Whenever I visit a stranger’s house, I like to play a game where I try to find out everything I can about that person without asking. Most people call this “snooping”. My dad calls it “I should not have read you so many teen detective books when you were a kid”.
My friends are house sitting for a rich couple for a few days and are throwing a party at their log cabin. I’m Garden Girl’s designated driver, so I’ve been amusing myself by exploring. No one minds, so long as I’m not too overt about it. They have young children - at least three, judging by the shoe sizes. Two boys, at least one girl - the eldest is about 9, the youngest about 3. Another child - a son - was stillborn (4 years ago?) and they are still grieving over him. One of the parents, probably the mother, has hypothyroidism and believes in aromatherapy and homeopathy. The father golfs occasionally, both kayak, one bikes. They primarily read books on child rearing and bestseller novels. They are not overtly religious but are likely culturally Christian and dabble in some New Age spirituality. The mother plays piano, and the parents encourage visual art in their children but have no talent of their own. They’re white. The mother has long red hair. They entertain a lot of guests and keep chickens. The boys play violin.
That MTV interview with the photographer was a well written piece of propaganda for “Bare with me”, basically saying that love is love, and it is beautiful in all forms. The stuff about Lauren and Lucy was all propaganda to prop up the narrative.
The photographer and the wardrobe lady were only saying what they were advised to say. LIES! (though the wardrobe lady decided to fuck the narrative a bit with the “sisterly and maternal connection”) Management did the same thing with DWTS. Val was advised to lie about when and where he had his first meet up with Normani for DWTS. They had been rehearsing for days before that Houston Rodeo, yet they wanted to push the narrative to the general public that the girls were in on the surprise, and helped introduce Mani to her dance partner. Why? To show how much they support her decision to do her own thing.
My point is, they (management) have no problem getting outside forces, other than the girls, to help sell their narrative. The ladies who did that photo-shoot with Lauren and Lucy are no different. Why have the photographer say what she said? They needed someone, other than Lauren or Lucy, to confirm that Laucy was real, to prove that Camren wasn’t. That one interview killed three birds with one stone. It confirmed Laucy, destroyed Camren, then destroyed Laucy, all at the same damn time. Brilliant actually.
Hi, Emma! I got a bunch of composition notebooks as gifts and they're very pretty, but I don't really know how to best use them. I prefer spirals or loose leafs for notes, and they're not perforated. Any ideas on how to use these composition books? Thanks ><)
Hi! I know what you mean about being particular about notebooks - the number of ones I went through trying to figure out which style I liked best is crazy! Here are a few ways you could use them:
bullet journal: note down all your daily to-do and focus on getting them done!
diary: log your day, write what you did, just a record of your day-to-day happenings
gratitude journal: write down things you’re grateful for each day and why
365 journal: write down a sentence a day. Could be a quote you like, an event that happened, a funny moment or something!
dream log: write down your dreams and maybe research their meaning!
review journal: if you see and movie or read a book write down your thoughts!
photo a day journal: make a daily scrapbook/photo album
expense tracker: note each thing you spend your money (you could track everything or just the things you treat yourself on)
goals journal: set yourself a goal and try to map out how you will achieve over a certain amount of time! Record how well you’re doing!
recipe book: write down ingredients and an easy step-by-step guide so you can always make something to eat
dashboard notebook: a little book that is kind of a hub of your life such as important emergency contacts, accounts names/passwords/emails, etc
tv show tracker: note down each season and cross of episodes as you go. You could also write down important parts of each episode so you can be reminded of what you’ve seen.
inspiration/mood-book: print off photos, quotes, random bits and bobs that you find inspiration
gift log: write down the birthdays, anniversaries, holidays of your friends and note down any ideas you might think they’d like as a gift. If they ever say “I love that!” then make a note of what it is and where to get it so you can get later!
wishlist journal: take note of things you’d like to buy over the year!
happiness journal: make a scrapbook of things that make you happy - could be photos, quotes, events, people, etc
monthly overview, goals and reflection: each month write down things that happened and how you felt
project/assessment book: plan out all your school or university assignments such as due dates, word count, to-dos, questions, citations, etc
‘fuck that’ book: when you’re angry or annoyed by something, write it down, rant about until your hearts content!
your own wreck this journal - you can Google to see what I mean but make your own version. Either you come up with ideas or maybe get a friend to write down cool things to do.
magazine clipping journal - if you see anything you like, cut it and stick it in. For me, I’d maybe do street style or runway fashion!
swatch book: whenever you get some new pens, make a swatch board of them!
friendship journal: you and your friend(s) could make a book where you write down things you like about each other, places you go to together, photos you take, etc. Maybe pass it around each week and you can all review what you’re doing!
travel log: even if you aren’t travelling far or overseas write down where you go and what it was like. Write down places you’d like to visit or things you’d like to see!
doodle book: just a book full of random drawings, sketches, etc
writing prompts: find some writing prompts that you’d like to continue and get writing!
receipts book: stick in all the things you spend your money on either to track or just out of curiosity!
flower press log: a cool way to save any pretty plants you find!
scrapbook: put in some of your favourite things in there! You could maybe do them for your friends for cute, personalised gifts!
handwriting practice: take time to practice your lettering, caligraphy or just normal handwriting!
habit tracker: do a ‘don’t break the chain’ kind of thing to either create or break your habits!
Can I have some headcanons for Zen, Jumin, and Saeyoung where them and MC never actually got romantically involved in their routes and just became good friends. But then they had a certain moment where they start realizing they kinda have a crush? Or maybe realize they're super in love with her? I dunno if make sense. Love your blog😍
Cute! Hope you like them:) Spoilers for all the routes a little.
(Let’s say you never ended up dating, and you visited him as a friend and supported him)
You guys became really good friends after the whole ordeal with Echo Girl
He really appreciated your support through it all
You guys go out for coffee a lot since your breaks always align
He always sends you his selfies first to ask which is the best
You always mess with him and add strange filters
One day, you don’t respond to any of his texts
He even tried to call a few times
He first thought you were mad at him, but you didn’t log into the chatroom all day either
He was getting really worried, and couldn’t stop thinking of different scary scenarios
At one point, he realized he really didn’t want to lose you
When he got a call saying you had been hospitalized after a car accident, he dropped everything to go see you
You were thankfully okay
He brought you flowers every day until you were released
Nothing changed in your friendship, but he was so much more aware of his feelings
(Let’s pretend the whole three day apartment thing never happened)
You’re the only one who didn’t make fun of him when he was going through a tough time with the whole “arranged marriage” thing
After the whole ordeal and the party is over, you have lunch with him frequently
He finds he can talk to you about anything
He finds it easier to open up to you as time goes on
After weeks of getting to know each other, you got really comfortable around him
You didn’t realize it, but you became a bit more affectionate about it
You gave him hugs when you greeted him, tugged on his sleeve to get his attention, sitting close to him so your shoulders were touching
After so long, he started feeling strange around you–not in a bad way
He didn’t exactly know what was going on with him
He’s watching you play with Elizabeth the 3rd one day
Not only does he notice how comfortable she is with you
But also that his heart is racing now
He is cautious in his advances towards you, but slowly becomes bolder in your friendship
(Let’s say you never tried to make any advances romantically in the apartment. You help him find Saeran as a friend…and stay friends after)
He lives closest to the apartment, so you see him around town frequently
You always make sure he’s not overworking himself
And he always makes sure you’re not lonely by stopping by every once in awhile
There always seemed to be an unspoken connection between you, but now it was developing with time
It’s on one of the days where Saeyoung is crashing at the apartment that he watches you making something in the kitchen
He starts noticing all your little habits and quirks
He’s smiling involuntarily
His heart is beating weirdly now
Low-key panics because he doesn’t know how to compute these feelings
He doesn’t act on them
But, he does act a lot more awkward around you sometimes
In his bolder moments, he texts you cheesy pick up lines
A/N: This is a repost of an old story that I deleted from my other blog. But it’s wintery so therefore kinda Christmasy? I do intend to write a Christmas one shot at some point.
Oh and it’s smutty…
“Y/N, we should go. The snow’s starting to get heavier.”
