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The New Sugar List: 47 Songs to Inspire You

I created the sugar list out of need. I needed to songs to get ready to, to boost my confidence to, to remember why I had decided to go pro in the first place. Once I started the list, I found myself listening to and discovering new songs to add to the list. It’s an ever growing monster that I hope you enjoy. There are some songs that would be perfect on this playlist that I avoided because I had exhausted their appeal to me and others because I didn’t like the artist or the message they were providing. This list is just a jumping off point. Tweak it to your hearts content. 

  1. Whatever You Like- T.I.- Perhaps one of the first songs I ever heard that talked about sugaring. It’s still a dream. A man that will look me in the eye and say I can have whatever I like? Please, sugar gods, please. 
  2. 6 Inch- Beyonce- Walk in the club like nobody’s business….
  3. Pay Me- Miguel- …and tell them to pay you. 
  4. Normally I Get It-Lola Wolf- This song is SO me as a newbie. Improvising, taking advice I should have ignored, wondering how it all went wrong. It’s an excellent reminder of how far I’ve come and an opportunity to laugh at the past. 
  5. Lemme Get That- Rihanna- Her Excellency appears on this list five or six times. There’s a reason for that. This song in particular has always warmed my heart. There was a time when I was breaking up and making up over furniture.
  6. Bandz a Make Her Dance- Juicy J- Because, yes, bandz will make me do things that I wouldn’t do otherwise. Like pay attention to you. 
  7. Can’t Tell Me Nothing- Kanye West- This is my reminder that I’m not sugaring for accessories. I’m trying to better myself. To get certain things that will advance me towards my goal. To build a business that will get my money so right, I’ll only have men around for giggles. 
  8. Money Make Her Smile- Bruno Mars- Well, this isn’t a lie. 
  9. Work B**ch- Britney Spears- It’s my alarm to get up in the morning. It’s my reminder that this life isn’t easy
  10. Pour It Up- Rihanna- A reminder not to be afraid to get what I want. He could leave me tomorrow but I’ve still got these gifts and I know I can find someone to get me more.
  11. Glamorous- Fergie- If you aint got no money take your broke ass home. Thanks
  12. Maneater- Nelly Furtado- Because after some time spent fumbling, I’ve figured out what type of seducer I am. Men beware. 
  13. Raining Men- Rihanna- I could dwell on my failures or I could recognize that there’s more than one rich man out there and get another.
  14. Murder- Justin Timberlake- The self esteem boost I need when I can’t get my eyebrows right.
  15. Luxurious- Gwen Stefani- You worked so hard to get an SD and now you have. You worked so hard on your profile and gathered the courage to go on a POT date. Celebrate
  16. Love ‘Em All- K. Michelle- When my vanilla friends ask how I can go from man to man so quickly, this is the song that starts playing in my head
  17. Faithful- Drake- This song doesn’t really belong on this list but when I heard Amber Rose saying that she just liked really expensive shit, well I had to add it. 
  18. She Knows- Ne-Yo- I didn’t quite understand the concept of owning your sex appeal, of never apologizing for it. I get it now. 
  19. Throw Sum Mo- Rae Sremmurd- If you’ve got cash who or what should you be spending it on besides me? Throw some mo.
  20. Shawty is Da Sh*!- The- Dream- Yes, actually, I am. 
  21. All N My Grill- Missy Elliott- To the men who want to text and email and date the women they met on SD sites but don’t want to do the one thing that the site says they should be doing. Why aren’t they paying bills?
  22. She Wants to Move- N.E.R.D. - When it’s time for me to leave you, when it’s time for me to dance, you don’t need to come with me, daddy.
  23. Paper Planes- M.I.A. - All I want to do is take your money? Sounds accurate
  24. Got It- Marian Hill- My reminder that the things I have, the things I bring to the table can’t be bought or stolen by any man. There isn’t enough money in the world
  25. My Love is Like…Wo- Mya- This is not a lie. I will change your life. You will crawl back to me over and over again because of what I provided.
  26. Feeling Myself- Nicki Minaj- Because I am, I am feeling myself. It’s hard work but I’m successfully doing what I said I was going to do. 
  27. Bitch Better Have My Money- Rihanna- Does this honestly need an explanation? While I’ll never be posting allowance shots, I want what I was told I could have when I was told I would have it. 
  28. Plastic Bag- Drake & Future- I do deserve it, yes. 
  29. About the Money- T.I.- His second feature on this list and perhaps one of the more obvious songs. If it aint about the money, why are we speaking? What else could you possibly offer?
  30. Mascara- Jazmine Sullivan- Perhaps the song that speaks the most blatantly about life as a sugar baby on this list and the song that I think should be the sugar baby anthem, it’s a reminder to always stay well dressed, always stay ready for more. 
  31. The Boys- Nicki Minaj and Cassie- They’ll always spend money when they think there is love. 
  32. Guap- Big Sean- If you’ve ever gotten anon hate, dirty looks when you’re out in public, or patronizing conversations with friends that couldn’t begin to do what you do: I need you to blast this song. 
  33. Conceited (There’s Something About Remy)- Remy Ma- The attitude you need to have when they say you aren’t good enough and walk away, announce they don’t desire you, or try to lowball you. 
  34. Afford My Love-Dreezy-  The truth is, salty salts, you can’t afford me. This is not my problem.
  35. Money Over Love- Bilal- Money over love cause the best things in life aint free. 
  36. The Morning- The Weeknd- The money is the motive
  37. Spoiled- Wale- The song opens with Wale affectionately saying “with your spoiled ass”. I laughed. I am spoiled. Why shouldn’t I be?
  38. Anaconda- Nicki Minaj- A reminder that a man can want you for your body. Do you know what you want him for? Cause he buys you Balmain?
  39. Ex’s & Oh’s-Elle King- They always want to cum but they never want to leave (or pay).
  40. Sally-Bibi Bourelly- They don’t understand us. Hate, jealousy, and fear are better. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t dance. Let me see you rock little Sally.
  41. Back Up-Dej Loaf- Yeah, I made you feel good but…why are you blowing up my phone? Is there money? No? Back up off me. 
  42. Nun for Free-Zonnique- We don’t do nothing for free. Amen, amen.
  43. Nothing is Promised- Mike Will Made-It & Rihanna- You can lose it as quickly as you got it. Be smart
  44. Rich-K. Michelle- The only way to solve rich people problems? Get richer. Grind ladies
  45. Sex With Me- Rihanna- If I could play this song every time I’m asked if I’m a sexual person…the time I could save.
  46. No Scrubs-TLC- No explanation needed. They knew.
  47. Buy the World- Mike Will Made-It- What you think we out here hustling for? We’re just trying to buy the world and do the impossible.

What would you add to this list? Do you have any favorite songs that you get ready to take over the world (or a wallet) to?

dave ubercharge’s really good meme baking tutorial

i serve the people.

i usually use paint, photoshop cs6, and paint tool sai, but you can do this on just ps. the reason i also use sai is to speed up the ‘saving as jpeg multiple times’ thing, and i think sai’s low quality jpeg is lower quality than ps’. without further ado:

1. pick the text. this is the most important step, of course. for this tutorial, i will be using the text ‘my nipples are fucking frozen’. i said this in a competitive match once when i was very cold. we still won.

2. pick a relevant image to use as the background. you can also use a solid colour or whatever else you want, but i think images are funnier. i’m gonna use a picture of a blizzard from google images (filtered ‘labelled for reuse with modification’).

3. apply the text to the image. i do this on paint because i’m fucking lazy and the kinda but kinda not anti-aliased text edges are funny to me. you can do this on photoshop. i use large size (large being relative to the image) bolded and italicized arial.

i gave myself a bit more canvas space for the next step.

4. apply the same text on top in a darker/lighter colour. i like putting it to the upper left of the original text. with ps, you can just fiddle around with the 2nd text layer to get it in the right position. with paint, you might have to try wiggling the text box a few times. it’s a waste of time compared to ps but for me, it’s just a part of the process making the end product funnier.

make sure your text is visible on top of the image! if it’s not, no biggie, use the fill bucket or just try different colours.

5. apply an overlay on top if desired. red is funny, but it doesn’t really work with what i want on this specific image, so i’m gonna use blue. it doesn’t really matter because the following steps are gonna ruin the colours anyway.

i used a light blue with linear burn. i saved it as a .jpeg after this.

remember to have lowest quality. even on this small version, you can see the start to the terrible things this image is going to endure!

6. here’s the fun part! you can mix these steps up, but i’ll just show how i more or less usually do it. go to filter > sharpen > smart sharpen. you can fiddle with the sliders and whatever.

save the image as a .jpeg again.

