it really bothered me im sorry

  • person: *talks about something they're passionate about even if I don't know much about it or can relate too much*
  • person: aAAH I'M SORRY I SHOULD STOP TALKING SORRY FOR BOTHERING-
  • me: Listen. Listen. I love listening to what you're passionate about. It's fun listening. You don't have to apologize. It's good talking about things you like. Enjoy yourself.

anonymous asked:

Hey Viria, sorry to bother you but this is something I really need to talk about with someone and your blog has always been a safe space to me. I'm turning 20 this year and I've never been in love, nor have I had a boyfriend/girlfriend before. I don't know, if I'm too picky or if my standards are to high, but I never felt something like a crush before. I don't know if it's normal but I really just want to feel having butterflies in my tummy. I don't know what to do or what is wrong with me.

there’s nothing wrong with you, please don’t think this way! 

There are few things I can offer about this:

- don’t feel alone if the insecurity you feel is connected to the age, you aren’t alone, there are so many young people in their twenties who hasn’t been in relationship before. Even for me, even though I had minor school crushes, I only had one relationship and it wasn’t serious and I now know it wasn’t love. So for me it happened when I turned 22.

- it might be that you feel the red flags about people and haven’t met someone you connect to yet. I know a few people who are close to their 20s but haven’t had crushes before, it’s normal too, we all are different.

- movies always make us feel like we have to be in love to be complete, because EVERY teenager is in love in the movies. They show the morally high educated girls and say they always have to be in love to be good. Don’t be too pressured by the movies; they aren’t real life.

- as for butterflies: they aren’t always good. I mentioned minor crushes I had: I used to have all the knees buckling, heartbeating too fast, and I have to say that it wasn’t the healthiest. With as much as I had of physical stuff happening, I could never even talk to that person. So..not feeling the butterflies, but feeling warm and cosy and content and just, very secure, is what I think matters more. Deep connection matters more. Attraction is important too, of course, but the physical stuff fades over time, bonding stays.

- THE LAST BUT NOT LEAST. Try looking up aromantiсism, asexuality, demisexuality. I am not the most educated person with this; but there are people who don’t feel romantic or sexual attraction towards others. There are people who need to really spiritually and mentally bond with someone to start being attracted to them. You might be aromantic or asexual or demisexual!

Hope it helps at least a bit, remember you aren’t alone and there are always people who feel the way you do! You will have it all figured out soon, don’t worry<3

Daddy?

lol at the title i’m so sorry but like i couldn’t resist LOL sry if this is a giant vacuole of shit, but like the lil idea popped into my head, and so instead of requesting it from someone else, I thought i’d give a go at writing. But as you all probs know… i’m a double science major so i can’t write worth shat… lawls. anyways, idk why i can’t do anything without rambling. Enjoy this. It gave me a good chuckle.

word count: idk… a lot? 


You wake up early this morning from the urgent sense to throw up. You try to be as discreet and quiet as possible so you don’t wake your snoozing husband, Shawn, who is laying in the bed next to you, but your old New York City apartment squeaks if you breathe the wrong way.

You ditch any effort of silence, though, when you feel the puke coming on, and within a matter of seconds you are hunched over the toilet bowl. As you are hurling your guts out, you feel a warm hand settle on your back and another move the baby hairs out of your face that have fallen out of your sleepy bun. 

When you can’t puke anymore, you sit there almost draped over the toilet with your forehead resting on the seat. You never get sick like this. You haven’t puked since your freshman year of Uni, and that was only the result of an excessive amount of alcohol consumed during that infamous Delta Sig Frat party. 

“Baby, are you okay? You don’t feel fevered or anything. Do you think you have food poisoning?” Shawn asks you after a few minutes when he decides you’re probably not going to throw up anymore. 

“I don’t know, we didn’t eat anything weird for dinner last night. I don’t know what it could be.” You reply back, looking at the concern in his honey brown eyes. You get up off the floor and move to the sink to brush your teeth to try and get the horrible after taste out of your mouth.

In the middle of rinsing out your mouth, you start counting on your fingers after a thought pops into your head. 

You’re late. 

You drop the toothbrush in its holder and run to your closet trying to find some yoga pants and a t shirt to throw on.

“Babe, what… where are you going?” Shawn asks, following you back into the bedroom. 

“I’m late” is all you say over and over again. You can’t find a t shirt of your own, so you hop over the bed to Shawn’s closet. You grab your favorite t shirt of his– the grey one with the Hogwarts crest on it– and his maroon hoodie that he swears you wear more than he does, and throw them on over some yoga pants, putting on your adidas sneakers right after. 

“Hon, late for what? It’s Saturday.” He says, coming up to you and placing both of his hands on your shoulders to stop you from racing around the room like a maniac. 

You stop moving at his touch and look right into his eyes, “I’m late, Shawn. I’m two weeks late.”

His eyes widen with surprise and his lips form an “O”. 

“So..are you…does this mean…” He stutters, trying to form a coherent thought, but the idea of being a dad swirling around in his head is keeping him from being able to process.

“I don’t know… maybe? I gotta… i gotta go to the drugstore. Get a pregnancy test or something, right?” 

You’re just as baffled as him. You’re both at the peak of your careers right now,  so you never chanced unprotected sex. You’re about to graduate medical school and he is just three months away from releasing his fifth album.The thought of being parents was always super exciting and something the both of you wanted to do, but it always seemed so far into the future. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant now.


