it fits in my hand perfectly

kurokirichan  asked:

im pretty sure there's a comic on here somewhere about bokuaka hand sizes and it's like bokuto is super cold so he takes akaashis gloves and is like 'umm why are your gloves so big were they a gift and you got the wrong size?' akaashis all like 'no they fit my hands perfectly' so bo is all like oh shiiiiit what?? so they compare hand sizes and they find out akaashis are bigger and hold hands indead and i stg when i read it i honestly died a little like so pure and domestic :')

YES!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THAT COMIC?

I JUST SEARCHED THROUGH MY BOKUAKA TAG (which is AHEM… extensive) AND FOUND IT YAY!!

The cutest bokuaka comic ever.

IT’S SO PURE AND CUTE I LOVE

“why don’t you try to talk to him, to work things out?” her sister asks.
“because when you love someone, you want what’s best for them, even if it’s not you anymore. you want the person to be happy, and i can’t remember the last time i made him happy. there was a time when he was the best thing for me and i hope i was the best thing for him, but that time has passed. now all we did was hurt each other with cruel words and painful actions. and i don’t want that for him; i want happiness for him, not disfunction. and that’s what we ended up being. so i’m going to let him go; not because i want to, but because i have to,” she answers while looking at her hands where his once fit perfectly.
Babe, where’s my razor?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None (fluff)

Word count: 979

Summary: The reader can’t stand Dean shaving all the time so she takes action!

A/N: Have you guys ever fantasized about Dean’s facial hair? If your answer is yes, this is the perfect fic for you!

It all started on a hunt a while back when you and Dean were stuck in a motel in the middle of nowhere. Dean had forgotten to pack his razor and since there was no drugstore in sight, he didn’t care which resulted in the sexy scruff that was starting to show itself on his cheeks.

Of course you didn’t mind. The opposite was the case actually. Watching him sit at the coffee table with his left elbow propped up, his heavenly scruffy face resting on his hand, was a view you thoroughly enjoyed.

Sadly, the morning after you guys returned to the bunker your new favorite thing about Dean was gone. You could have simply told him to keep it but you couldn’t stand seeing that self-satisfied smirk you were sure would play across his full lips once you admitted your weakness.

The next time you went on a hunt Dean did not forget to pack his razor, much to your disappointment.

But you came up with something that would hopefully work. Now it was your turn to smirk.

“I’m going to grab us something to eat. I’ll be back in half an hour,” your gorgeous, green-eyed boyfriend told you before he left the room.

Time to get to work.

You made your way to Dean’s duffel bag and after searching through it for a few seconds you found the evil object which kept that amazing scruff away from you.

Discarding it quickly you stood in the middle of the room but your victory was short lived. You knew Dean would go to the drugstore next to the motel to get a new one when he wouldn’t be able to find it, so you needed a backup plan.

Some may think that you were crazy for doing this but you didn’t care. You were firmly determined to go to all extents in order to accomplish your mission.

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Day One Hundred and Eighteen

-An infant came through, shrieking until no end unless their one simple demand was met: a bag of marshmallows in which to bury their face. I feel a great deal of understanding for this child, and I will undoubtedly make use of this coping strategy in the future.

-Multiple dogs have come through the store today,each brightening my day enough to more than make up for the stormy skies. A guest could purchase a stuffed Minion and slap me in the face with it and I still would not mind. All that matters now is the puppers.

-A mother turned her back to her four year-old daughter for a split second, who, with an immediacy that left no doubt of premeditation, ran to an empty register and began shining the hand scanner into her eyes. My crew has been in need of a classic wild card for some time now, and I believe I may have found a perfect fit.

-I passed a woman wearing a shirt that read, “I Love Jesus A Little.” I appreciate the honesty here. After all, JC has always struck me as the kind of guy who values being real over telling him what he wants to hear.

-An eerie spell has fallen over the shopping center. Despite the vibrant landscapes outside being perfectly lit in the most picturesque way, the sky is covered in a deep black, nearly purple covering of clouds. The store is constantly fluctuating from full and crowded to nary a shopper to be seen, yet at no point is anything more or less than a muffled buzz heard. Every thirty minutes I look at a clock, only to see that only five have gone by. I know not what is causing this metamorphosis from storefront to purgatory. I can only hope that it passes soon, or, if it does not, that I am compensated properly.

