just needed to turn the thing on

anonymous asked:

Concept (not smut) but you and Shawn moving in together and you guys make your own little spaces like your offices and it’s just really cute

I love this idea. Like bringing in all the things you packed down and being perfectly messy organized. And like unboxing and going through things together while eating pizza and sipping beers with John Mayer blasting in the background. 

“I honestly thought you were kidding when you told me you had seventeen guitars. What sort of person need this many?” “Shh, baby. They can hear you” Shawn would say and pick up one of the guitars and stroke it a little and you would just laugh at him. 

Or when Shawn dragged up this picture that used to hang on your wall and his eyes just turns wide. “And why did we bring this?” “Shut up, Shawn. It was my grandmother’s” “It’s ugly” “It’s sentimental” “It’s going in your study room” and then you would just stick our tongue out at him but he would lean closer to you and kiss your lips softly. 

Or you would open a box and find things you’d never seen before. Like different pens and a reading lamp, a new ipad and a big mug in your favourite colour and you would just look up at Shawn confused. “What is this?” “It’s for your study room. I figured you could use some pens to highlight when you read. And oh the lamp, you looked at that one in Spain, remember?. It’s good for reading. And you’re always talking about how annoying it is to drag your computer to school, so I thought an ipad might be better. And the mug, well, 90% of your studying revolves around coffee” and then your hand would move to his flushed cheeks and stroke him gently before you kissed his burning lips. “That’s so sweet, Shawn” “I just wanted you to feel home” “I’m home as long as you’re here”

Or going through your clothes and hanging everything on hangers and you would just go through some of the clothes Shawn had with a laughter from your mouth. “Please tell me you never wore this?” “It’s was in at the time” “Dude, animal prints was never in. Ever” “You don’t know fashion” “And neither do you. Clearly” you’d joke while laughing massively. “I know what sort of fashion I like on you” Shawn would say while leaning closer to you. “And what might that be, Mendes?” And then his hands would remove your white t-shirt and let it fall to the floor. “This one” 

I keep seeing chatter about Carol having no time for Ezekiel to feel bad or grieve or mourn, and telling him to get over himself or whatever. And I get that Carol is pragmatic, and prioritizes the needs of the group over the needs of the one, most times.

But I feel like people are missing (or forgetting) the fact that Carol is also compassionate, and feels things very deeply. I don’t think she’s going to turn her back on Ezekiel in his time of sorrow. Perhaps she will understand what he needs, just like he did for her and she did for Morgan. But, I hate seeing all these comments crowing about how she’s going to tell Ezekiel what for, to get over himself, and not put up with his shit, when I know that Carol—the same Carol who followed her heart and gave up on the guns to rescue Zeke and Jerry—understands the depth and breadth of grief and sorrow that comes with the loss of a loved one.

( no i didnt send that and i wouldve reblogged it but you deleted the ask asap lmao ) But my guy you. Need to realize that an anxiety attack does not excuse their horrible behavior and actions whatsoever. They havent apologized to the proper people. They refuse to GENUINELY believe theyre wrong when, well, they are. And an anxiety attack sure doesnt excuse RACISM and HOMOPHOBIA and TRANSPHOBIA AND FALSE ACCUSATIONS THAT CAUSED A LOT OF PALS OF MINE TO TURN ON ME BECAUSE I MADE SNOTTY SAD únù But regardless, Im not asking you to turn on them but you seriously need to realize that just because someone got their horrible actions called out that it doesnt mean that theyre all excused and perfectly ok just because they had an anxiety attack holy fuck. As much as I dont like van, they RUINED his reputation and got him in a PIT OF DRAMA. They get peeved with anyone who disagrees, and makes posts and gets involved in things that has ZERO to do with them and they speak for all the shitty people. The fact that youre trying to cover up for them and make everyone who is VOICING THEIR HORRIBLE ACTIONS out to be the fucking demons of hell ( Please consider they have said a lot to guilt trip before and admitted to it ) Is kind of upsetting dude. You dont listen to anyone else and even giggled at the post they made about “ Edd never died!!! ” ( Thats fucking sick. ) You even @ed them in a post where they PRESSURED MY FRIENDS TO MESSAGE VAN AND GUILTED US UNTIL WE WOULD TO RAT US OUT ARE U KIDDING? WE HAVE ALL GOTTEN MUCH MORE THAN ANXIETY ATTACKS FROM THE THINGS SNOTTY HAS PULLED MY MAN. But hey youll just ignore this too I guess so Im done wasting my breath.