You return from the store about an hour later with 6 pregnancy tests (”I didn’t know what kind to get or what brand to get or what would be the most accurate or really anything about pregnancy tests or pregnancy in general because i’m only 24!”) and run into the bathroom so that you can take them. You pick the first one out of the bag and rip it open. As you’re peeing on the little stick, all you can think is “Please God, don’t let it be positive. Don’t let it be positive.”

Shawn keeps knocking on the door trying to get you to let him in, but you can’t. You can’t have him in here if you find out that you’re about to stall his career with a baby. 

The timer on your phone rings signaling that the test is done, but you don’t even flinch. Shawn hears the sound through the door and starts knocking again. 

“Y/n, please, I need to be in there with you. This isn’t just you. I’m the… I’m the dad.” He says softly through the door. You take a deep breath in and out. He’s right. This is happening to the both of you, not just to you. You decide to let him in before  you look at the results. 

At your first little jiggle of the handle to unlock the door, Shawn practically knocks it down trying to get in as fast as possible. He sees the little white stick sitting on the counter face down and instantly freezes. 

“Have you looked at it yet?” He asks, not breaking his fixed stare at the test. 

“I can’t. You have to. I can’t.” He looks at you with nervous eyes and walks over to the test, picking it up and flipping it over to look at the results.

You stare at his face anxiously awaiting to read his expression for signs of relief or regret, but his face stays expressionless.

“Y/N,” He starts, looking right at you.

“Yeah…” You reply nervously, eyes fixed on the test in his hands.

“I don’t know how to read one of these things.” He says, and a smile forms on his lips. You let out a shorty chuckle and smack your palm to your forehead. 

“Damn, way to ruin a dramatic moment, babe” You say, but on the inside you’re glad that he found a way to lighten the mood. This is one of the many reasons why you’re absolutely certain that you married the right guy.  The nerves evaporate from your body, and you start to get a little excited at the thought of having a baby with Shawn. 

With this new feeling of reassurance, you take the stick from out of his hands and flip it over, knowing that if you drag out the process of discovering if you’re about to become a mom any longer you will actually explode. 

You read the results on the stick and let out a breath that you didn’t realize you had been holding in and your stomach drops. 

“So, does this mean I get to call you ‘Daddy’ now?” You say with a smile forming on your face. 

Shawn’s eyes widen and he lets out a huge laugh before pulling you into a big hug. You wrap your arms around his neck and you feel yourself lifted of the ground. He spins you around before setting you back gently on the ground once he remembers that there’s now a baby in your tummy. His baby

He drops down to his knees and presses his ear to your stomach as if he could actually hear the baby inside of you. Then, you start to hear a barely audible whisper saying “Hi, baby, I’m your dad. Me and your mom love you. We’re gonna love you and hold you and protect you forever. I can’t believe I’m actually your dad.”

You feel a few tears spill over down your cheeks, and one drops onto one of Shawn’s hands. He looks up at you with the biggest smile on his face that you have ever seen. He stands back up slowly and gently grabs your face. He leans in and kisses away the few tears on your cheeks, then your forehead, and down to the tip of your nose, finally pressing his soft lips agains yours. 

“You’re going to be the best dad.” You say once you break apart from him. 

“I love you so much.” He tells you, looking deep into your eyes before pulling you back in for another kiss. 



a/n: I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO END IT I’M SORRY IF ITS TERRIBLE AJSRKJANSLJNA OK BYE

Lemme explain. If you have a different opinion on how to stop climate change or if you really hate hillary Clinton but like Bernie sanders or something that’s awesome I look at you the same. But when you hate women, POC, lgbt people, etc., I don’t want that in my life. A person’s friends represent their values and morals. You get to choose your friends. And if you found out one of your friends was like a super homophobic douche, would you continue to be their friend? No! Because you don’t support that. Like im not unreasonable im not not going to be your friend for a slight opinion difference or an opinion difference on something other than human rights, but if you are against any persons human rights, then I don’t want you in my life. Sorry. I don’t have room for negativity. Plus I don’t have really any close friends to begin with so cutting of an old friend from Highschool cause they’re a trump supporter? Eh doesn’t bother me. Bye

i have…so much to say about the sexual assault claims against pwr bttm…
if you havent heard, multiple individuals have come forward and claimed they were sexually abused by ben. as a result, pretty much every business associated with the band has dropped them. im not by any means saying the claims brought against ben are false or excusing their alleged behavior, but i just want to point out that if these claims were brought against a cis, straight male it would take a lot more for the record label to drop the band. it’s a good thing that these allegations are being taken seriously, but if ben wasn’t queer, the label would have probably waited until they were found guilty or at the very least charged with a crime. idk i just think cis men should also be held to this standard and seeing this differential treatment in action really bothers me.

anonymous asked:

hey so I was wondering if anyone here could help me. I've been brought up to be very homophobic and intolerant, but I really don't want to be this way. I want to be a loving and accepting person but I don't know how exactly to get over my homophobia. it's just so ingrained in me to hate lgbt people, I really hate being this way. has anyone here got any ideas of stuff that could help me become more accepting of you lgbt people? sorry to bother btw, I'm just wondering

hey!! ty for reaching out, im glad that you’re consciously trying to combat your ingrained bigotry, that’s admirable.