-A toddler systematically discarded items as she was pushed through the store, tossing them by the wayside as they went. She knew precisely what the most valuable item in that cart was, and she would not stand for competition.

-A family came through my lane. The father placed a stuffed stormtrooper on the counter and, gesturing to his son, said, “This is his buddy.” Next, he put up several bags of mini chocolate eggs, remarking, “And these are going to be my buddies.” Finally, he told me of his wife, “And this, this is her buddy,” before placing a therapeutic massager on my counter. No living soul will ever know the truth of who was the most uncomfortable in this situation, but I will contest to my dying day that it was me.

-A man hurriedly approached my register and, in a deep and commanding voice, addressed me, “How you doing, chief?” Caught off-guard by my new promotion, I quickly scanned his purchase of girls underwear and leggings. He finished paying and told me, “Don’t bother bagging it, we’ve had an incident,” and, items stowed under his arm, hurried back off towards the sales floor. I sent with him my best wishes and a sticker for our fallen soldier.

Fake Chats #151
  • Jimin: my hands are so small.
  • Jungkook: small and cute.
  • Jimin: I wish they were a little but bigger.
  • Taehyung: I don't.
  • Jimin: it makes holding onto stuff harder.
  • Hoseok: but they fit into our hands perfectly.
  • Jimin: they're like baby hands and I'm not a baby.
  • Yoongi: you're the best kind of baby, our baby.
  • Jimin: I don't like that it's so noticeable.
  • Namjoon: most people look at your mochi face anyway.
  • Jimin: it definitely doesn't help with my mochi vibe.
  • Seokjin: you don't like your mochi vibe? Everyone loves your mochi vibe.
  • Jimin: my hands...
  • Jungkook: are smol and we love them, so you should too.
  • Jimin: why do you get to be a giant baby and I have to be the tiny hyung?
  • Jungkook: because it's adorable, so just deal with it. See? Our hands fit so nicely. And your head can lean on my shoulder. It's nice.
  • Jimin: okay.
  • BTS:
  • Yoongi: I'm small too.
  • Hoseok: and you're adorable too.
our little family pt.4 | park jimin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3 4

AN: mAN THIS ONE IS A LONG ONE BUT EEEEK ITS MY FAV PART SO ENJOY GUYS!!!

Reader’s POV

Readjusting your hat on your head, you rested a hand on your hip before wiping away the sweat that trickled down the side of you face. Who would’ve known that the day you had planned a field trip for the kids was the day of the record highest temperature your city had seen in the last decade.

Clearly you didn’t, because here you were with twenty sweaty, hungry and excited children all screaming and attacking you at once.

“Ms.L/N! Ms.L/N?! MS.L/N~” the children yelled, snapping you out of your trance, the heat making your head spin.

Looking down at the two children tugging at your skirt, they pointed towards the playground nearby and begged, “Can we all go play at the playground over there Ms.L/N? Please~” as they continued to put on their puppy faces, knowing well enough how irresistible they were to you.

Sighing, you nodded and immediately after, the rest of the children followed the two, running towards the playground and attacking the swings, slides and see-saws with all their might.

“Be careful! And don’t figh- Minjae-ah! Get off Eunhae!” you yelled in exasperation, picking up your bag and trudging your way to the playground ahead. Finding a spot in the shade, under a big tree, you set down your stuff on the bench beside it. 

Taking a walk around, you made sure all your kids were playing together, none of them hurting one another or themselves, at the least.

After you finished breaking up a fight over the sandbox, got a screaming kid off the monkey bars who was too afraid to let go and trying your hardest to calm down a crying child who accidentally stepped on an ant and killed it, you went to sit under a large oak tree, wanting to be away from the blinding sun.

Why are children so difficult to handle?  you helplessly thought to yourself as you momentarily laid back against the tree trunk, your eyes fluttering close.

Just then you felt something wet stain your arm.

As you peeked your eyes open, you looked up to see a crow sitting on a branch as it blinked at you, making you slowly look down to your right arm.