7. go to filter > blur > motion blur OR filter > blur > radial blur. motion blur is the diagonal (or up/down, or left/right) blur, radial blur has both the spinny and zoom blur. you can use more than one, if you want. since my abomination is already kind of annoying to read, i’m going to be light-handed with a spinny radial blur.

wow! that already looks pretty fucking bad, but we can go further:

8. go back to filter > sharpen > smart sharpen and apply that again. you can also do more overlays and blurring.

i decided to do all of that. here it is with another blue overlay, motion blur, and radial (zoom) blur.

i changed the sharpen settings before sharpening it again. do whatever you think looks good (or bad).

here’s the final image:

you can keep going, but i have stuff to do. some better baked images of mine:

i have a thing for 1. cropping the text weirdly and 2. red

other stuff you can do includes:

  1. doing both (or 3+) text layers on paint with a white bg, then stretching it weirdly before pasting it on the image bg (transparent selection, 2ndary colour should be white)
  2. using the fucking impact font for bad memes
  3. using lens flare (funnier if you have eyes in the image)
  4. stretching/distorting the image at any point
  5. using other filters, ps has plenty. experiment!
  6.  repenting

the beauty of this is that if you make mistakes, you can just re-bake the image, apply more effects, and it probably makes the image funnier.

It’s Hard Enough - Cooper!Reader X Jughead Jones - Part 2

Loved the Jughead imagine you just posted! Idk if anon is going to request part two with Veronica but if they do I have a possible idea haha. So the Cooper’s mom bombards the reader with more stress before school and she’s totally out of it until Veronica pulls her aside, comforts her and helps her approach Betty. It goes well and there’s a lot of crying between the two Cooper’s, so Veronica decides they’ll go to Pop’s to cheer up. Jughead is there and the reader gets adorably flustered

I only have one thing to ask…Part three????

Originally posted by thejugheadjones


It was a few days after you talked to Jughead in Pop’s and things had been going pretty well. You often found yourself hanging out with Jughead during lunch in the library. He would show you his progress of his novel to which you would become amazed at his writing skills. He would also ask you about your family and how you were doing. You were always truthful with one another, you were open about your feelings and he shared his own troubles. Your friendship was blossoming before your very eyes. It was the accidental brush of fingers and the lingering looks that pulled you to him further. From what you could tell, it wasn’t one sided either. Just the fact he still wanted you around whenever he could was a good sign; but then your anxiety would get the better of you. Why would he, a smart and good-looking Sophomore, want to date you, a mediocre Freshman? That answer seemed to be lost in the deepest corners of your mind, because now things were bad again.

“I can’t have you being distracted by boys like Betty. Focus on your studies, join at least 3 clubs for your transcript, and go off to a good college. Any less than that would be a disappointment, now wouldn’t it?” Your mother’s voice echoed in your head from this morning. You were walking next to Betty, who had heard it all, at school. Flashes of this morning danced before your eyes; Mother yelling then you agreeing, Betty protesting, Mother screaming, then you and Betty crying. Your mother had said some things to say the least, and going to school right after that horror show wasn’t the best idea. You could still feel the stinging in your eyes and your sniffly nose fought against you when you and Betty told Veronica that “we’re fine.”

It didn’t help that you got a few texts from Jughead in the morning asking if you wanted to hangout at Pop’s after school. When you made it to 3rd Period, your Writing Class, you were already exhausted and wanted to be anywhere but there. You sat down in a random seat and started to pull out the notes from Friday when you saw a familiar figure out of the corner of your eye. “Y/N,” he started, “are you okay?” You turned in your seat to face him and saw that his blue eyes were full of worry. “Yeah, I’m good why?” You obviously were lying, and you knew Jughead noticed by the way his eyebrows furrowed. “You didn’t reply to my texts this morning,” he said, his voice hushed to not arouse suspicion. Luckily you were saved from having to talk to him any longer because the bell rang and your teacher started class. During the whole period, you could feel Jughead’s eyes on you. If it was under different circumstances, you might’ve enjoyed the attention, but right now all you wanted to do was escape. So when the bell rang you darted out of the classroom and walked as quickly as you could to the next class.

During lunch, you sat with Betty and her friends rather than Jughead. You just didn’t want to face him after that. The lunch period was rather uneventful; Archie seemed to be quiet and wouldn’t look at Betty, so it was Kevin and Veronica that carried the conversation. You were about to chime in when your phone buzzed against your leg. You pulled it out and saw it was a text notification from Jughead.

Jughead ;} : I won’t be able to be there for you if you don’t talk to me.

Jughead ;} : Whenever you want to see me, just text me, okay?

You didn’t have the chance to reply because the lunch bell rang. You and your sister barely made it through the rest of the day without breaking down. Veronica, being one of the greatest friends ever, noticed this and confronted the both of you after school.

“If you don’t want to tell me what’s wrong, that’s fine, but I’m taking you two out to Pops to hang out whether you like it or not.” Betty tried to protest but Veronica silenced her with a raised finger, “Aunt Ronnie is not letting anyone mope.” She drove you both to the diner, in an uncomfortable silence. When you all arrived, each one of you ordered a milkshake and found a secluded booth.

“So, what’s up?” Veronica asked as if nothing was wrong. Betty was about to answer with a cliche answer but you beat her to it. “Our mom hasn’t been the kindest woman to us lately.” You looked at Betty who merely nodded in agreement. “Is there anything I can do to help?” Veronica asked, her voice laced with concern. You shrugged and Betty didn’t say a word. “Well, you two can sleep over at my place whenever you need to, okay?” She asked, reaching her hands across the table to hold on of yours and one of Betty’s. “Thank you, Veronica.” Betty said, her blue eyes happy and clear for the first time that day. You nodded in agreement and then Veronica changed the subject to Archie. She and Betty talked it out and you found yourself looking out the window of the diner.

It was a nice day outside, unlike the last time you were here. The rain pattering against the window and enjoying Jughead’s company. Jughead; you felt a pit in your stomach at the thought of him. You had left him out of the loop, lied to him. You found your phone and was about to text him when you saw the notification.

Jughead ;} : Second booth nearest to the bathroom, if you want to sit.

You smiled softly at your phone. “Hey Betty I got to go to the bathroom.” Betty nodded and scooted out of the booth so you could get out. You walked past the main door and the little divider and saw him sitting there. He looked up and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards a little. You walked over and sat down next to him, your shoulders brushing his.

“I’m sorry about before.” You said and Jughead nodded. “I understand if you don’t what to see me Y/N, I’m not the friendliest of person but at least tell me.”

“Oh, that’s not why I,” you let out a quiet laugh, “I had a really bad morning and I didn’t well, I didn’t talk to anyone at school.”

“What happened?” He asked, and you were caught off guard by the kindness in his eyes. You proceeded to tell him what happen between you, your sister, and your mother in the morning. He listened to every word and it seemed he got closer each time you spoke. “Is there-” He started, but he stopped himself. He turned his eyes to the table, hand curled in fists on the stand. You rested your hand on his forearm, causing him to look back at you. “It’s okay, Jug. I’m going to be okay.” You didn’t know what it was exactly; the fact that his handle was suddenly holding yours or if it was the way he was looking at you, but you believed what you had said. As long as Jughead was around, you felt that you would be just fine. Suddenly, Jughead was closer, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.

“Can I?” He whispered and you felt a hot blush rise to your cheeks. Despite that, you found the bravery to answer him. “Y-yes.”

His lips were soft when they met yours. You fumbled a bit at first, this being your first kiss. Jughead didn’t seem to care, he only kissed you back harder. His hand cupped your neck and your hands found his jaw. He pulled away slowly, only to rest his forehead against yours. You were both catching your breaths, staring into each other’s eyes. You let out a winded laugh and so did he. “I’ll be better than okay.” You whispered and Jughead leaned in again, giving you a slower, sweeter kiss than before. Your hands pulled gently on his sweater, trying to bring him closer. If it wasn’t the pesky need to breath, you would probably never stop kissing him. You sensed Jughead felt the same way, judging how he brushed his nose against yours. It suddenly felt hot in the diner, and you were brought back to reality. You looked over and saw that Betty and Veronica were still talking, but you didn’t what to risk taking too long.

“I should go back, so they don’t suspect anything.” You whispered, but Jughead only kissed you in response. It was a quick peck, but it still left you wanting more. “Okay,” he whispered back, “text me if anything gets to be too much, yeah?” You gave him a soft smile and nodded. You reached your hand up, letting your fingertips brushing against his cheek. He closed his eyes at the touch, as if he was waiting for this moment for months. “I will.” You murmured as you slid out of the booth. You walked back to your sister and your friend, sitting down next to Veronica this time. “What did you do, fall in?” Veronica joked, and Betty laughed. A grin crept onto your features and you looked up and saw Jughead leaving the diner. He gave you a look, that no one else saw, and left. “Yeah,” you said with a smile, “I fell in.”

