nothing else to take photos of so this will do

What a difference keto makes… 27 little daaaays

Embarrassing as hell, but here goes nothing. I know other progress pics help me a lot, so this might inspire someone else. I started keto on the 15th of January and took the first photo on the 25th, I just couldn’t face it before. The second one is from today, so just 27 days apart.
Take pictures, no matter how embarassing you think they are. You’ll be so grateful that you did!
I can do this! I WILL do this!

So… I did a thing yesterday. There’s now a ‘Buy Me a Coffee’ link on my blog.

This is so, very… not me. But I have never been to a convention before, and obviously never met the cast of Supernatural. It is my actual dream to meet them. 

I’ll be going to PittCon in September, and having the extra money to purchase a photo op with anyone*, really, but especially with Misha, would make my entire life.

All donations will go directly to the con, nothing else, I promise. 

And as a repayment for each coffee? I’ll be taking requests from donors! :) 

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Being Best Friends With Cedric Diggory Headcanons

-silently judging people together

-knowing what each other has to say based on just one look

-standing up for him when he is too understanding to stand up for himself

-taking a bunch of photos of each other

-prank wars he isn’t very good at it but you have enough pranks for the both of you

-meaning to talk only for about 30 minutes but those 30 minutes turn into 3 hours

-going to theme parks together

-helping him with girls because this poor boy is so clueless

-laughing uncontrollably for no reason whatsoever

-getting extra-large slushies at the movies

-playing darts when you have nothing else to do

-and you both suck so bad that it ends with you guys laughing on the floor

-just having the time of your life, basically

Originally posted by neverbeenstrong

The Elevator

My writing contribution to the ZoNami Bang! Bang! 2017 held by @zonamievents! With original art from @gg-xx ! Enjoy!

Magazine AU featuring ZoNa: What do you get when you put a feisty travel reporter in an elevator with a moody photographer? Mugiwara Mag is about to find out!

Nami jammed her index finger into the button calling for the elevator, but it seemed to take ages. As she tapped her foot and tied her hair up in a high ponytail, she mumbled to herself, “Be my navigator, he said. You’ll travel the world, he said.” She scoffed. “Wonder what this meeting will be about…maybe I’ll get to go out of the building!”

Regardless of her pout, she was not ungrateful for the job. To write about places she had never seen, to explore and map it out…it was what she had always dreamed of doing. She turned to look at the giant poster size profiles of the rest of the Mugiwara Mag team. The posters stated their position and skill sets, highlights of their work, and Nami envied each one.

“Even Chopper has one…” she cried, looking at Robin and Franky’s adoptive son’s portrait with angst. Suffice to say, he was a magazine intern and shadowing Law, but she was supposed to be Lead Travel Reporter, not a glorified accountant, and secretary.

Her eyes finally settled on the one team member she had yet to meet…Roronoa Zoro, the magazine’s photographer. He was always sending the rest of them pictures of what they needed but did not have many or any of himself. His work constantly took him around the world on extravagant trips, but now he looked down at Nami in a way that made her self-conscious. She thought she saw a glimpse of another scar down his deep V-neck when the ding of the elevator made her jump. She swore she saw the picture smirk at her but shook her head and spun around on her heels to face the open elevator doors.

“Oof!” She knew she wasn’t close enough to have smacked into the wall and so her palms went up to feel soft cotton. It smelled like metal and… Mint?

“Oi. Why are you smelling me?” Zoro was ready to act on his question with aggression, but the next moment caught his breath as big, brown doe eyes peered up at him. They were wide and wet as she gazed at him with unbridled concentration. It brought him ease but also made him realize that they had remained so close for a good portion of a minute.

“Ah!” She said shakily, jumping back so that her hands, practically in his shirt at one point, were at her sides and rolled into tiny fists.

He watched her move, a simple gold bracelet jingling against a glass watch face that protruded like a snow globe. Her navy-blue sweater dress hugged every curve and cut abruptly mid-thigh, letting creamy skin peek out before being hidden by knee-high brown boots. He had seen those eyes before…in a recent hire file Luffy had sent him. Being Mugiwara Mag’s second in command meant Zoro had a say in who got hired at the company or not. Of course, Zoro hardly disagreed with the boss…and Luffy fell in love with her quickly. Zoro gave the girl one more quick look over. “Ah, you’re the new navigator.”

She blinked as his baritone echoed in the empty halls.  "What?“

"You know…the one guiding this ‘ship’ or whatever. Luffy likes sailing analogies from some reason.”

Nami nodded. “That explains why his email signature is 'Captain Monkey D. Luffy, The King of the Pirates’…”

Zoro chuckled and Nami found it refreshing to hear such light-hearted sound come from such a scary face. It’s not so scary if I’m being honest.

“Yeah, no, that’s also our company softball team name. The Pirates. We won last year and they do this stupid crowning ceremony…but the parties always have great alcohol.”

