wasn’t none of my business no more!! Bitch the link up is over! The deck is DONE. I could already hear my momma belt whoopin my crack head ass in my mind, no thank you ma’am! My black ass was done for the night. As I’m running back towards campus I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around to find Jelly running behind me, dragging Peanut along by the hand. Chloe however, is nowhere to be found. I ain’t stop running tho. Was it fear, was it anger, was it the adrenaline pushing me to run? Nah I was on crack so it was prolly that lol. We run until we’re two blocks away from campus and I’m finally too tired to run, which surprised me because I always assumed crackheads were just like the enegizer bunny. So we’re catching our breath and I’m tryna keep from falling over because I feel hella whoozy, but I manage to ask “What happened to Bobby?” Peanut proceeds to tell me she took one good fist, and dropped Katy like a bad habit. I was proud of sis too because she’s twig thin and I thought she was meek af. We start walking back to the dorms and all 3 of us are just silent. Ain’t nobody got shit to say bitch we on crack. Peanut and I lived 2 doors down from each other so they go in her room and I go in mine after we say our good nights. I go in my room and my roommate is there with his boyfriend. Immediately my roommate is like “lol you’re high af” and my overly trusting ass gon tell him “This girl laced the weed with crack”. This cracker ass bitch gon look at me and say “oh really…..are you ok?” like I just got into a small argument. Like nigga….I GOT LACED WITH CRACK DO I LOOK OK???

So I sit down and start watching videos on my laptop to try and distract myself from my anxiety because a nigga was SHOOKT to the core. My roommate and his boyfriend were just watching me like I was a good ass episode of something. I don’t blame ‘em tho, I looked wild af. I was twitching, teetering, and sweating like shit even though it was late September in upstate New York. Now this fake ass bitch gon take a snapchat video of my crackhead ass trippin and put it on his story for everyone to see. Needless to say after that day ain’t nobody fuck with Molly ever again. One good thing did come out of it tho, Peanut, Jelly, and I became real tight after that. And what became of Becky you ask? She made sure to steer clear of all 3 of us and my friends lol because they threatened to cut that hoe. Moral of the story children? Don’t trust white people.

How to Read Another Person’s Memories

I’m surprised that I haven’t seen this on tumblr yet! (Maybe it’s out there, who knows? I’m new.) But this is actually one of the easiest spells to do, and one of the first I learned as a budding witch. It can be used to help someone through traumatic events and shadow work, or just to get to know them better.

You Will Need:

1. Yourself

2. The person whose memories you intend to read

That’s it. If you want to drink a clairvoyance tea or carry a stone with you, you may, although I have done this plenty of times without preparation and it’s worked well for me.

Directions:

1. Sit across from the person whose memories you’re reading. Get comfy; you’ll be there for a while

2. Take both of their hands, and hold them throughout the ritual. I like to hold my palms up and have them place their hands on top, so it’s comfortable for them.

3. Close your eyes and enter a meditative state. You’ll want to eliminate all distractions, so if you’re in a loud room, ask people to quiet down or move to another room. Focus on the energy in the other person’s hands. Do you feel it? Embrace their energy.

4. Let the images flow through you. This technique is much like scrying, except you’re receiving their memories through their energy. Describe briefly what you see to them and ask them or confirm with “Yes” or “No.” Example: “I see a white couch in front of an empty fireplace.” If the person recognizes what you’re referring to, or if it rings a bell, they’ll respond “Yes.” The memory will come in fragments at first, yet slowly build to form the complete picture.

5. If they respond “No,” keep going anyway; they may subconsciously change the images they’re sending to you. If they continue to respond “No,” they may be blocking something or lying, and it’ll be hard to get a read on them then. You may want to work through why they’re blocking images with them; it could be possible that they’re very private, or you need more practice in feeling others’ energies.

6. Don’t try to control the images or where you stand in them. If you jump from memory to memory, let yourself jump. You are a receiver, not a controller of these energies.

7. If someone wants you to see a specific memory, have them project that memory toward you, or bring it up clearly in their own minds. Your energy will gravitate towards theirs.

And that’s it. Some things I’ve seen through this method: Peoples’ childhood homes (I can’t tell you how many times), dreams, traumas, visions they’ve received, stories they’ve invented in their heads.

Some Final Notes:

1. This should go without saying, but the person whose memories you’re reading should be a willing participant. They’re allowed to be skeptical, but if they hold their memories back or block you, you’ll receive some conflicting images.

2. Obviously, this technique may come easier to an empath or someone experienced in reading energies. Although I was taught by an empath, I am not an empath an had little to no experience when I first tried this technique, and it still worked for me.

3. Try it first on a friend or relative, since you’ve already created a spiritual bond with them. If you’re experience, you may use this technique on strangers or acquaintances as well.

4. Don’t try to read two peoples’ memories at once, even if they share the same memory. Consider the fallibility of memory: It changes based on peoples’ perspectives or emotions towards that event. I can’t image how overwhelming it would be to try to read two peoples’ memories.

5. Every person I know who’s tried this (including me) has had a tendency to mix up the colors red and blue. I don’t know why, but it’s lead to some funny conversations!

It’s that simple! You’re all so talented, witches, so if you ever want to help a friend in need, here’s a possible solution. Have a beautiful day and help yourself as well! Blessed be!

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Originally posted by tt-aeils

bear with me please this is my first bullet point fic and my first fanfic since like 7th grade?? mlp was a dark stage

-okay so you aren’t tumblr famous really but you do have a few hundred followers on tumblr and you put time and effort in your theme and stuff, like ur blog is classy but trashy,,

-you pretty much use Tumblr daily and you are a bts blogger and post gifs that you make for bts and a few headcanons

-so one day in math class you get like 30 notifications that someone liked and reblogged your gifs

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Hey guys, this is GRACE (dearmyjimin), your resident Jungkook and Jimin stan. My blog has just hit it’s first-year anniversary and I wanted to start a series of yearly follow forever posts that serve as both a personal compilation of some fav graphics of my own (so that I can track how much I’ve grown as a designer), as well as to thank everyone who has helped me in one way or another. Each and every creation was made possible because of all the support I received. I wish to thank those who follow and support me, my lovely mutuals and friends who encourage me and all the blogs I follow for decorating my dash with amazing content. I am proud to be an ARMY and to stan 7 Kings who are the sources of inspiration behind my creations ♡

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@yuriplisetsky is a size queen

Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

2,900 words

“What are you talking about?”

“Your Twitter? Your thread that spends about ten tweets waxing poetry about the size of my dick? Everyone’s talking about it, the fans are going crazy, I had Victor ringing me up half an hour ago to ask if it was true and if I really had deflowered Russia’s Fairy like that, and I just – what the hell were you thinking, Yuri?”

In which Yuri gets drunk and Tweets some things he probably shouldn’t have.

AO3 link


So @94mercy made this post that headcanoned that Yuri gets drunk one night and talks about the size of Otabek’s dick on social media, and I immediately knew I had to write it. Otherwise known as me just wanting to join in with all the hung!Otabek content that’s been coming out of this fandom in recent weeks. 

(Also tagging @daddybek because that’s where this all started back in February)


They’ve been dating for a few months when it happens.

Yuri goes round to Mila’s for a few drinks after practice one day, and they steadily make their way through a bottle of vodka, laughing and talking about their respective partners. The music is loud and Yuri feels all loose and giggly as he reaches for his phone, taking selfies and documenting their escapades on Snapchat. He’s never been this drunk before, so drunk he’s not even sure what order his memories from the last few hours go in, so drunk that he can barely stand, so drunk that the room is spinning.

He sits down and opens Twitter, starting to type. He doesn’t even think about what he’s Tweeting, just starts a thread and keeps on going until he gets it all off his chest. Mila is grabbing at his hands and pulling him up so they can dance together again, and Yuri’s phone lies on the couch, forgotten.

So he doesn’t see what he’s done until morning.

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I'd Love to See You Out of That Cosplay

Originally posted by crankyethans

Request: Hi. This is my first request so IDK for sure if I’m doing it correctly, but any chance you can make a part 2 to the ‘Falling’ in love one you made for Crankgameplays? It was really good.

Summary: This picks up where “‘Falling’ In Love” leaves off. Reader’s phone gets bombarded with notifications after Ethan tweets about her and they run into each other again ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

You can find part one here

A/N: Hey guys, sorry I didn’t post all day even though I said I would, I was social for once. Anyway here she is! As always anything in italics is usually the inner thoughts of a character. Hope you enjoy this one! I was super excited to write this and I’m pretty happy with the outcome!

Wordcount: 1094, bit longer than the first

Requests are open!

