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How Dan and Phil probably broke up #34
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BTS Reaction to Their s/o Dirty Whining/Tick Tocking On Them

specifically @ a caribbean carnival


jungkook : “oh my god..” he’ll try his best to hold in his grunts and the fact that he’s turned on. he wouldn’t know what to do. he’ll just know what he’s going to do to you later on.

jimin : he’d enjoy it honestly. he’ll be dancing with you all while never letting his smile leave his face. “i’m a lucky man” he’d whisper dirty things in your ear which would turn you on and make you grind, twerk etc harder. good lord you’re in for it when you get home

taehyung : “ohh baby..” automatic turn on. when he sees the way that you move your body, he can’t do anything else but watch/touch you

namjoon : he’d try his best to keep up with you, you’ll go at a slow and steady pace for a few but then you’ll speed up once he has the hang of it. “damn y/n you can move your body!”

hoseok : once you throw it back, my mans will catch it. he’s moving up, down, left right with you. “you know what we’re doing after right?” he can’t keep his tongue in his mouth while looking at you go.

yoongi : “what do you say we get out of here and you know..” yoongs was already horny when he saw you in your costume. he’d go ahead and tell you straight up that he wants sex, he’d try pulling you towards the exit but you just pull him back. when you’re dancing on him, he’d never let your ass leave his private area 😛

jin : “ahhh y/n i didn’t know that you were so dirty..” he quickly gets horny and wants the moment to never end. it’s cute how he tries to dance with you.

It is the season of the goose.

There is a goose couple that have built a nest on the corner of our building. The mother sits on the eggs all day while the father keeps watch. 

This consists mainly of him catching his reflection in the windows of our building and honking threats at the ‘other goose’ while leaving a line of goose poop on our sidewalk. 

Let me explain something for those of you unfamiliar with geese. 

Geese do not understand fear. 

Walk up to a goose, I fucking dare you. 

You: an animal twice it’s size and easily four times it’s weight on a low-carb day. Walk yourself right up to that honker and see what he does. 

An adult goose will attack your car before he lets you get within four yards of his nest and will go out of his way to attack OTHER GEESE from ACROSS THE PARKING LOT. 

They give you a warning hiss and then they will try their best to kill you. Not a joke. Will try. 

And last year, we had to discourage people from taking selfies with the geese in the parking lot.

Geese are short-tempered battle tanks and humans are hardly even capable of surviving as a domestic species. 

Geese don’t give a fuck. 

holdup-holdon  asked:

Hello! I don't draw, at all, by I used to paint on canvas and I stopped a while ago. I've been struggling with depression and as a way to figure this shit out I would very much like to get back in touch with my artistic side. I'm just wondering is you have any tips/tutorials for someone who never drew anything ever (and is also left handed if that's important)

Being left handed isn’t important unless you use leaking/inky pens that smudge easily. I have spent a while thinking about this one because I know that depression is a very serious subject.

Something that I have learned from posting art on here for a couple of years is that we should draw for no one but ourselves (commissions aside) Never let the pressure of letting people see your drawings/paintings get to you because it’s something we do for our own enjoyment. One of the few things that gets me down on this website is people who think they are entitled to my drawings. I’ll often get comments on a drawing of a group of characters that are like “why didn’t you draw this character too?” which is annoying because obviously I didn’t draw them because I didn’t want to. Or a serious hatred of mine “their hair colour is a couple of shades different to what I personally imagined so you are obviously wrong”. People can be really shit man so if your depression has anything to do with that, work on trying to block out the people that will judge and be nasty about your art.

Now drawing is fun, it isn’t supposed to be perfect all the time, I recommend getting a sketchbook for only basic, basic sketches. It is so freeing to have something to just sribble in and not have to make things finished pieces in.

I have a couple tutorials here from myself

and I am also going to leave some links to my favourite speedpaint channels on YouTube, as well as my own one. I pick up half my techniques from watching speedpaints.

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCiBeFeUwilbKnT-z4X4CD4g

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCLEVrhumRsK67JkP3G4w5cQ

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCo0dAKk_7dXBNwYPgD2v7Zw

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzni_F_Z4IUJr77GVw3Z-ZQ

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCWgMcluGLnaVpCWmscaFs_Q

https://www.youtube.com/user/Jelopiful

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCWzPFhNUBhTHG_cJ-8tr57w

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC6-8SFOmgrIrAiDdF8GrFzQ

https://www.youtube.com/user/LarrivaArt

I really really hope this was helpful!!

