maybe one day i will be better at making things

Your senior year roommate calls herself Clarity. She’s very small and rumpled and distant, and she goes for long walks in the forest south of campus when she’s frustrated. You aren’t friends, but you coexist peacefully. It’s enough.

The creature on your co-owned Walmart futon isn’t Clarity.

It looks like her. Enough to fool a casual observer, certainly. Enough to fool someone who hasn’t been soldering sterling silver for six hours. But you have, and the truth of silver lingers, and the Thing That Looks Like Clarity is sprouting delicate flowers from the skin of its bare shoulders.

It’s sitting cross-legged and perfectly, terribly still, tracking your eyes as you take all this in. When you sigh and set down your backpack, it says, “Hello, smith. There didn’t seem to be any sense in pretending.”

“Jeweler,” you say, and, “I go by Florence, these days. What should I call you?”

It blinks, languid and slow. “I’m not here to usurp. I’m a… placeholder.”

“It’s still confusing as shit, my guy.”

It considers this at length. Finally, with the air of one who has just solved a great puzzle, it says “Claire. We will know, the two of us.”

“Works for me. Nice meeting you, Claire.”

And that seems to be all there is to say. Your roommate’s been stolen by the Fair Folk, you’re living with a changeling, and there’s not much you can do about either of these things. You scroll through Instagram until it gets tired of watching you and wanders out into the hallway.

So that’s Claire.

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imagine CEO namjoon.

Originally posted by cuteguk

  • what’s there to say? we already know he’s a great leader.
  • heir to the country’s largest publishing/printing firm.
  • also the greenest publishing/printing company in the country, like top five in the world, all thanks to namjoon’s initiatives.
  • he takes the whole inheriting business thing very seriously, determined to deserve the company and to be the best boss ever.
  • graduates early from a prestiged business school abroad and shares the responsibilities at the company to give his ageing father a break.
  • he’s so !!!! invested !!! in the health and happiness of his employees !!!!
  • wins All The Awards, for his green initiatives, planting trees, and making jobs, and protecting the environment ect, but also for having the happiest employees in the country.
  • he’s always arranging conferences and seminars for his employees to educate and encourage health/happiness/safety/equal opportunity/respect/ect in the workplace.
  • he works so hard to make sure everyone even down to the lowest branches are insured and that there are daycares and mom’s get the paid leave they need and deserve and that everyone gets and equal and fair wage.
  • bless him.
  • unfortunately all this work on top of his official workload means he doesn’t have much time to look after himself.
  • but in his mind he’s suffering is worth the safety and health of so many others he doesn’t even mind tho he’s kinda sad.
  • so, you work in the HR department.
  • and the head of the department fucks off on maternity leave and by some miracle ???? you get a hasty promotion.
  • no, you’re not really the head of HR but your function is pretty much the same and you don’t mind because the pay is goOD.
  • part of your responsibilities as head is to keep namjoon briefed on the general mood and concern of the people in his branch, i.e the large building full of people he feels directly responsible for.
  • he even has a whole suggestion box system, so once a week you just have to go through the notes people leave you and present a list to namjoon with a few possible solutions etc.
  • piece of cake.
  • except he’s hot as all hell.
  • i mean, it’s not a problem, far from it, he’s just very distracting.
  • but your meetings with him are the highlight of your work week so you do a really good job or at least you try, and also wear something nice.
  • and you think he’s just kinda clumsy and awkward.
  • but actually he finds you really distracting as well.
  • and your meetings are A Mess for the first month or so, until you get into the swing of things and get your shit together.
  • and the complaints he gets are never a big deal because everyone is happy and has nothing to complain about like ???
  • his secretary complaining that him playing smooth jazz all day in his office is getting kinda annoying and please would he play some classical or maybe bossa nova for a change.
  • or that his wacky ties and other questionable fashion choices are giving them a headache.
  • or jeon jungkook complaining about someone’s coffee breath again.
  • an anonymous submission says jimin is apparently??? too??? cute???
  • jung hoseok won’t stop moonwalking to the photocopier while humming thriller and it’s not even october and michael jackson doesn’t even moonwalk to thriller ugh ???????
  • yoongi keeps falling asleep at his desk and forgetting to go home at the end of the day.
  • harmless stuff like that. 
  • (namjoon stays late so he starts driving yoongi home because that’s just the kind of Great boss he is.)
  • and most of the time you two spend these meeting gossiping about drama between the departments and rolling on the floor laughing.
  • and you’re so in awe that someone can be so wonderful and selfless, making use of his privilege to protect people less fortune than him.
  • and your meeting are usually after lunch, so you come back from lunch to find him buried in paperwork and you begin to wonder, who takes care of him?
  • you ask if he had lunch and he’s like lol of course not have you met me
  • and you suggest postponing the meeting because there’s nothing urgent going on and you can take care of “kim taehyung keeps sneaking his dog into the office” on your own.
  • but he’s like “nO!!! please, our meetings are the only break i get, they keep me sane, they’re kinda the highlight of my week.”
  • and you sputter like ????? “im,,,what??? me ?? too?”
  • from that day on he starts taking you out for lunch every week and that way your meetings get twice as long.
  • and eventually you have to ask him, since nothing is going on in the office, “what about you, namjoon? how are you doing?”
  • and he thinks for a moment and he’s like “you know what, i feel kinda shitty actually.”
  • so you let him vent all his sadness and weird existential thoughts and angst for a few weeks and eventually suggest maybe he takes responsibility for his own health and happiness and maybe a good step would be to see a therapist?
  • and he does because he values your opinion and honestly it’s the only selfish thing he’s done in years and it makes him feel 1000001x better to have his concerns and ideas affirmed and listened to by a professional. therapy is cool, kids.
  • and one day shy joonie hands you a little poem he wrote you on a post-it, describing all the little detail he’s observed about him that makes his heart race and his head go all slow and foggy.
  • because he really,,,,,,,,,,,,, really likes you, and hopes this isn’t weird or anything if you don’t feel the same way that’s cool but he’s felt this way for a while and you’re the best thing that’s happened to him since this company and he just thought you deserved to know and he’s sorry.
  • and you have to like glue yourself to that dining chair so you don’t climb that dang table and throw yourself at him because namjoon is the most wonderful man on earth you treasure him and you want to keep him safe and happy because he deserves as much kindness as he’s prepared to give and he has nothing to be sorry for and you love him.
  • and he loves you too.
  • anyway, nsfw under the cut.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I just read a fic called traces which was all about stiles with guilt and ptsd after being void, and Derek helping him deal with it. Do you know any other fics about that? I feel like teen wolf just totally glossed over him dealing with it between season 3 and 4. Thanks

Yeah, he did seem weirdly fine after, you know, being possessed. NBD. Here’s some nogitsune aftermath with Sterek. - Anastasia

Originally posted by stilinskisvoid

Traces by standinginanicedress

(1/1 I 44,844 I Explicit)

Derek snaps his fingers and glares into Stiles’ eyes. “You say you’re not the same, but – there you fucking go, acting just like yourself.”

Stiles bristles. “Oh, right. Because you know me so fucking well, don’t you?”

“Better than you seem to think,” he mutters under his breath in response, and Stiles gets even more incensed.

“Pushing me up against walls, shoving my head into steering wheels,” he shrugs his shoulders, glares, “some real heart to hearts we’ve had!”