Nami grinned. “Oh, that sounds fun!”

Zoro nodded and then the room lulled to an awkward silence. Nami watched him stand still, like a stone. He donned another green V-neck that tucked into his black jeans. Around his waist were multiple belts, and Nami wondered why he needed so many until she saw the bundle it held to his hip. His right hand rested on it while a camera hung precariously by a green strap around his neck. She crossed her arms, and her chest rose with the movement. “You gonna be careful with those?”

Zoro followed her sharp head nod to his side. He swiftly unhooked one and swung the long black lens up, holding it eye level. “Yeah.”

Nami scoffed. “Yeah? You know how much it costs?”

Zoro furrowed his brow. “So?”

Nami simply turned her head and eyed him sideways. “Shouldn’t need all that equipment to take a decent picture.” She didn’t know why she wanted to berate him, but for some reason…it felt right. She liked watching him grit his teeth and steam. It broke the infatuation she had over his cool expression, the one she didn’t mind staring at.

Zoro fumed. “What? I can take photos with or without expensive lenses but these are mine. They’re special.”

“Company paid for them?”

Zoro blinked. “I guess?”

Nami stepped forward and poked his chest. “Then they are as much mine as they are yours.” She reached for the closest one, but Zoro swung his arm into the air. Nami knew the other two were just hanging by his side, but she persisted at the one towering over her. He watched her jump, and her whole hair jumped with her. Her cheeks were puffed out and her lips small but puckered as if she had to concentrate on the task. Finally, she stopped and a hand hovered over Zoro’s heart like a heat lamp. “I guess this one will do.”

“When did you-”

“Careless with company’s equipment, as well as clueless about money? Tsk. Tsk. The second in command is quite a-”

Zoro lunged at her, pried the camera out of her small palm with one hand, and squeezed her into his chest with the other arm. Nami gasped at the abruptness. One moment she felt in control and the next, she felt his muscles…the features that his picture couldn’t show. It rippled against her and she imagined the hours he put in a day to get his body this way. Zoro was too preoccupied with his victory to feel her against him until her hands wandered. “Whoa! You’re a thief and a pervert!”

Zoro released her to see her fling some hair over her shoulder and smirk. “Me? You’re the one holding me like I’m the body pillow that you obviously sleep with!”

“Body pillow? What! No-”



“No, Na-mi! You don’t even know my name and yet you converse with me like you know me then start grabbing me-”

“You literally insulted my work and then stole from me.” Their pointing and jabbing finally made contact but they were oblivious to how close they were in their senseless anger. Zoro looked down at her and Nami pushed herself up on her toes so that their foreheads butted with each other. Zoro found himself locking onto her eyes as if searching for some sort of signal or a clue telling him why he needed to be so loud with her. Nami. The new girl.

Nami returned the heated gaze, silently praying she wasn’t blushing or doing something stupid. It was easy to stare at a picture, but then when the picture talked back and was so in need of correcting, she felt her heart wanted nothing more than to teach him a lesson. If I don’t do it, who else will? “You know…” Zoro watched Nami’s lips curve. He flinched at the way it looked, hungry and vicious. “I bet your pictures aren’t even that great.”

Excuse me?” Zoro was glaring at her cruel indifference.

“You heard me! I think I can take a photo on my cracked flip phone and it’d be better that yours!”

Zoro’s one good eye wanted to fall out of his socket with how wide he was opening it. “Fine! Prove it, you…you- witch!”

Nami laughed and Zoro tried not to acknowledge the fluttering in his chest at the sound. “Witch? What are we…five?”

Zoro opened his mouth to retort but she held up a hand to silence him. And he did. Damn it! Why am I just doing what she wants?

Nami tugged down the high collar of her dress and pulled out a phone she maneuvered out of her hidden cleavage. Zoro watched her, his lips tight at her bare nature. Nami grinned at his staring. “What? This dress has no pockets.” Flipping the phone open, she nudged herself against him. “But it seems you want to see if I hid anything else in here.”

She teased him but to no avail. With a quick hand pressing her face away, Zoro merely stated, “Nope. Hurry up and take your stupid picture.”

Nami pouted and Zoro did his best not to smirk. He certainly thought she was attractive and he was attracted, but his pride and his sense of worth were on the line. No way I’m letting her sneaky moves get in my way. Nami turned on her phone and pulled up the camera. She aimed it at him swiftly, catching him by surprise.

“No, no. I don’t get my picture taken. I take the pictures.”

Nami rolled her eyes. “Well, you never said what I had to take a picture of, so this is fair.”

“Then what? I take a selfie, and we see which one is better?”

Nami tapped her chin with her finger as if in thought, but with a sweet and knowing smile, she said, “Why don’t you take a picture of me then? If I think it is good, then you win.”

