just eat the last one

anonymous asked:

I don't know how to study. All through high school I never needed to and now I'm at Uni, I don't know how. I'm so stressed and so behind. Please help

Hey babe! I’ve been in your exact position before, and I know how overwhelming it feels. Building study skills basically from scratch is a lot of work, I won’t lie, but it’s totally doable! There are a few different things you’ll need to do;

1. Get a planner. Preferably a cute one that you want mind keeping on your dresser all the time. Put every single due date, reading date, class activity, everything in it. Then, go one step further and put start dates in too – at least three days before the assignment is due if it’s simple homework, longer for bigger projects. Always give yourself more time than you need. Be sure to look at your planner first thing every morning, and stick to what it says! Discipline is key. 

2. Find out your learning style. A little bit of research online can help you figure it out and give you some helpful resources to use this to your advantage. After you’ve figured this out, you can come up with a plan to effectively study for each subject. 

3. Don’t get burnt out. Studying for long periods of time without breaks is a sure fire way to not remember a thing. Give yourself plenty of breaks, and make time for friends and other things you enjoy. 

4. Learn to ask for help when you need it. This is one that I still need to get better at; I’m always afraid of inconveniencing people, but the truth is your teachers and classmates are happy to help if you need it! Go to office hours, start a study group, take advantage of on-campus tutoring if it’s available.

5. Use online resources if you need clarification. There’s so much information right at your finger tips, so take advantage of it! If you’re confused about anything, big or small, chances are someone else out there has been, too. Do a a quick search for articles or videos that may explain things more clearly than your textbook or teacher does. I’m a big fan of Khan Academy!

6. Study like you eat. I heard somewhere that you wouldn’t just eat one huge meal and hope it lasted all week, so you shouldn’t study that way either. Studying in shorter, more regular intervals will help the information stick better than just cramming right before a test.

7. Relax! You can totally handle this, it’ll just take a little time to adjust. Remember to take plenty of time to take care of yourself, both mentally and physically. Get plenty of sleep, eat as healthy as you can, and drink plenty of water. Feeling your best means you can perform your best, so make self care a priority!

Best of luck at university!

Sopapillas

Stephen groaned outwardly as he leaned back into his chair, distended stomach pushing forward into his lap. He raised his hands to place them on his undeniable gut and give the small swell a solid rub.  As he traced his hands across its outline, he inventoried the changes. He had put on at least twenty five pounds since starting college three months ago, and he knew more was ahead if he kept eating like this.

But, Texas was nothing he could have seen coming. Hailing from rural Maine, Mexican food was a rarity, and had always been a favorite. But, now, down in the south, in a border state no less, his options were as plentiful as the menus were cheap. For the last three months, he had taken himself from restaurant to restaurant, sampling seasoned meats, sharp cheeses, fine spices, flavorful rice dishes, and his absolute favorite:  desserts. Stephen had an especially soft heart for sopapillas–flaky pastries fried in oil and slathered with honey, sugar and cinnamon.

His curiosity had taken him to at least a dozen restaurants, but one, and only one, was running on the same 24/7 schedule he was:  Taco Cabana. Stephen knew it was one of the farthest things you could get from authentic Mexican and not the tastiest either, but, at night, when his stomach would growl and his resolve would crumble, he’d always manage to find his way to this glowing oasis of food, with its tacky decor and cheap, plentiful portions.

He groaned again at the tightness in his stomach, and reached down to unbutton his tight shorts; shorts that he knew were loose on him just before he came to college. The button struggled, but his hands were deft and the clasp was freed. He sighed in relief as his stomach fell gratefully into the extra space. How many nights had he spent like this, he idly wondered. How many times had he sauntered in, late at night, to stuff himself with rice, cheese, and greasy meats?

How many times, indeed, had he come in? He knew, fifteen pounds ago, that he was putting on weight, but, that didn’t seem to stop him. He knew when he started having to suck in his gut to button his pants; he knew when his underwear clung tightly around his thighs and backside; he knew when his favorite button down wouldn’t close around his gut; but none of that, absolutely none of it, had stopped him. Each time, Stephen always swore to himself, he’d start a diet.  He’d start a diet, skip out on Mexican food, and lose the weight–but for some reason, each time he was up late studying, or just hanging out with his friends, he would come back. And not just come back, but stuff himself until he was absurdly full. A task which, as his gut had grown, required steadily more and more food to accomplish. Stephen realized, if anything, he was coming around more and more often.

Stephen adjusted in his seat and stifled a belch, his small belly wobbling back and forth as his hips shifted. His stomach wasn’t aching as badly as it was earlier, he noted, and decided it was time to go. Stephen stood and, grabbing the tray which carried three empty plates of food, walked over to the trashcan to dispose of them. He took his empty drink to the soda fountain to top off before heading out, filling it back to the brim with a sugary soda and made his way to the exit. As he passed he register at the entrance, he gave a polite nod to the gentleman behind it–a usual night staff worker, Stephen had noticed. However, this time, a few feet from the door, he heard the cashier call out:

“Hey, gordito.”

Stephen didn’t speak a lick of Spanish, and he was some time from learning what the word meant, but, he knew it was for him. He turned around to face the cashier and asked as politely as he could, “Yes, sir?”

The cashier smiled to himself. “How about some dessert?”

Stephen’s stomach let out an audible gurgle, causing him to blush slightly and the cashier’s grin to spread a little wider.

“What do you say? How about dessert to go, on the house?”

Free food? Free dessert at that? Stephen grinned widely and gave a strong nod, unaware of the way his gut bobbled slightly along with his head.

