just needed to say that because mo—

My boyfriend just had a talk with me to let me know someone stole his identity through SA.

I had to pay his rent again and I’m still covering our bills (incl. his phone bill) and our groceries and I’m down to my last twenty bucks. He says he won’t be able to pay me back for at least another week or two and I don’t really want to starve (we have a bit of food but really need eggs and milk because he keeps making food and not touching it so we go through food ridiculously fast).

Our rent is 950/mo, our internet & phone are 125/mo, his phone is 55/mo, his bus pass is also 55/mo, and our groceries average 300/mo. I only get 985/mo on disability, and only had 400 in savings (from literally eating one meal a day).

If I could get some donations for food $ I would really appreciate it. I’m trusting he’s telling the truth for now and will pay me back eventually. Either way I have no money right now and two mouths to feed.

(He also wants me to pay his phone bill again and buy him a bus pass under my name for the reduced disability rate :-//)

Both he and I are queer trans and disabled, and I’m an indigenous poc.

TL;DR: BF is dealing with a stolen identity and in the meantime I have to financially support us both.

My donation email is ezekiel.i.peterson@gmail.com or via the donate link on my blog.


The way he says *bboh bboh* “mo bboh” 😍

EDIT: A Lesson in Contemporary Korean

줄임말 (joorim mal): The tendency (and nowadays common practice) of shortening/abbreviating phrases down to “acronyms” using the first syllable of each individual word, sometimes unnecessarily and beyond recognition of the original phrase. Refer to the example, as seen in the excerpt above.

뽀 –> 모뽀
morning bboh bboh –> mo bboh = morning kiss

In this case, the shortening is both very necessary and beyond cute. As if I needed another reason to love Noh Ji Wook x Eun Bong Hee. Danger, my adorable meter on jibong couple has just exploded. I guess that’s my cue to go back and rewatch the whole damn drama because that is how obsessed I’ve become 😂 

This lesson was brought to you courtesy of @afakerfakesafakeface, thanks! You’re awesome :D

okay, it took me a while to write everything down, but here are my thoughts and reactions to the last 19 days chapter!! (an alternative title for this could be ‘how to make people regret asking about your thoughts’)

anyway, it’s been pretty hard for me to put some order to my thoughts, because im just!!!!!!! so in love with this chapter!!!!!!!! it’s been a whole day and im still such a mess, there are noises coming out of my mouth but they’re not human, and i can’t find the right words to express how i feel because this update wAS TOO MUCH FOR MY POOR HEART

i think this might be my favorite tianshan chapter, tho it’s a very close tie with chapter 185, and im afraid i’ve been kinda all over the place, but hopefully it makes sense!! (putting this under a cut because it’s really long and there are some pictures)

Keep reading

I work at a specialty bakery so we often get audits ((people from corp. Come in and make sure we’re doing everything correct)) which is cool! Whatever!
But the Auditor, after she was was done told me everything was great and there’s wasn’t anything major. Awesome!

So, I wear a hear rate bracelet 24/7 because of a chronic condition I have ((POTS)) And I HAVE TO keep it on. I’ve mentioned this to the owners and to my manager and they’re all absolutely fine with it.

So the audit papers come back and we failed because, “Employee was wearing bracelet while working.”
I always have it on so I never even notice it or think about it so I didn’t think to mention it? And she never said anything or asked about it?????? And even though our owners talked to corporate about it they’re still not taking the points off????? Because, “Well, she WAS wearing a ”“bracelet”“ though.”
Like it’s not a bracelet! It’s a heart! Rate! Mo!nit!or! I need it! It’s not a fashion accessory!??! If it’s an issue, why didn’t you ask?? Or say, “Hey you’re not supposed to be wearing a bracelet.” Then I can kindly respond with an explanation. Wow!
Nothing exactly happens when you fail am audit we just have to be audited again to check if we fixed things. Which is fine! But! I’m not going to not wear my monitor! Jeesh. The owners and my manager are so kind about everything though so there’s that. But fuck corporate am I right?

  • Auston Matthews: Okay, we have got to explain this math thing to Mo to save their relationship.
  • William Nylander: It’s not about the math. They haven’t seen each other because of the offseason. They just need to bone.
  • Mitch Marner: What? Gross! Willy, that’s our dad!
  • I mean… That’s not what I think. Captain Dad is just my friend.
  • Connor Brown: Wow.
  • [Later]
  • Auston Matthews: You and Jake just need to bone.
  • Morgan Rielly: What did you say?
  • Mitch Marner: Please don’t say it again.
  • Auston Matthews: I said you two need to bone.
  • Morgan Rielly: How… dare you, Matts. I am the captain of this team!
  • [5 minutes later ]
  • Morgan Rielly: Bone!?
  • [10 minutes later]
  • Morgan Rielly: What happens in my bedroom, Matts, is none of your business.
  • [21 minutes later]
  • Morgan Rielly: Bone?!
  • [40 minutes later]
  • Morgan Rielly: Don’t ever speak to me like that again.

