no one will judge you if you cry

anonymous asked:

Hey uh.. not to bother you by any means.. but can I get a link to those tips for drawing people crying you did once?? I looked through all the tags and couldn't find it myself, sorry..

Oh, it’s no bother! http://whatisthiscutenonsense.tumblr.com/post/147379834506/eruhamster-retroautomaton-some-crying-tips 

But honestly, I’m not actually too happy with those anymore. They’re pretty old. I still sort of hold the same value when I draw them, but here’s some more updated tips, if that’s alright. 

One of the biggest complaints I got with those tips was that just a single tear is good enough. Well yes and no. Tears are just a helpful tool, and of course not everyone cries the same, so yes, a single tear can be just as impactful, as long as your emotion and context carries the message. 

On the opposite end of the spectrum, there’s heavy crying. And this can take many forms. Again, the face has to carry the intensity of the emotion; the tears are just there to emphasize it. More intensity, (for some people) does tend to include more liquids and leaking. 

And of course none of it has to be perfect or even. As I love to touch on, crying is messy and ugly. It brings out the most strained emotions. So none of it has to be symmetrical to get the point across- if anything, it gives it more movement. 

I of course draw in a more cartoony fashion, so if you did want to go on the more realistic end of the spectrum, you can focus on the actual physics of tears and how they act and react on the face. More realistically, they come from the inner eye, and are much smaller. They tend to fall in wayward paths, slowly, but  sperraticly, and in droplets or thin streams. You can also add streak marks and flush up the face, depending on the subject. 

I’m glad you liked my old tips, and I hope these new ones help! 

ARMY REACT to BTS going to BBMAS:

THE TOO~ EXCITED:  

“OMG hold me and my horses MA BOYS are making history. KIM NAMJOON,KIM SEOKJIN, MIN … BTS BTS BTS ” (Probably a JHope fan)

Originally posted by yovibeispretty

THE TOO~ CHILL:

“It’s not that big of an award, don’t come cry at me if they get it handed to them during commercial break. *sigh* I am too cool *forever judging you*”

Originally posted by yoonmin

THE DREAMER:

 “Soon we will find in youtube ‘Bruno Mars reacting to BTS NotToday Fancam’. OH BOI, I can’t wait”

Originally posted by jxnhyungs

THE SCARED:

“What if they hate them? What if they get depressed and we go back to the run Era? What if we get new ARMYs who like them just for their faces?”

Originally posted by jihope

THE ONE WHO BLINKED:

Blink one second in this fandom and you miss an Era, 3 Vlives, 124435 selfie, 7 annoucements and more…So he/she is now like “I hope BTS will get invited” *Tweets invite BTS to the BBMAs #BTSBBMAS* 

Originally posted by namjoonholic

THE PROTECTOR:

“And if one sh*tty lil piece of foreign cr*p dares to even THINK of Boo-ing them. Tell them I HAVE A BOMB. And if they dare to run the inspector Armys will find them for me”

Originally posted by jenorise

THE EVENT PLANNER: 

“We need ARMYs to attend the event, also we are preparing banners, the fanchant can be downloaded in the link bellow. and let’s all wear blue to tell BTS that we are the sky they can fly in”.

Originally posted by jaayhope

THE SPECTATOR:

He thought it was keeping up with BTS. Mainly here for the drama and memes *Grabs popcorn*. “OMG Beliebers said that? And ARMY did what?”

Originally posted by jengkook

THE HIBERNATORIAL:

Too busy with life right now. Will appear once they win and act like he was here supporting them from day one.

Originally posted by kpoop

Which one are you? By @mimibtsghost

Food network gothic

You’re watching a show on the foodnetwork. Giada is showing you how to make a recipe. Her whole instructional turns into italian, and you understand her. You’ve been following along the whole time, but you just don’t know what the recipe is and you forgot what protein you put in. You dont worry and keep adding ingredients. It feels like it’s been hours before it ends. The judges deliberate. You swear you’ve watched this episode before… was this even a competition show when you started watching? It doesn’t matter. Its midnight and you’ve unconsciously made 5 different dishes. Geoffrey zakarian is eating one. They’re all 5 star. Scott Conant bursts into your home, crying. When you look in the mirror, your reflection has been replaced with bobby flay.

The dark side of The Signs
  • Aries: Reckless to the point of disaster. By the time they figure out they've done or said too much, it's too late and the damage is already done.
  • Taurus: Unkind and unforgiving to those who once held their trust. They can be so blind to reason and to explanation. They will throw away people they love just to prove a point.
  • Gemini: You never know what you're going to get out of them. One day they'll be ready to help you and love you, they next they'll tell you never to speak to them again.
  • Cancer: They love blaming every problem they encounter on others. Because someone hated them so much, they had to have wished this on them. At least, that's what they're thinking.
  • Leo: They become extremely frustrated and hostile when they don't get what they want. They are convinced they deserve to have it, so if it means they need to break out the fangs, they will.
  • Virgo: They think they know better than you; and they'll tell you all about it. Did you really think you did something well? Virgo will explain just how to perfect it, and how they "could've done it better."
  • Libra: They aren't as harmless as they appear. The worst of them will try to eliminate whatever gets into their way. They don't care how "good" your intentions are- you're wasting their time, and they will most likely find a way to get you out of their way.
  • Scorpio: They don't forget. If you come back around years later trying to be close again, they will guilt trip you and then send you back. You don't want to fuck with these guys.
  • Sagittarius: They don't care about your feelings. If they have something to say, they're going to say it. And if you scream and cry, they're ultimately convinced it's not on them.
  • Capricorn: They will watch, and judge, every single thing you do. If they hate you a little extra, they'll fuck it up and get you in trouble for your accidents, too.
  • Aquarius: They will completely shut you out when they're bored of you. Don't expect an explanation (or any kind of friendly one,) or any sort of "mercy." They'll just sneer at you and walk away.
  • Pisces: They will lie right through their teeth to spare your feelings, and then go and do something they know would break your heart. Only for the pleasure of the moment.
Nosy Rosy Big Brother

Originally posted by oldbucksicle

Summary: Dean’s hit with a strong case of curiosity. Pure, uncontrollable curiosity that leads to him finding a treasure trove of nasty little things.
Paring: Sam/Reader, Dean/Reader (kinda), Implied Sam/Reader/Dean at the end
Word Count: ~2.5K
Warnings: FILTH. At this point it’d be easier to name what’s not in this fic, but I’ll name a few that are; smut (obvy), dirty text, nudey pics, sex videos of Sam/Reader, masturbation, anal play, anal sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk, copious amounts of semen, Sam’s a big fan of creampies (both of the butt and vag variety), more masturbation, voyeurism, NSFW gifs just to really mess y'all up :)
a/n: aight don’t judge me but I only have one fic to post today bc school’s got me fucked up and has literally sucked my soul from my body. I’m still working on some of the requests you guys have sent in and other WIP’s as the mood/will to do anything but cry in a corner hits me (lol but I’m fine tho I swear) I hope you guys enjoy my contribution for Smut Appreciation Day 2017!



The first time Dean “snoops"—it’s by total accident. 

Sam had lent him his phone after Dean’s had been compromised on the hunt that they had just finished. Long story short; phone in pocket plus getting pushed into pool by werewolf equals no bueno. Dean pulled up the messaging app to shoot the hunter that been helping them out a text to let him know that everything had been squared away, but when Dean went to tap compose message, his thumb took a sharp left and ended up pulling up the messages between you and Sam. 

