my life is great but i seem to forget

How to Handle a Bad Day


So. In about two hours Monday morning, I managed to:

- Forget my lunch
- Get so lost that I ended up 45 minutes late for work
- Destroy my phone screen, which is partially why I was in fact 45 minutes late for work
- Get sent to a 7th floor that doesn’t actually exist, thanks random professor dude

It wasn’t a great day. It was, in fact, bad.

Bad days happen to everyone. Literally every single thing that could possibly go wrong seems to go as poorly as possible. By the third or fourth thing to go wrong, you’re ready to throw in the towel on the whole “today” concept and just sleep until tomorrow happens.

I get it. I really, really do.

However, just because stuff went south doesn’t mean that your whole day or week is forfeit. Here’s how to recup and move on after just, like, the suckiest of days.

Cry if you need to. It happens. Tears are literally emotion pressure-release valves. Let them out if you need to. It’s not a sign of weakness, it’s a natural response. It’s okay.

Don’t be afraid to complain. You are allowed to talk about your bad day. Sometimes, just talking about it and feeling heard can make stuff feel better.

Stop focusing on the stuff that went wrong. Distract yourself. Watch videos of your favorite musician. Play some phone games. Get a coffee. If you can get your mind off of it for a couple minutes, when you come back to the subject it won’t be as bad.

Treat yourself. Light a fancy candle, or get a larger size of your favorite drink, or put on your favorite outfit. Take some time to be kind to yourself. A day turns bad over the course of several bad events and negative thoughts - you can bring it back with a series of self-kindnesses.

Sleep. If all else fails take a nap. Sleep is the true healer. It will make everything feel better. Go do it. Take a nap.

You’ve got this.

skylions-den  asked:

“For the purposes of tonight, you and I will be taking on certain roles. You are not to break character under any circumstances lest you blow our cover, is that understood?” I saw the prompt and said damn I need Prinxiety for this one and I have no clue why.

IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY BUT IT IS SO ROMANTIC I CANNOT

Human AU

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“For the purposes of tonight, you and I will be taking on certain roles. You are not to break character under any circumstances lest you blow our cover, is that understood?”

Ann rolled his eyes, staring at Roman quietly, eyebrow raised.

“I just don’t understand why we have to do this?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at the fake glasses over his face. Logan’s shirt was too loose, his pants were too loose, and his tie too tight. Besides, he had his hair gelled and he hated it. Roman rolled his eyes, fixing Morgan’s bowtie and making his hair a little less perfect. “Why couldn’t they just come to this stupid party?”

“It is their honeymoon, Ann! We have to help our friends! Besides, Logan said it isn’t so important, but that doesn’t mean he can miss it. He is an important scientist” Roman said, and then sighed. “I don’t like the idea either, but we promised. Come on. It won’t be so bad”

“Not to you that has to look nice and smile all the time. I had to study for this” Ann said, groaning. “And you know how annoying it was to put this make up in you and in me so we look more alike them?!”

“Stop complaining. We just have to stay for two hours and we can leave. Come on” Roman said, taking Ann’s hand and taking him to Logan’s car. The younger man rolled his eyes but walked to the car behind the other, getting in the car and waiting Roman do the same.

Quickly, the two were in the parking lot of a huge business building, and they could listen to the songs from there coming from the main hall. Both stared at the building with wide eyes, surprised.

“This is… So… Wow” Ann muttered, and Roman nodded, eyes bright.

“I am just as surprised as you” he said, and then shook his head. “Come on. We need to get to the party so we can leave”

“Alright” Ann agreed, and soon the two were making their way to the hall, being received by butlers that took their coats and put them inside separated lockers. The two made their way inside, only to remember that they were portraying a part, and quickly Roman put his arm under Ann’s, making the other give him an uncomfortable look before they linked their arms together.

How they hated how much Logan and Morgan were affectionate around people.

“Are we going to act all lovely too?” Ann whispered, and Roman rolled his eyes before smiling again, very much like Morgan smiled all the time.

“If you touch me more than necessary I will kill you” he said, through his smile, and Ann chuckled quietly, nodding to a couple that walked by saying hello. Quietly, Ann guided them to an empty corner and the two stood there, unlinking their arms.

“This will be a nightmare” Ann said, and Roman rolled his eyes, fixing his fake glasses.

“It will be f-”

“Look who it is!” they heard, and quickly turned to see a couple approaching, the woman with a wide grin and the man with a smirk. Roman remembered the pictures Logan had given them to remember the important names, but he couldn’t remember it for anything in the world.

Luckily, he didn’t have to.

“Melissa” Ann said, politely, as the couple approached, giving her a nod and then to her husband. “George. Salutations”

Well, he was a better actor than Roman had thought he was.

“Melissa!” he squealed, in his best portrait of his overly excited friend, hugging her and luckily being hugged back. “I am so glad you could come!”

“No, I am glad that you could” she said, sounding honestly surprised. “You had told me that your honeymoon would be around this week. You were about to change dates?”

“Yes actually, we did, right Log?” he said, smiling widely to Ann, and the man nodded, fixing his glasses like Logan would.

“Indeed. It was a little problematic but we were able to change the dates” he said, smirking and nodding to George. “How is your research in molecule particles, George?”

“Oh no, they are talking work” Melissa said, rolling her eyes and tugging Roman away from the two men. “So tell me Mo, how is married life?”

“Well… It is a wonder” he said, slowly, keeping an eye on Ann, not really wanting to move away from him in fear of being discovered. “I don’t want to stay away from him for a second”

“You two were beautiful in your wedding day” she nodded, smiling. “I am so glad you finally found someone that really loves you. I haven’t been having the same luck” she sighed, looking at George annoyed. Roman frowned.

“What? You two seemed very happy together” he said confused, and she chuckled.

“A great façade, that is what it is” she said. “He wants my father’s money and has thousands of lovers. So do I honestly, we barely see each other” she sighed. “I thought marriage was more like a fairy tale”

“It should be” he said, suddenly forgetting about his role, taking her hand and frowning. “If it isn’t making you happy, you should stop pretending and get away from him. Build your life from zero. Be with someone you love”

“You are so incredible” she said, smiling sadly. “It really is amazing that you have someone that loves you so much and someone you love so much. How does it feel like? Loving someone?”

Well…

Roman looked over to where Ann was, acting serious and very alike Logan, but he could clearly see the annoyance in his eyes even from afar, he noticed how uncomfortable he was by the way he leaned away from George, how he wanted to leave the party by the movements of his fingers on his back. He was so Ann, Roman couldn’t understand how anyone was buying his role.

“Well… It feels… Like you know everything about them” he said, blinking slowly when he saw a small smirk appearing on Ann’s face, and he wondered why. “And also discovering something new all the time. It is wanting them to hold your hand but knowing that if they let go, it won’t be for long and that you have nothing to worry about. It is…” he muttered, stopping when Ann sent him a glance from the corner of his eyes, and suddenly relaxed, as if he had turned just to make sure Roman was still there. “Is to trust someone with your life and be trusted in return. But honestly… It is being able to talk about love as if you were really… in love” he whispered, voice breathy as everything in his head clicked and he blushed, deeply, staring as Ann turned away from George and walked to him and Melissa with George right next to him.

“Love, shall we eat something?” George asked as he approached, taking Melissa’s hand, and she nodded, staring with a fond smile to Roman as he woke up from his trance.

“Yes. Morgan and I have talked enough” she said, contently, and walked away, making Ann raise his eyebrow, confused.

“So, the talk was nice?” he asked, and Roman took a deep breath, looking away and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah. It is really warm in here. Can we go get some water?” he asked, and Ann shrugged, linking their arms and guiding Roman away from their corner, right to the bar on the other side of the hall. Roman stared at their arms and focused on the feeling, suddenly craving for more and not knowing how to say it.