“You did not.” you gasped as you looked back up at the crow and down at the large pool of shit it left on your arm.

After blinking at your for a bit, almost mockingly, it flew away making you mutter a couple words you knew you shouldn’t have said with all these children around.

As you made your way to the bench where all your stuff were, you pulled out your water bottle and washed the sticky mess from your arm. Casually looking around the playground, you started to make a mental count of all your kids, when suddenly your eyes went wide.

It was as if it all happened in slow motion.

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instant gratification 2.5 (m)

Originally posted by flippitt

➾ 10.6k 

➾warnings: smut, pregnancy mention (as applies to IG2)

➾jk’s POV of IG2 as heavily requested!

instant gratification 01 | 02


This party sucks. 

His phone screen is dark and it mocks him even as he pastes on a smile for the girl currently cuddling into his side. What was her name again? Ye Eun? Eunha? 

Fuck if he knows.

All he knows is that you’re not replying to his texts, and he needs to get drunk asap before he does something stupid like call you. The girl he currently has his arm around beckons to her friend from a distance away, and Jeongguk tries his best to keep his eyes off her tits in her low cut tube dress as she approaches with a giggle.

“Jeongguk, right?” Girl number 2 sidles up to his unoccupied side and he immediately feels her breasts against his arm. They’re firm to the touch, which either means that they’re entirely fake, or that there’s enough padding in her bra for it to be a bulletproof vest.

Either way, yours feel a million times better.

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Bubble Bath with Negan

For Ash’s 2k writing challenge! As you can probably guess by the title, I chose the bubble bath prompt. I hope you all enjoy reading it, and let me know what you think! Also, I’m not sure why on some, the “keep reading” thing isn’t visible. So if you can’t see it, just go to my blog. The full post is there. 😉

Summary: Negan has been stressed out lately, so you decide to give him a night of relaxation… ;)

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Swearing, Unprotected Sex.

Characters: Negan & You

Words: 1977

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Living at the sanctuary was usually great. Most everyone here got along pretty well, with the exception of a few ungrateful workers. As one of Negan’s wives, you had no right to complain. Life was pretty much as great as it could be, given the circumstances. Negan and the Saviors had found you in the woods one day, half out of your mind and very sick. They brought you back, gave you a place to stay, food, medicine, and well, exactly what it’s called. They gave you a sanctuary.

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you know what? and this is why even understood isak. he understood why isak was so hesitant to make the thing between them public, he understood homophobia and he saw how internalized it was for isak, because he went through something very, very similar. this is why when isak’s friend asks him where he forgot his snapback, even tells them in the cafeteria. this is why even never pressures him to come out, never gets upset with him for being timid. he doesn’t get upset when isak lies to eskild, and part of that is because what he has with isak is just so fucking great, and isak is worth waiting for.

this is why even is so patient. when isak goes in for a kiss in front of the cafe, and he backs off, even just laughs and smiles, because it’s okay. it’s okay that he isn’t ready for that, it’s okay that he’s still coming to terms with his sexuality and what it all means in the grand scheme of things (isak is one for the parallel universes, after all) and it’s okay because it’s them and they’re together and that’s all that really matters.

and when isak is ready, even is there to support him, to guide him through it, to squeeze his hand metaphorically and physically, because he knows that’s what isak needs (he’d wished someone like that had been there for him in the past, but it’s okay because seeing the expression on isak’s face reminds him that he was strong and now he can be strong for other people, too) and that’s what makes him such a great boyfriend, and why isak and even fit so perfectly together.

Unlike Him

With your brother Archie and dad out of the house, you invite over Jughead. Quickly you let out your feelings for him, which leads to sex. But afterwards it seems that Jughead had changed his mind. In the following weeks you realize something, something that may change both of your lives.

Part 2

Part 3

Warning: Smut

This is my first Riverdale imagine. Sorry if it’s bad I haven’t written in a long time. Let me know if you guys like it and if you want a part 2!

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With the recent murders in my hometown of Riverdale I felt uncomfortable as I tried falling asleep with my brother, Archie, and dad gone, visiting my mom in Chicago (a trip with I happily opted out of).  So I called the only person I knew who would make me feel safe.