How to Make Maths Notes

Hey everyone! Following my post on How to Make Notes on a Laptop, I received another lovely ask to describe how I make notes for subjects that have lots of workings and diagrams (such as Maths)

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Full Moons and Naps

Requested?: Yes

Could you write a teen wolf imagine where Liam is having trouble with his shift and he’s upset he can’t control it and asks for Derek’s gf bc she’s like a mom to him and she comforts him maybe holds him in her arms until he calms down and eventually falls asleep in her lap? And she calls him cute names like hun or sweetie if that’s ok please xx

reader x Derek hale, motherly figure!reader x liam dunbar. The reader will be 21 in this imagine.

(I said this was going to be posted next week but I ended up typing it today and finished it today whoops lol)

thank you, anon. enjoy xx


It was the full moon tonight and it was something that Liam dreaded every time. He only dreaded it because he didn’t have a good grasp on controlling himself through the full moon yet, all the advice everyone gave him just never seemed to work. It was frustrating and he wasn’t sure if he could ever control it.

“Hey,” Scott said, catching up to Liam, keeping a steady pace with him as they walked the halls. “Full moon tonight, don’t forget.”

The young boy sighed, “How could I not?” He mumbled.

Scott sensed the defeat in Liam’s voice, he stopped and pulled Liam to the side, his voice low. “We’ll all meet in Derek’s loft today after school. I’m sure Derek can help you.” He said encouragingly.

“We tried already, remember?!” Liam burst. “You weren’t able to help me; Derek wasn’t able to help me… No one can help me!”

People were beginning to look on, “It’s just math, Liam. You’ll be okay, we’ll find you a tutor.” He said to cover up Liam’s outburst. He gave Liam a stern look. “It won’t happen overnight, learning to control yourself during the full moon takes time.”

Liam glanced at him and took a deep breath. “It’ll take time…” He mumbled back to Scott, who patted his back and started in the other direction. “See you at Derek’s.” Liam said before he was out of ear shot.


Currently, he was sitting in his math class, just trying to concentrate on figuring out these equations when the tips of his fingers started feeling tender and painful when he put pressure to them. Liam looked down and saw his claws had come out.

His eyes widened as he quickly shoved his hands under his desk. He began to panic because it was only the afternoon, there was no way his shift could happen this early. Full moon isn’t even out yet. Liam grabbed his bag and left the classroom, ignoring the teacher calling after him.

Liam didn’t know where to go, he didn’t want to go home because his parents are there. After a bit, he calmed down and made up his mind. Liam texted Scott and told him that he was going to Derek’s loft, hoping that Derek would be there.

He approached the door and knocked on the three times. As he waited, he heard light sounding footsteps. It sounded nothing like Derek’s because his footsteps were heavy. Finally, the door opened and there stood (Y/N), Derek’s girlfriend.

“Shouldn’t you be in school, honey?” You ask, stepping aside so he could come in. As he walked by, you ruffled his hair some.

“Is Derek here?” He asked, not answering your question. Liam set down his backpack on the counter and waited for the reply.

(Y/N) shook her head and leaned on the counter, “He went to go run some errands, but he’ll be back later tonight.” She crossed her arms, “What’s the matter?”

Liam sighed and his shoulders slumped. “I can’t control my shift during the full moon and it’s annoying.” He looked towards (Y/N), and she nodded, waiting for him to continue. “And I’m pretty sure that I was going to shift during school because my claws came out, see!” He held up a hand, but all (Y/N) saw was a hand. Regular human hand.

“I literally stay awake just thinking about how the full moon is going to go.” He admitted. In no way was he embarrassed to tell (Y/N) any of this because she was like a mother figure to him. He came to her with his supernatural problems even though she was a human herself, but she still managed to give him advice with the help of Derek, of course.

(Y/N) started chuckling, more to herself rather than Liam.

“What?”

(Y/N) started walking towards Liam, “Oh sweetheart,” She began to lead him to the couch. She sat down first and pat the spot next to her, signaling him to sit down. Once Liam sat down, she faced him, a genuine smile on her face. “Sweetheart, you’re just tired. I can see it in your face.” She touched his cheek and said, “I think you need a nap.”

At first, Liam scoffed. He didn’t need a nap, what he needed was to control his shift during the full moon. But, the longer he sat on the couch, the more he realized that he actually was tired. He gave in and nodded, “Maybe I do.”

The older one nodded, “Okay, I’ll move to the recliner-“before she could finish, Liam cut her off.

“Actually,” He said, “Could you stay with me until I fall asleep?” He asked timidly.

The genuine smile came back as (Y/N) nodded, “Of course, hun.” She got comfortable and let Liam rest his head on her lap. She began to play with his hair, not in a flirtatious way, but a soft motherly way. Not even five minutes later, she could hear Liam snoring lightly.

The pack and Derek walked into the room to find (Y/N) and Liam on the couch, Liam fast asleep on her lap and (Y/N) reading a book. Before they could get any closer, (Y/N) put a finger to her lips, signaling for them to be quiet. They obeyed your wish and kept quiet until the young werewolf woke up.

It wasn’t a surprise that the pack would give Liam hell for falling asleep on Derek’s girlfriend, but it was all in good fun and they knew that (Y/N) was like a mother figure to him.

During the full moon later that night, Liam had better luck with controlling his shift and he knew it would take some time before he could control it completely.

(Y/N) and Derek stood in the kitchen, both leaning on the counter as the last of the teens left the loft to go home.

Liam stopped at Derek and (Y/N) before heading out, “I had better luck this time, (Y/N)!” He said, hoping she’d be proud. She was most definitely proud of him.

“You did good, sweetie.” You ruffled his hair one last time and sent him home.

As (Y/N) began to walk back to her spot by Derek, he gently grabbed her by her waist and pulled her close. “You know you helped him with that? Controlling his shift?”

She nodded, a smile on her lips, “I know.”

He smiled, which was very rare of Derek. “You did good, babe.” She nodded again and reached up to give Derek a small kiss on the lips.

“I know.”

anonymous asked:

Hi, are you receiving requests? If you are, can u do a version of "Intruder" but with Jungkook? Thanks

YAssS thank you for requesting this anon!!!!

Here’s a link to INTRUDER: YOONGI VERSION

HERE IS A LINK TO PART2 

Summary: Post couple fight shenanigans (lmao dank memes are NOT a good influence on me)
Genre: Angst (but bless y’all, it’s a happy ending)
Pairing: Jungkook x reader

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anonymous asked:

Steve leaves tony and Tony learns he's pregnant

Seeee, now I had this wonderful angsty idea swimming in my head for a while about pregnant Tony being left behind for reasons I haven’t decided yet and now I have the perfect opportunity to show this part that I’ve really wanted to show peeps. So here’s some past-stony with endgame ironpanther and some small blink-and-you-miss ironhusbands, if you want to see that. 

a/b/o au where it’s frowned upon for a child not to have at least one alpha parent claim them as their own. Doesn’t necessarily mean they have to have an alpha be their parent by blood, just that an alpha (family friend, uncle, cousin, brother/sister-in law, anyone close really) takes them under their wing. All nothing but titles. 


There were many painful things Tony had gone through in his life, physically and emotionally that would’ve left many throw in the towel and give up on everything, but none of those painful experiences had been as rewarding as the moment he first held his baby son and daughter. Labor be damned.

The lungs on the pair were strong and their cries powerful. Too young for their orientation to be known yet but Tony knew for sure they would grow up to be well respected and stand tall with nothing to hold them back. 

At least they would until their unfortunate circumstance Tony had placed them under was revealed and their status would greatly plummet. Not even an alpha would be able to recover from the taint of being unclaimed, to be raised without the influence of an alpha prime. Even with the progress done in modern society the belief that a child raised without an alpha prime in their name would grow up to be a nuisance with no possible future or benefit. That was all bullshit and the mentality of old traditionalist, but the opinions of many did cause a stir and lowered their chances to even have equal footing to the rest fortunate enough to have an alpha prime take them under their wing. 

Tony had doomed his own children even before they were born. 

As he held them with such happiness and pride, the wrongs of the world unable to touch them at the moment, he couldn’t ignore the shadow that loomed over them. The soft eyes of pity from the nurses and the doctor as they watched the single omega hold his children alone without an alpha prime present to claim them was a reminder that his most precious and joyous moment wouldn’t last long. The reality of society would soon bring it’s ugly head in and not even the children of Tony Stark could escape it’s harshness. 