“But I’m having so much fun!” You whirled to a stop on your ice skates, in front of your best friend and colleague Spencer Reid.
You’d been driving home from lecturing at a college a few hours away when you’d spotted a deserted frozen lake that just called out to you. It looked beautiful, it had snowed over the last few days and it looked like a winter wonderland Christmas card. In your youth you’d been a budding figure skater until a shattered ankle had put paid to your dreams of pursuing it professionally. You still kept a pair of skates in the trunk of your car in the winter and you’d driven off the main road and found the entrance to the lake, begging Spencer to allow you to skate for a while.
He’d agreed and had found a log to rest on for a while, shoving his hands into his pockets as he watched you with a smile on his face.
You must have been out there for an hour before he called you back, snow starting to fall again quickly and the sun setting in the sky.
“I know you’re having fun, and I’m enjoying watching you. But I’m cold, and it’s getting dark. And we’re still at least two hours away from home. Plus… The snow is coming down pretty quick now.”
It was. You couldn’t skate very fast without feeling the force of the snowflakes against your face. He was right. And he’d been a really good sport about sitting in the cold. You carefully walked over to where he was waiting with your boots and plopped down next to him on the log, swapping your skates for more suitable footwear.
“One day, I will have you out on skates Spencer.”
“Sure you will. Probably on the same day you manage to beat me at chess.” He smiled at his joke and you nudged him playfully.
You trudged through the snow back to the car, your heads down against the falling snow. Now that you’d stopped moving on the ice, you were quickly cooling down.
Spencer dug in his pocket for your keys and pressed the button to release the central locking. Instead of the lights flashing and a bleeping you got nothing.
He pressed the button again.
Approaching the drivers side door, you took the keys off him and unlocked the door manually, leaning over and opening his door. You both shut yourselves in away from the cold as you inserted the key into the ignition, turning it to start the engine.
Nothing happened. You and Spencer looked at each other as you tried again, pumping your foot on the gas pedal and jiggling the wheel in case you’d accidentally engaged the steering lock. Still nothing.
“Fuck.” You muttered trying again.
“Y/N. It’s no use. I’m pretty certain the batteries dead.” He pointed to the cigarette lighter which had his phone charger plugged in, his phone still attached. “I’m sorry. I thought I’d disconnected it.”
“Pop the hood.” Spencer told you and you shot him a look.
“Do you know anything about cars Spencer?”
“I know a lot about a lot of things… Just do it. You might be surprised.”
Sighing, you did as he instructed, grimacing as he opened the door again and moved around to the bonnet. He stood there for a few minutes, bent over and you opened your door calling out to him.
He dropped the bonnet securing it again, and got back in. “Yeah…. No.”
“So that was a pointless exercise and only ended up letting more cold air in.” You spat out.
“Hey, don’t get mad at me. We all make mistakes and I apologised. You’re the one that wanted to stop remember?”
You guessed he was right. It was both of your faults.
He pulled out his cell and dialed a number from memory, mouthing ‘Triple A’ at you.
You only heard one side of the conversation but it wasn’t sounding good. When he ended the call he shook his head.
“There’s been a huge pile up twenty miles down the road. Caused by the snow. What we’re getting here is just start of it. Apparently there’s a huge storm setting in. There’s no responding vehicle available for at least four hours.”
“You are shitting me.”
“What about Derek? Could he come out?”
As soon as he started talking again, you realised what a stupid question that had been. “We’re still two hours away from home anyway. If there’s been a pile up he’s not gonna be able to get through either unless he goes the long way around. And if the snow is that bad….”
“I get it, I get it. We’re stuck.”
“Yep. They said to leave my cell on and they’ll call as soon as a vehicle is on its way.”
Right. You both switched your phones into ultra power saving, turning off all apps after quickly sending the team a message informing you of the situation in case you were needed. You and Spencer weren’t going anywhere for a while.
Climbing between the seats into the back, you leant over into the trunk and pulled out the emergency sleeping bag you kept in there. It was a bit musty, but nothing too bad. You always kept some emergency things in the trunk after you’d had to spend a full night at the side of a road when you were nineteen. Hopefully this wouldn’t be that long. You unzipped it and spread it out over you and Spencer looked back at it longingly.
“Fine… We can share. Come back here then.”
He struggled to fit between the gap in this seats, cracking his head on the roof of the car and causing you to giggle.
“Not funny, Y/N. Now share the warmth. Do you have anything else back there that could help us out?”
He wriggled next to you and you fit the sleeping bag around you both.
“I’ve got a couple of bottles of water and some protein bars. And some chips.”
“Well at least we won’t starve.”
Ninety minutes passed and you were starting to feel extremely cold. You and Spencer had sipped a bottle of water between you and shared a protein bar. Both of you had eaten a fairly large meal before you’d left for the journey home so you weren’t too worried about going hungry, you were just cold.
You and Spencer had talked for a bit but now you had your head resting on his shoulder, your arms linked together for warmth. You’d both zipped your coats up as high as they’d go and burrowed your head down into your scarves.
You fidgeted, your hands were freezing. You’d left your gloves at home and typically Spencer had misplaced his too.
“You okay?” Reid asked, his breath showing in the air.
“My hands… ”
“Here.” He took them into his and rubbed them, the friction helping a little.
“Spencer, I’m starting to worry. I’m really, really cold.” You told him and he looked down and away for a second.
“I’m not worried as such… But I’m freezing too. Erm… There is one thing… Actually. No. Forget it.”
“Tell me.. If it’ll keep me warm, I’d literally do anything right now.”
He looked unsure and you nudged him. “Spencer. Seriously. I need to get warm.”
“Okay.” He looked around the car and then back at you. “This will probably work better if you sit on my lap. It’s either that, or we collapse the seats.”
“Theres too much crap in the trunk to do that.” You started to shift your weight, getting ready to climb onto him, not even questioning him until he started to unzip his coat, removing it along with his sweater and scarf. As he started to unbutton his shirt you realised why he’d hesitated before telling you.
But it worked better when it was skin on skin.
Lowering the sleeping bag, you followed suit; removing your coat and outer layers, stopping when you got to your bra. That was staying on.
“Trousers too?” You asked and he nodded, already slipping his off. Again you copied him and when you were both down to your underwear you climbed onto his lap, feeling slightly self conscious.
He shrugged his thick coat back over his shoulders, not putting his arms through the sleeves and you pulled the sleeping bag back around you.
“So…. I guess we snuggle right?”
He nodded, giving you an apologetic look.
You leant in, pressing your chest against his and resting your head back on his shoulder. Spencers hands went around your back, rubbing up and down your bare skin as you cocooned you both in the thick material.
As uncomfortable as you felt sitting on your colleagues lap, this was tons warmer. You wriggled, shuffling your knees closer to the back of the seat and pressing as close as you could.
“Don’t wriggle. Please.” Spencer sounded choked and his hands gripped your waist.
“Sorry. Just trying to get warmer.”
“I know. But….just don’t.”
“Shit, am I hurting you?” You asked.
“It’s.. not that.”
He coughed, clearing his throat. “I don’t want to make this awkward because I’m finally starting to feel warm but…. Well. You’re a very attractive female. And you’re on my lap wearing very little.”
“You think I’m attractive?”
“I’m not blind, Y/N.”
You wriggled again, his fingers digging into your hips this time.
“Stop it.” He hissed at you.
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Y/N. I’m not in the mood to be made a fool out of.”
“What? Spencer, I’m not trying to make a fool out of you. I just find it amusing that you’ve just admitted to finding me attractive and I sure as hell think you’re hot. And like you say, I AM sat in your lap, semi naked.”
You pulled away from his shoulder so you could look at him, grinning at the confused and shocked look on his face.
“You heard. Don’t act so shocked either.”
When you shifted this time, he didn’t grasp you so hard, his hands still on your hips but no longer in a vice like grip.
“You think…. Me? Really?”
“I’m not blind, Spencer.” You echoed his own words.
Thinking quickly you asked him. “Triple A said four hours right?”
“And that they’d call when they were on their way?”
“I can think of another way to get warm… A lot warmer than this. And a hell of a lot funner than this too. If you’re game?”