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amosaicofmagic  asked:

Hey, tumblr mom! Since everyone is asking you about food can I ask your opinion on frying pans? We need to replace ours and my husband is really into the idea of buying cast iron frying pan. It seems like to much work for me, tough. I've always used either stainless steel or teflon ones. What do you think? Is it worthy? And if you had to choose between teflon or stainless steel which would you buy?

Oh, and I was going to mention it in the other ask I sent but forgot. I have IBS and one thing that really helps me is chilean boldo infusion. Idk how easy it to find it where you live (the fresh leaves work best), but it’s something a lot of south-americans use to treat hepatic and gastrointestinal issues. (Fun fact: the nurse at my high school used to have a bottle of concentrated cold boldo infusion in the fridge to give to students who were hangover)

Thank you for that last little bit, it’s something I will bring up with my allergist/many doctors as a quick google tells me it could also help my gallstone/bile production issues. So thank you :)

And ooooh god not teflon, anything but teflon, firstly because I don’t like how they cook/retain heat, and secondly because of some of the health concerns that comes with what happens when teflon starts to break down and you start eating it/breathing it in. Y’all can call me a mad hippy over that if you want but when your immune system is as fragile as mine you’ll avoid anything at all that might harm it.

Both stainless steel and cast iron have their merits. 

Cast Iron

You are right in that the cast iron takes a little more work to upkeep—initially. After it’s been seasoned a few times and you don’t do things like soak it in water or scrub it with lemon juice, it’s going to become practically indestructible. There’s a reason you can still buy cast iron skillets in antique stores that just need a little bit of salt and oil to get them back in working order. If you maintain it right, your cast iron will likely outlive you by quite a few decades. I wipe mine clean after every use using waterand  a non acidic soap, dry it on a high heat, and then season lightly with some oil after each use. Once it starts to smoke, that’s you, you’re done seasoning. You only really have to do the salt and oil scrub if it loses the coating or if something gets burned onto it, or if you have rust spots, which happen form not being properly sealed. 

I will say, cast iron is hard to get used to working with at first, because of how differently you have to manage the way it conducts heat. Cast iron is great at retaining heat, which is what makes it great for searing meat and yes, even baking in, but you need to get it hot first, which can require about ten minutes of prep over a hot stove trying to ensure even heat coverage. (I throw mine in the oven for 20 mins)

That might seem like a lot of work, but given how well it retains the heat after that, it actually cooks things better. With stainless steel the output of heat is enough to sear the outside of something, but to cook say, a chicken in it (yes you can cook a whole chicken in a skillet) you’d need to keep it on the heat for longer for the heat to reach the middle, resulting in chewy over tough food. With cast iron, the heat output from it is so much better that it’s already starting to cook the rest of the bird while you’re searing it, resulting in less cook time, and hopefully a more juicy meat—as well as making the outside very nice and crispy. Cast iron is great for making things crispy.

That and you know, you can fight the Fae folk with it if the need arises.

Stainless Steel

There’s a common misconception that you can just throw things into a stainless steel pan and it’ll be fine. But the truth is if you want to maintain your stainless steel in good working condition, you will want to make sure it’s evenly oiled before any food touches it (Ask ETD about the time he made popcorn and ruined my pot because there wasn’t enough oil around the SIDES of the pot so the heat just obliterated everything and I had to buffer the pot to get it back to working condition, he felt so bad lol) and make sure that it is adequately preheated. Otherwise your food is just going to burn and stick to the base and it’s going to be a mother fucker to get it off. I’ve seen far too many people burn away the caramelization going on in their stainless steel pans because they don’t know how to heat/preheat with it. (note if your caramelization does get stuck, loosen it up with some water or better yet some stock, get that flavor back in your food yo!) Other than that, yea, once you get used to how stainless steel works and retains heat, it is lower energy when it comes to maintenance vs cast iron. Just don’t use cold salt water in them, or you risk pitting the pans. (As I have previously talked about)

Because you have mentioned you have IBS, I will stress the importance of trying to buy as high quality stainless steel as you can, as not all stainless steel is made equal. 

Surgical stainless steel is the safest as it is non porous, while a lot of the cheap stainless steel you can pick up (I’m thinking of places like Walmart and Target) can break down and leech into food during the cooking process. Stainless steel is an alloy made from a mix of metals including iron, chromium (is what keeps it from corroding) and nickel to name but a few components, and given nickel is a high allergy metal you don’t want that going into the foods of people who may be sensitive/allergic. (I had a friend find this out the hard way that that is what was going on with her)

The way I was taught to test the quality of the pan is by holding a magnet up to it. If it sticks? It’s typically going to be higher in nickel than you want it to be and could cause a possible health risk for people with nickel allergies. Nickel is also a carcinogenic and considered worse than aluminium which everyone and their dog is now trying to get away from because of the metal being linked to cancers and altzheimers, so, just something to keep in mind seen as how you already have a compromised gut <3 

(Also to those of you reading this now who are about to go check your pans: if it sticks? It’s not a cause for panic. Although if you have a known nickel allergy and you keep getting sick and you have no idea why…you may want to consider replacing your pans.)

There is also a third option available to you, which is ceramic pans. Which honestly have become my favorite frying pans to cook with. Due to their low metal content they will not work on induction stove tops, but if you’re using electric or gas you’re good to go.

Ceramic

They still don’t have the slippy non stick you get from teflon pans where flipping a pancake is akin to wielding a projectile weapon, but given how ceramic heats up and retains heat, they are pretty non stick and it makes them ideal for cooking with a lot of things. You also generally shouldn’t use metal utensils on them, because you can damage the glaze, but plastic, wood and silicone are fine.

They’re sort of like the easier to maintain version of cast iron in that regard and use less oil to cook with. (I personally would never fry eggs on stainless steel, meat and veg sure, but eggs need a surface that is more forgiving and ceramic was a god damn revolution to me. I speak from over a decade’s worth of experience of making breakfasts in restaurants and cafes) They are also great for throwing in the oven, and using as shallow casserole dishes, provided you make sure they are listed as oven safe. (Mine is good up to 350′f)

Due to the materials  they are made with, they are also pretty damn sturdy and hard to break, and you also can’t damage them by soaking them in water, which is also nice. You should not however cook on anything higher than a medium-high heat on them, whacking your heat up as far as you can with a ceramic pan is going to cause issues (it will cause issues with a lot of pans tbh, but you can generally get away with it for boiling water, just not in a ceramic pot), like breaking down the glaze quicker and ruining the non stick. You also should not take it from a hot stove and throw it in the sink right after cleaning. You really shouldn’t do that with any cooking utensil, but especially do not do it with ceramic as you might crack or even explode it. And no one wants that. 

Again, like stainless steel, not all ceramic pans are made equal and some will be made from cheap material/coated with an extra non stick layer to compensate for this, and they will break down faster/ruin your food, so keep that in mind if you do decide you want to look into them. Between the three, ceramic is in my experience the best, most easily maintained non stick without the health risks of teflon. It’ll also cost less in the long run, because you wont have to replace the pan as often as you would a teflon one.

I currently have the Green Pan Lima frying pans, which tbh I found a lot cheaper in an outlet mall than Amazon currently has it listed for, and I think Target might be selling them right now too for cheaper. It’s an excellent pan and I can get really crispy results with it due to how well it holds heat. I’ve also used it to bake with.

I have also used the Cuisinart ceramic range, which you can use metal on, but I sort of found the heat retention to be not as good as Green Pan Lima.

And then there’s also the Green Life range which tends to be cheaper and rather cute, even if it doesn’t feel quite as sturdy in my hands. (They currently have both the large and small pan on sale on Amazon for $30, which is pretty good)  I’ve got my eye on their ceramic bake ware sets though. I’m intrigued to see how they’d work out compared to my metal tins.

Anyway, I hope some of that was helpful for you, in weighing your options. Ultimately it’s about personal preference. I love all my pans, cast iron, stainless steel and ceramic, but it really depends on how much maintenance you are willing to put in, and how much you are willing to spend.

As for the rest of you, you now know more about cookware than you likely want to, but who knows, it might be useful for you one day :)

Not the One

Summary: The reader has a massive crush on the Winter Soldier but he has eyes for a red headed 

Warnings: Cussing. Angst. Fluff? I honestly don’t know. 

Author’s Note: I have been feeling really down lately so I wanted to do something to get it out. 

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

Y/N was a very unique addition to the team of superheros. She was an excellent  sniper, she had the power of fire, mind control, and a few other powers. Y/N mostly kept to herself and was mainly found in the library but during any events with the team, she was there. 