opintheot  asked:

It's kinda useless predicting but I want to hear your predictions anyway for the next time scenario we see TianShan I'm so bored and need something to fire me up 🔥🔥🔥

I can’t predict but I would like to see He Tian and Mo Guan Shan interacting in the morning after the dick pic night. I can totally see He Tian just chilling by the entrance of the school smoking a cigarette waiting for his favorite redhead to tease. Once he spots him, he smiles and Guan Shan at this point is hyper aware of He Tian and notices him right away but he’s a bit awkward because he doesn’t know what to say or act or what any of the stuff they did means so he just gives him an “I see you” look but kinda ignores him and goes about his business. But of course He Tian is not gonna let him go so he approaches him, still smiling, cigarette thrown away, he’s walking next to Guan Shan and he greets him good morning, maybe not a traditional good morning more of a tease like “you’ve been dreaming of me?” “I betcha you can’t get me off your mind!” which will then annoy Guan Shan, tells him to fuck off but secretly likes the banter and likes He Tian’s closeness, and likes the faint smell of He Tian’s cologne and cigarette smoke. Guan Shan doesn’t rush himself to get out of He Tian’s sight instead they keep walking together towards the building. People look, especially girls, because they wonder what a guy like he tian is doing with someone like guan shan, some girls approach him and guan shan rolls his eyes but he tian just ignores the girls at the moment because, as we know, he tian can’t control himself when he’s around guan shan. All he sees his guan shan, all he knows is guan shan, his body and his mind are just focused on guan shan and …and…he’s so in deep thought that he runs into a wall and Guan Shan just laughs at him a bit and , holy shit Guan Shan just laughed!!!! and it’s amazing and he’s beautiful and everything is right in the world. Guan Shan keeps walking a way and laughs to himself now and He Tian is left behind to plot his next move to tease Guan Shan. Maybe next time he sees him he’ll corner him and whisper in his ear……yeah….idk where this is going…lol. 

Realistically….they’ll probably get involved in the mafia plot -_- to save jian yi. hopefully not. Hopefully that gets resolved soon. 

in-an-other-fantasy  asked:

I didnt remembered my exact question but i asked some time ago after reading your after shot, i realised he tian wants guan shan so bad, he never had someone against him or saying him no so he just doesnt know what to do so he does it the mo guan shan's way (because mo is not an easy person) so they "fight"

:((( yeah, it’s like he resorts to doing things how guan shan does things, but he doesn’t see that guan shan doing what he does is just a defence mechanism. it’s probably not how he actually wants to interact and wants people to treat him like. 

he tian’s trying to do what guan shan knows but what guan shan knows is not what he needs.

anonymous asked:

i'm re listening to murder on the Rockport limited and I'm at the part when they're getting briefed in director's office. All the boys are in pj's, and when the director tells them they need to suit up, Travis says Magnus starts changing. The director isn't fazed at all (partly because Griffin didn't hear Travis), but the idea that the director is just cool with Magnus stripping down is really funny to me, especially now that we know about the 100 years of traveling.

i mean we can only assume this is On BrandTM

bc she did comment on like merle’s butt hanging out of his pajama’s but magnus’s entire naked body is out and she literally does not bat an eye it’s just tuesday i guess

anonymous asked:

When are you going to finish 'Mind Over Matter'? I can't wait :P

Haha I don’t know. I’m 3000+ on chapter three, and I’m hardly close to the finish line. Technically this should be a 4-parter, but I’m being tough on myself and staying with the original idea of 3 parts. However, it’s getting heavy on something I didn’t intend it to get heavy with. Hopefully I won’t need to scrap what I’ve written so far. Hopefully!

It’s hard to tell at the mo. 

I just want to say thank you to everyone who still leave encouraging messages whether it’s in my inbox or on one of my fics. Thank you for that. Because sometimes I feel like I’ve abandoned you all, which isn’t my intent. But I can honestly say I hit a “wall”. Much worse than a regular writer’s block, haha, but I’m gonna try to write a little every day. 

And see where that takes me. <3 


I have a bachelorette party all day tomorrow and I am so torn about what to do with my hair. I know it sounds silly but I am completely anal about the way my hair looks.

It’s going to be 98 tomorrow and I would imagine humid as hell because MO. So do I just say screw it and wear it up even though there will probably be lots of pictures or do I wear it down and chance it looking disgusting by the end of the day. 🤔 I bought a super cute dress so I need my hair to go with it butttt the heat is just killing my vibe.