  Soon enough I heard a knock on the front door. Running down stairs, I opened up the door to Jughead. Pulling him into a hug, I thanked him for coming. We made our way up to my bedroom, both laying down on the bed, turning on the TV, to see what was on.

    After a while of trying to find something good on TV, I moved from my position with my head on Jugheads chest to siting up.

  “I am so bored,” I whined to him. “There is nothing on this stupid TV and there’s nothing to do.”

Jughead laughed, “Of course there isn’t, it’s 1 am.”

With that I let out a sigh, dramatically falling onto Jugheads, still laying body.  Finally an idea came to me. This might just be the perfect time to make my move. The move where I finally let Jughead know I’ve had a crush on him since the 3rd grade, when he told me I could play with Archie and him, even though Archie tried kicking me out… my knight in shining armor.  I tried getting over it, I really did. He was my brother’s best friend, and a matter of fact my best friend too, I couldn’t ruin I and make everything awkward. I made myself do all the things to try to get as far away from him as possible; I even went as far as to join the River Vixens Freshman year. But I guess it was hopeless. I could barely keep my eyes off him tonight, due to his shirtless body, his excuse being that it was “too hot”.  I just wanted to pounce.  

  I finally realized Jughead had been trying to get my attention, but I had just been staring of into space. Well I needed to tell him, I decided. However, I had my fingers crossed that he felt the same way.  

Still on top of him, I sat up, making it so that I was straddling him, then I began to speak, “Jughead, I, uh, I need to tell you something. Just let me talk and then you can tell me how you feel. I- I’ve been in love you since the 3rd grade. I’ve tried to push these feelings down, I really have, but I just can’t. I just couldn’t keep this from you any longer. I completely understand if you don’t feel that way. Just tell me and I’ll never mention it to you again. I-,” suddenly you were cut off.

Jughead had leaned up and kissed me. I basked in the feeling of his warm lips on mine, however it did not last as long as I would have liked.

“That’s a yes, I like you too,” he responded.

Smiling we kissed again, with Jughead suddenly flipping us over, making it so he was on top.  After that he put his hands on my waist, slowly raising them under my shirt, as mine made their way to his neck. Our kiss became more intense, our lips battling one another over dominance, but I already knew it was a losing battle. His lips slowing moved to my neck, sucking on it, leaving what I am sure would be clearly visible hickeys. Once he reached a certain spot, I couldn’t hold in the noises anymore, letting out a moan. I could feel Jughead smirking against my skin, and it seemed my noises pushed him further and he quickly, separated himself to take my shirt off, thankfully he was already shirtless.

As we began to kiss again, I realized that even though this was slightly awkward, Jughead clearly knew what he was doing and ourbodys seemed to fit perfectly together. I could feel his hard on against your leg growing, which just made me want him more, causing to begin to grind up into him, causing him to let a barely there moan. Quickly he began to take off my bra, and move his lips down to my nipples. He focus on sucking the right when, as his hand moved to the other. He made quick work of going back and forth until finally he seemed to have enough. Separating himself from me he began to talk of my pants, and I started to undo his belt buckle. He made quick work of my pants, standing up and pulling the all the way off my legs, along with my panties. Quickly doing the same to his jeans and boxers afterwards.

  Lying back on top of me, he began to kiss me again. Slowly his hands worked their way down my body. Once he reached my core he looked up into my eyes checking to see if I was okay with this. I quickly nodded; I was dying to feel something. Slowly he began to put one, then two in, moving the slowly in and out. I could tell he was teasing me, from the smug grin on his face, listening to my desperate moans.

Finally having enough of his teasing I begged him, “Please, faster.”

  Thankfully, having mercy on me he began to speed up. Keeping up the pace, I started getting close to my orgasm, but suddenly he stop. Despite my anger of not being allowed to cum, I knew what he was going to do which made it all better.

  Jughead looked up at me, while he lined himself up to my core and slowly began to push in. God, was he big, I wasn’t a virgin, but I had definitely never been with a guy who had as much as he did, causing it to slightly hurt as he pushed himself in. I grabbed onto his biceps, digging crevices with my nails as he finally was all the way in. After a second he slowly began moving in and out, creating a natural rhythm.

