ive been staring at this for a while

A story from the line at McDonald's
  • Me: okay so my sexuality's a complicated deal so let's just call me queer as hell
  • Friend: nono I wanna know can't you explain it
  • Me: well ok mainly I am asexual which means I don't want to do the do nor do I long for it, so it has nothing to do with lack of confidence or anything like that, I simply don't find anyone sexually attractive
  • Friend: right right
  • Me: but I'm also bi romantic. The sexual and romantic attraction are different, and I still fall in love and want to have physical contact with my partner, I just don't need the hanky panky
  • Friend: right cause you have a girlfriend that's pansexual right
  • Me: exactly and as long as we're both happy with not doing the rumba naked, that's a valid relationship
  • Friend: I get it, I get it... I didn't know the entire sexual and romantic orientations were different
  • Me: yeah I know it was an eyeopener for me when I found ou-
  • Lady behind us in line: excuse me so sorry but I couldn't help but overhear but I didn't know half of what you just said and I was just wondering what that thing your girlfriend was is, pansexual?
  • Me: *awkward glance at friend* oh uh I'm not an expert or anything and uh ok so basically it's similar to being bisexual, but there's less value in what gender the one you're attracted to is, at least as I understood it. So a bisexual would be attracted to a person despite their gender, a pansexual wouldn't really care at all in a way uh I'm sorry I'm bad at explaining
  • Lady behind us in line: that's alright I can look it up myself later you gave me a general idea! So where did you find out these things, you're pretty young?
  • Me: well, Internet. Once you're a bit confused about what you might be you usually go looking for explanations...
  • Lady behind us in line: so uh in theory... It's fine if you don't know, I just want to check with you... Is there a thing called aROMANTIC? like you're asexual, is there a equivalent to the romantic orientation you mentioned?
  • Me: oh yeah, absolutely! You can be both asexual and aromantic, or aromantic and heterosexual, literally all combinations are possible!
  • Lady behind us in line: *smiles LIKE REALLY GODDAMNED GENUINELY* thank you so much, I did not know that. *fishes up phone from pocket* now if you excuse me, I'm going to call my mother and tell her I'm not crazy for never having been married or stayed with one guy for long despite being 50+ but still has three children! *steps out of line and walks off while dialing*
  • Friend: wow that was... Amazing
  • Me: see how happy she got? That's the power of right information.
  • And that's why I've been smiling since this happened.

anonymous asked:

HC for Jungkook having the biggest crush on Jimin but then later finds out that Jungkooks teacher is Jimins mother. And she hates Jungkook guts.

+ “yo, who is that.” Jungkook says with wide eyes as a male helps a girl hang up a banner.

+ “That’s Park Jimin.” Seokjin says and Jungkook looks like melted puddle of goo. Seokjin frowns “you don’t want-”

+ “imma date him.” “Jungkook do you know who kid he is?” “No but we will have five.”

+ Jungkook day dreams in class with a dumb smile on his face imaging Jimin holding lamb skewers.

+ “Yah! Jeon Jungkook!” Jungkook jumps when a ruler hits his desk. He looks up the elder woman glaring at him. His teacher Mrs.Park “you day dreaming in class again!? Well if you’re not paying attention then you must already know. What’s 1×= 12 - 4?”

+ “uh….” “Go sit in the hall!”

+ Jungkook groans in the hall holding his arms up while sitting on his knees. Jungkook sighs looking up to a sound of someone walking. It was Jimin.

+ Jungkook felt his heart shoots out of his eyes as Jimin innocently looks over at him.

+ “oh, are you in trouble?” “Yeah, I didn’t really do anything wrong though.” “Ha ha, well you should see her at home. Mom is such a perfectionist it’s scary.” “Yeah like-”

+ Jungkook pales as he looks at Jimin “SHE’S YOUR MOM??” Jungkook new the gods were up laughing at him.

+ How could a scary woman likr that produce this Angel???

+ Jimin smiles shyly and rubs the back of his head. “Yeah, but she can be nice some times. She takes teaching seriously.”