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banner note:  lowqual snapchat edit for a photoshop-less author

Hi loves, I guess it’s about time I make one of these to appreciate all the people that I have somehow convinced to press that follow button how even.! as well as the people that makes me wanna log on everyday I honestly forgot the exact day of my blog anniversary so I guess today will do for this post wink wonk c: It’s been about a year since I actively wrote for bts and got back into the army tumblr community and I’m happy the allure and fascination in writing did not leave me back then. First off, I really want to say thank you to all of you, sincerely, I never thought I would meet so many wonderful people on this website and the amount of talent in this fandom is astounding! Thank you for being so patient with me, for understanding that I’m a fickle writer at heart (them random ass updates) and thank you for letting me share my stories with you. The following people have been meaningful to me in someway, whether that is through the little things like the occasional message or some that I can truly count on to be there when I need them. 

Note, that more one of the below categories may apply to you but I like organizing it this way :’) also if I didn’t write a message for you it’s not because I love you any less but more like I’m trying real hard for this to not exceed a certain length and crash everyone’s app (HA). Please forgive me if I forgot anyone .. I really tried my best TTTT but believe me when I say if I have punched that follow button then I have loved you for a long long time. So without farther ado.. 

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Underneath the Roaring Sky

It was the storm that woke Shaw up. The apartment was dark now and the other side of the bed empty, but she could hear the downpour and the intermittent thunder quite clearly. Too clearly. She rolled out of bed, already suspecting what she’d find in her living room.

Not only was the big window open, but the screen had been removed, placed carelessly on the floor. The rain, falling in sheets that looked like white curtains swaying through the air, was splashing in, water beading on the wood floor below. And, in the center of it all, Root sat on the window sill, her legs dangling out into the storm.

She must have heard Shaw, even over the roar of the rain and the sudden crack of thunder, because she half-turned, and tipped her head back, a manic grin on her lips. The hair framing her face was dark, soaked, and her eyes danced with the raw energy of the storm that Shaw had felt in the air all day, heavy and electric.

“We’ve got a number.” She sounded excited, eager.

The Machine would give them a number in the middle of a hurricane. It was too much to hope that the exceedingly inclement weather might make people behave for once.

Root pulled her legs up, turning to crawl back inside.

“Wait.” Shaw held up a hand to stop her and Root paused, an eyebrow raised in question. Rain dripped from her hair forming a puddle below. Later there was going to be a talk about water and hardwood floors. “I’ll get some towels.”


Root flapped her arms, making the khaki poncho billow around her. It was a little too small for her–one of Shaw’s–but she didn’t own a raincoat of her own and an umbrella would have been useless in the winds that were tearing through the streets of New York tonight.

“You trying to take off?” Shaw stood near the front door of the apartment lobby, waiting for her. “Don’t think this is flying weather.”

“She says some of the subways are flooding. The stairs are basically waterfalls.” She wanted to go see for herself but She was urging her to hurry.

Maybe they’d have time later.

“Guess we’re stealing a car then.”

Outside the front door, dark water sloshed over the curb, pouring onto the sidewalks.

“We’re going to walk. She says it’s not far.”

A pained expression flickered across Shaw’s face. “Seriously? Your all-seeing god can’t even get us a taxi?”

“Don’t be such a baby.”

She could feel Shaw’s sullen little glare focused on her as she stepped through the door and out into the gale.


Times Square was deserted, the flashing signs and bright billboards reflecting off the slick pavement.

“Are you done yet?” It wasn’t that Shaw didn’t appreciate the surreal emptiness of what was usually one of the busiest areas in the city, but she knew that once the novelty of running around in a hurricane wore off Root would be a sodden, miserable mess until Shaw could get her back home and into dry clothes.

But right now she was splashing through puddles in ridiculous yellow rain-boots that Shaw had been unaware she owned until tonight. Truly undignified behavior, in Shaw’s opinion, which she’d been graciously allowing for the last ten, soggy minutes.

Root called something back but her voice was lost in the wind. She grinned, huge and wild, and started off down the street, beckoning Shaw to follow. She was almost like an unnaturally tall child, playing in puddles and showing off, a startling contrast to the sadistic glee she’d earlier turned on the man threatening their number.

With the city in a state of emergency and everyone stuck indoors, domestic violence incidents had flared up and they’d ended up handling three different numbers in a little over an hour. Root had gotten a little too enthusiastic with the last one (though in Shaw’s opinion he’d had it coming) and had sulked when Shaw had made her put down the pruning shears she’d materialized from god knows where.

But once they’d slipped away to let the police handle things, Root had perked up again and dragged her all the way to Times Square because ‘Sameeeeeen, how often will we get a chance like this again?’.

Never, if Shaw had her way. She wiped the rain out of her eyes (a useless effort at best) and followed after her.

“Let’s go see.” Root pointed at the stairs leading down into the subway.

“Why?” Subway stations were dark and gross. Going home and getting back into a warm, dry bed sounded much better.

“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Lightning chose that moment to flash across the sky, illuminating Root’s feral grin.

Even the damn weather was enabling her dramatics tonight.

She was momentarily tempted to just leave Root to her subway exploration and head back on her own, but, if she was being honest with herself, she’d rather follow Root into whatever madness this was than return to an empty apartment. She couldn’t trace the full path they’d taken where Root had gone from an annoyance to a necessity, but it was fairly undeniable now as she shook her head, sighed, and headed down the stairs after her.

Fortunately, the subway proved to be disappointingly un-submerged and Root quickly lost interest, guiding them back out into the driving downpour.


“I love storms.” Root pressed her face up against the glass.

Shaw had made her put the screen back in the window and shut it so she had to content herself with watching this way.

“Really? Never would have guessed.”

Shaw handed her a sweatshirt to pull on over the thin shirt she’d changed into. These days she had more of a permanent wardrobe than she’d ever had before (her clothes creeping into Shaw’s closet and drawers), but there still wasn’t much.

“I think if I could be anything in the world, I’d want to be a storm.” 

She regretted the words the second they left her mouth, glancing nervously at Shaw, but the eye roll she’d thought inevitable never came.

“I can see that.” If Shaw thought her statement silly it didn’t show at all on her face.

She had to look away, back out the window. She still wasn’t used to being taken seriously.

“More like lightning, though.” Shaw sounded thoughtful.

“Would that make you thunder? Always following me around?” She smiled to let Shaw know she was joking now.

Shaw snorted. “Or a lightning rod with the way you always change course to hit on me.”

“You do keep me grounded, I suppose.”

That got the eye roll she’d expected, though she knew it wasn’t meant as a denial.

“You staying up?”

Root hesitated.

“We can open the bedroom window.” Shaw nodded at the damp towels she was holding. “Put something down under it.”

Root felt her face split into what Shaw referred to as one of her unnecessarily sappy smiles.

“Just a tiny crack though,” Shaw clarified. “Not ruining my floor for some silly storm.”

Shaw wouldn’t want her to say thank you, so she didn’t.


They woke up together to a quiet morning that still smelled of rain.

anonymous asked:

What's your thoughts on what Glip responded on twitter?

It’s intentionally manipulative, to be blunt. But I’m glad you sent me this ask because I wanted to go through this. Warning: I talk a lot.

First things first, PK lied out of the gate by saying our only reasoning was the old Pengo call out, when, honestly....no one is talking about Pengo. The Pengo situation was shitty, but it was receipt-less, we don’t know what the fuck actually happened. We’re talking about the time PK harassed Matt Burnett off tumblr over Pearl liking Pie. We’re talking about the time Eevee said he was uncomfortable with child porn being illegal. We’re talking about PK’s admitted fetish for teaching sex to children in conjunction with how they want their legacy to be kids reading their porn, And how in order to get the full story for Floraverse you have to read the porn, meaning children who want the plot to floraverse will have to read the fucking porn. We’re talking about the time PK said they hated the furry community because there where too many gays. We’re talking about the time PK ripped off artists by underpaying them to contribute to a Floraverse product. We’re talking about the time PK called people with autism “emotionless robots”.

PK starts off by saying the reason people are calling them out is because of Pengo, but it’s not, PK knows this. We’re calling PK out because of the multiple recorded incidents of them being awful, and…..yet PK says we’re doing it because of Pengo? Don’t you think that’s just, idk, really suspicious? Like they’re trying to mislead people who haven’t seen the posts floating around that it’s no big deal, it was just one incident that was recanted..?

Moving onto the next paragraph..

PK is right kind of here, but their words aren’t reflective of this particular situation. Call outs can and are horrible when it’s misinformation being spread, but, how is what we’re spreading misinformation? All we really have are screen caps and archives. While screen caps can be edited, nothing has been shown them to be edited. And Archives cannot be faked period. It’s a false comparison simply because we’re not spreading misinformation, we’re not being nitpicky because of something stupid we’re spreading screen caps and archives showing people things that PK has actually fucking said. PK called people with autism emotionless robots. Eevee said they where uncomfortable with child porn being illegal. PK and Eevee both harassed Matt Brunette. PK has admitted to wanting 13 year olds reading forbidenflora and has also admitted to a fetish about teaching kids sex. These things have come right out of the horses mouth. And posting proof that these things where said is not misinformation.