I open this tiny heart
one beat at a time
to her strawberry ties
to my strawberry lies
and lips do more than
dishonesty and honesty
if I could let you go
I would keep these feelings to myself
and we could just fade away
one beat at a time
like we used to be
when we stomped our feet
into downtown together
when there was no such thing
as bad weather, just excellent company
and she had the right idea
let’s fall into the seasons properly
while I open this tiny heart
and maybe I’m getting ahead of myself
maybe I’m carried away
we’re in too deep, maybe it’s just me
with my strawberry lies
still holding your lips together
shhh, it’s only a night
and things won’t be alright
but it’s still alright, right?
—  strawberry chapstick

Fiddleford Appreciation!   (click to embiggen)

I was feeling badly about not having done anything for @fiddleford-appreciation-month, so here, have a fairly obligatory Fidds playing his banjo.  Let the record show that i legitimately like banjo music!  (Sorry, Ford.)

So the story behind the shirt is that I wanted to do something special and extremely 70s, so this is based exactly on my favorite of John Denver’s shirts (worn in concert and thus on several posters.)  And I do not say that lightly, because while I am pretty fond of 70s fashion, and while I love John Denver unironically, I can admit that most of his wardrobe was kind of a disaster.  But this shirt is awesome, fight me.

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anonymous asked:

Chara, who are you to say what is right.

*I am not.
*Let me rephrase.
*He deserves to know.
*It is what feels right.
*From my singular, twisted point of view.
*And while I am aware there is bias in my outlook on the world.
*And that not all the decisions I make will be the correct ones.
*As a sentient being in control of my own actions.
*I will do what feels right to me.
*…
*But that’s a little wordy, isn’t it?

anonymous asked:

just out of curiosity, with all these fans i hear bumping into bts, do u think its not right for a fan (in general) to say hi in such a situation? while making it clear that they are not stalking and whatnot. or is it like basically necessary to just act like one doesnt know them

I really hope we just leave them alone during their personal time. No matter what good intention saying hi is or whatever, it’s still bangtan’s personal time and I hope we just leave them and let them enjoy it. We always talk about wanting bangtan to rest and hopefully get downtime during this rigorous tour schedule. And these instances that fans bump into them are during bangtan’s own time and trying to at least do things they want. so I think it’s just showing respect to leave them be and give them that time to do whatever they want and just leave them alone. 

I’ve mentioned before that bangtan had a lot of not good experiences with fans, so no matter if you feel like you’re not bothering them, they will still feel uneasy about it. Not because they don’t want to talk to fans, but they want to avoid to cause commotion and to not bother other people whichever place they’re in. Seriously if fans make it known that they’re around or bangtan feels like there are a lot of people who recognizes them, they will just leave that place they wanted to visit. So I hope fans just give them their space.

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[TRANS] Daesung’s message for Japan VIPs

Hello to every Japan VIPs, I am D-Lite.
Is everyone doing well?
My Dome Tour is about to begin soon.
We will be able to see each other in about 2-weeks’ time.
In order to let everyone have a happy and enjoyable time, I have put in lots of effort in preparing.
Of course, everyone is preparing as well.
Have you guys check out my mini album《D-Day》?
I hope that we can sing the songs together during the concert, so can you guys memorise the songs while listening to it?
Well then, let us all meet together at my Dome Tour concerts.
This is D-Lite signing off.

Translated by: bb.translations

Twenty-First Christmas

the series is as follows so far:

FirstSecond ThirdFourthFifthFifth Christmas, Part 2SixthSeventhEighthNinthTenthEleventhTwelfth

NOTE: I might not be able to answer or comment for the next few weeks … going on vacation in Italy but I’m gonna try this scheduling thing to see if these will continue to post while I’m gone :) …

———————–

Maggie invited herself to Christmas dinner at his house by email, a very un-Maggie like thing to do but necessary in her mind.

“Dear Fox,

I was going to ask this on Tuesday when you were here but I realized that if I mentioned it in person, you would attempt to find a way to decline and that will not work. Instead, I am letting you know that I’ll be there on December 20th at 4pm for appetizers, for dinner at 6pm and I will be leaving no later than 9pm to allow you to get your proper night’s sleep.

I will be bringing with me one blueberry pie and one pumpkin pie.

Whatever you choose to serve for dinner will be wonderful and I will enjoy it immensely.

I look forward to it and will not be checking my email so any possibility of you cancelling will not be seen and I will be on your doorstep regardless of weather and circumstance.

Love,

Maggie”

&&&&&&&&&&

Somewhere around the previous February, he worked up the courage to write Maggie a short note, much like the ones he and Scully had been infrequently exchanging. She responded immediately and had not left him alone since. It had taken until April for her to convince him to come to her house on a Tuesday afternoon to help clean out her gutters. He’d made it there by cab, ontime, and the whole experience had been terribly awkward and clock-ticking dreadful.

