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anonymous asked:

What do you do when all you do is think about someone non stop but realize and understand that, that someone isn't thinking about you. Their mind is on someone else.. but even tho you realize and understand that the someone isn't thinking about you.. you still somehow can't get them off of your mind

You could do something called thought blocking which is exactly what it sounds. When you catch yourself thinking about everything just stop. You have to actively think about other things like anything that makes you happy. Puppies, family, friends, anything and do that until you’re in a good place again. It’s fucking hard trust me. It took me such a long time to learn how to do it but you just gotta keep trying until it comes naturally. Whenever I think about something bad now it’s almost instantaneous that I think about my best friends and our memories. It just takes time so please be patient with yourself


Originally posted by jeonify

GENRE: noona&youngerboy, smut

BACKGROUND: Jungkook’s first time had left him traumatized of having sex ever again. It had gone so far to the point that a rumor had even spread about him not being able to get hard-ons. You then decide to step in and prove the rumor wrong. What was supposed to be a simple test of theory leads to a night that you weren’t going to forget for the rest of your life.

AUTHORS NOTE: Omg I haven’t written something in so long. I’m so sorry this took me quite a while. This actually started as a drabble but I kind of got too into it and finished it into a full blown story. I’ll be working on the remaining requests sent to me before, soon I promise you guys, I’m just trying to come up with ideas! But I do hope you enjoy this, tell me what you think. 

Jeon, as forever, is a sinful little shit. 

If there are any errors, I am sorry about those! I did proof read but I know I still missed some. 

Your pen hangs off of your lips, fingers tapping lightly against the glass table as you study the boy in front of you. He has his face buried between the pages of his Physics book, eyes scanning through each paragraph in close precision, oblvious of your scrutiny. You slowly turn your logistics book shut, choosing to ignore your studies as the conversation you had with your brother during last night’s party flashes through your mind.

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what she says: I’m fine.

what she means: I’m not ready for a 2017 without Running Man. It’s been my main source of entertainment, my stress-relief, my happy pill for the past 7 years. It has been a part of my weekly routine for a long long time, what would I do now when it ends.. I knew it would end someday but I didn’t think it would end this soon and in such a messy way. I took it for granted. I can’t find another show where the cast actually cares for one another, like a real family….. who have been through so much, from the ups and to the downs, they stayed together for as long as the could for the show, for the loyalty, for their bond.. and I’ve been with them through all that. I can’t believe someone had to ruin it all because of their greediness. I’m gonna be replaying each and every episodes, all from the past, replaying all their antics and inside jokes because I can no longer see new ones. Because some shit ass bitch had to be greedy for ratings. I can’t imagine never seeing Yoomes Bond, Race Starter, Haroro, Peaceful Gary, Commander Sparta, Ace Mongji, Kwangvatar, Monday Couple, Candy Alliance, Betrayer’s Club, Easy Brothers PIL! CHOK! CROSS! My Hyung My Dongsaeng, Kim Jongkook and the Two Kids, Jaesuk vs Jongkook Rivalry every again in my entire life. Thank you for working hard to give us entertainment. SBS, thank you for giving us this show but fuck you from the very core of my heart. STRESSSS!

anonymous asked:

hello why do u think lena luthor has bpd (i don't disagree)

bpd is most often (not sure if it can be caused by genetic influences though i remember reading something about it?) caused by environmental influences in childhood such as neglect, abuse, loss, bullying - all of those can lead to someone developing bpd. for lena, from what we know about her past and from her relationship with her adopted mother and brother, she experienced neglect (both emotional and… physical? because she was adopted, regardless of the reason as a 4yo she was raised for a while in the foster system, even if she doesn’t remember much of it now, because she was too young, it could still leave long lasting effects). everything we know about her family life is that she never felt Good Enough to be a luthor, never felt loved by lillian, only ever felt cared about by lex who later turned his back on her (loss, possible emotional abuse by lillian)

so what we know about her past in canon (i’m not even talking headcanons just taking from what was on the show) is already enough to cause her to develop bpd. now what else makes me headcanon her with bpd?

one of the symptoms of bpd is impulsive and self destructive behaviour and despite not having much screentime so far we’ve seen lena putting her own life in danger multiple times

another symptom? fear of abandonment and intense and highly changeable moods, that’s what i saw watching the “be your own hero” scene from medusa. first she’s smiling and so happy to see kara and then she lashes out at her thinking kara will betray/abandon her, it can also be seen as splitting and black and white thinking (which are also symptoms of bpd)

it’s very likely that she has unstable sense of self (another bpd symptom) especially considering her complicated relationship with her adopted family and being a luthor

lastly, people with bpd often idealise others (that’s basically a direct result of black and white thinking) and from the way lena was talking about lex it seems to me that she was idealising him for a good portion of her life. people with bpd also usually have a “favourite person” which i think lex used to be and now it’s kara. favourite person is someone who is usually being idealised and/or imprinted on. it’s someone the emotions of a person with bpd most rely on, who they care about the most.

first date starters

  • “you look nice tonight.”
  • “i have to say, i was kind of nervous about tonight.”
  • “do you want to… come inside?”
  • “don’t even think about paying for dinner.”
  • “what do you have planned for us tonight?”
  • “what took you so long to ask me out?”
  • “it’s been a long time since i’ve been on one of these…”
  • “i’ve never really been on a real date before.”
  • “you’re being extra shy tonight - it’s cute.”
  • “i’m underdressed, aren’t i?”
  • “i’m overdressed, aren’t i?”
  • “i’ve never been good at first dates.”
  • “this is usually the part where you’re supposed to kiss me.”
  • “this was a disaster, wasn’t it?”
  • “i’m sorry, normally i’m better at this kinda thing.”