for me what helps with internalized/ingrained stuff is to mentally slap myself every time it comes up. like for example, as a cis person, i have ingrained transphobia, and i work against that. sometimes i’ll think something transphobic, and i make sure to mentally be like “hey that’s wrong, stop that” until it becomes a habit to chastise bigoted thoughts. it’s very much a process, not a one-step fix.

and honestly? you’ll probably never get rid of All Ingrained Bad Stuff Ever and be a perfect person, because like. even lgbt people have internalized homo/transphobia. perfection is kind of a hollow goal. so what matters most imo is to Consciously be a good person, even if you’re actively working against homophobic/transphobic thoughts. make sure that you’re actively supportive to lgbt people (friends, family…) whenever possible

and recognize that just because you’re taught something and brought up a certain way, and critical thinking is a good thing. but tbh it sounds like you’ve already recognized that your homophobic upbringing was Not Good so yeah

that was kinda rambly but i hope it helped? @ followers if u could chip in that would be welcomed

anonymous asked:

aa hi orriculum sent me over to you, im the same anon. i asked them this question: "sorry to bother you but do you have any resources for how moon and the other planets (venus, mars, etc) zodiac signs work? i dont really understand astrology very well but i really want to learn but i dont know where to start exactly. i get the moon moves through the signs faster than the earth, but is there a resource online that tracks and explains it?" i want to start learning astrology but idrk where to start

I’ll use the current moment’s transits to demonstrate.

Pretend that this is your natal chart, and imagine earth (specifically your place of birth) at the very center of it. The signs, planets, and houses surround you, placing their energy upon you, shaping your personality, needs, instincts, talents, challenges, quirks, potential – everything you are. Earth is not included in astrology because it represents you, your position in the universe; it’s based on geocentrism, Ptolemy’s model of the solar system. All astrological phenomena is calculated from our perspective, with earth at the center.

There are three primary components in astrological charts – the Zodiac, the houses, and the planets. The Zodiac is a belt of static, neutral energy along the ecliptic divided into twelve equal parts (signs) whose unique archetypes define different expressions of the human psyche. The houses are twelve mathematical points, also along the ecliptic, that represent all areas of human life and experience. The planets are active bodies of energy which represent various elements of the human psyche. Each of these factors operate independently of each other & orient themselves based on date, time, and the relevant location on earth. They are constantly moving & their perpetual motion is referred to as “transits.” The natal chart is a snapshot of those transits at the moment & place of your birth. Their positions come together to create vibrant, complex illustrations of each individual’s mind, heart, soul, body, and life.

Returning to the first image, if you were born today, you would have your sun (☉) in Gemini (♊) because from our perspective, at this time of year, the sun transits through the section of the 360° belt of the Zodiac that we call Gemini. The sun represents the ego, will, and sense of self; Gemini is an adaptable social sign that values intellect, exploration, and communication. Thus, you are a clever, curious, talkative individual; you assert your role in the world as a learner and a speaker. You wish to share your experience of life with others. You also have your moon in Aries. The moon represents the more instinctive and natural side of your mind, what you learned in childhood, and the core of your emotionality. Aries is a driven self-centric sign that values passion, self-assertion, and taking action. Thus, you tend to have very strong emotions that you typically like to express bravely with force & rawness. You have powerful instincts and can be impulsive as a result. When you bring the houses into the equation, it adds another dimension of intricate psychological depth and shows where & why you express your traits a certain way. Aspects (the angles, or relationships, between planets) bring in even more detail. This is how charts work. The insight your natal chart provides is practically boundless; we’ve barely even scratched the surface of who you are.

How quickly do the planets move?
Keep track of transits with this website
Very basic/beginner resources

I hope this cleared things up for you!
Feel free to ask more questions if you need to.

ninji-nibbles  asked:

im sorry to bother but can you just write something about the uf/ut sans and sf papyrus cuddling me and telling me that everything is going to be okay? I really need something to help I'm sorry

(*No need for apologies!  I’m sorry that you’re feeling down, and I really hope this does help.)


UT!Sans:

“hey, kiddo, what’s wrong?”

Sans is quick to wrap an arm around you, drawing you against his chest, his back resting against the couch cushions.  He tucks your head beneath his chin, his phalanges threading through your hair, lightly massaging the nape of your neck.  He’s patient–he’s always been patient–so he doesn’t need an answer right away.  

While he waits, he draws you closer, close enough to feel your heart beating in your chest against his ribs.  His body is always thrumming with magic, feeling vibrant despite being unyielding bone, and suddenly, your chest feels a little lighter.  

His magic has gripped your SOUL, just barely touching it–yet trying to alleviate the heaviness you’re feeling.  The touch doesn’t last long, but it’s soothing, and if you close your eyes, you can imagine you’re floating with Sans as your anchor to the world.  "it’s going to be ok, kid.  i promise.“  He chuckles lightly, his fingers rubbing little circles along your back.  "and you know how i feel about promises.”

UF!Sans:

When it comes to Red, the moment he sees what kind of day you’re having, he acts.  

One moment, you’re standing in the living room, trying to hold it together while he’s on the couch… and then, he blinks in front of you, his arms around you.  You lose your balance and start to topple backwards, but instead of your back hitting the floor… it hits his mattress.  He rolls to the side, dragging you against his chest, his large, fluffy jacket halfway engulfing you with the motion.  