He returned the next week to fix some siding issues she was having on the garage.

Then to mow her lawn.

Weed her garden.

Re-stain and re-seal the deck.

By June, he just came over, no work beckoning him but working once he got there none-the-less. She fed him, they talked, they cried on multiple occasions, he apologized every time before he left again that night.

He didn’t ask about Scully though.

Maggie had questioned him as to why he didn’t but with a simple shake of his head, “not yet. I know she’s okay though so that makes it easier.”

Once or twice, he’d come earlier or stayed later than he’d meant to or Scully had dropped by on the wrong day, forgetting, in the hustle and bustle of hospital life, which day was verboten. The first time for that had been painfully wretched, Mulder dropping everything and bolting from the house, apologizing later to Maggie from the comfort of his living room.

The second time had been easier, Scully apologizing for interrupting and nodding towards Mulder, eyes open and accepting that she still shared her mother with him even though she didn’t share his bed. She’d disappeared to the backyard and as he left a few minutes later, he called a quiet ‘good night’ through the screened door, hearing her call one back without missing a beat.

&&&&&&&&&&

As the holidays approached and there ceased to be a lawn to mow or windows to wash, he began to worry that he wouldn’t have a reason to go see her, to interact with her, to learn, through osmosis and rusty spying techniques, that Scully had an apartment, a job, a decent car, a life that didn’t involve him.

He desperately wanted to curl up and die a little bit when he began to hear Christmas carols on the radio but then Flab jumped on his belly, walked smartly up his chest with tail raised and waving, licked his chin, whisker-tickled his cheeks, then meowed fishy breath in his face, demanding scratching on her head and undercarriage.

He had no choice but to smile and do her bidding.

He snuggled up with her later on but didn’t die, instead listened to her purr against his throat while he watched ‘Plan 9 from Outer Space’ and forgot to lock the front door.

&&&&&&&&&&

“Mom, you didn’t even let him try to cancel? What if he’s not there when you show up?”

“He’ll be there. He wouldn’t dare not be there and he will have dinner ready and we will have a very pleasant holiday meal.” Giving her daughter a not-so-sneaky look, “you could always come with me. I think Fox would like that very much.”

Scully shook her head, leaning back against the kitchen chair, feet settled on the seat beside her, elbow resting on the table, head against her hand, “I can’t. I just … I’m okay with him being here but I’m not ready to go back yet.”

Maggie loved them more than her own life and wished they’d just get themselves organized, “he’s been doing so well with his medications and trying, Dana. He talks now and carries on a conversation that has nothing to do with aliens and invasions and basement bomb shelters. He’s like he used to be and he misses you so much. If you’d just try again …”

Scully cut her off, eyes closing, “Mom, I will do this at my speed, okay? I can’t just show up at the house for Christmas dinner and pretend life is fine.”

“I know, honey, I’m sorry to push.” Resting her hand on Scully’s arm, squeezing lightly, “but you’re sure you’re fine with me going?”

Eyes popping back open, they both ignored the shining tears suddenly pooling, “at least he’s letting someone in and better you than some crazy person he met online.”

Lightening the mood, Maggie smiled, “it’s nice to at least rank about the internet chat people.”

&&&&&&&&&

Maggie knocked on his door at precisely 4pm, pies in hand and scarf tied tight, the harsh wind blowing through her coat and sweater as if they weren’t there, small, sharp pieces of ice pummeling her hair and stinging her cheeks. Mulder answered with the same nervous look he had on his face when he showed up for his first Christmas all those years ago and she couldn’t help but smile, “relax, Fox, it’s just me and pie.”

Mulder smiled back, “am I wearing my panic look?”

“You are indeed.”

Appetizers consisted of fresh fruit and cheese, alternating olives and cubes of ham skewered to death on a red-foil topped toothpick, along with sparkling apple cider or water. Feeling the need to apologize for the drinks, “I’m not allowed any alcohol with my medication and I don’t need the temptation.”

Taking a long sip of her cider, “this is just fine. I don’t need the alcohol if I’m to drive home without getting pulled over.”

Dinner, with a little of Maggie’s help, was steak, baked potatoes, asparagus and salad. Nodding her approval as she took her first bite, “better than my husband ever made.”

“Mr. Scully couldn’t cook a steak?”

“Not unless you liked shoe leather. There’s a reason we all love burned bacon. At first, it was a necessity because that’s how he cooked it but it grew on us. The well-done steak, however, never quite caught on.”