I could see he was restraining himself from going as fast as he wanted to, just so he could make sure I was comfortable first, “It’s ok, you can go faster.”

After my words he became ramping up his pace. As he began to hit just the spot I cried out, moving my hands to his scratch his back. He clearly got the message, he just that place as fast and hard as he could. He wanted to make sure I came before he did, so he moved his hand down to by clit, quickly rubbing it.

Before I knew it I was there, moaning out his name. A seconds after I came, he also did too.  As he pulled out, he rolled off, pulling me into his arms. It was already late, and with such a workout, we both quickly feel asleep.

I awoke to Jughead, getting out of bed and beginning to get dressed. I looked at my clock seeing that it was only 4 am, I wondered where he was going.

Sitting up I asked, “Leaving so soon, where are you going? It’s still dark out.”

  I seemed to have surprised him and he quickly turned to me, with a look on his face I couldn’t quite make out.

“I, um, I need to leave. Us… This was a mistake, it never should have happened. I’m sorry,” he quickly spoke, trying to avoid looking in my eyes.

Tears started coming to my eyes. How could he say that? I thought he felt the same way. This was Jughead, were talking about, he wasn’t one ot say something then take it back.

“Th-that’s not true. You said you liked me too,” I began.

“Yes it is, I completely regret this happening. Now I have to go. I’ll see you at school or something” he said and with that he was out the door.

How could this happen? I quickly called the only 2 people I could think of.

Soon enough Betty and Veronica arrived. I quickly told them what had happened through my tears. Veronica, being who she is threatened to make him regret every being born, making me laugh. For the rest of that night that was there goal, making me laugh and realize I am better without him.

At lunch a few weeks later, Veronica, Betty, Kevin, and me were all sitting outside the school at our usually picnic table. We had been talking about boys again. So of course Jughead came up. We were all still baffled by the fact that he acted the way he did.

“Well at least he wore a condom, so you can’t have his evil demon spawn,” Kevin said trying to lighten to mood.

Everyone burst out laughing, except for me. He did wear a condom… didn’t he?  I tried thinking back to that night. I quickly realized that I had no condoms, in my room and unless Jughead was just carrying one around with him, it meant that he hadn’t worn one. As soon as that realization came to me, I quickly sat up beginning to sprint into the school, running past both my brother and Jughead, who were headed to the table.

At the table everyone looked around, with Kevin saying, “I thought it was funny, I wasn’t trying to hurt her feeling.”

Quickly the two girls thought about it and realized there was a reason I was running, and it wasn’t because Kevin hurt my feeling. Suddenly they jumped up too, running after me.

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My New Audio Sigil Method

A little while ago I tried my hand at making an audio sigil. I like how it turned out, but it was a bit too complex. The range of tones was just too great. It was great to make a track and just listen to it, but I wanted something that I could easily play on the piano, hum, or whistle. So, I rethought how I chose the tones that represented the letters of the alphabet. I decided to use just one octave of notes, no sharps or flats, just the 8 notes starting on C. After I dropped the vowels, the letters fit perfectly. Here’s what I came up with.

Note = Letter of alphabet

  • C = B, K, S
  • D = C, L, T
  • E = D, M, V
  • F = F, N, W
  • G = G, P, X
  • A = H, Q, Y
  • B = J, R, Z

Getting from a statement of intent to musical notes looks like this. “I sleep peacefully” get rid of vowels and repeated consonants “SLPCFY” translate into musical notes “CDGDFA.”  Now my audio sigil is quite simple and easily played/sung/hummed/whistled/etc.

Here, let me play it for you.

I am very happy with how this method turned out. It will be pretty easy to whip up a sigil in the morning for that day and whistle it as I go about my business.

Your Body Is My Wonderland (smut)

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Requested: no (Fluff in the beginning) 

Word count: 4,224

I was resting my back against Shawn’s broad chest, while his fingers were running through my wet newly washed hair. We were chilling in bed, watching movies after a long day for the both of us. We were sipping beers, celebrating this day finally coming to an end.

I was tucked tightly into a blanket, feeling Shawn place tender kisses on my neck once in a while. His arms were tightly shut around my body, making every inch of my skin feel tickly just by his faint yet loving touches.