Yes, it’s a very large picture for a PSA but I really need everyone to read this. I started rping in different fandoms 2015, which turned out to be the best thing I have ever done. Don’t get me wrong, I loved all my years on Tumblr even if things have been tuff with hate and drama. I have really tried to be friends with everyone, tried to include as many as I can in different fandoms but right now all I want to do is close my computer and not write. 

This morning when I woke up, I just stared at my phone almost dreading the thought of writing. Which is a feeling I haven’t experienced in quite some time. Lately, it seems like people have been more interested in the edits, icons, banners, backgrounds, and stuff I can do for free than actually plotting and writing with me. Yes, I have posted started calls, I have posted starters, I have posted open things in the past but I just feel… useless? 

I understand completely when people don’t have the time to reply. I myself have a hard time writing every day. I don’t blame people for not replying to threads or anything it’s just the feeling of being unwanted that bothers me so much. I ask like all the time in different ways if people want to plot and I honestly just get ignored. I do understand that people are busy, I understand that you miss some replies or messages but when you one second come into my inbox and ask me to do edits for you only to ignore me the next, I just don’t understand? 

My hands are legit shaking from writing this. I never want drama. I never want anything else but having fun but I have to ask now. Have I done anything? Is there something I have done that I’m not knowing about or am I just not interesting to write with anymore?

I have debated deleting my blogs. Back and forth all day but in the end, I know how much I would want to write again, how much I would miss the people who just ask me how I’m doing and are sweet. I won’t delete. I can’t do that when I have built so many characters from nothing. My activity won’t be a lot though.

I will check in, reply if someone replies to a thread but until I know if I did anything or if I’m just… someone you befriend to get free icons and stuff… I don’t want to be here. 

I’ll try to write, I’ll try to be happy as I always have been but I just thought I should inform all of you that I might not be as active anymore. I just feel so alone. Which is confusing because some people talk to me a lot but there is those people who get what they want ( edits, icons, psds, backgrounds ) and then just don’t want anything to do with me.

If I don’t answer your messages I can be reached at D!scord : Mama Mini#3223 ( just make sure you tell me who you are in your message otherwise I might block ) 

With that, I guess I’m signing out for tonight. Bye darlings. 

/ Mini

laurifakristalina  asked:

Plus, if the reader wants something quick, it probably will be faster to learn JP themselves and get their hands on the original volume... Or just wait if they ever release the licensed one in english. Tbh, it's fun to translate something but since it's a form of relaxing/hobby for me, I have times when I'm not in the mood for it. Plus, reading and translating is different and translating is harder than simply reading so... Sigh. I don't mean to complaint but just... Try to be understanding? 😅

people need to understand one thing:SCANLATION IS A HOBBY, not a job, so no need to turn it a hell for scanlators to the point they hate it then drop out of it, or turn to the most annoying step that all readers hate…. GOING PRIVATE!!!!

Your coping mechanisms will change depending on the situations you’re in. Depression Memes 4 Sad Teens helped me cope when my mother took every other healthy coping mechanism away from me. Now that my circumstances have changed, I’ve dropped the coping mechanism because it no longer helps me, and have moved on to something else that may be healthier for me now and might not be in the future. 

When are y’all going to realize that part of dealing with shit is also moving on, and not just when it hurts you but when you just don’t need it anymore. This is how innocent things turn bad fast. 

It’s really interesting to me that what is arguably Lance’s greatest strength is also his biggest source of insecurity. 

Like, this boy is so adaptable. You can throw him into space, into a war, into a new lion, and he’ll essentially shrug his shoulders and slot himself into place. What makes the kid a powerhouse is that you can put him in any circumstance and he’ll find out where he fits and pretty much be able to hold his own there. He can integrate himself into basically any group dynamic (see: rebel mermaids, Hunk + Lance + BoM, and Team Voltron after Shiro). What Lance brings to the table is an ability to do what’s needed, to fill roles that need filling, and to mesh with anyone. 

But, for someone who values standing out, that would be seen as a negative trait. Lance wants to carve out his own place in the group– it’s why he’s so attached to the idea of being the “sharpshooter” (though, that does appear to be a niche of his!!). To him, it seems like everyone else around him has this “thing” that makes them special and unique– and, since he doesn’t (or, at least, he thinks other people don’t think he does) he feels sort of average and unskilled by comparison. 

The creators have said before that Lance’s character is about “providing what’s needed at the time” and like. Exactly. His “thing” is that he can essentially take on any “thing” you need him to and do it at least decently. That’s what makes him unique, and I can’t wait to see him realize it.