“Well, I’m glad you like it.”

Conversation flowed smoothly, Mulder asking about the family, all the kids floating around; Maggie asking about his medications and his routine, keeping him honest without letting on that she was keeping him honest but given he knew she was keeping him honest, he answered honestly, never wanting her to worry about him again.

Talk turned to Scully completely on accident, just as Maggie was serving out gigantic pieces of pie, “you know, I never could get that daughter of yours to eat pie.”

Even before he finished the sentence, he felt his stomach clench tightly, the steak threatening to push back up his throat as his eyes darted anywhere but to his dinner guest. Maggie, heart aching once again for the pair of them, nodded lightly, her voice carrying a joviality to it that relaxed him somewhat, “neither could any of us, no matter how many we squished her face into and believe you me, there were a lot.”

Mulder lit up, suddenly needing to hear a story of Scully’s face buried in a banana cream pie as much as he needed air to breathe, “define a lot.”

The next hour, loose lips told stories that would make Scully blush, had she been there; stories of pies and bathing suit incidents and spelling bee SNAFUs and embarrassing questions and equally embarrassing answers.

Mulder had never, not in years, laughed like he did that night. He relished each incident as if it were precious crystal and gold, woven into an intricate remembrance of a Scully he’d never met, never heard about and never wanted to forget. He even repeated a few things, just to make sure he had them committed to memory correctly, realizing that even if she never came home again, he’d have these treasures forever.

Watching how delighted he was with her reminiscence, Maggie shared more and more, one story blended with the next until she looked up, realizing it was after 10, the wind howling, the snow pinging the glass as it drove horizontal against the house. Standing, she moved to the window, “I don’t think I can drive home in this, Fox. Would you mind terrible if I stayed on the couch?”

He felt awful that he’d kept her for so long, wondering if he’d done it on purpose for the company then berating himself because he’d done nothing but listen, Maggie leading the charge down memory lane without so much as a care about the weather outside. Nodding in her direction after a moment, “in face, you can have the spare bed upstairs or our bed, if you don’t like the mattress. Plenty of blankets and quilts to keep you warm, too, no matter how drafty it gets up there.”

Her heart sang momentarily, knowing that an offered room upstairs meant he was cleaning even where no one would see. Blankets and quilts meant he was doing laundry. All little things that added up to telling her her son was doing okay.

“I would love that, Fox, thank you.”

He looked around the kitchen, which they’d cleaned up earlier, “well, are you ready for bed now? It’ll probably take a few minutes for the room to warm up after I open the door so would you like another piece of pie, maybe or watch the news?”

Maggie drew back in surprise, “when did you get regular television again?”

Mulder went sheepish, ducking his head, “well, more like I have a satellite dish that I can aim through the attic window so no one can hijack the dish or signal and mess with me.” Running a hand messily through his hair, he squinted apologetically at her, “old, old, old habits die hard but I realized it was a good next step for me.”

Hugging him tightly in a surprise attack, he still marveled at how tiny both her and her daughter were given that their mere presence burst the seams of whatever room they were in, “it’s a very good step and yes, I would like to watch the news with you, then maybe an episode of something nice, ‘Golden Girls’ or whatever might be on one of those old lady stations.”

&&&&&&&&

Soon, Maggie was wearing some of Scully’s old sweatpants and a t-shirt, settled comfortable under mounds of covers when she heard Mulder knock on the open door frame, “Fox? Is everything all right?”

Mulder regarded her seriously, “earlier, I referred to my bed as our bed, meaning mine and Scully’s. I shouldn’t have said it like that. I don’t want to give you the wrong impression or idea that we were talking and she’d be back soon.”

Giving him the smallest head tilt, pulling her lips in slightly, pressing them together in sympathetic understanding, “I know, Fox. I don’t expect anything from either of you. I will always have hope and I will always pray that you two work things out eventually, be it end in love, friendship or understanding but above all else, I just want you to be happy. It’s what every mother wants for her children, both the ones related by blood and the ones she adopts as her own along the way.”

His eyes swam for a moment, then, “I go to therapy now. I mean, I actually go. I was doing things over the phone but finally, I realized that I needed to do it in person. I started a few weeks ago and I wanted to see how it went before I told you.”

Her chest swelled in pride, “I’m so proud of you, Fox. Dana will be to, whenever and if you ever choose to tell her.”

“I will. Just, in my own time … that is if you don’t mind keeping a secret from your daughter for me.”

With a juvenile turn of the fake lock on her lips, she tossed the key over her shoulder, “I will be silent until I hear from you.”