“Holding me up in eight feet of water when I was paralyzed, nearly cutting my arm off for me to save my life. Doesn’t seem so fucking shallow to me, Stiles.”

***

The Promised Land by StaciNadia

(1/1 I 1,952 I General)

Pushed away from the pack, Stiles has had enough of Beacon Hills.

The Aftermath by tabbytabbytabby

(1/1 I 2,047 I Teen)

After everything that happened with the Nogitsune Stiles was not okay, despite what the pack wanted to believe. Derek finds Stiles alone in the preserve and comforts Stiles and offers Stiles something he hadn’t felt in weeks, hope.

N: Nourishing by brokxnharry

(1/1 I 6,082 I Teen)

Stiles has some creature crawling under his skin, killing him from the inside out. And he’d rather die, before he hurts anyone else, so he goes to Derek to do just that. Derek won’t let him.

Magic Marker by Batwynn

(1/1 I 2,954 I General)

Look, just because he’s magical, doesn’t mean Stiles has to be an adult, right?

Where Scott keeps quoting Spider Man when he comes in the room, his dad keeps getting that pinched look around his eyes when he accidentally turns the microwave into a portal to another timeline, Lydia has stopped wasting her breath by heaving great, disappointed sighs at him, and Derek… Derek tells him to get it out of his system somewhere not here. Which is actually pretty nice, for someone with such judgmental eyebrows.

With Broken Spines by TriscuitsandSoup

(1/? I 3,264 I Mature)

After saving Stiles from the Nogitsune, Peter and Chris find themselves trying to fill the void his father left, but Stiles’ trauma is deeper than they expected. Derek has his own ideas on how to help.

“We’ve been reduced to pest control. Remember back in the days when hunters only went after big things?”

“Werewolves were the big things,” Chris said. “Back in those days you would have been the pest and your head would rot on spike.”

“Not if I got to yours first,” Peter said with a flash of his crimson eyes.

Maybe by aprettysmalldose

(1/1 I 3,658 I Explicit)

It’s 3 am. Derek was actually sleeping for once. If this is another one of these ‘world is ending’ 'people are dying’ moments, Derek is going to - but no, it’s Stiles. Fuck. He takes it back. Give him one of those 'world is ending’ scenarios. Those he can handle.

Intention by AliDee12, ReadablePlot 

(14/14 I 12,612 I Explicit)

The idea of making things better clings to Stiles: He needs to undo even a fraction of what he did, stop it from happening again, make something around him better in a way he can’t for himself.And things do get better, for all of five minutes.

Heaven Help Me Keep My Faith by Toxic_Valentine

(8/? I 13,080 I Not Rated)

Stiles tells the pack he wants to spend the summer alone, with his dad before his leaves for college but when the summer ends and the pack wants to have a going away bbq, Stiles is nowhere to be found. The pack comes to the conclusion that he left without saying goodbye to anyone. But of course the pack tracks down their Pack Mother and demands an explanation.

Trigger Warning by thesuninside

(2/2 I 15,064 I Mature)

Derek goes home to New York shortly after the nogitsune is dealt with. He begins the long, slow climb toward mental health, and begins a text-based relationship with Stiles. Stiles, who is struggling with very real issues of guilt and consent, is climbing his own mental health mountain. Together, they’ll try to make it.

In the Name of Love by NoOneCanBeJustLikeMeAnyway

(15/? I 17,256 I Not Rated)

Stiles isolated himself in the aftermath of the Nogitsune. His friends didn’t want to push him so they gave him his space after they fought one to many times in an attempt to pressure Stiles to go out and be 'normal’ again. Stiles doesn’t agree. In fact, he likes being an introvert. Aside from the guilt trips, of course.
Cue: Derek Hale.

Cuddlebug Therapy by FiccinDylan

(13/13 I 52,913 I Explicit)

The nogitsune has wrecked Stiles nearly beyond repair. Scott enlists the help of a member of his pack to help right his brother (and hopefully also get said assignee right in the process).

aka

Derek and Stiles start cuddling to help Stiles exercise the demons and it works. Really, REALLY well

To Build a Home (Of Sorts) by nogitsune_lichen

(18/23 I 58,710 I Explicit)

The words were stuck on loop, Stiles’ broken voice repeating them over and over. Derek didn’t realize he was crying until he let out a broken noise, so low he could barely hear it himself. His hands dug into his eyes trying to stop the flow but the tears kept coming. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t be strong like he’s supposed to be.

He was weak. So weak.

He walked away from the only person that felt like home.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but acknowledge that by the time he got back, his home would be miles away, once again leaving him all alone.

///

Or the healing/getting together AU that involves building a house together and a healthy dose of angst.

There Should Be A Place by imtheonekeepingyoualive (frerardestiel)

(3/3 I 59,026 I Explicit)

The following day, he says goodbye to his dad and Scott (who isn’t really that happy Stiles is leaving to go to Derek’s, says he’s not sure about it but in the end, Stiles doesn’t really care about it and Scott can just suck it up for a little while) and puts himself behind the wheel and breathes for the first time after so long only when he sees the You’re leaving Beacon Hills sign.

Freedom never tasted so good.

**

Or the one where Derek moved to Montana and Stiles needs to find himself again.

Zoned by notenuffcaffeine

(32/32 I 93,135 I General)

“The point is, Stiles, it’s here in the sanctuary or within a week the hunters back home take care of you their way. This way, maybe you’re screwed, but at least you’re alive. After what happened to Al-”

“What the hell is a sanctuary? It’s a hospital, you just said-” Stiles bit the inside of his mouth to make himself shut up. He wasn’t going to freak out. He wasn’t going to make their jobs easier. Scott’s dad already treated him like a mental case.

“Hunters like the Argents have chosen a code, to hunt those who hunt. You hunted. Whether it was you or somebody who just looked a lot like you… They’re just waiting on proof. For everyone’s safety, you’re here,” the agent said.

“Until when?”

That one the agent didn’t have an answer for. Stiles wanted to sic a werewolf on him.

…or…

The Nogitsune was just a trigger switch. Now Stiles can’t turn it off. For some reason though, Derek can.

Burn Me Till There’s Nothing Left by halcyon1993

(25/25 I 185,114 I Explicit)

Two months after the Nogitsune’s defeat, Stiles is having trouble coming to terms with what he did while under its influence. When Derek’s birthday rolls around, the pack plan a surprise party for their alpha, also hoping that the celebration will help raise Stiles’ spirits. During the festivities, secret looks of longing shared between the two catch Erica’s attention, and she bands together with Allison and Lydia and plots to get them to admit their feelings for each other. The plans quickly go awry, however, when a new antagonist appears in Beacon Hills with connections to Derek’s past and Stiles finds that the Nogitsune left him with more than just guilt.