Ann would never want to be with him. Ever.

A little further into the party, almost at the time to leave, Roman and Ann found a few more of Logan’s friends in the party, one of them being a very drunk lady that did not stop saying that they were her favorite couple from that entire boring party.

It took a minute for the rest of the less… genius friends to start shouting “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” at them, and suddenly most of the hall was screaming with them, making both Roman and Ann extremely embarrassed.

“You know they would do it right?” Roman muttered to the younger, who groaned and looked back at him.

“You won’t kill me, right?”

“Obviously not, they are asking for it”

Ann nodded and swallowed thickly before taking Roman’s waist on his hands and pulling him closer, kissing him and making the room explode in cheers. Roman took a second to answer, but slowly his hands went up Ann’s hair and pulled him closer, the party’s sounds disappearing as he focused only in the way their lips locked so well, how their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, how extremely cliché he was being and how incredibly nice he was feeling.

Soon, however, the kiss ended, and the two stood there, staring at each other with wide, surprised eyes. Ann’s cheeks were pink, and his own body was trembling a little at the feeling lingering.

“They are so in love” one of the guys in the crowd said, and at that, both Roman and Ann pulled away, quickly, suddenly forgetting their roles and being completely dazed. Realizing that Ann wouldn’t say anything, Roman smiled widely to them, blushing.

“Well, I think that’s enough for today! We will be leaving now!” he said, happily, and that seemed to wake Ann from his frozen state, both doing their best to say goodbye quickly and rush away from that party, almost forgetting their coats before they left.

They walked to the car in silence, but when they reached it, they stared at each other, breathless and shaking.

Roman needed to feel that again. So he stepped forward, going for a kiss, before he was stopped by Ann, the younger man putting a hand over his chest, shakily.

“Ro…” he breathed out, looking at him, eyes wide, unsure. “What… What happened… Was it me or…”

Roman stared at him for a while, surprised by the question, before he took Logan’s glasses off his face and Morgan’s off his own, before undoing Ann’s gelled hair the best he could to leave it over his eyes and pulled him closer by his collar.

“You. Definitely you” he breathed out, and kissed him again, harder this time, and Ann melted against him, kissing him back and pulling him closer by his shirt.

In the end, they didn’t need a cover to pretend they were in love.

An example of what I mean by looking for what things that might, on the surface, seem out of character in order to understand what is actually happening in a scene:

This nonsense in 12.20:

At first glance, it’s “Ha ha Dean doesn’t know how to hold a wine glass,” or, “What a dork he knows better than that.” Because we KNOW he knows better, from 11.12:

So rather than saying this means Jensen is an idiot who doesn’t understand his character, or assume it was supposed to be some sort of joke, two whole seconds of looking at his face in each of these pictures should clue you in that this is absolutely not a joke.

What’s the setup then, in 12.20, that has made Dean look so freaking uncomfortable? Why is he gripping that glass so tight?

Well, we know he didn’t even want to leave the bunker for this hunt. Sam had to go all the way back to the pilot episode of the show for a big enough hook to drag him away from his fretting over Cas.

“Their mom’s on a hunting trip and she hasn’t been home in a week…”

In 11.12, they were both eager to go help Claire when she called. Even if, at the time of this dinner, it was starting to look like she may have jumped the gun in calling for their help. Sam and Dean both ENJOY visiting with Jody, Alex, and Claire. And even despite the uncomfortable topic of dinner conversation, they feel like a part of Jody’s extended family (heck even in 12.06 they popped by her house unwashed from a hunt just to say hi and hang out for a while on their way home. That’s the kind of comfortable they are around Jody and her family). 

(okay I need to talk about 12.06 again, because look at these goobers, and how comfortable they feel at Jody’s house. Jody herself might be drinking wine, but she’s in her jammies. They’re eating pizza out of a box on the couch, and Sam and Dean are drinking beer… because that’s what they would choose for themselves when they weren’t trying to be polite in company they’re not familiar with. They’re not being asked to go along with an agenda they didn’t choose for themselves at Jody’s. Dean’s even got her tv remote. THIS IS HOW COMFORTABLE HE IS WITH HER. okay, just needed to get that out there)

Despite his uneasy feeling that Cas wasn’t quite right after 11.11, this felt good, feeling like part of this family felt good. Dean felt WELCOME there. He had no need to feel stressed, or “spun out,” or even that he didn’t really belong there.

In 12.20, this apparently “perfect” hunter family who was so heavily paralleled to the Winchester family but a HAPPY and HEALTHY version of it… well, Dean’s still mentally spinning his wheels over the fact that he has nothing concrete to do to help Cas, and even Mary hasn’t returned his call just asking to talk to her about some things that he sounded very upset about in his message to her.

But instead of being able to do ANY of that– I guess pace in his room while running searches of police activity on the APB Jody put out on Cas and Kelly, try to reach Mary on the phone again, heck… stand outside and yell at the sky for a while, seriously ANYTHING would’ve been preferable to him in that moment than sitting there watching the “well-adjusted” version of his own family enjoy each other’s company.

When Tasha announced that someone needed to go pick up their dinner, Dean was about to volunteer, but Sam jumped up and told him to just stay there and drink. I can just see his face screaming OH FREAKING GREAT NOW I’M HERE ALONE WITH THESE PEOPLE WHO HAD THE LIFE WE COULD’VE HAD IN A BETTER WORLD.

So he drinks. But even Twig!Tasha had some excellent words for him…

Tasha: Alicia said you grew up in the life?
Dean: Yeah. Yeah, my Dad raised me and Sam to hunt.
Tasha: And your mother?
Dean: That’s complicated.
Tasha: Yeah, family’s always complicated. Parents always seem smart and strong and perfect. It’s only when you grow up that you realize that they are just people.

Let’s not forget Dean’s talk with Jody in 11.12, too, where the two of them traded parental advice and commiseration. But they did it as equals. As FRIENDS, even.

Dean’s anxiety is already higher than average just going in to the situation in 12.20, and now that everything seems just fine at this point ^^ he’d rather have just gotten back on the road and left these people to their own lives. But no, he’s being polite, and that means he’s performing. But what the hell performance does he need to put on for these people? He doesn’t know them all that well (and doesn’t know Tasha at all).

He sees they already have this unique family bond, a causal humor with each other that he’s not familiar with at all, and he feels at loose ends trying to figure out just how to relate to them.

When Sam leaves him (ABANDONS HIM!) to go pick up their dinner, he grabs on to that wine glass like it’s the last solid thing in the room and holds on for dear life.

He’s still checking that phone constantly (without seeming like an antisocial dick), to the point that he left it sitting on a table when he got up to leave with Sam, when normally it would’ve been in his pocket. Everything about that scene, to me, was perfectly in character… when you think about all the circumstances leading up to it.

It was done exactly that way on purpose. Not so people would scream OUT OF CHARACTER! But so that maybe they’d think about WHY Dean was acting so uncomfortably.

Cuddle Night

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Teens and Up
Summary: There’s no actual plot, Steve is holding Reader and cuddling with her. Pure fluffy fiction with this 6’2” dork.
Word Count: 1.1k
Genre: Fluff!
Warnings: Some light innuendos, but nothing else.

Gif used below isn’t mine, credit to the rightful owner.

On the ground, covered by your favorite fluffy blankets with cushions placed around your bodies, you lied on top of Steve, next to the fireplace as the natural warmth of his figure caressed your skin. You could lie there for hours, your legs intertwined and your finger gently wandering over his sculptured torso as your boyfriend whispered sweet nothings.

