im probably going to stop using it

reasons im going to fight chris pine
  • does interviews without shoes on
  • eyes are TOO blue
  • used the word “cesura” in a real sentence
  • cried during the notebook
  • exclusively uses the unicorn emoji
  • desert hooker
  • “what a strange, sad day it’s been”
  • smile too perfect
  • looks too good with glasses. does nothing to stop blueness of eyes. Unfair
  • his middle name is “whitelaw” mgfggfucgf????
  • he was an english major, i could probably fight an english major and win
How Dan and Phil probably broke up #57
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john mulaney is a national treasure

so through very stressful but very fortunate chances, i got to see Oh Hello yesterday, which is john mulaney and nick kroll’s broadway show and I also got to meet mulaney at the stage door. the show was fucking incredible and i legitimately thought i was going to black out from lack of oxygen (nosebleed seats + literally nonstop gasping laughter + a 5 hour energy) but you can ask anyone who’s seen the show and they’ll tell you that. but anyway we’re waiting by the stage door and im shaking like a kid who’s about to meet their favorite comedian and has also chugged a 5 hour energy and is also cold because i am. and he comes out before nick kroll (who honestly i didnt even get a picture with because i was hype as shit for mulaney) and immediately starts taking pictures with people. and i notice that every person he walks up to he goes “Hi I’m John.” like. as if. we weren’t sure. (PRECIOUS) and im in like the second like layer of people up against the little barricade so im content with waiting because im still shaking like an idiot and would love to calm down so i dont say anything awkward because my mind has been drawing a blank on what to say to him all day. but the people in front of me say that my friends and i can talk to him first so im like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! here we GO so he comes over like “Hi I’m John” and im gonna be honest I have really bad short term memory loss so I dont exactly remember what was said but I had him sign my playbill and i was like “sorry I have a giant clunky camera” (canon t3i) and he was like “thats okay do you know how to use it?” and i was like “yea you hit that little button there” and he’s like “okay” so he takes two 

and gives it back and then my friend asked him to sign his playbill and while mulaney did this i said for sOME REASON?? “I just have to tell you, I quote you like 2 times a day” because im DUMB and awkward. And quickly i was like “That’s probably weird to hear but like-” and he stops signing and looks at me and sincerely goes “That’s very nice.” and i was like !!!!!!!!! and I continued “You’ve kind of worked your way into my everyday speech” and he goes “So I Inceptioned you?” And I was like HAHHA YEA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and then my friend gave him his phone to take pics with in case my camera pics didnt turn out. and john mulaney decided he should take about 10 pictures in 3 seconds while moving said phone closer to his own face

so then we walked away bc it was late and about halfway down the block i stopped and went “i didn’t even make actual contact with him like i didn’t touch him. i didn’t hug him” and my friends were like ‘do we need to go back?’ and i was like “no im not gonna be weird like that he probably wants to leave and we were literally just there and going back for a hug would be weird” so we kept walking and realized we were going the wrong way which caused us to walk back past the street the stage door was down, prompting me to go back and obviously get my hug because didnt want to regret that for my whole life??

so im waiting and the security guard looks at me like ? and he goes “whatchu need” and i was like “d.. does he do hugs?” and he was like “…what?” and i was like oh my gOD kill me and i said louder “does he do hugs?” and he just looks at me and quietly goes “of course” and so im like yelling inside and john walks back over and im like “i was wondering if you do hugs” and he was like what and the security guard said louder so that he could hear because im quiet and scared of everything “This young lady wants to know if you do hugs” and he was like “Of course! She had a nice camera” and i gave him a hug and hes sO tall man hes taller than you think he’s at least like 5′11. and he shook my friends’ hands and he told my other firend that he had a cool jacket and he was like “Thanks for coming” and I was like “Yeah, well thanks for” and trailed off because I didn’t know what to say other than like ‘existing’ but he didnt notice so it’s okay. and then my friends walked back and i practically bounced down the street behind them and i’ll never shut up about it ever i hugged john mulaney

i love him i love john mulaney

Nct 127's reaction to their s/o procrastinating over their work

Request: oooookay so how would nct 127 react to their s/o constantly procrastinating on homework or projects (bc that’s literally me 24/7)

A/N: can’t relate because im a highkey nerd who always does her homework immediately… HAHA kidding, this was so fun to write thanks for requesting omg

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Taeil:

You’re together with a smartass who did so well in his academics why are you doing this to yourself, kidding taeil i love you. He’d probably drag you to the table and start nagging at you to do your work, while he stares at you and makes sure you complete the page in front of him. But most of time it seems as if he’s the one doing the homework, because he helps you with almost every question. and he gets it right for almost every question so, you don’t complain at all.

“I’m so tired-”

“so you find x first and then ….”

“Babe?”

*still doing math equation*

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Johnny:

Some days he loves it, because he gets to spend time with you instead, away from all the school work and projects. But he still knows that it’s important for you to do your work, so he always tries to convince you to do your work, which always seems to succeed.

“Babe go do your work”

“I can do it tomorrow in the morning?? and it’s math, im lazy”

“You do it now you get a free night cuddling session later on, deal?”

“Omg you ass- alright”

Originally posted by suhyoungho

Taeyong:

Instantly becomes a mother and would start nagging non stop. As soon as he saw you using your phone and laptop instead of doing your work that you had claimed to start doing 2 hours ago, he’d go all strict with you and probably keep your phone and laptop away from you. Doesn’t give in even if you whine and pout, because he wants the best for you and wants you to do your work on time.

“Babeeee when will you be returning my phone”

“Not until you’re done with this worksheet”

“This page please?”

“No shush i love you, do you work hm”

taeyong, why’re you so mean :-(

Originally posted by taeyongsolo

Yuta:

I feel like he wouldn’t even care that much and he’s even more happy that you’re actually spending more time with him rather than doing your work. But when he starts to realise that it may affect your grades and academics, he starts becoming more alert and whines at you to complete them. Like Johnny, he’d try to make small little deals with you, which always work too.