+ Jungkook just stares at him before a groan a comes from his mouth. Jimin frowns in confusion and Jungkook shakes his head.

+ The next day Jungkook acts super poilet to Mrs.Park who looks at him suspiciously.

+ “Why are you so good? "Ive always been good Mrs.Park.” “no you…what did you do?” “I didn’t do anything!” “Then what are you trying to do?” “Your son-I mean-” “MY WHAT?” “WAIT MRS. PARK! PLEASE DROP THE RULER! I SWEAR I’LL TREAT JIMIN HYUNG REALLY GOOD! HOW ARE YOU SO FAST!?!?!”

+ Jimin looks confused as he and Taehyung watch Jungkook running down the hall while Mrs. Park is chasing him down with a ruler.

Until Our Chances Are Spent

Main pairing: Jyn Erso / Cassian Andor, rebelcaptain

Fandom: Rogue One / Star Wars

Word Count: 6,126

Chapter: 1/? - “The Escape”

Rating: T (for language)

Summary: Jyn Erso and Cassian Andor died on Scarif - that’s what the Rebel Alliance has been telling everyone in order to protect the location of Yavin IV and other members of the Rebellion. When news of their survival is threatened to be exposed, Jyn must do everything she can to protect the Rebellion and make sure that the sacrifices they made were not in vain.

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{PART 8} Who Are You? // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (ft. Jackson Wang)

Genre: Angst

Summary: You get the chance to talk to Jackson alone - expressing how you feel, while Jackson tries to piece together all of the pieces of the puzzle that are just not fitting right.

Please note that this scenario contains mentions of road/car accidents, cheating, amnesia and comas.

{Part 1} // {Part 7} {Part 8} {Part 9}

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hey whats up! this was written for the @meowraculouschatnoirzine​, which you can download now for pay what you can!!!! all profits will go to charity~

back with a classic adrien (or chat in this case) and chloe friendship fic. its been a bit since ive written one of these and honestly? missed it


Chloé decides to spend the night on her balcony. Not the whole night, that’d be ridiculous, she could never sleep with the sounds of the city so loud, but just a few hours. She actually watches the sunset for once, which is nice and pretty and probably emotionally moving or something, and pretends to do a few homework problems. She told herself she’d start being better about that.

After a while, she finds herself staring off to the horizon, the skyline of the city permanently burned into her memory. She blinks in surprise when something on that horizon starts moving.

Chloé squints into the growing darkness as the slightly darker thing starts moving closer. It takes her an almost embarrassingly long time to realize it’s not just a thing, it’s Chat Noir.

Strange for him to be out, he doesn’t usually patrol on Thursdays, and there haven’t been any sounds of akuma.

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anonymous asked:

I'm trying to fall in love with myself because Im bad and I deserve it but it's hard lmfao 😩😩😂

wowowowow i have a lot to say about this because ive been through this and this might be rly irrelevant n it might not help u but i have tips on how to fall in love with yourself because i fuckin hated myself a while back and i started to do these things n they worked!!!!!! i mean i have my days where i have a hard time but !!!!!!!!!!!! here r some things u can do that may be corny but worked for me:

  • walk around naked: no mf joke when i was home alone i wear no clothes. it really helps me become comfortable in my body and sometimes i just stare at myself naked just so i can be comfortable with the idea of being in my own skin!!! also sleeping naked!!! good stuff
  • fake it til u make it: act like you’re the shit. not in an arrogant way but make sure you’re telling yourself every day you’re the hottest thing to walk this planet. even if you don’t believe it and it may seem like a joke, you sort of start to believe yourself and it really makes you seem more confident!!! confidence is key!!! fake confidence so it turns into real confidence!!!!
  • have a pamper day: honestly so many people are so busy that they dont have time to have a day to themselves. when you aren’t busy make sure you give yourself a nice spa session. face masks, nail polish, doing your hair nicely, a nice exfoliate and a nice scent. those little times you get to yourself are really great to explore yourself.
  • dont be so hard on yourself: its so fucking hard to do this but you really have to allow yourself to just be. if you’re forever focused on your flaws, how are you supposed to see the good in yourself? how are you meant to show that good in you to everyone you meet? this is hard but i know u can do it!!