Steve could feel your chest expand and contract on top of his, breathing out fresh air that tickled the side of his neck. He tightened his grasp around your waist as he turned slightly and looked out of the window, only to find the night’s welcoming stars beginning to light the ocean behind the cabin. It was the perfect ending to a perfect day.

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Sometime Around Midnight

A/N: i decided to write this after seeing an ex boyfriend in a club one night making out with his girlfriend and it was emotionally harrowing i was so drunk i went in the bathroom and cried lmao (we’ve been broken up for ages too btw lmao)

Song(s) Used: Sometime Around Midnight - The Airborne Toxic Event (it legit relates to what happened to me)

Pairing: Dan x Reader

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, sad thoughts (everything that makes up my personality)

Word Count: 1,448 words

Genre: Angst (I just really love angst okay)

Ps. Lyrics are in bold and italic

Dans P.O.V

“and it starts sometime around midnight, or atleast thats when you lose yourself for a minute or two…”

Midnight has always been a vulnerable time. Midnight is when you’re at your emotional peak, some could say.

Things in my life werent going the way i had planned, lets say. But I decided I would try my best to have a great time while I could. I mean, I was in Orlando for Playlist Live surrounded by amazing company; so I decided to follow the crowd to a party and now, here I am at midnight.

I dont know if it was because it was midnight, or because of all the alcohol I had consumed during the night, but there was something that was making me feel vulnerable, almost like I was anxious and on edge. Maybe it wasn’t either of those two. Maybe it was something else?

But then she walks in, and it’s almost like everything has frozen around her.

“as you stand under the bar lights, and the band plays some song about forgetting yourself for a while, and the pianos this melancholy soundtrack to her smile; and that white dress shes wearing you haven’t seen her for a while…”

(Y/n) walks in looking as beautiful as she always has been, walking in wearing an amazing white dress. The band started playing some song about letting go and forgetting yourself.

How ironic.

I look towards (Y/N) and I can see her smiling brightly at everyone, the same smile she always gave me until I fucked it all up. Her smile alone is enough to take me back to all of the great times we had together, because thats the same smile she always had on, and the melody of the piano solo of the song in the background is reminding me of those times,

those times I will never get back.

I just stood by the bar, watching her, evaluating her. I was too busy watching her that I never noticed the boy that walked in behind her…

“but you know that she is watching, she’s laughing, shes turning, she holding her tonic like a crux…”

For a second, I caught her eye, and I felt the heat rush to my face and I gave her a shy smile, but she gave one back.

She walks up to her group of youtuber friends at the party, and it seems like she’s having a great time, she’s laughing, she’s dancing and holding her drink as if her life depended on it.

All while looking my way, kind of like a message to tell me that her life is great.

But seeing her so happy and having fun is almost breaking my heart, because I’m feeling the complete opposite

“the room suddenly spinning she walks up and asks how you are, so you can smell her perfume; you can see her lying naked in your arms…”

The night started to progress and I got even drunker to forget about all of the memories that came with seeing (Y/N) at the party tonight. I guess I should’ve known that she would be here, but part of me was convinced that she would never show up.

I was so drunk the the room was practically spinning and I felt like I could barely stand up. And for a second I thought I was hallucinating because I could see her start walking towards me; this was honestly the last thing I was expecting.

“Hey Daniel, it’s been a while. How have you been?” She asks in that sweet voice of hers that I’ve missed. The voice I never thought I would hear in person again, especially standing right in front of me.

I was way too entranced to talk. The fact that my ex girlfriend was standing in front of me, she was also wearing my favorite perfume of hers, and boy did that perfume bring back more memories. Memories of us laying in bed together, her wrapped up in my arms, like it was always supposed to be.

"Yeah I’ve been alright” I lied.

"and so there’s a change in your emotions. and all these memories come rushing like feral waves to your mind; of the curl of your bodies like two perfect circles intertwined; and you feel hopeless and homeless and lost in the haze of the wine…”

After the awkward conversation about small talk, she walks off back to our- I mean her friends and I start to feel guilty, because maybe if I wasn’t such a fuck up when we were together, she would still be with me, we would still be together.

Watching her walk off started bringing back even more memories, like how our bodies would just mold and curl together, like we were perfect for each other, maybe we were perfect for each other, and I blew it.

All of these memories I’ve tried repressing since we broke up are starting to come back and their becoming too much for me, and I can feel myself getting lost in the haze of all of the alcohol that I’ve been drinking, and I can’t help but start to feel hopeless and homeless.

I feel homeless because she was my home.

"then she leaves with someone you don’t know, but she makes sure you saw her, she looks right at you and bolts…”

Phil sees me looking distressed as I continue to stand by the bar and get progressively more drunk than I already was, but he doesn’t know why, he hasn’t seen her yet. But I continue to watch her, watch her like I’ll never see her again.

All of a sudden, she starts saying her goodbyes to everyone, and she leaves, she leaves with a boy. A boy who isn’t me. A boy I don’t know.

But as she’s about to leave, she looks right at me, as if she want me to see her leave; and I did. I watched her bolt out of the room with another guy.

"as she walks out the door you blood boiling; your stomach in ropes. oh and your friends say ‘what is it? you look like you’ve seen a ghost…’”

I couldn’t help the feeling of my stomach tying itself up in knots. But the more I thought about it, the more my blood started boiling because that should’ve been me leaving with her. Not him. Me.

Phil finally approaches me, and sees me looking even more distressed and upset. I can feel my face start to pale as I think more about her and him.

"Dan are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something” Phil asks very concerned.

I shake my head no and start gathering up my things to go.

"I have to go…” and I get up and leave.

"then you walk under the street lights, and you’re too drunk to notice that everyone is staring at you. you don’t care what you look like the whole world is falling around you…”

I bolt out of the party and go outside, hoping to catch up with her and see her. I want to tell her how sorry I am for everything.

I can feel myself stumbling around the street trying to walk, too drunk to notice that everyone was staring at me.

I don’t care about the fact that I’m stumbling around the street, looking like a drunk crazy man, because it feels like everything is falling around me, and everything is falling apart.

"You just have to see her…”

I need to see her

"You just have to see her…”

I really need to find her

"You just have to see her…”

I want to see her to apologize

"You just have to see her…”

But I know she probably doesn’t want to see me

"You just have to see her….”

I really need to see her, but I know that if I do, she’ll break me in two; like I broke her in two.

"You know that she’ll break you in two…”

Missing you has become an everyday essential to my life. I miss you so much I forget why I left you. I miss everything about who I was with you. But I know that when I miss you, I’m missing the past and not who you are now. I miss who you were and I miss who we were together. And even if I miss you everyday for the rest of my life, if the choice comes of bringing you back in my life and being who I was with you, I would reject it. Even if I miss the memories and how great everything seemed, I know that is not an option anymore because we are both different people. And the most important part is that when I left you I became myself and I grew more than I ever could with you.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #87// @writtwithwitt | best friend breakups suck when you’re over attached

I always wonder how ppl think Diana stabbing Doomsday would have played out in her favor every time I see that complaint brought up.


Let’s switch her and Clark’s positions around, but we’re taking Clark and Bruce out of the fight altogether, since according to the internet she also doesn’t need an assist in this scenario. So, we have a Diana that has only a kryptonite spear and no way to restraint Doomsday to get in close the way Superman did when WW had it constrained with her lasso, and we have her with a Doomsday not weakened by kryptonite gas. So all this means we have a Doomsday with free use of his arms (one of which is now stabby and perfectly able to stab Diana in the heart as well; there’s a reason she blocks bullets y'all) and a Diana that cannot jump in and stab Doomsday without him blocking/punching her away.