He gulped before licking his lips.
“I’m game.” He whispered.
Lowering your head to his neck, you started to place gentle kisses up and down, nibbling softly on his ear lobe and rolling your hips lightly. He stopped trying to still your movements and instead started trailing up and down your sides, tickling your skin.
Slowly dragging your lips across his jawbone, his light stubble chafing your lips, you stopped just shy of his mouth.
“Sure you’re game?” You asked once more.
He nodded in response, his lips parting as you placed yours against his.
Your kisses started slow and then quickly built into passionate urgings, your mouths moving against other in a way that you’d never thought you’d be doing with Reid. Sure, you thought Spencer was attractive, and you got on extremely well with him. You’d even go as far to say that you harboured a small crush for him.
You just never thought you’d act on it.
You rolled your hips again hearing him groan, a deliciously low sound that you wanted to hear again and again. Sliding back and forth gently you ground your pelvis against his lap, feeling him hard beneath you, another groan escaping his throat as you kissed.
You repositioned yourself slightly so that you were on the receiving end of the friction you were creating as you rocked your hips to and fro. A gasp caught on your lips and you felt him grin against you mouth.
Feeling bolder, he slid his hands around to your front, palming your breasts through your bra.
It was good job you were in a relatively secluded area, the windows of the car were now completed misted over.
Spencer tugged on your bra straps, sliding them down your arms and reaching behind your back for the clasp. You allowed him to remove it, making sure the sleeping bag was positioned so that if anyone did suddenly appear, you wouldn’t get shopped for publicly indecency.
Reid broke the kiss and pulled back to look at you, his eyes raking over your chest. He breathed in deeply, his eyes darkening.
“Like what you see?” You asked cockily, trying to break some of the tension.
“What’s not to like?” Spencer leant forward and pressed his warm lips to your breastbone, his hands moving over your thighs, sliding higher as you continued to grind gently against him.
“Stop moving for a second.. ” His whispered, his breath tickling your skin as he kissed his way across your chest to your nipple, lightly circling it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, flicking your hard bud.
“Oh fuck” You whimpered. You could no longer feel the cold, only the warmth coursing through your body. Spencer sucked harder, his tongue teasing you and sending shivers down your spine straight to your groin. His fingers moved higher up your thighs, stroking against the fabric of your underwear which you were sure had to be wet now.
His thumb grazed over your clit, making you shudder lightly. Realising he was in the right place, he started to rub over the fabric, glancing up at you as he did, biting down softly on your breast.
You started to pant lowly, biting on your bottom lip as Spencer massaged your clit through your panties.
“Oh god….oh sweet fuck… ” You gasped, starting to grind on him again. He moaned loudly biting down harder and you cried out.
“Shit. Too hard?” He pulled away.
“No… But… ” You lifted yourself off him slightly and reached for his boxers. He got the message and raised his hips and slid them down.
Resting back down, you reached between your bodies and pulled your panties to one side, using your hands to position him against your lips.
“Do we….. ?” He asked.
“Pill.” You breathed out, allowing him to slide in slowly, wincing slightly at the new sensation.
“Fuck.” Spencer groaned out.
“Yep.” You agreed and started rocking against him, his hand slipping back between you to resume it’s ministrations on your clit.
Resting your forehead to his, you moved. Rolling your hips against his and clenching around him as jolts of pleasure shot through you. He bucked underneath you, pushing himself deeper inside as you both soon fell into a perfect rhythm with each other.
Spencers fingers kept up their motions on your clit and you slowly felt your orgasm start to build, your legs trembling when it started to overtake you. You started to grind harder and faster on him, his own moans coming faster now. You came a few minutes later, crying out his name as you did. You shuddered on top of him, your thighs clenching as you continued to move up and down, Spencers hands now moving to your hips to help with your pace.
“Oh fuck… I’m gonna… ”
He didn’t need to finish, you felt him releasing himself inside of you in short bursts. You slowed your movements, bringing them to a halt.
“Well…” You breathed out. “I don’t know about you, but I’m a hell of a lot warmer.”
“Same… Almost too warm, not that I’m going to complain.”
Just then, his phone started to sing and you scrambled for it, feeling a warm sticky fluid running down your thighs as he slipped out.
“Sorry….” He said hurriedly, grabbing for his cell and answering it.
It was Triple A. They had a vehicle ready and he was on his way. He’d be about fifteen minutes, they told Spencer.
You hurriedly pulled your clothes back on and wiped down the interior windows so you watch for their arrival.
“Y/N?” Spencer asked, nerves in his voice.
“Was that…. Was that like a one time thing?”
You glanced back to see him looking away quickly.
“It’s an as many time as you want it to be thing, Spencer. ”
“But Reid? Next time… You really don’t need to break my car. Just ask!”
“I didn’t… I… I… Y/N, I swear…”
You laughed at him, seeing headlights approaching in the distance.
Summary: You use a spell to make a wish come true with unexpected results.
Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel, OFC Sal
Word Count: 5772
Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, language, fluff, wee bit of angst, mention of past abuse
A/N: This one is close to my heart. I hope you like it and I’d love to hear your feedback. MAJOR shout out to the wonderful, lovely and helpful @wheresthekillswitch for being my beta on this. There’s no way I would have achieved what I wanted without your help. And thank you to the fantastic @arryn-nyxx for the beautiful aesthetic! Thank you!
You didn’t mean for it to happen, not really. You’d hoped sure, but that didn’t mean you were actually expecting it to work. You’d been out with your friends celebrating the long weekend but the pit of loneliness grew to a crater the moment you were home. Since you’d had a few too many beers you started researching wishes. That led you to spells and then before you knew it you were rummaging through your house for a candle and printing out a picture. You wrote your name, birthday and wish on the picture then you folded it three times. You lit a candle and held the paper over it till it caught fire and burned out. You were tired of being alone, but you were also terrified to make a connection. After the flame went out you curled up into bed and you dreamt of him, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary; you dreamt of him often.
The next morning you wake up and as you stretch your arms out you bump into something. You shoot up and look over and there he is sitting on your bed his green eyes looking back at you. Dean Winchester. He’s leaning back on his hands with his long legs out in front of him. He’s wearing a flannel shirt and jeans and he even has his boots on. You sit staring at him unable to think or to speak. He purses his full lips then smirks at you.
Feels Like Coming Home
, by @phd-mama : The last thing Harry Styles expects when he’s hanging out at
the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex,
Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that’s exactly what
happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry
hasn’t heard one word from Louis, and he’s moved on. Gotten over him.
But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the
restaurant where he’s a chef, isn’t easy, and the feelings that Harry
thought he’d left turn out to be not so easily forgotten. This is a story about love and the power of forgiveness, and how the hard choices we make define us, and change our lives.
Larry ex to lovers AU (60k) : OOMMMGGGGGG this is the best angst fic I read for a long time !! Very well written, absolutely painful and beautiful, maybe some TW (read the tags) , but really really read this now. (kind of share that for the smut, awesome btw)
When We Were Younger
, by @waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee :
About a week after Harry started visiting this particular chat room, he
was watching some kid argue with the whole room about football,
personally disinterested as he tipped a bag of crisps into his mouth. He
happily chomped on the crumbs, taking a swig from a glass of Ribena to
wash them down, glancing at the screen and very nearly spat the squash
back out again. His heart was pounding wildly. The display icon of
the argumentative newcomer had caught his eye, and not in a good way. He
gulped as he clicked the picture, and when it popped up in full
resolution, his heart nearly fell right out of his arse. - Sixteen
year old Harry Styles’ world turns upside down when he logs on to gay
teen chat to discover somebody has stolen his photos and used them as
Larry Catfish AU (76k) : starting with teenage Harry and going on for a few years of a online/phone relationship. Very well done ! angsty and (obviously) full of phone sex :D (kind of share that)
- Save your loving arms for a rainy day , by @briannamarguerite : “What’s got your panties in a twist, then, pop star?” the man finally asked, his gaze returning to Louis’ face. Something
pressed against Louis’ chest and for a moment Louis let himself wonder
what it would be like to let all his secret spill out. To fall into the
space between them and be devoured by this stranger. Terror mingled with
bliss, tangling into a sharp throb he had to swallow hard against. “Absolutely nothing,” Louis said instead. “Happy days, yeah?”The man clicked his tongue once, a disappointed, wet tetch that Louis felt. Actually felt. “My mistake.”Louis
turned desperate eyes on him, blinking too fast. He could see his own
lashes flutter. “I’m living the dream, mate” he said and even he could
hear the way his voice cracked along the edges. “What would I have to be
upset about?”–Or the one where Louis is a pop star who has lost his voice and Harry helps him find it.