“I’m so lazy today, this work’s due two days later anyways, i can complete them later”

“You always say that but end up not doing any”

“I’m trying my best, but i’m really lazy today”

“Okay at least do a few pages, and i’ll give you a surprise”

“i guess i have no choice”

Originally posted by sour-satang

Doyoung:

A louder and even stricter version of Taeyong. Can nag at you for hours and go on about “how important doing work on time is” to “time management in life”, and it’s always the same few words that’d he’d say. He nags so much and takes up so much time you end up always eventually giving in to doing your work because it’s the only way he’ll stop. But after you’re done though, he becomes all sweet and polite again, even cooking you a meal.

“But i’m tired and lazy-”

“No excuses, do your work please”

“Babe you’re so mean to me”

“Only at times like this, now stop talking and do it”

Originally posted by doyo-ng

Jaehyun:

Like Johnny, he sometimes doesn’t mind and let you do things on your own, not interfering at all. But when he needs to, he becomes a less serious and nicer version of Taeyong, constantly reminding you to do your work and also offering you help if needed. Lowkey smiles to himself proudly everytime because he managed to convince you to do your work.

“Jae, can i not do it today?”

“I wish i could say yes but no, you need to complete it”

“Please?”

“I love you but you really have to hm?”

Originally posted by jyofanclub

WinWin:

At first when you lied to him and said that your work wasn’t important, he believed it at first and didn’t mind at all. But he’d notice how you’d always drag your work till the last minute, causing you to not get enough sleep the night before. From then on he started reminding you to do your work, probably acting cute so you’d agree to completing it on the day itself, which was a success.

“It’s due on Friday!!”

“it’s only two days away, do it now baby”

“Don’t give me that pout- and those eyes- okay fine i will”

Originally posted by nct-trash

Mark:

Gets worried and anxious rather than as compared to the other members, and he seems as though he’s the one that’s doing the homework. Would try his best to convince you to do your work and also at the same time, help you out. Probably even offered to help you finish your homework because he’s so nice? And because of that your heart softens and end up doing it because you feel bad towards Mark if you don’t.

“I can do it later though?”

“It’s better to do it now babe, you can rest later”

“Why not you help me complete it?”

“I mean… i wouldn’t mind”

“Omg babe, i’m only kidding, i love you. for you, i’ll do it alrights”

Originally posted by neotechs

Haechan:

Probably joins you in procrastinating too that’s why both of your assignments are always not passed up on time. But on days where he’s feeling good and actually completed his homework while you haven’t, he’d started annoying you and asking you to complete your work, while he’s there laughing at you while you suffer.

“Stop laughing and at least help me out or something”

“No way, find the answers yourself”

“You’re so mean, ”

“Well maybe if you actually did it earlier than i would have helped but you dragged it on for one hour so, sorry”

“I hate you”

“i love you too”

Originally posted by nakamotens

worm + @wolfpupy tweets

Skitter: i did the best i could with the resources i was given, which was nothing

Bitch: if you underestimate a wolfs ability to wield a weapon just because of a lack of thumbs you will get what you deserve in the end.

Tattletale: i’m not going to claim that i know everything, i am simply going to act like it

Regent:  when you get your revenge on someone always immediately hit them with a second revenge, undercuts any counter-revenge or betrayal they have

Lung:  being bitten by the world’s most venomous and poisonous animals is a luxurious extravagance i don’t take lightly, i view it as a privilege

Bakuda: if we do this we do it my way [cut to a bunch of explosions. corpses & debris fly through the air] okay maybe i should be more open to ideas

Diana Alcott: “just when i thought things couldn’t get worse” that was your first mistake, things always get worse regardless of thinking 

Coil: finally doing something i have been planning to do for a long time, announcing to everyone that i am doing something

Accord: your definition of a good idea may be different from my definition of a good idea, mine being that a good idea is any idea i think of

Skidmark:  instead of spending all your time trying to make things better and failing you can cut out the middleman and just make things worse

Kaiser: i don’t want to throw anyone under the bus here unless they are my enemy or betrayer or if it will help me get where i’m going faster

Jack Slash: blood is just nature’s red water that flys out when you make a mistake. relax and enjoy the experience for once

Bonesaw: back in the frankenstein times you could make a monster whenever you wanted, these days you have to have a license or something i guess

Crawler: time heals all wounds, makes us stronger, and grows us gundam robot limbs over our old ones

Gray Boy:  looks like things are always happening once again

Trickster:  if i don’t learn anything from my mistakes then i don’t have to consider them mistakes in the first place

Genesis: “the first step to…” i will stop you right there, there’s walking involved? no thanks

Noelle: seems to me if we all worked together to make my life better then eventually everyone elses lives would get better at some point probably

Dr Mother: in a way aren’t we all responsible for my actions 

Contessa: thats me in the expensive italian suit looking at the ocean through opera binoculars to see if the surf is up

Vista:  funny how they are called grown ups when all they do is try to bring us down.

Clockblocker: i guess i still have some learning to do. i’m not going to do the learning i’m just acknowledging the fact i haven’t done it

Myrrdin: i don’t know about you guys, and i don’t plan to know about you guys, but to me magic is real

Armsmaster: stop being so defensive i am just trying to hit you with weapons

Panacea: things are going really well for me now that i’ve changed the meaning of really well to the opposite of what it means in my head.

Alexandria:  it happens to the best of us, the best of us such as me, out of both of us im the best one, probably too great to give you usable advice

Eidolon:  when the sun goes out, the air turns to fire, and the streets run red with blood, i am probably to blame for it

Endbringers:  you can ask me about things i may or may not have destroyed all day, the real questions are who? what? when? how? why? and many others 

Scion: problem solving skills are well regarded but where is the respect for the problem creators such as myself 

Glaistig Uaine:  everyone who died and was killed on my quest to get really good hair and fashion deserved it and i dont care

google: WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO

wilford: why the fuck is he doing that- what did u do

dark: i didnt do anything!!

ed: probably his idiot-alarm going off. must be because both of yall are in the room.

dark: when you stop dressing like the uncle no one invites to cookouts maybe then you can have the audacity to call US the idiots.

wilford: hey google, please find the nearest walgreens, im gonna go pick up 3 gallons of aloe for that burn.

for you

pairing: jeon jungkook and park jimin; jikook
genre: fluff, canon universe, inspired by jikook’s cover of we don’t talk anymore (lmao)
a/n: hello, it’s ur non au #1 enthusiast!!
im here again bc, truly, how couldn’t i when jikook can’t stop spoiling the shit out of us lmao (we’re so blessed)
anyway special thanks to my baby angel meariie aka @c-cygnus for reading this beforehand and hyping the hell out of me, i lov u!!
i hope y'all enjoy <3
summary: Jimin is insecure, but Jungkook is more than willing to convince the boy to record a cover with him.
crossposted on ao3

“Jungkook, no. I already said I’m going to do a dance cover! Jesus…” Jimin emphasizes for probably the 10th time. Not that it was anyhow useful, Jeon Jungkook had practice on being the embodiment of stubbornness after living years with six guys way too soft for him.