So instead of doing anything else, I got obsessed with the Howls Moving Castle AU.  


I made a post last year about how SU is brilliant at showing how communication is essential for any kind of relationship, and how it’s key to solving conflict. But the element they add in Kevin Party is that sometimes, you need time apart first. To calm down, to realize things, to gain perspective. In the heat of the moment, emotion can really blur your judgment, and that just makes things worse.

There are times you aren’t ready to talk, and that’s okay. Communication is two-way, and if one person isn’t ready to accept or hear what the other wants to say, then that’s not communication, regardless of how many hours you spend “talking”. And the scary thing about it is this pseudocommunication can happen without you realizing it. You can feel “calm” and “open”, but it turns out you’re only hearing the other out to shut them down and invalidate them with what you think. And that’s what drags out conflicts.

Relationships involve people, and people have feelings. Hard logic and a self-centered perspective aren’t the best tools for issues like these. What’s key to resolving conflict is communication, true, but that only works if you have your head, you’re truly open to understanding the other person’s side, and you’re humble enough to accept and take responsibility for your contribution to the conflict. 

God, this show.


a CP ficlet, as promised

(idea courtesy of @echoing-artemis, who said CAPTIVE PRINCE BACHELOR AU which then turned into UNREAL AU in my head because let’s face it, in any situation like this, laurent will still be full of machinations.)


When Damen laces his hands together, the left thumb is on top. Laurent fixes this detail with a look that is, as it were, a warm-up for the look he’s about to direct at Damen’s face. Damen is perched on the edge of the plush, over-quilted, impeccably white satin bedspread, elbows resting on his spread knees. He is crushing some of the red rose petals. Laurent makes a mental note to send a production assistant in here with fresh ones before they film the individual segments after the cocktail party.

Someone knocks at the closed door and says, “Um, I think–”

No,” snarls Laurent, wasting the first and most icily searing few seconds of his expression on the door. Silence follows.

“All right, what is it?” Laurent demands of Damen. “Is it drugs? Do I need to send someone out for some cocaine? Do you have a fucking headache? Has a soft-hearted AD whom I will summarily fire snuck you your phone, and you’ve found out that your cat’s died?”

“No,” Damen says, apparently to all of the above. After a moment he adds, in a tone that Laurent can’t parse, “I don’t have a cat.”

“Then what the fuck is wrong with you? I’ve seen potato salad with more vivacity than you’re showing out there.”

“It’s all so–staged,” Damen says, with distaste.

Laurent manages not to roll his eyes, but the violence with which he wishes he were rolling his eyes causes dull pain to gather behind them like a stormcloud.

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Starfleet Support Groups

The scary thing is that Starfleet probably needs a separate support group for “people who have accidentally lived decades/entire lifetimes in alternate realities until it turned out it was just an hour in the real world.”

What? Oh, no, you’re looking for the “I was caught in a timeloop and went insane” support group. That’s next door.

“Mirror Universe trauma”? Down the hall.

“Dealing With My Duplicate Self” meets on Thursdays.

(O’Brien just attends all of them. If it hasn’t happened, it’s probably going to.)


Hi yes I have some THOUGHTS on this. 

Watch this video and LET’S DISCUSS.

First of all, he’s at the premiere of his show, something he is very proud of and worked really hard on and was booed. Actual “fans” were lined up and given the oppurtunity to see the cast, including him, and booed him because he wouldn’t stop to sign things.

Did these people not realize that he is there to work? That this is part of his job? He has a lot to do, he isn’t there (just) for fun. He has a number of interviews that he has to do. He has to stop and take pictures for magazines and newspapers and the media in general. He is on a timeline and didn’t have time to stop and sign things and take picutres. 

How rude and inconciderate and entitled do you have to be to boo a fourteen year old child because he can’t stop to sign something for you. 

Second, he talks about his strangest fan encounter. A couple followed him to his house and had the audacity to ask for a photo. How dare you, first of all, follow a child to his house. No matter what that is extremely creppy and wrong. It doesn’t matter what his job is, that is not apart of the job. If an adult followed any child home from a friends house, people would lose their minds! Just because he is an actor doesn’t mean you have any right to make him uncomfortable and follow him home. 

Fans need to grow up and get a grip. People are so quick to turn on Finn and attack him for simply wanting his space and to feel comfortable. People are going to ruin this job for him. Don’t pu ish him for following a childhood dream. Let him feel happy and safe and comfortable. 