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anonymous asked:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA PLSPLSPLS WRITE VIXX HYUNGLINE FOR THE NEIGHBOR AU TOO i love ur writing thank u for always working so hard 💝💝💝

woo thank you for reading my writing!!!!! it means the entire world to me~~
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Hakyeon

  • everything is tidy, everything costs more than your entire life savings, everything is color coordinated to go with this soft lilac aesthetic and his storage space in the basement of the apartment building is full of artisan scented candles that’s why his apartment always smells like literally. heaven
  • im serious,,,,,,,he is a candles person like look at him,,,,,
  • and most of the kids in your building are convinced small woodland creatures help him get dressed in the morning or something because he looks like a prince that came alive straight out of a movie??? plus he just gives off this really regal, dignified air
  • it’s hard to imagine that he’s just living life like all of us ordinary people like,,,,,,,,,,,
  • has a parakeet for a pet that he named chamomile,,,,,like after the flower,,,,,,,like how cute
  • likes to play ambient instrumental music when he’s cooking or cleaning and he’ll sway to the music and hum ,,,,,,, has a personalized apron that was a gift from his mom like,,,,,,please
  • nags at all his other friends who are living alone because,,,,,,,do they not own feather dusters???? they don’t use coasters?????? 
  • “um i know your shoes are off but where are your slippers hyuk ive bought you like 5 pairs already-”
  • you know hakyeon because you live next door to each other, but also you’ve run into him at the same home economics store like a hundred times and he’s always in the candles section which you think is really adorable
  • like here is this tall, beautiful looking man getting overly excited about candles,,,,,,like it just always makes you smile when you see him
  • and you actually have a date tonight with someone you’ve liked since,,,,,forever and you finally had the courage to ask them out and they’re coming for dinner
  • and as you’re preparing you’re like OOO i should get a candle for the table,,,,,,,but sadly you have none - BUT there is someone who can totally help you out
  • and when you knock on hakyeon’s door he more than gladly lends you a candle and he’s like “are you finally getting into them like me??” and you’re like “hmmm,,,,,,you could say that,,,,,,”
  • and you put it on the table, planning to light it when your date shows up,,,,,,,,but,,,,,,an hour passes
  • than two
  • and you realize as the clock hits 10 pm and your hungry stomach is growling that the person isn’t coming,,,,and you check your phone for absolutely no messages
  • and you sit at the table and put your head down on it and sigh because this always happens, you get your hopes up and they come crashing down around you
  • and you look up and see the candle and you’re like “might as well return this.” so you drag yourself up and knock on hakyeon’s door again
  • and he answers with a smile that turns to a frown when he sees you standing there, dejected and you’re like “i,,,,,,ended up not needing it.”
  • and hakyeon is like looking at you and just from the saddness written over your face he can tell,,,,,,,,,,that this candle was meant to be shared with someone,,,,,,but that didn’t happen
  • and quietly he asks if you might want to talk about it, but you just shrug your shoulders and you’re like “there’s nothing to say, they just,,,,,,didn’t show up.” and hakyeon is like “maybe something came up-” and you laugh sadly and you’re like “i think,,,,,,they just stood me up.”
  • and hakyeon makes a face and is like “well then, they must be out of their minds. but that makes sense.” and you look up at him and he’s like “well,,,,,,,,let’s just say if you asked me to dinner i wouldn’t make you wait number one and i wouldn’t make you cook for me, i’d be thankful to invite you over and cook for you! i’d have to be the one doing the impressing, i’d feel so lucky to have gotten someone like you to say yes to me.”
  • and you’re staring at him,,,,,,,in shock because no one has ever said something so flattering to you and you’re like in your head like he’s just trying to cheer you up it doesn’t mean anything
  • and you try to smile and you’re like “,,,,thank you,,,,,,,if only everyone was like you,,,,,,,,” and hakyeon steps to the side and is like
  • “no one is like me, but im serious. come in and let me impress you, if you’re ok with having that date with me instead?”
  • and for a moment you’re like,,,,,,is this,,,,,,,seriously happening?
  • and hakyeon is smiling, showing you the candle and with a wink he’s like “we can even light this too!”
  • and you suddenly blush,,,,, looking away and hakyeon is like “it’s ok if you feel uncomfortable, i won’t push you to sta-”
  • but your stomach is like please,,,,,,feed me,,,,,,,but also,,,,,,,like hakyeon???? inviting you???? to a dinner date?????? did fate arrange this or something,,,,,did getting stood up just turn into the best thing ever????
  • and that’s exactly what happens you find yourself seated at hakyeon’s dinner table and he’s like “pardon my humble choice of cooking instant meals,,,,,,,im not that good,,,,,,at cooking”
  • and you’re like “it’s fine, im impressed either way.” and hakyeon laughs at your little joke and he’s like “is it the candle that got you?”
  • and you’re like “maybe, but also,,,,,,,,,,,,it’s hard not to be impressed when i just,,,,,well ,,,,,,,look at you”
  • and hakyeon sits back and touches his face and he’s like “really? well,,,,i knew i wasn’t bad looking but im glad it worked on you~”
  • and you’re like “hakyeon, not to be blunt but it works on EVERYONE”
  • and hakyeon laughs again, but this time you can see him clear his throat in slight embarrassment and oh my god YOU just made the GREAT hakyeon blush
  • and you get giddy eating your instant dinner and hakyeon is just like “when i see the person who stood you up, i might just throw this candle in th-”
  • and you’re like no no don’t do that,,,,,but oh my god who knew such savagery lay beneath such a handsome face
  • hakyeon: ;) 

Taekwoon

  • simple, no games, grey and white patterned everything 
  • pictures of his family and of his nephew in frames on his desk and hanging up on his wall
  • doesn’t,,,,,,,,,,,,,have a tv??????? how does he entertain himself?????
  • really big bookshelf though,,,,,he really likes to read. has recently gotten into composing so he bought himself a keyboard and a program for his laptop but he isn’t really sure how to go about it just yet
  • has like (1) painting in his house that his friend ken made for him and taekwoon isn’t even sure,,,,,like,,,,,,what it is,,,,,,,,but ken specifically did it in black and white so it would fit what he calls “taekwoon’s aura” and so taekwoon hung it up,,,,,,like near his bathroom,,,,,,,not somewhere everyone could see it 
  • the most updates appliance in his entire apartment: his fridge. just got a new one because the old one didn’t have an ice-maker
  • doesn’t like magnets but his nephew’s photo has to be in every room so he got a magnet just to put up a photo on his fridge,,,,,,,best uncle taekwoon tbh
  • sings in the shower
  • and of course: has a cat. named it leo,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh the irony
  • and so you know him,,,,because you guys live on the last floor of the building and it’s a lot of stories up so when you take the elevator together it’s MEGA awkward because it takes a good 5 min to get up to the last floor and neither of you ever say anything
  • until one day you decide,,,,,hey maybe you’ll try making conversation but of all the things to talk about you like bring up something super random and you’re like “what’s your opinion on,,,,,,,,cats? i think dogs are a bit better as a pet,,,” and taekwoon just looks you dead in the eyes and is like “i have a cat.”
  • and the door opens and he walks out and you’re like OH MY GOD REALLY OUT OF ALL THE THINGS YOU SAID YOU DONT LIKE CATS AND HE HAS ONE LIKE ARE YOU SERIOUS WHAT THE HE-
  • and from that moment on you cannot. get in the elevator with him
  • like you see him coming and you pretend to go back to your mailbox or you just look at your phone and hope he just leaves without you
  • and usually he does until one day he holds the elevator open and he’s like “it’s here, you should come in.”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,right. yep
  • and you’re like why the HELL do i live on the highest floor i could have taken the stairs but it would have killed me
  • and as you’re going up, thinking about how horrible the situation is you suddenly hear taekwoon go “did you ever get the dog?” and you look over to him and you’re like ,,,,,,,,um,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,what
  • but then you remember and you’re like “i,,,,,no i didn’t. i want to, but,,,,,,i don’t know.”
  • and taekwoon is silent again and you’re like i messed up. it’s over for good now
  • until you get to your floor and he’s like “you can come and see my cat. she’ll make you change your mind. cats are great.”
  • and you’re like ?????? is he inviting me over
  • and taekwoon opens his door and holds it and is like “if you’d like, you can come.” and you’re like um,,,,,well ok,,,,,,i suppose
  • and his cat is really pretty,,,,,,all white fur and blue eyes and she takes kindly to you, weaving between your legs curiously and you lean down to let her sniff you before petting her
  • and taekwoon comes over and he’s like “you can hold her.” and he picks her up effortlessly and you stretch out your arms to take her and she’s so,,,,,,,warm
  • and you’re smiling because she’s so cute and you look at taekwoon and you’re like “she’s so calm, i thought cats didn’t like being held”
  • and you go back to the cat and taekwoon watches and the corner of his mouth pulls up a bit
  • and you have to go after a while and taekwoon says goodbye, and for the first time he also adds on a “make sure to eat.”
  • and it gives you the confidence then over the weekend to knock on his door and you’re just sheepishly like hey,,,,,,im going to the animal shelter today to pick out a,,,,,,,,kitten,,,,,,,,,wanna come?
  • and you think he might turn you down but he nods so fast and returns in 1 min with his jacket and keys
  • and you two have fun with all the kittens together and,,,,,,,,,,,,,it’s basically a first date because afterwards taekwoon pays for the cat food for you new pet and c’mon only potential boyfriends would do that hEY 