“Hyung, please, I’m begging you!” The younger pulls out his best shinning (read: imploring) eyes, because he knows how to play dirty. However, Jimin doesn’t spare him a glance. He is aware of how big of a traitor his heart is – he has experienced one too many times in which a quick look at Jungkook’s stupidly adorable face made him crumble instantly

“No.” he repeats, turning away and focusing harder on his phone’s screen. As if it’d be that easy.

Jungkook clings on his arm, pulling him closer and burying his face on the back of his neck. Jimin takes a moment to close his eyes and breath as deeply as he can, his stomach already showing the symptoms of Jeon Jungkook’s virus on his system.

But hyung…” he whines.

“Jungkook-ah, please.” Jimin turns around, holding the boy’s shoulder so he can’t look away. He might give in, if he does. “I don’t want to.”

Jungkook stares at him, before taking a step back away from his hold – a hurt frown starting to mold on his features.

“Why not?” he asks, genuinely confused and Jimin wants nothing more than to punch himself on the face, because he knows how the younger is going to react if he shares the real reason with him – and he is so not on the mood for drama and psychological advice on self steem.

“I just don’t.” he lies and swifts his gaze, Jungkook’s eyes piercing through him and making his throat kind of tighten in a way he doesn’t really enjoy. “Ask Tae or Jin-hyung, I’m sure they’ll be happy to help.”

Jimin waits for a response, but when the only thing welcoming him is the deafening silence of the hotel room, he spins on his heels prepared to leave, bitting back the disappointment tasting bitter on his tongue.

“Why can’t you understand?!” Jungkook snorts in frustration behind him. When Jimin looks back, the boy has a hand holding onto his bangs and parted lips seeming to try and find the right words to say what he desires to. Their eyes cross and Jungkook’s hand fall by his side, cheeks flushing. “I want to do it with you.”

Jimin almost doesn’t hear the end of the setence above the loud stomping of his heart resounding on his ears. He can feel all the blood rushing out of his face, even though he is sure his heart is doing a pretty good job pumping it into his veins.

How is he supposed to say no to that? It’s so fucking unfair he wants to shove his face onto a pillow and scream.

“Please?” Jungkook silently begs, intensely staring back at him. Jimin breaks the visual contact before his cardiac pace drives him to explosion.

“My voice sucks.” He finally lets out, gulping down the lump on his throat. “And so does my english. It’s going to be ridiculous, everyone’s going to laugh at me.”

Jimin doesn’t find the courage to look Jungkook in the eyes – not even when he scoots closer and grabs his shoulder with one hand, the other being given the task of carefully holding his chin and moving his face until it’s right in front of Jungkook’s.

“Look at me…” the younger pleads when Jimin still refuses to interlock their gazes, bitting on his bottom lip slightly and staring at Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook uses his thumb to caress the skin in the front part of his chin, the edge of his finger faintly reaching the flesh of Jimin’s mouth. However, the boy is still reluctant to look back at him, something between embarrassment and self humiliation catching him in the middle of a internal fight he tries to avoid every single day. So he closes his eyes instead, solemnly focusing on Jungkook’s tender touch and trying to stop the twisting of his stomach from caging his breath into his lungs.

It shows to be an impossible mission, when the next thing Jimin feels is Jungkook’s lips pressed against his cheek, which instantly burn at the touch. He frowns, ready to ask what in the world is he doing, but Jungkook also kisses the frown away from his forehead and it’s being kind of pretty hard for Jimin not to melt. His chest is rosing up and down lightly and as soon as Jungkook’s soft mouth reachs the bridge of his nose, Jimin has already forgotten every single worry in the back of his mind.

He only acknowledge his hands clutching Jungkook’s t-shirt, when the younger’s lips brushes over a sensitive spot on his jawline and he pulls him closer by tugging at the cloth. He feels Jungkook giggling and his cheeks heat up so hard they tingle warmly. The air around him is simultaneously hot and cold, and it makes his nape hair bristle just the slightest.

“How can you say that…” Jungkook’s voice finally surges in between the kisses he places over Jimin’s eyes. Both of them pretend there’s not insanely racing hearts inside their chests trying to knock down their ribcages to reach one another. “I feel so offended right now.” Jungkook pulls back and Jimin somehow finds the strength to open his eyes. “How dare you insult my favorite voice in the world?”

Jimin has to try really hard to keep on standing, since it seems his legs decided to retire from their labor of being legs and are currently trying a part-time job on being jelly.

“Liar.” His voice fails and he hates it. Hates how weak and exposed Jungkook is able to make him feel in a flashing light.

“You’re the only liar here.” The younger mutters, sliding his hand to the back of Jimin’s neck so he can run his fingers through the smaller’s hair. They stare at each other for what it seems to be an eternity, but it’s really just a few seconds. “Sing with me.” Jungkook breaths out, and it’s only when he realizes how close they actually are. It makes him feel funny inside. It’s nerve-wrackingly funny – the way it seems his stomach is playing drum against his belly. “Please, sing with me.” He repeats lower, and hopes Jimin can’t feel how desperate he is to kick short that annoying distance between them.

Yet, it isn’t him who is taking a step forward and gluing their chests together. He tries to remain calm, tries to hold onto the last string of self control he possesses – although, it’s not like Jimin is making it any easier for him.

“Why?” the older whispers and Jungkook almost laughs. The audacity of the little shit.

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t, because he is too busy having a cerebral short circuit at the feeling of the tip of Jimin’s nose brushing against his. At the scent of Jimin’s sweet perfurme curling around his lungs.

“Because I love your voice.” He is quick to answer, and he almost startles at how rough his voice become. “And…” Jungkook presses his fingers on Jimin’s nape nervously and gulps down the actual words he wants to say that are scratching at his throat. “Because I don’t want to do it with anyone else.” He hopes it’s enough.