Zoro immediately raised his hand in protest. “Nope! You are a liar and a cheat. How do I know you won’t just say you hate it to spite me?”

“Alright, we can get votes from the other team members? Sound fair?”

Zoro grunted in thought. That idiotic love cook will pick hers for no other reasons other than she’s a woman and he hates me. He watched her twirl around impatiently. But, he won’t deny a great picture of her either…while the others will be fair. Zoro sneered, “Okay. Deal.”

Nami nodded and stretched out her hand. “Good. Let’s shake on it.”

“Don’t trust me?”

Nami smiled and replied sarcastically, “No. I just want to hold your hand is all.”

Zoro rolled his eye and reluctantly shook her hand, but Zoro felt like he wanted to keep his hand there…or at least it wouldn’t move back. Finally, Nami took a step back and aimed her tiny lens at him.

“Okay. Think happy thoughts.”

Zoro snorted. “Wow, that’s great.”

Nami bit her lip. No matter how she looked at him, his expression remained bored or angry. Meanwhile, Zoro was busy remaining emotionless in hopes that her pictures would be bad. I’ll get him to smile. “Hey, Zoro- tell me about your first love.”

He became confused at her inquiry. Did I hear her right?


“Hmmm…not quite right!”

Zoro just stared at her. “W-why would you ask that?”

Nami appreciated the way he seemed to fumble.







“Why didn’t it work out?”

“Let’s change the subject.”


“Couldn’t commit?”

Zoro grit his teeth. “No.”

“Didn’t want kids?”


She didn’t want kids?”

“Okay. Let’s move on.”


“Have you moved on?”


Zoro looked away from her, and Nami stopped her prodding and watched the vein at his temple pulse. I really irritated him. “Don’t photographers usually ask their models questions and get them more comfortable in front of the camera?”

Zoro ran a hand through his short green hair. “Yes, but I don’t shoot people. I do landscapes…places…objects. Things that the team needs.”

Nami smiled. “Oh, so I am the first to be shot by the great Roronoa Zoro?”

Zoro gave her a dirty look. “I might actually shoot you.” Nami frowned and Zoro felt guilty for being so violent in his teasing. Taking a moment to look at her, then away, he mumbled, “Well, you aren’t making anyone comfortable so-”

But Nami cut him off with a quick gasp as her phone beeped fiercely. “Oh shoot! I forgot I had a meeting with Luffy. Damn it, Zoro, you’re gonna make me late.”

As she closed her phone and walked past him, Zoro followed close behind her. “Me? You’re the one that started the whole game.”

As she pressed the button for the elevator, again, she sighed, “Yeah, so? I’m ending it, and that’s that.”

Zoro swiftly placed his hand against the elevator doors, leaning in to whisper into Nami’s right ear. “That’s not your call.”

Nami was watching him eye her against the reflective metal of the doors, and she felt herself grow warm at the lack of space. Suddenly, the elevator opened and his leaning against it shoved them both inside. He pressed against her back, or more accurately, her rear. His camera and lenses graciously swung to his side so that the large straps and buckles holding them in place were the only intrusions between his tight black jeans and her short dress. “Ah, Zoro, watch it!” She teased, trying to play off that feeling him from behind was just as good as feeling him from in front.

Zoro grunted. “The door opened! It wasn’t my fault.”

They peeled off each other as the doors closed behind them. Nami turned to the panel of buttons. “Are you going up, too, clueless idiot?”

Zoro crossed his arms and Nami tried not to watch as his chest tightened underneath his shirt. “Yeah.”

Nami rolled her eyes and moved to the corner of the elevator, to distance herself from him. “Good, maybe I can convince Luffy to drop your sorry money-wasting ass.”

There she goes again…as if I’m not her superior. “Who died and made you queen, huh? And why would he do that?”

Nami stuck her nose in the air. “He listens to me.”

“Probably because you shout in his ear.”

Nami fake cried, wiping an invisible tear from her eye. “Oh, Zoro, are you trying to hurt my feelings? Listen, I am good at writing. But what I do better? Money. And you-” she closed the distance between them, which grew smaller and smaller as they continued to shout – “are going on way too many trips. And for what? One or two pictures.”

“Award winning! I am worth a hell of a lot more than you!”

“Ha! You owe this company so much in travel fees because you cannot manage to make it back in one piece so I’m sure if we’re counting your debt…yeah, you’re worth millions!”

I’m going to kill her. And just when Zoro was ready to wrap his hands around her neck, the elevator shook which brought her body into his own. His hands found themselves around her waist, holding her steady as the giant metal box continued to scrape and whine. 

Nami attempted to stand on her own, but in his arms, her body went slack. She burrowed her head into his chest as the lights flickered on and off, and she tried her best not to scream least he mocked her. As if in response, his hold grew tighter and Nami held back from inhaling him in again. Damn it, why does he have to be a fake ass and yelling at me one second then holding me the next?