“I’m sorry, little ones. I can’t do more.” 

His beautiful children didn’t respond, naturally. They were oblivious of the disgraceful life they were brought into and had no idea what was waiting for them. For now all Tony could do was hold them and pray his love was enough for now. And the resentment wouldn’t nearly kill him. 

“Mister Stark?” the doctor came forth, looking uncomfortable with a birth certificate in hand. “Is there anyone to claim them?” 

Shame prevented Tony from looking at the doctor straight in her eyes. “No. No one. Just me.” 

Thankfully she didn’t say anything. There was no need to. Everyone was well aware of what the future would bring for the newborns and there was nothing to be done about it. 

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On one hand, Furihata knows he doesn’t have any reasons to feel insecure. Even though they have a long distance relationship, he talks to Akashi and texts and emails him almost every day, and no one could be more attentive or loving than Akashi. Akashi also makes regular trips to Tokyo when he can, explaining that it is much more logical for him to make the trip because he has better access to travel. (Akashi has never flat out said, “Because I’m richer than you and also I have private jets and chauffeurs,” but it is sometimes heavily implied).

But Furihata feels it’s important that sometimes he is the one who makes the journey to Kyoto, and he’d feel better about the whole thing if he didn’t get the impression that Akashi didn’t quite like it when he was here.

And now, a few of Akashi’s classmates have spotted him, and they’re talking to him, and Furihata wouldn’t say he was jealous, exactly, but these girls are all incredibly pretty and also wearing very fancy clothes with designer handbags and he can’t but follow a certain train of thought along the lines of, “These girls are all way out of my league, which is fine because I have a boyfriend, except these girls all clearly like my boyfriend, and holy crap that probably means my boyfriend is leagues out of my league.”

Trying to convince himself that Akashi can’t be out of his league if they are actually dating doesn’t seem to be working, and he seems to be running in so many circles in his mind that he’s dizzy and distracted.

So he doesn’t notice when he accidentally wanders into traffic until the car almost hits him.

*

The honking gives him enough time to jump out of the way. He falls on his butt and scrapes his palms and he thinks, “Holy crap I could have died.” He has just enough time to wonder how many near-death experiences one person is reasonably allowed to have during high school before they’re officially deemed too stupid to live before Akashi is there, in front of him, touching him everywhere.

“Furi, Kouki, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, really,” Furihata says, laughing slightly. “Gosh, that was dumb.”

“Ooh, you’re bleeding,” one of the girls’ says sympathetically. “Here, I have a handkerchief—”

Leave,” Seijuurou snarls, glowing bright red. “All of you, get out of here.”

The girls abruptly turn around and leave, in a vaguely zombified manner.

“Seijuurou,” Furihata says, slightly taken aback. Akashi—both versions of Akashi—is usually very careful about when he uses Absolute Order.

“Are you sure you are unharmed?” Seijuurou asks.

“Yes, it was just a scrape,” Furihata says, showing him his hands. His palms are bleeding, but the wound is shallow, it’s not anything worse than what he could have received during basketball practice.

Seijuurou cradles his hands carefully in his, rubbing his thumb along the uninjured side. “We are going home,” he announces.

“What? We still have a movie—”

“We are going back to Tokyo,” he says more firmly, glowing red again for a brief second. And Furihata falls silent, because if Akashi is trying to Order him he must be very rattled. So he lets Akashi wrap an arm around his waist and walks silently alongside him, very confused, and very concerned.

*

It is only Seijuurou’s complete control over his own body that keeps him from shaking. He is furious with himself and how unforgivably stupid he has been. He has been sloppy and he didn’t think things through, and after all of training from Teiko and Akashi Masaomi he should have known better.

He has come, for better or worse, to depend on the Emperor Eye to warn him of danger. Gold had whole premonitions—he could see a whole mission before it happened and warn of every potential hazard. Seijuurou had only experienced that sense of clarity once, when he knew for certain what would happen to Teiko if they all ran away.

But he does see danger. His foresight has always let him know when a threat to himself or his Generation was imminent. It had let him down only once and he hadn’t thought about it (he hadn’t thought about it! Foolish and lazy and stupid!). When he had been abducted he hadn’t seen it coming and at the time he’d assumed that was because of something Teiko had done as a precaution—like the collars they created that inhibited his abilities.

He is not sure he can ever forgive himself for not making the connection sooner.

Furihata is immune to his abilities. A trait that Akashi has been very thankful about because it means he can never accidentally Order Furihata to do something against his will.

It never occurred to him that it also meant he will never know if Furihata is in danger.

 


A/N: OK! So! When I had this sudden epiphany how I wanted to combine both of these prompts together (plus some bonus jealous Furihata for the one anon-friend who asked recently) I was super excited about this but then also realized it was probably better if it appeared in the long story I have planned but I’d already written more than half of it and I’m still super excited about it so I’m posting it anyway! But it might also appear again in that longer story I have planned. Sooo, call it a snippet into that story that isn’t written yet. Thank you so much, anon-friends!! 

Attacked Part 2

Hellooo my beautiful people! So this is part two to this imagine, and I’m honestly surprised by how many of yall  requested part 2. I was suffering from a bit of writer’s block(as always) for this story, but I got this idea from an anon, so thank you so much whoever you are. I don’t think it’s all that and a bag of chips, but it’s pretty good. I hope yall like it!!


It’s been weeks since Calum, or anyone, has heard a word from you. After the day you left, it was as if you’d dropped off the face of the earth. You weren’t active on any social media, you wouldn’t reply to anyone’s text, and no one knew where you were. Well, besides your bestfriend of course. You were living with her until you could find a place of your own, but from the looks of it, she wasn’t letting you leave any time soon.

“You gotta get up Y/N. We’ve been locked in my apartment for weeks.”

“I don’t wanna go out there.”

“Are you still scared?” She questioned with a sigh, sitting on the edge of the spare bed.

“No, it’s just…the world is so fucking cruel. I’d rather be locked in here than be out there.”

“Good point, but we’re leaving.”

“Y/BF/N, no.” You whined as she pulled the covers off of you. You attempted to tug them over your head but she yanked harder and they fell to the floor.“ I don’t wanna.”

“But you’re gonna. Now get dressed so we can go catch a movie or I’m dragging you out the house in penguin pajamas.”


“Calum, you’ve seriously have to stop this.”

“Stop what?” He looked up at his best mate in confusion.

“All this moping around.” Luke sighed, plopping beside him in the black SUV.The four boys were just now leaving their hotel for a scheduled meet in greet in thirty minutes.

“I’m not moping.”

“Then what do you call it?”

Calum only stared at Luke blankly for a few seconds before rolling his eyes and letting out an exasperated sigh.

“So what if I’m moping? ”

“Luke, leave Calum be.” Ashton sighed as he and Michael climbed into the next row of leather seats.

“I’m just sayin’.” Luke shrugged his shoulders.

“My girlfriend got attacked, left me, and then disappeared all in the same day.” Calum complained.“I deserve to mope.”

“And I understand that, but-”

“But what?”

“Nothing, mate. Nevermind.” Luke gave up on trying to prove his point knowing it was damn near impossible with Calum. He pulled out his earphones and stared out the window as he drowned his friends out. 

Even though Calum knew that he wouldn’t find anything on your social media pages, he decided to check again just in case. He started off with your twitter, sighing when the last thing he saw was from the day before you left. He then went to check your instagram, his heart beating fast when there was an upload of you and Y/BF/N cheesing at the camera. The two of you seemed to be in a arcade having the time of your lives.

“She uploaded something!” Calum grinned from ear to ear and turned around in his seat to show everybody.

“She looks like she’s okay.”Luke concluded after examining the photo.

“Really? I was starting to think she was dead.” Michael joked.

“Now do you feel better knowing she’s safe and sound with Y/BF/N?” Ashton questioned and Calum nodded.

It was eating him alive that he didn’t know what happened to you or where you went. After you left Calum felt broken; it was as if a piece of him was missing. After being with someone for almost two years and living with them for one, something just always feels off. He often finds himself  subconsciously making and ordering food for two, turning over in the middle of the night to cuddle, and even walking to the other room to show a funny meme even though she’s no longer there. These past few weeks have been hard on him and it definitely didn’t help that he was worried sick about you.  

It didn’t take long for the band to arrive at the venue. Of course it was surrounded by screaming girls and the boys knew that it was going to be a long day. They all smiled kindly and waved at the fans as they walked entered the building to get set up at the long white table, taking their seats and waiting for the security to start allowing the fans to come in. It was going normally; they were asked a lot of questions, goofed around, signed, hugged, and took pictures with the girls. It was only when a two girls showed up and began having a conversation about Y/N with Calum when he really started to get in his feelings.