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Blurryface
  • Heavydirtysoul: "this is not rap" ARE YOU SURE TYLER?! ARE YOU REALLY SURE?! + street poetry lyrics I'm crying
  • Stressed out: insecurity + anti-capitalist vibes
  • Ride: reggae-techno-emo-rap
  • Fairly local: that one high note. You know what I'm talking about.
  • Tear in my heart: the cutesy love song we all need TBH
  • Lane boy: remember when you thought the ode to sleep rap was hard? AHAHAHAHAHA
  • The judge: weird ass noise in the beginning + ukulele + freeeeEEEEEEEE
  • Doubt: k but the beginning part sound like cats meowing really fast
  • Polarize: low key makes it feel like you're in a rap video
  • We don't believe what on tv: JOSHHHHHHHHH + YEYEYE
  • Message man: chill af + dat bassline tho
  • Hometown: supercool alt-rock vibes
  • Not today: "this ones a contradiction because of how happy it sounds" LIKE ALL YOUR FUCKIN MUSIC?!?! THIS IS WHY IM SO EMOTIONALLY CONFUSED
  • Goner: I'm crying AGAIN + the tiNY BEAN IS SCREAMING AGAIN
Dialogue Prompts #2

Inspired by things that have been said in my Political Science class. (roughly translated to English)

1) “I’ve studied all night, and I still don’t understand this.” 

2) “Did you do the homework?” “No.” “Oh thank god, I’m not the only one!”

3) “Putin and Trump should go to couples therapy”

4) “She’s cute, but I’m pretty sure she can’t count to ten.”

5) “I can fit a whole row of crackers in my mouth, want to see?”

6) “I only came because of the free food.”

7) “Child labor is alive and well”

8) “Life would be horrible without vodka juice boxes”

9) “Wait wrong class” “He was here for an hour, and he just now realizes this?”

10) “You can’t buy my love!” “I got you doughnuts”

11) “Death is near, but not near enough”

12) “My only goal in life is to pass this class”

13) “The British are invading again” “Fuck!”

14) “I drew Trump and Putin as cats, want to see?”

15) “Motivation? What is that!?!”

16) “What are you doing?” “Trying to read my own handwritting”

17) “Do you think Trump writes love letters to Putin? I do”

18) “I would never murder you….well not with my bare hands, that’s too much work”

19) “You said if I go to bed early I would feel better…..you’re a fucking liar”

20) “On a scale of 1-5 how bad did you fail?” “5″ “Perfect, me too”

21) “None of you are my friends, I only tolerate you all”

22) “Did you really cry during Trumps inauguration?” “It was tears of laughter, don’t judge”

23) “I’m the Europen Union and you’re the United Kingdom. Now get the fuck out”

24) “Do you think he’s trying to be this stupid?”

25) “If she says that word one more time, I’m going to throw her out the door”

26) “Why is there a goat in the hallway?” “Oh that’s Anton”

27) “You’re late” “Glad you noticed”

28) “The instructor is wearing running shorts again” “I’m starting to think he hates us”

29) “I would make a pretty girl” “Don’t lie to yourself like that”

30) “Being a disappointment is better than you think. No one has any high standards of you, so when you do something cool, everyone is amazed”


What things have been said in any of your classes or workplace?

Cool deep ish questions. Send numbers?

1. What’s your middle name, and do you like it?
2. Have you had your first kiss?
3. What is your life goal?
4. Who’s your biggest inspiration?
5. Do you have any cool talents?
6. What’s your worst fear? 
7. Are you a morning person?
8. How do you feel about pet names? 
9. Do you like to read? 
10. What’s the best dream you’ve ever had? 
11. Have you ever kissed someone of your same gender? 
12. What’s something that makes you vulnerable? 
13. What would you name your children?
14. Who’s your celebrity crush? 
15. Dogs or Cats? 
16. Most used social media?
17. Best friends’/’s name/s? 
18. Chocolate or Sugar? 
19. Do you like roller-coasters? 
20. What would you do it the event of an apocalypse? 
21. What’s your favorite colour? 
22. Favorite singer?
23. Do you see yourself being famous someday? 
24. Do you like dresses? 
25. Favorite song right now? 
26. Are you a horror girl? 
27. Are you good at giving advice? 
28. Tell us a story about your childhood. 
29. Can you dance? 
28. Is there anything you can do that you can’t remember never doing? 
29. Have you ever made a huge fool of yourself? 
30. Do you have good friends? 
31. List all the TV shows you are watching. 
32. Are you organized? 
33. What was the last movie you saw? Opinion? 
34. Which TV character can you relate to the most? 
35. What would you change about your life if you knew you would never die? 
36. What would you do differently if no one was judging you? 
37. If you could start over, what would you do differently? 
38. What did you want to be when you were a kid? 
39. When did you not speak up, when you know you really should’ve? 
40. Describe the next five years of your life, in a single sentence. 
41. If you could live forever, how would you spend eternity? 
42. How would you spend a billion dollars? 
43. If you could time travel, would you go to the past of the future? 
44. What’s your fondest childhood memory? 
45. What would you have to see to cry tears of joy? 
46. What would you do if you could be invisible? 
47. What’s something you can’t do no matter how hard you try? 
48. How did your first crush develop?
49. Have you ever shot a gun? 
50. What is the hardest lesson you ever learnt in life?

yaboy-robin  asked:

so here's a scenario for you- the sole survivor is one of the best people the companions have met. however, they seem to be the only one that thinks that - as anyone who meets the sole survivor is rude, overly mad, and even blames them for things that aren't the sole's fault - even other companions (other than the ones in the react). can we get a companions react to one more person being rude to the sole - and the companion's had enough of people being rude?

Cait: She snaps. She whirls around, catches the offender by the lapels of their coat, and shoves them up against the nearest wall. “Alright, listen up, you fuckwit son of a bitch.” Her fists grip tighter, and her knuckles turn white. She goes nose to nose with her prey. “Sole is one of the best people you’ll ever have the fuckin’ luxury to know. And if I hear you say shit about them one more time, I’ll beat yer ass so hard you won’t shit right for a week.”

Codsworth: “Mx. Sole, I’ve had enough!” he blurts. He flinches when all eyes turn on him, but pushes on. “You’ve done nothing but kind things for these people, and sacrificed so much to be here. I can’t- I can’t stand seeing them be so rude to you! And I-I know it doesn’t mean much, from me, I know no one listens to me, but.” He turns and addresses the crowd. “You all should be ashamed of yourselves!” 

Curie: “You don’t know what you’re talking about!” she exclaims, rounding on the person. She wags a scolding finger at them, looking like an indignant schoolteacher. “Sole has been nothing but good and kind to me, and everyone else we’ve met! The only reason any of you have been unkind is because of small-minded fears and prejudices. Well, no more. Sole deserves all the respect and kindness in the world.” 

Danse: “I suggest you keep your mouth shut, civilian.” Danse rises to his full height, looking very imposing in his power armor and fierce glare. “Maybe you are incapable of respecting good people when you see them, but this person is better and more capable than you’ll ever be. Perhaps you should learn when to pick your battles, instead of insulting people with more honor in their little finger than you have in your entire body.”

Deacon: “Let he who has committed no sin cast the first stone, am I right?” he snaps back. He glances at Sole. “That’s the line, right?” Without waiting for a reply, he pushes on. “Maybe you should stay out of other people’s business, ‘kay? You don’t want me insulting you just because you haven’t brushed your teeth for three weeks and smell like you hit your kids, or something. Just, like, have a little respect. We don’t all need to be assholes.”

Dogmeat: He growls at them, even snapping his jaws if he finds them particularly repulsive. He won’t do anything unless Sole commands it, but he makes sure to glare at and snarl at the insulting person whenever they’re around.