The thing ppl seem to forget every time is that Diana was having some trouble with Doomsday too: Bruce was great at running away smartly and Clark was alright, but even Diana was getting kicked around by it, so while I understand the whole “why didn’t Clark risk this woman he just met’s life instead of his own, like my superman would have done?!?” knee jerk reaction, switching them around, even if we keep everyone in the fight and Supes uses Diana’s lasso (okay internet) we still end up with a stabbed superhero at the end, we just change who that is.

anonymous asked:

*tea emoji* Hamilton was socially conservative and Jefferson was socially liberal and seeing Hamilton fans try to reverse that in fanfiction to make Ham seem like a great person annoys me a lot.

Shit shit shit shit you fucking right my guy strongly agree. Like the liberal/conservative thing is relative, but Hamilton was such an elitist fuckass (his 6 hour speech? Yeah that was about a president for life much like a hereditary monarchy) that he could be considered very socially conservative. People fucking forget that because they just need an enemy for their gotdamn fics and Jefferson is the easiest scapegoat, which helps contribute to the “uwu Hamilton” culture that I hate.

anonymous asked:

how do you become a famous Chicken blogger?

Long ago I met a traveller from an antique land. I know not her name and I forget her face, but she was clad in a cloak of trodden moss and wore socks spun from spider silk. I met her at the lee of a weathered oak during a time when life for me seemed wanting and my soul knew not which road to take. So there we stood for what seemed a great while, two wanderers above a sea of fog. We spoke of bird song and the promises of spring, of foreign worlds and journeys to the stars, of great migrations and eldritch caves and the space between thought and action.

We fell into a silence then, but it would be me who broke it: “How do I become a famous chicken blogger?” My question seemed barely there, so close it was to being carried away by the wind.

“For that, young stranger,” my companion said in a voice like clear glass and still water. “I have two words and an order.” Though their color is lost to me now, her eyes seemed alight with a muted fire. “The latter is simple, and it is to keep your Android camera at the ready at all times. Your watch will be long and it will be constant. Do not fear it.”

“Yes, absolutely,” I said, feeling strangely breathless. “And the two words?”

By then she was already turning away from me and the oak and into the twisting valley. The fog below us swirled.

But two words she did speak:

“Shitty jokes.”

Missing you has become an everyday essential to my life. I miss you so much I forget why I left you. I miss everything about who I was with you. But I know that when I miss you, I’m missing the past and not who you are now. I miss who you were and I miss who we were together. And even if I miss you everyday for the rest of my life, if the choice comes of bringing you back in my life and being who I was with you, I would reject it. Even if I miss the memories and how great everything seemed, I know that is not an option anymore because we are both different people. And the most important part is that when I left you I became myself and I grew more than I ever could with you.
—  writtwithwitt | best friend breaksup suck when you’re over attached
You're My Family (Day 2: Family)

Finally finished
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Someone, oh please someone, put Soul out of his misery.

The albino was in the process of tightening his tie, when he let out a low growl. Even thinking about having dinner with his fellow Evans pissed him the hell off. Soul had begged them to postpone this year.

They insisted, however, that every once in a while, the youngest Evans should be in the company of his snooty parents, and empathetic, yet praised to an extent, older brother.

Though he hates to admit it, it really made Soul nervous to dine with his family. The pure disappointment that radiated off of his parents when he was a younger boy haunted him in ways he was uncomfortable to admitting.

Oh! Let’s not forget the immense lack of respect and understanding for what he does as a Death Scythe today! He could always feel it coming off of his parents in waves!

Thank god for his emotional support.

Or, in other words, his girlfriend. If we’re getting more specific, his Maka. Those two had been dating for a good year and a half, and Soul could not think of anything else that could make him so god damn happy.

Maka had never met his begetters*, and Soul was a bit happy over this fact, mostly because he wants to save her from the poison that is his family. Every year, he pleaded that she skipped out on the Evans annual dinner, and every year she complied. Except this one. Maka insisted on being there for him.

It was true she didn’t fully understand the situation, since he made it a point not to tell her too much, yet she knew from his wavelength that he needed her right now, so she would be there.

Soul went for his usual, that being his pinstriped suit and red dress shirt. The restaurant was, thankfully, a short distance away from the apartment, so he wasn’t really worried about being late.

He sat on the edge of the couch, his leg bouncing up and down. Maka was taking her sweet ass time, and he was tempted to yell at her to hurry up. Not because they were late, but because he was stressed, and she always brought upon a calming presence. If he did that though, he would be begging for a Maka-Chop.

“Alright Soul, I’m ready,” His little meister called out from her room, her voice swimming throughout the apartment. He shivered slightly from anticipation.

Soul could have never anticipated this.

Though her height was still in no comparison to his, the black heels adorning her feet accented her creamy legs wonderfully. The ebony dress hugged his girlfriend in all the right places, and flowed down to just above her knees. He watched in awe, as she pivoted slightly, to give him a quick glance of the low dip in the back, making every line, every muscle, visible for his entertainment. Soul prayed that he didn’t just feel a nosebleed come on.

How uncool

She played with her side braid nervously, and glanced to the side. In a wary voice, she asked, “Is it… is it too much for dinner?”

He reached for her hand, and smirked, saying, “Nope. It’s absolutely perfect.”

Maka smiled.
_____________

The music in the background was nice, and it made the awkward silence in the restaurant a little less awkward. Soul’s mother did one of those polite glares at Maka (how she does it, no idea). His father just stared blankly at him, and big bro Wes was looking at Maka like she was dessert.

Oh hell no.

Sending figurative daggers at his brother, who just winked back and smoothed down his blond hair, the Scythe instinctively reached for his meister’s hand under the table. She interlocked fingers with him, and he let out a sigh.

“So Soul,” Came the smooth voice of his mother, “This is your, oh what did you call it… ah, Master?” Soul looked at Maka, who slightly pinked.

Correcting his mother, he answered, “Actually, she’s my meister. Master would suggest she controlled me, which she doesn’t. She’s also my girlfriend, if would like to know.”

His mother, Evangeline Evans, raised her perfectly plucked eyebrows, which were a pale blonde. His father, Benedict Evans, grumbled, as he pushed back his brown hair from his face. Wes just chuckled.

“Girlfriend? Do you play an instrument, dear? I would very much like to have talented grandchildren,” Soul slightly choked on his water, while Maka patted him on the back.

Answering Evangeline’s inquiry, Maka said, “No, actually, I don’t. I couldn’t play an instrument to save my life, to be honest. But I can sing fairly well, I suppose.” Mrs. Evans made the smallest ‘hmph’ sound in the history of hmphs, and the conversation shifted.

They made small, idle talk, and Soul eased in to the soothing environment quickly. They even made comments about Wes’ world tours, and yet the albino wasn’t even that ticked off about it. Things were going better than expected, and before he knew it, dessert was served.

Yet like all good things, it came to an end.

As the two lovers dug into their shared crème brûlée (it being Soul’s favorite, and Maka had always wanted to try it), his father coughed, and in a gruff voice, said:

“Soul. Do you plan on finally doing something useful now that you’re a 'dead scythe’?” Benedict’s brown eyes met scarlet.

“Death Scythe, dad. It’s Death Scythe,” Looking over to his angel, he noticed that she looked greatly offended. Of course, his family didn’t give two shits about that. He squeezed her hand reassuringly. He continued with, “and what do you mean 'useful’? I am doing something useful.”

“More than just useful,” He heard Maka mumble. The rest of his family didn’t hear.

“We’re not meaning to offend, dear. All we’re trying to say is that, while it may have been fun while it lasted, it’s time to forget about this weapon thing. Go back to the piano! I bet if you tried, you could do great things with that instrument. I mean, really dear, what good are you doing by being a weapon?” His mother’s voice seemed like smooth caramel, yet stung like burning poison. Evangeline’s icy blue eyes pierced into Soul’s.