Flashing another Mulder smile at her, the one she’d missed so very much, he then scooped up the lurking Flab and dropped her on Maggie’s lap, “g’night, Maggie.”

“G’night, Fox.”

&&&&&&&&&&&

The next day, after Mulder had cleaned off Maggie’s car and had plowed the driveway with the lawnmower/snowplow, he came back in, shivering and soaked, grateful for the steaming mug of hot chocolate she met him at the door with. Taking it, he sipped, disappeared upstairs to change, then returned to the living room to find her waiting, small Christmas bag on the table, happy smile radiant. Once he sat down beside her on the couch, she handed him the bag, “Merry Christmas.”

“Aww, Maggie, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“No, I didn’t but I wanted to so I did and you can’t return it because it’s homemade and personalized just for you.”

Curiosity drove him to pull out tissue paper while smirking at her threat, “please tell me it’s fudge.”

“No, you’ll get that next time so stop bothering me about it.”

He would have responded with something but his tongue tied itself in a knot, the ornament he pulled from the bag stopping him in his tracks. It was a cross-stitched sphere, a myriad of blues in the background except for where ‘Fox’ and 6/6/1992 were sewn in, one on either side of the gift. It only took a moment for him to remember the date and looking at her in quizzical wonder, “why would you put this date on here?”

“Because that’s the first day I heard about you. She called me up that night and told me about the man she’d been partnered with, someone with the odd name of Fox Mulder. Had I known then what I know now, I would have told her to kiss you the first opportunity she had.”

Knowing Maggie well, he studied it first, then focused past it to her face, “did you make one for Scully, too?”

“It’s time I should be going, I think.” Standing, she left his question hanging in the air, the answer obvious but enjoying her mysterious ways just the same, “thank you for a very lovely Christmas dinner and for letting me stay the night. I truly appreciate it.”

“You are welcome anytime, Maggie, anytime.”

“And I’ll see you on the Tuesday between Christmas and New Year’s, correct? I need to give you your gift.”

“The ornament was gift enough.”

“Hush, now. I have something else for you and expect you at my house by 2pm that day.” Sliding arms in sleeves, gloves on hands, she picked up her keys, “now give me a hug.”

Doing as ordered, she held a little tighter and a little longer, whispering into his ear, “you are a good boy and a wonderful son and I love you very much.”

“I love you, too, Maggie. Drive safe and email me when you get home.”

“I will.”

&&&&&&&&&&

Scully opened her ornament in silence Christmas Eve, mirroring her mother’s head tilt and curving smile, “I have a feeling Mulder had the same one, doesn’t he? Just, I assume with his name on it and hopefully not in red?”

“Blue and you take all the fun out of gift giving sometimes.”

Not about to let her mother see her cry yet again, she instead pulled Maggie close, tears hitting out-of-sight shoulder instead, “it’s perfect. Thank you.”

Imagine...

Neji defending you when someone tried to sneak some peeks at you while changing.

Originally posted by yamazekis


“(Y/N), what’s going on, we heard you yell- … He did what?! Hey! How about you keep your eyes on the ground from now on?! Don’t you dare let me catch you doing that again!“
The Latest Supergirl Episode:
  • Mon-El Haters: Mon-El is terrible for Kara! He is toxic and abusive! He shows no growth! He's misogynistic!
  • Writers: Really? Y'all still on that? Okay, how about this:
  • Mon-El: *Makes Kara breakfast in bed*
  • Mon-El: *Stays home to do the laundry while she goes off to fight crime because he's OK with reversing stereotypical gender roles*
  • Mon-El: *Let's Kara know he's so lucky she forgave him*
  • Mon-El: *Sacrifices his whole life to protect Kara*
  • Mon-El: *Get's smacked around by his mother*
  • Mon-El: *Insists that his planet change, so that everyone can live equally and free and have a voice*
  • Mon-El: Kara you're amazing
  • Mon-El: Kara you inspire me to be better
  • Mon-El: Kara what you do is incredible
  • Mon-El: Kara every good thing I do is because I want to be more like you
  • Mon-El: KARA I KNOW I SOUND LIKE A BROKEN RECORD BUT I ADMIRE YOU
  • Writers: So.....Can we done with this? Or????????

persuesjackson  asked:

5, 11, 19, 24, 31, 33 for nessian bc these two destroy me on a daily basis as do your headcanons for them lmao

OMG NO-ONE EVER ASKS ME FOR NESSIAN STUFF THANK YOU. i love moriel and elucien i doooo but it’s exciting to shake things up, I hope you enjoy these OKAY LET’S GO. 