Finally, the lights went out as the elevator came to an abrupt halt. Nami and Zoro continued to hold onto each other in the soft darkness. 



“Get your hand off my ass.”

“What! You moved your ass into my hand- I was clearly stopping you from falling!”

“You lying sack of-”

There was static crackle and then a voice chimed, “My, my. You two look…nice.”

Nami and Zoro practically flung each other away as they shouted into the air above their heads.

“No, Robin, this  is not what it looks like!” Nami pleaded with the older woman.

“Where the hell is Franky- the elevator is busted!”

Another voice boomed over the speakers, “Ah, Zoro-bro. Robin came to visit and you know how that goes.” Robin giggled in the background.

“Disgusting. I don’t need to know. And don’t call me ‘bro’.”

Nami brushed herself off and fixed her hair. “Hey, Franky! What’s up with the elevator?”

“Sorry, sis, I was doing some fixes on the building, and I think the elevator didn’t get updated so just give me a super-second and it should be up and ready.”

“Fine.” Zoro and Nami said in unison, both pouting in their own way.

Zoro squinted at Nami through the darkness, trying to make out her face. Of all the places and all the people, he had to be stuck in an elevator with someone like Nami. “I think they did this on purpose.”

Nami looked at him with disinterest and slid down to sit on the floor. “Who?”

“The team.”

“Ha! Your ego has no bounds! Here we are trapped in an elevator and your only logic is that the people trying to get us out are out to get you. For what?”

Zoro slid down to sit on the floor as well, gingerly placing his lenses and camera in his lap. “I don’t know. To play some kind of game.”

“Though this has been the most fun I’ve ever had, Zoro…I highly doubt it.” Nami said mockingly.

“Well. Aren’t you playing some weird game, too? To mock me somehow?”

Nami went pink at the logic. It was true. She did go through unnecessarily long lengths to hurt him, and she wasn’t entirely sure why. He made it easy, and even though they hadn’t formally met until this moment, Nami felt like she knew him. Or wanted to know him. “You know what, Zoro? I am going to concede.”

Zoro tried to surmise from her expression if there was another game to be played, but the lack of light was getting the better of his usually keen eyesight. “What does that mean?”

“It means I will delete every picture I took of you.”

Zoro was about to smirk when Nami continued, “For every question that you answer.”


“Yes. I’m a writer. I like getting to know people…really get into their brains, and it would be good to know a fellow team member.”


“Yeah, yeah.” Nami waved him down, “Just answer the questions truthfully.”

“Are you saying I’d lie?”

Nami had managed to inch closer to him. With their outstretched legs, her heeled boots grazed his hip, but Zoro didn’t move away from her touch. “Zoro, would you lie to me?”

She is always testing me. With a fierce stare, he summoned all the defiance he had. “No.”

“Great, I’ll hold you to it. Alright…who was the woman that broke your heart?”

Zoro blinked, and as if in some cruel irony, the lights flickered on with a hum. Nami saw the concern on his face. It wasn’t necessarily soft, but…warm as if his muscles forgot how to make a frown not solely out of anger. “Next.”

As soon as he said it, Nami’s phone went from inside her dress to pointing directly at him.


“Hey! You said you wouldn’t take any more pictures.” He shuffled over to her, attempting to wrestle the phone from her grasp. She resisted and in the process, they brought each other closer. Nami had folded her legs underneath her but Zoro’s feet pressed against the wall behind her, locking her in between his bent legs.

Nami leaned in to shout, trying to pull her arms away from him. “No, I said that for every answered question, I’d delete a photo. But you didn’t answer a question, so this is your punishment.”

Zoro watched her, while she defiantly kept her gaze. He dropped her hands and then his head. With a heavy sigh, he relaxed his body, completely comfortable with their proximity. “You can’t have your heart broken by someone who never had it in the first place.”

Nami expected short, terse answers, regardless of the weight of her questions. But Zoro spoke with a sincerity she was not accustomed to. He leaned back as if to move away from her but Nami placed a soft hand on his bare forearm. The touch shocked them both, but she left her hand there still and he welcomed it with no resistance. Nami flipped through her gallery and selected an image. She tilted it towards him so he could watch as she deleted one awkward photo.

With a quick glance, he said, “You don’t need to prove anything to me. I trust you.”

It was Nami’s turn to be caught off guard. She felt the hair on the back of her neck rise and goosebumps peppered her flesh. In fear that he saw the pink in her cheeks, Nami quickly looked down and continued, “You didn’t love her?”

Zoro was feeling less interrogated and more willing to speak, which was a feeling he rarely or ever got. Besides Luffy, no one really knew about his personal life. Not that they didn’t attempt to know him, but it wasn’t this easy. “I liked the idea of her. She…she reminded me a childhood friend, who died. Both shared the same passions…similar mindsets, but the resemblance was uncanny. I don’t believe in the supernatural, and I don’t believe in coincidences either…but it just felt like she was brought back.”