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I Was Here | Pt. 2

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x ??

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1161

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Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

Originally posted by chokaivlicious


❥ “Although I was the one who was waiting for you, someone else got you.”


Love.

From a small age on, your mother had always taught you that love was something very beautiful and precious. Every time she’d talked about love, her eyes sparkled and a laughter welled up on her lips. She told you that love was able to make a person happy, that love was able to make you smile, trust and treasure someone. But she had never told you that love could be cruel. That it was able to hurt you. That it could be the reason for your tears. That it was able to destroy you..

You would never have imagined that such a short word would be capable to do such things to you.

 Until you met your husband..


“I’m sorry, Y/N. I hope you find the happiness you’ve been pretending to have as soon as possible but as you said, I’m not giving up on her..“

After hearing those words, your whole body strained as it convulsed in pain. Slowly, you stepped out of his arms and wiped your tears away.

You looked into your husband’s eyes. Those eyes that always sparkled whenever they saw your best friend were now looking at you like they were hollow.

He chose her.

A sarcastic laugh escaped your mouth. “So that’s it then? You make me fall for you without the intention of catching me, I let you in and trust you with my heart and you just abandon me like it never meant a thing. You expect me to just be able to go on with my life like nothing ever happened. Like we never got married. Like we never lived in the same house for two years. Like I never loved you..”

Taehyung averted his eyes and run his fingers trough his silky hair. He took a step forward in order to reach out for you but stopped when he saw how you backed away. “I never gave you hope, Y/N..”

“I never said that you gave me hope, Taehyung.”

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head a little bit. “What do you want then?”

Taking a deep breath, you tried to hold your tears back. “I want you to give me hope..” 

You watched how your husband’s confused expression changed when he understood what you were trying to say. “Y/N, I’m really sorry.. I just can’t let her go. She needs me..”

Another sarcastic laugh escaped your mouth. “And what about me, Taehyung? What if I need you more than you can imagine? I don’t know if you care but I love you..”

“Then stop loving me, Y/N! I don’t need your love! I already told you that I’m in love with her! What else should I do so that you can understand it?! I don’t want you in my life!”

“Taehyung!” You heard Hani hiss beside your husband.

The minute Taehyung realized what he said, his eyes widened and he tried to reach out for you for the second time but your best friend held his hand in order to stop him.

You stared at their intertwined fingers. They fit perfectly as if they were made for each other.

Right before your husband could say anything, you turned around so that they couldn’t see the new tears that were ready to roll down your face and hissed. “Get out!”

“Y/N I-”

“I SAID GET OUT!”

Stay. I need you more than you think..


It has been two weeks since you last saw him. Hours have passed, days have passed, weeks have passed. But the pain that you felt in your chest didn’t. On the contrary, it was hurting more and more as time passed on.

You knew that you have passed your time with fake joys. Every memory with him was permanent in your mind. It wouldn’t want to leave nor would it like to understand that it was hurting you.

How should you cope with all those memories all by yourself? He was replacing those memories with her, whereas you were holding tight to them because they were the only things that remained of him.

Was it really time for you to let go? Was it really time to give up on him?


You were sitting in front of your husband and best friend, fiddling with the hem of your dress that you decided to wear since they invited you to this fancy restaurant because they wanted to tell you something, as they said, very important.

They looked the same, happy and in love, while the heavy bags under your eyes were shouting that you were the only one hurting and suffering.

You cleared your voice in order to get their attention and smiled at them with a fake smile plastered on your lips. “So? Why did you two invite me here?”

Hani smiled brightly at you. “We want to tell you something very important, Y/N!”

She looked really happy and excited. You raised your eyebrows and tilted your head, showing them that you were ready to hear whatever they were planning to say.

Suddenly, Hani lifted her left hand that was wearing a ring and beamed loudly. “We’re getting married!”

The minute you heard those words, you felt like you were hit by a truck. Shocked, you averted your eyes to Taehyung for the first time that night. He wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were fixed on her smiling face, his face not showing any sign of hurt or shame.

This time, you looked down at your hand and at the ring that was gracing your finger.

He wasn’t yours. He never was.