Before he could respond, Maka got to it first.

“What good is he doing? Do you have any idea what he does just about everyday? He’s saves people like you! Hell, Soul has saved MY life countless times! He has become a great man, damn it! I will not let you put down his achievements like they’re nothing! You should be fucking proud!”

Maka never cusses like that, unless she is extremely passionate about something. The scythe’s soul warmed.

“Look here, girl,” Evangeline spat, “I know you were not raised properly, but that gives you no right to give input on a conversation that was not directed towards you! Now, you little slut, if you have any sense at all, you would shit your mouth.”

“Now wait just a-” Soul quickly interrupted Maka.

“Did you just call her a slut?”

“What does is matter?”

“You just called her a SLUT. The most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. The person I love more than life. You know nothing about her, so don’t make shit accusations like that, damn it! Never speak to her like that again. I’ve had enough of this, come on Maka,” Seething in rage, Soul walked out of the restaurant, with Maka’s hand in his.

After a moment of silence in the darken night, while headed towards the motorbike, his little meister whispered:

“Thank you, Soul.”

He looked over his shoulder, and asked, “What for?”

“For standing up for me. Did you really mean everything you said?”

Kissing her temple, he responded, “Of course, Maka. I love you, so much. You mean everything to me.”

“I love you too, Soul. To the moon and back,”

He smiled, a real smile, before continuing, “Besides, who needs them? You’re my family. That’s all I need.”
___________
A bit rushed, but I think it’s okay.
~M

They seem to have forgotten their child is missing!’: BBC viewers blast The Child In Time’s ‘unrealistic’ plot… but praise Benedict Cumberbatch for his 'heartbreaking’ performance

However The Child In Time was met with mixed reviews from fans, after its big debut on Sunday night.

Viewers took to Twitter to blast the plot, which follows grieving parents Stephen and Julie after their daughter goes missing, as 'confusing’ and 'unrealistic’ - although many praised Benedict Cumberbatch for his 'poignant’ performance.
The tear-jerking drama follows Benedict as Stephen Lewis, who is forced to face the unthinkable when his daughter Kate, four, goes missing in the supermarket.

Alongside his wife Julie, played by Kelly MacDonald, the pair struggle to cope with their grief and guilt, and attempt to maintain their marriage following the devastating event. 

Despite its heart-breaking story however, many viewers took to Twitter to express their confusion - and blast the parents’ 'unrealistic’ reaction to losing their child.

One kicked things off by writing: 'I’m completely baffled by this. Why are they so calm if this was after their child was taken?’

While another added: 'Totally unrealistic drama #TheChildInTime the parents seem to have forgotten about their missing child within a year!’

Further viewers agreed, writing: 'Currently watching #childintime, confused more than a little. Odd behaviour from the parents, did the child actually exist? Hmmm’ and 'I thought this was going to be about the disappearance of a child- I am confused.’

Other viewers were quick to comment on the loop holes in the plot, which saw Stephen fail to look at the supermarket’s security footage immediately after the event. 

One wrote: Watching the Child In Time - so many questions already. Why hasn’t he looked at the supermarket CCTV? Wheres the police and social services?’

While another added: 'The Child In Time, he was right next do the door of a supermarket. Why not just check the CCTV and then go from there?’

Others however were more brutal in their critique, with one writing: 'What even happened in the child in time? I feel I wasted an hour and a half.’

While another more passionate fan blasted: 'Hi @BBCOne. You need to have a long, hard look at yourselves because The Child In Time was utter garbage. I’ll never get those 90 mins back.'  
However, a number of other viewers were left in tears by the drama, and were particularly impressed with Sherlock star Benedict Cumberbatch’s portrayal of a grieving father.

One praised the actor by writing: 'Hugely poignant #TheChildInTime. Brilliant acting by Benedict Cumberbatch.’

As another added: 'I am consistently blown away by Benedict Cumberbatch’s acting, such a fantastic and heartbreaking performance #TheChildInTime.’

Not forgetting traumatised mother Julie, played by Kelly MacDonald, further fans chimed in: 'The Child in Time’ was absolutely beautiful, Benedict Cumberbatch & Kelly MacDonald were perfect’ and 'That was amazing. Cried my eyes out and felt my heart warm up with love. Thank you #BenedictCumberbatch and #KellyMacdonald.’

One viewers wrote: 'It seems #ChildInTime received mixed reviews - I thought it was brilliant. Tricky to bring Ian McEwan’s words to life but this was great.’

As another added in shock: 'Why so many negative tweets about A Child In Time?! It was beautifully made, with incredible acting and a heartbreaking theme. Amazing.’

Despite the devastating story line, Benedict recently admitted he was keen to convey the characters’ love for each other following the drama, as well as their overwhelming grief. 

He told Weekend Magazine: ‘It’s ultimately a very enriching tale of endurance and committing to love. 

'A love that was there before and after, and this horrible acceptance of an absence but continuing to love that person despite them not being present. That’s the salvation in this very dark story.’ 

While he has carved a career as a successful actor however, Benedict admitted it was a particularly difficult role to play as a father himself - to young sons Christopher and Hal with wife Sophie Turner.

He continued: 'It was an unpleasant place to go to. By circumstance it happened that my second boy had been born weeks before, but it’s not a prerequisite for this role to be a father. 

If you were a childless actor trying to imagine it you’d have to be made of stone not to feel the enormity of what that must be like… how you make sense of a life with an absence that’s ever-present is a horrible thing to contemplate.’ 



http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-4917040/BBC-viewers-blast-Child-Time-s-unrealistic-plot.html

Studyblr Intro

Okay so I am basically new to the whole studyblr community, but I’m actually one of the few people who are not in High School anymore and already studying towards a Master’s degree.

Who am I?

  • My name is Verena, but friends usually call me Vee
  • I’m a university student from Germany
  • My major is Asian Art History, my minor is the Vietnamese Language
  • My main interest lies in Southeast Asian city growth and structure (especially so-called megacities), but I’m also interested in the integration of cultural heritage into modern city planning
  • I won’t say my age because I’m way older than most of you :P

What are my main study goals?

  • Acing my upcoming Vietnamese language exam and actually finishing each semester with the best results possible
  • Writing a roughly 60 to 80-page-project on Southeast Asian art representation on exhibitions worldwide
  • Tracking my progress in order to beat the nasty habit of procrastination
  • Find a proper topic to write a Master’s thesis on and actually finishing it by late spring 2018
  • Apply to different post-graduate programmes to pursue a doctorate’s degree and actually be able to write a dissertation

What/Who has inspired me to set up a studyblr?

  • The ability to track my progress, because I do procrastinate way too much, and at this point I simply cannot afford it anymore
  • My boyfriend is a great inspiration, because he is pursuing his Master’s degree in Math with such a passion that one can only envy
  • The dream of writing a dissertation has been in my life for as long as I can remember - but in order to do so, I want to graduate with the best GPA possible
  • The whole studyblr community has always seemed so welcoming and friendly that I believe working amongst like-minded people will only have beneficial effects on my routine

I know there is a habit of tagging people who have been inspirations, but there are so many out there I fear I might forget to mention most of them. So please don’t be sad if I may have failed to mention you, but keeping track of a list of names and aliases has never been an outstanding quality of mine. All of you are such amazing and hardworking people who have inspired others on more than one occasion.