“Did…did she love you?”

“I think so. But what she wanted from me…I couldn’t give. And so, she found it elsewhere.”

“She cheated?”

“Yes, but she did it to make me upset. The fact that I didn’t care just proved to the both of us that I wasn’t into this relationship.”

“What was her name?”

Zoro finally looked up with his signature frown plastered on his face. “I’ve answered like a million questions-“

“And I’ve been deleting while you’ve talked.” Nami finally raised her head cautiously, trying to channel her persuasive nature. “Do you not trust me anymore? What? Are you a liar?”

Zoro stiffened. “Fine! Geez.”

“No, go ahead, Zoro. Clearly, I can’t be trust-“

“Her name was Tashigi.”

As if back to normal, Nami continued. “Japanese, too?”


“You have a type then?”

Zoro went back to being on guard. “What? No.”

“Black hair. Dark eyes.”

“Yeah. But I like light hair and light eyes.”

“How light? Are my eyes too light?” Nami peered at him, his face only inches away from her own. Her eyebrows knitted in thought to conceal the selfish nature of her question.

Zoro tried to understand where her inquiry was going and so he lost his rigid candor. “Yeah, they’re fine.”

Nami sat back with a smile, but before she let herself sit on her praises too long, she started her next question, “Was she a better photographer than you?”

Without hesitation, Zoro said, “Never.”

Nami started to laugh. “Oh, gosh. Your ego never stops growing.”

“No, these are facts.”


“Well, what makes you think you’re such an amazing writer?”

“Good writing comes from those who know a bad story.”

“Bad story?”

Nami fidgeted and rose to her feet. “I need to walk around for a bit. My butt is so numb.” She winked down at Zoro, “Do you know how to relieve that?”

Zoro grunted in annoyance and rose, as well. “As if.”

Nami pouted while fixing her hair, looking over her shoulder to say, “Boo, Zoro, you’re no fun.”

With swift hands, Zoro grabbed his camera, put on a lens, and pointed it in Nami’s direction.


Nami lunged. “Hey, that was a terrible angle!”

Zoro simply raised the camera over his head again, “You didn’t answer my question.”

Nami frowned and Zoro enjoyed her misery, but then she signed and he felt the shakiness in her exhale.

“Whatever. I don’t have any bad angles actually,” she said confidently.

Zoro squinted at her pompous nature. “You’re a liar and a hypocrite.”


“I’ve complied with your ridiculous rules. And yet when I ask for a modicum of respect, you ignore me.”

“Respect? You are just asking me something I don’t want to talk about.”

“Then lie.”

Nami was hurt at his solution. “So, you just assumed I would?”

Zoro shook his head and peered down at her. “No. I just know I’ll be able to tell the difference.”

Nami let out a dry chuckle, “Zoro. You don’t know me. We’ve literally just met.”

“And yet you know something about me only one handful of people know.”

“Not my fault you’re a blabbermouth.”

“We both know I’m not.”

Nami looked at his intense stare. Even with one eye, it seemed as if the scar added to his possessive nature, and she couldn’t deny him. “What makes you so sure?”

Zoro smirked, a cocky grin but as he brought his face down, she felt the warmth. “I’m a great photographer, on my way to being world famous. Just because I don’t capture people doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m looking for.”

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. Nami despised being vulnerable, and it took a great deal of time for her to welcome people into her life. With Zoro, she felt raw. And yet, she opened her mouth to speak, “Bad stories come from bad lives.”

“What was so bad about it?” Zoro said it mockingly, testing her truthfulness. However, his temperament changed as he watched her cave into herself, her shoulders hunched and head low.

“When you’re younger…it’s easier to tell who the villains are and who the good guys are. But when all the good guys are too scared or…leave…why not just be…bad? ”

It started as dry heaving, heavy exhales as she continued to twist her left bicep. Zoro wondered what secrets hid underneath her clawing, but he recognized they had to be deep. Then he saw the smallest tears formed in her eyes as her face grew red with anger and fear of humiliation. Shit. Too far.  

Zoro was a man of very few words, and according to others, even fewer emotions. Yet, as he watched her, he didn’t dare stop her, to remove from her the choice to stop herself. He didn’t tell her to not cry or “it’s okay” because they both knew it wasn’t. He had bullied her to talk, but she made a choice to let him in and he was not going to belittle that decision. Her dry shaky exhales quieted as her body found air again, though, in the space, she felt claustrophobic.

“Nami,” he spoke quietly trying to figure out the right words to say when she looked at him, and Zoro lost his breath at the sight of her yet again. As quickly as his realization hit him, his camera went up. With nothing more than a simple, small lens, he captured her.