Ken 

  • how,,,,,,,has he survived this long? no one knows 
  • his apartment doubles as his art studio,,,,,and let’s just say it’s more obvious to be an artists studio than it is to be humanly inhabited as an apartment
  • im talking canvases everywhere, paint evERYWHERE, pencils and pens scattered on the floor and stuck into mugs that are sTILL full of coffee
  • when ken sleeps, he sleeps on the floor right beside whatever he’s working on and yes a couple of times he’s rolled himself over a drying painting and ended up waking up covered in stains
  • had to walk around with a big blob of green on his cheek for a good three hours until hongbin came over and was like “what,,,,,,is on your face?”
  • likes to party and drink, at other peoples houses with other people or by himself with his art
  • hakyeon once told him to maybe get some decorations so ken picked a flower from the street and stuck it into an empty wine bottle and was like “wa-la,,,,,,,,,,,flower in a vase”
  • hakyeon smack his hand against his face so loud the Whole world can hear it
  • probably walks around his apartment fully naked like that’s the Most Normal thing
  • and one night,,,,,,,,,drunk painter ken ends up forgetting his keys (of course) and so to get into his home he needs to climb the fire escape
  • and he’s 100% sure he’s climbing it up to the open window of HIS living room
  • but instead he goes head first onto a carpet,,,,,,and he doesn’t have a carpet,,,,,,,,but you do
  • and you jump off the sofa, almost spilling your drink all over yourself when you see this long limbed dude climb through your window
  • and you’re like whaT THE HELL and you pick up a nearby magazine to use as a weapon
  • but then the person rolls over and you see the face and you’re like “ken?”
  • and he makes a noise and you’re like “ken,,,,,,what the hell are you doing?” 
  • and you look out of the window to figure out how he got up here because yeah the fire escape,,,,,,,,but that thing is like 15 feet off the ground how did he climb the side of the wall,,,,,,,,,,,,while being drunk?????
  • and you wanna ask him but he’s fallen asleep, drooling onto your carpet
  • and you’d wake him up with a kick or something but,,,,,,,you feel bad for him also like maybe,,,,,,,,just a bit,,,,,,,,you’ve always found him really cute
  • so you cover him with a blanket and get back on your couch
  • and when you wake up it’s ken whose shaking your shoulder and you’re ??????? huh and he’s like “HEY thanks for letting me crash on your floor, im gonna go now”
  • and you’re like huh what ok
  • and you go back to sleep and when you wake up you’re like what,,,happened,,,,,,was it a dream???/
  • but when you leave your house to go shopping you see something taped to your door and it’s a little drawing of ken smiling and he’s like ‘thanks for not kicking me out! thanks for letting me climb through your window!’
  • and you laugh and keep the drawing and when you’re coming back home you see ken on his way inside too and you’re like “hows your hangover?” and he’s like “KILLER, but last night gave me some art inspiration!!” and you’re like omg that’s cool and he’s like “by the way - how do you feel about sitting for a portrait?” and you’re like “that sounds nic- WAIT WHAT” and he’s like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,i want to paint you. if that’s ok,,,,,,,i was originally gonna paint you from memory but i kinda want to look at you more.”
  • and you’re like “so you can paint me better?”
  • ken: “oh no, i just like looking at you.”
  • you: “are you flirting with me after climbing through my window drunk last night?”
  • ken: “is it,,,,,,,,,,working?”
  • you: “a little”
  • ken: “then yes im flirting with you, how about this i paint you and you tell me about yourself,,,,,,like a first date kinda situation,,,”
  • and you sit there, well more like avoid sitting on any wet paint stains and ken is working on drawing you but he’s also asking you silly questions like what your alien name would be
  • and he’s really cute,,,,,,when half his body isn’t hanging out of your window
  • also he really can draw,,,,but you’re also like “ken where’s all your furniture”
  • and ken just makes a vague hand gesture and he’s like “somewhere”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,ooo so minimalist 

Phone: What is this strange thing you speak of? Quality? Never heard of it.

So, despite this photo looking absolutely awful and ruining how much detail is in the drawing, I’m posting it here. I’m a huge fan of Thomas Sanders (@thatsthat24 ). Ever since he was on vine and now that he’s on Youtube, I’ve wanted to work on something like this to give to him (and Joan + Talyn)(@welcome-to-the-joangle + @tallykat3) as thanks for everything they’re given us all. I love the videos with the different aspects of Thomas’s personality too so they’re in there. Maybe someday I’ll upload a better picture of this cause the colored pencil is not faring well. But thank you Thomas Sanders + friends for making such wonderful videos that have managed to cheer up my day many times over.

(Also idea: What if the weirdly aloof Thomas that was shown in Accepting Anxiety Part One actually became a humanized aspect? Like the closest thing I could describe that side would be like… Apathy or something? I dunno. Food for thought.)

Bts Reaction to Their S/o Having Bad Anxiety!

Mummy Seokjin would strike again with his protective caring nature, making sure to be prepared to help you if you ever started to feel anxious. He would be the type to help you breath by counting with you.

“It is going to be fine y/n. Just breathe with me okay? I promise you will start to feel better soon if you just breathe”

“In 1,2,3…

Originally posted by yoongichii


Yoongi would be surprisingly calm while comforting you; he would hold you close, stroking your arm in a rhythm so you can try and breathe to it. he would whisper in your ear some calming lyrics from Bts songs to keep your mind off of it.

“Passing by the end of a cold winter, until the spring day comes again. Until flowers bloom, please stay at that place for a bit longer, please stay there.”

Originally posted by jeonbase


Hoseok would panic every time he had to help you; he would be good at it but cry every time. He would hold your cheeks in the palms of his hands, stroking your temples with his fingertips and making you stare straight into his eyes.

“Just focus on me y/n. You will get through this, we will get through this. You have me and I will always help you.”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


Research. Namjoon would do a bunch of research on ways of how to calm you down so he would be calm and collected. He would sit you on his lap face to face and us all of the techniques that he saw online, breath tracking, distractions, safe place. He would be really helpful.