Jimin smiles – the sweetest smile Jungkook has ever seen landing on those lips and his heart tugs and hurts.

The smaller boy represses his smile, pursing his lips and narrowing his eyes, looking to the side as he pretends to think hard. It’s the cutest thing in the whole world.

“With one condition.” He shows his index finger in front of Jungkook’s face before holding on his tshirt again.

Jungkook chuckles, and it sounds so stupidly in love he could be embarrassed if he wasn’t, well, stupidly in love.

“And what is that?”

Jimin’s smile slowly fades in tune with the reddening of his cheeks.

“Kiss me.” He whispers in the quiet.

And then it seems as if the longest silence settles in between them, hanging in their bated breaths and crawling inside their lungs with freezing fingers. Jungkook stares down at Jimin with mild shock in the surface of his eyes and a slightly gaping mouth, which has Jimin wanting to turn around and run all the way back to his room. He instantly regrets the words and his fingers twitch around the white t-shirt’s fabric in nervousness. He opens his mouth to manage out an apology, but is stopped when Jungkook abruptly slides his hands to both sides of his face and catches his bottom lip into his mouth, pressing their lips so hard Jimin has to step backwards two times to keep his balance.

He moans in surprise, grabbing at Jungkook’s waist and squeezing the flesh under his fingers in need to feel it’s truly real. The younger parts his mouth and swipes his tongue over Jimin’s lip, smiling as the other instantly gives in; as he melts over the way Jungkook firmly holds onto his neck and scratches his nails at the base of his nape.

It’s insane, how Jimin manages to overwhelm him with a simple kiss, how Jungkook feels so fucking driven to the edge with a mere touch. But he’s long past the phase when these questions insistently hovered his mind and held him back from giving in, scared he’d fall too deeply.

Because, truly, how naive of him to ever think there was a way he couldn’t mercilessly fall for Park Jimin.

I commissioned @molliartsie for this wonderful Sean x MC (Amelia) piece and I love it so much. It keeps killing me with cuteness.

(I was going to wait until later in the week to post this but if Pixelberry isn’t going to give us any Sean content, I may as well.)

The Silence

Prompt: kind of based off of the song “The Silence” by Mayday Parade KINDA OF not really lol


A/N: I know I haven’t posted in forever and this one is kinda a mess? I just wrote it quickly, letting my thoughts just go everywhere. Hope it was decent?


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“Colby?” I choked, heart breaking. “Y/N?” He stopped and turned to me. A loud scoff escaped my trembling lips and I stormed from the room. “Wait!” I heard shuffling, probably him redressing himself.


“Y/N wait!” He called and grabbed my hand pulling me back. A tear fell down my cheek as I looked up at him into his glossy blue eyes. “Let me go.” My voice laced in venom. “No, please i-im so sorry it was an accident.” He chocked. I could smell the alcohol from where I stood.


The girl ran from his room past us and out the front door, clothes clutched in her hands. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the cheater. “Please let me make it up to you.” His voice pleading. With one swift movement my hand cracked across his sweaty cheek.


“Never. Speak to me again.” I threatened, a numb feeling overcoming every other emotion. He stood there, hand over his now bruised cheek. I walked down the stairs, a sudden calm overtaking me.



-


“Y/N?” Amberlee, my roommate, whispered softly. “Yes?” I turned on my computer chair, letting her distract me from my editing. “Are you hungry?” She questioned, leaning against my door frame.


“No I’m all good. I just need to finish editing, have to post in a few hours.” I told her truthfully. “Okay.” She nodded untrustingly. Ever since that day she has done nothing but worry about me. I wanted her to stop worrying so much, I couldn’t feel any of the pain just yet so currently I was fine.


“Can you get me a sweet tea from wherever you’re going though?” I questioned and she nodded, a soft triumphant smile spreading across her perfect, pink lips.


-


3:25 am


I missed him. There was no doubt about that. Ever since that day he hasn’t said one word to me. The fans questioned us constantly but I guess neither I nor Colby wanted to speak about it.


The numb feeling that was usually here seemed to have disappeared, the pain finally overwhelming me. The hot tears streamed down my freshly washed face, staining the black pillowcases.


/


This continued for another three months… The pain that was bottled up finally got to me, leaving me in bed for hours wanting nothing but silence. The silence set me free, free to drown in everything.


-


Dear Y/N,


I know what I did was unbelievable and unforgivable… And I know you probably never want to forgive me or see me but here I am now, 6 months late, sending you a shitily written letter. I honestly… Miss you so fucking much, Y/N. I love you and I think you know this… I know I can never win you back but can we at least be friends? Like we used to be? Before we dated… I fucked up terribly but we shouldn’t lose a 7 year friendship… I miss you.. Please just talk to me? This silence is killing me…


Say you love me? -Colby


Tears fell on the white notebook paper. I couldn’t breath. I scratched at my chest as if ripping at my clothes and skin would open up my airways. “Amberlee!” I called, yes it was 4 am but I couldn’t do this alone..not tonight.


She sprinted into the room, seeing me on the floor. I cried out, digging my nails into the palms of my hands. “Y/N!” She cried and fell next to me, pulling my hands open, revealing all the blood. “I’m sorry.” I sobbed and she shook her head.


“Its alright.” She held my hands examining them. “I just miss him so much.” I sobbed. “I know… I know.” She pulled me into a hug and automatically my arms wrapped around her and my head retreated to her neck.


“We should go see him.” She spoke after a long hug. “What?” I questioned, pulling from the hug and wiping my nose with my bloodied hand. “We should see him… We can go tomorrow.” She repeated herself. “No.” I shook my head, standing up with shaky legs.


“Yes. It will be good for you.” She said and I just nodded even though I knew I wouldn’t. “Let’s go clean you up okay?” She smiled softly and led me to my bathroom.


-


My shaky hand somehow made it to the large door and hit it a few times, sending loud thumps into the home. “Coming!” I heard a familiar voice and the door was opened by Sam, his jaw immediately dropping at the sight of me.


“Uh is Colby home?” I questioned, feeling self conscious which I had never felt around him before. “Yeah uh he’s in his room.” He nodded, still shocked. “Okay.” I nodded thankfully and walked past the pale boy, making my way slowly up the stairs.