Larry famous-not famous AU (19k) : singer Louis and record-shop Harry, a bit angsty, some good smut (bottom Louis) and songwriting, very well written !
Your Love Was Handmade
, by @inked-withlove : There must be a rule book describing in detail how you proceed
from being best friends to lovers. That’s what Louis thinks. But maybe,
there isn’t a need, Harry decides. Maybe you just follow your instinct
and…run your finger down your best friend’s bare back. That should
seal the deal for sure.Or, Harry and Louis are best friends who are also mutually pining,
and when a work trip looms in to separate the two of them for three
weeks, they finally get their shit together.
Larry BFF to lovers AU (5k) : BFFs who share a apartment and are pining on each other are my kind of shit. Just a bit of smut.
, by @cherrystreet: What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be
the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the
truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the
consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it,
just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the
sake of the wedding.Harry and Louis choose the latter.
ex to lovers and fake relationship with a twist AU (80k) : angsty (but
not THAT much), smutty (hello angry sex)(botyom Louis) and awesome :)
You’re My Favorite Bird
, by @supernope
: Harry sets his hands on the counter and leans over them, looks
Louis in the eye and says, “Louis, would you like to go bird watching
with me?”Louis just blinks at him for a moment, like he’s not
sure how to respond, then says, voice slow and unsure, “Is that a
euphemism?” Also known as: Harry is an ornithologist
and Louis owns the camera repair shop where Harry gets his photos
printed. Niall works for Louis, Liam works with Harry, and Zayn paints.
There’s a cat, some camping, some bird watching, and obscene amounts of
Larry AU (33k) : Ornithologist-Photographer Harry, a lot of pining, some great smut (bottom Harry) , and kudos for the tattoos.
Down For The Count And I’m Drowning And I’m Helpless
: “Staring costs extra, mate,” he says, perfectly cheeky. Harry
didn’t know he found cheek sexy, but it’s definitely a turn on. He’s
working up a response, turn on the Harry Styles trademark charm, when he
hears a small whirring sound. Somehow, in his approach, Harry’d missed
the ears perched on the barista’s head. Now that he’s aware of them,
though, the dark brown fuzzy ears tipped in black twitch in his
direction with another quiet whir. They remind him of the maid cafe he
went to once in Japan, but while they hadn’t been attractive to him
there, on this barista, they’re as sexy as the cheek.Yeah, Harry
could definitely use a booty call. Maybe if he’s lucky, the barista’s
getting off soon and would be interested in getting off with him…? He
can dream, at least.— Harry Styles is an international pop
star who suffers from insomnia, and Louis is the sassy little barista in
fox ears and tail that won’t get out of Harry’s head. And the sexting
is pretty damn great, too.
Larry Coffe Shop AU and Famous/not famous (5k): popstar Harry and sassy barista Louis, no smut.
Love Is a Kitten from Hell by Anonymous
: Louis Tomlinson passes himself off as an arrogant prick at his
new school to hide the fact that he’s terrified of being bullied again.
Just when he’s getting tired of putting up walls, he finds himself in a
local pet shop where he finds a sanctuary playing with the kittens in
the front window.Harry Styles is the popular football player who
works at the pet shop, secretly watching the boy he thought was utterly
unlikable prove him wrong. Partnered together for a class project,
Harry gets more and more hints that Louis is actually someone worth
getting to know. But the real question is, will Louis let Harry in?
Larry High school AU (8k) : cute and fluffy, with no smut.
Summary: Having your soul tied to the person you love for the rest of eternity isn’t a beautiful and magical as most make it out to be. (Based around the Prologue, I Need U, Run MV’s)
Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, and physical abuse.
Being born in a world where soulmates are real, sounds like a magical fairy tale. However, this is the world I live in and it has been terrifying. I never really believe it, soulmates that is, or at least I didn’t when I was little. Who could blame me? This was my first cycle and I didn’t feel this otherworldly pull to someone I was meant to be with, on top of that my parent weren’t soulmates either. When I asked them about it, they said that it was normal for people who lost their soulmate at a young age to find another person who also lost their soulmate. I didn’t understand then, and I still don’t completely understand their logic but they’ve been around for more cycles than I have. It has been recorded that people normally feel the connection to their soulmate around the age of 10. I was unfortunate enough to have my connection on my 7th birthday.
It was on a sunny day in the summer, I invited all my friends over for a sleepover. Everything was fine, to begin with. We ate cake, played games, and watched some movie. Then it happened, night rolled around and we were settling down for the night. I was walking to back to my room when I collapsed, hitting the wooden floor with a painful thud. My entire body was on fire, slowly the searing pain localized to my cheek as if I had been slapped. I cried out in pain, a metallic taste flooded my mouth but I knew I wasn’t bleeding. I couldn’t understand what was happening; I something kept striking me across my face and body but nothing was touching me. My parents rushed up the stairs to where I was in the hallway. My mom noticed the girls poking their heads out of the room watching me concerned so she went to occupy the girls, while my dad scooped me up in his arms and took me to my parent’s room to figure out what was wrong with me. Once I stopped crying I explained what happened to my dad, he looked at me pity and stroked my hair. “I’m so sorry sweetie. I’m sorry your first connection had to be like this.”
“Connection?” I sniffed, staring up at my dad confused. He knelt down and took my small hand in his grown ones.
“Yes, the pain you felt was the pain your soulmate felt.” His thumbs rubbed circles on the tops of my hands. “The feeling isn’t normally this strong it might have just been the first connection that strengthened the feeling. So don’t worry, it won’t always be like this.” My dad stood up and placed a light kiss on my forehead. “Now that you’re calm you can go back to your friends and enjoy the rest of your sleepover.” With that, I headed back my room but what I didn’t know was that this was the only the start of the constant pain I would soon have to endure.
As I grew up I became more accustomed to the pain; I learned how to control my reaction to it. I wouldn’t react as violently when the pain came, but that’s not to say it didn’t hurt anymore. It still hurt as much as it did the first day. Bruises would constantly show up after one of my “connections”. I wouldn’t have minded so much if it didn’t make my teachers worried about my home life. When the bruises would get noticeably worse, I would be called to the guidance counselor’s office to go through a routine of questions to make sure I wasn’t being abused at home. Of course, I wasn’t but it didn’t stop people from gossiping that I was. There was one day that I came to school with bruises around my neck and when I was sent to the guidance counselor’s office there was a police officer in the room as well. After that, the rumors got worse and not long after, we moved.
By the time I started middle school we had already settled into the new house. My parents also personally went to the school to talk to the principal about my “condition” so things would not get out of hand like it did at my old school. I also started logging when and where I would get my bruises. After a few months, I noticed a pattern, during at school nothing would happen, for the next few hours after school nothing would normally happen but there were rare occurrences but again those were very rare. Late at night is normally when the pain and bruising would show up. On good days, there wouldn’t be any pain but those don’t happen that often. Usually, there would only be a single hit and it wouldn’t normally bruise, which I now consider good. On the other hand, the bad days were terrible. My entire body would ache from what I could only suspect were punches or kicks to the stomach. On those nights, I would have to take a hot bath to relieve some of the pain. While soaking in the tub I would quietly sing. My mom once told me that when you would randomly get a song stuck in your head it was your soulmate sing the song. Normally I’m skeptical of that but on nights like these; I pray that it is true. I don’t know what type of situation my soulmate is in but I want to at least give them some type of comfort, even if it was something as small as a soothing song.