I came up with two games to play with the bride. We are going to 4 different wineries and a trolley will take us between them. One game will be played all throughout the day and one we will do at one of the wineries. Hopefully she likes them! I’m excited but I just wish it wasn’t going to be SO hot. Oh well. I should get used to it because it’s only June lol

Hope y'all are having a good Friday! I clearly am doing anything I can to avoid being productive at work 💃🏼

anonymous asked:

10 things u love most about stelena?

OK, this will be long. You have been warned. None of these gifs are mine.

1. Dobsley chemistry:

I really love this kiss because you see how much they relish each other, it starts of sensual and slow and then they break apart but when they bring their lips back together, there’s a sudden urgency, an itch to have more of each other now and it leads to this:

Nina’s expression in this gif, the way her eyes shine, her expression, Elena in this moment is completely in love and completely aroused and completely dazed and intent on Stefan. So when people tell me that Dobsley chemistry is platonic or nonexistent I’m like … … … …. I mean, you’re wrong, but OK I’m not going to try and convert you.

2. Their safety:

Emotional safety is the sexiest thing ever and it’s actually quite a shame that a lot of fans don’t understand that and Stefan and Elena felt safest with each other, you see it in their hugs, the relief on their faces, they don’t need to say “I felt so safe”, it’s in the way they entwine around each other, meld together, in how he closes her eyes, in the way she creases her brow.

3. Their influence on each other:

I always come back to this but Stefan and Elena are the ones who truly push one another, they make the other one understand the importance of life, of being alive and everything that comes with it, friends, family, school and they want to share their experiences with each other, they want to be alive for themselves but want each other there throughout their journey and that’s sweeter, more romantic, more profound than co-dependent declarations of “you ARE my life” or “I can’t live without him” etc. etc.

4. Their inability to let each other go:





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Delena and Stelena fans don’t like to talk about this but Stelena was actually a pretty tumultuous relationship and there were moments when one of them would try to walk away from the other but they couldn’t because their bond was inescapable, it was too strong to ignore, their love was undeniable, something that couldn’t just be pushed aside, which is why it’s great to listen to their song choices. “Gravity” — something always brings me back to you, it never takes too long. “Give Me Love” — it’s been a while but I still feel the same. “Stay” — […] makes me feel like I can’t live without you and it takes me all the way, I want you to stay. They’re magnetic, always being drawn back to each other.

5. Their playfulness:

I never, never, ever understood how anyone said that Elena was never laughing or happy in the Stelena relationship when the whole point was that Stefan brought her to life again and continued to do so. Yes, Stefan is broody (when he was still Stefan), yes he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders but the whole point was that being with Elena lightened that load for him and in return he lightened hers, reciprocity, symbiosis, they were always laughing and joking around and just being total dorks with each other.

6. Their simple magic:

Stefan and Elena are able to have magical moments in the craziest or most mundane circumstances and it’s grounded but it’s powerful, it’s the beauty of life, like a ferris wheel kiss or a waterfall or a dance move or a champagne celebration, there is no billowing wind or slow-mo camera shots because they aren’t proving a point, they’re being humble in their magic that they create together and for each other.

7. Their commitment:

No matter what, the need for the other to be safe, the sense of urgency that the other is OK that doesn’t go away, they constantly go hard for each other and rely on one another and will do just about anything for each other.

8. Their dances/connection:

I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a hundred times, there is a reason why I say dancing is a Stelena thing, their connection always come through when they’re dancing, whenever they dance it’s always at a make-or-break point of their relationship and they reconnect, they re-magnetize, yes, even if this last gif, 4x19 because I just have to point out that in this gif ^^ Elena doesn’t have humanity, she’s telling Stefan she doesn’t feel anything, so then why is her thumb stroking his? The SE connection is strong in dances.

9. Their angst:

Because oh my GOD, my feels.

10. Just how happy they make each other:

I just can’t with people saying na lahat ng tanginang mga issues ko “nasa utak ko lang” like gago di ako ikaw at hindi mo alam yung feeling na ganito. To disregard such issues by saying na nasa utak ko lang lahat yan ay mas nakakabastos pa kesa sa lahat ng mga bagay na ginawa ko sa'yo

Hindi mo alam yung fear na nararamdaman ko everytime nakakalimutan ko kung san ko nilalagay phone/wallet ko kaya I have to check it every fucking time—kahit every minute pa yan.

Hindi mo alam yung feeling underneath my skin everytime na walang ginagawa mga kamay ko kaya I’m either always tapping my phone or pinaglalaruan ko watch ko.

Hindi mo alam how much it annoys me na nakakalimot ako ng shit because napakahina ng memory ko pati attention span.

To blame all that shit as something na kaya kong baguhin kasi “nasa isip ko lang” as if changing my mindset could suddenly cure me of all these problems is the worst thing that you could ever do or say to me.