His mouth is at your ear, his breath warm as it fans along your neck.  "sweetheart, don’t cry.  i can’t take your tears.“

It’s a genuine admission, one that’s murmured raw and lacking the usual growl.  His arms tighten around you.  "i’m gonna take care of it, ok?  just tell me what’s wrong.”  He doesn’t really expect you to–he’s used to keeping secrets buried beneath secrets himself–but if it’s something he can help with, he’s more than willing.  

He presses skeleton kisses against your cheek and forehead, before he changes position to hold you halfway across his chest, your cheek against his sternum.  "it’s gonna be ok, sweetheart,“ he assures as he pulls the covers over both of you, content to stay in his bedroom and lie in bed until you feel better.  "i’ll make sure of it.”

SF!Papyrus:

Papyrus spoons you in bed, one leg thrown over yours and his arms tight around you, your back pressed against his chest.  It’s better this way, where he can’t see your face–and you can’t see his.  That usual lazy smirk is gone, pulled into a grim line; he hates seeing you feel so stressed and so down.  "darlin’, it’s gonna be ok,“ he mumbles into your hair, nuzzling his nasal ridge against the top of your head.  "everything’s gonna be ok.”  

Words can be empty; no one realizes that more than him.  But these are words that he always wanted–no, needed–to hear.  Words that he’s begun to believe, ever since you showed up in his life.  

“just stay with me, right here,” he says, tightening his grip.  His phalanges find your hands and lace with your fingers, and he brings one of your hands up past your shoulder so he can press his teeth to the back.  "as long as you’re with me, everything’s ok.“

He ends up rocking you gently, his body curled protectively around yours.  He doesn’t let go for the rest of the night, not even when Sans bangs on the locked door and threatens to kick it down.  

anonymous asked:

Ok so YES I love the long distance internet friends au but consider! Long distance wrong number au

honestly anon, thank you so much for this tonight. 

i took long distance and made it loooooong distance to the point where it probably doesn’t make sense, but ~~suspension of disbelief~~

texts between adrien and the mystery person (wow i wonder who) are in italics because theyre in french. also i didnt want to bother anyone so ‘numéro inconnu’ is from google translate so im sorry for….that

finally i tried to streamline how i do texts for this just because the way i do texts is usually a lot clunkier? so it looks more like wanna chat but isnt in like….the contact names are still what the other person would see? like when it says pretty boy thats ninos contact name for adrien and—

frick just tell me if its too confusing and tell me how to fix it im really tired

[on ao3 in case the read more is a butt and wont open]


2:51 PM
unknown number: Did this work?????
unknown number: a;slkdfjadj its me btw
unknown number: I mean duh its me who else would it be
unknown number: If you screenshot this conversation al I swear to go d Ill kill you

Adrien squints at his phone. Not only does he not know this number, but the text are in French. That’s…unusual. He thinks that it’s a lucky coincidence that his father is from France and insisted he learned the language before replying.

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Can you do a napping with Zoro, Luffy, and Law scenario! Sorry if its a bother requested by @voidygal

A/N: I hope you like it! I didn’t really do napping ALONE, idk i had to think of something else like storywise….i hope that’s Ok… tell me what you guys think wohooo (and btw its not a bother don’t worry im very happy about requests!!!)


Zoro:

You never were the kind of person to just go and nap somewhere. It didn’t quite make sense to you; why waste the day to sleep, when you have the whole night to do so? You’d rather lay somewhere and watch the sea or do something productive, maybe talk to your friends but sleeping when the sun was out? Never. At least before you meet a certain someone.

That someone, a green haired someone to be honest, was the reason you caught yourself sleeping day after day in the daylight. It was not that you wanted to sleep, it was just the warmth that came from his arms or the smell that lulled you into a light sleep and before you could catch yourself, you fell asleep.

Zoro didn’t mind though. Actually, he really did like to see you sleep, it was something that calmed him down and ever since the adventures of the strawhat crew got more dangerous by day, he found himself longing for something to calm his nerves, something that could make him relax, make him feel safe. That something was you.

“Zoro…”, you whisper from the side of the room he was currently in. “Don’t you think it’s enough? You’ll hurt yourself, if you don’t stop.”

You were worried sick. A few days ago, your boyfriend had gotten into yet another fight with Sanji, but this time, he must have said something that made his ego hurt. He had been training for days straight, barely talking to you, barely talking to anyone, actually.

“No, I won’t.”, he mumbled back, not bothering to look up to you from where he was seated, lifting weights as if his life depends on it. His skin was glistening with sweat, a sight that made you gulp, but you pushed those thoughts away quickly. Angrily you walked into the room.

“Yes, you will! Why do you suddenly care about what Sanji says to you?”, you crossed your arms over your chest. Yes, Sanji was your friend and one of your crewmates, but honestly? Both of them are just completely senseless when it comes to fighting each other. “Just, I don’t know, at least take a break from whatever you’re trying to achieve.”, you added a bit more softer.

“Cant.”, he whispered back, put the weights away and looked at you. For a second you could feel him muster you, his eyes wandering from the top of your head to your toes. “I need to show him that I’m better. And stronger. And better.”

“Seriously?”, you rolled your eyes, this was just too childish. “Please come and take a break, just ten minutes.”

“Five.”

“Seven.”

“Y/N..”