In the middle of high school my father got a promotion and was transferred to Seoul, so naturally, we moved again. My parents offered to talk to the new school I was going to attend but by now, I’ve gotten pretty skilled at hiding any visible bruises so I assured them they didn’t need to. For the first time in awhile, I felt normal at school. No one looked at me with suspicious eyes, no one was trying to be in my personal business; I was just the new kid. Some people were curious, but that only lasted for a week or so. After a while, everything settled down and I attended school like a normal kid. The rest of the school year passed, and before I knew it I was starting my last year of high school. There were a few familiar faces in my new class but I only knew one person well enough to consider them my friend, Jeon Jungkook. When I first transferred to this school, I often approached him and ask questions about the school. Simple questions like where I could find the gym, the library, and the teachers’ offices. I don’t know why I chose to go to him. He wasn’t really keen on helping me but he wasn’t rude to me and always helped me get to where I needed to be. One day I stayed later to look around for a club I could join and I found him in the art room sketching away. After that, I would occasionally ask him about his art. He was reluctant at first, but with some time he opened up and we would have little talks in between our classes. This year, I want to truly be friends with him. The type of friend that hangs out after school, not just someone he only talks to at school.
“Good morning Jungkook,” I smiled at him while taking the seat in front of him.
“Morning” Jungkook glanced up from his doodle and held up his hand with a slight smile.
“It’s cool we’re in the same class again huh?” He nodded with a small ‘yeah’ before when went back to his doodle. I bit my lip trying to think of things to talk about since he wasn’t trying to keep the conversation going.
“So what did you do over the break? Did you have any new drawings?”
“I hung out with my hyungs for the most part” he shrugged, “I do have some new sketches…” he trailed off looking down at his bag then up to me. “ Do you… do you want to see them?”
“Yes!” my eyes lit up with excitement. Jungkook normally never let people look at his artwork without them having to pester him; so, Jungkook willingly wanting to show me was a pleasant surprise. He reached down to his bag, which was beside him and grabbed a small black sketchbook. He flipped through the book stopping at a drawing.
“This was one of the last ones I was working on before we left.” He handed me the book. The drawing was a side profile of a girl sitting at a desk working. The longer I stared at it the more it started looking like me; from the way, the hair was styled to the two freckles on the neck.
“Is this me?”
“Yeah, the next two are you too.” Jungkook gave a small chuckle.
“Really?” I excitedly flipped to the next drawing to see yet another sketch of me sitting at a desk; however, this time I was resting my chin in my hand as I stared off into the distance. “These are amazing Jungkook!” I turned to the next one. In this one, I had my head resting on the desk as I dozed off.
“They’re not that big a deal. I could make better ones. They’re just sketches of boredom.”
“Well, I love them.” I smiled brightly as I stared at the sketch. “If you ever need a model for anything I’d be glad to help.” Jungkook laughed taking the sketchbook back.
“I might take you up on that.” I nodded before turning around as the teacher walked into the classroom.
So this happened to me a few days ago, and I thought maybe sharing my experience could help someone if this happens to them in the future.
I was checking my Tumblr when suddenly I was logged out from it and given the usual Log In page. When I entered the details to access my blog, this appeared:
My heart skipped a bit. I tried to re-enter the details (maybe I got them wrong the first time), but no, the same message about Termination was shown. I typed my blog URL and got the
Same thing with my sideblogs.
So obviously I was very worried. I contacted the Tumblr support but didn’t get an answer for 48 hours, only an automated reply. I already started mentally saying goodbye to my blogs, my posts and all my followers, when finally I recieved their answer:
(In case you can’t see the picture, it says:
Hello, We’ve restored your account. Thank you for bringing this problem to our attention. We’re sorry that it occurred, and we’ll do our best to make sure that it doesn’t happen again. You should now be able to log in just fine with your email address and password. Please let me know if there’s anything else I can help you with.
My blog was restored and working normally. All my sideblogs were intact , and so were my posts and my followers. The only thing that was lost, is all the conversations by Messages. The people with whom you talked are still there, but all the history of the conversation is gone.
Alright so here is what you should do if this happens to you. Don’t panick like I did Click on the “contact support” link provided in the terminated window. Alternatively, go on Tumblr.com/support.
Politely explain your situation - give your blog URL, your mail, tell what happened exactly. I understand that the situation can be upsetting, but the person who will read the message and try to help you isn’t directly responsible for the termination of your blog. And sending an angry message with insults isn’t the best way to get your blog back either.
Wait for the reply of the team. If you feel like it takes too much time (more than few days for example), try to fill the Help/Support form again.
Once the team is in contact with you, keep the polite tone. Normally if your blog didn’t go againt the Tumblr rules and policies, you should getit back like I did.
can you please do scenarios/headcanons where MC joins RFA like original, but MC is cousin of RFA + V + Saeran + Vanderwood? BUT for Choi brothers, MC is their father's married wife's daughter which makes MC a half-sister to Choi brothers. this is obviously not a romance scenarios/headcanons. thank you!
This one was fun! We changed some of them slightly (making MC the sister instead of a cousin), so we hope you don’t mind! Spoilers for the secret ends for Seven’s, Saeran’s, and Vanderwood’s scenarios.
He thought your name looked familiar in the chatroom
You also thought his picture looked familiar, but you weren’t sure
A few chats later, you guys exchange stories and find out you are cousins
You two were really close when you were kids, but he ran away and things changed
After this realization, you two start bantering like no time had passed and get close again
He doesn’t have his brother or parents anymore, so he practically adopts you as his little sister
When he found out about the bomb in the apartment, he goes even more ballistic than usual
Even after it’s resolved, he doesn’t like you staying in Rika’s apartment
He has the extra room, so you just move in with him
Life is going great…until he realizes you and Jumin have been in chatrooms a lot
“What? Do you like him or something?” he scoffs
Aw heck no he tries to dissuade you real quick
Whenever Jumin is in the chatroom, Zen purposely picks a fight
If Jumin gets really friendly with you, Zen tries to call you out of the messenger to do something else
But of course, you pick up what he’s trying to do
Knowing he can’t really fight it, he reluctantly agrees, but constantly fights with Jumin anyway
You actually find it amusing and endearing
He recognizes your name right away
You recognize him too, but you haven’t talked to him in a long while
He was usually close with Rika, and you and Rika didn’t get along too well, so you never got close
At first he’s excited to have you in the RFA…until you start nagging him about his gaming habits
After awhile, he finds that he’s logging in more just to talk
You and him end up having late night conversations about what happened in the family
You help him deal with Rika’s death by sharing memories with him
You guys get really close over time
Which really annoys the others because you have SO MANY inside jokes
And if you’re not doing that, you’re just getting into silly arguments
In the mornings, you send each other photos of what you cooked
Sometimes you’ll exchange recipes
After you joined the RFA, Yoosung feels so much at peace because he’s reminded what a blessing family is…even when they point out your bad habits and help you grow up a little
You two recognized each other at once
She was very confused how you got dragged into this
In reality she was just shocked to see you, as you hadn’t seen each other since before she left for college
At first, the RFA doesn’t believe you’re related
You like to joke around a lot and tease her, and she’s…well, she’s Jaehee
They think you’re all chill until one of them messes with Jaehee
You’re super protective of her, because she was actually your role model growing up
Despite being on the Jaehee Defense Squad, you’re really good with the other members too
You somehow manage to persuade Jumin to lessen her load without causing any problems between her and her boss
You also help her open up to the other members too, by dragging her out to meet them and hang out
You help her blossom into who she really is, and encourage her to pursue her dreams
When she opens up the cafe and asks you to partner with her, you cry
Of course he recognized you right away
You’re his little sister
Only he hasn’t seen you in ages because you lived in another town for so long
He makes sure he logs in the chat often to make sure you’re comfortable with everything
It confuses the other members because he’s so kind and loving towards you
They’re not used with seeing this side of Jumin
But just because you’re his soft spot doesn’t mean he won’t scold you from time to time
In fact, you hate when he turns on his big brother mode in front of everyone
He doesn’t mind you staying at Rika’s since he understands you might want the independence
But, he will make sure you visit him at least once a week to catch up
He really doesn’t want to lose touch again
As time passes, he notices you’re getting a little too friendly with Zen
He’ll call you out right in the chatroom, which embarrasses you, but doesn’t stop you from your feelings
He can see you really like Zen and vice versa
He doesn’t like it he actually hates it but he won’t overstep his boundaries
Doesn’t mean he’s not petty as heck
When you and Zen start dating, he sends Zen a congratulatory basket…full of cat food and cat related trinkets
On a completely “unrelated” note, he gets you a kitten
“Oh, Zen can’t visit your house anymore? What a shame. I suppose you’ll have to meet in a completely public area with lots of people.”