5. Who usually has nightmares?

Oooooh right off the mark with the angst/hurt/comfort. Hmm. I think Nesta’s are possibly more frequent? And they usually don’t wake her up, Cassian has to watch her thrashing in her sleep for a little while before he manages to rouse her. And if they do wake her up she never screams or bolts out of bed or really shows any sign of it outwardly? It’s all very very contained and kept within herself?

 But sometimes Cassian wakes up and she’s not there and he knows exactly what’s happened. He takes the blanket off of the bed and pads into the bathroom where he inevitably finds her curled up on the cold stone floor trying to calm herself down. He sits down beside her and wraps the blanket around her shoulders then he sits a little apart from her. He doesn’t touch her or speak or do anything to disturb her peace until she shuffles closer to him and puts her head on his shoulder. Then he wraps his wing around her and tucks her in close. 

Sometimes she cries. Sometimes she talks to him about it. Sometimes she asks him to talk to her. Sometimes she just sits in silence and lets him hold her and be with her and that helps. Cassian lets her dictate everything, he doesn’t try and push her into talking or touching him or any of it. He just sits and is there for her. When she’s ready she takes his hand and leads him back into the bedroom and they curl up to sleep together. Some nights she can’t face that and instead she takes his hand and leads him out onto the balcony. Then he scoops her up into his arms and they fly for a while until she falls asleep against him. 

Cassian’s nightmares are much less frequent but they’re far more violent and intense. Sometimes it’s his wings being shredded all over again. Sometimes it’s worse and it’s him being too slow, or not acting at all, and instead he’s watching Azriel die right in front of him while he does nothing. Sometimes it’s people he’s slaughtered on the battlefield - in some cases hundreds of years ago - that return to haunt him. But no matter what it is he lives every one of them. He feels every bit of them all over again as though he was there. 

Nesta hates them. She hates what they do to him, how sick they can make him, how much they hurt him and how that pain is one that she can’t easily take away. When he wakes up it usually takes him a moment to realise where he is and sometimes he tries to get away from Nesta when she tries to comfort him, still trapped in the dream. The times he does that ruin her even though she knows it’s not rational. But she helps him a lot. She’s very, very calm and very grounded, her voice is cool and soft and low and it helps to anchor him. 

She rubs his back and holds him and reminds him that he’s okay, he’s safe now, he’s here with her, those things are all in the past. They can’t hurt him anymore. She won’t let them. She says this so fiercely that it never fails to draw a little smile out of him and then he’s kissing her forehead and she’s pressing their brows together and he’s okay again. 

Some nights he needs to just get away. and get away now. That used to destroy her. When he would just lurch away from the bed with his head in his hands and launch himself into the air and away from his pain, from his past, from his memories…but also from her. She understands him more the longer they’re together and a lot of the time he takes her with him but…She knows when he needs space and she gives it to him. She makes sure she’s waiting for him when he comes home and she has a glass of water and a blanket ready for him and there’s a fire burning in the hearth so that he never has to come back to darkness. 

once he crawls back into bed with her she wraps her arms around him and cuddles him so tightly and doesn’t let him go. She watches over him all night and only once he’s been asleep peacefully for a long time does she let herself fall asleep again too. 

I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS ABOUT NIGHTMARES I’M SORRY. 

11. Who likes horror movies/ Who likes romance movies?

Hmm…I kind of want to be Difficult and say that…neither of them really like either??? Nesta doesn’t like horror movies because…they’re predictable and dull for the most part and she doesn’t have any time for them. Cass doesn’t much like them because they make him jump. And then he has to spend a month insisting that it did not make me jump, Nes, you’re imagining things. Nesta just -_- over romance movies and Cass is too busy teasing her for her repeated huffing and eye rolling to actually watch the thing. 

Nesta is a total Nerd I think she likes sci-fi things and fantasy things but her favourites are documentaries. She’ll just curl up in one of Cassian’s oversized sweaters and sit and stare at them for hours and hours and hours. Cassian likes them too and they sit and snuggle and watch them together. Right i have no idea why like there is no justification to this but I can see Cass having a guilty pleasure thing for like old westerns as well as old black and white movies? He doesn’t let this known to many people and he doesn’t indulge in them very often but..he is fond. 