You closed your eyes for a short time in order to control your tears. When you were ready, you looked up at them with yet again the fake smile on your lips. “C-Congratulations!”

You watched how Hani kissed your husbands cheek before thanking you. 

Why was everything starting to get blurry?

“We also wanted to ask when you would sign the divorce papers that Taehyung sent you weeks ago.” Hani added with a now forced smile on her lips.

“I-I..”

“Y/N!”

Suddenly, you felt a strong grip around your wrist that yanked you up from your chair and pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

Before you could see who it was or understand what was happening, the unknown person leaned down to your ear and whispered. “I know you don’t know me but don’t say anything. Just play along.”

Leaning back, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and smiled brightly when he saw your shocked and confused face. Tapping your nose with his index finger, he chuckled loudly before hugging you tighter. “Yah, aren’t you happy to see your boyfriend?”

Wait, what?!

Words are at the end of my tongue, my lips are so close to yours, and I keep on wondering how perfectly my hands would fit with yours. But oh, I’m back here. Staring and hoping for you. Just screaming on the inside, how much I love you.
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P.G.G

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Peter Capaldi emailed. He was mostly happy (that’s Glasgow for ecstatic) but had a couple of thoughts. I read the email on my phone, held discreetly under a restaurant table as I was out for dinner with friends - they’d never have suspected a thing if I hadn’t shouted, ‘I’ve got an email from Doctor Who!!’

I agreed with the first of his points immediately, but wasn’t sure about the second. Peter is always clever, though, so I promised to give it a go. 

The next day I say down to my third draft. And I mean third draft. Because you can’t just fiddle about with a couple of scenes, you have to start from the beginning again. You need to know the new stuff fits. So you start at the foot and of the mountain and climb it all over again, making sure that all the hand-holds still work. Everything must still link together, the new stuff must look like it was always there - like it’s necessary. And you know what? Peter’s first point worked perfectly well, but his second- a subtle realignment of the Doctor’s attitude in the final scenes - was bang on the money. The ending was suddenly so much better. Doctor Who is always right.

—  Steven Moffat on Peter’s input to the Christmas special script (DWM)
Hacking a Cheap Wacom Tablet

When I received my Intuos5 in 2012, I expected it to turn me into a drawing grand master with all the cool extra functions it had.

I was a bit disappointed to find out that it drew exactly like my old Bamboo, except the pen was nicer to hold. Since then, I’ve tried not to throw more money at Wacom than I absolutely have to. 

I’m currently using a medium Wacom ONE, which is Wacom’s cheapest tablet. The pressure sensitivity is great, and it draws perfectly well. However, it’s less comfortable to use compared to my previous Wacom tablets. Since I do use the tablet for hours every day I decided to do a bit of DIY!


1)     Changing the nib

The Wacom tablet pen comes with the default plastic nib which works but I like the other nibs better.

I found that the white-tipped flex nibs are nice for smooth, worn out tablet surfaces. I used them a lot last year when I did digital painting.

Nowadays, I spend a lot of time sketching and doing detailed lineart on the computer. I find the grey felt tips more suited for this task, for they provide a more pencil-like texture.

The nibs used to be marketed as only compatible with professional range tablets. Honestly, though, they work with any cheap Wacom tablet! I’ve tried these nibs on my old Bamboo Pen and Intuos Draw and they fit just fine.


2)     Protecting the surface with Bristol Board

Ever since I started working on my comic in 2015, I spend around 3 hours using my tablet every day. I managed to create a smooth shiny bald patch on this tablet in a month.

I couldn’t find any good surface protectors on the internet so I experimented with different types of papers.


So far, my favourite is the Bristol Board. It has an extremely fine paper texture that comes pretty close to the original surface texture of the tablet.

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I was at a meeting for a job yesterday with my friends and I had on a power rangers shirt. and this cute girl starts talking to us about it. my friend mentioned that our squad assigned whos who from PR (2017) because they fit us all perfectly. And her eyes go wide and she goes “which one of you is trini?” And I raised my hand and she grabbed both my hands and went “GO ON A DATE WITH ME” and gave me her number so… that was the best moment of my life (she totally reminded me of kim so it makes sense)