i'm so sorry you had to deal with so much flak over your puppy. i can't wait to see the pupper and more art :D <3 -sends much love-
thank you!! ;; LOL it’s kind of hilarious really, I did not expect this much discourse to start on just an announcement puppy post. Thankfully I know what I’m talking about, so all it does it make me roll my eyes to mars lol (and everyone else’s eyes rolling too, thanks to people who also know what they’re talking about haha). I’ll most likely be posting most of my puppy on my twitter instead of tumbles! :D
We’re like oil and water, Never meant to be together . We’re like rock and scissors.Where one beats the other You saw my walls tumbling down, And threw my heart to the ground. You let it burn, you let it burn. I lock my heart, I hide the key. I can never make you love me.
My take on grown Misty!( * ^ w ^ ) She’s about in her early 20’s, Misty went back to running her gym, and as a side job and hobby she teaches in a swimming program to younger kids! She uses up most of her free time visiting Pewter City and assisting Brock with his Pokemon Rehabilitation Center, tending to pokemon, Brock appointing her often to tending to the water pokemon, since she specializes in them, and for having a better understanding of their needs. And often the only one willingly open for a swim at any time lol.
As someone who has been really active on the Teen Wolf fandom for a while, what would you say are some of the truly staple fic for sterek? Like, not exactly the most kudo-ed on ao3, but from the top of your head those old fic that seems like everyone has read
The ones that immediately come to mind (and some looking through my bookmarks lbr) are:
* Alpha Spikes (which I believe was taken down some time ago, which sucks, but that was like THE fic to read if you were just starting out in the Sterek fandom way back in the day. Man I miss that fic)
ohhh, look a headcanon/scenario post! :D this was a whole lot longer than i originally planned, but oh well!! i played around with each of their stories, so i hope you don’t mind <3 <b>you can find JAEHEE, JUMIN and 707′s under the cut! if you have any requests, feel free to shoot them my way. anyway, i hope you enjoy!
RFA + THE MOMENT THEY REALIZE THEY’RE IN LOVE
Yoosung thinks he’s sick.
His heart starts palpitating, his palms
grow sweaty and he’s so out-of-focus that he’s losing his streak on the LOLOL
leadership boards. He downs a cup of coffee, glaring at his bedroom clock,
which stared back with a 22:12pm in bright blue lights. It’s way too early to
be feeling tired, he thinks.
He sighs, exiting the server and
letting the game’s background music blast through his computer’s speakers. He
places a hand to his neck, feeling for a warm temperature, only to end up
confused as he realizes he’s not even remotely feverish. Worriedly, he calls
her up, sure that she would know what’s up with him.
“Hey [Name],” he says, going back to
his desk to take another swig of coffee. He joins another server, hoping LOLOL
would help calm his nerves. Why was he always so nervous when he was talking
with her? He prattles on about his supposed “symptoms” as he patiently waits to
be connected to the server.
“Sounds like you’re in love,” she
suddenly blurts out. He almost sprays his coffee all over his computer at those
words. He can tell she’s joking. She was joking, right? Right? He tries
to come up with a reply, but all that comes out of him is a strangled sound. He
hears her laughing from the other end. “Ohhh, bulls-eye! Who’s the lucky
person? Is it me you’ve fallen for?”
Yoosung’s eyes widen at this, and his
heart feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest and start tap-dancing on
his desk. He’s stunned to a silence; his mind is racing, wondering whether or
not to confirm her statement. Well, that would certainly explain why he always
felt so worked up around her. Before he could even answer her question, he
hears her awkward laughter on the other end of the phone.
“Hey, I was kidding! Playing some LOLOL
might calm your nerves, but I suggest not staying up too late. It might
actually be a fever, after all.” Yoosung manages to quickly blurt out an
apology as well as a thank you, before wishing her a good night and ending the
call without waiting for her reply. He leans back on his chair, staring at the
cream-colored ceiling above him.
It’s when he places both of his hands on
his chest and feels the rhythmic thumping of his heart. It’s when he tries to
steady his breathing, and when he finally does, he remembers what she said and
wheezes. It’s when he realizes that he knows the answer to her earlier
question, but he was too shy, too scared to actually answer her. It’s when he
makes a promise to tell her, face-to-face and unabashedly, one day. Yoosung’s
eyes linger to his desk clock.
It’s at 22:17pm on a LOLOL-filled
Tuesday night that he realizes that he’s completely, head-over-heels in love with her.
Zen can’t sleep.
He’s lying in bed, positively tired
after a day’s work. He knew he did well earlier, yes, but his own
self-reassuring thoughts did very little for his nerves. Ever since the whole
hacking situation, he’s been on edge during his performances; he can’t help but
be upset at himself for not giving his all for his audiences.
Despite being an “egotistical prick”,
as Jumin calls it, he was often hit by waves of doubt during these late
sleepless nights. His self-reassuring thoughts began to shift into ones of
doubt, pushing him to twist and turn in his suddenly uncomfortable bed.
Was he a genuinely good actor? Did
people watch his musicals for his talents or for his looks? Would he ever be
more than just a handsome face up on the stage? He was jolted back to reality
by the sudden ringing of his cellphone. He begrudgingly reached out to view the
caller ID: [Name].
Without a second thought, he
immediately answers the call. Her cheerful voice was tinged with a hint of her
own weariness. He feels his heart begin to swell, savoring the way her voice
says his name. “Can’t sleep either?” he says, genuinely happy to find her
calling him out of all the other RFA members.
“Yeah,” he hears her say. “I was hoping
you were awake. I’m glad I was actually right.” His chest tightens at this, and
he can’t help but smile at the thought of her thinking about him at such an
hour. He finds a sort of solace in her, thankful for her constant presence
amidst all the happenings in his life.
The two converse, and he finds the
weight on his shoulders gradually become lighter. His heart is both calm and
erratic, and he finds himself laughing together with her, despite being miles
apart. When he hears her congratulate him for the show he put on, for being
such an amazing actor on-stage, for doing so well, even if he may not believe
so, he almost starts crying.
“You’re doing so well, Zen. I’m sure
all your fans can agree that you’re doing so much more. I mean that, truly. If
you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m here. So is Jaehee and the rest of the
RFA,” she says from the other end of the line, and he allows himself to think
that she means it. No, he knows she means it; it’s in the way that she speaks
to him that he knows she’s saying nothing but the truth.
It’s when she says her good night that
he catches himself almost saying it. He purses his lips, blundering out a good
night of his own before slamming the END CALL button. It’s when his eyes shoot
wide open, and he feels a ditzy smile gracing his lips. It’s when his
self-doubting thoughts are replaced by thoughts of her. He brings his pale
hands to his hair, and he can’t help but marvel at how much she affects him.
It’s when he catches himself thinking
about her in wonder does he realize that he’s crazy about her.