“Have you heard from Y/N? Is she okay?” The teen asked, reaching to push loose strands of auburn hair into her ponytail. 

“I haven’t been able to talk to her,”Calum shrugged his shoulders,” but she’s okay.”

“I saw what those girls did to her. It was so fucked up.”

“Yeah.” Her friend shook her head.”We were about to ask her for a picture when they just attacked her. She wasn’t doing anything but getting cereal.”

“You were there?” Calum furrowed his eyebrows and the two nodded their heads.

“Yeah, I recorded it and posted it on tumblr. It went viral there, I’m surprised it isn’t viral on twitter.” The girl spoke as she unlocked her phone and began to search for the video.

“It’s time for you girls to move now, we have others who want pictures with Calum.” One of their security guards came to escort them to the exit, but Calum told him to wait.”Calum-”

“It’s about, Y/N, it’s important.” 

That was all it took for the guard to leave them alone. You had made good friends with the 5sos crew. Almost everyone accepted you as if you were their daughter, so when they found out what happened they were devastated.

“Here it is.”

“We haven’t found their twitters or instagrams or whatever, but a lot of people on tumblr are still looking.” Her friend informed and Calum felt his eyes watering as he watched them attack you.

How could they do this to you? How could they do this to anyone? Calum understood the dedication some fans had and he greatly appreciated it, but why would they go this far? He examined the girl’s faces anytime they appeared on camera and made sure to not forget them. 

“Uh, thank you for showing me this.” He sniffed, quickly wiping away the tear that escaped from his eye.

“No, problem. I hope you two can work everything out.” The auburn haired girl smiled and went for a hug, her friend joining in shortly. 

Calum allowed them to write their twitter and instagram accounts on his hand and gave them one more hug before they made their way out. It was around two hours later when there were only a handful of girls left and the meet and greet was almost over. Three girls were going along taking pictures with the others boys while Calum finished up with a dark haired girl.

“Hey, Calum!” A strawberry blonde and her two brunette friends made their way to them with huge smiles on their faces. Calum gave them a grin before bidding the dark haired girl goodbye, turning to give them his full attention.

“I can’t believe I’m actually meeting you!” The taller brunette squealed.

It took Calum some time, but soon he began to realise exactly who these three were. His whole mood was ruined as he felt his breathing become quicker and his body heat up from the anger bubbling inside of him. Calum was a gentleman, he knew he’d never hit a girl, but in that moment he wanted to drop-kick all three.

“It was you.” He simply said as he glared, wishing they’d disintegrate.

“What?”

“You’re the ones that attacked Y/N!” He suddenly shouted, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Calum, you don’t know if-” Ashton walked over but was interrupted.

“I do! These girls showed me the video earlier and it was them!”

By now almost all of the remaining fans were quiet, watching the altercation with wide eyes. The fandom has seen Calum lose his cool with a sarcastic comment or slight attitude, but this? This was full out anger. Skin flushed, vein popping anger.

“Why would you do that?! What in your fucking mind would tell you to attack my fucking girlfriend and say shit like that to her?  She was minding her own business and you had the damn nerve to go up to her and assault her? What the hell did you think that was going to do, huh? Get you a better chance to be with me? Because I for sure wouldn’t want to go with selfish, evil bitches like you.”

At this point everyone’s mouths were dropped. The three girls stared at Calum with teary eyes, but he didn’t care. All he could see was red and the three girls who caused him and his love pain.

“Did you even think about what that would do to me? To her? Y/N’s fucking amazing! She was the best thing that’s ever happened to me! I was planning on marrying her soon and now you’ve got her too fucking scared to even be in a relationship wit me! I lost a piece of me because you had so much hatred for someone you didn’t even fucking know!” Calum’s eyes welled up with tears as he yelled at the girl.

“Calum, come on.” Michael grabbed his arm and he snatched away.

“No! They deserve this! They just get away with jumping my girlfriend and causing her to disappear from the face of the earth while I suffer and have to pretend that I’m fine when I’m not!”

“But they’re still your fans, Cal, you can’t just-”

“They’re not fans.”He corrected him.” Real fans would see how much I loved her and how happy I was with Y/N/. They wouldn’t attack her while she’s fucking grocery shopping and degrade her.”

Calum closed the top to his permanent marker and slammed it down on the table. He decided that he was done for the day and needed time to himself for now. Before he left, though, he was sure to say one more thing to the three crying girls.

“I have never been so disgusted by someone in my life.” He spat, eyeing them up and down. “The three of you can go fuck yourselves.”

Then he headed towards entrance to call himself a Uber.


Of course like all incidents like this one, it spreaded on social media quick. Everyone was talking about the video of Calum going off on fans, some justifying it, some not. Majority were saying that that’s what the girls deserved, but then again you had few that made Calum just seem like a horrible, out of controlled boy. Calum had his earphones plugged in and was huddled under the plush duvet in his hotel room, scrolling through the multiple tweets about what happened. He even smiled a few times, happy to know that almost everyone was on his side. He felt his phone buzz again and a text notification appeared on the screen. Calum ignored it, thinking that it was either management scolding him or the boys checking to see if he was okay. It was when it buzzed again did he look at the message as it appeared, his heart skipping a beat at the familiar number. He clicked it quickly and chewed his lip as it took him to his messages.

There were three text sent:

Cal?
Are you okay?
I think we should talk.


Eh, I could’ve ended that better. There will most likely be a third and final part so inbox me if you think I should do that. For everyone who’s sent me a request, I’ve seen them and I’m working on them. Like I said, I have a bit of writer’s block and don’t wanna just give you a shitty imagine, plus I’m dealing with AP classes in school and just ugh.

If you liked this imagine here’s the rest of my writing: Masterlist

Anon Requested

Follow Forever.
I’ve never actually done this, it just never crossed my mind, but a very nice Anon requested to see who inspires me, so I’m going to try my best. 

Also, it is VERY VERY long.  [Seriously, VERY VERY long.]
You can use ctrl-f to find yourself…maybe? ;-;
I could’ve just added everyone’s names but I wanted to write a little on each one, or most everyone.
Sorry if I didn’t write about you, but you’re still great in my book guys.
All of you. <3 <3 <3

[I only wrote because I am seriously never doing this again, lol, so once and only time here]
IF IF IF IF I forgot you, I am beyond sorry. Just let me know or something. I’m tired. It’s midnight, and I just wrote all of this and did I mention I’m tired? 



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anonymous asked:

If you have time could you write an ace Tony fic? It would mean a lot as I am asexual and almost never get any representation anywhere and it tends to make me feel more lonely. :( Anyways, thank you in advance.

To be honest you had me at ‘ace Tony’, anon :) You really can’t expect me to resist that. Seriously, I adore writing ace characters (like half the main characters in my non-fanfic works are ace, just because I can).

Since you didn’t specify on anything regarding the plot I just went with a short scene from one of my many not-ready-to-be-posted headcanon ‘verses. I hope it works for you and that this ficlet will make you feel a little better! Also I turned it into a Valentine’s story because I keep seeing these cute Valentine’s cards on my dash.


[Set in a College AU following the tale of Player!Bucky and Asexual!Tony trying to make it work. Today’s edition: Valentine’s Day. Including slight misunderstandings, declarations of love affection, fluff, and Bucky’s potty mouth.]

‘You know I’m ace, right?’ isn’t the reaction Bucky’s been hoping for, but it’s also not a door slammed shut in his face, so he counts it as a win.

Tony squints suspiciously at the roses in Bucky’s arms—yellow and red ones because those are his favourite colours, and Bucky is nothing if not a huge sap, apparently—and Bucky has no doubt the flowers will end up cut open on a lab table, to be thoroughly tested for any unsavourily additions, before the day is over.

He probably shouldn’t smile fondly at the cruel fate lying in these poor flowers’ future. He definitely shouldn’t.

Damn it. Nat’s right, he’s got it bad.

“Unless ace stands for ‘allergic to roses’ I fail to see your point.” Bucky smiles and hopefully holds the bouquet out for Tony to take. Because continuing to cling to them like a toddler to a plushy might look a little silly.

Tony refuses to take them though, crosses his arms in front of his chest instead and scowls up at Bucky. Which is not adorable, that would just be ridiculous.