Nami began to yell but as Zoro studied the image and smiled, he motioned it to her. She had yet to see him smile, and while she wiped at her face and calmed herself down, she was curious as to why an image of her gave him such a rare reaction. She finally exhaled and shook the bad thoughts from her head, angry with herself for even letting him in so far. She tugged at his camera forcefully, making him choke a bit, but he stood his ground. However, Nami did not seem as pleased with the image as Zoro was. She flatly responded, “You literally cut me up.”

Zoro’s confusion turned to anger. “What? It’s an artist choice.”

“No, you literally cut out my face and body simultaneously…how is it possible to suck so much?”

Oh wow! Okay. You know what- I thought you got it.”

“Got what, Zoro? I only see my chin and my hand is covering half of that!”

“No! The smile! Geez, are you even looking?”

Nami was happy her blush hid under her rage. “What is there to look at? I can’t see anything!”

Zoro scoffed, “That’s why you’re a writer and I’m an artist.”

“My writing is art!”

“Ha! A picture is worth a thousand words.”

“You idiot! If none of those words make any sense, what’s the point?”

“Well, I get it.”

“I don’t. Come here, I’m deleting it.”

“What? No!”

“Zoro! Seriously. That picture sucks.”

“No, you wanted a picture and you got a picture.”

“You can’t show that to the others.”

“I won’t.”

“Then you don’t need it.”

“But I want it.”

“No, you creep. You can’t have a picture of me like that!”

They were running around the tiny elevator like a cat and mouse…or more like a tiger and cat. Zoro will his bigger body and ferocious shouts lumbering away from Nami’s tiny but quick movements. 

All of a sudden, the elevator jostled and came crashing down. Swiftly, Zoro let go of his camera and grabbed Nami. The force of the drop pushed them all around and Zoro tried his best to wrap his body around her own so that any contact with the metal door, walls or floor came to him. Nami yelled as the elevator made a sickening screech and halted. Both bodies rammed into the floor. In the quiet stillness, Zoro looked at his chest to see Nami laying there. 

“Nami. Nami. Oi, witch!”

Nami snapped back, “Shut up, idiot- I’m not dead!”

Zoro looked down at her, though his neck and back were sore from being a human pinball. He tried to untangle himself from her, his right arm securing her from her lower back to her head and his left arm tightly across her…

“Wow, Zoro. Are you an ass man because this is getting a little ridiculous!”

She wiggled underneath his arm while on top of his body and he froze. “Shut up! Did you want to get bruised up like I did?”

“Hmm. Convenient that your hand on my butt is for my safety.”

Zoro grew irritated as he grew embarrassed but kept his emotions in check, at least visually. “Whatever. We seem to be stable so you can get off me.”

Nami began to spread her hands from him when she felt broken glass, “Ouch!” She quickly pressed her head and shoulders up to view the tragic mess. All around them laid shattered glass from Zoro’s lenses. They had managed to take the brunt of the collision that Zoro’s body didn’t and Nami felt the guilt grow inside her. “Zoro…I’m so sorry, I-“

But Zoro pressed himself forward to catch her hand, examining the cut thoroughly. “It’s fine,” he said as he moved to take off a piece of his cloth camera strap to wrap her hand, “I always buy new lenses. Plus, my camera itself is fine.”

He provided her a gentle smile, and the warmth that she felt when she first stared at his picture came back…but multiplied. I had to be trapped in an elevator to get to know this guy…but…

She didn’t want to continue her thought, in fear she might actually mean it. Zoro groaned underneath her, and Nami moved quickly to get away from him and to check his wounds.

“Ah!” She stopped and peered down her body to see what was pulling her back onto him. Her dress, as cute as it was, tangled itself in his various straps and buckles. The soft woolen fabric fused with the metal so perfectly placed at his groin.

Wow, just my luck. Just. My. Luck. Nami summoned all the false pretense she had to throw a sultry smile so that it distracted him from her own embarrassment. “Now, Zoro, you didn’t need to go to such lengths to get my clothes off.”

She pulled the phone out of her dress and fixated on the untangling, in fear of what he might say to egg her on. However, Zoro was quieter than usual. She had hoped for a snide remark or some accusation that could fill the growing silence that trickled with tension. She dared one swift glance up and stopped dead in her tracks. Zoro looked at her with the cool, steely gaze that made her not warm but on fire. His one dark iris peering at her like he was going to consume her, and then his smirk. A smirk that looked too confident, too prepared, too ready to move forward with some dark thoughts it seemed they both shared. His tongue licked his lips slightly, as it played across his sharp white teeth. Then Nami felt his large hands, which were surprisingly soft, hover just over her bare thighs. He’s a demon. A crazed sex demon. Not thinking anymore, she panicked. “Okay, this is taking too long!”