“Baby, think of your safe place. Our room at home, cuddled in all the blankets watching dramas and cuddling.”

Originally posted by daeguboy


Poor Jimin would panic and not know what to do at all. He wouldn’t cry like he felt like doing because he wanted to be strong for you so he would just hug you close, stroking your head and whispering how much he loved you into your hair because he didn’t know what else to do.

“How do you still look so beautiful when you cry? I love you so much.”

“You’re strong and you’ll get through this.”

Originally posted by harunyany


Taehyung would suddenly become super serious when he realised you were getting anxious. He would try to distract you by humming and talking about your future together once you’re married and how you will live happily ever after while holding you close but leaving you an appropriate amount of space.

“And we’ll have a dog… maybe 4, one for each kid? it would be so cute, don’t you think so y/n?”

Originally posted by averageoppa


When Jungkook would get a little anxious or upset because of work you would hold him into your chest while he cried and sing to him quietly, even though you didn’t have the best voice it would make him feel better. That was why when he saw you that was the first thing he thought he could do to help you.

“If only I had just one day, I want to peacefully fall asleep intoxicated with your sweet scent”

Originally posted by officialwookkibby


A request from an anon! I hope you like it :)

-Aylee <3

EXO Reaction when they see you write something about them in the sand while being at the beach together

So I decided to take a break from my hw and do this. Xo, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


Chanyeol:

*Sits on the sand and crawls next to you* “I love you jagi~ I love you so much… you are so cute, I don’t deserve you”

Kris:

*Gif* “Baobei.. that is so cute… our names in a heart.. why are you so adorable? My heart can’t handle it”

Sehun:

*Doesn’t say anything until late that day* “Why didn’t you tell me before? That you liked me that way… you know.. I’ve been trying to confess my feelings for a while… but I was scared you didn’t feel the same way”

Tao:

*Takes a video of you writing lovely things and uploads it* “Now you can’t deny you did that, you can’t deny you don’t love me. Everyone knows now. I love you too baby”

Kai:

*Forget about him saying something, he’ll just go and kiss you right there, in that moment until you can’t breathe* “No one is better than you jagi”

Xiumin:

*So happy* “Isn’t this funny? We both wrote the exact same thing, without knowing. There’s no question that our love is real”

Baekhyun:

*Gets so sentimental as you two sit next to each other and stare at the sunset* “Days like this make me realize how special it is… having you by my side”

Luhan:

“Maybe our names won’t stay in the sand forever… but the sea will remember, and so will we. We’ll be together forever baobei, I promise”

Chen:

“What are you doing there?!?!~ ohhh… jagi!! That is so sweet! It’s like we are in a tv drama! I love you baby~Come here, come to ChenChen”

Kyungsoo:

*He’ll come back every weekend to write the message you wrote that day, over and over again. So the world remembers, that your love is real, that you two will be one forever* “You guys go over there, let me do this alone okay?”

Lay:

“Do you. really think we’ll last forever? I do too baobei… I do too.. come here, let me hold you in my arms for a while”

Suho:

*He’ll come back later to add more stuff to what you wrote and draw* “Jagi? Why did you come back? Me? I wanted to add a cute message too… look, I wrote I love you too. I was shy to do it before, that’s why I came back”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

book starters [13]

                   ( CHUCK PALAHNIUK ) ( FIGHT CLUB ) ( WARNING : TRIGGERING THEMES )

  1. “It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.”
  2. “I don’t want to die without any scars.”
  3. “This is your life and its ending one moment at a time.”
  4. “You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.”
  5. “You are not your job, you’re not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet.”
  6. “You are not special.”
  7. “You’re not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.”
  8. “The things you used to own, now they own you.”
  9. “Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.”
  10. “Maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.”
  11. “Only after disaster can we be resurrected.”
  12. “Everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.”
  13. “We’ve all been raised believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t.”
  14. “Don’t you have other things to do?”
  15. “Prove you’re alive. If you don’t claim your humanity you will become a statistic.”
  16. “You have been warned.”
  17. “If you don’t know what you want, you end up with a lot you don’t.”
  18. “It’s not love or anything, but I think I like you, too.”
  19. “If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?”
  20. “Why did I cause so much pain?”
  21. “The lower you fall, the higher you’ll fly.”
  22. “Maybe self-improvement isn’t the answer, maybe self-destruction is the answer.”
  23. “May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect.”
  24. “Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head.”
  25. “We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.”
  26. “The girl is infectious human waste.”
  27. “I want to destroy everything beautiful I’ll never have.”
  28. “On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.”
  29. “If you could be either God’s worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose?”
  30. “It is like you’re never really awake; but you’re never really asleep.”
  31. “Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave.”
  32. “A moment is the most you could ever expect from perfection.”
  33. “The people you’re trying to step on, we’re everyone you depend on.”
  34. “You have to give up!”
  35. “Reject the basic assumptions of civilisation, especially the importance of material possessions.”
  36. “Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing.”
  37. “You have to realise that someday you will die, Until you know that, you are useless.”
  38. “A tiger can smile. A snake will say it loves you.”
  39. “Lies make us evil.”
  40. “If you died right now, how would you feel about your life?”
  41. “You always kill the one you love.”
  42. “Maybe we should always assume the worst.”
  43. “Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.”
  44. “Which is worse: Hell or nothing?”
  45. “A minute of perfection is worth the effort.”
  46. “You’re going to die, tonight. You might die in one second or in one hour, you decide.”
  47. “Lie to me. Tell me the first thing off the top of your head. Make something up.”
  48. “I don’t give a shit. I have a gun.”
  49. “I know who you are. I know where you live.”
  50. “Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of your life.”
  51. “My philosophy of life is that I can die at any moment. And the tragedy of my life is that I do not.”
  52. “Everything is so far away, a copy of a copy of a copy. You can’t touch anything and nothing can touch you.”
  53. “There are a lot of things we don’t want to know about the people we love.”
  54. “We just had a near-life experience.”
  55. “If people think you are dying, they give you their full attention. They listen instead of just waiting for their turn to speak.”
  56. “I am nothing, and not even that.”
  57. “This isn’t really death. —- We’ll be legend. We won’t grow old.”
  58. “Stop trying to control everything and just let go. Let go.”
  59. “The amazing miracle of death, when one second you’re walking and talking, and the next second you’re an object.”
  60. “Only if we’re caught and punished can we be saved.”