“Here you go,” said the cashier. He reached down under the counter briefly, and produced a small to-go box. This was something he clearly anticipated. Stephen approached the counter and took the box, and gave the cashier a pleasant thank you as he walked out the door.

Returning to his dorm room, Stephen set the to-go box on his bed. He groaned quietly to himself and rubbed his gut, happy to have his roommate out for the week. As Stephen was standing up and preparing to undress, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His belly was visibly swollen with food and strained noticeably against his favorite tee-shirt. The shirt fit in an unflattering fashion. Stephen’s body had been swelling outward, pulling taught every formerly loose fold in its fit. To say it clung to him tightly was an understatement–It seemed to highlight the swelling of his torso, accentuating his protruding love handles. Stephen noticed this did the unfortunate work of pointing out exactly how much he had grown, as it left nothing to the imagination as to exactly how wide he was getting or by how much he was overflowing his shorts. It was glaringly obvious that his love handles had managed to not just rebel against the waist of his shorts, but to overtake it and swamp it in excess adipose. Bad as that was, worse still, Stephen thought, was at the apex of his belly. Each of his budding love handles swelled together toward the front of his gut, blossoming outward into a round, protruding gut which struggled so tightly against the shirt that an indentation was left where his navel was–an obvious place where fabric was not in direct contact with flesh.

Stephen groaned pitifully to himself, noticing now that his shorts were still unbuttoned. The shirt managed to cover his gut, but only as much, and it left exposed to the world the evidence of his recent gluttony. He had walked how many blocks like this? Had seen how many people like this?

He reached down under his gut and sucked in, tucking the button into its clasp before letting his stomach fall back out. It didn’t hurt as much as it had earlier, but, it seemed to hoist his gut higher and make it more pronounced. Stephen sighed, running his hands at the top of the largest curve. This was getting out of hand, Stephen thought to himself. It’s time to start that diet and get back into shape, his voice rang in his head confidently. Yes, Stephen was sure, the diet starts now.

As Stephen turned around, however, his attention was caught by the small, styrofoam to-go box on his bed. Stephen looked down at the soft curve of his gut, then again at the to-go box.

The diet would start tomorrow.

He grinned to himself, already thinking about the taste of the delicious treat on his palette.  But, rather than start immediately, Stephen decided he wanted to at least be a little more comfortable. Sucking in his stomach yet again, Stephen reached down and unfastened the button for his shorts and slid them down his legs. His chunky thighs and well-filled buttocks appreciatively relaxed into the extra space, and were made more obvious by the fit of his mid-thigh boxer briefs. Deciding to leave his shirt on, for now at least, Stephen grabbed a clean fork from the sink and walked over to his bed, tugging his shirt down over his belly before sitting down.

Stephen’s stomach gurgled again as he opened the to-go box, eyeing the fried morsel with a thick coating of sugar and honey. Sopapillas–his favorite. As Stephen cut off a corner with the side of his fork, he reminded himself that he wasn’t going against his diet, since he wouldn’t be starting that until tomorrow.

He slid the bite into his mouth, and sighed contently as the sugar and honey dissolved onto his tongue. The sweet and savory morsel rolled about his mouth, the tastes becoming more intermingled as his teeth greedily gnashed away. This, Stephen thought, was worth it. His fork went back and shoveled another, larger bite into his waiting maw.

Bite after bite, the pastry before him was turned into a gnash of fried bread and sugar, and swallowed into his waiting gut. Stephen eagerly scraped the remaining sugar and honey from the sides of the box, lifting as much of it as possible back to his mouth. Finally, after a euphoric few minutes, Stephen’s fork came up completely empty, and only filled his mouth with a trademark metallic taste. Stephen let out a sigh, half content, and half disappointed that his treat had been finished.

Stephen closed the box and set it down at his side. He let out a little belch, sighed again contently, and then lightly placed a hand on the top of his gut as it rested in his lap. Stephen looked back down at the box, a little disappointed. Tomorrow his diet would start, and that would mean no more sopapillas and no more nights of mexican food. Stephen looked down at the swell of his gut again, though, and was reminded of why that may not be such a bad thing. After all, Stephen didn’t want to get fat.

This was, Stephen knew, his last sopapilla for a long time. Resigned, Stephen sighed and stood up to walk the to-go box to the trash can. He reached down and picked up the box, only to discover that it was heavier than he remembered. Confused, Stephen opened the box again and to his surprise found not just one, but two sopapillas inside.

Stephen blinked.

“The fuck?” were the only words he could audibly muster. He could remember eating the last one just less than five minutes ago. Not only could he remember it, he could still make out the lingering taste of the sopapilla on his tastebuds. Despite Stephen’s confusion, his stomach came to one conclusion:  it growled audibly, and Stephen began to salivate.

Shrugging his shoulders, Stephen sat back down on his bed. “Must’ve been three in there and I missed them somehow.” Aware that this was a shitty explanation, Stephen didn’t really care. As the growl of his stomach and the smile creeping over his lips explained he already knew what he wanted:  more dessert.

Sitting back down on his bed and picking up his fork again, Stephen wet his lips in anticipation. Stephen brought down his fork on the flaky, gooey pastry, and smiled wider as the utensil crushed through it, forcing excess honey to ooze around it. As his stomach issued another quiet grumble, Stephen slopped the morsel in the excess sweet, sticky honey and brought it to his lips. Slipping the morsel into his mouth, Stephen again let out a content sigh. The gooey mixture of bread, honey, and sugar dissolved on his tongue, and he swallowed strongly, feeling the slop of sweetness plop into his waiting stomach.