Anyway, some names popping into my head as I write:

@elkstudies, @studylustre, @studyblr, @studie-s, @tbhstudying, @botanical-studies, @emmastudies, @etudiance, @polygot-in-training, @criminologystudies, @zeestudies, @ppeacchystudies, @rhubarbstudies, @lilsdesk, @hardworkign, @minimaliststudy, @studywithinspo, @studyquill, @studylou, @joiestudy, and @studykouffee

Anyways, thank you and it’s nice to meet you all. :)

Zutara Fanfic Recs Pt 1

 *If not stated rated M it’s rated T*

1.The Last Waterbender (WIP) -Haikoui

The Southern Raiders found the last waterbender, leaving her mother alive, and took the child with them to the Fire Nation as a prisoner.

Last Updated:  Apr 25 2015  Word Count: 118,326

OKay this fanfic is to die for like im serious its one of the best. it made me cry like the lu ten iroh and little katara bond is so strong like ughhh. the zutara in it makes you appreciate the little cute hints like in the show. the zutara gets stronger as you go along and its beautifully written. i cried lol characters are slightly older but i like it that way. this fic is not abandoned so yay!

2.Facets (WIP) -balai

It was unfathomable. Imagine the rumours, the scandal that would spread at the idea of the Fire Lord sneaking about under the cover of darkness, donning the mask of the Blue Spirit. But he would do it. He knew the risks he took. Still, he would do it for her.

Last Updated: Jan 30 2014  Word Count: 61,243

This is another favorite of mine and even tho its incomplete, it leaves a basic understanding of how zutara turns out. this takes plays about 5 years time after the war ended and zuko is fire lord so people want him to get married. so he escapes to the SWT and visits katara. their relationship forms into something beautiful and its great. it does have some saving and fighting in it so it isnt all fluff. beautifully written! 

3.Under the Sapphire Sky (Complete) -DamageCtrl

Clan heir Zuko’s life is saved by orphan turned mercenary medic, Katara. When they part ways, they find that they can’t seem to forget each other, but are unsure why. 

Word Count: 203,201  Rated: M

This is a vampire au but it still has bending and everything. no avatar. azula is pretty kick ass. jet isn’t crazy (he’s still my bby). i loved this fic! it’s well written and its totally twisting your emotions. one second you’re like ZUKO I LOVE YOU and the other it’s ZUKO WHAT ARE YOU DOING. katara is kick ass and toph is a werewolf what yes xd mates are included cough cough. loved it read it you wont regret.

4.Dancing in the Dark (Complete) -DamageCtrl

Having heard a rumor about two tea servers in the lower tiers of Ba Sing Se, Katara and Toph sneak away go to investigate only to have their suspicions confirmed.

Word Count: 64,257 

You get the blutara! you get the zutara! you get iroh setting people up! you get cute zuko! funny zuko! stupid jin and song…this is beautifully written and it stays true to the characters. it made me face palm at moments cough katara stahp cough but i loved the connection between the two! you have an oblivious zuko, a confident katara, and a mischievous iroh and what do you get? beauty. read this and you can thank me later.

5.Rhythm of the Rain (Complete) -DamageCtrl *Zutara fanfic queen*

Rebuilding a nation requires sacrifices. Knowing that the Fire Nation would never accept a Waterbender as it’s Lord’s wife, Katara removes herself from her fledgling romance with Zuko and encourages him to find greatness with Fire Nation noble Mai.

Word Count: 251,513 

This fanfic. THIS FANFIC. this was my first really good zutara fanfic and its art. i swear its art. IT WAS SO CUTE LIKE YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. with the turtle ducks and the zutara and its just beautifuL! proceed with caution get the tissues. like katara is making so many sacrifices for zuko’s happiness at ruling his nation and there’s some action so have a heads up. THIS IS AMAZING MUST READ.

6.Jasmine (WIP) -Yorushike 

Katara, traveling companion of the Avatar, had always dreamed of the day the war would end, but she had never thought that she would be forced to marry Firelord Zuko, who was said to have killed his own father, for this to happen. Zuko had no other goal than to repent for his sins and bring peace to the world, even if both his allies and enemies feared and hated him.

Last Updated: Apr 29 2015  Word Count:  172,458

So i haven’t finished this yet but im currently reading it and its FANTASTIC. i was putting this off because zuko is a bit of a sadist or at least thats the rumors in the book so i was like eww but IVE SEEN THE ERROR IN MY WAYS. i just wanna cuddle him and tell him hes BEAUTIFUL. zuko never traveled with the Gaang. au. you should definitely read this!

7.Love Thy Enemy- (Complete?) -RedNovember

The mighty Fire Empire rules the entire world, after they conquered it a century ago. Now, almost a hundred years later, a tiny tribe of rebels have sent Katara, an undercover assassin, to kill the Fire Emperor Zuko.

Word Count: 136,905

So the reason i put a question mark is because in the last chapter she says there will be an epilogue but its been 9 years since she said that so….ANYWHO! this is a au where katara was raised as a kyoshi warrior along with sokka. when she is old enough to become official, the mistress sends her to assassinate zuko by becoming the first female elite.the bond grows very nicely and even tho no epilogue you can infer! some action of course so must read!

8.The Hunter and the Prey (Complete) -RedNovember

The Prince of the Fire Nation will do anything to find the legendary Avatar, but what if the bait he captures to lure the Avatar decides to fight back and gains his attention in more ways than one? 

Word Count: 144,835

so this is a prequel to love thy enemy AND YOU HAVE TO READ THIS FIRST OR YOU’LL BE SPOILED. so yeah. this book is so sad!!!! the plot twist the love bonding and everything. the heartache. i cant say more or it shall give it away. even tho it’s super sad i loved it. prepare for waterworks!

9.When the Mask Comes Off (Completed) -Jamie Hasaku

After freeing her and her friends from capture, Zuko has no choice but to care for a gravely injured Katara, who was left behind by accident. The trick? Keeping his face hidden so she doesn’t hurt herself even more by trying to fight him.

Word Count: 73,457

this. this. this FANFIC. you get blutara! you get zutara! you get cuteness overload! you get amazingness! you get beauty! you get ART. i absolutely loved this fanfic and you will too!

10.The Dragon and the Siren (Completed) -CultOfStrawberry

Hades x Persephone inspired. In a land of gods and spirits, Katara is the daughter of the Sea, and Zuko is the powerful and reclusive God of the Fire Realms. Zuko has been pining for her for too long… so he finally takes action.

Word Count: 143,362 

  this plotline is so gooood and unique! i love the zutara! even tho zuko is a bit annoying at first, i love how well the bond and relationship develops. zuko’s feelings are so adorable! like seriously read this you will not regret it. the plot has stuck with me even after all these fanfics. thank me later :D

Scarlet Heart: Ryeo Sentence Starters

“I will not leave you.”

“You are my eternal companion.”

“It’s not a crime to want to live.”

“What am I supposed to do with my life?”

“Your life will not change simply because you want it to.”

“I received all her love. Why did I just realize now?”

“Whenever I come to you, all of my problems seem to become lighter.”

“How can I live without seeing you?”

“I wish I had not loved you.”

“Then tell me why you killed them.”

“I’m her/his awesome person now.”

“I’m sorry for leaving you alone.”

“They all get burned with the passing of time and leaving without a trace.”

“If we had met in another world and another time, I was thinking of how great that would have been.”

“You became someone I could never forget in my life.”

“I will become the only thing you see.”

“I came to realize that the opposite of love is not hating- but leaving.”

“I will forget everything.”

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

“If we are not from the same world, I will find you.”

“He/she is mine.”

“Did you miss me?”

“Did you ever miss me? Even once.”

“I longed for you every moment.”

“I will become a god above kings.”

“I’m not alone, so I’ll be fine.”

“The higher up you are, the more you should care about justice.”

“I can’t see the sky from my room.”