Because believe me, I’ve tried. And I have a faded scar on my left wrist as a result of my pent up frustration sa tanginang kagaguhan na sinasabi mong napakadali lang bahuhin lahat, gago.

anonymous asked:

The new pics of her in the white shirt and shorts, she doesn't look at all pregnant. Whatever they are doing is so crazy and I do think it's to just show something HET. Also just google all the activities she was photographed doing and the majority say to wait until after a pregnancy for all that.

Yes I think what we are seeing at the mo is basically just a huuuge het push, because the twins have been born and they need to make sure everyone knows Cris is het het het….when, in reality, he’s just had twins from surrogacy with his lovely fella!

So what better way to distract everyone from the truth than making everyone wonder if Gio is pregnant. That way everyone remembers he has a ‘girlfriend’, and that it is possible for him to have a kid in the conventional way. Also Ricky of course is miles away from Cris with his ‘girlfriend’ too because he is definitely not in love with Cristiano and is het het het. Oh happy het days!

My farmer in Stardew Valley has planted about a fuckton of rhubarb and cherry trees. 

Not because i like cherries too much ,but because aesthetic and the trees have heart leafs. Rhubarb is gonna be everywhere though because i love that bitter shit though.

“Jewish people eat bitter things to remember suffering.”
“Mo, you can’t just say that every-time we ask why you’ve been living on rhubarb.”
“Let me suffer.”
“It’s sour not bitter, and you make wonderful jam and crisp. The town is flooded with it.”
“It’s just so good, ok, Lewis”
“Mo, you need to eat something else.”
“I have fish too”

Farmer Mo is pretty much a Jewish mess that does charity work by giving people things and leaving baked goods on windowsills. Marnie has been given so many things. Pierre has gained weight from pie. Gus keeps debating back and forth with them about their challa recipe. Willy comes over for Shabbot dinner for fish thats been baking since the day before and talk about fishing. 
Linus gets stacks of Tupperware full of food, jars of food, and pickles. He gets invited to stay in the house or a barn loft if he wants during the winter.

Mo continues to insist they’re a loner that knows no one. 

yup yup

[more specifically Willy is at 3 heart and everyone else is just friendly]

One Of Our Own

What is this? No way! I’ve actually finally posted this story! Wow!

Well then, I hope you enjoy:)


Sherlolly fic prompt: They’re babysitting for John & Mary when Sherlock casually mentions he wouldn’t mind if they had one of their own. The catch? He and Molly aren’t even dating and she has no idea he’s in love with her! - miz-joely


Are you free at the weekend?

Depends on what you are about to ask.

It’s Harry’s birthday and she invited us to stay with her in Bristol. Do you mind looking after Isabelle for that time?

She’s still drinking.

I know. That’s why I want you to take Izzy. Mary insists we go to her but we both think it would be better if we left Izzy in London.



Turns out Mary just phoned Molly as well and it seems that she’s coming instead. So no need to worry.

I could have managed.

I know but she’s a woman. She knows those things better.

You’re applying gender roles, John. You couldn’t know if she’s even held a baby before. I’ll come anyway.

The more the merrier.

Mary was feeding Isabelle on the sofa while typing on her phone with one hand.

“Well? Did he agree?”

John grinned, sitting down next to her. “Oh yes he did. He even showed enthusiasm when I mentioned that Molly will be coming, too.”

“Seems like everything is going according to our plan,” Mary said and turned her attention back to her phone, taking the now empty milk bottle out of Izzy’s hands before she could throw it on the ground and giving it to John so he could take it to the kitchen.

“And Molly?” John asked, while rising up again.

“She says that she’s never been alone with a baby before. Took some persuading but when I mentioned that she only needs to supervise Sherlock, who can handle Izzy himself… Let’s just say that the answer came a lot faster.”

Mary was now tickling the little girl’s feet, phone still having most of her attention.

John’s voice echoed from the kitchen. “And?”

“Just a mo… Let me quote: "If you think that I’d be of any use, I could come but remember that I’m not doing this because of Sherlock but because you asked.”.“

"So she’s not coming for Sherlock?” John was now back in the room.

“Of course she’s coming for Sherlock,” she said. “Okay maybe a little for Izzy, too. Who’s the pretty girl?”

Izzy giggled in reply and wrapped her small fingers around her mothers hand. She snuggled closer to her and yawned widely.


John still tried to give his last warnings to Sherlock and Mary had to drag him away from the door.

She called over her shoulder: “And Sherlock! Try to look less like you’ve got baby poo under your nose. Molly should be here in the next ten minutes and you know how she loves your smile.” She gave him a thumbs up while John sat in their car, rolling his eyes.

“Oh and good luck! Don’t forget Izzy when Molly comes.” Mary winked, sat in the car and drove away, leaving the confused detective on the doorstep, trying to find sense in her words.


“Hello, Sherlock!” Molly called from the door.

“Shh. Isabelle is sleeping.”