Title: Better Off Beautiful
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Peter Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: Self-hatred
Word Count: 1,090
Notes: Request from anon for “Helloooooooooo! I love your blog! I was wondering if you could write a Peter Maximoff fic based off ‘Better Off Dead’ by Sleeping With Sirens where the reader seriously (COMPLETELY) hates herslef and one day Peter just finds a notebook in her room where she has a long-ass list of things to hate about herself? Its a bit weird but could you maybe write this? Tysm!!😙😙” // Always remember that you should work towards loving yourself entirely on your own, rather than wishing for someone to come along and make it so. Everyone is beautiful and perfect in their own way, regardless of the opinions of others. I really hope this fic made you feel a bit better, but please remember that you must love yourself first and foremost. ♥

Originally posted by quicksilver-gifs

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Im good for a while
I’ll talk more, laugh more
Sleep and eat normally
But then something happenss
Like a switch turns off somewhere
And all im left with is the darkness of my mind but each time it seems like I sink deeper and deeper, drowning and no one can tell no one can help me and im scared, terrified that one day I won’t be make it back up
I feel like I am gasping
Screaming for help
But everyone just looks at me
With confused faces
Wondering what I am struggling over
When they are all doing fine
It makes me feel crazy
Maybe I’m better off dead

What the hell is wrong with me

wildfire.

not knowing how to breathe is one thing, not feeling your breath on my skin is quite another. not knowing how to live is one thing, not feeling your life intertwine with my messy hair and messy thoughts– who else do i laugh with? not knowing how to trust is one thing, not trusting anyone like how i’ve trusted you is something i’ll never be able to get used to. they say that death is just another adventure, have you been sending postcards? i see you in my sleep. forever young, a forever kind of kiss– these are the ways that i’ve been missing you. no one is home lately, they said that you’d come back. in the form of light hues of red, the sunrise has tried to remind me. these are the ways that you exist. not laughing enough to hurt my belly, you had a cheesy way of being funny. and i think that’s the thing about you. you were my kind of cheesy, shared with no one else. the shit that i’ll remember when i’ve inevitably moved on. it happens. such is life, am i right? not knowing how to swallow the pain like a pill prescribed for pain, you always reminded me to take my vitamins. you don’t need to be you, but you are everyday. my absolute, my eternal kind of wish. you now rest in my bones, you break into my heart in search for love letters. baby, i’ve got plenty. they say that death is always painless, the process isn’t, but the parts after– silence. i don’t know how to be myself without your laughter filling up my sky. do you remember? once upon a time when i first met you, forever young we were, forever young we’ll always be. it was late one night and there’s an open fountain that never sleeps in this coffee driven city. you crossed my eyes, and then you stayed in my thoughts like how a sweet dream will help you forget the nightmares. it was 4 a.m. and you said that it’s not safe to be out late, but in truth, i have never felt safer. you don’t need windows to be my home, you just needed to listen to my breathing and words. always the last one to speak, you cared about my day. always the first one to get my attention, always my sweetest part of goodnight. not knowing how to love ever again is nothing, not knowing where to find you is something bigger than myself. they say that true love does something to the soul, it’s like finding your favorite painting and being able to take it home. i’m not greedy, but it’s hard to share you with the world. i’m not a happy person, but you always knew how to make things better. the white and black parts of life, the good and bad parts of love. we can bicker, we may fight, but you always had my back. you were gentle and you were mine. not knowing how to hear words is one thing, not hearing your voice finishing up my thoughts is something i can’t find in this life. it’s simple, right? death means that you are gone. poof. like smoke. fireflies search for you. wildfire spreads from my thinking, you always liked to burn. you came home late one evening and i didn’t know where you had gone, so worry lives. surprise, surprise– enough flowers to last a lifetime. you went around town and said, you were looking for anything that reminds you of me. and that, you did. you came home with flowers that i’ve always known, but you came home with something deeper than a life with you. you came home with something i’ll never find again. and i might, but it’s not you– so is it really the same? i don’t need to hear you say that you love me, to know that you did. not knowing where to find you is one thing, but searching for you until my last breath– these are the ways that i’ve been missing you. and maybe, one day, this will be our rendezvous. in math, a line needs two points to exist. you were my point a and i was your point b– that little lifeline of ours was and will always be my finally happy. not knowing how to cry because i don’t know how to process that you’re gone is one thing, feeling the rain hit my cheeks without you wiping them off with a kiss is something i must keep in my memories.

First Day of School

The last part of the Summer Masterposts series

I know I haven’t done much on this series, but I think it’s time to inform you all about getting ready for the first day of school! Here is my best advice as to how to be prepared:

  1. Study a bit of the content before it is taught. What I like to sometimes do is go on khanacademy or look into the textbooks I am assigned and just quickly read on what we’re going to learn. Or, you could do entire lessons! The more you know, the merrier.
  2. Ask other people who took the class how it was like. Sometimes all you need is to ask someone that’s had experience. Questions like, “was the course rigorous?”, “how are assignments graded?”, and “was the learning experience fun?” can definitely help you.
  3. Get supplies early. Don’t be distracted from all the cutesy folders and stickers and whatnot the day before your school starts. Plan ahead, get the essentials, and worry about the little things later. Or, you could get the bare necessities for the first few days of class, then go out and buy supplies (depending if your teacher requires binders, dividers, etc.)
  4. Find a good bag! Make sure that it’s going to last through the year! Invest in a bag that suits your needs, but also has a good quality. Jansport and Kanken are really good options!
  5. Reduce, reuse, recycle. Don’t throw away your half-used notebooks. Just tear out the old pages, and you can use it for scratch work, a class that doesn’t use notebooks often, or make a personal journal! Use other school supplies around your house too- save ya money!
  6. Pick your outfits the day before. I honestly do this every day as a routine. I don’t worry about if my outfit goes together and whatnot because I already know! And, if you’re really unsure about choosing an outfit, quickly wear a bunch before deciding. Better than knowing last minute.
  7. Get your breakfast things ready, just in case. Especially on the first day of school, your sleep schedule might not be fully set, or maybe you forgot to hit snooze. Make sure you set out everything on the counter so that all you need to do is whip everything together and get out the door.
  8. Set two different alarms. I have one on my Fitbit and one on my actual alarm. One may work, one may not. There are even some cases that both won’t work! My two alarms are only ten minutes apart, so even if I missed the first one, there’s always a backup.
  9. Organize as much as you can. Every month, I clean out my bag and put all extra papers, finished units and chapters, and tests in separate piles in a small box. Not only does it clean your bag, it also provides a safe place to put all your worksheets and papers so that you don’t lose anything. Plus, if you have finals at the end of the year, you’ve already got the resources!
  10. Don’t sweat it! It’s only the first day of school. Live for the experiences! It can be hard to not get worked up on things, but honestly, we’ll all get over it!

Hopefully this helped you guys! And thank you all for the love and support for my Summer Masterposts series! And here’s to another great school year! 


More on the Summer Masterposts series:

IntroductionWhat to do During Summer DIY summer crafts  • Summer Life Hacks 

I think one thing I’d like to see on FR would be birthday bonuses for individual players. Like, just a nice side function to make someone’s day even better.
You can get one or two extra turns at gathering, and bigger bonuses for that one day. Hey! Extra discounts for the day at the MP and lair expansions!
Maybe you also get a chest in your hoard! Maybe better than a gilded chest? Like the items are even better? But it can’t leave your account. You can choose to stick it in your vault and not open it, but you can’t just sell the chest off.
I dunno, I feel like it’d just be a nice thing to have that makes players feel more thought about and cared for by the staff

remmythepegasis  asked:

Prompt: Logan don't believe in superstitions like "broken a mirror - 7 years of bad luck". Prince and Anxiety want to make him believe in superstitions so they decided to be sneaky and make fun of Logic. Their actions make the frightened Logan want to take off the curse. And he goes to Morality for help. What can breake a curse? A KISS!

Being the kind of trait he was, only focusing on facts and what scientific things, Logan was never one to believe in superstitions. They didn’t make any sense. There was no way there could be any correlation between random actions and your luck. Stepping on a crack couldn’t possibly cause one’s mother to break her back. Stepping under a latter in no way negatively affected how the rest of your day would go. Holding your breath while passing a cemetery definitely didn’t add seven years to your life. But his disbelief in superstitions vanished one day thanks to a mirror.