Stephen reached for his fork and rapidly shoveled in another few bites until the first pastry was gone. Despite his earlier binge, Stephen was suddenly racked with a renewed sense of hunger. His primal urge turned on the remaining sopapilla, and Stephen, uninterested in wasting time, set the fork down on the nearby counter and reached in for the gooey treat with his hand. Stephen sopped the flaky pastry in the excess honey and sugar left in the container and, to his own surprise, brought the whole pastry to his mouth. Stephen wet his lips, then opened his maw wide as he stuffed in the pastry until his cheeks visibly puffed out around the food his mouth contained. Stephen bit down, his teeth tearing through the pastry as his lips became covered in sticky honey.

Stephen groaned happily as his jaw flexed, trying to subdue the pastry into a chewable mash. He swallowed a little bit at a time, feeling a slow trickle of honey, bread, and sugar down his gullet until finally, the last of it landed in his greedy stomach. Before he knew it, Stephen had shoveled what was left of the second sopapilla into his mouth and began to chew. Closing the lid on the box, Stephen set it at his side again, and placed both hands on either side of his gut. Stephen leaned back against the nearby wall and tilted his head up gently, swallowing, as his hands began to lightly massage his gut.

Stephen’s stomach gurgled audibly as he massaged it, trying to break down the pastries into usable calories. Stephen was content before, but now, as his stomach gurgled again, he wanted more. He wanted more, but, gently squeezing the side of his gut, Stephen reminded himself that what he needed was a diet. Especially now, Stephen thought, after three helpings of dessert.

“God,” he groaned, before stifling a belch, “I can’t keep doing this. I’ll turn into a fucking pig.”

Stephen’s stomach protested; it gurgled slightly, and Stephen caught himself struck with hunger again.

“God damn it, why the fuck am I hungry again? I just ate,” he groaned, perplexed by the sudden insatiability of his appetite. It had never been like this before.

Out of the corner of his eye, Stephen again noticed the to-go box. As the hunger ebbed away at his sense of self-control, Stephen caught himself wondering. If last time, there was more, then, maybe…

No. Stephen stopped himself and shook his head–even if there was, for some godawful reason, it was no excuse. He was on a diet, and he was going to lose weight and that was that. Stephen looked down at his gut again with a renewed sense of embarrassment, and strengthened his resolve.

But, from within, his hunger whispered, “I did say the diet starts tomorrow… and it’s definitely not tomorrow.” He eyed the to-go container again, “Do you think?” the voice in his head asked. “Maybe,” came the same voice in reply. As his hunger rose again, so did the intensity of his desires. Stephen unconsciously smacked his tongue in his mouth, sopping up whatever microscopic leftovers of its sugary treat it could still find. “Maybe,” Stephen thought to himself, and his hunger firmly commanded, “Check again.”

Without lifting the box, Stephen flipped the top on the to-go box to find to his surprise, another two sopapillas just as decadent as the last ones.

“What is going on here,” Stephen spoke aloud to no one in particular. He removed both hands from his stomach and lifted the to-go box to his face, the scent of the pastries hit his nose hard, almost like they had been freshly baked. Stephen’s round stomach let out a loud gurgle, as the hunger pains returned to rack his body again.

Groaning, Stephen tried to control himself. “I don’t need to eat–I don’t want to get fat.”. Stephen whined, placing his hands on his abundant gut, trying to ground himself. Alas, from deep within, came the voice.

“Eat.”

Stephen reached in with his hand and picked up one of the pastries and stuffed as much of it into his mouth until his cheeks visibly strained. They puffed out hard on either side, and Stephen struggled to keep his mouth closed as he chewed. He tilted his head back again, lips smacking as his jaws worked to turn the treat into something more manageable. Bit by bit, the sugary treat slid down the back of his throat and sloshed into his stomach.

Stephen’s stomach gurgled as he reached for the second sopapilla to repeat his gluttony. As he smooched the chewy pastry into his waiting mouth again, Stephen felt contentment spread across his body even as his stomach’s hunger seemed to deepen.

In what was going to be the last moment Stephen’s willpower held up, he closed the lid and swallowed hard as he wiped powdered sugar from his lips. Through shocked, heavy breaths, Stephen’s fear grew, even as his hunger creeped upon the fringes of his psyche.

“No–” Stephen groaned, “I can’t get fat.” Fear creeping up within him, both hands flew to his stomach as the hunger returned.

“Eat,” came a deep, resounding voice which he could not quite place. “You’re hungry,” it echoed again.

“No, I–ugh.” Stephen tried to calm himself, and his hunger, but to no avail.

“Eat.”

“I–”

“Eat.”

“Fuck. Why am I so hungry?” Stephen eyed his gut, stuffed with food and rolling slightly into his lap. Hunger hit him again, and Stephen groaned along with his stomach.

All thoughts of the diet left Stephen’s head. With another loud growl from his gut, Stephen gave in. Whatever force had been within him since he started college, slowly nagging him to glut himself more and more often, finally won over. The unnamed whisper that had been in his ear when he noticed how his stomach was outgrowing even his roomiest shirts; the soothing voice that urged him after two full orders, to consume another; the voice that lulled him when he noticed the rising curve of his ass; at last, the monster that waited until its prey was ready before moving in for the kill had finally pounced.

Stephen grasped at the container, opened it, and crammed another sopapilla into his mouth as the process which had been transforming him the last few months suddenly accelerated six-fold. Stephen moaned at the release of finally answering his unforgiving hunger, almost thrilled to bloat himself up further. His body answered in the only way it could:  swelling–advancing; his body visibly bloated outward, inch by inch, pound by pound.

Stephen smacked his lips, stuffing in another pastry–closing the lid, and preparing to find more.  He lost himself in the flavors:  sweet honey, oil, and sugar flooding his mouth and falling into his gut.