Day 23: Magnus + Battle

The portal shimmied into existence and Magnus glanced up, face set into a smile, a greeting on his lips that soon died when instead of his tall, lanky and dark haired boyfriend, he was staring at his blond, cocky, more compact brother.

“Where’s Alec,” Magnus asked as his eyes darted behind Jace waiting for Alec to step through the portal. The portal closed, leaving him and Jace alone in his loft. “I didn’t grant you all a private portal so you can drop in any time you please Wayland.”

Jace shrugged. “Sorry.”

Magnus arched a brow. “Well? Where is he?”

Jace winced. And if that wasn’t enough to give him away, the way his eyes darted about, unwilling to meet Magnus’ eyes confirmed it.

Magnus growled. “No.”

Jace took a step back. “Magnus…”

“You didn’t.”

Jace held his hands up. “Hey. I couldn’t very well tie him down you know. Alec can be quite insistent.”

“Insistent,” Magnus hissed. “He hasn’t slept in four days Jace. Four days. And you let him accept another mission?”

Jace shook his head. “I wasn’t in the institute when he got called out. By the time I got back, he was already gone.”

Magnus pushed off from the seat, a snap of his fingers changing his red draping shirt and jeans into a dark purple military jacket, and black cargo pants that he’d specifically had tailored to fit his body like a glove; his spiked combat boots on his feet. He walked around Jace, ignoring him as he went to the drawers and pulled out his jeweled daggers, a twin set Ragnor had gotten him back during the witch trials, so he could defend himself without necessarily resorting to magic. Ragnor had had them spelled so even when they left him, they always returned to him when he called for them.

He still carried them with him any time he entered a fight.

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On Chloe

I always find it interesting when I read about Chloe, whether it’s people’s thoughts on her or the way people write her in fanfiction. I do admit that I sometimes enjoy reading the jerkface Chloe who’s actually nice on the inside, the Chloe that’s protective of Adrien, the Chloe that adores her dad or the Chloe that admires Ladybug. But when I think back to the show:

  • Chloe couldn’t even be bothered to remember Adrien’s birthday.
  • She clearly doesn’t care that Adrien is uncomfortable with giving autographs and lies to get one.
  • Chloe was totally cool with ditching her beloved Papa in Princess Fragrance
  • Chloe is ungrateful to Ladybug: “Hurry up!” or “What took you so long?!”
  • Chloe knows that she’s a bully and continues to be one: “If I get out of this, I’ll be nice to everyone, I swear–” Ladybug saves her and she takes it back “I didn’t swear.”

And I’m like… “This chick is 100% all about herself. She does not give two f***s about anyone else.”

I’m looking forward to how they’ll treat her character next season. Part of me is still thinking she’ll get the bee by accident lol


Icing has Bittynapped them All TwT whelp, finally posted it:Part 3.1 This was supposed to be the last part but i didn’t anticipate that part 3 of the comic would be long hahah😂 so now there’ll be like 2 more? huhu & it might be awhile for me to post them(I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m making this up as I go) Credits, Disclaimers belowww:
fell!Palette(Icing) & Palette @angexci
Goth @nekophy
wolf!Goth @echoiart
library!Goth @bunabelldraws
Gloom Pibby& ct!Goth @blogthegreatrouge
sadly, Cupcake aint in any of the panels TwT he’ll come later.

Comic Art & Pot!Eve by Me @butterflypea

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: how long did annabel and poe know each other before the dinner party???? how long were they neighbors before they met???????? when did she start dating eddie????????? how long do u think it was before she told edgar about him???????? how didn't edgar notice that she went to spain with eddie, IF she even went WITH eddie?????? if we aRE to believe that eddie took her to spain, does that mean that eddie cut off so many ties between edgar and annabel that he wouldn't know that she wenT TO SPAIN????? as a way of making edgar desperate and therefore coming uP WITH THE WHOLE DINNER PARTY IDEA IN THE FIRST PLACE??????????? WHAT SONG DID EDDIE SING WITH THE BARBERSHOP QUARTET THE PEOPLE NEED TO K N OW

I was so unhappy before. Self worth and self love wasn’t in my vocabulary. I hated everything about myself, I would cry myself to sleep almost every night. My father would always tell me, “Davina you need to be smart, because with the way you are you’ll never be athletic.” And for so long I believed him and in 2014 I finally took my life back. Fitness saved my life, it gave me something I could control. My father left and so did a lot of my friends I didn’t know what to do and it scared me that I couldn’t control anything in my life. I remember August 15, 2014 I was sobbing on my bed and then I looked in the mirror and told myself “Maybe I was meant to be fat and ugly and I just have to deal with it.” But then I realized how dumb that sounded. Why was I MEANT to be UNHAPPY? And on that day I changed EVERYTHING, my way of thinking, my way of eating, my way of living. I found Blogilates and and for the first time I was enjoying myself, I was finally proud of myself. Today I still working on a few emotional things but over all I’m so much happier! And I have God to thank. I’m thankful for Showing me this site, Blogilates, and of corse I’m so thankful for all of you are your endless support.