Next Paragraph:

Now, I can’t speak for everyone against Glip, but.

I hate the fact that I hate them now. 

I looked up to Glip for so long, they where my art idol growing up. A person to become. I purchased their art books and supported them financially. I participated in PMD-E, I was even in the IRC for a bit and contributed to the wiki with art. But now? I just feel dirty. I was one of the few children who didn’t look at porn, but I saw a ton of PK’s porn- mostly because it was hard to avoid as a fan of theirs, and now that I know they get off to that shit I feel violated. I hate the fact someone I idolized turned out to be this way.

I don’t do this because I hate pk, I do this because I believe people have a right to know where their money is going too.

That being said.

PK has not once apologized for ANYTHING they have said or done.

Pk is still doing the shit they where doing years ago.

They have not stopped being so horrible to people in general, nor stopped with their casual pedophilia, nor recanted their homophobic and ableist comments and they don’t ever try to improve their lgbt+ representation. PK is openly sexist even now. PK doesn’t even attempt to apologize, not even here!

So, quite frankly. Pk can take their “my call outs are irrelevant because I’m trying to improve” and shove it up their god damn ass.

If PK actually improves, apologizes and the like- well. I can’t speak for everyone who takes issue with them but I know I personally would back down. I was never as bad as PK but I know people can go from awful to somewhat ok from personal experience.  But as far as I’m concerned PK is an active threat to children, artists and lgbt people in general. They’re a horribly toxic person and should be labeled as such.

I’m going to skip forward because Glip then continues to talk about call outs in general, but ignores how their call outs are all archives and not he said she said and things that glip is still actively doing. I don’t want to be accused of cutting what they said out of context so here’s the entire tweet btw.

It wasn’t a false fucking accusation and PK is straight up lying here.

People reported the kickstarter because Glip admitted to putting money into the KS themselves, a direct violation of Kickstarters terms and services.

Oh, and here is PK being a bitch to someone who was genuinely trying to warn PK about this because they where a backer and didn’t want to see the KS get taken down. Just a fun little note.

To recap,

PK’s little twitter rant is intentionally manipulative. It reduces our entire issue with PK down to one incident, and then falsely equates PK situation with a situation in which lies are being spread out of hostility, instead of screen caps and archives being spread. This rant was likely only done to save face because there’s a correlation between how many people know the true nature of PK and how much money people give PK. It’s shitty, and it’s really meaningless in regards to changing my opinion on them for the better.

Ways to Cheer Yourself Up (When wanting to be alone) - 50 top things to do
  • 1. Go ON Tumblr, believe it or not, we don't care where you're from, what you do, how you're being you, as long as you are being you, you're pretty much welcomed on here. That's why i love it. Unless of course you are homophobic or judgemental or ignorant - then the people will speak for themselves, we look out for each other here.
  • 2. Read Books; escapism is a wonderful thing
  • 3. Listen to music; and no - not the sad, 'ALL BY MYSELF' type music, but the kickass songs like 'I will Survive' or 'Loser Like Me' just celebrate yourself for being awesome, because we know you are; even if others don't; especially then actually.
  • 4. Become your own superhero. Every single one of you have a talent or a dream. Follow up on that talent/dream. YOU ARE WORTH IT, and you can be whoever you want to be.
  • 5. DISNEY MOVIES. Unless you absolutely hate bursting out into song - better cut of highschool musical and glee while were at this, then Disney is the best pick me up ever.
  • 6. Watch your favourite TV shows. Remind yourself why life can be awesome. Watching your fav characters usually means you can relate to them.
  • 7. Go on walks - it's very pretty outside, and sometimes our heads can be overloaded with information or stress, I advise calming music and a nice walk outside in comfortable clothes.
  • 8. Have a diary. A friend of mine recently bought me one, and it's a godsend because all the anger, or emotions I feel, I try to put in the diary rather than putting it out on others. It also calms you down. I feel better when I write.
  • 9. Speaking of writing...if you enjoy it- WRITE. Writing is a wonderful way to escape. You can put all your emotions into your characters and they just come to life. I tend to do that when I'm stressed.
  • 10. If writing is not your thing then bake. I've actually ironically read in a fan fiction where a character would bake when stressed and try out new recipes, this character tried making butterbeer; maybe be adventurous; have a food blog or something to keep you occupied.
  • 11. Be With Your Pets - Pets are loyal creatures, and they love you, even when you're being a pain in the ass, and I hear they're very good listeners.
  • 12. Now I don't know about you, but I LOVE Musicals. If you are a musical fanatic like me and you're feeling a little down, my dears; listen to those awesome voices, because sometimes we just - need - a break (Also, if you haven't watched RENT, watch it - NODAYBUT TODAY...or Starkid...Starkid make the most funniest musical parodies, even if you don't like musicals I suggest it, and if you're not enjoying their YouTube Channel, then I'll eat my own hat).
  • 13. ASK ME ANYTHING. If you really want to talk to somebody but you don't want to talk to people you know and you just want to get things out, my ASK box is always open.
  • 14. Find a hobby. If you don't really want to talk to anybody, that's okay, sometimes we need to just have some 'me time'. In my me times, I usually deactivate from Facebook, and just focus on things that make me happy. Like; Puzzles, Sudoku, Games, writing, cooking, singing, whatever it is...travelling even. Enjoy yourself.
  • 15. Travel. Maybe being stuck in the same place is the problem, maybe you're head wants to be in a place where it can ACTUALLY THINK.
  • 16. Go Hiking. I suppose Hiking is similar to walking but if you're an outdoor person, this is a great way to clear your head and to feel fresh.
  • 17. Hit The Gym. Or even do your own exercises. I like to walk - do crunches, and I love Zumba. I love dancing. If you love being active, this is also another way to clear your mind from negative things.
  • 18. GO SEE A MOVIE!!! When was the last time you had fun? Even if it's just by yourself. You're allowed to treat yourself. Go, enjoy, be surrounded by people, even if they're strangers.
  • 19. If you like coffee, treat yourself for one at a local cafe. Who knows, you might meet your coffee soulmate in a cafe one day.
  • 20. STOP thinking Negative. Have a Pros/Cons List. Try not to outweight the Pros list with the Cons. Please?
  • You are good enough.
  • 21. Write down a bucket List, and start ticking them off. Having goals and dreams is healthy. If you have dreams, then you have a direction of where you're going.
  • 22. Get help. It's okay, if you're head is in a really bad place to reach out to people. It really is okay.
  • 23. Help others. If you're not sure what to do with yourself at all, be useful to other people less fortunate than you. Volunteer! Work with Charity, Feed the homeless, help the guide dogs association.
  • 24. Smile more. It looks good on you, believe me. Spend time with your guilty pleasures, my guilty pleasure is binge watching glee
  • 25. Please DO NOT go to a pub to drink to ease your mind, if you are going to do that, do it with a friend, or somebody close.
  • 26. Eat Chocolate. Okay yes while society says NO DON'T EAT THE FATTY FOOD. Hey; screw them. If you feel better eating a bit of junk go for it. There's nothing wrong with eating a whole pizza or tub of ben and jerry ice cream when feeling upset - just try not to make TOO much of a habit : p
  • 27. REBLOG YOUR FOLLOWERS POSTS, you might be surprised that you aren't the only one feeling the way you're feeling, you might be surprised by how much you're forgetting that hey - it's gonna be alright.
  • 28. Do something nice for your neighbour. Ah who knows, have you ever actually talked to them? Maybe they might be lonely too.
  • 29. Have a GAMES Night. A very good friend of mine loves Games. If You LOVE Games, then hell have a marathon of them. Play the sims, be in control.
  • 30. Speaking of marathons...dun dun dun - MOVIE MARATHON, I Don't Know About You Guys, But Having A Harry Potter Movie Marathon always cheers me Up. WITH FOOD Of course, and good company, but this is about cheering yourself up, so if you don't want company, that's okay.
  • 31. Draw. I love drawing too. I suppose I'm more of the creative person. There are a lot of different types of people out there, maybe you like solving things - do those fancy cube things Idk what they're called. If you are like my brother and you love Maths, then maybe you can tutor someone. On one hand you're helping someone, and doing something you like doing, just like I'm drawing because I like drawing.
  • 32.Be with kids. believe it or not, kids are the most innocent little munchkins, and they honestly don't care what you look like, if you play hide and seek with them they'll be thrilled, so long as you're nice to them, they're generally nice to you... but be warned, they tell it how it is too. I talk a bit different. The most popular thing they've said to me was "Is that why you talk funny, because of the things in your teeth?" (They've also never really seen braces before) I even had one kid determined to get me to sing 'Everything is awesome' I'll never forget that because this kid clearly didn't care how I sounded, and just wanted me to sing with her. I felt great.
  • 33. If you're into Fairy Tales, Please Please Read Chris Colfer's The Land Of Stories series 1-4. It's an amazing series, and you almost forget what world you're in once you start reading. Plus, there's more coming (I'm a little excited)
  • 34. Watch Pixar Movies. You can't go wrong.
  • 35. GO TO HOGWARTS. Harry Potter Fan? Visit - Platform 9 3/4s in London, or go to the Harry Potter World, or if you can't actually visit these sites, go on Pottermore.
  • 36. Read Fan Fiction, you might not be a harry potter fan, but whatever fandom you are in, believe me sometimes Fan Fictfion Cheer me up. I adore Glee *Don't Judge Me* and Dalton is the best thing ever. Or Little Numbers...or Both. They cheer me up big time.
  • 37. Role play. If you like superheroes or characters, go be with the crowd. I believe they have events like Comic Con, and on Facebook they even have Events for such things, go be with strangers! So long as it's safe of course.
  • 38. Write a letter to the person who inspires you most and send it. You might be surprised by an answer.
  • 39. Pick up your instrument. Don't ignore your musical talent if you do have a musical talent. Remember, you're worth it. I don't care what you've done. Pick, It Up.
  • 40. Maybe go visit your family? I know this is about 'quality me time' but if you haven't seen your family in such a long time or are at a distance. Maybe being surrounded by something familiar is what you need.
  • 41. Change Careers. If you're not enjoying what you're doing or studying, change it. I remember in highschool a teacher said you might change your job 10 - 12 times before getting it right. It'okay, you just haven't found where you're meant to be yet.
  • 42. Enter a competition - Who knows what will come from it, take risks.
  • 43. If you're a risk-taker, challenge yourself. IDK how you're going to do that, but google has some pretty good answers. Even ask your tumblr followers, they follow you for a reason after all.
  • 44. Go on a boat. Go Fishing! I don't know, it's not my thing, but if you like fishing, then hell - go out there and fish.
  • 45. Find time for yourself, are you working too much? Maybe you are working too much. You know life doesn't stop for nobody, and if you keep pushing yourself so hard, time will go so fast and you won't realise how much of that time you could have spent on your own self.
  • The world is not going to end if you treat yourself.
  • 46. You ARE Good Enough. Listen to my words. Sometimes encouragement is all we need, when people feel hopeless, or like everything's gone wrong. It's gonna be okay. I promise, just hang in there.
  • 47. Write Down Quotes that Inspire You. I have a wall of these, and of people that inspire me too, and it reminds me of the good things in life when I'm in a crappy mood.
  • 48. Find something to do. If you're not doing anything, go take up a course, research things that interest you, you might be surprised by what comes from it. Join a community that enjoys doing things you do.
  • 49. Go To The Beach - If you live in Australia like me, visiting the beach is actually really calming and me and my best friend always would go on a random drive, and drive up to a beach or a look out, and it was always calming. Enchanting too sometimes. Maybe we forget about the place we live in, and what's exciting about the place. If you're in New York, visit Broadway or The Statue Of Liberty, or if you're in London, go to the London Bridge, or the Eye, visit the Eiffel Tower if you're in Paris...just go Anywhere.
  • 50. Take a random journey. Go on a train to somewhere new, go on a road trip. You never know what's around the corner.