She quietly sneaked in the flat and met Sherlock with a smile. “Hi.”

To her surprise he smiled back. “Hello.”

They stood there awkwardly for some time, Sherlock standing in the way, staring at her, until she coughed to release the tension.

“Can I come in?” she asked, nervous if she’d done something wrong.

Sherlock seemed to collect himself and he blinked a couple of times. He nodded and stepped aside so that Molly could go to the living room. A light blush covered his cheeks. He chastised himself in his head for losing his cool and looking like an idiot, so he ran his fingers through his hair and turned his face in the direction of Molly, who had put her large bag on the floor and was shedding her outside clothes.

“Now what do we do?” she asked expectantly.


After Isabelle’s nap Sherlock took her to the living room so she could play on her soft pink blanket. Sherlock set himself next to her on the floor, his back supported against the sofa. Molly was sitting on the sofa, legs curled up under her, working with her computer.

From time to time the two on the floor would share thoughts on something, Izzy giggling and pointing at things, Sherlock putting his thoughts into comprehensible words. Even though Molly was focusing on working, she could still catch a few lines, which made her smile to herself. Sherlock couldn’t see it but somehow he felt it, like a tingle in his back when Molly’s lips curled up. He decided not to ponder on it and wrote it off as a simple instinct.

That of course didn’t stop him from smiling as well.

Sherlock had always liked children in his own way ever since he was old enough to not be one himself. Of course he hated when they were noisy and otherwise annoying but he was very fascinated and even a little bit jealous about their naivety about the world. Their simple minds, focused on the things around them, wanting to know more and more, not yet contaminated by disappointment and forced duties of school that robbed them the joy of learning.

Children would often understand him better than adults. And that was what drew him to them. Children would admire him despite all his faults. Because their world had not yet been corrupted by the depressive reality of life. Instead their minds were open to wonders.

“Could you take over for a little bit? I have to prepare her milk,” he said to Molly and rose up stretching his aching back a little.

She nodded and put away her computer. “Sure.”


When Sherlock reentered the room he had an odd sensation in his chest. He felt like his heart had expanded a little and he felt again the tingling feeling of happiness.

Molly was sitting on the floor with the little baby Watson. The girl had got very close to her and was comfortably sitting against her thigh, loading all her soft toys in Molly’s lap, happily blabbing about every one of them. There was a sincere smile on the woman’s face as she watched the baby with adoring eyes. She seemed to get along with Izzy brilliantly.

Molly had not seen Sherlock come in so she was surprised to hear his deep voice behind her.

“We should have one of our own.”


“Sorry what?”

Molly was sure she had misheard him. But when he repeated…

“We should have one of our own.”

… her mouth fell open.

“Have what of our own? What are you talking about, Sherlock?” she was confused.

He sat down next to her, awfully close, reaching a hand towards Izzy who crawled to him, raised her to his lap and gave her the milk bottle so that she could quench her appetite.

“A baby,” he calmly answered while looking down at the child.

Molly didn’t believe her ears. She blinked. Blinked twice. And then painfully pinched her arm.


He repeated slowly. “We should have a baby of our own. Or maybe two. That can be decided later.”

Molly continued blinking. She was sitting still as a statue otherwise and Isabelle was curiously peeking at her over her milk bottle which was firmly gripped in her tiny hands.

Since Molly hadn’t answered Sherlock felt the need to explain himself a little: “Taking into account your and my intelligence, our good looks, level of skill in our fields, the fact that if our child inherits both of our personality traits - my calculative logic and your open-minded thinking - then our child would be perfect. I’m sure you’re able to follow my train of thoughts.”

Molly was still staring at him with an open mouth so that even Izzy became worried and looked at Sherlock, eyes full of questions.

“Or maybe not.”

She was able to collect herself so much that she could stutter out another “W-what?”.

Sherlock, having found reassurance in her question, continued to explain, admittedly a bit nervously: “I admit that I am not very experienced in the baby-making department but I must say that I am a fast learner and I’m sure with your help I'll—”

Molly closed her mouth with a ominous grit of teeth. “What on Earth are you talking about, Sherlock Holmes? Is this some kind of a joke?”

Now it was Sherlock’s turn to gape with an open mouth. “No! No, of course not!”

“Then what is this about?” She shook her head to clear it.

He frowned. “I thought I made my thoughts quite clear,” he said and took Izzy’s empty milk bottle from her to stop her playing with it and gave her a soft bunny toy instead.

“So you’re serious?”

“Yes. Obviously.”


Sherlock smiled softly, something that was very rare. “If you’re worrying about our romantic relationship then don’t. I… I know I’m not really expressive about my feelings,” he said the word with a slight sneer, “but I can say that… ehm… Molly, I find you extremely… interesting… romantically and uhm… sexually, so if you are willing… I mean only if you want to… we c-could… engage in a relationship?”

