Tomorrow [6/4/18] is a sad day for Noragami fans because it’s the first anniversary of the day Noragami was confirmed to be on hiatus. It’s also a happy day for gays because Love, Simon will be released internationally in cinemas.
So tomorrow is a bittersweet day for gay Noragami fans.
I hate this situation, and how we are. I am like Icarus, and you are the sun, all I want is to soar towards you and feel your warmth but in the end all you do is cause me to melt, to make things more difficult for me in the end. Should I continue to soar towards you and feel the warmth I crave until I melt completely, or should I fly too low and get swallowed by the sea, with its cold and unimaginable size?
Ode-To-Writing While writing this, an image I saw from one of my favorite artists, Picolo-kun popped into my head, so please feel free to check out his stuff. While I did draw inspiration from him, I still kept the concept and the whole message original, so I hope you enjoy!
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I hate that I wake up feeling super sexual everyday. Like I either wanna send nudes or I’m always wishing I could find a bf already to actually play with me in the morning. Being perpetually single blows.
I don’t want to get married. I don’t believe that love actually lasts forever. I wouldn’t want to wake up one day and find divorce papers next to me instead of my husband.
This thought would haunt me everyday if I did get married. I’m a broken person held together with tape and glue. A divorce would shatter me completely beyond the point of healing.
Based on a tumblr imagine: What if Jon and you were friends, but he wanted to be more. Jon sees you flirting with Robb and preferring his company. So, Jon thinks you don’t care about him at all. That is until a certain, mischievous Stark tells you the true feelings that Jon has for you.
The day was going on as usual. Merchants sold their wares,
and commoners were doing their daily work. You weren’t wearing much of a coat
considering you already felt warm from the unusually warm day in Winterfell.
You just finished the last of your daily chores and it was midday.
you thought to yourself. You were the baker’s daughter. You didn’t do much of
the heavy lifting because your brothers took care of that, but your father knew
how talented and creative you really were. You loved baking and creating new
pies for him and his shop. The shop has been busier than usual due to the
upcoming feast the Starks will be having in three days’ time, so creating pies
was not a priority.
you were stuck doing the usual daily chores. Heating up the ovens in the early
mornings, collecting eggs from market, and other things were your sole
responsibility. It took you till the early afternoon to get things done, but
since you had extra time on your hands, you decided to go see one of your
dearest friends in Winterfell.
through the castle gates always put a certain rush through you. The castle
itself was massive and thick. It was as warm as it was intimidating. People
were bustling about and talking about either daily gossip or the warm day. Two
children rushed past you. It wasn’t until three seconds later you realized it
was Ayra and Bran. You chuckled and shook your head.
fast, aren’t they?” Jon said as he snuck up behind you.
they get faster every time I see them,” you smiled.
you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be doing chores?” Jon gave you a
them early,” you smiled at him again. “I thought I would come and see you.” Jon
gave you a big grin. Usually he frowned and sulked, but when you are around him
he smiled more. It made you feel special.
glad you said that because there’s someone I want you to meet,” Jon grabbed
your hand and both of you weaved through the servants of Winterfell. Dodging
left and right, both of you moved like a team. Each of you responding to each
other’s slight touch. It wasn’t too long ago that you ran around like Ayra and
Bran did. However, you both learned how to move around people unlike the Stark
been friends with Jon since you were children. Lady Catelyn was always
welcoming of other children playing with her own, however Jon was swept aside.
When there was ‘proper’ things to do, you snuck Jon out of the castle (as if
Lady Catelyn noticed) and you both stole some bread from your father’s shop
(that he did notice) and explored where you could. Now, you both didn’t have
time for childhood fantasies. Jon and you were growing up and fast.
but excited you followed Jon inside the kennels. He ran to the second to last
kennel and motioned for you to come over. As he opened the cage, you eyed the
bigger dogs kept inside the cages. They looked hungry, but you knew they meant
no harm to you. You turned towards Jon and you saw him holding a ball of snow
fur in his arms.
want you to meet Ghost,” Jon said. The small direwolf pup lifted his head. Your
mouth dropped to the floor.
Is it really a direwolf? Where did you find him? What? He’s so cute!” You said
that all in the same breath. You held out your hands to hold Ghost. Ghost’s
white fur was warm in your hands and his cold nose nuzzled your face when he
sniffed it. You started giggling at the sensation. He wriggled and squirmed in
your arms, but he was easy to manage because he was so small.
“We found a
whole litter in the forest today. Six of them. Ghost is the runt of them,” Jon
there’s more?” You instantly replied back, eyes wide. Jon chuckled.
Jon’s smile turned into a frown. “It is a shame though. When we found them,
their mother’s body was lying dead next to them.” You gasped.
That’s awful,” you cuddled Ghost closer to you. “Good thing, you found them.
Lord Stark is letting you keep them right? He’s not going to make you turn them
loose all by themselves is he?”
not. We do get to keep them,” Jon lowered his voice. “As long as we walk them,
bathe them, train them, and feed them ourselves.” You chuckled in response of
Jon’s mockery of his father. Jon scratched Ghost’s ears. You looked down into
the direwolf pup’s face. Ghost licked your cheek. You smiled, but frowned while
you thought about the mother this pup and its siblings lost. Jon put his hand
on your shoulder. You looked up to him and saw a serious face.
life,” he said. “But, if you still feel bad, you can be his mother.” Jon smiled
at you the way he always does, and you felt your stomach flip with joy.
can be his father right?” You smiled at Jon with the same enthusiasm. Jon
stepped closer to you, and he reached for your right arm.