He finds out who your parents are during the background check
When he sees you’re the prime minister’s daughter, he’s against you joining
Still, V insists that everything would be fine, so he begrudgingly agrees
You notice he avoids a lot in the chatroom though
And when he is there, he’s very cold towards you unlike with the other members
Then one night, he finds a chatroom where you were venting alone about your mother and how she puts way too much pressure on you and never grants you any form of encouragement or affection
You also talk about your dad…his dad…and what a kind person he is
He always suspected his own mother twisting things for her benefit, but you only confirmed it
He finds his curiosity growing and starts warming up to you a little
When you continue to accept him while at Rika’s apartment, he spills about how you’re related
He thinks it’ll turn you away, but you just go on about how you want to save Saeran
He’s so touched and secretly commits his loyalty to you as a brother
When Saeran is finally rescued, you wish you could stay with them, but you can’t because of the whole family situation
You manage to convince him to have a secret reunion with your father
It isn’t in the public eye, and it’s barely for an hour, but it’s the closure he needed
He considers you such a blessing in his life
He knew exactly who you were when he sent you as bait for the RFA
The reason he had sent you was partially to get revenge on his father
But he never expected things to go as they did
He didn’t expect you to come back for him at Mint Eye
Seeing how much you cared for him was one of the things that helped him find purpose in life again
He appreciated that you were a little tougher on him than Saeyoung was during the recovery process
He always sought your advice and found you were a great listener
He wasn’t accustomed to having family who could actually be there for him
To have a younger sister–even if you were only a half-sister–meant so much to him
He was super protective of you though
If Saeyoung teased you a little too much, he jumped on his case
That didn’t mean he didn’t tease you from time to time though
He loved your little banters as you seemed to be the only one to get his sometimes corny or morose humor
He often asked about your father but he never showed interest in meeting him
You even offered to set up a reunion like with Saeyoung, but he refused
He wasn’t ready for that, and he wasn’t sure when he would be
But he was so glad he had you at least
When he gets the notification about someone entering the chatroom, he‘s surprised
When he finds out that someone is you, a cousin he’s very close to, he has difficulty keeping his composure
He’s so conflicted because he knows Rika is behind it
He’s scared saying something would only put you in danger
So, he logs into the chatroom often because he’s so worried something might happen to you
When you find out about the bomb, he calls you right away apologizing
He even visits you once Seven deems it safe
You two have a disagreement, obviously, but you know how self-sacrificing he can be
So in the end, you work it out
He stays at the apartment for the next few days to help with the party
It’s kind of like the old days, and you even do stupid things you used to do as kids
He hasn’t felt so light hearted in such a long time
After the party, he tries to be more involved in your life since he seemed to disappear after he started dating Rika
You two support each other
He heard from Seven about a new member joining the RFA
He doesn’t think much about it until Seven keeps slacking off
That’s why he offers to watch the CCTV for your safety
When you finally appear on the screen, he recognizes you as his little sister
Of course, he had to abandon you years ago when he joined the agency
He’s shocked and conflicted, but tries not to show it
It’s very hard when he can hear the whole situation about the hacker
He had joined the agency to keep you safe and you were in danger anyway
His protectiveness starts slipping up when he hears Seven talking on the phone with you and realizes the younger hacker has feelings for you
He cracks down on Seven ten times as much and gets mad when you seem to be returning the affection
Sometimes he’ll even eavesdrop on phone conversations and wait until Seven says something sweet
“That was the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. Don’t say something like that to her again.”
Forget tasing, he almost killed Seven when he found out about the whole bomb thing
You’re one of the reasons he quits the agency later, when you come to rescue Saeran
He reveals who he is then, and you start crying and he almost cries himself though he denies it
He can’t do much about Seven since you seemed to have committed yourself to him
But he sticks around and plays the big brother role he never got to play while you were growing up to Seven’s chagrin
It takes a awhile to get close to him again since he’s not accustomed to opening up
But in the end, he softens up and you two are really close
This is tough. Really tough. Because I never thought I’ be writing this.
I’ve been part of this fandom for essentially 4 years, and owner of this bog for over 3. Its been my life. I would log on every single day and post, I’d never miss a Mark video and I’d always be 100% up to date with what ever was going on in the fandom, good or bad.
You may have noticed that over the past few days I’ve not really been active. This is where is gets tough, its because I feel distant. Its not because I dont like Mark anymore, thats not true, but I’ve grown out of his videos almost. I dont have the absolute desire to see them every day. That ‘I can’t miss anything’ feeling have wavered to a point where I’ve not even thought about his videos for days until I see the Tumblr Icon on my phone.
This is so strange. I dont dislike Mark or Amy or anyone. To be honest, Mark is one of the most important people in my life. Anyone who has followed me for a while will know how I have struggled mentally for the past few years. Its not been easy and I’m not exaggerating by saying that Mark and you guys have kept me here. There was times when I didnt know how I was going to continue, and I did because I could leave you guys. I couldn’t disappoint Mark, and now its almost that I dont need that anymore. It sounds awful but please let me explain. I had no idea what I was doing with my life. I had left Uni, and gone travelling then had to face the real world. I ended up in a job I despise and although I’m still there I actually have an idea of where I want my life to go. For the first time in 3 years I know how I want to live my life. I have a dream, and I desperately want to achieve it.
Erm…I dont want to say goodbye as if I’m going away forever, but I just dont know how active I will be. And I hate this because…because I have worked so hard on this. I feel like I’m throwing this away. Throwing all your support back in your faces. Please dont see it that way. I beg you. I’m still here. I love Tumblr, despite its flaws, and I will still post I just dont want to make you guys think I’m abandoning you. I feel the I owe you this much.
For the past 2 and a bit years I have thanked you for existing after every post I make, and that will never stop. I owe you all so much. I love you. I really do.
If you have any questions please ask, publicly or privately.
Heeeeey~! I just want to say that I really love your Voltron Family AU! ♡♡♡ Its so heart warming and pure~ Can I also ask if there was ever a time where Shiro's co-workers were the ones to be shocked when Keith visits Shiro? Both of them are gorgeous men after all~ *wiggles eyebrow*
Thank you!!! Glad to know you love it! ♡
[The Voltron Family] Shiro transferred to a new hospital that was conveniently closer to where Keith worked. So hopefully lunch dates would be more frequent than usual. Today, Pidge was with him because her grade had a free day and no one was available to watch her and she wanted to spend her whole day with him, and honestly, who was Shiro to deny her that?
Keith texted that he was on his way to Shiro’s new workplace and both father and daughter were excited.
Pidge: *sits cross legged on top of Shiro’s table* I like this place better than the last one. *looks around happily* Shiro: *smiles* It’s nicer, isn’t it? Pays so much better, too. *chuckles* Now, what did I say about sitting on top of the table? *raises eyebrow* Pidge: *frowns* *crawls to Shiro* Shiro: *takes Pidge into his arms* Gosh. You’re such a big girl now. Pidge: *wraps her arms around Shiro’s neck* I’m still small though, which is just so annoying. Ugh. *pouts* Shiro: Awww, sweetheart. *smiles fondly* I think you’re just the perfect size. *pecks Pidge on the lips softly* Pidge: *scrunches nose while trying to restrain from smiling too much* You’re just saying that. You’re supposed to say that cause I’m your kid. Shiro: *fake gasp* When did I ever lie to you? Daddies never lie. Pidge: *rolls eyes* You lied to me one time saying seeds grow inside my tummy if I accidentally eat them. I was 3 back then. But I’m 7 now. I know everything. Shiro: *snorts* Sure, you do. But, it’s true though. They do grow. *kisses Pidge’s cheek* *blows raspberries* Pidge: *laughs* It’s not!! And stop it, Daddy Shiro!