He was now profusely blushing and stuttering which Molly had never seen him do before, so she could tell that he was being honest with her.

She threw a bear straight at his face, followed by a bunny, a tiger and finally a pink dog. Izzy giggled at that show, climbing off from the mortified Sherlock’s lap to get her tiger from the floor.

“Do you have any idea..? What the hell were you thinking…? Is this your idea of a…? Ugghhh you are so infuriating!!” Molly was fuming.

She grabbed the collar of his dress shirt and pulled him to her so that she could kiss that maddening man whom she loved. Passionate, demanding and loving the kiss pulled them both on the floor and left them gasping for breath.

“I take it that’s a yes,” Sherlock breathed heavily. Their noses were still touching and Molly was lying on top of him, basically straddling his hips. Her hands were on his shoulders and his on her back and under her shirt on her waist.

“Yes,” she whispered. Before they could start kissing again they were interrupted by little Izzy who had started clapping and laughing. That in turn made Molly laugh as well which also made Sherlock chuckle.

She rolled herself off him to the floor where Izzy crawled to her. She tried to imitate what they were doing and gently, like only a child can, put her hands on Molly’s cheeks and placed a wet peck on her lips. Then she lied her head on Molly’s chest an hugged her.

After lying there for a while the little girl fell asleep. Sherlock picked her up from Molly’s chest and took her in her room to her cot. He then returned to the living room and sat on the sofa next to Molly. She put her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her, to keep her as close to him as possible.

“I think you’re going to be a wonderful mother, Molly.”

“And I’m quite sure you’ll be a great dad, too.”

They both smiled.


in my head canon - There’s no way that musician from Mosspaca isn’t He Tian. It explains why he’s always shown wearing headphones, he loves music so much, he ends up being a musician. In a band with the other three, that’s also obvious from the artwork.

I imagine the thrill he felt when Jian Yi says this to him at school. It awoke him, led him to pursue Mo. I don’t know what happened between them, but they’ve stayed friends after their relationship, because they’re still in a band together.

This is why when he meets the new redhead at work, he’s immediately interested, he gets nervous, he knocks over that drink. Later he tries the same tactic that Jian Yi used on him at school, just to try and get his attention

I’m sure all this has been said already, but I’m new here and need somewhere to spit out my feelings about these manhuas that have taken over my life for the last couple of weeks

2005: Laura 18, Stiles 9

Laura Hale had never felt inferior in her whole life up to this particular point. In fact, that was probably why she was completely thrown and coping so badly. She had been held after her College Algebra class by her professor because she, Laura Hale, was in danger of failing. It didn’t make sense. She understood everything in class but apparently she bombed the midterm and with just the final as the only other grade in the course- she was going to fail.

She looked up at the walnut tree, bare above her. She listened to the deputies inside the Sheriff Station behind her; her dream job! She stared across the street at her mother’s office and vaguely worried over how she ended up here from Sacramento State. Thinking on it, she could remember thanking her professor, promising to do better, walking out of class and then…. Fleeing. She fled. She’d fled literally almost all the way back home. Shame was a new sensation, it made her eyes sting with tears. Burying her face in her hands she half curled over herself, caught in a ridiculous feeling of helplessness over a stupid grade.

She’d credit her incredible job training him with the fact she didn’t hear Stiles exit the Sheriff Station and come to join her. Noticing him only when he pressed against her side warmly and hooked his arm through hers.

“I’m sorry.” Stiles whispered in a soft, hoarse voice.

“How did you know?” Laura wondered if FAILURE was floating above her head in neon letters.

“You always come when I’ve… You know…. I’m sorry Dad made you come home.”

Realizing she and Stiles were not having the same conversation at all, she chose to join his, wrapping her arm about him and securing him in tight against her side. “I came because I wanted to come. But your Dad didn’t call me.” Focusing on him she could see all the signs of him having had an epic panic attack.

“No?” Stiles whispered. “Are you homesick? Is it because I sent you that card saying I miss you? I’m…”

“You’re the best.” Laura reminds him. “After me.”

“Thanks. I’m trying my best like you told me. School is easy but…. People are hard.”

Laura smiled and rubbed his arm. “I’m having the exact opposite problem.”

Stiles looked up at her, “You are?”

Laura leaned in and whispered in his ear, “I’m failing Algebra.”

Stiles furrowed his brow and bit his lip thoughtfully, “Is it hard to get?”

“Apparently….” Laura sighed hugely. “I mean I get it in class or on the exercises but when we took the test I just bombed it or something…. Only the midterm and final count toward my grade.”

Stiles’ eyes bugged out a little at that. “You only get two tests!?”

Laura laughed mirthlessly, “Yeah… I thought it was going to be awesome until today.”

Stiles leaned into her and started kicking his foot a little. Laura felt pleased to see his mannerisms waking back up. It consoled her because at least she was still able to be a great best friend.