hi i just got home 2 hours ago and it turns out i don’t have time to stay up all night even though i have a 4 day weekend bc tomorrow i gotta visit houses so im upsetti

anonymous asked:

hey, ive been following your blog for ages and your probably one of my biggest inspirations. I've been trying to make the leap from traditional to digital but I'm finding the transition a little frustrating, do you have any tips, your paintings always have so much life and fluidity in them

Hey anon, what kind of frustrations are you experiencing exactly? Are you having trouble adapting from drawing on paper to controlling a tablet pen? Blending in the colours? Getting the right brush settings?

I know for myself when l first started switching to digital it was hard to get use to. Staring at the monitor while you draw on a tablet is really different, but you will eventually get use to it and might even like it if you keep using it.

Not sure if I can provide any useful tips, but l just applied how you do things in traditional to digital; start with the basic rough sketch, clean and readjust any mistakes and colour at the end:

In my case I clean my stuff right on the sketch itself to maintain its flow of the pose. Another way is lowering the opacity level on your sketch layer, and make a new layer on top to trace and clean your piece. There is no right way to art really, you will find what you are comfortable with through experimenting and practicing.  

Digital is faster to use and you can easily play around with different brushes to create different result to your work. They are obtainable around tumblr, deviantart and custom brush websites. You can even make your own too! (Don’t ask me where l get those because I no longer have the original links)

Not sure what else I can tell you but I hope this help you in some way :o

anonymous asked:

theres this girl I like so much... but she sends me different signs like, she doesnt answer to my comments on her fb posts or when I speak on a messenger group we have in common but at the same time she stares at me and she always holds my hand while we greet each other and I guess she likes to touch me (bc shes always finding excuses to do it) Ive been checking and she doesnt do any of these with other people except with a friend shes rly close with, what should I think? she likes me back?

Fb comments isn’t a real thing yk like different people answer on them differently and it doesnt show anything. But she gives you real signs so i think you should do some moves, maybe tell her that you like her? You need to risk a little, theres a big chance that she likes you back

i do want 2 write the pining jealous keith drabble while he stares longingly at lance and plaxum….. im Weak its such a good idea @lanceskincare

ca199900  asked:

Will there be a part 15 of MGG daddy

Yes, there is!  Here is the Part 15, comin’ ‘atcha! leonkassi, downtonabb3y, blueeyedvirginiagirl, enjoy!

(Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 16  Part 17  Epilogue)

2 weeks.

It had been 2 miserable weeks in the hospital.

2 weeks of sleepless nights, heart rate machines, fights with Matthew, parenting differences, troubles breastfeeding, sore appendages, dissolving stitches, and healing bruises.

And you were done.

Done and ready to go home.

You cried, you screamed, you had nightmares…the works.  But there was something else there.

Something lurking…something at the base of your anger and your resentment and your fighting and your sleeplessness.

So, for the first time since your stay there, after Matthew had left for the cafeteria, crying for the third time that week, you pressed the little red nurses button.


“Hello, my name is Dr. Matton,” the soothing woman said.  “I hear you are having…some troubles.”

Gripping Angel close to you, invisible tears from emptied ducts turn your eyes red.  “I…I’m angry.”

“I would assume so,” the woman lulled.

As Matthew sniffed, he slowly shuffled in.  “Y/N?  Is everything alright…?”

Whipping your head up to him, fear crosses your face.  As the woman looks over her shoulder, she gets up and crosses over to Matthew.

“I think it would be best if you sat outside.  I think you…make her uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable?  Impossible.  What’s going on?  What’s wrong now?” Matthew raises his voice.

“I will let you know if there is something to be alarmed about,” the woman coos, shuffling Matthew out of the room and locking the door behind him.

And as he stands in the middle of the hallway, watching Thomas cross the waiting room, he wonders how things went so wrong…how things went so dark.


“Talk to me,” the woman puts a hand on your shoulder.