Anonymous: Pregnancy fluff please! Love you. x



Harry doesn’t know if he’s ever seen anything cuter than his very grumbly, very pregnant wife, doesn’t think anything cuter exists. He knows it aggravating for her when he coos at her when she’s in the middle of another grouse about how she can’t see her toes anymore.

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Let Me Show You - Stiles *SMUT*


Word count: 2,571

Request: I was wondering if you could maybe write a smut where the reader is Stiles/Dylans (I don’t really care) best friend since like forever and she’s been in love with with since him for a long time but never told him because she’s not skinny and think he’s way to good for her or something like that.

A/N: I really liked this request and it took me a while to figure out how I wanted to write this. I feel like this is a very important topic to write about, no body should feel ashamed of how they look. Everyone is beautiful inside and out no matter what size or color. We shouldn’t feel the need to change the way we look sue to society’s views or for what other people think or say about us. If we want to change it should be OUR decision to do so cuz WE want to. Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this. And thank you again anon for the request.

Originally posted by kalifornia---dreaming

“Oh my god, Skye, hurry up! We’ve been in here for ages,” Stiles groaned from outside the dressing room. I rolled my eyes at his impatience, doesn’t he understand that a girl needs to find the right dress?

“Stiles, I only have two more dresses to try on and if they’re not it I’ll come back tomorrow with Lydia. So, stop you whining.”

I heard him mumble something under his breath before I opened the door and stepped out, “Well?”

He looked at me up and down before shaking his head, “Green is not your color.”

I sighed and went back inside, “Why don’t you chose that blue one that I liked?”

“Stiles you only liked that dress because of the color, the style was horrendous.” I huffed as I struggled to put on this little black dress.

“But, it’s one of the colors of the Mets!”

I opened the door, “Hence the only reason as to why you like it. So, what about this one.”

Stiles’ eyes widened, “Uh, I don’t think so. It’s too short. No way.”

“But I actually like this one.”

“Skye. I don’t want my best friend to wear that to homecoming, all the guys will get the wrong idea.. No.” I could hear the seriousness in his voice, so I let it go.

‘If only you thought of more than just your best friend,’ I thought.

Closing the door, I looked at the last dress I had to try on, ironically Stiles was the one to chose it. After I struggled to get it on, I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes widened. It was a beautiful ruby red, high-low dress that had silver embroidering in the chest area. The dress actually flattered my curves that I hated and made my legs look fabulous. I was in love.

Holding my breath, I opened the door. Stiles was busy playing Candy Crush on his phone, “Stupid fishes never go where I need them to go.”


Stiles looked up and his jaw dropped. “Say something,” I whispered.

“Skye, you look. Wow, um the dress is. Wow,” he scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat. “The dress looks nice on you. That’s definitely the one.”

I frowned ‘nice’? That’s it? Clearing my thoughts, I smiled, “I’m buying it!”

“Thank God!” I rolled my eyes.

Once, I was back in my regular clothes and out of the dressing room, I told Stiles to wait for me outside while I paid. Waiting in line I saw, Tina, the evil bitch from school enter the store followed by her little groupies. When she saw me, an evil smirk graced her face and she came up to me.

“Hey, Skye.”

“What do you want, Tina?”

“Ouch. I just wanted to ask you a question,” she batted her fake eyelashes at me innocently.

“Well, with your low IQ I would understand you’d have many questions in that little brain of yours, so by all means ask away.” I grinned.

Tina glared at me, before smirking again, “Are you sure you’re in the right store?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, I’m pretty sure that there are a lot of plus size stores here at the mall,” her friends snickered. “Did you even try that poor dress on? If you did, I’m surprised it didn’t shred to pieces with all your rolls,” I felt tears begin to prickle my eyes at her words. “Or were you going to just buy it and make a ridicule of yourself at the homecoming? Trust me sweetie, it’ll look a thousand times better on me.”

“Skye, what’s taking so long,” Stiles came to my side and didn’t notice Tina until she spoke.

“Hey Stiles,” she purred at him.

“Uh, hey. Tracy, right?”

“Stiles, let’s just go,” I shoved the dress into Tina’s arms. “Keep it.”

Walking out the store, I could hear Stiles yelling after me. “Skye! Wait up! What happened in there?”

“Nothing Stiles, I just want to go home.”

“But what about-”

“Stiles, just let it go okay! Dammit!” His eyes widened, I don’t think I’ve ever yelled at him. But, Tina’s words kept replaying in my head and I just wanted to bury myself ten feet underground.