Hancock: His eyes narrow, black depths glimmering. He steps forward, between the jerk and Sole, somehow looming over them regardless of any difference in height. “I think you were talking to the wrong person,” Hancock says, brandishing a knife, shining in the light. “’Cause I’m a real bastard. I own that. But Sole? Nah. They’ve never done anything to you, and never will.” He points his knife towards the curve of their neck. “Me, though…”

Nick Valentine: “Don’t do this.” Suddenly he’s all sharp and angry, losing his temper in the blink of an eye. “You remember how you treated me, years ago, when I was a newbie to this town and your kind loathed me?” He jerks a thumb to his chest. “How’d that work out for you? Maybe you should think before you speak.” He’s almost like a disappointed father, berating and shaming the jerk into mumbling an apology.

MacCready: “Well, you- you suck!” he shouts, glowering at them over his shoulder. It sounds way lamer than he imagined it in his head, though, and the jerk laughs at him. So he marches forward, all short and thin and furious. “Yeah, laugh, go right ahead. You won’t be laughing when I- when I pop your head from a hundred miles away, asshole.” The use of profanity is lost on the stranger, but Sole gasps, and Mac feels a little proud.

Piper: “How dare you?” she snaps, jabbing a finger into their chest. “After everything Sole’s done for you? What? What are you saying about me, too. Are you saying I’m dumb for traveling with them? ‘Cause, hoo-boy, buddy, believe you me, I’m not as nice as Sole. I’ll- I’ll fight you. I will! Let’s just- let’s go out back. Right now. You and me. Mano-e-mano. Or, uh… Persono… e… woman-o. Yeah. Let’s go. Let’s do this.” Sole has to drag her away, still shouting.

Preston: He turns on the person, looking stern. “Have you ever fought for anything?” he demands. “Sole has given up so much to support the Commonwealth, and never gets a word of thanks for it. Before you judge them, before you blame them, maybe you should think about what we’re trying to accomplish, in the long run.” He gets up on his soapbox and gives a heartfelt speech. People are inspired. Old women cry. He kisses a baby afterwards. 

Strong: He twitches. Before anyone can stop him, he’s got one meaty paw around the offender’s neck, giving it a pinch to see how the person squirms. Everyone rushes to stop him, but he looks to Sole, ignoring the other humans. “Strong break?” he asks, waiting for the order. 

X6-88: He seems calm at first. “Should I kill them, Mx. Sole?” he asks, almost pleasant. Sole says no, of course, but that doesn’t stop him. He tracks them down, later, and is waiting in their house when they come home that day. He takes off his sunglasses, and somehow, that’s more terrifying than anything else. “You shouldn’t have spoken to Sole like that,” he says, and suddenly there’s a knife in his hand. “I’ll make sure you don’t make that mistake again.”

Unexpected [M] - Mark

Originally posted by got7wings

Paring: markXreader

Word Count: 9.4k

Summary: After a bad breakup, your best friend Mark is determined to show you that you are worth more than what you think and that you mean more to him than you could have imagined.

Notes: Smut, Angst, Fluff


The air in the club was thick with sweat and perfume and while you had been out clubbing more and more recently, you still couldn’t get used to the stench and the way it fogged your senses. It also didn’t help that there were random horny people grinding on each other left and right, but then again you could also be seen as one of those people.

You were caught up in another random guy just as you had been every time you went to a club. His large hands were locked onto your hips as he pressed his lips fiercely to yours. You weren’t interested in sharing your night with him even though he was tall and fairly attractive, but something in the way his fingers gripped your hips was too reminiscent on the one person you were trying to forget.

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Gasoline [unfinished WIP, KHR]

Going through my folders and posting what isn’t going to be finished or is dropped, so I can get it out for good and focus on what I do want to write.

Warnings for: born-a-female-Tsuna, mentions of attempted marital rape, forced marriages, drug-induced death and general mafia behavior.

Summary: Prior to marrying Iemitsu, Nana was a very accomplished black widow. Tsuna shouldn’t have to follow in her footsteps like this, but Vongola has left her no choice in the matter. So she will have the mafia fear her as she once feared them, and she will survive.

———–

Prior to marrying Iemitsu, Nana Sawada went under a different name, and was a very accomplished black widow. She slipped poison in drinks and drugs where nobody would think to look, put needle marks in skin and occasionally knives in the backs of men who treated her like an object rather than a person.

Tsuna never wanted to learn such lessons. She wanted her marriage, when it finally did happen, to be the once-in-a-lifetime event her mother gushed about having with Iemitsu. After the mafia came and ruined her life, she still clung to feeble hopes that maybe she could still get that.

But it isn’t to be.

Timoteo intends to make a statement, one way or another. Unfortunately, even if a woman should rule as Decima, she must still have a husband. And Xanxus isn’t about to touch the woman that froze him once upon a time. So he’s reached out beyond Vongola to allied families, and they’ve sent their best to him. And now he’s made a choice, and once again he’s forcing it on her.

Tsuna can lie to everyone but herself; she’s afraid. Terrified, in fact. The thought of a stranger touching her makes her want to vomit. The thought of this man breathing in her general vicinity makes her want to vomit, actually. She shakes and quivers and hides beneath her bedcovers, and for once, Reborn says nothing. He doesn’t scold her. He slides a mug of hot chocolate topped with enough whipped cream to give her diabetes her way, wordlessly tipping his hat down as he leaves the room. It doesn’t take someone of Reborn’s calibre to know the man doesn’t like this any more than she does. But he’s her tutor, not her father (no matter how much she wishes otherwise some days), and so he can only stand back and watch this trainwreck.

Maybe that’s why she confides in her mother. Why when everyone is gone, Tsuna goes downstairs, starts to speak, and then bursts into tears. Everything comes rushing out, every lie about the mafia she’s ever told, and she begs her mother’s forgiveness for the lies, and Nana gives it readily, wrapping arms around her and letting her cry into a warm shoulder. The tears eventually leave, and Nana sits her down, gets her a glass of cold water, and begins to tell her a story.

It is not a nice story.

But it teaches Tsuna what she needs to know to survive. Because Nana was once a prominent black widow that nobody could ever track down. Her husbands died of natural causes - all the autopsy reports say so - and while people had their suspicions, there was no evidence for them to pin her with. And after a time, she’d learned how to disguise herself, going from one husband to the next.

Now she cups Tsuna’s small hands in her own, and drops the mask she uses around everyone. “Tsunako, do you want to learn how?”

Tsuna can’t say yes fast enough.

———–

Her first husband dies to poison.

It’s tradition, her mother insists, when she shows Tsunako had to make a clear, tasteless, odorless toxin that’s practically untraceable once its inside the system. It’s homegrown, and Nana is a perfectionist at teaching it. She has Tsuna make batch after batch after batch until eventually she gets everything perfect. And then she gets a dropper and begins to administer one drop to Tsunako a day.

One drop doesn’t kill her. It makes her feel like shit, but she muscles through it, because a true poison user is protected against whatever they brew. Bianchi is the same way - she can eat whatever she makes and the poison won’t kill her or even make her queasy. Nana is immune to whatever toxins she injects into the veins of others, and eventually Tsuna will be too. They have time - the wedding isn’t due for a while, and nobody is going to force her and her husband together until then.

Tsuna sees Reborn watching them, once, but he vanishes too quickly for her to ask him if he’s going to tell anyone what she’s doing. She doesn’t ask afterward, because there’s a look in his eyes that’s… proud. It makes her feel warm, and when he drills her on her lessons later on, she doesn’t complain, driven by her twin desires to survive what’s coming, and make the man that has become her father in so many ways proud.

Spring passes into summer, and the wedding is held. People flock from all over to see it, and Tsuna is dressed to the nines and sent out at the alter. Her husband is a tall, weedy-looking young man who looks far too smug. She hates him at once, and his oily touch doesn’t remedy that.