Okay, idk why Tumblr hasn’t exploded over this yet, but here we go.

Recently, Netflix has started a new show called Big Mouth. It is an adult cartoon, and has been advertised by Netflix as being “edgy on purpose.” Of course, the art style is ugly as all get out, which I’m learning is a custom for adult cartoons nowadays. But this is besides the point.

You could go watch the trailer for it on YouTube, but I strongly recommend that you don’t. It already has 12 million dislikes, and I won’t be a bit surprised if YouTube takes it down soon.

Big Mouth is a show that is based around kids in middle school (around 11 or 12 years of age) experiencing puberty. Nothing out of the ordinary there. There are a lot of prepubescent jokes, which is usually the norm for these types of shows and has been done before by Family Guy, South Park, etc. The characters, both male and female, go through everything from first-time mastrubation to first periods. There are two characters known as the Hormone Monster and Hormone Monstress, and their role in the show is to basically act as personified hormones.

Here’s where it crosses the line.

In the trailer, you first see one of the boys jerking off in bed under the blankets. That’s not necessarily a big thing in some people’s eyes, but it still is showing a child touching themselves in a sexual way. Been done before and in much worse ways by Family Guy and South Park. There follows plenty of references to ejaculation, becoming horny, blah blah blah.

As the trailer progresses, we are also introduced to one of the leading female characters. She has her first period in white shorts, and we are shown the bloody area on the crotch of the shorts as she looks down at it. Not too bad, right? It gets worse. Later on, the girl decides to have a “conversation” with her vagina. She takes a mirror and sticks it between her legs.

And yup, you guessed it. Full view of the vagina. The animators gave the genitalia eyes and a mouth for the purpose of this conversation, as if that would make this less shocking. But no, it does nothing to tone down the fact that we are seeing literal child porn right on the screen.

So the real question is: why in hell did Netflix green-light this? It’s encouraging pedophilia so blatantly that I’m still sort of reeling over it. I wish that I could say that the show won’t have a big following, but I think it’s up in the air right now.

You have people who, like me, think that this show is downright WRONG in the way it’s trying to portray puberty. We shouldn’t even have a show for adults like this, in my opinion. Adults know what puberty is; they’ve already experienced it and most likely sex. No reason for us to have this show, because all it’s doing is encouraging pedophilic behavior.

Then there’s the other side of the spectrum, arguing that Big Mouth is a funny show and they see no problem with it’s in-your-face humor. Yeah, the vagina part is shocking and not something we were expecting to see, but these people think that this is the “beauty” of the show.

Sorry, but no. There is nothing beautiful about child porn. I don’t care which way you slice it. I’ve already seen several YouTube videos talking about why Big Mouth is just so fucking wrong and disgusting, and hardly any agreeing with what it represents. Not only is this completely immoral, it’s just fucking awkward. I do NOT want to see some ugly-ass show that focuses on child porn as a means of comedy.

I don’t know about you guys, but I do not plan to watch a single fucking episode of Big Mouth.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Uh, I know you got a lot of awful anons, and I really don't want to be one of those people, but I have a question that's been really worrying me. So ever since I started paying attention to Tumblr SJ, I think I've actually gotten less tolerant. Whenever I see people with a different background, I keep thinking about all their privileges and oppressions and how we can never relate to each other because we obviously see the world differently. [cont]

I just get so worried that I’m hurting people who are black and gay and Muslim and stuff when I’m around them. So I just kind of… Avoid them? I know. It’s really terrible. But I just don’t know what to do. I could be hurting them in ways that wouldn’t even occur to me due to my privilege. So I’m just scared all the time that I’m awful. I know that I have no reason to be scared, because my pain is nothing compared to the pain of people who are actually marginalized, but it still happens. [cont]

Of course I never tried to talk about it with someone before because I don’t want to be the type of person who goes up to black people who are actually hurting and asks them to reassure her that she’s a good ally. That would be really crappy of me to do. But then I’ve been reading you’re blog and you are super duper marginalized but you seem to not be very into SJ? You have a really different perspective and you seem to invite people to not be perfectly PC with you. [cont]

So I was wondering: Do you think there’s a way to become more comfortable around marginalized people without being oppressive? I think it must be possible. I feel less scared talking to you than I would expect for someone as marginalized as you are but it might be that I think you’re less likely to call me out if I’m oppressive? It would be really bad if that’s the reason why. IDK any more. I’m rambling. I’m sorry and I understand if you don’t answer or don’t understand or can’t help. [fin]

Firstly, you probably need a hug.

Your description of being really scared that you’re going to accidentally hurt marginalised people sounds like it might be scrupulosity-related. Scrupulosity is an anxiety problem where you’re constantly worried that you’ve done something wrong. Even if you have no particular reason to believe you have, you worry and worry and worry that maybe you missed something, maybe there’s more to it, maybe there are rules you don’t know yet, maybe the rules are insufficiently precise, etc.

Scrupulosity isn’t good for you. Being anxious all the time isn’t good for you. It also isn’t good for social justice. You said it yourself: It makes it harder for you to be an ally. For all these reasons, I would like to give you unconditional permission to not worry. Stress and guilt and pain don’t make you a better person. If you haven’t been trying to deal the scrupulosity directly because you thought you needed it to be moral, I hope you now understand that that’s not the case. I hope this will give you the support you need to make your happiness a priority here. If so, here are some good tips.


wrt becoming more comfortable around marginalised people, I’m not entirely sure what you can do. The best possible thing here would be for you to spend a lot of time around marginalised people who don’t mind if you slip up in good faith. I don’t actually believe you’re at much risk of a hurtful slip up, but you clearly feel like you are. As such, you would probably feel safest around people who you can be confident won’t be worried by it.