“Now that I’m here, there are so many stars.”

“You are lying.”

“We promised not to lie to each other.”

“Just lie to me instead.”

“Tell me it’s a misunderstanding.”

“It was always me that was cast aside.”

“I think you understand me.”

“He/She should come beg to me.”

“You should have said you understood me.”

“I am afraid every time we meet.”

“My heart belongs to someone else.”

“You have been my only friend.”

“Whether there is value in doing something or not, that is something you can only answer for yourself.”

“Do you want to borrow it?”

“I thought I had lost you.”

“I thought I wouldn’t be able to see you again.”

“I was scared.”

“I did not throw him/her away.”

“Do you still love me?”

“I love you.”

“You are my only king/queen.”

“I will be King/Queen.”

“Should I call you my person?”

“You are my person.”

“We were never close.”

“I may have failed once- but I never lose twice.”

“Marry me.”

“Are you here to see me?”

“Is it food?”

“Are these written characters or is it a drawing?”

“Does it change anything to get drunk?”

“You do not know how I feel.”

“I will only be good to you.”

“It would have been nice to live like this from the beginning.”

“I cannot live that way.”

“I have always been stupid.”

“I was happiest while I was with you.”

“I do not want that kind of consolation.”

“You would never become mine.”

“If I said I was sorry, that would be truly mean, right?”

“It’s a gift only you can give me…”

“If you do this, I will really die.”

“I cannot let him/her go alone.”

“I do not want to.”

“Let him/her go.”

“I am not going to apologize.”

“Did you ever even like me?”

“I like you even now.”

“Did you draw this yourself?”

“I’m sure we will get another chance.”

“Can I do whatever I want?”

“I was scared to come to you.”

“You came because of my music, right?”

“Let me see you dance.”

“I don’t dance for strange men.”

“If you are a prince, I’m one of your attendants.”

“You don’t have any honesty in you at all.”

“I really am _____.”

“If you are willing to wait, I can wait.”

“How many times is that now?”

“When it snows again, let’s walk here.”

“What happened? I shouldn’t ask, right?”

“Can I hold you?”

“When you went through a hard time, I’m sorry I wasn’t there with you.”

“I only want good things to happen for you, and to make you happy now.”

“Trust in me.”

“Who are you to be able to do that?”

“I still have more to confess to you.”

“You ruined everything.”

“You’re so foolish.”

“I forgot what I wanted to tell you.”

“How could you hurt me like this?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You belong to me.”

“I told you I would get you permission.”

“Let me help you.”

“Will kissing make me pregnant?”

“I have come back from war.”

“All I could think about was that I wanted to drink your tea.”

“I can’t even help you, so what am I to say?”

“I will take care of everything, so wait.”

“What are you wishing so hard for?”

“I feel very betrayed.”

“Do not misdirect your anger.”

“What are all of these for, anyway?”

You’re Not Alone

By: Anouk

November  11th , The Netherlands

I saw some shadows and heard a noise. I couldn’t exactly tell, but it was soft and seemed to come from afar. I was floating somewhere between sleeping and waking, while I slapped my nightstand in the hope to hit my alarm clock. Fortunately I succeeded, grabbed my glasses and slowly sat up straight. I gave myself a few seconds and then opened my curtains. Oh, what I would do to see the rising sun shining through some buildings, hear the morning traffic and feel the vibes of a big city, getting ready for a new day. I tried to accept the fact that reality was just a little different, so I took a deep breath and got myself ready for another day.
As the sun was already setting and everybody went inside, I decided to go for a run. Running was just my way to clear my mind or end the day. While I jogged through the pastures of my not New Yorkish village, I felt calm. The sky above me was so pretty pink and blue pastel colored. For the first time in my life I was grateful. Grateful that I lived here. That I was able to enjoy how mother nature could fill my soul with what it needed, without even trying.

November 11th, U.S.A (NY)

Sirens ringing, people talking. Finding rest in a city that never sleeps. I rubbed my eyes and stretched my legs. I came out of bed almost immediately and splashed some cold water in my face. I opened the window above my bed and took in my surroundings. Life’s great, isn’t it?
At the end of the day I felt like grabbing a cup of coffee. I rambled through all the busy streets. As it was November, it was already dark around five p.m. I wished I would be able to look at the stars and take a deep breath without getting in any chemicals. Everybody around me was so busy with their own lives. From appointment to appointment, no time to waste, forgetting what life is actually about. Nobody seemed to pay attention to one another and so did the guy who nudged me. He didn’t seem to care. But when we made some kind of eye contact, his facial expression changed. ‘I-I am sorry. Are you okay?’ He asked. ‘I’m fine, thanks.’ I answered, while trying to give him a little smile. ‘Can I may ask you something?’ ‘Yeah, I think so.’ I said, not knowing what was happening. ‘I just wanted to say you’re not alone. And even if you are, remember being alone is not the same thing as being lonely.’ He said quite confident. Something in his eyes told me he was different, caring, but I didn’t tell him. I was just quiet, not able to say anything. I must have looked very desperate or something. Was it possible to stand out between so many people? Was it possible to feel alone, in such a crowded place?

Photographer: Beth

Faking It (Part 3/5)

Pairing: Eventual Bucky X Reader

Summary: “Faking your own death takes courage” when Coulson comes to the Reader with a mission that requires time and energy, what will ensue.

Word Count: 1949

Warnings: Gambling, Murder, Funeral arrangements, Mourning.

A/N: This is in Bucky’s POV, for the most part.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 / Part 5 /

The team, under the penalty of death said by Natasha but receiving an equally knowing and cold glare from Steve, had given Bucky his privacy with you. The team had started a pool on when the two of you would quit being stupid and get together. A pool which Bucky knew about because Steve was a horrible liar. It looked like no one was going to win the pool now, which was a weight just as heavy as the jar of bullets that resided in Bucky’s pocket. “What’s going to happen to (Y/N)’s body?” Wanda asked, and Nat and Clint trained her with glares.

The one they had addressed as Coulson raised his head from his hands and stood up. “I claim the body, and I make the arrangements. I’m (Y/N)’s legal guardian and next of kin. (Y/N) wanted to be cremated, hated seeing the bodies at the funeral.” There was a lot about (Y/N)’s childhood that was unknown, or classified. But Bucky had gotten enough SparkNotes to understand that Coulson had adopted you when you were eight after your parents had been murdered by HYDRA.

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boycub  asked:

would it be possible that you could do a tiny expression tutorial because your characters convey emotions so well and id be super interesting in learning a few things from you

Anything I could show you has been already drawn, I think. There’s a tutorial I’ve seen some months ago but I can’t seem to find it. (Will link it if I ever come across it again.)
For the REAL basics you should read Preston Blair’s Animation book which contains the very minimum you need to know about shapes, action lines, expressions, etc. (The scan is pretty bad but you get the idea.)
I really like lackadaisycats’s expression tutorial, too. It’s a great, compact guide and it also mentions my big pet-peeves: side-mouths, same-facing and generic anime expressions (especially for western style characters, eugh).
And of course don’t forget to draw a lot of life studies of others and of yourself. People tend to draw characters that look like themselves and that’s fine, we’re all different and that will make your characters look unique. I use my own expressions for Buttons all the time. Sometimes I take pictures of myself and exaggerate my own expression using his proportions. The point is not to copy blatantly but try to notice the little details that make the expression instead. If you try making faces in the mirror you will find they look a lot different from what you THINK you’re doing so when it comes to drawing expressions you kinda want to mix the real thing with how you want it to “feel like”. (I can’t explain it much better than that, sorry.)
Oh yeah, and try to find pictures of others making the same faces, too. You’d be suprised how many kinds of different angry/hurt/happy/excited/etc. expressions there are! For Buttons I use Tim Roth’s expressions too and make little exercises.(x)(x)(x)(x)(x)(x)(x) It has helped me A LOT in defining Buttons’ basic set of faces and his default expression.
Hope this was somewhat helpful!

languagestudying-deactivated201  asked:

Hello! Do you have any tips on reading Hangul fast, and like a native? According to my friend, who is second generation Korean - her mom and dad are Korean - she can recognize the Hangul alphabet like we recognize our alphabet, while I have to translate Hangul in my head, into romanization, which I am trying to CUT out of my life aha. Thanks~

The romanisation of Korean has undergone many reconstructions over the years, and during its creation, romanisation has seen an array of unorganised, or disorderly forms. Ultimately, romanisation is a great starting point, but it is not something to depend on.