We made our way to his jeep in silence and the ride home was awfully awkward. I knew Stiles was worried by the glances he would make my way, but I didn’t dare look his way. Driving into my driveway, I quickly unbuckled and jumped out, “Thanks Stiles.” I walked into the house without looking back.

An hour had passed and my phone was blasting with messages and missed calls from Stiles. Why couldn’t he understand that I didn’t want to talk to anyone? At one point I had to put my phone on vibrate, but even that wasn’t enough. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and answered, “Stiles, I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”

“I’m sorry but do I sound like a Stiles to you?”

My eyes widened, “Oh shit, sorry Lyds, I didn’t know it was you.”

“Obviously,” she sighed. “Skye, what’s wrong? Stiles just called me ten minutes ago, freaking out cause you won’t answer his calls or texts.”

I sighed, besides Stiles, Lydia was my second closest friend and she was the only one who knew my feeling towards Stiles and how I felt about how I looked. “It was Tina.”

“What did that bitch do now?” Her voice sounded deadly quiet. If you think Lydia screaming is scary, then wait till she speaks dangerously low. Laying back on my bed and told her about my whole encounter with Tina.

“SHE SAID WHAT?!” I winced and pulled my phone away from my ear.

“Geez, Lyds. Easy with the banshee screaming, will ya?”

“I can’t believe her! The nerve, just wait till I see her tomorrow-”

“No! Lyds, please don’t, it’ll only make things worse. You know she’s always had it out for me.”

“Yeah and like I always say, it’s because of Stiles,” I groaned, not this again. “She’s always had a crush on him as long as you and Stiles have been best friends. She’s jealous of the attention he gives you and the way he looks at you.”

“Lydia, how many times do I have to tell you? Stiles doesn’t like me, he views me like a little sister and that’s it.”


“No, Lydia please just drop it. I’ve had a really long day and I just want to go to bed, okay?”

She sighed, “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Maybe. I kind of snapped at Stiles earlier and don’t want to face him yet. I might skip”

“Skye, you know he’ll forgive you no matter what. But, alright. Goodnight sweetie.”

“Night Lyds. And thank you.”


The next day I skipped. I didn’t feel like running into Tina in the hallways and have her laugh at me again. Call me a coward, but she just knows all the right buttons to push and points out every single one of my flaws. And I didn’t want to Stiles to see me like this, a total mess. I was in bed watching Netflix on my laptop, when I heard the doorbell ring. Frowning, I looked at the time and saw it was only twelve.

Making my way to the door, I opened it to see it was Stiles. He was just standing there with his hands behind his back and a sheepish smile on his face, “Hey.”

I felt my lower lip tremble and I threw my arms around his neck, “I’m so sorry.”

His arms went around me and I felt like I was in my safe haven, “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not mad, Lydia told me what happened.”

“Of course she did.”

He pulled back to look at me and smiled, “It’s not her fault, I wouldn’t leave her alone until she told me.”

I laughed, “You’re such an annoying pest, Stilinski.”

Stiles shrugged, “What can I say? It’s my specialty.”

I giggled and noticed he had something in his hand, “What’s in the bag?”

He smirked, “Let’s go upstairs,” grabbing my hand he practically dragged me into my room. “Close your eyes.” Huffing, I did as he said and heard him take something out the bag.


Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was Stiles looking more nervous than usual, but something red hanging from my closet door caught my eye. Turning my head I gasped, it was the dress.

“Put it on.”

I shook my head, “I can’t Stiles. It doesn’t look good on me.”

“Skye, I said put it on,” his voice was commanding and it was a side of him I rarely saw. It turned me on immensely.

Grabbing the dress, I slowly made my way to the bathroom and changed. Looking in the mirror, I didn’t see the same beautiful girl with this dress like yesterday, instead I saw a silly girl with hideous curves and thick legs. The door opened and Stiles came in and stood behind me.

“What do you see,” he rasped in my ear as he held onto my waist.

My throat was dry as I whispered, “Nothing.”

His grip on my waist tightened, “Do you know what I see? I see a beautiful girl who doesn’t know just how much of a goddess she is.”

I scoffed, “A goddess? Stiles, are you blind? I’m no goddess. I’m not petite or perfect like Lydia. I’m not flawlessly beautiful like Alisson. I’m not cute like Kira. And I’m not exotic like Malia with legs that go on for days. I have scar on my body from all the battles we’ve been through. I have awful curves.”

Stiles abruptly turned me around so I was facing him, “You’re right, you’re nothing like them.” I looked down, but he gripped my chin to make me face him again, “You’re so much more than them. Skye, you’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. My heart stops whenever I look at you, when you smile or laugh I swear the day gets brighter. You’re scars make you a survivor - no a warrior and when you look at them you should feel proud for the battles you’ve won.” My heart began to beat faster and I felt as if I couldn’t breath. “I didn’t want you to wear that black dress, cause of how sexy you looked and I knew you’d be turning heads left and right. And I should’ve told you how flawless you looked in this dress.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as he leaned down to kiss my cheek, “I don’t know why you wear all those unflattering hoodies and hide your sexy body. You’re curves aren’t awful, god they turn me on so much.” His fingers went to the back zipper and he slowly began to pull down.