I knocked softly and I heard a loud groan. “Sam please just leave me alone!” He yelled and I heard the pillow slam over his face. “Uh its not Sam.” I said, my voice coming out quieter than I intended.


I heard a loud noise and suddenly the door was flying open, revealing a tired Colby Brock. “Hi.” Was all I could form. “Hi..” He copied me and opened the door wider so I could enter the room. It was still the exact same as it was 6 months ago.


“So uhm I am here to uh…” I was lost for words. “Look Y/N I am so fucking sorry. I have been miserable without you. I regret what I did that night so badly. She meant absolutely nothing to me like you do.” He chocked out quickly, he looked so broken.


I just watched him. His face turned red and tears fell from his eyes and all the way down into his deep collarbones. Guilt built up in my stomach and I felt as if I was going to throw up.


Stupidly, I reached up and grabbed his cheeks, pulling him to my height and kissing his lips. I knew I shouldn’t but I couldn’t live without him. My body melted into his hands. I had missed this feeling.

quarkynerdbrain  asked:

Jemma's first weighted blanket (in any universe)

Nobody Else Can Take Me Higher 

anon prompted: “Adoption AU Jemma figuring out she’s autistic and talking to May about it” 

Let Us Love series 

a/n: jemma and fitz are 22-23 in this 

3079 words 

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“So how have things been at work?”

Jemma’s fingernails scrape gently over the patterned ceramic mug, textured with the layers of paint that Jemma had applied all those years ago when she was a young kid. May had received more than a few hand-painted mugs as gifts from the kids over the years (the last one being from a 17-year-old Antoine) and each one of the kids claims their favorite when they come over to visit. This one is always Jemma’s. It depicts no scene, just a pattern of zigzags and dots. Jemma had once explained she liked it because of how it felt in her hands.

When she receives no response, May says, “Jemma?”

Jemma continues to stare down at her tea.

Rather than touching her and startling her out of the trance she’s sunk in to, May starts skimming over the headlines on the newspaper in front of her. Which is maybe a bad idea. If she has to read one more thing about politics she’s going to scream.

She’s looking over the weather forecast when Jemma’s head pops up, and she blinks at May.

“Sorry, did you say something?”

“I asked how work was going.”

Jemma nods, tapping her nails on the mug. “Good, good. Our boss is letting us have input into our next project. Fitz and I are going to try and convince her to look into advanced prosthetics. It’s a growing field, I think she’ll go for it.”

May takes a sip of her tea, which is almost empty, and getting colder. “That sounds good.”

Jemma nods again, then her gaze drifts back toward the tea, lips pressing together.

May watches her for a moment before speaking. “Is there something bothering you, Jemma?”

Jemma sighs, and her lips flicker up in a nervous smile. “Um. Sort of. Not bothering, I suppose. Just weighing.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

May figures that this is why Jemma came over. She’d called only last night to ask, when usually she calls at least a week in advance. And she sounded nervous on the phone. May hopes it’s not serious, but if it is then they’ll deal with it together.

The tapping on the mug gets more urgent. “Yes. I do. I just … I’m not sure how to say it. How to tell you.”

May considers that for a moment, then stands. Jemma blinks at her in surprise.

“Come on.”

Jemma follows her out of the room and into the living room, and sits on the couch when May nods at it. Then May makes her way over to the corner, where Lancelot is sleeping, snoring heavily.

“Lance,” May calls.

The dog doesn’t budge.

She nudges him with her cane. “Lance.”

With great effort, the old Pyrenees lifts his head, snorting sleepily.

“Where’s Jemma?” May asks.

Lance fixes his gaze on Jemma on the couch, tail thumping once.

“Go get her,” May says encouragingly.

Slowly, Lance pulls himself up, stretches languidly, and walks over to the couch. He stares up at Jemma for a moment before raising one paw, placing it on her leg, and huffing.

“You are too big for this,” Jemma says, even as she bends over to heft the dog onto her lap, front half first, then back half. She groans with the effort, as he weighs about as much as she does.

Lance adjusts himself over Jemma’s lap and sighs heavily as he lays down his head.

“Silly old dog,” Jemma mutters fondly, stroking his long, white fur.

May sits down in the chair across from the couch, watching as Jemma twists Lancelot’s fur between her fingers. She doesn’t speak, knowing Jemma will start when she’s ready.

“I …” Jemma says eventually. She clears her throat. “I’ve been doing a lot of research.”

When it doesn’t seem like Jemma is going to continue, May prods, “On?”

“Autism.”

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Woojin: Youngmin-hyung, I should have listened to you

Youngmin: yeah, everyone should listen to me all the time about everything

SCOTT IMAGINE

———–

“Scott and Y/N”

Your head snapped up and soon as you heard your teacher say both your names,

“Wait what? I’m with Scott?” You questioned

“Yes Y/N, you are with Scott. That won’t be a problem will it?”

“No, no problem, of course not, pshhh” yeah except the fact that you’ll blush every single time you look at him.

His uneven jaw line, his beautiful eyes, that dorky smile, his body oh god his ab-

“Y/N?” Scott said, waving a hand in front of your face

“Yes Scott?”

“Are you ready to start?”

“Start what?” You asked confused

“The project, are you okay?”

“The project? Oh yes the project of course! I’m fine Scott, really really fine”

“Okay then, lets go!” He cheered as he held the door open for you.

—–

“Alright Y/N all you have to do is walk down the hall, maybe wink at a few guys, or girls whoever you want and I’ll monitor their reactions”

“Reactions?” You looked at Scott for clarification

He gulped, “ You know, like their Body Language, facial expressions, If they flirt with you and stuff”

“Alright okay, im going” you said, then you took a deep breath in

“You haven’t moved yet?”

“I just need a moment” you gasped

—–
Pick up line after pick up line were used on you from most people you spoke to, some were flattering, others not so much.

None of the guys who flirted with you was the one you wanted it to be. Scott. He’s the one.

“I swear to god Scott if I hear one more pick up line I’m going to explode!”

“Well you should probably cover your ears then”

“What? Wh-”

“Roses are red-” Scott started

“Oh god, please stop”

“Violets are blue-”

“Please Scott, no more” you pleaded

“Lava is hot-”

“Scott!” You warned

“And so are you” he finished

You looked at him trying to fight a smile. He may be cheesy but he is sure as hell cute.