19. Who loves to call the other one cute names?

Ahem, “Nesta ‘Sweetheart’ Archeron” - Courtesy of Captain Pet Name himself. Cassian. The answer is Cassian. (I feel like if Nesta is calling you a ‘cute’ name…you have fucked up. Like big time. And you’re probably in public with her. and she needs a way to alert you to the fact that you have fucked up big time and that your death is fast approaching but in a way that is socially acceptable? And so she just like, ‘that’s nice, dear’ and Cassian just WELL I have somewhere very important to be. the other side of the country. actually no, no another country entirely, I have to put an ocean between myself and what’s coming to me) 

24. Who is the talker/ Who is the listener?

Oooooh interesting. I actually think this is pretty mutual when it comes to important stuff? If one of them has something they need to tell the other then they take on the appropriate role? Cassian is actually a really good listener like he’s a great person to tell your problems to he will just absorb them all and listen so intently and you know that he cares so much about whatever it is? Like he never makes a problem feel small or stupid or insignificant? If it’s important to Nesta then it’s important to him. Nesta is a very good listener too, she’s more intense than Cassian and sometimes people wonder how much she’s taking in because she doesn’t react that much? But the wheels are turning in her head and she’s already coming up with a half a dozen plans and suggestions and ideas for what to do. She just doesn’t emote as much as Cassian does when he listens? 

When it comes to just casual every day stuff though Cassian is definitely a prattler and Nesta is quieter? If they’re just doing stuff around the house Cassian will chatter away while Nesta nods absently. It always looks like she’s not actually listening to him and is absorbed in her work but…She’s taking in every word her mate says to her. 

31. Who is more affectionate?

Cassian is much more kind of ‘typically’ affectionate? In that he’s much more sort of emotionally/verbally/outwardly affectionate in that squishy loving kind of way? He gives her lots and lots of kisses and makes her beautiful breakfasts in bed and lavishes love and praise on her at all hours of the day and night and he will do anything in his power just to tease a little smile out of her (he lives for her smiles and her laughter is like the fountain of youth to him (I KNOW HE’S ALREADY IMMORTAL, SHUT IT AND ACCEPT MY CHEESY METAPHOR)) 

Nesta…It’s kind of like the talking/listening thing again? Nesta’s is..much quieter, much more reserved, much more subtle and much harder to see? It’s the way she always knows exactly what time he’s going to be home and makes sure there’s a cup of tea sitting waiting for him on the table beside his favourite armchair (even if she’s upstairs pretending that it’s not a big deal) And in the way she’ll lift his book off of him and carefully mark his page when he falls asleep reading because she knows it takes him forever to find his place again. Or the way she can see through his big smiles and false laughter if someone says something that’s upset him and how she’ll look after him afterwards - a soft touch, her hand slipping into his, a gentle squeeze, she’s there, she loves him, she understands. It’s little kisses in public that she uses to surprise him when she knows he needs them or how she’ll go out of her way to find information on this one incredibly obscure topic that’s important to him and then brush it off like it was easy. 

So I think they’re both..equally affectionate it just manifests itself in extremely different ways. But these two were made to love and be loved with every single piece of themselves. And they give and expect nothing less in their partner.

34. Who would wear “if lost return to…” t-shirt/ Who would wear “I am…” t-shirt?  

See you’d think because Nesta’s technically more serious and practical and put together that Cassian would be returned to her? But nope. Nesta gets the ‘if lost’ t-shirt and Cassian gets the ‘I am’ t-shirt because he is both the commander and the mother hen in this relationship (and Nesta has a tendency to wander - like she just vaguely starts ambling because oh look, a rare book stall…oh! they have interesting paints over there I should get some for Feyre, oh flower arrangements- wait where is Cassian? so she gets lost more and is therefore in need of returning) 

ask me for ship headcanons and I’ll answer!

  • Damon: Okay, I admit it. Maybe I wasn't as nice as I should have been. But, Stefan, do you really want to kill me?
  • Ripper Stefan: Just think of it as you're being let go. That your life's moving in a different direction, that your body's part of a permanent outplacement.
  • Klaus: Hey, that's kinda like what he said to you a while ago!
  • Ripper Stefan: I know. It's called a "cruel irony", like my dependence on you.
Intermediate II Lesson 2: -다 보니 -게됐다, learning something new after continuous action

The grammar point -다 보니 is a shortened version of -다 보니까, which is used when the speaker is talking about something they have done or experienced directly. Using it one can express the results of doing something repeatedly/continuously from some point in the past up through the present.

There are two ways this grammar point can be used for our purposes here.

-[verb stem]+다 보니 -[verb]+게 됐다
or
-[verb stem]+다 보니 -[adjective]+아/어졌다

Let’s look at a few examples.

A: 매운 음식을 좋아하시나 봐요.
B: 처음 한국에 왔을 때는 전혀 못 먹었어요. 한국에서 살면서 자꾸 먹다 보니 이제는 잘 먹게 됐어요.
A: It seems as if you like spicy food.
B: When I first came to Korea I didn’t eat [any spicy food] at all. While I’ve lived in Korea I’ve eaten [spicy food] over and over, now I can eat it very well.