“Let me show you,” he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, the zipper stopped. “Let me show you how beautiful you really are.” His lips crashed onto mine and I groaned at the feeling. My arms went to the back of his neck and I gripped hard onto his hair.

“That’s right baby, give me everything.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” I panted.

“My pleasure,” he growled before smashing his lips back to mine. His hands slipped from my waist to my ass, groping it hard and making me gasp aloud. Stiles slipped his tongue into my mouth and began to fight with mine for dominance, I quickly gave up and moaned as he sucked my tongue into his mouth. I could feel his hard dick poking my side and my poor panties were soaked. Breaking away from his lips for air, he continued to kiss me all over my face; eyes, nose, cheeks, forehead, chin and down my neck. His hands went to the top of the dress and tugged making it pool around my feet and I was left in only my underwear. He pulled away from me and his eyes darkened even more, but I suddenly felt so exposed with my body and scars on display, I tried to cover myself.

Quickly, Stiles grabbed onto my wrists and pulled them to my sides, “Don’t you dare, Skye. Don’t you hide from me.” He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, slowly kissing and sliding the straps down my shoulders. Looking into my eyes, Stiles gently grabbed my left arm and softly kissed at a bite I got from an omega werewolf. I whimpered at how gentle he was being with me and I needed him.

As if reading my mind, Stiles lead me back to my room and laid me on my bed. Hovering over me he began to kiss every inch of my body, he stopped when he reached the stab wound I received on my right side and softly traced it with his fingers. His lips continued their descent all the way to my legs and then back up to where my soaking panties were.

“Mmmm, so wet for me baby?” I bit my lip and groaned in reply as he ripped them off.

The sight of Stiles head on between my legs, made me wetter than I already was. Suddenly his head dipped lower and his tongue was lapping up my pussy juices. “Fuck Stiles!”

“You like that baby? You like my tongue buried in your wet juicy pussy? Fuck you taste delicious.” Stiles began to eat me out like a starved man and I couldn’t get enough of it.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the pleasure his sinful tongue was giving me, “Oh, god!” I yelled out and gripped onto the sheets as I came on his tongue.

Breathing hard he kissed me on the lips and I moaned as I tasted myself. Stiles got up and stripped himself of all his clothes, reaching my hand out I gripped his hard dick and began to stroke. But, he stopped me and softly kissed my lips, “This is about you baby, all about you.”

“I need you Stiles, please.”

He climbed back on top of me, “You have me Skye, always have, always will,” and he slowly entered me.

Finally, we were one and the feeling was surreal. Slowly he began to move and we both groaned at the delicious friction being made. “Fuck, Stiles. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too baby, me too. God, you’re so tight. So beautiful.” He began to move faster and my legs wrapped themselves around his waist pulling him deeper into me. Stiles began to hit all the right spots and I was seeing stars.


“That’s it baby, cum for me. Fuck,” his movements became sloppy and then he became still as he came.

We laid in bed for a while, snuggled up in each other’s arms.



“Thank you.”

He looked down at me,“For what?”

“For everything. For always being there for me and making me feel special and loved. I love you so much.”

“Skye, I’ll always be here for you. And remember that I will always love you, no matter what.” Stiles leaned down and softly kissed me.

“I just realized something,” I said.


“That now I need to go shoe shopping,” I giggled as Stiles groaned and covered his face.

persephonah  asked:

so how about some eposette wedding hcs please

(aaahhh sorry this took me so long! im not quite happy with it but anway here’s some cute gfs getting married)

Cosette and Eponine have been together for years now and they never really discussed the subject of marriage.

Don’t get me wrong, Cosette loves the whole idea of wearing a beautiful dress and walking down the aisle to promise to spend her life loving Eponine but her girlfriend never made any hints that it was something she wanted and she doesn’t want to pressure her. It’s not like she minds - they don’t need a wedding ring to prove their love, so she stays quiet about it.

Little does she know Eponine actually does want to get married and she’s been thinking about it a lot lately, especially after Combeferre and Courfeyrac got married a few months ago as the first ones in their group.

But how on earth do you bring up this kind of topic? Just proposing out of the blue is out of the question. Not if she doesn’t know if Cosette even wants to.

“Just talk about this like adults” Grantaire groans when she talks (read: whines) to him about it. She raises an eyebrow and scoffs in response.

“You mean like you and Enjolras are?” “Shut up” She knows Grantaire has been thinking about proposing as well, however Enjolras has always had pretty clear opinions on marriage in the past and he’s scared of being rejected. What a hypocrite though.

They’re having a quiet night in, curled up on the couch together with a glass of wine, when Eponine does take Grantaire’s advice.

“Hey Zette?” Cosette hums in reponse, her head resting on Eponine’s shoulder.

“Do you ever think about getting married someday?”

She feels the body next to her still. “yeah of course, do you?”

Eponine only nods, nervously skimming her finger over the top of her wine glass.

“And…would you ever consider getting married…to me?” Cosette sits up to look at her but she keeps her gaze firmly on the glass, pressing her lips together.