“Really Scott?” You laughed

“What? I had to!” He exclaimed

“Why?” You needed to know why he would say something so terribly adorable

“Because I would like to take you out on a date” he said smiling, “what do you say?”

“Roses are red, violets are blue, Okay Scott, I’ll give you a shot!”

I Want You To Stay // PT. 2 (Zach X Reader)

a/n: what up everyone I finally got to writing part two thanks for all the love on part one you guys are cute!!

warnings: cursing, punching (??? do you tag punching idk)

part 1 is here !!

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the silmarillion + wolf pupy tweets
  • Eru: regardless of how anyone feels about it, things continue to happen
  • Morgoth: place your most powerful gems, jewels, and amulets into a box, you should sense strong energy emanating from within, then send the box to me
  • Manwë: just because i caused the problems doesnt mean i have the solutions to them
  • Míriel: i have to lay low for a while, by that i mean lay on the ground and not move
  • Fëanor: learning from mistakes is for people who recognise that they make mistakes. i dont give a shit
  • Fingolfin: it happens to the best of us, the best of us such as me, out of both of us im the best one, probably too great to give you usable advice
  • Finarfin: the "drama" fiasco is over, we learned nothing from it and nothing changed but we can safely say it is over for sure i hear that
  • Maedhros: its time to forget the mistakes of the past and start making the mistakes of the future
  • Celegorm: survival tip: you can sleep in an unattended birds nest for free
  • Caranthir: have to stop saying "how am i going to kill my way out of this one" everytime there is trouble going on, or at least not out loud
  • Curufin: instead of saying what you are all thinking i say what everyone would be thinking if they were as cerebrally intelligent as me
  • Finrod: you have to be cruel to be kind, no wait the other thing, you have to do nice things. phew, could have caused a lot of problems
  • Galadriel: some say killing people is the answer to the problems, me personally i think killing people is bad to do because im not a horrible monster
  • Fingon: tired of people always telling me go to hospital and that i've lost a lot of blood, its my severe head injury not yours stay out of it
  • Turgon: hey kids, i know youre struggling right now but im here to tell you, everything gets worse forever
  • Aredhel: dont speak i know just what youre saying, something about how beautiful and strong i am probably
  • Eöl: if someone betrays me i will turn on them with revenge in a second, sometimes even before that, its just the way it goes in this drama life
  • Maeglin: maybe i am the one to blame, on the other hand maybe every one else is the ones to blame
  • Luthien: looks like things are always happening once again
  • Turin: where people like you see a problem i see opportunity to create worse problems
  • Nienor: i am going to lay completely still on the forest floor until either things start going my way or i disintegrate into nothing
  • Elwing: "i'll take this to my grave" - me, holding a bunch of jewels, gems and amulets
  • Sauron: there are few things in life that can't be achieved with occult dark magic
  • Erendis: if you want something done you have to just forget about it and move on with your life, theres no point in expecting anything from anyone
  • Mîm: sometimes the only real friend you have is your countless enemies
  • The Silmarillion, as a whole: its all fun and games until its not that anymore
im not ashamed sneak peak 3

a crude drawing of a hand with writing on all sides sits on a whiteboard. dots between words, a poorly drawn fish on each side, and colored pencil skills that should probably be much better if this movie took place in a high school, but in Im Not Ashamed Alternate Universe, everything is out of place.
“ive always been drawn to hands” the Christian Girl muses

“i think its because its the way that we touch people.” unlike a real high school, where everyone would look up and possibly jeer at this potential sexual innuendo, everyone remains painfully indifferent. you can feel the awkwardness in the room. one girl is fucking passed out on the table. jesus christ rachel, ever heard of a intruiging opening sentence?

the camera pans out to Dead Girl and the rest of the uninterested class. Everyone looks like they left high school 4 years ago, especially this one chap in the corner. My oh my that’s motherfucking Keurig Careless!!!!!!!! his hair: freshly shaven in true skinhead fashion, arms: fucking ripped to shreds, legs: stunted, face: 40 years old. he is picking at the callouses on his hands on top of a hilariously thin blue notebook. What The Fuck? Why is his notebook so thin. How come dead girl has 2 binders and a piece of paper and a pencil and everyone else has a single notebook? did she try to cram it all in in one class? i suppose this would be the best place next to study hall, because im guessing most Inspirational Life Changing Speeches in this class are just as boring

“compassion is the greatest form of love that humans have to offer” christian audience gasps at the wise-beyond-her-years rachel faux scott. actually compassion is one of the only forms of love u can offer but whatever floats your goat, Fakechel.

“I have this theory that if one person goes out of their way to show compassion, they can start a chain reaction”
thats so deep rachel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hOLY shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

nazi and dildo’s heads perk up at the word “chain reaction”. nnnnyess huehueheuhehe,,,, that is what Wiiii are going to do,,, a chain reaxtion to Blow this SchooL up hehuehueheuhe. the audience screams in desperation and horror. perhaps? perhaps this speech will change their minds?? perhaps rachel will convert them to godliness… yes…

“how do you know that trust? beauty? and compassion wont make the world a better place to be in?”
this is the most generic pep talk ive ever heard? like, if someone put a gun to my head and told me to recite a speech that you would find in an american girl magazine so he could write a letter to win the affections of said gunman’s estranged daughter, this is the shit i would say.

“tomorrows not a promise… but its a chance…”
we see the teacher looking at her proudly. also theres a girl that looks Exactly like Rachel in the background looking at her? is that her force ghost or something

“.. you just might start a chain reaction”
she grins. shes such a deep thinker.

the students roll their eyes dramatically, not focusing on rachel whatsoever. well that was for nothing.
she continues smiling in the silence. uhh…

..

..

“and whats behind all this is my faith” she puts down her arms to reveal a huge-ass cross necklace. This is like, margaret white style shit. its probably as big as her palm? minimalism. minimalismmmmmm….