“I can’t stop crying…Matthew makes me eat…I…” you kiss Angel on her forehead as your arms start to tremble.  “I don’t sleep…I don’t want to give Angel to Matthew…I…I’m so mad at him…”

“Why?  What has Matthew done?  Has he hurt you in any way?”

Shock washing over your face, you squeal, “Good God, no!  But…it’s like I don’t trust him with her.  And the crying…it happens for no reason…and I did so much research on PPD…”

As the woman throws her head back and laughs, you look at her confused.  “W-what…did I say?”

Putting her hand over yours, she says, “Sweetheart, you are not depressed.  Nowhere near it.  Women who have PPD have issues with self-harming, or wanting to harm their child.  You, my dear, are rattled with guilt.”

Hearing that word made your stomach turn, and all at once, the emotions you had tried so hard to ignore and alleviate came pouring…no, plunging…from your body.

“But the wreck was my fault!  I was the one fiddling with the radio!  I am the reason she didn’t carry to term!  I am the reason Matthew hates me!  I am the reason that we didn’t get to see her or hold her or hear her first cry.  It’s my fault that we have been in this damned hospital for 2 weeks instead of at home with his family who have yet to see her!!”

Yanking your IV out of your hand, the psychiatrist pages the nurses to come help.  As blood drips down your hand, Matthew rushes in behind everyone and scoops up little Angel.

And as they give you a shot to help you calm down, Matthew stares at you in shock, while little Angel nestles into his chest, calm and asleep.


“What’s going to happen to her?” Matthew asks the psychiatrist.

“Nothing, my dear,” she soothes as she puts a hand on Matthew’s arm.  “She is feeling guilty.  She’s just grieving in the only way she knows how.  She is a new mother, in a place that isn’t her home, sleeping no more than 3 hours a night, and not taking her pain medication in order to provide for Angel what she feels she took away when the accident occurred.”

“A-and what’s that?” Matthew stammers.

“Protection.  It’s why she won’t hand Angel over.  It’s why she won’t take her pain medication so she can breastfeed.  It’s why she won’t let you take her during the nights so she can sleep.  She feels responsible for everything that happened, even though she knows the driver behind the truck that caused the crash was drunk.  And she will continue to grieve until she feels like an adequate mother again.”

Tears cresting his eyes, he holds Angel close.  “What can I do?”

Smiling, Dr. Matton squeezes Matthew’s arm.  “Exactly what you’re doing now.”


As Matthew walks back into your room with a crying Angel, you whip your head around and hold out your arms.

“Come here, my sweetheart.  I know you’re hungry,” you coo to her.

As Matthew sits on the corner of your bed, he hands Angel over and smiles.  “The doctor says that once your psychiatric papers are processed, we can go home.”

Feeling a flood of relief cascade down your body, you shiver.  “Matthew, I…”

Moving close to you, he dips his face into yours and kisses your lips lightly.  “You are a wonderful, strong, independent, beautiful, intelligent woman…and Angel is so lucky to have you as a mother.”

Leaning your forehead into Matthew’s, you start to sob again as Angel eats.  “My god, I am so sorry.  I am so sorry for ruining everything.  Our birth plan, our due date, your family being here…my god, I am so sorry.”

And as you both cry together from the pain of a common wound, Matthew scoots you over and lays down beside you on the bed, holding you while you hold Angel.


ONE // do you believe in soulmates? 

i. you’re the tall kingdom i surround ii. i was a billion little pieces ‘til you pulled me into focus / astronomy in reverse / it was me who was discovered iii. let me in the walls you’ve built around / we can light a match and burn them down iv. i was so sure i was faulty / and not able to love / but then you crept up on me while I was dreaming / whispered love into my ear v. maybe i am just as scared as you / it’s alright, stay by my side / on the edge of everything we know vi. and you love like you’ve always been lonely vii. and all my life I have been so cold ‘til you viii. you steal me away with your eyes and with your mouth / and just take me back to a room in your house / and stare at me with the lights off ix. and the end comes too soon