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anonymous asked:

Heyyaaa!! So I never really challenged the idea of romione but I never had any strong feelings about them either except as friends, whereas with other characters I had very definite ideas of who I thought they should be with. So basically I caught up in your love of Hermione and krum together and wanted to know if you have any headcanons about them? Like how they got together eventually or little things about them? Sorry if you've already answered a Q similar to this before:/

This is so sweet, I’m so glad you were open to them! They’re so precious to me :) And ah, I’m terrible at headcanons, but I’ll do my best to capture how I see them


Hermione goes to Muggle uni, takes a shitload of classes in almost every discipline, aces everything, and can’t stop telling her friends about all the new things she’s learning and how she can interweave physics into magic. She becomes friends with Muggles who challenge and push her, grounding her when she gets too in her head and cheering her on whenever she presents her findings at a conference

When she’s in grad school, she’s rushing to her flat after a particularly hectic TA assignment (why can’t the undergrads just read the instructions), in desperate need of solitude and a good book, when she slams right into someone, causing her stack of books to topple over and litter the sidewalk. Cursing her luck, she spares a frown for the person who had the ill fortune to stand in her way before doing a double take because that- that couldn’t be- what’s Viktor Krum doing at Oxford?

Turns out he’s in England for a game and came to campus for a poetry slam and to try to ring Hermione (they’ve kept in contact, of course, so he knows she’s here)

He invites her along and even though poetry slams are usually more of a Luna thing (and a Ginny thing, since she always goes to support her girlfriend and glare at anyone who has the audacity to laugh at Luna’s poems), Hermione agrees, flushed and giddy and eager in a way that she rarely feels outside of the classroom or the lab

He’s still so quiet, so she feels the urge to babble at first, but whenever he speaks, it’s with a maturity and insightfulness that touches her. And he’s so observant- she feels seen, really seen. Not as a grad student or a TA or the brightest witch of her age, but as Hermione

They start dating again, and although at first it’s long distance, she feels more fulfilled by it than she can say. She likes her space, and he’s far better at opening up in letters than he is in person, so she feels closer to him than ever. And during his off season, he can spend as much time with her as he can, which is overwhelming and exciting and confusing because he fits into her life so perfectly and what does that mean? She doesn’t need a guy- of course she doesn’t- and is more than comfortable being single, but if she meets someone who complements her and makes her feel supported and cherished, she should go for it, right?

And so she does. Once she finishes her PhD, she looks for professorships near his home, moving her things into his house little by little. She goes to as many games of his as she can manage (and yes, she does occasionally read during them- Quidditch matches are long, and his part is only at the end! He doesn’t mind though and he bursts with pride whenever he sees her in the stands), and he approaches Seeking with new determination, wanting to catch the Snitch as quickly as possible so he can get home to his girl

During the summers, they travel the world together. Hermione learns everything she can about the local culture, tucking herself away in libraries for hours at a time. Viktor loves to join her, content to either read a novel as she studies or just watch her

They wait awhile to have kids; Hermione wants to focus on her career and Viktor’s always busy with Quidditch, so they figure that’s best. When they finally do get pregnant, Viktor decides to stay home with the baby (and Hermione glares at anyone who’s surprised by this because how dare they assume she should be the one to put her career on hold). Viktor loves it, loves the simplicity of staying home with their daughter and playing make believe games out in the meadow and surprising Hermione with homemade cupcakes when she gets back from work. He teaches their daughter how to fly and Hermione teaches her, well, everything- she approaches everything as a learning experience, and their daughter soaks it all up like a sponge

Their relationship is natural and peaceful and has a quiet, slow burning intensity to it, one that lights them up from the inside and makes them glow

anonymous asked:

I'm not autistic, but I suffer from a sensory disorder- and when I receive too much stimulation, I tend to pick at my skin. It hurts, but it's a stim right at my fingertips, pun intended. Do you know any good silent classroom fidgets? Anything easy to hold in your hand during crowded, loud, bright passing periods? Thank you so much!!

Sweet anon (and everyone, actually), you never, never have to explain that you’re not autistic here. Never. This is a space for all neurodivergent folk and people with any disability, illness or condition who might find stimming helpful for whatever reason. (If you think stimming helps you in some way, you count.) You’re all welcome here, all of you, and I’ll answer any questions you have as best I can. If you want to share your background, by all means, but never feel you have to. This is not an autistic-only or autistic-focused space. It’s a stimming space!

I’ll be honest: this is something I struggle with as well. So I’m trying to find replacement stims for when I feel the need to pick, too.

If you want to go for stealth stims, kneadable erasers. (Art supply stores, office supply stores. I got mine from Officeworks, brand name Faber Castel. I’ve also seen Mont Marte ones in dollar shops and scented ones at Daiso.) You don’t have to explain this to anyone and you can pull, stretch, twist and pick it. Like putty but portable. They cost around $3.50 AUD here, so they’re not very expensive, either.

I also have the most amazing case eraser (Officeworks, $2 AUD) which I’ll photograph because I cannot describe it without an image:

[image description: a rounded plastic eraser module in three parts: a clear red plastic brush cover bearing the word “capsule”; a blue plastic base with a pale blue plastic brush attached to the bottom and a rounded raised thumb rest covered with raised dots with a white round eraser attached the top of the base; and a blue plastic cover for the eraser. Text “Milan” is printed on the cover.]

I have no idea if these are still available: I bought one on clearance, realised how fabulous it was, went back, found none. The brush makes a slight noise when you run a finger over it, but the cover feels like a worry stone and I mostly just run a fingertip over the thumb rest. Milan makes a lot of erasers with unusual covers, all of them pretty fidget-friendly, but this one is the best of the best. I wish I had more of them; they’d be in every bag I own.

Lastly, a chenille pencil case is stealth and super stimmy, and you might find poking/pulling at the chenille fronds offer you an alternative to picking.

As for non-stealth stims: squishies, small plushies, most stress balls (the stretchy squish ball, available from Stimtastic online or Lincraft here in Australia, is fabulous), balloon stress balls, a marble loop, a marble maze, a fluffy or tassel keychain, a worry stone or a prickle fidget are all absolutely silent.

The Hairy Tangle makes a very slight rubbery noise when you stretch the fronds. (People not me probably don’t even notice it.) No clicking, unlike any other Tangle I’ve handled. Plus you can pull/pick at the fronds! And it has no rubbery smell! It’s got texture and movement and offers several different ways to stim with it, so if you don’t mind obviously stimming, I’d recommend trying this one. It’s fabulous and I need to remember to use it more than I do.

Play-Doh is pretty quiet. I’ve noticed my putties and slimes tend to bubble and crackle, though (I’ve got some that bubble so much it’s like playing with never-ending bubble wrap) so I wouldn’t use them in a classroom.

Puffer creatures can be quiet, but mine make noise when I pull the fronds, so they’re probably only useful for poking or running your hands through the fronds. A tassel keychain should be better for absolutely-quiet stimming whilst offering something that can be picked and pulled, if you’re looking for a stim that fills that picking need. You can also attach it to a pencil case, so it’ll be fairly stealth as well!

(A simple alternative to this could be an embroidery thread friendship bracelet, the kind that ties in a knot around your wrist and leaves dangling threads, like a tassel. @threadytogo​ makes them in pride and fan themes!)

Other fidgets that might work, and are surely stealth enough, include fidget jewellery items like telephone cord bracelets and snake necklaces, especially if you want some back-up toys to wear in case you’re like me and lose/forget the toy you mean to bring to class. I don’t get quite the hand-holding fidget experience from some of these, though, so I’d probably have them as back-up fidgets.

Standard stim toys like Tangles and puzzles all make some noise, and if you’re like me, that noise makes you feel self-conscious about making noise, even if it actually doesn’t bother anyone else.

If my followers have something in their collections they can attest is silent and suitable for our anon, please add them! I know a super common toy rec is a spinner ring, but I don’t own one myself and can’t confirm how completely silent they are when used gently/slowly. If someone can confirm, I’d be grateful.

I hope this gives you somewhere to begin!

Music Series: Tell Me How by Paramore

How appropriate that the next request in my inbox fit perfectly into a sequel for the last imagine I posted!

You can read part one, HERE

This is “Tell Me How” by Paramore. You can find the song on my Spotify playlist called Gloomy Poops, HERE. Thank you, Anon!

xo

Shelli

**********************

I can’t call you a stranger

But I can’t call you

I know you think that I erased you

You may hate me, but I can’t hate you

And I won’t replace you

Harry was devastated.

He may have been drunk, but he remembered every word that was said. Every emotion that was felt. And the look on your face the entire time.

He knew he hurt you when he left you, and he hated himself for it. He knew he deserved everything you said to him.

Harry hadn’t thought it out when his “image” needed to be protected and redirected, as the powers-that-be insisted he go along with the “new girlfriend” scheme to deflect a growing situation involving Harry. Although initially looking like a cheating boyfriend, they knew they would easily be able to clean it up later with the “truth”. They insisted it best to keep you in the dark at first, that you would understand why he couldn’t tell you right away, so that your reactions if seen in public would be genuine and honest…believable.