“im a christian!” she says, smiling. obviously. every girl that wears mormon clothes like that, cross necklaces, listens to britt nicole at maximum volume while walking through the hallways at school and crying whenever she sees someone dressed in black and calls them “lost souls” is a christian girl, okay? it’s like coming out in a high school nowadays like… everyone’s gay, rachel. every single person is gay so you can chill out.

they pan to the jock guy.

and then to dylan with his psycho stare

and then to eric with his condescending smoulder

“im not trying to be weird or convert anybody or anything like that HUEHEHE,,, i just wanna be real with you guys…. Dudes, i just wanna be Cool and Swag with u guys, Ya dig?? just tryin to kick it chilly willy with my brUhs, ya see what im sayin… and let u know who i is, dawgs”

she stares again at the indifferent class. see? nobody cared. she smiles awkwardly. the second hand embarrassment is slaughtering me. my fucking eyes. please. rachel.

“jesus gave his life for me… and i will give my life for him…………………………………………….

………

"just wanted to get that out there”

she takes her crude hand drawing and promptly returns to her chair.

“thank you rachel.” the teacher says. the audience is aware of her purity and innocence, but also strength and endurance.

rachel sits at her desk with a sigh, plopping her notes onto her table in preparation for the next speaker.

“up next we haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaveeeeeeee….”

“eric and dylan.”

they look up with her, eyebrows raised and knuckles cracked. this video will fucking destroy. this video will fuckin KILL BITCHES!!!

“lets watch their videyyoh… on how they would change the world…”

the teacher pops the dvd labeled “hitmen for hire” into the tape player. she turns off the lights and walks to the back of the class. the tv statics like some sort of Lost Episode creepypasta.

jeffrey dahmer sits on a chair, facing the viewers
“people are always bullying me, i dont like it”
he swirls the chair and two trenchcoated bad bitches walk into the view of the screen. 

Rachel’s disapproving and paranoid eyes rest on the screen, concerned about what this could be about…. this… this isn’t about changing the world for the better? what the heckeroni??’

the video plays in the background as twink nazi smiles condescendingly at rachel. bitch whatcha gonna do? we had to listen to your bullshit

“you know we cant have weahpons on the skewl grounds.. but if you can get them away, we’ll take em’ out for ya. for 2000$, we’ll get rid of them. permanently.”

a white hat nerd walks up the stairs, neandering around, listening to 50 cent in his headphones when suddenly

eric and dylan are pointing pvc-pipe guns at him!!! shitty sound effects play as the jock is defeated.

the classroom is slightly more alert, putting their hands over their mouths in Horrified Shock! , but dead girl is still, of course, dead.

gunshots ring through the room as rachel turns to the teacher “do we have to watch this?”

dylan does a finger gun at the television.

“no, we don’t.” the teacher says. “OOKAAAAAY i think we’ve seen enough!” the teacher yells, turning off the tv

“thaaaaat” dylan begins “would make the world a better place”

O.O

afterwords, rachel’s a-skippin up the stairs, smilin bright like a diamond, when suddenly, 

shes confronted by two trenchcoated figures, cloaked in the darkness of the stairs. they corner her and yell “what’s your problem? >:O”. love this. love how eric and dylan would probably go cry in their room if someone interrupted them, they wouldnt confront them. literally the only time they had balls in their ENTIRE LIVES was nbk, so they wouldnt confront rachel…. just Sayin….

“what?” :0

“i know you did that.” eric snarls

“did what?” :0

“i didnt stop your stupid jesus speech” HOly Shit!!!! boyyyyy HE SAID IT!!!!

dylan speaks up “you think youre better than us?

"no :O… no im not better than anybody.” wow and shes humble????? she has zero flaws omg i love her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! mom i wanna be just like rachel when i grow up.!!!!!!

“oh i know youre not” he gets closer….. cloooserr….

they stare. lock eyes. dream weaver begins to play in the background…

“i gotta get to class.” she stutters, holding back tears.

“youre just like aaahll the others” dylan jeers, striking her in her single nerve,,,, her utter originality,,

“compassion!” eric says “yeah thatll work!!!” wow what a fucking demon??/ what a devil gosh darn!!!!!!!!! i hope he dies at the end of the movie. i hope Both of them die at the end of the movie. that’d make this movie have the BEST ENDING EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ill pray abt it hold on!

the scene fades to black

[Why I Love] - Chpt. 2

Am I Wrong?

Negan x Addison 

A/N: Lots of Negan now and in the next few chapters, I just needed to set up the plot :3 Hope you like it ^.^ **trigger warning: mention of rape, very very light detail nothing too intense, but it is there. 

Chapter 1 || Masterlist 

Originally posted by another-dimension666

“Welcome to paradise! It ain’t fucking much, but it’s the best shit we got in this fucked up world” Negan announced spreading his arms to show off the Sanctuary. I held Toby close, looking at what appeared to be an abandoned factory.

“Delightful” I answered, ignoring the blatant glares I received from the Saviors. I have to remember that we as a group had already killed about thirty of them if not more - they also see me as an enemy. 

“I’ve got the perfect guy who’ll take care of ya” Negan smiled. He turned to flag down a group that were walking our way. I squinted my eyes recognizing a face in the crowd. 

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borntobene  asked:

How would any onepiece character of your choice handle their significant other being mistreated because they are black or any other poc?

got you on this fam. Im going to do this in different situations too for some. 

One Piece characters with their s/o and discrimination  

Zoro

  • He furrows his eyebrows when him and s/o are being followed in a convenient store. First he thinks its cause there pirates. But once he heard that man mutter about watching out for these black folks as if there bound to steal theres a problem
  • That glare he delivers sends shivers down the clerks spine. he backtracks and turns around arms folded, looking down at the man. But its best for you to grab him and make your way out the store 
  • He doesn’t know how to comfort you and looks at you but you shrug it off. He release his frustrating training extra. How you go about telling him how you feel is up to you

X Drake 

  • That chin of ex justice got some high tolerance. 
  • He move himself infront of the perpatrator in order to set distance between you and whoever so they don’t bother you any more and refrain from making any more dumb comments. 
  • But he’s wants to make sure your okay. He’s an amazing listener. Wants you to know he’s always there for you

Boa Hancock

  • Someone calls her s/o ghetto with a negative connotation of course. Probably in there wrong minded thinking of how someone so ghetto can get a woman so great
  • She’s turning there ass to stone 
  • But not before she royally shuts them down and emphasis what a great person her s/o is. And how in comparison with them they are just low scum. 
  • Comforts her s/o, almost babies them in sense. Not for sure if thats the best thing but its her approach. 