The poison is not in his drink, but in her lipstick, and when they kiss (him pressing far too close, too hard, disgusting) she feels a sense of predatory satisfaction. The next morning she wakes up and screams, which brings the bodyguard outside the door running. She plays the part of the horrified wife, discovering her husband’s cold, lifeless body in bed. They rush the body away, and bring her to Reborn to keep her safe while they go question guests and comb through the drinks menu.

Reborn eyes her fingernails, but his eyes flicker upwards when she taps her lip in pretend thought. There’s a ghost of a smile across his face, but it fades once the door opens and Timoteo enters, looking both furious and terrified. He questions her if she feels ill, or if anything felt off at the wedding. She answers no to both, wringing her hands and playing up the ‘Dame-Tsuna’ act to full effect. It works, and the old man leaves.

“You’ve been hanging around Bianchi too much,” Reborn murmurs, not moving his lips, and Tsuna has to bite her own to hold back her return of its not Bianchi I’ve been spending so much time with lately, but you already know that.

————–

The death is passed off as a heart attack a week later when no results come up showing foul play. Tsuna doesn’t even get to play the widow in mourning before Timoteo’s given her another husband, this time in the form of a 40 something lech that’s like every old man out of a hentai. The old man gropes her and laughs too loudly and tries to sneak a hand up her dress to cop a feel, but Tsuna smacks his hand away and smiles the same smile her mother does at home even as her stomach rolls and her anger burns a hole through her heart.

He tries to take her no less than four separate time against various walls, each time growing more and more impatient and annoyed when Tsuna darts away. The poison is in her nails this time, and when he finally grabs her too hard she scratches him ‘on accident’ and then demands he leave her alone, she doesn’t want to be touched. She closes herself off in her room and locks the door. Her new husband pounds on it and snarls demands, but she puts her headphones on and ignores him until eventually he gives up and goes away.

This poison is far more slow-acting, and it doesn’t strike until early the next morning during breakfast. Bianchi and Reborn have taken her out to a nearby cafe for breakfast, citing ‘comfort food in these troubling times and a female shoulder to cry on’. In reality Bianchi wants to know her methods and trade tips, and Reborn pays for a tiny cake and congratulates her on finding sneaky solutions to her problems.

“I thought you’d go running off and tell Timoteo,” she confesses to her tutor. Reborn gives her a look.

“I’ve been around this business long enough to know how these things go, Tsuna. Trust me, I don’t judge you one iota for what you’re doing. But you should probably change your methods here shortly.”

She nods, having already planned to use a needle on whoever the unfortunate third soul is. They finish breakfast and head home, laughing and talking about whatever strikes their fancy, and when they arrive home its to a Timoteo that looks far older than before. “Grandfather? What’s wrong?”

He gives her a pitying look. “There’s… there’s been another death, my dear.”

She drops to her knees in shock, Bianchi by her side instantly, hooking an arm around her shoulders and murmuring comforting words as she ‘helps’ Tsunako up. Reborn’s face is shadowed, but Tsuna can see the sparkle in his eyes from her position. “What happened?” she asks in what she hopes is the right tone of voice.

Later, Reborn toasts her in the privacy of the bedroom, and Bianchi congratulates her on another job well done. This death is passed off as a choking accident, as apparently the man had been shoving as much food in his gullet as possible when the poison had kicked in. Nobody had managed to get to him in time to prevent the ‘choking’, which just made the victory all the easier.

zarohk  asked:

So, I'm not totally sure the timelines match up, but do you think that Rachel's sisters (especially Sarah who is younger and more naive) could have watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer and decided that Rachel is the Slayer? Goes out at night, all hours, secret boyfriend who only visits her at night, can't tell their single mom, etc.

[First of all: the timelines do actually match up quite well.  In #20 there’s a brief mention of David’s dad (of all people) watching Buffy on TV, and although Animorphs started and ended first most of its run overlaps with Buffy.  Second, I LOVE this idea so much.  Rachel and Buffy are two of the people who were massively influential in teaching me and my friends that it was possible to be girly and tough at the same time.  Third… Voila.]

It starts as a way to distract her sisters, on the nights when their mom can’t make it home and their dad is too busy to call—Rachel will put on whichever Buffy episode she’s got saved in the DVR and all three of them will watch it together.  However, all three of them fall in love with the show over time, until they’re catching each episode live: Sarah laughs at all the puns and hums along with the theme song while Jordan waxes poetical about how dreamy Spike and Angel are.  

Rachel just loves Buffy herself, because there aren’t enough girls on TV that can look that fabulous and kick butt at the same time.  It becomes a weekly ritual, one that Rachel sometimes has to miss if Cassie or Jake calls with urgent news, but she’ll put aside anything short of the alien invasion to catch it with her sisters.

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Jordan meets Rachel at the door, which is a bad sign because their mom and Sarah are both asleep and Rachel herself went to bed six hours ago.  The mission was long, nasty, and exhausting, the way they always are, and Rachel’s too keyed-up from the adrenaline rush to think of a proper excuse for why she’s sneaking in.  

She and Jordan stare at each other in silence for a few seconds, Rachel leaning on the door frame, Jordan holding a comic book in both hands as she sits on the end table in the foyer.  Jordan becomes the first one to speak.  “Sarah and I were talking,” she says.  “And I think we figured it out.”  

Rachel feels her stomach churn.  She’s not as careful with her sisters as her mom.  She never has been.  “Figured what out?”

“It’s okay.”  Jordan clutches her comic book a little more closely, expression solemn.  “We won’t tell Mom.”

Rachel crosses her arms.  “Won’t tell her what, exactly?”

Jordan thrusts the comic book at Rachel.  The cover shows a girl—Buffy Summers, judging by the title—holding a wooden stake in one hand and a sword in the other, her blond hair whirling around her as she thrusts the sword at a spike-covered greyish creature in the corner of the frame.  

Rachel takes a step back from the comic, not sure whether to laugh or to cry.  

“It explains everything.  Where you sneak out to almost every night.  Why you’ve got blood under your fingernails half the time when you get home.  Why you’ve got a secret boyfriend who only comes out at night—”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” Rachel says reflexively.

Jordan nods, eyes wide.  “Uh-huh.  So you definitely weren’t seen by half the school at last week’s dance with a mysterious guy who has blond hair and is never seen around town.  You don’t have a boyfriend, even though I’ve heard people talking in your room in the middle of the night.  And you always leave your window open, even—especially—when it rains.  Almost like you’re waiting for a secret vampire boy—”

Rachel snorts a laugh.  “Tobias isn’t a vampire.”

Which has exactly the opposite effect than the one she intended.  “Oh my god,” Jordan whispers.  “Tobias as in that guy who disappeared last year? Everyone thought he died—” She gasps.  “Unless he did die.  And now he’s back!”

Much as Rachel wants to laugh and keep laughing until she falls over, she understands that this conversation actually has serious implications.  With effort she sobers herself.  “Look,” she says at last.  “There are things… Things I can’t tell you.  You wouldn’t be safe if I did.”  

She looks Jordan in the eye.  Jordan is taking this conversation seriously—probably more seriously than Rachel herself, for that matter.  “I understand,” Jordan says.  

“As soon as…”  As soon as the war’s over.  “As soon as it’s safe.  I’ll tell you everything.  Right now, there are things I can’t talk to you, or to Mom, about.  But someday I will.  I promise.”  Rachel can’t be more honest than that.  

“Okay.”  Jordan bites her lip.  “I just wanted you to know your secret’s safe with me.  And if you ever need help, like, hiding a body…”

Rachel smiles, overwhelmed with fondness.  “Thanks.”  She yawns.  “Now, if it’s all right with you, Dawn…”

Jordan makes a face.  

“I’m wiped, so I’m going to bed.”  She walks past Jordan and up the stairs to her room.  

“Rachel!”

She turns around.  Jordan is standing at the bottom of the stairs, hugging her comic book against her chest with both hands.  