Leave Finn Wolfhard Alone. 

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Billy Hargrove x Reader

Request: Billy angst

AN: Hi. Hello. I’m just going to leave this here and bury myself in my backyard. 


“You have third period free, right?” The boy that Y/N was partnered up with in chemistry, Chris, was standing next to her locker. He nodded. “I’ll meet you at the library tomorrow, then? See how much we can get done. God, I just hate how Mrs. Lewis just piles these things on us as if we have nothing else to do,” Y/N switched the books she had in her hands for the ones needed for homework that night.

A ruckus down the hall caught Chris’s attention, but Y/N knew who it was. Chris looked over Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N rolled her eyes, getting ready for the interaction. Chris sighed.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, alright? We can go over the homework, too. I’m sure I’ll have some questions,” Chris started backing away as Billy and his friends got closer.  

“See you tomorrow!” Y/N called out to Chris. He gave a wave and turned around down the hall.

“Don’t leave on my account, Williams,” Billy yelled down the hall, his voice booming. Chris ignored him and turned down the connecting hall that would lead him to the parking lot.

“Hey! I’m talking to you, Williams!” Billy’s voice turned menacing as he and his friends made their way after him. Y/N grabbed Billy by the back of his jean jacket, trying to hold him back.

What are you doing?!” Y/N screeched at Billy. Billy whipped around, cornering Y/N at her locker. He slammed his hands on either side of her head, making her jump.

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movies [ steve x reader ]

premise: (name) is dustin’s sister and they decide to watch movies all night. what (name) doesn’t know is that dustin invited steve, too

a/n: this was supposed to be shorter, like to paragraphs short, but…
also, requested by:  Hey I loved your Steve x Reader where reader is Dustin’s sister’s fic. Can you do more of it please? ( @queeeenofscots​ ) / can you plz do more dustinssister!reader x steve imagines??? thanks ily <3 (anon)

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A family night. Well, more of a sibling night. Mom is out of town with a couple of friends of hers (Mews death had really taken a toll on her). You and Dustin are left to your own devices, which means movie marathons and junk food all night. Falling asleep is also a no go because you swore to draw on his face with a sharpie if he even closed his eyes for a second. The same goes for you, of course. Granted, for being seventeen you sure can be childish sometimes. But you can’t really blame yourself for that, or wanting to spend more time with your brother. The two of you had always been close, but you drifted away when you grew into a real teen. Naturally the Demogorgon business brought you two together pretty quickly and neither of you intend to lose touch again.

Dustin picks between a few horror movies you had rented earlier that day as you heat up the popcorn, “Hey, (Name), how do you feel about Halloween?” Dustin asks from the couch.

You make a face, “Not good.”

“Perfect. We’re watching this one.”

You surpass the urge to roll your eyes and you grin and take the KFC you ordered out of those meek paper bags. As you turn off the lights in the kitchen, with one hand holding plates and the other grasping a big bottle of soda, you move into the living room as Dustin sets up the movie, “Just try not to scream.” Dustin says, fiddling with the VCR.

“Pretty sure you’ll be the one that’s screaming.”

The doorbell rings and makes a shiver shoot up your spine.  Instinctively you look at the looming front entrance and the dark night pooling behind it. You glance at Dustin but he doesn’t even look your way, mumbling something about ‘Stupid fucking movie why don’t you work?!’ so you set down the food and slowly make your way to the door. Right, maybe turning off all of the lamps so only the TV screen lights up the room with its ghostly bleak light and that weird scratching noise wasn’t the best idea. But it’s not like a Demo-dog can ring a doorbell, right?…Right?

Scolding yourself for being paranoid, you swiftly unlock the door and with a deep breath open it fully. The cool air pinches your cheeks red as you meet eyes with deep brown ones. Something clicks in your mind and you can’t help but grin at the visitor, recalling all those moments he had pulled you away from the mission just to talk or be close to you. Steve Harrington stands on your porch with a lazy smile on his lips and his hands shoved into his pockets. You make a mental note to thank Dustin later, because you sure as hell didn’t invite your crush over.

“…I was told there will be KFC.” Steve states.

“Who gave away this information?” You wonder, stepping aside to let him in. With a light shrug he enters and beelines for the couch.

“Hey, Dustin!—And I never reveal my sources, (Name).”