“Ep, I love you. Of course I considered it! I just…you never seemed interested in marriage and i didn’t want to scare you off” Eponine’s head shoots back up again “I am interested though!”

“So you want to get married?” “Yes!”  “Good.”

Cue them beaming at each other like the adorable lovebirds they are.

The next weeks Eponine spends looking for a ring and planning the perfect proposal because now that she knows they both want this, she can’t wait. But in the end Cosette beats her to it by proposing first while having a picnic in the park. It’s all sappy and perfect and they proceed to spend the rest of the day dozing cuddled together on the blanket, neither of them quite believing the other is now their fiancée

Of course all of Les Amis are ecstatic when they find out and help out with their wedding arrangements. (Eponine may have whispered “now it’s your turn” into Grantaire’s ear when he hugged her)

Neither Eponine nor Cosette are one for big pompous weddings so it ends up being a small beautiful ceremony with just their friends, Valjean and Eponine’s siblings present (her parents are absolutely not invited).

They rented a lovely little venue and there are flowers everywhere, especially violets, white magnolias and ivy (Jehan helped a lot with that)

Cosette looks stunning in her lacy bohemian dress and flowers in her hair and so does Eponine who decided to wear a dashing tuxedo instead. Both can’t take their eyes off each other as Cosette is led down the aisle by her father.

Both of them cry during their vows but no one’s eyes stay quite dry (even Montparnasse blinks suspiciously often)

When the officiant announces “you may now kiss the bride” Eponine dips Cosette for the big smooch.

During their first dance these two are simply glowing (imagine ‘forever with me’ by nedra johnson this song is gay jsyk)

Valjean of course dances with Cosette for the traditional father-daughter dance whereas Eponine dances with Gavroche who keeps twirling her around to make her laugh.

The newlyweds get home in the early morning hours, drunkenly giggling and clinging to each other happily. Eponine is carrying her shoes in her hands and Cosette’s cheek ended up covered in Eponine’s lipstick during the taxi ride home.

All tiredness is forgotten as soon as they’re over the doorstep and kisses turn heated. “We do have to consumate the marriage properly”, Ep whispers against her new wife’s lips as she guides her into the bedroom.

So I’m sure you’ve come across this photo before, I’m the photographer behind it. It’s a huge source of shame and embarrassment for me. I’m sorry that it exists. I took it around 7 years ago, when I was young and stupid. It was a last minute class assignment for a location photography course. I didn’t put much of any though into what I was doing. My friend had just found that headdress at a Salvation Army and my photo was due the next day. I feel so sorry that I didn’t think about what I was doing, but at the time I had no idea what cultural appropriation was or how far that photo would go. If I had I can guarantee I would have NEVER taken it. Each time I find it on a website I send in a submission or a contact form to have it taken down. I’ve long since deleted it off my own online portfolios. I’m submitting this because I want people to know that what I did was wrong and that the image itself is wrong. Hopefully it’ll stop glamorizing that photo if people can see that even the photographer is ashamed of it. I’ve learned a great deal since then about what it is to actually respect other’s cultures and exactly what, and how large of a deal, cultural appropriation truly is. Your blog is very important. 

My theory on that pic

Okay, so I thought some more about that photo Phichit took of Yuuri and Victor.

My three main questions are:

  • What exactly are Yuuri and Victor doing?
  • Why is Phichit there with them?
  • Why did Phichit post it online?

Of course, at first glance that pic seems rather suggestive. But even when they are very comfortable with touching each other by now, I don’t believe Yuuri would be up for something naughty in a public place. So, as long as they didn’t invite Phichit to their hotel room to watch them, I can’t think of a situation where Phichit’s with them while they are in such a position. And if Phichit accidently caught them in the act, I don’t think he’s the type of friend to post it online. Unless the truth is something more innocent.

And in the end, it is a preview for the next episode. It’s supposed to suggest more then there actually is. So, here’s my best guess at what really happened:

Yuuri and Victor go out in the evening to get some local food and Victor drinks a bit too much. So it is up to Yuuri to get him back to their hotel. And because drunk Victor doesn’t want to leave so soon, he doesn’t play along, making it quite difficult for Yuuri to drag him back to the hotel.

On their way back or in the hotel lobby they meet Phichit who sees how much trouble Yuuri has and offers to help him out with getting Victor to their room and to bed.

Once there, Victor takes his shirt of and demands to sleep together with Yuuri. Maybe with the excuse that Makkachin is not with them so he needs someone else to cuddle with to fall asleep. Maybe because he’s a bit jealous that Yuuri gets along so well with Phichit. Or maybe just because he feels like it. Yuuri refuses but Victor doesn’t listen and tackles him regardless, and that’s how they end up in this position. Phichit thinks it’s hilarious how needy Victor is acting and how much Yuuri is flailing so he took the photo and posted it online.