Munch, much, smack, swallow.

Swell. His lovehandles rose, oozing out around him and fighting the thin, cotton shirt that stood between them and open air. As they grew, fat further pooled into his gut and the indentation of Stephen’s navel grew more prominent. Above, his chest began to pad even further, the softness behind his nipples forcing them to protrude visibly against the shirt.

Stephen opened the box, and gluttonously crammed another pastry into his maw; powdered sugar and honey covered his lips, which he sumptuously licked clean.

Much, much, smack, swallow.

Swell. Beneath him, Stephen’s ass ripened and the twin globes rounded further against the underwear that stopped fitting him ten pounds ago. As his thighs thickened with fat and spread out to his sides, Stephen unconsciously shifted his legs so that they were farther apart as he aggressively crammed more sopapilla into his mouth.

Smack, chew, swallow.

Swell. The bloating belly grew by the minute, and with an almost cartoonish ‘fhwip’ forced his shirt to suddenly roll up to just below his growing moobs. His bloating gut rolled triumphantly into his lap as fat further pooled along his sides. The shirt could only cover Stephen’s growing breasts, and at the rate he was growing, not for very long. Both breasts filled and began to overfill, stretching both his sensitive nipples and the thin fabric.

Stephen’s ass and lovehandles aggressively bloated outward as he gorged, his fattening body fighting desperately against the waist of the boxerbriefs. There was a sound that caught Stephen’s ear–a slight pop. What? Stephen blinked briefly, suddenly aware of himself. He swallowed the bit of pastry left in his mouth, and as Stephen looked down at the fat gut advancing rapidly across his thighs, he was treated to the most unusual of choruses:

A rapid, successive ‘pupupopop’ as the stitches which held his body in gave way all at once. Stephen’s breasts fell, heavy and fat atop his swelling gut, and his thighs bulged outward and met in the middle, as two waves crash into one another. Stephen’s gut bulged outward, swamping his lap to mid-thigh.

“Holy shit,” Stephen said aloud, even as his stomach groaned. “Oh fuck, what is happening to me?” Even filled with fear, Stephen was unable to stop himself and he reached again for more dessert to cram into his waiting maw. Stephen’s heart throbbed and leapt into his throat, even as he stuffed more food into his mouth.

I can’t stop–the thought occurred to him as he chewed unwillingly, hunger dominating him. Oh God, I can’t stop. Stephen watched his body steadily inch outward as he continued to stuff himself, unable to rend himself from the force controlling him.

Stephen groaned as he swallowed again. Pound after pound pooled into his gut as it steadily inched along his lap, threatening to encroach on his knees. It sat atop his thighs like a heavy, sagging mass that swelled readily along its circumference, wrapping around Stephen in thick lovehandles. At its crest was Stephen’s navel, now puckered by the thick, soft fat pooling behind it.

“Oh fuck,”  was the only thought Stephen could muster between bites. Every time he could tear himself away from the treats long enough to touch his body it was  somehow softer, and always more of it.

Stephen’s thighs were easily the size of his former waist, and his ass billowed below him, swelling his frame wider even has his gut bloated him outward. Stephen was having a harder time adjusting himself on his bed as more and more fat fought to find its way into him. Stephen struggled to shift his legs farther apart, even as he unwittingly lifted more of the pastries to his mouth.

“Oh no no no no–”  he spread his thighs wider and inched farther back; he felt the weight of his body sway back and forth, as though he were swimming in a sea of himself. Stephen finally hit the back of the bed and opened his thighs as wide as he could,allowing his gargantuan belly to spill forth into the gap like an incoming tide.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,”  Stephen groaned, unable to stop himself from cramming more food into his mouth even as terror gripped him. Reaching with one hand, he struggled against the fat mound of his breast to try and reach the front of his stomach–just something to reassure himself that he hadn’t gotten that big yet–but found himself unable.

Just out of reach, his navel perched the crest of his gut and, almost teasingly, inched further from reach. Stephen fell back against himself, exasperated, terrified, and almost to the point of tears. Finally, Stephen’s fear was enough to rend him from the invisible grip of his hunger, and he dropped the box. It fell to the floor, now well out of reach at his size, and two fresh sopapillas rolled out of it.

Stephen’s stomach gave one last groan before the hunger finally faded, leaving Stephen and his massively overfed form to deal. Stephen began to sob quietly to himself as he began to explore his new body–below him, most of the twin fold-out bed was covered by his width and in front of him, his massive gut sagged heavily between his thickened thighs, topped by round breasts with stretched, sensitive nipples.

Stephen once again tried to reach both hands to his front, but found that his attempts to touch his hands only resulted in squeezing the fat of his gut further into his own body. The fat oozed against his arms, and they remained out of reach of one another.

“Hey, gordito–what did you think was going to happen?”

Stephen’s grief was briefly interrupted by panic, as the cashier suddenly appeared in front of him.

Stephen gasped as, almost affectionately–or was it sadistically?–that the cashier stepped forward and placed his hand on the crest of Stephen’s belly. Stephen knew exactly how to react.

“YOU FUCKING ASS. WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME? YOU ARE GOING TO FUCKING FIX THIS!”

The cashier continued to only grin.

“Gordito, I didn’t do this–I just gave you desert. You–you did this. And I’m willing to bet…”

Stephen’s anger overflowed within him, but, suddenly, a familiar feeling returned to him.

Stephen’s massive gut unleashed another groan, and Stephen felt the pangs of hunger again begin to ebb his consciousness.

“You’ve got… to be… kidding me…,” Stephen groaned between breaths, exasperated, as he surveyed the cashier.

Grin spread wide, the cashier bent over and picked up the pastries and the box which had fallen to the floor.