“You might just test bad… If there’s nothing else to help your grade then you just need to test better!”

“Thanks Sherlock, I’ll do better.” She lay her head on top of his to wallow some more but Stiles slipped off the bench to stand in front of her.

“No. There’s ways to test better. Mo—” Stiles’ voice choked off before he could finish saying mom, his heart starting to race again until Laura took both his ice cold hands in hers and squeezed. Stiles struggled and came back from it with just that, looking earnestly determined. “I can teach you. I was taught…. I’ll teach you- please?”

Laura smirked, “Please? That’s my line.”

Stiles gripped her hands back, “You’re my best friend. Even if you didn’t mean it or you think it’s dumb…. It… You… You’re my best friend. Please let me help you…. I’m just a kid but I’m smart…. I am…. Please….”

Laura snatched him up, biting his head lightly. “You’re my best friend too, Stiles. No matter what ok? Help me? Obi-Stiles Stilinski? You’re my only hope!” She laughed at the huge, pleased flush that took over Stiles’ whole person. Unsure if it was their declarations of friendship or being referred to as a Jedi, she congratulated herself for both and let him lead her into the Sheriffs Station where he taught her everything Claudia had taught him about taking tests.

She passed with a B-.

Honey Works Just As Well

@lynnialljohnson asked: Loved the latest Ian and Jenny. I think its about time Claire learned something naughty from Jenny! Maybe using a bit of honey to make things sweeter? ;)

Weel! I loved this. So so much. This is a canon divergence where Wentworth didn’t happen and Jamie’s pardon came through. Hope you like it darling!

I walked around the garden, observing the growth of my herbs. They were doing well, I thought. Wiping the dirt off my hands onto my skirts, I turned to the house. I stopped when I heard voices.

“Ian, Come and sit a while. I can see from here how much yer leg pains ye.”

“Ach, dinna fash, Jenny. I’ll be fine.”

“Sit. Down.”

I heard him groan and ease himself onto something. I felt like an intruder, listening to them this way, but these tender moments with Jenny were rare. And I had it on good authority that Jenny herself had observed some of my own interactions with Jamie. Turnabout was fair play, after all.

“Mo maise,” Ian whispered. “Mo ghaol.”

I wandered around the corner, careful to keep out of sight. Ian sat on a wooden bench, his peg leg stretched out to one side. Jenny stood in front of him, looking down at him with a fondness that brought tears to my eyes. No matter how prickly she might be toward me, she loved Ian as deeply as I loved Jamie.

“I wish ye wouldna work so hard, mo luaidh.”

“Aye, I ken that. It’ll be easier now wi’ Jamie and his wife here.”

Jenny’s eyes rolled.

“That wee trollop hasne run a house afore.”


“Aye, Jamie loves her, only God kens why.”

“Janet Murray, that is no way to speak of your good sister.”

Ian’s arms wove around Jenny’s waist, pulling her closer to him. The fondness and adoration in his own eyes was just as deep as hers.

“Ian, ye’ve gone soft. Why the hell would he marry an Englishwoman? After how they’ve treated us?”

“Oh ye just dinna like another woman having power o’er him. And ye can see clear as day that he’d lay down his life for her.”

“Aye… He would.”

“He’s happy, mo nighean dubh. Try and be happy too?”

Jenny’s lips pursed, but she nodded.

“I say again, ye’ve gone soft, Ian Murray.”

“Not all soft,” he said, his mouth pulling into a wolfish smile.

“Oh? Aye, ye’ve a head as hard as Jamie’s.”

I felt my own cheeks flush when Ian’s hands slid down to squeeze Jenny’s backside.

“Ian! What are ye doing?!”

“Fondling my wife’s sweet arse, what does it look like?”

“Here?! Wi’ yer leg hurtin’ ye?”

Ian’s smile grew.

“Ye’ve always taken such great care of me, Jenny. Making me walk again because ye’re so damned stubborn. And look at all the bairns ye’ve given me. I have loved ye all my life, Janet. Coming home to ye takes the pain out of my leg every time.”

“Weel,” she said, brushing hastily at the moisture on her cheeks. “When ye put it like that.”

“Come here, my love,” Ian said, his hands drifting even lower.

I ducked away quickly, not needing to witness what came after such declarations. Without thinking, I went in search of my own husband. 

I’d only told him that I loved him the night before, something I hadn’t expected to say to him. Words of affection weren’t things that came naturally to me, but I could make an effort.

The first place I looked for him was the stable. I found Rabbie putting fresh feed in the stalls.

“Rabbie, have you seen Jamie?”

“Aye, he’s out at the miss, mistress.”

“Has the wheel stopped working again?”

“Aye, mistress. The laird said he’d get it working in no time.”

“Thank you.”