Cute Little Heartbreaker (1/3)

So, I finally managed to finish this little three-parter (plus epilogue), took me long enough. I will be posting the first three parts within a few days; the epilogue I’ve planned will be written soon. I’m a bit nervous, because with this one I venture into the territory of angst, which I normally don’t do. I didn’t even plan it - yeah, well. Tell that to my muse. Please let me know what you think!

summary:  Emma Swan is a vagabond. She never stays in a place longer than for six months. The night before the first day at her new job, she decides she needs a little distraction and walks into a bar looking for a one-night-stand and finds her object of choice in a good-looking guitar player. Oh, and he sings, too. From that moment on, nothing goes as planned.

rating: T (the M will have to wait until the epilogue… talk about building a climax) 

also on: and ao3

She walks into the bar like a pantheress on the hunt, smooth her steps and elegant the moves of her limbs. And the sway of her hips? Nothing short of dangerous. The red dress she’s wearing combined with the predatory look in her green eyes is a flashing warning signal and an irresistible lure at the same time. She sits down on a bar stool and orders a whisky, then turns around to scan the room for prey. The bar is not snobbish and not tacky either, and the customers are an interesting amalgamate of all sorts. Just her kind of bar.

While she takes a sip from her whisky, she lets her gaze sweep slowly across the men, but soon she thinks it might just not be her lucky night, because she sees nothing – no one – that tickles her fancy. That is, until she sees him.

He’s sitting on a backless stool placed on a small pedestal across the room, a guitar resting on his left thigh, and his posture alone catches her attention. He holds himself upright, even though his head is bent down a little over the instrument so that the most part of his features is hidden from her scrutiny. His right foot secured on the floor, he taps the dark wood in the rhythm of his fingers moving over the strings as melodious accords are quietly pearling from his instrument. Her interest is definitely piqued. She takes another sip of her whisky and watches in fascination how concentrated he seems on his music, like he doesn’t notice there’s anyone else besides him in the room. His dark hair is falling over his forehead, mostly obstructing her view of his face which has her shifting on her seat impatiently, but then he raises his head to let his gaze wander over the crowd while his tunes get a bit louder.

His face is sharply cut with a strong jawline and a classic nose, and the slight dark ginger scruff peppering his cheeks and jaw matches the auburn highlights in his hair. His lips are full and gorgeously curved, but not looking too soft or feminine. That already would make him attractive enough to catch her attention, but what really slays her are his eyes. They are of a special shade of blue, reminding her of summer skies and forget-me-nots, and even from the distance she can see it’s the type of eyes she could easily get lost in. Framed by scandalously long black lashes a few women she knows would murder for and with thick eyebrows sitting over them, these eyes have something intense about them, and he isn’t even looking at her. She feels the little hairs at the back of her neck bristle and draws in a deep breath while her hormones are starting to take over and sing seductively into her ears what she already knows: there’s her prey of choice for tonight.

Keep reading

Do you think you could do Saihara reacting to his s/o asking him to read to them? Thank you and have a nice day!!

Of course. I apologize for how long this took.

  • When you ask him, he needs a moment to register
  • You… want him to read to you?
  • Why???
  • His voice isn’t that soothing so why would you ask him to read to you?
  • But he can’t resist the look you give him
  • At least, not without feeling guilty about it
  • So he asks you what you want him to read to you
  • When you shrug your shoulders, you two start digging through books
  • This one? No, it’s too easy.
  • This one, he admits, might put him to sleep mid-sentence.
  • Finally, you two agree on a book he should read to you.
  • And yes, of course it’s a mystery novel
  • You both sit down and he opens the book
  • He’s stalling though
  • He keeps clearing his throat and his eyes drift around the page
  • Then your eyes meet and you smile at him
  • He finally relaxes and begins
  • His voice is steady and clear
  • The gentle rise and fall of the words leaving his mouth puts you at ease
  • Your eyes end up feeling heavy
  • You try your hardest to stay awake but his voice…
  • You end up falling asleep
  • He immediately notices and catches you before your body can go forward
  • He can’t really get you to the bed without waking you but…
  • He puts you into a more comfortable position and stays with you for most of the time before you wake up
  • The only time he left was to go get you a blanket

2016 Stormer Survey

Hello there stormers!

Wild World has been out and about for a while now and both old and new fans have been enjoying it. 2016 has been a big year for the guys and this fandom, so with the new year approaching, I thought it would be a fun idea to get to know a bit more about the Stormer fandom and the experiences we’ve had with this band.

Soooo, I’ve created a survey with around 20 questions about Bastille and this fandom.I don’t think it will take you that long to answer all of the questions, and it would mean so much to me if you took 5 minutes out of your day to answer them. You don’t have to registrate or anything like that, all you have to do is click the link below and answer the questions. It’s anonymous and I won’t know who’s answered what. It’s really easy, trust me.

Here’s the link:

I hope that many of you want to participate in this. Please share and spread this with all of the stormers you know so that we can get good results. Also, make sure to answer the questions honestly, in that way the reults will be as correct as possible. 

I’ll be announcing the results here a few days into January. (this won’t happen if the survey gets less than 20 answers though, so please make sure to participate)

Okay I think that’s everything for now. If you have any questions, please leave an ask or message me on here and I’ll do my best to answer. I hope everyone is having a good time over the holidays and happy new year to all of you!!