“On the show,” she says haltingly.  “They say a lot about how slaying’s a dangerous job.  About how most slayers don’t live to be twenty.”  There’s real fear in her eyes, as she looks up at her sister.  

Rachel grins, tossing her hair over her shoulder.  “Really, Jordan, you should learn not to believe everything you see on TV.  After all, it’s just a show.  No vampire’s gonna take me down.”  

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“You know, my sister thinks you’re William the Bloody.”

«Who’s that, a spokesman for Kotex?»

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She doesn’t get much input on the actual headstone; she’s too young for that.  She does, however, manage to put in a special request for the plaque on the statue they erect outside of Washington D.C., a proud grizzly bear rearing up to defend the Capitol.  

Rachel Daniella Berenson, the plaque reads.  She saved the world.  A lot.  

queenofsebaciel  asked:

I definitely need some headcanons from the april fools dlc, (like thug yoosung, rapper jumin etc)

i still can’t believe the april fools dlc was real tbh, it was hilarious


Thug Yoosung

  • #3cool5school
  • Smokes and drinks moderately to seem cool (it’s not cool to be completely addicted, know what I’m saying?)
  • Knows he’s hot shit


Drunk Zen

  • Someone help this guy
  • Too many lonely nights has led to a serious drinking problem
  • He just wants love


Kid Jaehee

  • Always giggling
  • Scared to say what she actually thinks 
  • Cares a lot about money
  • Secretly judging everyone


Rapper Jumin

  • Mista trust fund kid can spit some serious fire yo ~
  • Half of his songs are just about dissing his father tbh
  • The other half is about Elizabeth the 3rd
  • Tried to breakdance once but the only thing he broke was his dignity


Giggly 707

  • There’s honestly no difference here
  • He’s just gotten better at hiding his crippling depression … hehe…(omg!)
  • Sends you normal pepes instead of crying ones
  • Don’t let him fool you he’s gonna implode from sadness one day 
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#kdramawomensweek || day eight: Happy International Women’s Day

Yoo Eun Jae (Park Hye Soo), Yoon Jin Myung (Han Ye Ri), Jung Ye Eun (Han Seung Yeon) , Kang Yi Na (Ryu Hwa Young), Song Ji Won (Park Eun Bin) ↦ Age of Youth (2016)

“Others are just like me. Other people are people, just like I am. They feel as uncomfortable as I do, and hesitate, just like I do. There are plenty of people who are as nice as I am.”  - Eun Jae

“Everyone has their own circumstances to deal with. And until you know the circumstances they’re in, you can’t tell people how to live their lives. I’m sure you have something like that about you, too. Something that others can’t understand about you, but you can’t help. That’s why you can’t judge people.” - Ji Won  

“I hate you because I want to become like you, but can’t. So I can’t help but hate you. That’s why it smells. There’s a rotting smell coming from my envy.” - Yi Na

“Sometimes, I want to cry out loud. I want someone to hear me crying. I want them to hear me cry, and tell me everything will be okay. I want someone to pat me on the back, and tell me that it’s not my fault.” - Jin Myung

“Lies may be similar to makeup. Just like one puts on makeup to hide their naked face, people use lies to hide the truth. I tell more and more lies as my makeup gets thicker. Since when did I start feeling that going out with no makeup on was embarrassing? Since when did I become so ashamed of the truth?” - Ye Eun

Each of the Belle Epoque girls is meant to play some sort of female archetype. Eun Jae is the painfully shy introvert, who would sooner walk over hot coals than willingly enter into conflict with someone. Ji Won is her near-perfect opposite, loud and bubbly, the perennial friend. Yi Na is the femme fatale, dangerous and seductive. Jin Myung is the Good Daughter, putting herself through college while paying off her mother’s debts, incurred while her brother lays comatose in a hospital bed. Ye Eun is the quintessential girl. The one who dresses just as she’s supposed to, the one with the frat boy boyfriend, with equally perfectly-dressed girlfriends to link arms with and walk around campus, giggling over the latest gossip. 

Yet, they’re so much more than these skeletal stereotypes might’ve forced them to be. 

Eun Jae swallows her anger until she can’t anymore, until she boils over. She tosses Ye Eun’s designer handbag out the window and screams at her housemates. When we dig a little deeper, we see that she has nightmares. That she’d been brave enough to protect her mother when she’d suspected that her father might kill her.

Ji Won knows everyone, making friends is as easy for her as breathing. She is the glue that holds the Belle Epoque girls together. And she’s a pathological liar. Falsehoods slip out for her as easily as the truth does. She tells tall tales, spinning them until she can no longer take it back. Yet, even as she spins her web of lies (with the ghost inside the apartment), she holds the girls together. Though her “ghost” is a made-up story, each of her roommates has heaps of baggage. That little lie in the end allows them to come to terms with their pasts and face their problems. She is the anchor; without her, they drift.

Yi Na suffers from a serious case of survivors guilt, to the extent that she carries the little girl who died when she lived, around with her like baggage. She looks after her housemates like a mama bear, protecting them (see: Ye Eun) even when they don’t wish to be. She carries heaps of self-loathing along with her designer bags, flashes her luxuries at her friends even as she envies them. 

Jin Myung stretches herself fifty different ways trying to do it all. And she wishes her brother would die, and put them all out of their misery. She wishes her mother would choose her, for once. She wishes she would stop having to be the one to sacrifice. She provides for them still. But she resents and she loathes, and it tears her apart.

Ye Eun shows off her perfect life, her perfect love life, while suffering through an abusive relationship. Through a petty, small, excuse of a man who puts her down at every opportunity. He is her captor, and though she knows what he does is wrong, she can’t help but crave his affection. She let’s go, eventually. She begins to overcome the abuse, one day. She’ll carry on with her life, because it’s what they do.

Every single one of these incredibly special girls has a spine of steel.

The media, society has a horrible track record when it comes to forcing women into boxes, restricting our actions. Yet Age of Youth takes hold of these archetypes and shows us all that there is no “one size fits all”. That one shoe fitting doesn’t mean it’s the only one you can wear.

Happy International Women’s Day, everyone!

Preferences: When They Realize You Hate Your Body

Requested by @kickasscas67. Thanks for requesting! i hope it was worth the wait.

A/N: Hey guys! Great news! I’m expanding preference requests until 4/21! Make sure to send in your ideas!


Dean:

Originally posted by frozen-delight

You hadn’t meant for Dean to know about your insecurity. But, it still seeped through, no matter how hard you tried to hide it. He saw the pain in your eyes when there was an attractive bartender or waitress, the baggy clothes you’d wear, the shyness when he asked to see your body. It pains him to see you hurting, so he does what he does best. Not only does he show you with actions (oh, so many actions), but he also describes to you what he sees in you- absolute beauty.


Sam:

Originally posted by adaav

Sam didn’t know about your body image issues until one passionate night. He immediately noticed when you used your arms to cover yourself, something he hadn’t seen before. When Sam asked you about it, you broke down crying, telling him about how ugly you thought you were. Sam just held you close, whispering sweet praise and reassurance until you slowly fell asleep, safe and loved in his arms.


Cas:

Originally posted by princesscas

You kept your insecurities hidden from your blue-eyed angel as long as you could. However, you didn’t expect him to fly in when you were judging your form in the mirror. Curious, he asked what you were doing, but he could obviously tell you were lying when you said ‘nothing’. Of course, Cas was utterly confused, simply because he saw you as the most beautiful thing his father created. Oh, but did he make sure you knew that by the end of the night.


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anonymous asked:

Can you do bts reacting to their s/o crying after watching a sad movie? I'm a total crybaby when it comes to those kinds of movies! P.s . I love your stuff!!😜

This was cute asf omg I’m exactly the same as you. I CAN’T HELP IT THOUGH. Thanks for this request <3


BTS Reaction to their s/o crying in a sad movie

Jin:
You would gasp at the sudden twist, placing your hand over your mouth in shock. Seokjin would be just as surprised, staring at the screen in disbelief.