Keith finally arrived and he went inside the hospital after parking his car. He honestly didn’t know where Shiro’s room was. His husband just texted him that it had his name plate outside. Like to hell with that! There were dozens of doctors in the place and Keith had no time to check them all out. So he went to the reception. There were currently three nurses.
Keith: *smiles* Good Morning. I’m looking for Doctor Takashi Shirogane. Nurse #1: *stares at Keith* Nurse #2: *nudges Nurse #1* *clears his throat* Um, *looks at Keith* do you happen to have any appointment with him? Keith: *soft voice* I’m kinda… his husband. So. Nurse #2: *blinks repeatedly* Oh… oh! Nurse #3: *takes over* Mr. Shirogane, your husband’s room is on the third floor. Four doors down to your right. *smiles kindly* Keith: Thank you. *smiles back* *gives the three nurses a nod before he leaves*
Once Keith was gone…
Nurse #3: What the heck, you guys?! *slaps both his colleagues* You both just zoned out!! Daniella, Lyle. What was that all about? Lyle: *looks at his friend* Dude. Brenda. My man. Brenda: What? Lyle: I don’t even go for dudes, but, like, that guy just now was 100% my type. *shakes his friend’s arms* Daniella: You guys. *holds both her friends* I had a crush on Doctor Shirogane for a few days now, okay? Like, I admit this. Since he first logged-in in this very area during my shift. It was love at first sight you could say. *chuckles nervously* I knew he was out of my reach, obviously. *rolls eyes* But— Brenda: He’s married though. *leans back and judges her friend* I get that most of us probably have a crush on him when he first started but like, dude— Lyle: He’s married to the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid my eyes on. *smitten* I’m just ? How lucky? Daniella: I actually thought one day we’re going to see his wife since he brought his daughter today. Like maybe a bitchy looking wife. I dunno why I just imagined he would have one? But like a gold digger wife kind of wife? Lyle: Dude. Same. I’m awful and so are you. *laughs* But I wouldn’t blame him if he suddenly went for the other team when he first saw his husband. Daniella: Ugh. Doctor Shirogane is already hot. Then his husband is also hot. I don’t think that’s fair. You can’t be hot together. *drags hands down her face* Lyle: Brenda, what are you doing? *looks at his friend* Brenda: *searches on the database* I’m trying to look for Doctor Shirogane. Daniella: *gasp* Are we even allowed to do that?! Brenda: *rolls eyes* Hospital records. It’s basically open for everyone who has access. Oh. Look. *points on the screen* Lyle: Spouse. Keith Shirogane. What a beautiful name for such a beautiful man. Brenda: Lyle, welcome to the dark side. *laughs* Daniella: What will your girlfriend say now? *laughs* Lyle: *groans* I feel like if I tell her, she’ll squeal in delight. *rolls eyes*
Keith finally found the room and he opened the door to see Pidge and Shiro cuddling, Pidge laughing so hard. Keith smiled as he made himself known.
Keith: How’s my little girl? *smiles* Pidge: *turns around* Daddy Keith! Keith: *gives Pidge a peck and hugs her tight* Missed my baby. Shiro: She’s been messing around, using all of my prescription pads. *laughs* Keith: Did she really? *bends down to kiss Shiro* Hi. *smiles softly* Shiro: *whispers* Hi. Pidge: *rolls eyes* Can we eat lunch now? Shiro: *looks at Pidge* *chuckles* Of course. Let’s go.
The three of them went down to leave the hospital with Pidge between them, holding their hands while walking. The three nurses at the reception area just cooed at them as they watch them leave.
Lyle: *sniffles* I think I know now what “I hate seeing you go, but I love watching you leave” means. Brenda: You’ll get over your broken heart, man. *pats Lyle dramatically* Lyle: Okay, but seriously, guys. He’s just seriously fucking attractive. Brenda and Daniella: We get it, Lyle. Don’t worry. We agree 100%.
“Dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow, dishonor on your whole family!”
I’M ALIIIIIIVEEEE! (Actually this is the third project I’ve finished since the Pokemon stitch, but I can’t show those because they’re birthday presents. So you’ll have to wait til December, sorry)
Mulan is my FAVORITE Disney movie!! I love it, really, and I can never find anything related to it. So I was super excited when I saw FrigidStitch had a pattern available. I bought it the same time I bought Trinity’s Pokemon pattern.
I wasn’t a huge fan of the colors used for the two Mulan characters so I changed them. In the original pattern, Girl!Mulan was wearing the outfit she wore at the very beginning of the movie while Ping!Mulan’s colors were slightly off (they’re still slightly off but shh we’re gonna roll with it). I wanted Mulan in her matchmaker outfit because 1. She was wearing it when she sang this song and 2. She’s not comfortable in both this outfit and as soldier Ping, so I wanted to “reflect” that (ba-dum-tish, I’ll see myself out).
This was done on 18 count aida because I love me some 18 count mmm yeah. And I don’t want to talk about how much I had to rip out… Also-also, for my log, this was literally finished today, so, yay! Productivity!
This is a little something for @tsume-yuki, to both wish you (late) happy birthday and thank you for adding my ideas for the father-daughter reunion in TittM ^_^ And also just because you’re a nice person. (As a fellow May child I would, however, like to point out that I’ve clearly got the better zodiac that this month offers - Gemini ftw).
I sent you an ask awhile back, concerning what would’ve happened if Ri had just grown up on Melring and Raowl never died. After doing some thinking, I decided to write my idea for it.
Melring is hot.
That’s not necessarily a bad thing. It’s certainly not a bad thing, Ace thinks, compared to the Winter islands he’s encountered. And now that he’s a living furnace, he really doesn’t care too much for the heat.
The only problem is the humidity. It’s horrible. It’s like breathing honey, not air.
Why in the name of all that was holy Pops had wanted to stop by this little patch of land, he had no idea. And right in the middle of its summer, too.
At least there are no Marines here, and the people seem friendly towards pirates. Almost as if it’s normal for them. Maybe it is. Ace doesn’t really care. All he worries about is whether or not the little restaurant he and Thatch have sought out will run out of food.
I have counted roughly 20 messages in my inbox (which I am still slowly working through!) about bonding. So, it only makes sense that I should make a big post on bonding! It’s really not that difficult, but I think it would be best if we cleared up everything about it.
Harry’s knee bounces up and down, hands clasped and resting on his legs as he watches her from a chair across the way. She’s crying quietly, curled on his couch, a blanket draped over her. He had put on the TV so she’d have something to distract herself.
She sniffed, “Can you stop staring at me?”
Harry keeps staring, "You really shouldn’t be here.”
"You already let me in.”
It was true, he had.
She had been standing there in his doorway, looking all helpless, and he immediately forgot he was upset with her, stepping to the side so she could walk into his flat.
But now, now he was angry again.
"Do you even care that you’re putting me in the middle of this again by being here? God knows what Jeremy would do if he found you here.”
She looks at me like this thought never occurred to her. "You’re right.” She stood up immediately, walking to the door where her suitcase was. “I’m sorry.”
Words: 843 Plot:Scotty needs help fixing something. Or at least, that’s the excuse he’s using to get a member of command to come and spend time with him. Fluffy fluff mcfluffafluff. A/N:@youre-on-a-starship, I know you wanted a tag so here’s a lil tag for you. We were complaining about the lack of Scotty fics in the world. Let your friends know Scotty fans are out there. We are out there and we love Simon Pegg, He Who Is Good And Pure And True. I also decided to try out writing from the reader perspective here to see if I like it (since I’m always doing it the other way around) so we’ll see how we go.