Honestly that pisses me off because everyone complains about how hacking towns is bad but when there’s a nice looking NON HACKED TOWN you guys don’t believe it and think it’s hacked like what kind of logic is this? I don’t think anybody realized how hard I worked on Crystal… how long it took me to plot the villagers, figure out the sailor moon references, growing hybrid carnations to fill my WHOLE TOWN… come on dont discredit me like that, and although hacking has it’s shortcuts it is damn difficult to create a town either way.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a request where the characters all know about the reset button and how they would reacts to MC clicking it after their route and how their answers and personality would change in the next one you did? (Please include Saeran, V and Rika if possible)

YAY ANGST >:D sorry this actually took me a long time to think about because omg this is too much character analysis… tbh i was going to leave this for later because it’s so complicated but I WANT TO WRITE ANGST… when i first read a bunch of reset theory posts i was literally so depressed for seven LOL.. like let the poor boy be happy he deserves so much

sorry but i couldn’t think of a really good characterization for saeran, v, and rika since they don’t have actual routes, so i didn’t include them :<

also this probably would’ve made more sense if i wrote them story-style but i got lazy ^~^


  • when you first reset, he was mostly dumbfounded
  • he had no idea what was going on, suddenly sitting on his bed with the messenger app open and realizing that he’d read this chatroom before
  • it finally clicks that you reset the game back to the beginning and he’s honestly so upset
  • did he mean nothing to you? was it that easy to have his feelings confirmed and then tossed aside?
  • but then he gets hopeful
  • maybe you just wanted to restart to experience falling in love with him again
  • so he plays along and sends those messages all over
  • he’ll even compare you to rika again, so that he can coax the same reactions out of you 
  • but even he could realize things were different when you were happily sweet-talking another member throughout the day
  • it honestly shatters him, and he distracts himself by excessively playing LOLOL nonstop
  • but as painful as it is, he decides to support whoever you’re aiming for
  • he’s happy to see you changing their life for the better, even if it’s not his this time
  • in every different route, he’ll never show you how much he’s hurting
  • he’ll just put on a smile and cheer you on
  • cause all he wants is for you to be happy


  • he’s devastated when he realizes you reset
  • it’s just a big mixture of disbelief and confusion
  • even when it’s obvious you’re aiming for another member of the RFA, he’s never going to stop sweet-talking you
  • because he’s desperate to have you back
  • his heart shatters a bit every time you greet someone else in the chatroom, or say goodbye to another member
  • he loves calling you though, because even if your heart changed, at least your voice didn’t
  • the only major difference is when he realizes you chose jumin’s route
  • jumin’s already ticked him off no matter what, but seeing you comfort and send those loving messages that he used to get from you was too much
  • he’s undeniably salty and bitter in jumin’s route because of that
  • but no matter what, he loves you so much
  • so all he can do is act as usual and wait for you to choose him again


  • she gets sullen when everything seems to restart
  • she doesn’t quite remember how, but you made a big impact on her life
  • and it’s all gone in the blink of an eye
  • she drowns herself in work as a distraction
  • even the prospect of no sleep doesn’t make her that upset anymore
  • at least it lowers the chances of her dreaming about you
  • she doesn’t even blame you for resetting
  • maybe this is how it should be
  • maybe she’s fated to being alone and working until retirement
  • after all, that is what the fortuneteller back then prophesied 
  • whenever she sees you happily chatting with the others in the chatroom, she steels herself and talks normally
  • she has many things to do, and she wouldn’t get in your way
  • the reset was just a sign that it wasn’t meant to last
  • so she’ll watch over you and guide you to whatever path that was meant for you


  • oh hell no
  • you did not just reset on him
  • he wasn’t accepting that
  • he’ll be extremely curt towards you in the beginning few days
  • he’s just so salty
  • but he gets impatient and starts mentioning the possibility of you visiting his home
  • maybe you’ll realize your feelings if you stayed with him for a bit
  • of course, you’re all confused and say you can’t leave the apartment
  • he shuts himself off and acts emotionless 24/7 now
  • he’s especially snippy when he enters the chatroom and sees zen chatting away with you
  • but every time he sees you move further and further away from him, it’s another crushing sense of unhappiness
  • each reset only multiplies his displeasure
  • although he never truly abandons the possibility that you might come back into his arms, he’s left with one lingering thought
  • “i can’t trust women”


i didn’t write a lot for bae since i feel like he knows about the resets already… like there have been theories and moments where 707 just breaks the 4th wall and i’m just there like ALRIGHT THEN lmfao but i’ll just put a few tidbits cause yay angst

  • he was completely withdrawn the first time you reset
  • all of his happiness just slipped out of his fingers with the press of a button
  • but he made this game, so wasn’t it to be expected?
  • this was what he deserved, with the life he was living
  • he wasn’t meant to stay in the light
  • permanent happiness was something he wasn’t allowed to hope for
  • he realized that fully once you reset
  • he’ll maintain his persona and act as the bright and happy 707 in the chatrooms
  • but there will be times when he breaks (ex “Unstable Seven” in the jumin route)
  • but even if you forget him, he’ll always love you
  • he might fade from your memory, but he’ll always keep you in his heart no matter where you go