Robin

  • gives that scary smile with a serious threat behind it 
  • Someone maybe have passed you, and clutched there purse or personal belonging in fear you steal it and run off with it. 
  • trips the person. 
  • goes to you with a cup tea, book down and sits with you. The smile she gives you is beyond reassuring 

Marco

  • The whitebeard pirates are made up from all walks of life
  • on a side note I totally see the crew having deep discussions like these every now and then. They all have each others backs and yours
  • So he’s prepared for situation. He’s like that calm deadly
  • Wraps a protective arm around you. Or over your shoulder. The look he gives dares that person to say it again 

Sabo 

  • You two at eating at some local diner
  • he notices you shifting uncomfortably and asks you why. Then he hears the murmurs and disapproval of a couple sitting a few tables gossiping about how interracial couples shouldn’t even happen. The doves with the doves, the crows with the crows.
  • the concerned look he gives you kind of breaks your heart. He forgets all about them his focus is on you, and he will reassure you in every possible way.  

Coby 

  • The hurt look on his face 
  • turning into a passionate explanation to the person whoever let out racial derogatory comments. There going to listen soever last word he has to say too 
  • Hell remind you of yourself worth wether your doubting it or not 

Mihawk

  • You two sit down in fancy restaurant he took you too. But they refuse color folks. The piercing look Mihawk gives hem for having the audacity
  • like that person is rethinking there life and decisions at that moment  
  • Takes you home and just makes dinner instead. 
  • He careful with his words, but he ask you how much you go through this. 
  • very caring and soothing Mihawk. Even if you disregard the situation easily 

Luffy

  • You must be asking to the get the shit knocked out of you if you mistreat his s/o in front of him in any way shape or form 
  • is truly confused on how you can hate some one simply based on there appearance. Just. No. 

Kuzan

  • While he was after losing his marine position, and looking like a hobo the side way glances he gets oh boy. Some don’t recognize him, some do. 
  • He brushes them all off. Too chill for that. 
  • He has all the patience in the world, and I see him taking his s/o out of that situation and maybe sharing there experiences with discrimination   

Smoker

  • Is there some discrimination law he can arrest them with 
  • I imagine this going as him and his s/o strolling down the street and someone under there breathe whispers something like damn black person, and Smoker stopping in his tracks. Now you need to be his sense of logic in this. 
  • The glare never leaves his face. It stays on his mind the entire night and he wonders damn my s/o goes through this what every day? and just feels so angry

Kidd

  • Does Kidd even know of a peaceful approach
  • or calming his anger. Doubt it. Therefore if you disrespect his s/o you disrepsecting him. 
  • Probably at some bar you two walked in with his crew. Then they said they don’t serve colored people. The bar no longer is in establishment 

Doffy

  • He gets them secretly taken care of and disposed. 
  • Doesn’t do that comfort shit. 
  • I felt like he prejudice ideals on some races too. With his kingly mindset and all 

Law 

  • Im going to use the scene with the negative comments on him and s/o being a interracial couple as well 
  • stops what he’s doing and just looks at the person. Staring into their soul and judging the shit out of them. Debates turning to his s/o immediately or dismembering the racist. 
  • Bepo knows. Take it for what Wanda said 
  • If his s/o doesn’t want to talk about it sure, but its not going to stop him from thinking about.

Nami

  • I really wanted to do Nami for this one 
  • She knows full well you shouldn’t judge someone by there appearance. 
  • and won’t get violent but she will tell the racist off. Apologizes profoundly to her s/o even though it wasn’t her doing she just, feels bad. mainly angry 

stuff I’ve heard people in the trans community say recently (transphobic edition)

- transitioning medically is transphobic

- having gender dysphoria (in general) is transphobic

- you can choose to be trans

- people are trans because they don’t fit societies gender roles

- people are trans because of how their parents raised them

- binary trans people are just “submitting to the cisheteropatriarchy”

- gender and gender roles are “literally the same thing”

- All gnc people are trans

- All drag queens/kings are inherently trans

- “being trans is just a political movement”

- being a stealth trans person is transphobic

I have no joke heard trans people say this. People who actively participate in the community have said this, guys. On this note, lately lgbt stuff has been really tiring. I love running this page, I love posting positivity and resources, and I’m not going to stop, but I do want to ask that everyone really look into the community and try to identify the toxic things going on that no one is pointing out. Recently, a lot of problems have arisen to the point where it feels like we just went full circle. I’ve been in the community, actively, for about 6 years now and it has started to really worry me that people are adopting such damaging ideas. We need to start talking about this stuff. We need to start communicating. We need to start realizing that yes, trans people can be transphobic. It’s insane some of the mainstream ideas I have seen in this community lately, and I’m tired because this isn’t just a political identity to me, this is my life. We need to stop treating this as a joke. Anyway, I don’t know how to end this other than to say I’m really drained about everything going on recently. So yeah. Thanks for reading.

I have a few things to say about Nathan Chen

I know we are all surprised of Nathan’s performances this WC, he wasn’t his usual self, he didn’t get his crazy quads and he didnt score like we all know he can, and boi let me tell you that if you feel disappointed of him Im going to ask you to reconsider.
This is the living proof that skaters, even tho we dont want to hear it, are humans too and have limits. Asking Nathan to perform a 6 quad program after just being able to do 5 for the US Nationals its laughable, honestly.
Im definitely not saying Nathan is not capable of doing it (hell, even if I was, he’s known for proving everyone wrong), but lets remember he’s only 17 years old, probably hasn’t even stopped growing yet and has a long way to go, not only as a skater but as a person too.
Im confident that Nathan will one day become one of the greatest skaters in history, but he’s still a teenager. And here’s when I point out what the real issue is.
As a coach, it was very irresponsible for Rafael to let him go ahead and do the 6 quads. Nathan was pushing himself too hard and Rafael should have been the one to contain him, as he’s more experienced than Chen.
To watch his fs was painful, at some point I felt like he didn’t want to jump anymore, and that broke my heart to pieces. Coaches shouldn’t only care about rankings and physical integrity, but also keep their morals up and drive going.
To summarize:
Nathan I love you and Im proud of you
Rafael you need to step it down a notch
Helsinki more like HELLsinki amirite???