Soon you all squeezed on the small couch. Dustin in one end, you in the middle, and Steve in the other. After fighting over the popcorn and the abundance of puns Steve kept saying, a hush fell over your small group as the movie started. You were immediately sucked in and a bit terrified. You never could handle scary movies. And now that you literally had the opportunity to live out a real life scary movie with the Demo-dog business, you still find scary movies, well, scary. You pull the warm blanket closer to your lips as you are ready to hide behind it at any given moment.

Steve notices your terrified expression, and on a different occasion he wouldn’t find it as cute as he does now. You lean into him a bit when Michael Myers shows up. Something swells in his chest, something light and fuzzy and he can’t help but smile a little. For a full minute he ponders should he do the old ’yawn-put-my-hand-around-her-shoulders’ shtick. He conducts that would be pretty stupid and awkward so he just pretends to shift in his seat and drapes his arm over your shoulders anyway. You look at him. He pretends that nothing happened and gives you a playful glance.

Half-way through the movie you grew comfortable enough to rest your head on his chest. Steve’s fingers played patters on your skin, played with your hair almost subconsciously, but his eyes never once left the screen. When the clock struck 1 o’clock and the screen cut to black – the movie was finally over and you can take a breather, - you and Steve had to surpass a laugh at Dustin’s snoring. In hushed murmurs the two of you moved and Steve took up the job of picking Dustin up and bringing him to his room. With the blanket wrapped around your shoulders you waited him to return, and honestly, nearly swooned at how domestic he is.

Once he returns he shoves his hands into his pockets and looks around, almost as if trying to think of an excuse to stay. In lazy steps he approaches you and you have to bite down a smile, “I should…probably go now.” He says slowly, testing the waters. You flick your brows upwards.

“You sure?” You ask, “There are two more movies left.”

“You know, I always considered myself a patron of the arts so yeah, I say I could stay. With you. T-To watch the movies. If you don’t mind.”

“No, I don’t. Trust me, I don’t.”

Steve makes quick work of setting up the VCR as you find a good spot on the couch. You fluff the pillows and can hardly contain the excitements that’s practically radiating from you. Now there’s way more space to move around, but he sits close to you and you throw your blanket on the both of you to keep warm, if that is even needed. Honestly, you just want to share something with him. Be as close as you can possibly be without going overboard with your feelings. You have a small hint that he may feel the same way, but then again, you don’t want to ruin this – whatever this is you have with him – by tuning all mushy and sappy and kissy. Not that turning kissy would be a bad thing, now that you really consider it.

The movie starts in bright flashes and loud sounds and you frown softly. You feel Steve’s arm drape over your shoulders again and you turn your head to him. A kaleidoscope of colors shine on his face – it almost appears mesmerizing – as the thought of the two of you being completely alone finally sinks in. A spark lights up your chest and fuels your whole body with the need to kiss him. Your gaze roams from his eyes to his lips and back, an action he notices and smirks at, as you lean in ever so slightly and asks, “…Patron of the arts? Really?”

“I lied.” He grins, “Sorry.” He murmurs, leaning in and capturing your lips in a long overdue kiss.


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I’m playing the Citadel DLC and omg I dont even know what my favourite part of my squad line up is like:

- “what do you know about the mercs?” “they have guns and they don’t like me”

- “I heard you fell through a fish tank” “we’ll talk about it later” “shame, I liked that restaurant” “WE’LL TALK ABOUT IT LATER” 

- Liara stopping her thought process to get turned on my Shep’s outfit and Shep just fukin GRINNING

- Joker not letting the decoy thing go

- Tali’s whole speech about the sushi place??? like its so cute and dramatic and then “is there anything you can even eat there?” “not the point, sheperd”

- Shep says “drugs” in a realy funny way she sounds like a pta mum

- Vega ordering a fuCKING PIZZA I JUST. I have a new love for Vega

- I didnt know how much I needed Wrex yelling “Uncle Urdnot has a present for you!” and calling everyone princesses until now

- Ash and Garrus havin a lil Mako/Hammerhead team rivalry 

- when theyre yelling “we have the better sheperd” and Liara just yells “and better looking!” I just omg


- Badass shooting line up

- Brooks before she was a bitch

- the options being I will end you and I will end you painfully and who are you so i can end you

- “I should go” 

- Garrus’ little “awh I was hoping to get picked” 


- why does shep know so much about traynors toothbrush

- “remind me to reimburse her for that” “okay. Sheperd?” “LATER. Remind me later”

- Wrex looks adorable squished in the vent

- theres something super satisfying about a showdown on the normandy

- both joker and shep alling it “my ship” is so cute


- why is joker so aware of his pancreas