“See, Gordito? This is what you are.” The cashier reached forward and gave Stephen’s gut a smack, watching the wave ripple throughout his overfed form. As if to answer, the gut unleashed another growl. “A lard-ass. A genuine, overfed fat-ass.”

“Now,” the cashier stepped forward and Stephen tried to pull away, only to find himself pinned by his belly and the wall. Stephen began to panic again as the hunger got stronger, and the cashier got closer. Before him stood a graceful predator, and he was the fattened gazelle.

“I bet someone’s hungry.”        

I just finished watching @therealjacksepticeye play through The Last Guardian and can I just say MAN that game is incredible. I wish I had a ps4 to play it on. Props to Jack for taking me through this amazing journey instead :’) 

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Relationship: Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: (Request)  I was hoping I could request this au with Jason. ‘I’m on the FBI’s most-wanted list for killing a fuck ton of people, but calm down I just wanna date you bc your face is v smoochable and you give me butterflies.’ And with him being the most wanted one please?

Key: Y/N= your name

Warning: language


“Fuck, fuck, fuck…FUCK!”

Jason tossed himself out his apartment window as fast as he could, grabbing as many weapons as possible. He saw the flashing lights grow closer. “Ah! Motherfuckers!” He slid down the fire escape, jumping the last couple feet. I know I’ve killed a lot of people, but they were assholes. I was doing you bitches a favor, Jason thought angrily.

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Here’s to Mr. Hyunh*

I’m the crier in the family. I cry when we fight. I cry when a movie is too sad. Evidently since getting married, I apparently cry at weddings now. Up until last weekend I’d never seen my husband cry before.

We loved seeing our friend get married. The rest of the experience was…unpleasant. I watched my husband as the only Asian get roped into doing AV for the wedding and then criticized when he didn’t know how to work the soundboard. I heard the officiant mispronounce the bride’s non-western (but-super-easy-to-say!) name and then heard him say “I’ll just call you Judy.” I listened when my husband got back in the car after paying for gas with a smirk saying “The first thing the attendant said to me was, ‘Are you here for that Pakistani wedding?’” 

We were excited to leave. 

After a weekend of gray-rocking and exchanging stressed looks, we were avoiding processing by mindlessly listing our favourite Nickelodeon TV shows from when we were growing up while eating breakfast in a small diner, just getting through this one last event before making the five hour trip home and leaving - Get Out style. 

“I liked Recess because it actually had a somewhat diverse cast,” my husband said.

I smirked. “On the Weekenders every single character celebrated a different holiday in winter. Christmas, Winter Solstice, Hanukkah, and Kwanza!”

“Ah yes, the black best friend. That was all the rage for diversity. Doug. I mean, his friend was green, but we all knew he was supposed to be black.”

“Recess also had a black best friend.”

 “Pepperann.” 

“Hey Arnold!” 

“Hey Arnold! had a Vietnamese character,” he says wistfully. It had been a silly, dumb conversation, but suddenly his eyes were widening and I knew it was no longer a joke. “Mr. Hyunh lived underneath Arnold. He was always really kind.”

I thought for a moment before picturing an Asian character with glasses. “I sort of remember that.”

And suddenly, my wonderful, brave, sweet husband’s eyes are welling up. “He’d been separated by his wife and kid ‘cuz of the war. There was an episode where they were reunited. I don’t…I don’t know why I’m crying.”

As I looked into his eyes, feeling a small taste of the pain he’d experienced by spending the weekend - heck - spending his life as an outsider in this country, as someone represented in media as foreign, confusing, dumb, “wise”, mystical, but almost never a person or a protagonist - certainly never the protagonist with the white wife, I felt a bit of his love for a side character who had been “graciously” granted a subplot. I thought of how I’d been annoyed at the rehearsal when everyone had asked me questions and expected me to be in charge because I’d merely been helping, and when I asked how he was treated he smiled sadly at my naivety and said “No one talked to me.” I thought of how the bride’s family had been judged for eating with their hands. I thought of the looks and the avoidance.

“It’s because representation fucking matters.”

Here’s to you, Mr. Hyunh. I’m glad you found your family. 


*Edited after someone pointed out the character’s name was Mr. Hyunh, not Mr. Nguyen. Thanks!

lov-lymj  asked:

what were your thoughts on 117 do you think our ship sank permanently? I mean I expected Pin to reject her and not giving her any "wait till you graduated" hopes, but still a part of me just died. Pin is really one hell of a good complex character, a insight chapter would do wonders haha.

Thank you so much @lov-lymj for reaching out to me about my thoughts! I agree that a chapter from Pin’s perspective would be the best thing ever (actually can we get a whole spin-off series of Kimi ni Todoke from his point of view? Please Shiina?). 

I’d been meaning to write out my thoughts on Chapter 117 for a while, but then I thought the moment had passed, so thank you for giving me a reason to get everything out. Unfortunately, you asked someone who LOVES to talk, so your answer is about 4 pages worth of word vomit and feelings.

Still, I hope you and any other ayapinners who are worried about our ship sinking will find some encouragement in my analysis. Obviously these are just my opinions and interpretations, and you are totally free to disagree.

Let me start off by saying I also felt like a little part of me died when I first read the chapter summary for 117, and based on what I was seeing in the Japanese forum I follow, a lot of people felt let down or disappointed with the outcome. Like you, I wasn’t expecting him to “accept” her feelings in this chapter. I thought he would probably reject her, but that we would be given at least a hug or some sort of real indication that they’d get together in the future. When I was reading the Japanese summaries and poring over people’s comments, there seemed to be very little hope.

But then I saw the chapter.

Our ship, far from sinking, has new wind in its sails.