So in this example Person B at some point in the past began repeatedly eating spicy food and as a result in the present day, they can eat spicy food/tolerate spicy food very well.

A: 와! 수영 선수 같아요!
B: 별말씀을요. 꾸준히 연습하다 보니 이제는 좀 수영하게 됐어요.
A: Wow! You’re just like a professional swimmer!
B: Not at all. I’ve practiced continuously, so now I am able to swim like this.

Same with this example here. Person B practiced tirelessly to get from where they started to where they are now, to the point where Person A’s observation is that Person B is akin to a professional.

Now let’s look at a couple examples using adjectives.

A: 요즘 안과 다닌다면서요?
B: 네. 스마트폰을 많이 사용하다 보니 눈이 나빠졌어요.
A: Is it true you’ve been going to the eye doctor lately?
B: Yes. Since I’ve been using my smartphone [continuously] my eyes have gotten bad.

In this example the result of person B’s action (continuous cellphone usage) is that their eyesight has become poor, leading them to need to go to the eye doctor.

A: 지난번 만났을 때보다 얼굴이 좋아졌어요.
B: 매일 공원에서 운동하다 보니 건강해졌어요.
A: Compared to last time we met, you look good.
B: Since I’ve been working out at the park everyday my health has gotten better.

Here Person A observes that Person B is looking much better than the last time they met, and this is because Person B has been going to the park everyday to exercise. In this way, their health has gotten better.

One important thing to keep in mind when using -다 보니 is that it is used to indicate repeated and continuing behaviors. You cannot use it/it would not make sense to use it with such verbs that don’t “progress” or are one off actions such as 결혼하다 (to get married), 졸업하다 (to graduate), 가입하다 (to join), etc.

And also a quick note on -다 보니(까) vs -아/어 보니(까):

-다 보니(까) is used with the result of doing something repeatedly/continuously.

-아/어 보니(까) is used with the result of doing something specific only once.

레오 씨가 처음에는 마음에 들지 않았는데 자꾸 만나다 보니(까) 좋아하게 됐어요.
In this sentence, the speaker only begins to like Leo after repeatedly meeting him over and over for a length of time.

레오 씨를 만나 보니(까) 생각보다 친절한 사람이었어요.
In this sentence, the speaker decides that Leo is a kind person after only meeting him one time.

That’s all for this lesson! :) If there are any questions please send me an ask!

“I love the Bureau. I love the Director. She’s given me an—an enormous opportunity here, she gave me a—she gave me a home!”

Like, ya’ll can’t tell me there was never a time where the Director just sat with Angus and just let him gush about his Caleb Cleveland novels while intently listening to him and maybe even reading a few of them herself in her spare time just to have a conversation with the really good boy that just needs a good friend!! You cannot tell me otherwise!!!

Also thank you to @theenglishmanwithallthebananas for finding that quote!! :0 Ur awesome~

anonymous asked:

i get the impression that most of these white people using the "it's stereotypical to have an asian guy be a martial artist" argument really just don't want to see Asians be good at their own culture while having an actual personality beyond it. that's exactly why so many asian americans wanted Danny to be AA, but here we are.

Totally. None of them give a damn about negative stereotypes when it comes to Madame Gao and all her yellow peril followers. But then people are like Well what if this hero were Asian-American and suddenly they’re so concerned like WHOA NO NO YOU WOULDN’T WANT US TO STEREOTYPE YOU RIGHT??? LET US DO YOU THIS FAVOR AND NOT ALLOW YOU TO BE HEROES OR RECLAIM YOUR CULTURE IN A APPROPRATIVE STORY THANK GOD WE’RE HERE LOOKING OUT FOR YOU

- mod g

babesuke  asked:

A break from the foot fetish (ew) i know Shiro was a really good student and was like loved by all his teachers and he must have been such a responsable kid. But. All i can imagine is legendary frat boy too like. I can see him doing a keg stand, play beer pong and have those weird dude competitions to see how many push ups you can do while someone sits on your back. Like let him have fun pls. He's still mr cool pilot but i wanna see him in the college phase chugging vodka and jumping into a pool

oh my god. Oh my god yes. it’s like you went and pulled out the on thing I absolutely needed to talk about. Give me frat boy Shiro. I need Shiro playing beer pong and crushing empties in his hand and wearing cargo shorts and a backwards cap and saying things like “‘cha bro” OH MY GOD THIS IS SO DUMB AND SO FUNNY AND GOOD AT THE SAME TIME WTF