“As if they would do that?” he’d say in annoyance. “That’s so-“

He’d stop at the sight of a tear trickling down your cheek. He’d immediately move closer to you burying your head in his chest. “Don’t look if it makes you sad.”

Originally posted by jinmini

Suga:
The credits would start to roll down the tv screen just as the tears start to roll down your face. Unable to help it, you’d wipe at your cheeks with your sleeve in an attempt to dry your eyes.

“Well, that was depressing,” Yoongi would say with finality, ready to move on and do something else. Hearing a sniffle from you beside him he’d turn to you, a concerned look immediately formed on his face. This look would be quickly replaced by a warm smile at your embarrassed giggles.

“Come here, you sook,” he’d say playfully, pulling you closer to him and slinging his arm around you.

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

J-Hope:
His gasp would echo yours as you watched the scene unfolding on the laptop screen in front of you, already snuggled in his arms under the blankets of his bed. You’d cover your mouth in shock, already feeling your throat burning as the tears threatened to spill over your lids.

A hot tear would fall on your shoulder, but it wouldn’t be yours. He’d pull you close, burying his face in your hair. You’d hug him back tightly, grateful that you weren’t the only one upset.

“How could they do that?” he’d say into your hair sadly.

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

Rap Monster:
The aftermath of the sad moment you’d just seen on the TV screen would have you shocked, fighting back tears desperately, not wanting to seem like a crybaby. Thinking about it more and more, you’d finally feel tears stinging your eyes. You wiped them away immediately, glancing at Namjoon to see if he’d noticed to find that he was watching you with a soft smile on his face.

“I was waiting for you to let it fall,” he’d tell you, pulling you closer to him. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

Originally posted by ksjknj

Jimin:
Your favourite character’s death scene would leave you gaping at the screen, hot tears instantly forming in response to the drastic turn of events.

“Oh noo,” Jimin would say sadly, turning to you immediately, already anticipating your tears. He’d reach over and grab the tissue box, extracting a couple of tissues before turning back to you, smiling softly at how upset you’d gotten over the sudden twist you’d witnessed.

“Don’t cry,” he’d say, dabbing at your eyes gently with a tissue.

Originally posted by whyparkjimin

V:
You braced yourself for the sad scene, having watched this movie many times before. It was just one of those things that made you cry every time. You’d have the tissue box sitting next to you, ready to wipe away the tears as you watched the devastation unfold. You’d reach for a tissue and be met with Taehyung’s hand as he picked one out at the same time.

“Now I know why you put these here,” he would say, laughing a little about the fact that you were crying with him.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jungkook:
A tear would roll down your cheek as soon as you saw it happen, dripping onto the collar of your sweater. You’d ignore it, looking to Jungkook sitting quietly beside you, staring at the TV in silence. You’d watch him, noticing his watery eyes in shock.

“Kook, are you crying?”

He wouldn’t look away from the screen. “You are too, don’t judge me.”

Originally posted by baebsaes

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Auston Matthews #2 - Game Six

@memz-elizabeth- asked: Hi can i get an imagine please? Can i get an Auston Matthews one about the loss of the Stanley cup? a lot of fluff and cuteness please! thanks

So sorry this came out much later than expected. I think I caught a cold from a friend of mine who neglected to tell me she was sick and that I shared a drink with. This was super fun to write because who doesn’t love fluff? I know I do. I hope you enjoy this! 


The great thing about game six of the playoffs taking place at home was that you got to see your boyfriend Auston play live. What wasn’t so great was them losing and you having to watch first hand as they skated heartbroken off of the ice. When all of the parents and significant others gathered to meet them outside of the locker room you went as well but hung towards the back. You wanted Auston to see his parents first since he would likely be riding back with you. It had been Mitch’s turn to drive the carpool and by you bringing your car it gave Auston the room to decide if he wanted to be alone or not.

Your phone buzzed with condolences for Auston from your friends and you answered a few as you waited for your boyfriend to emerge. Auston was one of the last ones out likely because the media wanted to pester him with questions and he made a beeline for his parents, not noticing you. Though usually towering over people with his broad shoulders and 6’3” frame, the way he hunched in on himself gave the impression he was much smaller. You made no attempt to move from your spot against the wall. This was a private moment for Auston and his family and you didn’t want to interrupt.

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NCT 127 reaction to their S/O accidentally getting hurt by another member

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Anon: can i pls have what nct 127 would do if u accidently got hurt by another member!

Here you go love! I hope you like this! I also just wanna add that I don’t think any of them would be mad or upset if you got hurt and wouldn’t hold it against the member if it did happen. This is purely just made-up for entertainment purposes :-)

Also I am aware that this is crap - please bear with me lmao I haven’t got time to write anything good so I’m posting this random draft lmao  

ALSO LMAO SORRY OKAY I’m sorry about what’s been happening lately jdjebdbkendjejdj let’s just move on lmao❣️❣️❣️


Scenario: You were play fighting with (other member) in the dorms after they had come from practice. Your relationship with (other member) was a very teasing and playful one, so play fights like these were common and basically the norm. However, (other member) was a little too excited after practice, accidentally elbowing you in the nose, causing a stream of blood to start running down your face…


Taeil:

Originally posted by taei

Like Taeyong, he’d feel a little jealous about how relaxed and playful you were Doyoung. Of course, you two had a bff-like relationship but that didn’t stop from him from feeling slightly left out. He wouldn’t want to be around you two whilst you were play fighting, just in case he got a little too annoyed. He wouldn’t be there when Doyoung accidentally hurt you, just walking back in a couple of hours later to find you on the couch, an ice pack to your nose. He’d feel a little smug actually, but also openly irritated at Doyoung. He now had a reason and excuse to use against Doyoung in the future.


Johnny:

Originally posted by nct127

“Jagiya! My baby! Yuta! What have you done, you fool! Hey, don’t touch her. Go to the kitchen. Calm down will you?!” Johnny would definitely take this to heart, more than you. His caring side would suddenly take over, and he’d rush to your side, pressing his sleeve to your nose to suppress the blood flow. He didn’t usually mind if the other members were excitable or if they hurt each other, but if you were involved and got hurt, he’d defiantly be annoyed.


Taeyong:

Originally posted by teeuai

I see Taeyong as being quite insecure and jealous in a relationship ,so I don’t think he’d like the fact you were play fighting and close with Jaehyun in the first place. He’d always make sure he was close by, just in case the younger boy tried something. When he returned from the bathroom to find you with a bloody nose and an apologetic Jaehyun, his fists would clench in anger. “Jaehyun!” He’d bark. “Get away from her, you hear me? Y/N, you shouldn’t hang around him so casually again, okay?” He would forgive Jae though and help you too dw he’s not cruel like that


Yuta:

Originally posted by nctinfo

He’d have mixed feelings on your friendship with Taeyong. On the one hand, he liked how you found a friend in someone he admired as a leader and that you could related to him so easily. But, on the other hand, he felt a tad jealous about how you gushed about him sometimes. Regardless, he’d let you two get on and playfight. He wouldn’t be in the dorms when it happened. Probably writing some music with Mark and Taeil, when he got a text from Taeyong saying that you needed some medication and snacks because he had accidentally hit you. Of course, he would, buying all your favorite snacks and medicine, probably ranting a bit at Taeyong for hitting you too.