The big event in Chapter 117 is Ayane’s confession, and Pin verbally, formally, rejects her. He says to her roughly what he said to Kurumi at the beginning of the manga, that she’s too young (paraphrasing), and deflects her attempts to draw out his true feelings. Ayane thinks to herself that she’s been utterly defeated, and resolves to make the best of things and move forward; while her eating the cough drop and resolution to become an adult that Pin will be proud of are preferable to seeing her broken and devastated, they do seem to give an impression that things are finished for ayapin.

If we only look at this course of events, it is easy to believe that we have witnessed the bittersweet end of a doomed pairing that, nevertheless, had lovely development.

But there’s a lot more to the chapter than Ayane’s confession. I would even go so far as to say this chapter invites us into Pin’s perspective for the first time, and that if we look closely at that, there’s so much going on under the surface of his rejection.

When Pin thinks she failed, he bends over backwards to comfort her however he can; he makes them coffee, he very gently places her mug in front of her (before carelessly slamming his own on the table), he prioritizes her feelings over his own health, he compliments her efforts and encourages her (using a variety of tactics), and he is visibly distressed when she starts crying (he even moves closer to her while she’s inconsolable).

Then when she tells him she passed the exam, he gets so riled up that he nearly tells her he was waiting for her all day. His reaction as he cuts himself off is very interesting – for some reason, he doesn’t want her to know that he was waiting for her. He almost gets carried away with his feelings, but pulls back at the last second; he then denies it with an immature expression. When he finally admits that he was waiting for her, he doesn’t just say, “Yes I waited a while” or “Yeah I waited a little, I guess” – he fervently declares that he was waiting for her the entire day. This poignant moment is filled with tension, and from the shading and his expression, it seems to be one in which he is releasing very pent-up feelings (kind of a confession in its own right).

The next moment is equally revealing. When she cries again, there are sparkles around her (in fact, there are sparkles around her almost every time she cries in this chapter) – and we seem to be seeing her from Pin’s perspective. He smiles at her affectionately (which she doesn’t see), but his face is partially obscured; the panel has an air of mystery, and is reminiscent of certain panels of his in other chapters (87, 93, 97, 112). I get the sense that something is hidden from us in moments like these. During the toast, her tearful smile really surprises him, and in the next panel he is at a loss for words; I don’t think it’s making too big a leap here to say that, if he hasn’t already (he totally has), this is the moment when he thinks, “She’s cute.” He frantically leaves the room to dry his hair, despite the fact that they were in the middle of celebrating…

(Aaah, nothing like a lot of hot air blowing in your face to deflate the sexual tension!)

When he comes back and notices the box, Ayane asks him if he knows what day it is. Pin, the guy who is always very conscious of Valentine’s Day / romantic holidays (and how popular he is), says, “It’s the day your results come out.” He has been so focused on Ayane Ayane’s exam result that he has entirely forgotten Valentine’s Day! That’s huge!

And during her confession…

He gives her an out. But she refuses to take it. Even knowing that she won’t be accepted, she is completely honest about her feelings.

His expression when she looks him in the eye and tells him she loves him is probably my favorite in the chapter, and maybe even the whole series. I honestly don’t know how Shiina got the lines so soft…He is completely blown away by her. Pin knows Ayane better than any other person in this series; he realized her feelings at Christmas, but he probably never expected her to admit them. He thinks very highly of her, but I think he believed she would always keep her feelings to herself, because that’s what she’s done with her emotions throughout the story. He isn’t allowed to return her feelings while he’s her teacher, so he tries to spare her any added embarrassment by discreetly letting her know that he already knows. So to see this girl he thought he knew so well bravely and defiantly confess to him, to witness her fighting for him despite her fear – there’s such a beautiful sense of wonder and surprise on his face.

And his answer is far from straightforward, despite his line about her being “10 years early” and “out of range”; even though he verbally rejects her, he eats every last chocolate in the box. Not just one out of pity, or two to appease her. The man who makes a point of complaining about how much he dislikes sweet things eats them all, and even says they taste good.

I believe that in eating all of the chocolate, he is actually accepting her feelings. He can’t return them at this moment (concern for her future, age gap, professionalism, all of the above, whatever it may be), but he can accept them in his heart. After eating the chocolate, there is a heavily shaded partial close-up of Pin’s face, and he doesn’t speak to her immediately. He seems to be considering something… If he didn’t have any feelings for her, I don’t think he would need such a long time to formulate a rejection. I don’t think he would keep her waiting in suspense that long for no reason. And he stares at her so intently. In these panels, I see an inner struggle – he wants to formally accept, but more than his own happiness, he wants her to be free to pursue her dreams without a guy (who will probably always live in Kitahoro) holding her back.

So he gives her a genuine smile and tries to reject her with as much levity as possible.

And if we were still in doubt that he’s holding something back, Shiina goes out of her way to give us another telling moment.

When Ayane asks Pin if he ever thought she was cute, he is initially surprised. Looking at her eager, hopeful expression, he seems somewhat wistful, and his face has that meaningful shadow. We know that he thought she was cute in this chapter (before he left to dry his hair), and there have been moments in other chapters when he might have; but he playfully taps her head and denies it with a smile. So what we can infer is, if he’s holding that back, what else is he hiding from her?

The praise he gives her as she’s leaving is also, to me, a sort of confession. We learn that he hasn’t forgotten about the time she gave him chocolate in Chapter 45 – the moment that has been of recurring importance to Ayane throughout the series has not only been remembered by Pin, but treasured. He tells her he was happy when she did that, and showers her with praise for her kindness and personal growth. To me, it sounds as if he’s telling her all the reasons he loves her without being able to use those words.