“Please?”, you tried again, this time trying your best to make him give in. “Let’s take a quick nap… just a tiny one.”

He hesitates, you stay silent. His gaze starts to wander, as if he’s trying to find an excuse to stay, but after a while you break the silence. “I won’t leave, if you don’t come with me.”

He stands up, sighing. He takes a towel and dries his sweat, but doesn’t care to do something else. The both of you leave the room, you smiling happily and him right behind you, groggily walking along and a slight blush on his cheeks.

The both of you enter your room, a bed in the corner just big enough for the both of you and a lot of plants all around you. Raindrops were quietly hitting against the little window, making the room look even cozier than before.
You let yourself fall down on the bed, feeling the mattress shift from the weight on the right side of you, after he lets himself down as well.

“Just a few minutes.”, he reminds, his blush turning into a deeper color and his eyes staying glued onto the ceiling. “…not more, right?”

You hum quietly and lay your head onto his chest, your arm hugging him lightly from the side. For a second he freezes, even though he’s been in this situation with you for a million times now. After a while, he relaxes and hugs you as well, pushing you closer to his side. His hand slowly starts to stroke your hair carefully, afraid to break you.

“Just a few minutes…”, he mumbles again, barely making a sound as his eyes fall closed. You snuggle closer to him, inhaling his scent and humming quietly afterwards.

You don’t really care about him being a bit sweaty, you don’t really care about the footsteps echoing around the ship as your captain runs from one room into another. The only thing you care about is his steady heartbeat, how it speeds up every time you plant a little kiss on his chest and how his rhythm seems to match yours perfectly, even after you both fall asleep. Just a few minutes turn into half an hour, half an hour turns into one hour, one hour into two…

Luffy:

It had been a horrible day. A very horrible day, to be honest.

You were seated somewhere on the deck, watching the waves for what felt like hours now, even though it had only been about twenty minutes since Franky had left. The sun was glaring at you from above, making everything feel just a tiny bit worse.

The day had started perfectly: the sun waking you up, a deliciously made breakfast from Sanji, a beautiful little song by brook, a cute peck on the cheek from Luffy.. everything had been perfect. But then it happened.

You were walking around, not doing much in particular when you felt the first cramp. Stopping your walk, you hissed, but ignored it anyways, deciding that it probably wasn’t something to worry about. But you were wrong. The second cramp followed shortly after, the third one right behind.

Groaning in pain you had held onto your stomach. Something was wrong. You thought for a second, could it been the food? No, Sanji would never give you something that would hurt you. It must have been something else, a virus maybe.

After a while, you decided to walk to Chopper, maybe ask him for his opinion, but a few steps later, you realized that it wouldn’t be that easy. Your stomach started to turn, your head started to spin and your feet dragged you to the side of the ship, where you emptied your stomach quickly. It was horrible.

Franky, who had been standing a few feet away from you, quickly came running to you. “Oi, Y/N! Are you alright?”

Not being able to say anything, you shook your head and decided to sit on the little chair not far away. “I’ll go and get Chopper and Luffy! Don’t go anywhere!”, and then he went off.

Even in your state, you couldn’t help but shake your head. Of course you won’t go anywhere, you are barely able to stand on two feet. Time kept passing by, and soon, minutes flew by like the birds in the sky. Hell, how hard could it be to get Chopper and Luffy? But as if they had heard your thoughts, the two of them ran towards you, Franky following close by.

“Y/N! Franky told me you were dying!”, your boyfriend yelled. He crouched down next to you, his face showing his worry for you.

“I’m not dying.”, you said, your voice hoarse from the pain. “I hope.”, you added, trying to make the situation a bit lighter, but it didn’t work. Luffy was worrying even more, his eyes staring at you deeply and you felt your heart jump.

“Let me see,” Chopper said and pushed Luffy a bit away from you. He started to ask you questions, what you ate, what you did, what you did yesterday and so on. After his questions had stopped, he nodded. “It’s nothing bad, you just need to stay in bed for a while.”

You nodded as well and tried to stand up, but lost your balance shortly afterwards. Luckily, Luffy caught you. He hugged you close, using his devilfruit skills to wrap his arms around you not just once, no, eight times.

He brought you to your room and sat you down on the bed. “Thanks.”, you mumbled.

“Do you want me to bring you some meat? Maybe this will help?”, he asks you. “Meat always makes me feel better, I’m sure it will work!”, he adds brightly and turns around, ready to leave and get the food when you grab his arm.

“No, I think I just want to sleep for a bit.”, you say and try to bring him closer to you, but instead of him coming closer, his arm just starts to get longer.

“Oh. Okay. I’ll tell Sanji to make you something delicious for later then!”, he starts to walk again, his arm stretching more and more.

“No, L-Luffy!”, you yell, your stomach turning again. “Please, can you come lay down with me?”

He looks at you curiously and confused. “Will this help make you feel better?” You nod slowly and he smiles, his huge sunshine smile. “Okay!”

The both of you lay down on the bed and yet again Luffy wraps his arms around you a million times, but you can’t complain. It feels nice to be in his arms like that.

You bury your head into his shoulder and try to concentrate on his smell, the feeling of his skin against yours and his breathing, anything but the ache still prominent in your body. After a while, you start to feel tired, your eyelids growing heavier by the second and your mind slowly drifting off into the clouded world of dreams.