Over time, after you’ve been around them long enough, you’ll probably start feeling like they’re just like everyone else. You won’t see oppression lists floating over people’s heads when you try interacting with them. Instead of “Ahmed, the gay Muslim immigrant” you’ll see “Ahmed, the guy who likes slow jazz and makes excellent brownies”. Over time, I would expect this to generalise, until marginalised people just seem like people. I would be happy to be one such safe person to practice with, to whatever extent this can be achieved via the internet.

However, I understand if you’re hesitant to ask people outright if they can be wont-be-offended practice partners. Sorry. I’m not sure what other methods there are for dealing with this, other than gentle, gradual exposure. At the very least, I can offer some reassurance:

You aren’t a bad person for not being able to follow every rule of social justice. You aren’t a bad person if you accidentally offend someone. You aren’t a bad person if you’re scared to be around marginalised people. You are way less likely to slip up and hurt someone than you think you are. Anxiety disorders lie to you. You are a decent person who is being fed a bunch of rotten propaganda by your brain. What’s important is that it isn’t true.

But maybe those reassurances didn’t make you any more comfortable around marginalised people. Maybe the soft landing approach didn’t work for you, or you can’t actually try it. That’s OK. If interacting with marginalised people is making you stressed out and unhappy, then don’t do it. You have every right to avoid people who make you miserable, to the extent that you are capable of doing so.

No, it doesn’t mean marginalised people are bad or are doing anything wrong. No, it doesn’t mean you’re bad or you’re doing anything wrong. Sometimes people just can’t be around each other, and it’s no one’s fault, and that’s OK. You may feel like it’s *ist or *phobic of you to do this, but that doesn’t matter. You need your space. You need your comfort zone. No one - not a single person in the world - has a right to make you miserable. You always have a right to distance yourself from anything or anyone that’s hurting you. The sacredness of your boundaries, and everyone else’s, is the hill that I die on.

So, as the Empress of Oppression, I hereby absolve you of any and all responsibility to interact with me or anyone else who might make you uncomfortable. Go forth with joy and peace of mind.

Internet Friend!Soulmate!AU w/ Taehyung

  • this is based on a real story w/ my wifeu divorce-eu @jungkxmh who is the nicest soft child
  • stan her
  • okay i should stop pretending like i like her bc i hate her (im kidding i respect her 770 bowls of rice) but also we should get started and i should stfu
  • heres some background on the soulmate aspect that i actually forgot to put in:
  • soulmates share a telepathic connection in this and as you grow closer with the other person, your connection slowly starts growing into something more physical
  •  but you dont share all your thoughts until your first kiss is shared
  • when you kiss them, its sort of like a text message but in ya head
  • if you dont pay attention your thoughts can just drift into the other person’s head lmao
  • but about the physical part of the connection, before the kiss it can be anything
  • like a shared injury, scar, birthmark, sickness, ect
  • after, it actually gets less intense? ofc if you two share something like an iconic scar from when one of you fell off your bike or smth then itll stay there
  • but after the big moment the physical aspect isnt that big bu the telepathic bit is stronger if that makes sense
  • anyways too much exposition 
  • and tae and you,,,,
  • neither of you have found your soulmate (obviously) 
  • okay lets get this show on the road 
  • in this, taehyung is this well known tumblr blog who is known for his kpop edits and covers and song writing and basically you name it he can do it
  • his platform expands to youtube, instagram, twitter, etc (i just realized its etc and not ect kill me)
  • hes also known for his stunning visuals
  • he revealed his face at one point and everyone fainted
  • theres practically a fandom for taehyung 
  • albeit his ‘fanbase’ isnt huge like youtuber huge but hes got a good 300k subscribers goin on his yt
  • now onto you, my dear reader
  • youre a long timer in the kpop world
  • mostly of boy groups but you got some of that girl group lovin too
  • youre a fansite master dude
  • but since youre very well versed in the kpop world, your pictures are of whoever your viewers (?) want you to take pictures of
  • your pictures are gorgeous enough to be part of a photoshoot with the idol getting into a specific pose but no
  • you just have a good eye
  • ofc you know about kim taehyung
  • who doesnt? the boy is good enough to be an idol himself whats he doing here with the rest of you
  • youve exchanged a few words with him, all while screaming on the inside bc a good looking and talented gentleman is speaking to you 
  • but unlike him, you go under an alias, ‘A’ 
  • (yall get my drift bc tae’s stage name is v and you both got that single letter thang going on)
  • but also your exchanged words were just
  • “may i use your most recent set of pictures for a few edits?”
  • “yea of course! you know the drill- linked credit and send me the link when youre done!” 
  • and yea thats basically the extent of it
  • there are a few formalities but it never goes beyond “which group are you taking photos of next?” 
  • and even with that lil tidbit youve got a crush
  • hes just so talented and sweet and handsome and charming
  • but how can you love someone who youve never exchanged more than 20 words with at a time
  • one day, youre just :( so you message him and go
  • “i know we’ve never talked much but i dont have that many friends on here can i just rant to you?”
  • and hes like yES
  • and you talk about how the amount of requests for kpop groups and the events to go to and the specific member is becoming overwhelming and you just dont know who to choose
  • tae, on the other side of the screen is very :((((( bc theyre sad :(((( what do :(((
  • but hes all leTS GET DOWN TO BUSINESS
  • TO DEFEAT
  • THE WORK??
  • yea so together you come up with a solution:
  • you keep a list of groups youre willing to take photos of, and events that you have the money and time to go to
  • theyll vote on first, the group events and then second, the member
  • obviously, some people get upset bc their fave isnt being photgraphed so you section out the time
  • ½ of the time for the voted member and the other half divided between the other members
  • by the time youre done, you rule out every way people could be unhappy that you can think of
  • and your heart is less burdened
  • after that, you two keep going to each other for advice or general mood lifting
  • one day, tae comes to you asking about soulmates
  • “what do you think about soulmates?”
  • “well we all have someone literally waiting for us so.. idk”
  • “like, do you think youll find yours? do you believe in them?” 
  • and youre honestly stumped
  • youve thought about soulmates very briefly, mostly when you heard about them and had the whole thing explained
  • but you passed it off as something very distant in the future so you never gave it much thought
  • he took your silence as a no
  • “ah.. its just me then” and he giggled nervously
  • before you had a chance to explain he moved the topic to something else
  • it was a few days before you two talked again
  • you found this knk’s comeback stage and wanted to talk about it to someone
  • you screenshot the yt page and send it to tae 
  • just as he sends a screenshot of it to you
  • you both laugh it off, and things are back to normal in no time
  • fast forward a week or two
  • you were going to a svt fanmeet to take pictures of requested minghao 
  • appreciate minghao jfc you soggy sandwiches
  • you two were discussing in surprisingly rapid messages
  • like yall had literal lightning fingers bc of the hype 
  • he was addicted to talking w/ you and you were too
  • svt was one of the groups you two biG STANNED
  • and at one point, you got onto china line talking in chinese to each other
  • and you both went “they probably talk shit about the other members”
  • at the same goddamn time
  • do you guys get where im going with this
  • well obviously if you read the title 
  • or read the beginning
  • whatever peanut shut up
  • and it kept happening??
  • like you two would send each other funny shit and then after a while you will go “remember the video of vernon telling his sister that shes not allowed to say god”
  • and he will say it too
  • it was seriously getting weird and at one point you convinced yourself he was a stalker but then you were like ,,,,,, i was thinking it and hadnt typed it yet so he wouldnt know
  • then you were fine again lmao
  • taehyung really wanted to meet you irl bc he knows you both live in seoul
  • (he moved there from daegu and youre a city person)
  • but he didnt know how to say that without sounding like a creep
  • so you two just lived in oblivious peace
  • get it together, reader
  • but you two were friends for almost a year now lmao
  • youve had a ton of iconic moments like the time you two had a cold at the same time 
  • the time he hurt his knee because soccer player!jimin kicked the ball too hard and then your knee was hurting for a week
  • and a ton of other times where you thought the same thing
  • yet it never crossed your minds that you were soULMATES IDK GUYS
  • one day, tae brings up the fact that hes never gone to a girl group fanmeet
  • hes been to girl group concert and basically everything else to really get that kpop experience yanno
  • yoU FREAK
  • obviously youve been to tons of things being a fansite that has no set group or member
  • youre like
  • “hOW CAN YOU EXPERIENCE EVERYTHING B U T A GIRL GROUP FANMEET”
  • go big or go home
  • and out of the spur of the moment
  • he says 
  • “well, red velvet is having one soon? why dont you post a poll with it”
  • your response was like 5 minutes late bc you were freaking out
  • (ik yall like to do that thing where you put off replying for a few minutes but youre in love ok)
  • but when he goes 
  • “ :( its okay if you dont wanna go with me its cool “
  • but 30 seconds later the poll was posted and you were both happy 
  • its been a while since you put an option for a girl group so red velvet won big time, and for wendy
  • you manage to score two tickets
  • one of each of you and before you could count the days
  • thE DATE WAS HERE AHHH
  • you werent even focused on red velvet lbr
  • you were deciding what to wear bc you were meeting tae for the first time irl
  • he was gonna meet you at a cafe near the fanmeet before going to the venue place
  • and damn it you wanted to look cute af
  • taehyung was thinking the same thing in his apartment
  • eventually tho, both of you decided on something and were on your way to the cafe
  • taehyung got there first and ordered his drink and shit
  • i said ‘and’ too many times but i dont give a fuck
  • you stumble into the cafe with your fancy camera hanging around your neck 
  • your bag is slung lazily around your shoulder and basically you have the whole “im trying to look like i didnt try too look good but i tried hard on this and it paid off” look going
  • out of shock or happiness or whatever, taehyung stands up and calls out your name
  • there were butterflies in your stomach like literally if you said something your voice would probably blush
  • and tae is far from ‘about to blush’ 
  • his cheeks are lobsters
  • you two have your moment 
  • being the gentleman he is, taehyung buys your drink for you
  • it was cold af so you got a hot chocolate and you two just talked while enjoying your drinks
  • the cafe ‘date’ was almost over bc you needed to get to the fanmeet but as you reach over to get your bag
  • you tip your drink over, effectively spilling it all over your left hand
  • you hiss in pain at the sudden searing pain 
  • tae, across the table, also hisses, clutching his left hand
  • …..
  • and then he starts screaming
  • “sOULMATE!!!! YOU!!!! ME!!!! AHHHH”
  • you two get kicked out lmao
  • but not without him leaping into you to hug you
  • ok here comes the end
  • idk how to end this
  • am i ruining the mood oops
  • but you took considerably alot less pictures than the other events because taehyung couldnt keep his hands off you
  • in an innocent way you nasties
  • he just wanted to wrap his arm around you and hold your hand but faNSITE DUTIES
  • but you gave it after you reached your personal quota
  • and while you two actually met the queens aka red velvet he kept looking at you lmao
  • you two will grow old together
  • and have a family
  • or not hes cool with whatever you want
  • bc he has you, his soulmate
  • and you have him, your soulmate
  • aWWW