And that’s what I think this chapter confirms. Pin does love her, and has for a long time, whether he fully realizes it or not. And I think Shiina is telling us not to give up hope, even if the timing is not right at this particular moment.

Looking at the chapter from a narrative point of view, it makes no sense to show us so many reactions from Pin if this really is the end of the line. We see him worry and get flustered over her – what would be the point if this was it? In fact, if her only intention was to give Ayane a bittersweet first love, I don’t think she would have so carefully and gradually built up all of their moments together. Why show us any reactions from Pin at all? He’s technically a supporting character, their chapters are always in Ayane’s perspective – if she was planning for an ending where they can’t ever be together, why have so many scenes that illustrate their mutual closeness? She could have just had Ayane pining for him and shown us a kind but disinterested Pin. Their interactions do not resemble those of Chizu and Tohru early on in the series, where there is a large degree of distance on one side and a childhood crush on the other. Pin clearly cares for Ayane deeply, and time and time again we see his very personal investment in her aspirations and feelings.

As far as what will happen between them going forward, I’m really not sure.

I’ve strongly believed for a while that we will get a pretty heart-pounding interaction between them after graduation, and I’m still hoping for one (why not? lol). Again, thinking about things narratively, and keeping in mind that Shiina loves her ayapin foreshadowing: why have Ayane’s results come out on Valentine’s Day? Why have Ayane confess on Valentine’s Day? She’s given Pin chocolate on the last two, so it rounds things in her arc out nicely. But I think it’s more than that. If her confession happened any other day, there wouldn’t be a follow-up…but what if White Day happens to fall after the graduation ceremony? Pin is, at the very least, “obligated” to give her something in return for the Valentine’s chocolate he accepted…and if it’s after graduation…well, maybe they won’t date, but I’m hoping we get some sort of encouraging interaction since he’ll no longer be her teacher (maybe he’ll give her his number and tell her to keep in touch, or finally admit that he does think she’s cute). I really do believe we’re in for a surprise after graduation, and that some of the depressing “finality” in this chapter is to mislead us so that we’re really surprised later. I think Shiina is building us up for a sweet, unexpected pay-off down the road…

I also think the graduation photo album could have an impact on Pin at the ceremony – in Chapter 115 Chigusa mentions that she’s taking pictures for the album, and Shiina might be foreshadowing a slideshow or something. That picture of them having a great time together really affected Ayane, so maybe it could make Pin realize something too…

And if that doesn’t happen, I’m 95 percent sure we’ll see them either dating, married, or running into each other and connecting in a 10-years-later epilogue (even Pin’s rejection hints at this). I would love to see one of the first two options especially (because after waiting this long it would be great to see them finally together as a couple), but I could also see Shiina doing the classic “What?! It’s you, Yano?!” mix-up (slow-burn til the end, haha).

Having said all of that, I could be wrong. There’s a new chapter coming out this week that may render all of this analysis completely irrelevant, or we may find out in a few months that this chapter was indeed the end for them. But until Shiina is done with this wonderful series, I think we should keep our heads up, because anything could happen.

I personally believe she won’t disappoint us. Ayane and Pin are always featured with the other two couples on magazine and chapter covers (115 spotlighted the 3 couples a ton even in the chapter itself), and after 12 years of slowly and carefully building their relationship, I can’t imagine Shiina just throwing ayapin away at the end; if this were a one-shot manga or a story that had only 50 chapters, I would be a little more concerned. Plus, Ayane has been through so much and endured and grown – I think Shiina will give her a happy ending, ultimately, because she really, really deserves one. If the other two couples are still together in the final chapter, I think Ayane and Pin definitely have a future together.

This was a very long way of saying to you and all ayapin shippers, “Please don’t be discouraged or give up hope!” I’m also anxious to see what will happen, but given the way their relationship was portrayed in this chapter, I’m inclined to believe that this is only the beginning for them. :) 

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99.9 -Keiji Senmon Bengoshi- ✯ 2
┗ Cooking with Hiroto-kun ♦ 2

Happy mummy day.

Hello, Love bugs!

Phil X Reader. 

Warnings- fluff

Happy mothers day, Tumblr mom! Can you make a Phil x reader mother’s day thing with mom reader and adorable children? And a very adorable Philip? Luv youuu

Y/S/N- your sons’ name.

Y/OD/N- your oldest daughters name

Y/YD/N- your younger daughters name.


You had once told Phil while pregnant that the two of you should enjoy the sleep you could get then because you felt like the two of you would not be getting much sleep for a very long time. You can apparently tell the future because three kids later you were sure you had only gotten twelve hours of sleep over the years. You really didn’t mind however because it was definitely worth it. Today was mother’s day and to be honest you kinda forgot. You woke up to a bed without anyone in it besides yourself. Usually, you have another warm body beside you whether it’s Phil’s or one of the little ones who managed to cuddle their way in through the evening. You rolled over to see the clock say it was already nine in the morning. You didn’t remember the last time you woke up this late. You usually consider seven in the morning as a bit of a sleep in. You had to listen carefully to hear any little voices from downstairs. You could hear little giggles and whisper arguing between each other. You figured you should go and help Phil but just then you could hear your little crew stomping their way up the stairs like they do every day.

“We have a herd of elephants as children I swear.” The worst was when some of them were still babies and their siblings didn’t care about how hard they walked around. The door flew open to smiley little faces carrying numerous things in their arms.

“Morning mummy!” Soon the bed was filled with flowers and crafts that they had all made at school. Phil was the last to come in carrying breakfast on a tray like they do in the movies.