Doyoung:

Originally posted by nctinfo

Doyoung would be the opposite of Taeyong and Taeil. He trusted you a lot and he trusted Johnny to know that nothing would happen between the pair of you. He’d be reading or writing in the bedroom, when he heard a light knock n the door from Johnny. “You okay, Johnny?” “Uh, yes… I am…it’s just, Y/N. I may have accidentlyhitherinthenoseandknowshesbleedingalotimreallysorryleasedonthatemeokayplease?” “What?” Dropping his book, he’d walk to you slouched on the sofa, surrounding by the other members, immediately pulling you away and to the kitchen to nurse you awe


Jaehyun:

Originally posted by shutupxiumin

He’d probably laugh seeing you and Mark rolling on the fall, laughing lightly together. To be honest, he’d probably encourage and cheer you on, he’d like seeing you get all feisty and confident, since you were normally quite dainty and quiet around him. When suddenly Mark and you stopped playing, Mark crouched over you in concern, Jaehyun wouldn’t know what had happened, probably still cheering you on. Upon seeing your red and blotched face, he’d rush to the kitchen for an ice pack and towel, to help you clean up.


WinWin:

Originally posted by nct-china-line

WinWin would love your relationship with Haechan. You were like siblings, separated at birth. He watch you two lovingly with the other members, as you two were play fighting. The other members would be cheering you on, betting on who would win. Very quickly, though, you were crying, with a bloody nose and blotchy red face, embarrassed to be seen in such a state. WinWin would pick you up bridal style, bringing you to his bunkbed. He’d have you sit in his lap, as he wiped your face with wipe, stroking your hair in attempt to calm you and reassure you that no one was judging you


Mark:

Originally posted by neotechs

Mark wouldn’t think much of your relationship with Taeil. He wasn’t that interested or disheartened by it, just happy that everyone was getting along with each other. But, when he saw you running to him in the kitchen, blood dripping from your face, he’d get angry, yelling at Taeil for hurting his love, as he held you tightly to his chest. The other members would try to calm him down but it’d just fail, so they left you two be, retreating to the bedrooms. Now alone, he’d apologise to you for getting loud and angry and also immediately regret cursing at the oldest member, suddenly turning very gentle and soft. He’d dab your face softly with wet wipes and make you food to forget the pain.


Haechan:

Originally posted by nakamotens

Haechan wouldn’t know how to help you after he saw how WinWin accidentally elbowed you in the nose. WinWin would be apologising to both of you like crazy, and probably assumed that Haechan was pissed when he didn’t say anything, leaving immediately afterwards. You’d end up looking at yourself by yourself, while Haechan watched you basically learning what to do so he could help you again if need be. Afterwards, he’d take you out though, to see you smile naturally again, taking you out to buy lots of food and drinks.

agoddamnrayeofsunshine  asked:

Family AU, the kids meet Shiro's (evil) ex and defend their daddy Keith. (I just really want to see these precious babies turning into attack dogs when someone insults their parents you've done a lot where the kids get made fun of for their daddies and I just really want to see them stand up for their family)

I just couldn’t resist this one tbh. I JUST HAVE TO. The babies standing up for their Daddy Keith is the reason why I am alive. OTL

Previously: Shiro and his ex-girlfriend meet.

[The Voltron Family] This was right after that meeting with Shiro’s ex. The kids were in Toys R Us because their daddies were at the appliance corner paying for stuff. They were allowed to get one toy that day and so Lance, Pidge and Hunk were on a hunt.

Lance: Hunk, you think Daddy Shiro will allow me to get this? I like the blue lion. *shows him a blue lion toy*
Hunk: *takes it* It is nice. Well, they did say one toy, right? You sure about this already?
Lance: *pouts* *stares at the toy* I dunno. Maybe I’ll look more.
Pidge: I already got mine. *shows UNO cards* I’m going to defeat Daddy Shiro and Daddy Keith with this one.
Lance: *giggles* I heard about that game. You’re so evil, Pidge.

Suddenly a lady decided to join them.

Rea: Are you by any chance Shiro’s kids?
Pidge: *eyes the newcomer* ……..Yes. 
Lance: *gapes* Oh hello, pretty lady. *pushes up his hair*
Hunk: *grabs Pidge and Lance’s hands* Daddy Keith said not to talk to strangers. I’m sorry, lady miss, but my siblings and I have to go.
Rea: *scoffs* Typical of Keith to say that. Always unsociable. He never changed since then. 
Hunk: *stops* *turns back* What did you just say?
Rea: *smirks* I’m your Dad’s ex-girlfriend.
Pidge: Daddy Keith’s? *raises an eyebrow*
Lance: *tilts head* That’s weird. He said Daddy Shiro is his first. 
Rea: Oh my god. *disgusted face* NOT KEITH, NO. Not in a million years. 
Pidge: What do you mean? *frowns*
Rea: I’d never go for that guy! He’s so boring. *rolls eyes* I’m Shiro’s ex-girlfriend.
Hunk: *clenches fist* What did you just say about Daddy Keith?
Rea: He’s still exactly as I remember him back in college. Always sticking his nose in a book. I honestly don’t get what Shiro saw in him.
Lance: *stomps and points* Hey, lady! Listen here. I don’t know who you are but don’t you dare talk about Daddy Keith that way.
Rea: How adorable. Daddy Keith. He lets you call him that? He should’ve been Mommy, don’t you think so? More fitting for him. *chuckles*
Pidge: *crosses arms* You’re just jealous cause you didn’t end up with Daddy Shiro. He chose Daddy Keith over you. *sticks tongue out*
Rea: Oh, please. I can tell you’re not even their biological kids cause they can’t produce one. He could have one with me but no he just—
Hunk: *steps up* What is wrong with you? *looks up* So what if we’re adopted kids? So what if Daddy Keith loves reading books? So what if they can’t produce babies because they’re both boys? So what? 
Rea: *blinks* *taken aback*
Lance: *holds Hunk’s hand* Hunk…
Hunk: At the end of the day, Daddy Shiro married Daddy Keith and not you. I don’t know what you and Daddy Shiro had back then but I’m glad he didn’t choose you to be our mommy because Daddy Keith is the best and I love him. Lance and Pidge loves him. Most of all, Daddy Shiro loves him a lot and they’re happy. We’re happy. So don’t talk about my Daddy that way because you don’t know him.
Lance and Pidge: *squeezes Hunk’s hands* 
Lance: I take it back, you’re an ugly lady.
Pidge: I don’t really like you. *glares* And obviously Daddy Shiro didn’t too.
Lance: That’s right!
Pidge: Go suck an egg!
Lance: *shock* *looks at Pidge* *covers mouth with one hand* *scandalized*
Pidge: *drags Lance and Hunk away* We’re leaving.
Hunk: I’m sorry I kinda blew off there. *frowns*
Pidge: That’s okay, Hunk. No one talks crap about our Daddy. *hugs*
Lance: *nods* YOU RIGHT, PIDGE. *joins the hug*
Hunk: *teary eyes* I just hate it when people judge Daddy Keith.
Pidge: *frowns* Me, too. And he’s so nice.
Keith: *arrives* *sees Hunk* Baby, why are you crying? *bends down*
Hunk: *turns to hug Keith tight* *sniffs* I love you.
Keith: *touched* *caresses Hunk’s back* I love you too.
Lance and Pidge: *hugs Keith too* Me too!!! 
Shiro: *arrives with the purchased stuff* Oh, what’s happening? *smiles* Why wasn’t I informed of this group hug?
Lance: It’s the I-Love-Daddy-Keith Group Hug.
Shiro: *chuckles* Then I should definitely be in it. *joins*
Hunk: *whispers to Shiro* I’m happy you chose Daddy Keith.
Shiro: *looks at Hunk* *surprised* *slowly smiles* Me too, sweetheart. Me, too. *kisses Hunk’s cheek*

Okay, I’ve done it again. I just can’t help myself. I don’t know what’s going on with me but Yousana has really stolen my heart and I have so many feelings and the only way I can deal with them is writing even though I’m not a writer at all, like I know I’m not really good. It helps that you are all being so amazingly kind to me, you’re inspiring me.