You still register Luffy snuggling closer to you however, rubbing his head softly against yours like a little puppy and you smile. You think he must have been tired as well, because shortly, his breathing starts to even.

Time passes by and the last thing you hear, is him whispering something about how good you smell, almost better than meat. But just almost… and then you fall asleep.

Law:

Being a member of the heart pirates was amazing and you loved lots of things about it. You loved the bond between you and your crew mates, how you could always count on them and your captain, no matter what happened. Even though it had a lot of good aspects, it also had some bad ones.

You being completely stressed, for example.

It wasn’t your task to help all of your crew mates, it really wasn’t but also… it kind of was. You were the one they always came to with their problems and questions and honestly… it was exhausting.

On one particular day, you couldn’t bear it anymore. “How do you ask someone out?” - “Do you think I would die, if I ate only pancakes?” - “What’s the difference between ‘your’ and ‘you’re’?” And your absolute favorite one for the day: “Y/N, is Captain a good kisser? Please don’t tell him I asked you that!”

After a few hours of you trying your best to help everyone, you decided that you needed a break. Exhausted and a bit annoyed you left the deck and went inside the submarine, a slight headache thumping evenly against your forehead.

You went for the kitchen, ready to make you a nice, warm cup of tea but decided against it. Your mood will probably affect the others trying to eat, or worse, your presence will make someone think of a weird question again, which they’re dying to ask you. So, nope. You won’t go there.

Your feet dragged you to your own room, your mood falling more and more, so much that you didn’t even realize you were walking straight past Law, who was asking you if you were alright.

You opened the door to your room and let yourself fall down on your bed, face first when you finally heard Law.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”, he asked and walked into the room. He didn’t wear his hat, which you didn’t see, because your face was buried deeply into the pillows.

“Yeah. Just exhausted.”, you tried to say, but your words got swallowed by the pillows underneath you. You sat up and repeated yourself, this time looking straight at him.

“Hm,” He sat down next to you on the bed. “Maybe you should nap for a bit. It will make you feel better.”

“Will you join me?”, you asked. He was already here with you, he might as well stay and spend some time with you.

“Do you want me to?” You nodded. “Alright then. I guess I can take a little break.”

He pushed the blanket a bit down, enough for him to get inside and let you lay down right next to him. You were laying face to face, your hand grabbing his shirt tightly and your head snuggled into the blanket.

He put his hand over yours and started to slowly stroke his thumb down your hand, making you relax instantly.

“Tell me what was bothering you.”, he said softly and even though your eyes were closed, you could feel him staring at you.

“Nothing, I wasn’t feeling well, that’s everything.”

“Don’t lie, Y/N.”

You huffed. Of courses he knew you were lying. You snuggled closer into the blanket and opened your eyes a bit.

“The crew… they were asking me so many things.. it was so, ugh, I don’t know. I was feeling weird.”, you let your eyes wander down his face, studying every little detail about him. “It wasn’t weird because of them, it was rather weird, because sometimes I didn’t knew what to answer.”

To your surprise, his lips started to curve slightly upwards. Trafalgar Law was not someone who was easy to make smile, it was very hard actually. Sure, you could say you were the best one in doing so, but still.

“You’re…”, he started and his eyes turned a bit brighter, a bit warmer, a bit… more in love. “…adorable.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Sure.”, he brought his hand to your hair and started to massage your scalp, which made you close your eyes again. A deep sigh left your lips. “What kind of questions did they ask you?”

You snorted. “Someone asked me about your kisses,” you said. “Guess who it was.”

“Bepo.” Instantly.

You laughed. “Bingo.”

You could hear him shake his head. “So, what did you tell him?”

“Told him they were horrible.” You teased and giggled right after. Of course you didn’t say that, but it was fun to tease him.

“You’re the worst.”, he mumbled and pushed you into his chest. You inhaled his scent and hummed in content. Yeah, you were definitely in love. “What did you really say?”

“I didn’t answer, it was just too weird.”, you laughed again and felt your body become more tired by the second. You just wanted to sleep.

Neither of you spoke for a while, both of you just enjoying the company. You fell asleep first, he didn’t. You didn’t know Law liked to watch you, when you sleep. To be honest, he didn’t want you to know, it was weird.

But he still did it, because it made him feel good. It made him feel safe, it made him appreciate who he was, simply because he had you with him.

When you woke up again, about two hours later, you were alone. You touched the side of the bed, where Law had been laying and felt it to be still a bit warm, so he must have left not too long ago. You were about to turn around and sleep some more, when the door to your room broke open. You screamed.

“I told you to not tell him about my question, Y/N!”