The lad smiled at me and I picked up my skirts to hike out to the mill.

His coat, sporran, and sword belt hung on a peg by the door. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, his broad shoulders flexing as he worked on the wheel. I watched how his kilt swung around his legs, perfectly pleated as always.

He turned around after a moment, wiping sweat from his brow.

“Sassenach! I didna expect to see ye out here.”

“I finished with my planting a little early.”

“Aye? Did Jenny leave ye enough space?”

“Oh plenty. Thank you. It feels good to be working with plants again.”

His smile radiated at me from the darkness of the mill.

“Good! I kent ye’d feel at home here. I’m glad Jenny hasne scart ye off yet.”

“This isn’t my home,” I said, walking toward him.

His face fell and he looked at the ground nodding.

“I ken it isna an easy life, here; that ye’ve things ye miss from your own time. I just thought… Maybe… If I loved ye enough, ye might not miss it s’much.”

I put my hand on his chest, just over his steadily beating heart.

“This place isn’t my home because you are my home, mo ghaol.”

His eyes narrowed for a moment before his smile returned.

“Was that the Gàidhlig?”

“An attempt at it, at least.”

“And where did ye learn that one?”

“Well… You’ve said it. But I heard Ian say it to Jenny.”

He looked happier now.

“We really need to work on your Gàidhlig.”

I took his hands, which had wound around my waist, and placed them on my stomach.

“Perhaps you can teach us.”

He frowned down at me.


“Well me and… our baby.

His eyes went wide as he looked between my face and my stomach.

“A… A… A bairn?”

“Yes. Jamie, I’m pregnant.”

“But ye said…”

“I thought, but…”

“A bairn!”

“We’re going to have a baby!”


“I can’t believe how happy I am!”

He picked me up and swung me around in circles. When he set me back on my feet, he crushed me against the wall with a heated kiss.

“Wait,” he said, pulling back so suddenly I nearly fell.


“Is it… Is it safe? Wi’ the bairn?”

“Is what safe?”

“If we… Ah… Ye ken.”

His hips nudged mine, unconsciously I thought, and I felt the stiffness beneath his kilt.

“Oh yes. It’s hardly bigger than the head of a nail right now.”

“But it’s growing? You’re sure?”

“Yes, I am. My cycle is very regular and I should have bled a few days ago. It’s really happening.”

My bodice sprang open and his hands moved up my torso.

“I thought these were a wee bit larger than usual.”


“More sensitive too.”

His mouth found mine while his hands continued to play with my breasts. I was pressed hard against the wall of the mill, his body nearly trembling beneath my hands.

“Jamie,” I very nearly moaned.

“Aye?” he asked, breathing hard.

I held his face between my hands and looked in straight in the eye.

“I love you.”

“I canna tell you how long I’ve wanted to hear ye say that.”

“I said it just last night, didn’t I?”

“Oh aye, ye did. And it sounds just as good today as it did then.”

He fumbled for a minute with his kilt and my dress until we connected. Both of his eyes closed slowly, his mouth slightly open. I couldn’t resist my urge to kiss him, smiling a little at the sound he made.

“Did you fix the mill?” I asked.

“Why do ye care about the mill just now?” he asked, grinding against me roughly.

“I just don’t want someone walking in on us.”

“Sometimes I think ye talk too much, Sassenach.”

Just as I opened my mouth to complain, he stole it. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d been quite so excited. His body was practically vibrating while he took me, his breath hot on my neck. I surrendered to it, to him.

We hit a soft conclusion together, neither of us needing more than that. He held me to the wall still, both of us breathing heavily from our exertions. But he was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes glittering with joy.

“I can scarcely believe it, Sassenach. A bairn of our own.”

“I can’t believe it either. I think you’re going to be a brilliant father.”

If it was possible, his smile got wider.

“Aye. And I ken the sort of mother you’ll be, my own. You’ll be brilliant as well.”

“Laird? Laird, I’ve the man who can fix the mill here. Are ye still here, laird?”

Jamie groaned and stepped back, helping me shake my skirts back into place. He eyed my open bodice and hastily rushed to the door while I tied myself back up.

“Aye, I’m here. I havena got it working just yet. Something’s still stuck, I think.”

“Aye, I’ll just take a look inside and-”

“No, I think something’s stuck in the wheel again. I’ve just checked inside. Verra weel, I assure ye.”

I bit back my giggle and waited for Jamie to come back. While the other men inspected the mill on the outside, he ducked back in.

“Ye best go now, Sassenach, or I’m like to take ye again. Just thinking of ye breeding wi’ my child… Christ I can hardly take it.”

“Well I’ll leave you to your work then. Perhaps we can talk about this again later?”

“Oh aye. We’ll have to tell Jenny and Ian. They’ll be verra pleased.”

“I’m sure. I’ll see you at dinner then.”