“Yes. good morning mummy.” Phil placed the tray on your lap before giving you a little kiss on the lips. “How did you sleep?” Your youngest wasn’t very excited about the small talk as he wanted you to open his card and possibly share some of the chocolate strawberries that he had been eyeing up since Phil took them out of the fridge.

“Would you like a bite love?” He nodded giving you his giant eyes

“Yes pwease.” You smiled holding the strawberry in one hand and the other cupping underneath to catch the falling chocolate so he could take a big bite.

“NO mummy. He isn’t supposted to eat your strawedberries.” Y/YD/N was very upset that you were sharing your mother’s day things with him.

“It’s ok bug. Daddy has given us enough that we can all share a bite or two.” She didn’t seem satisfied but she wasn’t trying to get her brother to spit it out anymore. “How about we open some presents and have a few bites of breakfast.” Phil crawled in beside you pulling Y/S/N into his lap to cuddle but to also keep him away from the treats.

“I will go, first mummy. I made mine in class and I made you a card the other night.” You took your oldest gift and opened the card to see a picture drawn of Her, Phil and yourself. You didn’t make a comment on how she was missing two others from the photo. She had always been a mummy’s girl and always had jealousy problems with her siblings. Next, you opened the box to see a bath bomb that was slightly crumbling that you could tell she made with her favourite colour and yours mixed together. It smelled of vanilla and it had clearly been dusted with glitter.

“It’s perfect love! Do you think I could use it in a bath later today?” She nodded giving you a big hug around your neck being careful not to disturb the tray.

“My turn !” Your middle child was buzzing around the bed getting excited to finally have her turn to have all of your attention on her.

“Well come on then!” She jumped up on the tall bed pushing the heavy odd shaped wrapped item to you.

“I forgot that you give cards. I am sorry mum.” You gave a pet to her head running your hand through her hair giving her a soft smile.

“I don’t need a card love. I don’t even need a present. You guys are my gifts.” Phil gave a moan of judgment at your cheesy words but you were allowed to be sappy. It was your day. Opening the wrapping you saw something a bit surprising. It was a rock. Now it wasn’t just a rock it did have some painting on it with little flowers and your name written on the top. “Oh, it’s lovely. Do you think we should put it in the garden?” She shook her head no and took it from your hands to put it down by the door.

“It’s a door stop mummy. This is where it will go.” You looked at her and then back at the rock that you would surely break your toe on within the next couple of hours. But how could you move it with her little face looking up at you from the doorway.

“Perfect. I hate when the bedroom door gets caught by the wind.” Phil gave you a smirk as he leant over to kiss just under your ear. Last one, and then we can all eat something.

“We already ate mummy. We were hungry so daddy made us waffles too!” You took his little hand in yours as you gave it a little kiss like you have done to all your babies.How is it possible that they become so big? “Good thing!” You were handed a box that was clearly from a jewellery store. This was obviously a gift Phil had helped picked out.

“Wonder what is in this?” You gave a little shake not hearing any rattle to give away what it may be. Taking off the bow you found a ring in the box with four big diamonds set on it. One for each of the babes. Well, three for the ones that were already born. And one that was still a secret from the kids. “This is wonderful Y/S/N!  I think it is perfect. He gave you a wet kiss on your cheek before crawling off the bed to join his sisters near the door. “What are you guys doing?” It was finally Phil’s turn to talk after all of the kids had their little time with you.

“The kids are going to go watch some tv while we talk and you eat. We don’t get much alone time so I figured we should take what we can get.” You smiled and gave a kiss to Phil.The kids left the room so you were now free to just be the two of you for a while.

”Thank you for the amazing mothers day.” Phil cuddled in close as you took your first bites of food.

“Thank you for making me a father.”

Good Girl (Ramsay Bolton x Reader) (Request)

Gif Not Mine

Anonymous:  Can you please write a Ramsay Bolton’s one shot? It would be amazing!

Word Count: 1679

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UGH

Go outside, get boypussy grabbed and sodomized by MAGA picket signs whilst forced to recite the “14 words” because Trump’s SS rape divisions now roam the streets, look around and see rapes,murders, lynchings,Serbs filling mass graves with muslims and MIC/Vox employees, also baby eating *although I think that last one was just Podesta having brunch*. Nice going you alt-right dorks now I can’t go outside anymore. Way to make Amerikkka hate again.

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iris in every episode 
1.01: city of heroes

There is nothing that I want more than for you to meet the right person that totally loves and adores you for the amazing guy that you are.

Mommy Was Kissing Santa Clause!

Pairing: Dean x reader

A/N: This is my entry for @little-red-83 ‘s Coffee Christmas Song Au Challenge and just pretend Dean is dressed up as Santa Clause in that gif, okay? 

Titled: ‘Mommy Was Kissing Santa Clause!’

Word Count: 1,283

Warnings: making out, Dean feels, Uncle Sam feels etc. 

Summary: Twas the night before Christmas when all of the children should be in their beds and asleep but one of them sneaks of bed to see Santa brought her presents but she witnesses Santa earning his place on the naughty list. 

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It is most certainly the most wonderful time of the year. The sudden chill in the air. Going outside and exhaling and you puff out white smoke.  Even though it’s not officially winter until Dec. 21st, winter mentally begins Dec. 1st. And lately every year it’s earlier and earlier they try to swallow Christmas down everyone’s throat. 

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Seven Deadly Sins → Akatsuki 

I CAN’T date someone that don’t eat pussy 😕 Fuck what you saying, if you ain’t eating this pussy from the back, front, side, from the damn ceiling, to the hood of your car. Then guess what? YOU ain’t the one for my needy ass!! I can deal with a lot of things in a relationship, but you not eating me like I’m your last meal, just ain’t one of them!!!