Oops.

guys Im sorry 2 bother again but im finally out of debt !! But Now i just need money to save up for college, pay for gas, food… Please I really need money right now And im getting no commissions so

Theres a spicy deal happening rn !! If you buy a single character Fully colored and full body commission (20$) u can get another one for only 10$ ! A thirty dollar packaged deal that will honestly Help me so so so so SO much

Heres the link to my old commissions post for some (old) examples of my art, or u can go thru my art tag which is just “my art” so !!! plz !!!

http://strife-kind.tumblr.com/post/151432531877/my-new-commissions-post-info-about-the

Plz i need help !!! sorry To be like, begging at this point like a dork but i dont have a job rn and this is my only source of income lmao

Thanks 💛💛💛

Hamliza School Play Headcanon's

That last ask really inspired me, I’m in the mood for writing today (sorry I annoy you guys)

All three high school headcanons that I’ve submitted are set in the same universe. (Please don’t feel like u have to do #fanart but I’m not opposed if u want to, I love ur art)

• Okay so Eliza takes Drama as one of her school subjects and one day she’s walks into the drama room to find the sign up sheet on the door.
• She squeals when she sees Romeo + Juliet and she is quick to pick up the pen and scribble her name down, also scribbling Alexanders name below it.
• She picks up a leaflet as well and rushes to the lunch hall when the class is over and goes straight to Alex.
• She pecks him on the cheek and sets down the leaflet next in front of him.
• “LOOK! There doing Romeo and Juliet as this years school play and guess who sighed uppp!!”
• “I hope you get it baby! I’ll be there at the audition.”
• “Well, of course you will, I signed you up to.”
• Laf, Herc and John all laugh at that and Alex sends them a glare across the table.
• “I don’t think so, I can’t act.”
• Eliza sighs in disbelief “I’ve heard you before some monologues in English, your amazing.”
• “No, Eliza.”
• Her eyes turn glassy and she gives him the most adorable puppy dog LOOK ever and he just sighs in defeat “Fine, but I’m only audition as Tibalt.”
• Eliza goes for Juliet, and Alex feels unsteadying knowing she will be kissing someone else in the school that wasn’t him.
• Eliza takes this as her in “Well, you can always go for Romeo if you’re THAT uncomfortable.
• ”…. no, no I trust you.“
• But she makes him rehearse for the auditions with her and she makes him do Romeos part, and she feels like she did when he first did a poetry assignment in English, she can’t stop looking at him with loving eyes.
• On the audition day, she makes him go for Romeo “please, it can be an early birthday present, pleaseeeeeee.”
• They both audition, and this is the first time that Alex had seen his gf on stage, fully immersed and and completely in role.
• Later on in the year, when he says ‘I love you’ for the first time, he claims this was the moment he knew for sure.
• The cast list goes up on Monday, and Eliza looks so sad when she sees Alex got Tibalt and not Romeo.
• “Don’t be sad baby, you got Juliet!! You got the main, you should be so proud, I am.”
• And he is, God he is. What he fees uneasy about is when he sees who will be playing Romeo.
• He turns around and he sees Thomas looking at him with a smirk on his face as he comes to Eliza and wraps his arms around he shoulder.
• “I guess we will be spending a lot of time together, Juliet.”
• He glares at him and shrugs his arm off, grabbing onto Alex’s quickly.
• “He likes you! I’m worried!”
• “But in your girlfriend don’t be worried!”
• Alex can’t seem to forget the way he was coming on to Eliza at Maria’s party, when him and Eliza first met properly.
• He goes to all the rehearsals and does his role as Tibalt, the drama teacher says he will be Romeo’s understudy so he is more than happy to run likes for that as well when Eliza needs help.
• He loves watching his girlfriend be in her element and even when she’s on stage with Thomas, he doesn’t care and still finds her enchanting.
• he skips rehearsal the day Thomas and Eliza were suppose to kiss.
• The day of rehearsal, Eliza runs up to him and gives him a big squishy hug
• “What’s this all about, baby?”
• “Thomas can’t make it because he broke his arm, so guess who’s playing Romeo!”
• She went in for another hug and Alex felt relief flood through him.
• They went on stage and absolutely smashed it, and when it was the last scene and and she found Romeo dead, she actually cried, she never did that in rehearsal.
• The teachers finally figured out that Eliza and Alex were dating after watching that performance.

hi im super sorry to bother you but i really love  your art and i just saw your pokemon team’s gijinkas and i thought they were so amazing! i tried to do a small doodle for my favourite design which is your butterfree Venus and i realised that she didn’t look anything like the design and im really sorry about that :’( i really love your art thank you for drawing and keeping me inspired! 

submitted by @ scaredofbirbs

WHY ARE YOU APOLOGIZE This isn’t a bother at all!! QoQ

Sorry for the lateness in posting this, I’ve been awful pre-occupied and I wanted to make sure I was coherent enough to give you proper thanks for this–It’s really wonderful~!

You did a fine job capturing her! All their designs are pretty open for wiggle room and I could tell who it was the moment I saw it in my inbox, so I think you did well~ 

Thank you so much for this–I’m glad I could inspire you and I’ll keep doing my best!

Mystic Messenger Male! Mc: Transfer Your Cold To Me (Jumin x Male MC)

Do you take Requests? If so, could I if you dont mind & if Im allowed, Request a JuminxSickMaleReader? Like its summer and the MR is sick with a (really) high fever and Jumin takes care of him, like the good Boyfriend he is! And fluff! Sorry for bothering you with it!

My notes: Lol good thing you specified fluff (and that I reread it a bunch of times) cuz I was about to get keeerazzzy! 

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It had started off as just a small headache. Then he got a little achy. And then he was sneezing. No big deal, he said to himself, just take some Nyquil and sleep. He didn’t want to get sick, especially not now. A chocolate festival was coming to the city, something that everyone had been talking about ever since he moved to Korea. Everyone in the RFA was oogling about it. Even the recluse Yoosung was going, hell even Jumin seemed a bit intrigued by it, after Zack showed interest of course, but nonetheless it seemed to be a big deal. It was a summer festival that was held indoors inside a nice, air conditioned building. 