(A/N): I feel like this was so fucking messy and the worst thing ive ever done im sorry children ive disappointed you -peanut

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

Preference 17: He dresses you up

Guyssss I finally had the time to write another entry to post here in tumblr. And yeah, I also finally wrote another preference bc I feel bad and all that I write is Brad imagines from requests xD. So here I am with the AC on, me in my Pikachu onesie (YEP) and writing this on my laptop, with a glass of pineapple juice on my side desk. Okay idk why did I just told you all of that…anyways here’s another preference.


Connor:

“Wheeen will you eeever finish?” Connor exclaimed, plopping himself down on the bed with his arms held out. You laughed quietly. You and Con were invited to a birthday party by one of your friends who lives three hours away. Yes, what a long drive. Better get me some of that setting spray, Jeffree Star.

“I haven’t even got out my clothes yet, babe.” You purposely said, torturing him more. He let out a loud grunt which made you chuckle and followed with a laugh. “Stop laughing oh my god!” he throws his head back on the mattress.

“I mean it’s your fault finishing up so early. It’s like…still—“

“It’s freaking 10:48 AM and we need to get going at eleven and by two we need to be there!” he exclaimed, sitting up and ran his hand on his hair. Lol. “You know what, I’m gonna pick up your outfit myself.” What. “What?!” “You heard me. Since you’re still drawing a, uh, outline…yeah, outline on your lips and you still need to do your hair, I will be picking out clothes for you, mademoiselle.” You sighed. You actually need help right now but you’re not going to show it. “Sure, Connor. But can I trust you though?”

“Oh you better. Because once I’m done clawing through your clothes, you’ll look amazing on what I chose an I’ll be proud of myself when I look at you because, hell, I did that.” You scoffed and smiled at the same time. “Go ahead.” You gestured for him to go inside your closet and pick out the outfit, which he excitedly obliged.

After you’ve completely done your makeup and curled your hair, you checked inside the closet to see what’s going on. “Oh good Lord.” You whispered as you saw a the outfit laid down, across the little circular seat in the middle, with a pair of shoes on the side. “I know, pretty amazing right?” he chuckled to himself. “I must say, this is not bad.” You held out a white, floral Fawn Floyd dress, a pink bomber jacket, with your white flats. “I know, I know, I’m amazing and all with you staring at the outfit I’ve put together and yes I’m the best boyfriend okay but you seriously need to get ready now.” He jokes while putting his hand on his chest. You rolled your eyes playfully and receiving a kiss from him on the cheek. “Thank you baby, seriously.”

“No worries.” He replied while grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you once again for a kiss now on the lips.

Brad:

“It’s one of those days again, Brad!” you shouted loudly enough so Brad can hear you from the living room. You immediately heard his footsteps getting closer to your shared bedroom and entering with a slightly confused face. “You have your, um, monthly p—“

“No! It’s not that!” You immediately cut him off before he could continue his sentence. “I don’t know what to wear…and that really leads to you picking out clothes for me, right?” You reminded him. This, situation, started when the both of you were going to his parents’ house for dinner and you didn’t know what to wear. You were stuck between keeping it casual but a bit classy and just classy. So he helped you eventually, and that became a thing. Its really been a long time since you’ve let him chose your clothes to wear, but today the both of you are going to Nat’s graduation (a/n let’s pretend guys cmon) and are going to have a little party after, and you need clothes to wear, obviously, so why not let him give you a hand

“I’m in that situation again, babe. Should I wear jeans or not?”

“Nah, I think you should wear a dress of some sort or something…” he slowly says while opening your closet. You see, most boys would be annoyed if their girlfriends ask the question of, “What should I wear?!” while already whining, but thanks to baby Jesus, Brad does not. He even helps you to pick out an outfit; what a good boyfriend he is, isn’t he?

“Well, I’ve got these pair of shoes, and I really like to wear them today. D’you that can help?” I say while holding up a white strappy-heeled sandals for him to see. He looked at it and back at me and smiled. “You really make my job much easier, Y/N.” You squealed and went up to him and kissed his cheek. “Thank you so much baby. You’re the best.” You mumbled against his skin with a smile. He replied with nothing but a kiss on the corner of your lips. He continued to scramble through your closet, having second thoughts about dresses he lifts up then putting it back on the rack.

A few minutes later he comes up to you while closing the closet with his feet, a dress having in hand. “Here—I think this goes well with that…I think.” He hands you this maroon, one-fourth-sleeved dress that ends right above on your knees with a zipper on the back. “Wow, I haven’t worn that in a while..” you whispered as you un-zipped the dress. “I know. I’ve been seeing that just hanging in there without you touching it while your choosing your clothes and just ignoring it.” He shrugs. You laugh while thanking him once again while undressing to your bra and undies, hiding from him but he wasn’t approving so you just basically stripped in front of him. You slipped your dress on with the help of him zipping up the back. “I think it’s my turn to pick out your clothes, huh?” You asked jokingly. “Now’s not the time, babe.” He said, but he clearly wanting to say, never.

Tristan:

“Thanks for coming, baby.” Tristan whispered on your ear while kissing your cheek after. “This thing better be good, Tris. I ditched my cousins’ birthday party.” You chuckled while fixing your hair up in a bun, getting ready to put on your makeup.

“Whatever, I think she doesn’t like you anyway.”

“Well…true.” You agreed.

~

“Tris, can you please get me my clothes from downstairs? I think I left it laying on the couch or something.” You asked while finishing up your makeup. He stood up from the bed behind you and walking to exit the door, “Thanks babe.”

A minute later he comes up back to the room, holding up the clothes you picked, laying on his hand while a sort of, confused face plastered on him. “What?”

“Are you seriously wearing a red dress and four and a half inched heels on a The Vamps rehearsal?” he asked, letting me see the clothes I have chosen for myself. You were offended at first, but also slapping yourself mentally for actually picking those clothes out. Of course you don’t wear a freaking thigh high dress and high heels to a concert, what the fuck. He puts the clothes back on the closet and walks over to you, putting the both of his hands in front of you, on the table, while towering his figure over you. “I’ll choose.”

“What?! My clothes? -chuckles- No way, Evans.” You snapped, standing up and opening the closet again. But he was fast enough to block you so his back was covering the clothes to choose from. “C’mon, just this time. Please? Trust me.” He begged. “You’re just gonna play games about it again.” You sassed, crossing your arms. “Noooo! I won’t! I promise, I promise.” He pleaded once again, pressing his hands together. You gave in, “Fine. Go ahead.” He let out a soft “Yaay!” while turning around and started to rummage inside your closet. You sighed and made yourself company and putting all of your makeup back in the bag and fixing your hair.