“Logan, be a doll and fetch my hand mirror, would you?” Roman said.

Logan had been through this scenario too many times before to argue. Instead, he just got up from his seat and went to get Roman’s mirror. On his way back to the kitchen a shout from one of the other sides startled him so much that he dropped the mirror. He cringed as it clattered to the floor, shattering into a million pieces.

“Dang it!” he said, going to get a dust pan and broom to clean up the mess before anyone got hurt by the tiny shards.

“What happened?” Roman said, poking his head in the room. “I heard a crash.”

“Apologies, but I have accidentally dropped your mirror,” Logan said, sweeping up the mess.

“Have a fun next seven years,” Virgil mumbled, stepping into the room.

“Sorry about that, Roman,” Logan said.

“It’s no bother, I have at least twenty others,” Roman assured him. “What you really need to worry about is the bad luck coming your way.”

“What are you talking about?” Logan questioned.

“Don’t you know? If you break a mirror, the next seven years will be your worst nightmare,” Virgil warned with a devious smirk.

“Preposterous,” Logan scoffed. “That’s just a silly superstition. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Virgil said, he and Roman sharing a mischievous look.

“Whatever you say,” Logan shrugged.

Later that day, while Logan was standing over the sink, washing his plate and reading a very interesting book, Princey purposely bumped into him, causing the book he was reading to fall into the sink. The water was still running so the pages got completely soaked.

“Seems like that bad luck is starting up,” Roman said as Logan retrieved his book.

“No, that was simply one unfortunate event. It has nothing to do with your mirror,” Logan insisted.

While Roman was busy downstairs with Logan and his book, Virgil was in the logical trait’s bathroom, replacing his bottle of shampoo with an empty one and doing the same with all other containers in his shower. While he was at it, he also put a rip in his towel.

Roman snuck onto his laptop and disorganized some of his files.

Virgil gave him a cracked cup that leaked all over his shirt at dinner.

By the end of the day, all Logan wanted to do was collapse onto his bed and just sleep forever. Unfortunately, his pajamas were all dirty—though he swore yesterday he had at least three clean pairs—meaning he would have to sleep in his clothes and he just now noticed the huge coffee stain on his sheets.

He put his dirty pajamas and sheets in the wash, thinking he might as well, and went back to his room to sleep on the bare mattress. Before he got to his door, he bumped into Patton.

“Hey, Logan!” the fatherly trait said cheerfully. “Why are you still in your clothes this late?”

“My pajamas are all dirty, so I have to sleep in my clothes, but I doubt I will get any sleep because I need to clean my sheets as well,” Logan explained.

“Well, would you like to sleep with me in my room?” Patton offered. “I can let you borrow one of my pairs of pajamas.”

“That would be great, thank you,” Logan said with a small smile. Patton had this way of making everything better. It seemed he could fix anything, although Logan knew that wasn’t possible.

Speaking of not possible, Logan was beginning to doubt his previous stance on superstitions being impossible to be true. His day had been significantly worse than usual. Maybe there was something to this mirror thing.

The next morning, Logan pulled a fresh shirt off its hanger, pulling all of the other shirts with it. He watched in disbelief as all of his other shirts crumpled on the floor.

Patton hated to see Logan so disgruntled, so he went to Roman and Virgil to find out how to lift his bad luck curse.

“I just hate seeing him like this,” Patton said as he, Roman, and Virgil sat on his bed.

“Well, there’s no way to fix it,” Virgil said with a shrug, though he knew eventually he and Roman would lay off the guy.

“Actually,” Roman countered, a bright smile on his face. “There is one way.” Virgil raised an eyebrow at his fellow trait, wondering what he could be getting at.

“Really? Please tell me! I want Logan to be happy,” Patton said.

“Logan’s bad luck will be reversed if, and only if, he receives a true love’s kiss,” Roman claimed. Virgil grinned at this. Both he and Roman thought those two would be adorable together.

“But how am I supposed to find his true love?” Patton whimpered.

“Don’t you see, Patton,” Roman said, taking the fatherly trait’s hands. “You are his true love.” Patton immediately turned read.

“M-me?” he questioned. The others nodded.

“Yes, so all you have to do is kiss Logan and all will be well again,” Roman claimed.

“Okay,” Patton said nervously, getting up to find Logan. As soon as he was gone, Virgil and Roman high fived.

Patton found Logan sitting on the couch in the living room, looking gloomier than Patton had ever seen him. He took a seat next to him and wrapped comforting arms around him in a hug.

“I just wish I knew how to break this curse,” Logan mumbled.

“I know how to,” Patton said shyly. Logan looked up.

“Really?” he asked hopefully.

“Yeah, Roman told me how,” Patton said.

“How?” Logan asked desperately.

“Well…” Patton said, awkwardly looking at his lap. “You have to… Uh, we gotta… I…” Patton gave up on his incoherent mumbles and just went for it, pressing his lips against the others. The kiss was very quick, as Patton was afraid Logan would hate it, but when he looked into his eyes again, he found no sign of resentment or disgust, just surprise and… love.

“There, you’re cured,” Patton said quickly before standing up to run back to his room. Before he could leave, however, Logan grabbed his arm and pulled him back toward him, kissing him again. This kiss lasted longer and had much more passion than the first. It was the best thing either trait had ever experienced.

And now, anytime Logan has a bad day, Patton will kiss him and say, “There, you’re cured!”

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~August/Amanda

anonymous asked:

Today has been an awful day. Can you doodle something cute for me to help me feel better?

Dear sweet anon, I wanted to make you a really nice piece of art, but I’m so sleepy that I keep doing that silly lil head-bounce thing. You know the one.

So here is a sketch of a smol chibi Host to cheer you up. 

I think I’m gonna make an “honorable mentions” section on the Markiplier Positivity Pieces page, because this definitely doesn’t count as one, but it’s Mark related AND positive, so, y’know. If someone was like, “I just want to hecking see some Mark stuff that makes me happy,” it’s all in one place.

I’m sleepy babbling now. Sorry, lovely.

I do hope you have a better day, and if not, I hope you have the courage to believe that better days will come.


(I’m also going to tag @markired here, because I know they love this lil cinnamon bun. The more people I can maybe make smile, the better!)

anonymous asked:

So we know (more or less) what the Paladin's good qualities are, but what do you think are their worst traits?

Oooh fun question!

Shiro - Condescending, I think is the right word?  Maybe run of the mill arrogant, but a specific kind.  Shiro think he knows better than what people say.  This kind of confidence is good in the field where he can make snap choices and feel strongly about them, but in a day to day it’s painful.  Not only do you get the nasty situations where Shiro decides no one is being honest about their opinions to him (because they don’t agree with his preconceived notions), he also has a tendency to decide things for people, like if they need company or to be left alone.  The worst part is that he’s pretty often right, so it’s all the harder to change his mind when he is wrong.

Pidge - Defensive as all hell.  She takes offense far quicker than is necessarily reasonable and has a mean streak about it.  Tends to over-analyze what people say to the point of completely twisting it into something they didn’t at all mean, and has never encountered the definition of ‘Occam’s Razor’.  Worse, she has a tendency to seek retribution for the perceived slight.

Hunk - His fears can make him selfish.  For the most part, he’d rather withdraw than engage, would rather follow than rebel, even when he knows it’s wrong.  This has changed somewhat, but it’s still a temptation under his skin.  A desire to get away and go somewhere safe and just let the enemy win this round.  Part of him gives up too easily, let’s things go when there’s still a fighting chance because the fear of failure is strong.