Well of course, as Lady Luck was so kind to play him this hand, he was sicker than a dog. He was running a high fever and was simultaneously cold as ice and hot as a furnace. He had the chills and was constantly thirsty but too tired to drink. He apologized groggily and in broken Korean how sorry he was they couldn’t go. 

“Stop apologizing.” Jumin said as he wetted a cold washcloth. “I want you to get better. I’ve never seen you this sick before.” He frowned as he squeezed the cloth. 

“I…know…” Zack coughed violently. “This..is the sickest I’ve ever been.” He groaned as his head pounded against his skull. “Ugh…talk to me…in English. I can’t even think.” 

Jumin placed the cold washcloth on his head and smiled a bit at the sight of relief on Zack’s face. “How are you feeling?” Jumin asked in English. 

“Like hell.” Zack groaned again as he felt sweat roll down his neck. “Like complete hell.” He shook his head. “I don’t even know…what I caught…” 

“Perhaps… a student? Or a child on the train?” 

Zack shook his head. “Maybe…it’s all…it’s all hot in the…” He coughed again and rolled over in pain, “ugh.” 

Jumin knelt down in front of him with a look of complete worry. “Please, are you okay?” 

Zack shook his head. “I…feel so hot…I think I’m gunna be sick!” He sprinted up, feeling dizzy and delirious as he ran to the bathroom and retched. “Ugh…fuck…this isn’t a flu it’s a damn migraine.” He pressed his head to the edge of the toilet bowl. 

Jumin ran up to him and patted his shoulder. “Are you going to throw up again?” He said gently as he rubbed tiny circles into his back. 

Zack sighed happily and shook his head. He reached up and flushed the toilet. “I.. I should brush my teeth.” He turned away from Jumin. “Sorry…” 

Jumin chuckled, although forced as his face was painted in worry, “Don’t worry about things like that. I want you to focus on getting better. Let’s change your clothes and get you into bed.” He carefully helped Zack up and guided him to the circular bed. He helped him change wiping down his torso with a towel taking off the layer of sweat and put him into one of his shirts. Zack was smaller than he so his clothes fit looser allowing, to what he hoped, more comfort. Before he was even finished with helping him Zack fell into deep sleep. Jumin tucked him in with a  throw blanket made entirely of Alpaca wool, to help keep in the heat. He kept Zack’s feet exposed to help with the airflow and left the room. 

Well now, it was time to make something for the young man. If his migraine persisted he would most likely keep vomiting. He walked out to his kitchen only to find his own personal chef wasn’t in. In fact, most of the staff wasn’t in today. A security officer called and notified Jumin that a flu was going around. Ah…He cursed himself for not persisting Zack to go get his flu shot. He knew he hated the place and avoided going at all costs, but… Jumin sighed. Look to what it had come to. Feeling glum about it Jumin started making porridge and sighed as he looked at the Chocolate Festival flier. 

“…” 

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anonymous asked:

o queen o fanfics, what carmilla fics do you reread the most? i'm looking for a good bedtime story and am trying to find a good complete one

Ones I reread the most huh?  For the most part it is my top 10 fics.  I haven’t reread a lot of the bigger multichap fics, I’ll reread some long one shots instead.  Or I’ll just binge read an author occasionally.  Yeah, I don’t really reread stuff unless I’m bored or have time d:

I think that’s good for now.  I’ve reread these about 3+ times each.  Although I reread these, these fics don’t represent “the best works in the fandom” (that’s subjective), it’s the ones I personally enjoy reading.  AND I’ve enjoyed so much fanfics, just as much as the ones I’ve reread, I just really don’t have the time to reread all of them or can’t be bothered to find the titles of the ones I do reread d:

or sometimes I’ll reread some smut scenes

If you want a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT list, ask @laurahhollis bc we’ve got completely different tastes but I trust her.

anonymous asked:

Hello Arthur's mom if it is not asking too much can you please do a quick tutorial of how the hell posing sims work??? I am totally lost ç_ç thank you in advance and sorry for bothering you, if you don't want to do it! Have a nice day!!! I really love your simblr!

hi !!!! first of all im cryin bc ‘arthurs mom’ omg ily ;-; second of all!!!!!!!! someone else asked me 2 make a vid of doin this but i was 2 lazy so i made a lil pic one instead i hope thats ok!!!!!!!!!!! anyway!!!!!!! rolls up my sleeves lets GO!!!!!!!!!

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On saying sorry.

Eehhh a bit of a personal post. I’d appreciate if you didnt reblog this.
But Im sure most of you probably know I say sorry a lot. At least those who know me. And a lot of times I get ‘Why are you sorry?” 
And sometimes I freeze up because there…really isnt anything to be sorry about but well I guess heres an explanation why.

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anonymous asked:

Do you ever get bothered by the amount of Chudley asks? I love him as much as you all (or do you all hate him? i can't tell and i'm too scared to ask), but you do so much more work than that, and it all deserves recognition too

it does really bother me lmao.. i mean the asks themselves dont bother me but just the whole…concept? its kind of exasperating having everyone care so much about one dumb inside joke from 9 months ago. like i honestly dont know why people still think hes funny. i have all my art tagged now which helps people sift through i guess but im still self conscious about it, i just feel bad ignoring asks