Zoro felt her before he could see what she was doing. Nails grazing his bare skin where his shirt had pulled up, Nami pulled his pants. The self-control and resilience that he prided himself on were all but gone at this point, and he couldn’t bare being underneath her thumb or her body any longer. “Nami! What are you doing?” his voice rose as his hands landed firmly on her legs.

Nami jostled on top of him and she cursed herself as a whimper escaped. Blood rushed into Zoro and in fear, he propped himself forward, which moved Nami backward into his waiting arms. Zoro put on some composure, and it helped that he felt the pain all over his body from the broken glass and bruises. It distracted himself from the girl in his lap and in his arms, flushed face and cruel. “Nami, why are you trying to take off my pants?”

Nami needed to clasp onto his neck to hold steady, as it seemed the entire world was shaking. “Get your mind out of the gutter! My dress is in your bazillion belts. What- can’t hold up your pants with just one?”

“You know those were for my lenses! Stop trying to make this something that it’s not.”

“Fine! Just untangle us.”

“I can’t like this…it’s weird.”

Nami pinched his cheeks. “And what wouldn’t be weird, you dummy?”

Zoro fumed and lunged, and a squeal escaped Nami’s lips. He had her on the floor as he hovered over her, but her left hand held his pants close to her still. Her legs wrapped around his hips and kept her lower half hovering over the glass-covered floor, to keep her dress from pulling any more than it already had. With her right hand gripping his massive forearm, she mumbled with pink cheeks and spread out hair, “Ah! Zoro! Don’t move like that – you’re stretching it!”

Nami simply wanted Zoro to feel as uncomfortable as she had with their comfortable proximity, but she witnessed something much better. Zoro was in sheer embarrassment, red-faced and wide-eyed. It was as if he didn’t know where to go and what to do…and Nami was the type of person to take advantage of that situation.


Just like that, Zoro awoke, flustered and fumbling. “What are you doing!”

“Oh, it was the perfect face. If you could see yourself.”

The elevator was now moving, but neither of them recognized anything of the outside world besides the unbelievable accordance, which was their embrace and consequent fighting.

“Nami, seriously- give me your phone!”

“Get it out of my dress then, brute!”

“Don’t make me do that!”

“Ha, as if you could! You could barely move a second ago-”

“Because you once again said something weird!”

“No, no- you took it weird! I was clearly talking about my dress, which you are still destroying!”

“Stop pushing your hips into me like that and I’ll handle it!”

“You wish you could handle it!”

“Watch me!”


Nami and Zoro stopped shouting but froze in their provocative poses. Zoro managed to pin a hand above her head, while her other hand was still at his pants and his other one at the hem of her dress.

Franky shouted, “Oh, come on! Not in the elevator, you perverts. I can’t…I can’t look.” He turned around and shook his head while Robin rubbed his back and smiled.

“There, there, Franky. It could have been worse. Remember that time we-“

Usopp threw his hands in the air and shouted, “No!” With a shudder, he continued, “None of us want to relive that atrocity.”

Luffy jumped in, “Ah, you two have met! Great! Nami, you will be traveling with Zoro from now on. I wanted to tell you that. And Zoro…now you have a friend!”

Chopper blushed while covering half his face yet managing to peek, “A special friend it seems.”

Brook let out a laugh, “Yohohoho, do you think he saw her-“

A swift kick threw Brook onto the floor, “Say ‘panties’ and I’ll throw you down this elevator shaft, you old bag of bones.” Sanji brought his leg back down and lit his cigarette. “Oi, stupid marimo, why is Nami lying in broken glass?”

Everyone turned their attention to the floor, littered with glass shards. Robin sighed, “Oh, Zoro. Your lenses.”

Zoro pushed himself up while cradling Nami so that her back and legs weren’t cut on the floor. “It’s fine. I can get new ones.”

Nami released her hold on his neck, as he placed her down on solid ground. “And I’m fine, Sanji. Zoro actually-” Nami attempted to continue but felt the familiar tug at her lower half. “Zoro, um, can you just…”

“Just what, woman? I literally tried to help and you got weird.”

Nami tried to quiet him, though she pressed into him and they still looked rather intimate as all their co-workers watched. “No. I just wanted to tease you.”

“Well, congratulations, Nami. Tease on! Oh, wait, look where we are now, huh? You gonna be so cheeky in front of the others?”

Nami pulled his nose and yelled, “Well, if you are going to act like a child, I will treat you like one!”

They continued to fight as the others just watched them.

“It’s like we’re not even here,” Usopp said from the corner of his mouth.

“Yes, as if they are in their own little world,” Robin said with a smile.

“Disgusting.” Said Sanji, exhaling a puff of smoke.

“You can’t smoke inside, Sanji. And stop smoking, Sanji!” Chopper piped in.