You hated him, and it was all his fault.

Tell me how to feel about you now

Oh, let me know

Do I suffocate or let go?

Harry didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to fix this. He didn’t know how to repair what he did to you, or even if he could.

He didn’t know how to feel anything for you, but love.

But he knew where he had to start.

“What do you mean, you’re not gonna do it?” the man said as Harry spoke with his team who had put the entire rouse together. “You’ve already done it! It’s already out there, H.”

“I know,” Harry said boldly. “And I should never have agreed to it. I want out of it.”

“How are we supposed to do that?” he asks.

“S’what you get paid for, isn’t it? Figure it out. I’m done.”

Harry must have been a fool for agreeing to such a thing. But he knew that these things always magically worked out when the time called for it. He was just calling time on it early.

I think I’m tired of getting over it, just starting something new again

I’m getting sick of the beginnings and always coming to your defenses

I guess it’s good to get it off my chest. I guess I can’t believe I haven’t yet

You know I got my own convictions, and they’re stronger than any addiction

And no one’s winning

Harry felt like he was becoming a stalker. He tried many times to talk to you, but you refused to answer his calls, didn’t reply to his texts, and you blocked him on all of your social media.

His closest friends tried to tell him, maybe he just needed to accept it and give up on being with you again. He made a bad choice by agreeing to the plot, and this was the repercussion of his actions. But Harry didn’t want to get over you. He didn’t want a relationship with anyone other than you. He wanted you.

A few times, trying to make him feel better about himself, friends would tell Harry you were being impossible and should at least give him a chance to work it out, and if not, he was better off without you. But Harry always defended you, making sure nobody thought you were at fault for any of it. He was tired of defending you, not for any other reason but that he hated for people to think badly of you for something he did.

“Have you tried talking to her again?” his sister asked him.

“I have!” Harry insists. “I’ve tried so many times, but she refuses to have anything to do with me.”

“Can’t say that I blame her, brother,” she says, shaking her head.

“I don’t blame her,” he admits. “But how can I come clean to her about everything, try to explain why it happened, when she won’t even let me talk to her? I feel horrible about this, and the more time that passes without her knowing the truth, the more I worry it will only be worse when she finds out.”

“Definitely nobody wins in this situation,” she says, laying her hand on his arm. “You hurt her, and you hurt yourself in the process. I wish I could help, brother, but I think you have to work this out.”

You keep me up with your silence, take me down with your quiet

Of all the weapons you fight with your silence is the most violent

Tell me how to feel about you now

Harry watched from his car as he saw you leave your apartment building and walk in the direction of your work. Your silence toward him was killing him. Maybe he deserved it…he knew he did. But he was determined to talk to you, even if it pissed you off. You were going to listen. Then if you still hated him, he would deal with that next. But he wasn’t going to do nothing at all.

As he watched you walk down the sidewalk, Harry put the car in drive and pulled up in front of you as you were about to cross into the street, making you abruptly halt your steps and catch your breath. You look at the car in shock, then see who is driving it and begin to walk around it.

“Please, love, wait!” Harry yells, jumping out of his car and running to catch up with you, leaving his car in the street. “Please, I just want to talk to you!”

He steps in front of you and doesn’t let you pass.

“Please, sweetheart,” he says sweetly. “I know you hate me, and I don’t blame you for it. I was stupid, and I led you to believe something that wasn’t true, and I want to explain it.”

You look around at the passing people who are staring, and hear the horns honking around Harry’s abandoned car a short distance from you in the traffic.

“Please, just…” Harry starts. “Let me take you to work, and let me explain everything to you. Then if you still hate me and want nothing to do with me…well, I’ll try to…accept it, and move on.”

You hear the horns blaring at Harry to move his car, and see someone across the road holding their phone up in front of them, most assuredly filming the entire scene. You look at Harry’s pleading eyes, then turn and walk toward his car, with him following quickly behind you. He opens the passenger door, closing it behind you, then quickly pulling the car away from the small traffic jam he caused.

You don’t have to tell me if you ever think of me

I know you see me dancing wildly in the fog of your memory

You don’t have to tell me

I can still believe

“Thank you for letting me try to explain,” he says to you, seeing you staring out the window of the car. You say nothing as he continues. “I know you hate me for what happened, love. I’m so sorry I hurt you. But…I didn’t cheat on you.”

You look down at your hands, then back out the front glass, still not speaking.

“There was a…a situation…that happened,” he tried to explain. “I know I don’t need to explain all the details. We’ve been together long enough for you to know about these situations and how they are dealt with, right?”

Harry looks at you as you swallow, closing your eyes for a moment, then looking out the glass again with your jaw set.

“I was stupid to agree to it,” he tells you. “And I was stupid to not tell you about it. Stupid for listening to them. I was…”

“Stupid,” you interrupt without looking at him.

“Yeah,” he says with a slight grin, happy you talked to him, even if you were calling him stupid. “I know I can’t apologize enough for all of this, love. But I needed you to know, that I did not cheat on you. I never have. I have always loved you, and I’m sorry I hurt you and went along with all of it.”

You take a deep breath, still not looking at him.

“Okay,” you simply say.

Harry parks in front of your office building and is relieved you don’t immediately jump out and run.

“Sweetheart,” he says, with all the love he has. “Is there any way at all that we can work this out?” He looks at you as you sit in silence. “I think about you all the time. Please don’t ask me to just forget about you and move on.”

“Like you did?” you ask, looking directly at him.

“I did, didn’t I?” he says, ashamed and lowering his head. “I was horrible to you, and I hate myself for it. And the silence you’ve been giving me…not answering my calls or texts, and blocking me online, not talking to me…that’s been harder than when you yelled at me.”

You look back out the front glass of the car, still with a sad look on your face and unsure of how you feel, even knowing the truth of what happened. As relieved as you were that Harry never cheated on you, he allowed you to be hurt. He hurt you. And you weren’t sure you were ready to just forgive and forget.

“Please say there’s a chance for us, baby,” he says, sniffing back a tear, causing your throat to tighten and chin to tremble as you try to hold back your own emotions. “Don’t you ever think about me? About us? Hoping we can get past this and mend it and just…be together again? If you don’t want this anymore, then…tell me how to feel about you. I don’t know how to feel anything for you, other than in love. And I never want to feel any differently. I’ll always love you and want you.”

You feel yourself close to breaking and quickly open the door of the car and stand, beginning to walk away. Harry jumps out of the car and stands, looking at you in panic.

“Sweetheart…” he yells toward you, as you hear the shaking of his voice.

You slow and stop and turn around, looking at him, seeing the desperate look on his face. You take a deep breath.

“I still think about you, too,” you say, nodding and seeing a tear drop from his eyes as he grins slightly. “How could I not?”

anonymous asked:

Hi I'm a sophomore in high school and I like this Freshman in college. We've talked since he beginning of my Freshman year and his Senior year. We both flirt and have this connection. He does not want me for sex because he's not like that (also his friends and people who know him have told me this) We text 24/7 and he comes to almost everything I have and me vice versa. The only thing is that my parents believe that he is "too old" for me. Should we remain just friends or should we go for it?

I really encourage you to stick with friendship. You guys may have a great friendship but you are in really different parts of your life.

Honestly, even if he’s not trying to be “like that”, if he was interested in dating a high school sophomore, that’s kind of a red flag that he doesn’t want an equal relationship.

Maybe it’s not intentional on his part - unequal relationships are normalized - but that won’t stop it from getting weird and uncomfortable in ways you won’t be prepared to deal with, or probably won’t even fully understand until later on when you realized how much it messed you up. I’m speaking from my own experience on this & the experiences of many many people I know.

Like, would you be into an 8th grader? Even if they were fun to be around and you really appreciated them as a person? It would be weird, right? You have more freedom and experience than a kid that age, you’re WAY more grown up than you were when you were in 8th grade. You’d probably feel creepy if you tried to date a 13 year old - that feeling is a warning to stop you from taking advantage.

But it’s hard to see age gaps when you’re the younger one, because you’re more mature than you’ve ever been and it feels like you’re ready to do almost anything. But as the older person looking back - that difference is very noticeable.

Like even if you’re really mature and responsible and even if you’re ready to date in general, dating someone that much older starts off with a weird dynamic, it has to, because he’s seen and experienced things you haven’t, he knows things you don’t, he has freedom you don’t, and he has more practice interacting with people than you do.

And you know he knows things you don’t, so it becomes like this weird situation where he has the power to influence you more than you can influence him, and even if he doesn’t try to use it - it starts out unbalanced.