This time I decided to focus more in Yousef, especially his relationship with Elias. I guess you could say Elias is the real mvp of this fic. 

Again, like I said before, please know that this is written with all my respect for the muslim religion. I would never dare to be disrespectful towards any of you. And if you feel like this somehow disrepects you please let me know and I’ll erase it because the last thing I know is to upset any of you. 

This is just me trying to cope with my feelings after yesterday’s clip.

I hope you like it, those of you who take the time to read it.

She still hadn’t answered. Almost 24 hours later and she still hadn’t answered. As soon as he had sent that text he knew that everything was about to change. He had tried to avoid the issue since they had started texting but when she told him that she would try to make her mom believe that he was a good muslim he knew he had to tell the truth. She deserved to know, even if it meant that things between them would be over before even starting.

He hadn’t seen her since last night either. Any other Saturday he would’ve been at the Bakkoush’s with Elias and the rest of the squad but he had managed to convince everyone to go to his house instead. He knew that he needed to keep his distance from Sana, at least until she’d decide to talk to him. It was her choice now and he would respect it whatever it was.

 That didn’t mean that he didn’t have hope that she still would answer him. He had spent the day checking his phone every five minutes, his heart beating faster and faster every time it beeped with a message. He would unblocked his screen with trembling hands only to have his heart broken again each time he’d find that the text he had just received wasn’t from Sana, but from his mom or some other acquaintance.

 This, of course, hadn’t gone unnoticed by his best friend, Elias. He knew something was bugging him but he also knew that Yousef didn’t like to share his feelings with other people so he waited till the rest of the boys had left to talk about it.

 Yousef was still looking at his phone when Elias approached him.

 “Okay dude, what’s going on with you?”

Yousef looked at his friend who was standing in front of him with a concerned look on his face.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Yousef, it’s me, you can try to pretend that you’re cool with the others but not with me. I know something’s going on with you since yesterday and I want to know what so I can help you”

“I’m telling you Elias, I’m fine”

“And I’m telling you, I don’t buy it”

“Whatever” Yousef said standing up from the couch and walking by Elias.

“Does this have something to do with my sister?”Elias said making Yousef stop dead on his tracks.

He slowly turned around to look at Elias in shock. He wished he hadn’t heard well, he wished his friend hadn’t just said what he thought he had. He couldn’t know.

“I’m going to ask you this once, just once Yousef and I really hope you answer me with the truth. What’s going on between you and my sister? And don’t tell me it’s nothing because I don’t believe it. I’m not stupid.”

“Nothing is going on…”

“Yousef.”

“…anymore. Nothing is going on anymore” The truth of his words made Yousef want to cry. Because that was it. Nothing was going, not anymore.

“What do you mean by that? What happened between you two?”

“I screwed up Elias, I screwed up big time” he took a deep breath trying to keep the tears away just like he had been doing the whole day.

“Okay, okay Yousef, relax. Take it easy” Elias said when he saw the state his friends was in “Come here, sit and tell me everything”

“You’re going to hate me” Yousef said but he obeyed his friend and sat on the couch next to him.

“Yousef, I’m trying really hard to stay calm, it’s my sister who you’re talking about. But you’re my best friend and I’m willing to listen to you so please, just be honest and tell me what’s going on”

“I like Sana, Elias. I like her a lot” he said with a huge sigh.

“Okay that I already knew. I mean do you think I don’t see the way you look at each other? And I know yesterday you took the blame for her, not for me.”

“Yesterday…”

“Wait, is that what this is about? Do you think what? That my parents will give you a hard time or something?”

“No, no, it’s not that, it’s not that” he took a deep breath before continuing “After we left the house yesterday, she texted me”

“You text each other…”Elias said raising his eyebrows

“It’s really new, I added her on facebook last week and we started talking about random things, I honestly just wanted to make her laugh”

“So when I said that you two were flirting in the kitchen that day I was right, you were”

Yousef only looked at his friend not really knowing what to say.

“Okay, okay, I’m not judging, I’m not judging, continue. She texted you last night. What did she say?”

“She said…” he covered his face with his hands trying to gain strength to continue “She said she would convince your mom that I’m a good muslim even though I drink vodka” he mumble between his hands.

“But…Yousef, you’re not…I mean you don’t…”

Yousef looked at his friend and bit his bottom lip while nodding.

“I know…and now she knows too. I told her the truth yesterday and she hasn’t answered since and to be honest that doesn’t surprise me. Go on, yell at me, tell me how I shouldn’t have approached her in the first place when I knew what would happen, even punch me if you want, I deserve it”

“I’m not going to punch you, you dickhead”

“I should’ve told her sooner, I know I should’ve told her. I just…it felt so good to talk to her. I thought…I thought that maybe if I waited a little bit longer she and I would connect you know? Like really connect and that eventually when I would tell her, we would find a way to work things out. But yesterday, I couldn’t just lie to her, it’s one thing not to tell the truth and another to lie. And to think that I’ve put so much effort in trying to get her to like me and now…she and me, it’s impossible. And don’t tell me it’s not because you know it is”

“I’m not going to tell you it’s not impossible, Yousef”

Yousef’s heart broke a little more because as much as he was trying to convince himself, deep down he wanted to hear his friend giving him some hope.

“But I’m not going to tell you that it is impossible either” Elias continued “Because it’s not my call. It’s hers and it’s yours. If you want my opinion, all I can tell you is that I can’t think of someone better for my sister than you, you’re my best friend and the nicest guy I know and I want the best for my little sister. And yes, I would’ve preferred if you had told her sooner because you knew how much her faith means to her. But again, it’s not my decision. It’s between you and her.”

 He had spent the whole day trying to keep the tears away but right now Yousef couldn’t help but let some roll down his face.

“She won’t talk to me Elias, you know that.”

“Maybe not now, but give her time. It’s a lot to process.”

“I don’t even know if she liked me back or if it was all in my head”

“Believe me, she likes you, I know my sister, I know the way she looks at you. She likes you but you have to give her time and space so she can think about what she wants. Just don’t give up on her yet. Let her come to you when she’s ready to talk and whatever decision you two make it’ll be the best for you whether it is moving forward or stop everything at all.”

Yousef nodded while wiping away the tears from his face.

“Thank you. Seriously Elias, I needed this.”

“That’s what friends are for”

 —————————————————————————

Sana? Are you in there?” Elias said knocking at his sister’s door. “Come on sis, let me in”

“What do you want Elias?” She said opening the door and letting him in.

She was a having a hell of a day and she didn’t want to listen to his brother, she knew he was probably there to lecture her about the party from last night.

“I’ve talked to him Sana, I’ve talked to Yousef”

Sana froze in the place. She had been holding the tears for so long, trying to be strong but she couldn’t take it anymore. It started slowly, only a couple of tears but as they continue rolling down her face she couldn’t help but continue crying until it turn into a uncontrollable sob.

“Come here” Elias said pulling her in a hug.

She didn’t remember the last time she had hugged his brother but right now it was all she needed so she let him.

“What am I going to do?” She mumbled against Elias’ shirt.

“You don’t have to do anything. Not right now. You can take all the time you need to think. It’s up to you Sana, no one is going to judge you whatever you decide”

He felt her nod but he didn’t let go. Instead he hugged her tighter and rested his chin above her head.

“It’s okay, it’s all going to be okay” he whispered, and he sure wished it was the truth. 


Okay, this is it. Again I’m sorry this is too long. And I hope this doesn’t upset anyone in any way. 

Thank you so so much for reading it means the world to me.

I hope you like it and it’s okay if you don’t.

Also sorry for the grammar english is not my first language and I suck at descriptions.

Thank you again!