Lance - Similar to Pidge in that he has a tendency to imagine offense, but he tends to imagine motivations for people.  This doesn’t necessarily have to be in an angry way, but it often is, like how he imagined and entire rivalry with Keith.  He’ll day dream up what someone is like, and then has that idea of them in his head for months after and be wrong-footed and upset when they aren’t like that.  This especially rears up for Keith and Shiro, who he imagined as incredibly different from reality but occasionally tries to treat them like that (or, in Keith’s case, don’t try not to)

Keith - Keith’s drive is a PROBLEM.  He is completely unreasonable in response to an internal, sometimes irrational goal.  He’ll push himself way to hard, push others too far, ignore responsibilities and completely snub the rest of the world in terms of matching his imaginary standards.  Also doesn’t understand that other people don’t completely throw themselves into anything they’re interested in, so gets frustrated when people aren’t putting in the same amount of effort

anonymous asked:

Ignis chuckles and gently comforts you. "There now, Hypaa. It isn't a reason for you to be so upset. As I said, I'll always love you." He cuts a slice of the cake for you and sets it down with a glass of milk and a fork. "I understand Noctis is very attractive and it's completely alright if you've fallen into the Hell that he harbors. But remember, I'll always be here for you to find again." He reassures, sitting down at the table and watching you eat lovingly.

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You deserve better than the whole world. I will raze dimensions for your happiness. I will challenge any god, any entity, in any universe for your proper due. I will … hold up this shit is the bomb.com *shoves a chunk of cake in mouth, swallows* I will create the strongest pacts with the primordial fabrics that hold this very existence together in order to manifest you long enough to actually send you to make an Ignis thot’s day. T R U S T.

Who says that being in service to our king makes you unworthy? I’m hardly so petty that I cannot share such a beauty as you on occasion… for crown and country, of course. - Ignis

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This is why Ignis hell is eternal. That right there. He is selfless and perfect and O M G *puts empty plate aside*
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I wonder what happened. What made you change ways, what caused you to act this way. Was it my fault again? Was it too much? Too little? You - you have made me believe I was enough, you made me cling on the words you’ve said, have they got no meaning to you now? Some days I have this game that I play inside my head. If I should stay or should I go. And the funny thing is that I always have this little thoughts saying “just one more day” because maybe it’ll go back to where we used to, maybe it’ll change, maybe it’ll get better, maybe it’s just a phase. And the longer I make myself believe it is just that, the longer you prove to me that it won’t, apparently, you do these things that subtly say: it’s not enough.

This December I’m planning on letting you go, but it’s like the wind on a cold day—it sends a chill that makes my heart beat faster, the goosebumps and shivers part of that exhilaration.

Think of it like this—I take off on long runs and I still come back to the place we met, replaying memories like old film reels in my head. They’re already tinged with sepia, one year ago and it feels like forever.

Do you play them back, too? Do you ever miss the way we used to make each other laugh? Do you miss us?
Because lately all I do is think about where I was a year ago, meeting you for the first time and making you laugh, and talking so fast that we ran out of breath.

I miss you this December.
And I don’t want to miss you. Leaving has become less of a distant daydream and more of a reality, and the only certain thing now is that neither of us will be where we are now. The new year will separate us, finally sever that last thread linking us together. And I don’t want to hurt.

I don’t want to miss you like this. Like late night poetry, and the dizziness of a blow to the head whenever you walk by without a glance. I don’t want to be the girl who can’t let go of something she lost a long time ago, or begrudge you any happiness you might find.
I don’t want to miss you like a weight on my chest, like a physical thing resting behind my eyes, watching you as though from far away, watching you recede like my hometown in my rearview mirror.

This December I am letting you go, I tell myself. I cloak myself in ‘I don’t care,’ put up shields of nonchalance and make excuses about work like I can’t be bothered. This December I want to be better.

And maybe one day I will forget about you, like I forgot the first boy I fell in love with. Maybe one day it won’t hurt to see you, like claws raking across my chest. Maybe I’ll get to a place where I’m okay with you walking out of my life. Maybe I’ll be okay.

But what if I don’t want to let you go? What if the idea of forgetting you fills me with incredible remorse? What if I’m tired of breaking my own heart?
What if I’m tired of the pressure of plans and scraping my heart out, of replaying old memories and telling myself I can’t want you anymore?

What if I’m tired of just okay?

What if this December, I’m just yours?

—  jasminawritespoetry, ‘December’ 

transmlmadventures  asked:

how would the dads tell their kids about their relationship with ds?

Daddy Thomas here! This is a pretty widely asked question, so I’ll go ahead and give my headcanons.

Brian🎣
“Daisy? You know that nice man who goes fishing with us sometimes?”
“The one you always blush over? Yeah.”
“Well… he’s going to be spending a lot more time with us.”
“I know, Dad. ‘Manda told me you guys were going out.”
“I thought it was a surprise!”
“Nothing gets past me, Pops.”
“Of course. I raised you right.”

Damien🦇
“Lucien…”
“I’m trying to zone in, /dad/. What do you want?”
“Listening to music to vicious for your eardrums does not count as zoning in. Anyway, I have successfully courted the new man living in our dainty cul-de-sac.”
“Have you now? How’d you manage that?”
“Through a series of meticulous greetings and sincere-”
“You showed him the shelter.”
“Why do you despise me, my son?”

Craig🏃🏻
“Alright girls! Time to get our ball on! Oh! Before I forget, my roommate from college is going to be a more permanent roommate from now on.”
“Shut up and grab a bat, Dad!”

Hugo📚

“Ernest, your attention for a moment please. No, this is not about schoolwork, but rather, it is about more psychological aspects. You know Amanda’s father… well… he and I have begun seeing each other. Romantically. As partners. And I… I know you aren’t very open to that but you’ll have to be, seeing as one day you may just have two fathers. I’m putting my foot down with this. I don’t want any snarky comments or sarcastic eye rolls.”


Robert🥃

“I know I’m not your favorite person… but please don’t hang up. Please. I want… I want you to come visit me- No please sweetheart don’t start yelling I just. I’ve met someone. I’ve met someone who makes me want to be better and happier and make a better connection with you. I know I’ve lost my chance, but honey, he’s such a good man. A good father as well. Maybe he can give you all the things I never could. Come see me. Him.”

Joseph🛳

“Would you to turn away so I can say this without being afraid for my soul? Thank you. Amanda’s blessed father and I are now seeing each other. We are happy and he is proud to have you all as possible future step children. Let us bake.”

Mat🎶

“Carmensita?”
“Yeah, Pops?”
“Turn the music down a bit… I have to talk to you.”
“Oh shoot… what’d I do?”
“Nothing! Nothing like that, baby girl. I just wanted to let you know that I’m seeing someone.”
“Seeing…? Should I call a therapist?”
“Romantically. I’m seeing someone romantically.”
“Ooooohhhhh. Who?”
“Dadsona.”
“But… what about-”
“I’m not replacing her. I’m just moving on… you’re getting older and we both know I’ll need some help taking care of you. And I haven’t been happy. But he makes me happy, and he wants to help me. Us.”
“…Okay dad. But tell me if he stops making you happy so I can send him threatening letters.”
“Ha hah… will do kiddo.”

Yours, Daddy Thomas