Honestly, your teen years through about 22 is this period of massive super fast growth. You’re becoming savvier and wiser and better at social stuff at a really fast pace during this period, so age gaps are extra big here. I really think an age gap of more than about a year and a half during this time period makes a giant difference - like just think about how much you’ve changed in that time.

You’re gonna keep that kind of really fast change up for a few more years, and during this time, older kids have big advantages over younger ones that make anything other than a sort of sibling-like friendship with people 3 years older or younger start to turn kind of weird. 

So that’s my advice. It’s ultimately your choice, and if you do decide to date this adult man and you wind up hurt by it – it still won’t be your fault, any more than it would be an 8th grader’s fault if you convinced one to date you and it messed them up. But I hope you choose not to go ahead with dating him, because you deserve to explore relationships with someone your own age without a weird power imbalance.

anonymous asked:

Hello, i want to start making aesthetics, but I have no idea where to start... like for example where do you find the images? a how do you make them smaller without them getting blurry and then how do you put them together.. and how do you change the backgrounds to different colors.. like i'm so lost.. can you give me some tips? i would be grateful :)*

how to make aesthetics like this

okay, so idk if i’m the best person to answer this, but i’ll be doing my best to put up an easy-to-understand tutorial for you. we’ll be going step-by-step :) all the stuff is under the cut since it was rather long

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anonymous asked:

Thank you so much for that post of yours mentioning Anzu prefering Atem wasn't equal a negative judgment on her. I was so tired of seeing some stories that label her as bitch if she so much as basically expresses her right to have her own feelings in not returning yugi's feelings. Btw I'm curious: what are your views on the whole love triangle revolving around Yugi, Anzu and Atem in canon? What do you think about it?

Oh my goodness, no problem, Anon! I can never spend enough time defending Anzu, particularly on the topic that her romantic preferences do not equal her worth. Goodness gracious- How she treats people should always outweigh who she likes in assessing her as a person.

But my gosh… if you want me to assess the triangle between those three, we should first make some things clear on my OTHER opinions on the characters/ships:

Puzzleshipping is my die hard OTP.
Peachshipping I low-key ship depending on the presentation or scenario.
Revolutionshipping is… I kind of place it close to Prideshipping in my mind, actually. In both cases, I really appreciate Anzu/Kaiba’s feelings for Atem, the role their feelings play in their personal arcs, and their dynamics with Atem in general. I also think Atem cares deeply for both in some capacity. But in both, it just, doesn’t ‘do’ anything for me, for lack of a better word. And while I might like to explore the emotions in writings at times, I’m rarely drawn to them as active ships.

I also tend to see/write Yuugi as bisexual (with a preference/stronger awareness of liking girls), Atem as demisexual, and Anzu as heterosexual. 

These views definitely affect my opinions on the Anzu/Atem/Yuugi love triangle, and it’s better I just acknowledge that than claim I’m unbiased.

But let’s do this. (Get ready for a text wall)

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Pink Monstrosity

Characters: Minghao, Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2678

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I had to go to the hospital for a surgery and I didn’t have time to write! All the of the requests will be posted before this week ends, I promise. Anyway, I hope the anon who requested will like this, it became way longer than I had intended.

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anonymous asked:

Are there any stim toys you would recommend for people who are usually skin pickers/scratchers?

Please note, anon, that while I’m answering, I haven’t yet found a good solution for this. So take this advice in the spirit of words spoken by someone lacking expertise, because I don’t know any one stim that directly replaces all sensory elements of this. Especially because I like the pain of the picking in a way I can’t really explain, and most of the replacement stims I’ve seen discussed don’t much cover this aspect.

(I really need to stop because I’ve given myself some very horrible sores on my toes. And since my uncle recently lost a few toes due to a simple blister not healing, I’ve had a bit of a wake-up call on this account. So I’ve been thinking about this myself!)

If you’re looking to replace the the picking and peeling away of skin, this is a bit of a tough one, but I think I have a solution. I’ve noticed that while I’ve covered my red apple squishy with PVA glue to glue splits together, the edges definitely stick up enough that you can peel them off (and I have to resist doing this). If you enjoy the picking and resulting peeling, you could coat something hard and plastic or metallic (anything from a Tangle to a jam jar lid) with PVA, let it dry, peel it off, repeat. Coat several things so there’s always something to peel while you’re preparing another toy! It may take some experimenting to find which toys work best for you, but the good thing about this is that it only takes time, glue and a brush or makeup sponge (and your painting doesn’t need to be neat because you’re going to pick at it and peel it off anyway).

I’ve noticed that now my Tangle Jr Fuzzy is worn enough that it’s all edges of flocking sticking up, it’s very hard not to pick at them! (I can’t afford to replace this Tangle every month because I’ve picked off all the flocking, so I have to be careful. Which is why I don’t advise buying this just to pick at, because it’ll get expensive quickly.) So I want to coat a cheap Tangle (one of the ebay Tangles in this post, because I won’t care if they’re wrecked) in PVA glue to see if this works for me, because it combines the fun of a Tangle (which I love) with something to pick at while fidgeting. If it does work, I’ll probably have two or three Tangles covered in glue and just rotate through them.

(I’ll let you all know how it works, as it’s only theory right now, but this is on my Things To Try This Weekend list.)

If you’re looking to replace the pain, I’d look at prickle and massage balls. You can push them quite hard on your skin and cause a firm, prickling pressure that doesn’t damage. I use prickle/massage balls a lot when my chronic hand pain is bad, because something about the hard pressure rolled over the pain site feels better than the experience of the original pain itself (even though the ball does hurt), and if I do this for long enough, the chronic pain usually ebbs a little. It’s the closest stim toy I have to giving anything like a pain sensation, and while this isn’t discussed a lot, for some of us harder textures, and even pain, is stimmy, so we need non-damaging ways to get that experience.

If you’re looking to replace the picking, by which I mean the pulling at fronds instead of bits of skin, I’d look at poppers, puffer toys, hedge balls, Koosh Balls and the Tangle Hairy. The Tangle Hairy, the Koosh, hedge balls/creatures and puffer toys all have long latex or rubbery fonds that can be pulled and stretched. The Koosh goes to twice its length. Poppers - especially the Stimtastic Mini Poppers - can be pressed against a hard, smooth surface and picked off with fingertips and fingernails.

The other idea I have for picking is washing swatches of cloth or something like wool dryer balls and picking at the lint balls forming on the cloth or the woolen fibres. Flannelette and woven T-shirt material pills - you could even make a marble maze out of a cloth that pills and combine the two toys.

If someone knows of a stim toy that can replace all three of these things, or has an idea for one, or wants to discuss developing one, come talk to me, please! I’ve been pondering a bracelet that is flat on one side and prickled/bumped (with hard plastic bumps, not like the prickled slap bands) on the inside, something you can press against a wrist while picking glue off the flat side, with frondy bits attached to the outside edges. But as of now, it’s only pondering, and I’m not sure how well it would work.

If followers have ideas or replacement stims they’ve used successfully, please let us know! I’m sure anon will be grateful; I know I will be!

- Mod K.A.

@femmeflannellesbian says,

you could also use tape for the picking and peeling, i put pieces of duct tape or masking tape on the back of my calculator to stim in class

Oooh, good addition! I personally can’t abide the tackiness of tape on my fingers, but for those who don’t mind, this is a super simple idea! Thank you!

@thedreamer001 says,

Picking apart corks is good for me! Therapy shoppe sells some specifically for it, but you can use any cork.

I’ve seen these in packs in local dollar stores, too, if you have no cork-stoppered bottles from which to salvage corks. Thank you, because I must try this!

@stimmingkiddo says,

i have a video on everything i do to prevent/avoid picking my skin! i have a post about it on my blog recently, it may help

Here’s the link! I don’t have time to check it out this moment, but I will later! Thank you!

anonymous asked:

Why did saeran keep the mint eyes if he didn't keep the white hair

Saeran: Because I can’t see without them? They’re contacts. My eyesight is actually worse than my stupid brother’s, believe it or not. I just don’t prefer to wear glasses like he does.

I could just switch to regular ones, but I’ve had these for so long. It also makes it easier for the others to tell us apart. (Although, for some reason, MC is always able to tell who’s who, even when Saeyoung is dressed up as me…)

As for my hair? It wasn’t even my decision to dye it white. That…woman…insisted I change the color. And back then I didn’t want to be associated with Saeyoung in any way, especially concerning my appearance. So that’s why it was white.

But now? I can make my own decisions. Having white hair was…interesting, but I like it better this way. Besides, like I’ve mentioned already—Saeyoung would not shut up about me changing the color back to red. So here we are.