Relying on romanisation can often lead to pronunciation and reading problems, since learners adhere to the strict guidelines that romanisation seem to enforce. People tend to forget that romanisation is simply a guide, and is not to be used as an unwavering set of rules. This is mainly because romanisation provides a very similar sounding comparison, but not an accurate one.

It’s because of this, that when anyone asks me, I always say the same thing. Forget romanisation

It was not the way that I personally learnt Hangul, since I found it unnecessary. Instead, I focused on learning Hangul the same way I learnt my own alphabet as a child. I associate the correct sound with its corresponding letter.

However, I know that some people can find romanisation very helpful! And by all means, if you feel that romanisation is the way for you, then go for it! ^^ 

But more often than not, I have people asking me how to recognise Hangul like a native or how to improve their reading skills, and it is strongly due to the fact that they have become so reliant on romanisation. When using romanisation, you are essentially putting your brain through two unnecessary processes. You first recognise a Korean letter, and then have to associate that with its romanisation comparison, before you can then link it to its correct pronunciation. Even though this step might not seem very time consuming; it might actually be the problem holding you back. 

Think of it like crossing three bridges to ultimately get to the same side of the river that the first bridge would have taken you to. Even if you hadn’t crossed the other two bridges, you still would have ended up on the right side, so why waste time crossing them if you didn’t need to?

This can often be where people get frustrated. Because you might think that you need to cross those two extra bridges, otherwise you’ll get lost or make a mistake. And that’s completely understandable; but this might be because you have become completely dependant on romanisation.

So my tip for reading Hangul like a native? LEARN it like a native!

That might sound quite scary, but it isn’t, I promise. Because all you are doing, is associating a sound with a letter. You’ve already done this once, so it will be easy to do it again! When you look at the letter “A’, you are reading the attributed pronunciation in your head without any other unnecessary steps, which is why it feels so natural. This is the trick you have to apply to Korean if you want to read it more fluidly.

The key to this is simply practice. There aren’t any shortcuts, unfortunately. But since Hangul is the foundation of Korean (much like any alphabet for any language) it is not something to gloss over. You really need to take your time, and of course have fun with it!

You’ll notice that the more you practice, the easier it will become to see a letter, and instantly read the attributed pronunciation in your head! Read online stories in Korean, and instead of focusing on what any of the words mean - just focus on actually reading. Check out places like MBC News, or YTN News. Or even just following these news stations on Twitter! That is a great way to make sure you always have fresh content on your feed to practice reading, since they update regularly. Try to practice as often as possible.

I keep mentioning this video in most of my answers, but that’s because it is such a good video for learning Hangul - and I recommend watching it more than once. The key point to remember when watching, is try not to associate the letter with its romanisation - try to remember the sound associated with its letter instead. Go into it with the mindset of a child, with the openness and adaptability you had when you first learnt your native language. Because sometimes, it’s the process of overthinking that can hold you back!

I wish there was a simple, quick fix answer. But one like that doesn’t exist. So the only advice I can really give you, is to practice. And don’t get frustrated with yourself, it will come in time! Just remember to have fun with it!

I hope this was the tiniest bit helpful.

If you have any other questions, feel free to ask!

-L.E.

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Wayne isn’t my last name, very few people know my full name. You probably did at some point but I made sure to erase that memory. But I’m getting sidetracked.

I’ve been using this page for a bit of fun but, I never bothered to introduce myself. I suppose that by now, I should be more than safe to tell my story. I spent so much time making people forget me, and yet now I seem to miss the praise. Well, in retrospect, I was surrounded by attention so its not too strange.

Well, I’m sure by now you want to know who or what I am. Well it’s quite simple.

I’m a mind-controlling, all powerful god.

In retirement.

Now it may seem like a big claim, but like all great men and women in history, I have a backstory.

As a child and a teenager, my life was very normal. Average height, weight, looks, family income, hell I looked like a kid from a Lunch-ables commercial. Yes, I was average in every sense. Except for one.

No, I wasn’t a genius. I had migraines; serious, painful, sporadic migraines. Doctors didn’t know why. I learned to live with the pain and just went about a ‘normal’ life for 18 years. Sadly, my condition was a ticking time bomb, and a strong enough blow to my head would have sent me into extreme pain.

Falling down the stairs of my high school a week before graduation was enough. My head was in uncomfortable pain, so bad that I couldn’t even move. Luckly, my classmate Kim was….

Well lets not talk about Kim.

Anyway, I passed out soon after I was helped. When I woke up, I was able to the read minds of those around me. As you can imagine, being able to hear voices in your head would be a bit of a shock. In my distress, I soon found that I couldn’t just read minds; I could change them. Make people think or remember what I wanted them to.

Not long after that, I found that changing people’s bodies was not much harder…

So life just went on. I graduated high school and…. well life didn’t wasn’t as normal. I can sort of break it up into 4 sections.

1) My wild and crazy young years.

Basically from 18 to about 29 I was just doing goofy shit. Went to college and graduated with a degree in business accounting, but around all of that was a bunch of goofy fun. Mostly getting laid by random women, and lots of making women flash me for no reason. I started learning more about my love of bimbos, or more accurately, this is when it started.

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At 30, I decided to actually use my degree and get a job. I tried using my powers much less than I already was (I had to use them to get the job in the first place). Sadly, people can be such bitches. So I ended up breaking my own promise about a year into the job. At first, I was just fucking with people’s minds to make them want to sleep with me, but I was getting sloppy and needed to make more drastic changes to the office. Next thing I knew, I was making 6 figures, most of which was under the table. Gotta love cheating taxes.

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Yep, I ran for mayor. See, as I was getting older my powers started growing. I was able to affect people more deeply and for much longer. Soon I was able to affect 5 people at a time. 5 became 12, then 50, then 100. So at 40, I left the company and ran for mayor in this small 300-person town in the middle of nowhere, Utah. I made a few changes: education system, construction,…

the police force… I think I was a just leader. So basically I was controlling at least half of the population at any given time. Lucky me, we’re not a popular tourist stop.

4) Retirement. 

After being…. well after I’ve had my fun, I got kinda bored of it all. I decided that I just wasn’t meant to be around other people. So after I left my little no-name town, I had a cabin built in the woods for myself.

Halfway through construction I realized that I needed a partner. I never married during my life, but I knew that just pure isolation would drive me crazier than I already was…

And so I went into the nearest town, hoping to find the woman that I could, well, spend the rest of my time with.

And then I found her.

Gail was just sitting there, drinking her coffee. I was drawn to her immediately. I had a weakness for women who reminded me off…. 

Anyway, after a few….

…modifications, Gail became my partner. 

So this is my life now. Gail goes into town to get food every now and then, but she also helps me run this blog. I mostly use it to remind myself of what my life was like. I usually let you know which posts I make, but Gail can be creative at times so she makes her own posts. So don’t be afraid to ask us questions.