Keying in the flight logs from the last few days was a monotonous job; the screens whirring as (y/n) yawned slightly, propping up her chin with one hand. Navigation points, status reports - she loved her job, no two ways about it. But sometimes everyone needs a break; and she had barely managed to squeeze one in since she’d been promoted to Lieutenant. “Scotty, status report” the Captain murmered, leaning back in his chair and taking a bite out of his sandwich. They were doing lunch on the job today - just like yesterday, and every day as far as she could remember. The intercom cracked, but she could barely make out Montgomery Scott’s voice through Kirk’s PADD. “She’s running fine, Captain. Got her flying true and fast. Although, would yer mind if I were to borrow our fine Comms Lieutenant for a moment? Think one of the wee communications matrices is off and may need a language reprogram for safety. I’d send one of my guys but-” “-But they’re all patching the hull breach. Got it.” Kirk replied, swallowing hard and spinning casually in his chair. Crossing his legs, he gestured to (y/n) with his sandwich-filled hand, pointing the crust at her. “Lieutenant, engineering on deck 4. Your lucky break from all the fun and games of flight logs just came”. (y/n) laughed, keying in the log out code and turning to face the Captain. “Who’d have known a minor hull breach could be so handy?” she grinned while Kirk rolled his eyes.
When she walked into engineering, she noticed Keenser pulling at some wiring, with no sign of Scotty in sight. Brushing at her uniform, she opened her mouth to ask where he was, before a shout came from down the corridor. “Lass! I’m through this way!” a familiar voice called, followed by a metallic clanging that made her ears ring. She shook her head, following the turn of the corridor until she came to a small maintenance room that held the communications array for the deck. Leaning under the main communications console, Scotty was eagerly pushing some of the wiring together, a screwdriver between his teeth. He pulled it out of his mouth and tightened something; the screen briefly flickering before going dark again. “She’s really throwing a tantrum today, lass. Normally I wouldn’t get a fancy goldshirt like yourself gracing us in the bowels of this here ship, but I canneh finish the wiring without programming her first” he huffed, looking up and half-smiling, half-grimacing as he kicked a metal panel at his feet. (y/n) laughed, wiping the sweat from her forehead. She had barely realised how warm it could get down here; the ensigns must really swelter in the heat. She’d have to bring that up with the Commander at some point and see if they could get better cooling systems. “You saved me from hours of writing up flight logs, Scotty. I owe you one” she added, walking over to one of the monitors and keying in her access code. The screen booted up, showing a dozen or so bizarre prompts that it shouldn’t. “Well, I’ve found your problem. I can fix these up as best as I can, but you’ll probably want to get someone from engineering to check them over. I’m very rusty at this.” Sheheard a metallic clanking, and Scotty swore under his breath. She spun around to see him with his finger in his mouth; he’d cut it on some unprotected wiring. Ugh, more forms. “Oh god, are you okay?” she asked, rushing over to where Scotty knelt and kneeling beside him. “Really went and nicked it, bloody useless thing!” Scotty spat, looking at his finger in concern. It had a thin cut down the side; nothing too serious, but just enough that it looked as though it’d be fairly painful. “Sorry lass” Scotty breathed “didn’t mean to scare the life outta yer like that”. “As I said before; I owe you one” she smiled, tucking a strand of stray hair behind her ear. Scotty looked up at her, then; his eyes meeting hers. She felt her heart quiver for a second; his brown eyes soft in the white light, the slight dusting of grey from the wiring on his cheek from where his hands had touched it. That moment lingered, until it was more than a moment; more than just two colleagues in a passing gesture. “You know” Scotty breathed, his features softening “lass, I didn’t just call ye down here because I canneh find someone else.” (y/n) chucked, reaching her hand out slowly to brush against his knee. “I noticed Keenser in the corridor. I have you figured out, Montgomery Scott”. Scotty flushed red, shrugging his shoulders with a smile. “Guess I’m not as smooth as I’d believe then, lass” Scotty said, leaning closer to her, his hand reaching out to cup her face. (y/n) closed her eyes, her breath hitched- “This is the Captain speaking, all crew brace for emergency defensive manouvers. All command crew to the bridge.”
Sometimes my life starts to feel a little like a whirlwind - a lot of moving parts that I don’t seem to be fully in control of. When I start to feel a little overwhelmed with everything, I sit down and write myself a life plan. I generally divide my life into the following categories - Physical, Emotional, Skills and Hobbies, Career, Financial, Spiritual. Beneath each category, I write a small summary of what I’m doing well, and what I’d like start doing or do more of.
Physical Start with your nutrition. Are you eating a balanced diet that is rich in colour? Your groceries should be vegetable and fruit heavy, with some free range protein (eggs, fish, red and white meat) and dairy as required. The more colour in your groceries, the better. Don’t forget lots of natural fats to help you absorb the nutrients in your veggies and meat. Natural fats like olive oil and nuts are essential to a balanced diet.
How are you feeling about your body? Don’t be afraid to take control of your fitness and sculpt your ideal body. Yoga and pilates are great ways to feel stronger and leaner in just one week. If you can’t afford to go along to classes, there are a range of fitness apps that offer free workouts. Try a few out and see how they feel.
Emotional How are you feeling day to day? If you’re feeling exhausted, anxious or sick of a rollercoaster of both, get back to basics. Are you getting 8 hours of sleep every night? Are you logging hours before midnight? The hours prior to midnight are the most restorative, so get to bed earlier and wake up with a clear mind.
What’s your inner talk like about yourself? Do you talk to yourself in a way you would never talk to your friend? Negative self talk is a surefire way to leave you feeling like you’re failing at this thing called life, so turn your talk around. Try sitting and writing a list of all the things you’re grateful for in your life. Your soft bed, or your relationship with your grandmother, or your fun co-workers - it could be anything.
Skills and Hobbies How are you feeling about your capabilities? When we are in school we’re learning at such an accelerated rate that we can start to feel invincible, like we could do anything. When we finish school we aren’t testing ourselves day to day like in our education, and we can forget how capable we are. Don’t be afraid to take up a new skill, like learning another language (Duolingo is a free app!), learning how to draw (endless Youtube videos at your disposal) or playing a team sport (usually cheap or free). It will remind you of how capable you are to take on a new skill and how great you can be.
Career How are you feeling about the way you make money. Are you working part time or casually in a job that is not your career? Don’t forget that this is just temporary, a method for you to make income, and you don’t need to invest yourself 110% into it. See it for what it is, a great place to make friends, make bank and stay busy.
If you’re working in your career, map out your goals. Where do you want to be in exactly 12 months? Same role or different? Share your goals with your boss or superior if you’re feeling confident and you’ll be surprised by how verbalising your goal solidifies it. Then map out your five year plan. Where would you love to be in 5 years? Same company or different? What does your pay pack look like? Keep this somewhere in your room and revisit it occasionally to keep you focussed.
Financial How’s your money situation looking? Are you in debt? Mapping out your debt and deciding upon a weekly repayment is the first step to financial independence. It can be hard to discipline yourself to do this, but the freedom of living debt-free is amazing. Set up a bank transfer and don’t look back.
If you feel like you have nothing left over, consider taking on a little more work (as long as it doesn’t compromise your mental wellbeing). I took a Saturday night bar shift at my favourite bar last year to save for my overseas holiday. It worked for me because it meant I was drinking less and making money while still feeling like I was out.
Spiritual This one is always tricky because it’s completely up to you how you choose to satisfy your spiritual side. Maybe it’s an early morning walk to get a coffee, or maybe it’s watching a weekly TED talk on Youtube, or maybe it’s borrowing a book from the library once a fortnight and reading it under a tree. Spirituality is really dependent on what brings you peace and solace, and it’s different for everyone. Think about the times you have felt the most at peace in your life and seek to recreate them on a smaller scale. Being centered is a really good state for you to be in to take on your life.
Once you have your plan, it’s a lot easier for you to see the stuff you’re doing really well and the stuff you might want to change. Keep it in your room and revisit it every now and again. It will encourage you to keep focussed on improving while celebrating yourself for your wins.
genre: smut + fluff; high school AU + scholar/fuckboy!jimin + jock!jeongguk
summary: you hated school and rebelled a little because of it, despite the fact that you always saved face by being an angel in classrooms. that’s why you like to go online to find some fun, where you stumble across a classmate and make a special arrangement. while this goes on, poor little jeon jeongguk has the biggest crush on you but is afraid to make a move because it looks like you’re into his friend, jimin. if only he knew just what the two of you get to…
a/n: jeongguk isn’t introduced in this chapter but he will be next chapter, so this chapter is strictly jimin