Robb came strolling into the kennel with his direwolf trotting behind. Jon
dropped his hand immediately. “I see you’ve met our new family members. This is
Grey Wind.” You set Ghost down, and opened your arms for Grey Wind. He was much
bigger than Ghost with grey hair. As you scratched his ears, he rolled onto his
back for you.
likes me!” You exclaimed.
does,” Robb smiled. It seemed the Stark boys were happy with their new furry
responsibilities. “You’re here early, don’t you usually come around the
has kicked me out of the kitchen to prepare for the feast coming up. It seems
he only wants serious bakers in his kitchen today.” You responded. Jon
scrunched up his face and responded.
father kicked you ou—
are a serious baker, (Y/N). Surely, your father knows that right?” Robb
interrupted. “Sansa adores your lemon cakes. It’s a shame he kicked you out
alright, Robb,” you said as you touched Robb’s shoulder. Jon felt his heart
“If you say
so. Now, Theon and I were going to go teach Grey Wind how to fetch. Would you
guys like to come along?” Before Jon could answer, you spoke.
we would!” You started. “Let’s not waste today. Come on, Ghost. Come to mommy!”
Robb and you left the kennels with Grey Wind and Ghost trailing behind. Jon
took a deep breath and followed in annoyance.
fluffy stephew au where one of them works at a flower shop, please?
Matt thought the new tattoo parlour across the street was… odd at best and completely incompatible at the least. The neighbourhood was about as edgy as one expected a place that boasted a cafe, bookstore, and Matthew’s flower shop to be. All in all, it lacked the kind of mood he’d associate with a tattoo parlour. But ever since the place opened last week, he’d seen countless people walking in and out of the building as he set about arranging bouquets and, well, spying on his new neighbour. Sue him, it was the closest Matthew had ever been to anything that didn’t directly relate to pastel flowers and satin ribbons. So clearly it had to be doing well?
An explanation for the success came in the form of a customer. A man had come in two days ago to get some flowers (soft blue daisies with baby’s breath, a nice choice in Matt’s opinion) and had shown him the tattoo he’d gotten at the parlour a few days earlier. Even with his limited experience, Matthew could tell it was beautifully done. The sketchy outlines of the crows seemed to flap off the man’s skin, their eyes were dark and full of intelligence and he half expected the feathers to rustle as he leaned in to take a closer look. ‘Maybe I should get a tattoo.’ He’d quietly mused after the man left, only for a ringing phone calling for a birthday arrangement to steal his attention away from the mysterious tattoo parlour.
Speaking of, Matt found his scattered midday thoughts whisked away as his front door opened and the cheery alert bell went off. “Welcome to The Garden, how may I-?” His usual mindless greeting was cut short as he saw who had walked in; she was about his age, dressed in paint splattered jeans, a black tank top, and leather boots. Her long, dark brown hair was pulled back into a messy bun and studded with pencils. Almost immediately, Matthew was captivated by the vibrant tattoos that covered her arms and arched across her shoulders. Carefully coloured drawings of Zelda characters and beautiful swatches of backgrounds he recognized from the franchise decorated her skin and drew his eye to the triforce emblazoned on her collarbone that was so detailed, it almost looked as if she has somehow inked herself with actual gold.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” The gentle tease made Matt tear his eyes away and he felt the floor under his feet shift as he saw dark red lips quirked in a smile, a nose wrinkled slightly from the strong scent of pollen and soil that he barely noticed anymore, and two brown eyes outlined in thick, smudged eyeliner that were brimming with laughter. ‘Oh.’ Matthew thought, his heart beating a little harder and his palms sweating.
“Sorry! I don’t mean to stare I just… I like your tattoos.” He managed to stammer out, his heart rate skyrocketing as she approached his counter and seemed to lazily sprawl her upper body across it. “Zelda fan?” The woman asked, raising an eyebrow and resting her chin on the palms of her hands. It was all Matthew could do to nod mutely as she nodded in approval. “Cool. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Stephanie Cordato, I run the new parlour across the street and I wanted to come grab some flowers to spruce the place up.” Stephanie held out a hand and Matt took a moment to admire her red nail polish and multitude of rings and bracelets before he shook it, praying she could feel how sweaty it was. “Matthew Patrick. Nice to meet you.” He said, his mouth going dry as she smiled wider. “I think I have some cool coloured roses you might be interested in.”
No one's talking about how Phil says he doesn't like talking to people before he's eaten breakfast but he and Dan wait to eat breakfast and watch anime together
hahaha i mean the top thing in the dan and phil tag rn is @huphilpuffs‘s amazing gifset that is literally alluding to this exact facterino :) it’s def been cute every time phil has mentioned being grumpy/hangry in the mornings (and dan has mentioned it too) to imagine that these anime breakfasts just involve them sitting in silence and watching their show while allowing themselves to wake up, and that phil isnt really a fully functioning person until they’ve got at least a few episodes under their belts each day. and of course dan knows this full well and cant hold an actual conversation with him till about midday lmao