Minutes go by and he already handed me two items of clothing; black skinny jeans and an off the shoulder white top. “Ooooh!” You grabbed the outfit from his hands and looked at him in amusement. “See, I told you.” He said almost proudly. You laughed softly and thanked him. “And oh—“ he pointed to your black ankle boots, “Wear those too.” Was the last thing he said then walked out of the room so you can change. You smirked and shook your head to yourself, “I love how he acts like some kind of professional or something.” You laughed.

James:

“Hmm…baby, I wanna dress you up.” He whispered into your skin, kissing your shoulder very delicately. You sighed into his touch, closing your eyes. “But baby, why d’you wanna do that?” you asked, pulling him away and looking straight at him. “I mean, aren’t we going to the shopping centre later? I want to look at you and remind myself that I dressed you up.” He chuckled at the end. You shake your head jokingly at his foolishness. “Okaaaay…—“

“Yay!” He cheered.

“But can I trust you though?” You pointed a finger at him and he just grinned and then winked in reply. You swear you think you just melted. “Okay then, come on.” You jumped out of bed with him behind you and you led him to your closet. You opened the doors and his eyes grew wide. “Okay I swear you only swear skinny jeans and a shirt on a day to day basis but, hell, I didn’t know you had this much clothes.” He admitted. You shrugged your shoulders and replied, “Well, I mean, I know, but you asked for it.” You heard his huff slightly besides you and forcing yourself not to let out a chuckle. “Come on now, love. We don’t have all day to choose clothes, now do we?” He didn’t reply. “Well, while you do that, I’ll just take a wee and do my makeup slightly.” You said while running to the bathroom, leaving him there to decide what you’re gonna wear. You trusted him, you knew that.

You decided that after you went to wee, you’ll go straight to putting on some makeup and keep the outfit he made a secret to yourself. Plus, he will have more time. You started putting on some primer then a thin layer of foundation, concealer and some powder to add some color on your face. You added some contour, eyebrows then eyeliner, and lastly some mint flavored chapstick. You fixed your hair up into a fishtail braid and then finally, you went outside.

Your lips already parted slightly and your brows were raised up to the sight of James holding up the outfit that he chose, proudly.

A white sundress with red roses prints in them and a denim jacket, with your white Chelsea boots placed just in front of the doorway. “I know we’re just going to do some groceries, but I think we should all dress up like it’s our last day here on earth.” He winked at the end, while dropping the clothes on the bed and walking over to you and giving you a kiss on the forehead. “I swear, McVey, if you don’t stop with all these quotes I’m gonna flip.” You shook your head but then grabbing the dress first to put it on. “Well, uh, I mean,” he brushed his hair with his hands, “Life’s just a whole big quote, isn’t it?” “Oh my God.” You both laughed.

Soon enough later you’ve got changed, and James couldn’t help but to stare at his masterpiece. He fulfilled his promise to himself; to look at Y/N and say that, “I dressed her up, my work of art.”


P.S: not spellchecked so sorry if there are any spelling/grammar mistakes that you may have encountered. 

adorable-minibot  asked:

Le character's ask, you may hate me but imma give ya 3 0w0. Megatron, Rung, and Swerve pretty please Lilly ^^

JEEZ TAILGATE you’re lucky I love ya ;)

Megatron

Why I Like Him: I mean, he’s okay. I am attracted to bad ass, big, powerful bots so thumbs up there. I like his more intelligent side as well. And in the comics the reason for the war makes a lot of sense to me, even if it all went screwy in the end. But he’s not one of my favorites. 

Why I Don’t: You’d think it would be because of all the horrible stuff he’s done and I mean I definitely don’t like that part of his character. But also just kind of annoyed with all the shit he gets away with in the comics though I guess that’s more on Optimus eh?

Favorite Episode: 

I mean I LOVE seeing the other bots as humans too but DAMN MEGATRON YOU A SILVER FOX~!!!! >;D

Favorite Season/Movie: N/A

Favorite Line: Okay so I can’t for the life of me find a picture and I don’t remember the exact words. But it was that scene where Whirl attacks him and ends up losing his arm because it gets sucked into Megatron’s fucking stomach??? AND MEGATRON IS JUST LIKE YEAH SHOCKWAVE EXPERIMENTED AND NOW IT’S A SWIRLING MASS OF SPACE BITCH! Like if that’s not bad ass what is? 

OTP: Megatron/Rung or Megatron/Ultra Magnus. 

Brotp: Deeeeeeeeeeeep inside of my darkest of hearts, I want Optimus/Megatron or Megatron/Rodimus. Don’t hate *flashes peace sign*

Headcanon: Secretly liked that cane he had originally in his holoform but didn’t want to seem weak. 

Unpopular Opinion: It’s not really unpopular I think a lot of people agree with this, but his ‘punishment’ for all his crimes is fucking bullshit. Also the only version of him I like - TFP is ehhhh okay to me but mostly I find him boring as a villain. This was the first series I thought he had some extra ooomph though he is funny in G1!

A Wish: YOU’RE HOT EITHER WAY BUT I WANNA SEE YOUR HOLOFORM ONE MORE TIME BEFORE I DIE PLEASE GOOD LORD IT’S SEXY 

An oh-god-please-don’t-ever-happen: ?? Normally I’d say death but eh. Don’t let him go back on his redemption arc maybe?? Don’t let him continue to get away with shit?? Idk. 

5 Words To Describe Him: Scary, intelligent, poetic, bossy, stubborn

My Nickname For Him: Megs, Mr.Glares-A-Lot, Tall Dark & Handsome

-Lily

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Rung

Why I Like Him: He’s sweet, he’s into psychology (I wanna be an Art Therapist!), he likes to study people (I do this too), he’s adorable and has glasses! HIS HOLOFORM HAS RED HAIR! He says it like it is without being a straight up jackass. There’s many reasons to like Rung. 

Why I Don’t: That one scene where he basically said Rodimus was throwing a temper tantrum. I mean he WAS but jeez that was rude at the time. Otherwise nothing much about him I dislike??

Favorite Episode: Haven’t gotten there yet but saw this on tumblr and yeah it’s my favorite -


When I first realized he could take off his little glasses and saw his sexy optics, I nearly passed out. *heavy breathing*

Favorite Season/Movie: N/A

Favorite Line: 

I know it’s not a line but look at him go! Punch the moon Rung!!! I’m so proud :’)

OTP: Megatron/Rung or EVERYBODY ACCORDING TO ZEN X’DDD

Brotp: Everyone? Love Rung? He is good?

Headcanon: He has a not-so-secret addiction to sweets. Pretty much canon though?

Unpopular Opinion: Uhhhhhhhhhh, Hmm. I don’t have one? 

A Wish: I just want him to develop a close friendship with a bot and not be so sad. ALSO STOP FORGETTING HIS NAME!

An oh-god-please-don’t-ever-happen: Death as usual I’m not creative lol. 

5 Words To Describe Him: Thoughtful, observant, caring, sweet, cute

My Nickname For Him: Ring? Rong? Ran? Just kidding! XD I feel like I’d call him dear a lot for some reason. Also Mr. Kinky.

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Swerve

Why I Like Him: I connect with him a lot. That feeling that no one really knows or likes you. Always putting on a smile and making jokes to hide how truly depressed you are. Hating yourself :/ I just see a lot of myself in him. 

Why I Don’t Like Him: He can be a bit of a jerk sometimes especially to Ten. 

Favorite Episode: 

MY POOR BABY! The whole Swearth thing was so fucking sad oh my god but it really warmed my hearts when certain bots went after him. This scene especially is sweet. <3  

Favorite Season/Movie: N/A

Favorite Line: 

Kind of hard to see, so it’s when the Legislators are invading Swerve’s bar and he’s like GET THE FUCK OUT basically!

OTP: Swerve/Skids but I could see him with lots of peeps, including weirdly enough, Swerve/Ten.

Brotp: ONCE AGAIN EVERYONE HE DESERVES FRIENDS!

Headcanon: He’s a serial cuddler~! :D

Unpopular Opinion: Um. Nothing really? 

A Wish:  LET HIM BE HAPPY AND NOT SO LONELY PLEASE!! JEEZUS

An oh-god-please-don’t-ever-happen: (Potential spoilers??) Well Skids already died so I guess Swerve dying too. Or Ten! 

5 Words To Describe Him: Hilarious, talkative, outgoing, lonely,depressed :(

My Nickname For Him: Swervy, The Sexy Bartender, Mr. Earth-Know-It-All lmao

-Lily