Usopp sighed and walked over to the couple, “Alright, let the master knot untie-er work his magic.”

Nami and Zoro surrendered and tried to move away from each other to give him space, but again, Nami’s dress would only stretch so far and Zoro’s buckles interlaced intricately around his giant frame.

“Wow, you guys really got into it, huh?” Usopp chuckled, but two fists disputed his comment.

“Just shut up and help!” Zoro said while he gritted his teeth.

“You know, Usopp, you bet they would be taking things to the next level already. But it seems they haven’t.” Robin said, analyzing them with her calculating eyes.

Usopp shouted over his shoulder, still working on the hard metal and soft wool before him. “What are you talking about? They clearly did! I mean you saw-“

Another set of punches landed on his head. “Ouch! Okay, do you want me to untie you two or not?”

“Can you try to do it without the commentary?” Nami fumed.

“Money is on the line here!” Usopp retorted.

Nami grinned and turned her attitude completely around, “How much money?”

“$800! Franky is terrible at playing the odds.”

“False, I know exactly what I am doing because Robin told-“

Robin quickly covered his mouth. “Yes, it is $800. But only if there is proof that you guys-“

Robin did not finish her sentence because Nami went with her love for money over any shame she may have felt. As Usopp successfully pulled Nami’s dress off Zoro’s belt, Nami launched herself towards Zoro, who turned his head in response but instead of soft lips making contact, their faces just crashed into each other with a smack.

Luffy was the first to burst into laughter, while the others followed. Nami rubbed her nose while Zoro rubbed his chin.

“Oh, wow! That was hysterical! Were you two fighting like that this whole time?” Luffy hunched over with amusement.

Nami was about to shout when Zoro’s strong hand gripped her chin and brought it upwards towards him. Nami was wide eyed as she felt the force of the pull. She closed her eyes in fear of another crash and also an acknowledgment of what was happening, but his lips were soft against her own.  

Zoro began to pull away, but when Nami opened her mouth and didn’t fight his tongue, he tilted his head to suck on her bottom lip. With the opening came her moan, low but clearly audible. Then his tongue went to work to feel around her, the heat pouring into his own mouth. It was hungry and messy and as Nami sneaked fingers past his ears and into his hair, Zoro’s arms kept her lower half flush against him while the other moved her head.

Nami was feeling dizzy with the lack of oxygen, but each wet noise made her combat his advances. She was tilting back, but he followed her and within his firm embrace, Nami could hardly resist. It did not feel forced, however, because he would tease her by going back to suck on her lip and Nami would push her way back into his mouth. Zoro took this with stride and Nami felt the smile he had. He picked her up slightly, and Nami took the opportunity to wrap a leg around his own. Zoro quickened things it up and suddenly the only thing keeping them together was Zoro’s strength and Nami’s grip. His hands moved to under her and squeezed her ass, giving him a prompt squeal.

The world was quiet to them but Franky and Robin held their hands over their son’s face. “Ah! I can’t breathe,” Chopper cried.

Robin replied dryly, “I wonder if they even can.”

Franky mumbled, “Ugh, guys. You got the money. Hey. Guys. You can-“


Nami quickly ripped herself off Zoro, and he felt the loss with a shudder. “Oh, wow. Law! What are you doing here?”

Law watched her wipe her mouth and adjust herself then glared at the man she was literally clinging to a moment ago. They just met…are you kidding me? “I was visiting my sister at work…but it seems you were pretty busy.”

Nami started to reply, but Luffy swallowed Law into a hug. “Yay, you’re here! I get to tell you the great news, too!”

“What news?” Law still glared at Zoro and Zoro glared right back.

“Nami will be traveling with Zoro from now on, now she can finally do what she dreamed!”

Law fumed. “What? No. You promised me she’d be safe.”

Luffy frowned. “Of course, she’ll be safe. She’ll be with Zoro.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Zoro wanted to protest but Nami cut him off, charging at her brother. “Excuse me- Hi, Nami here! Don’t go telling me what to do, Law. Are you saying you had something to do with me being stuck on desk duty this whole time?”

Luffy smiled. “Oh, no. I’ve always wanted you to travel with Zoro. He was just two weeks late is all.”

Zoro flustered. “What? This was your plan all along? I don’t need a babysitter, Luffy.”

“You two are more likely to make a baby,“ Brook chimed in.

“Shut up, Brook!” Zoro, Nami, and Law yelled.

Nami turned to Law, flicking his forehead. “Hey! Listen, this is what I want to do. And I’m going to do it.”

Law frowned. “I know, I know. But do you have to-”

Nami grabbed Zoro’s hand and pulled him down the hallway. “Let’s go, Zoro. We have a lot of traveling to do. I know the assignments already.”

Zoro shouted, “Stop telling me what to do, damn it!” Robin handed him a couple $100 bills, but before Zoro could grab it, Nami snatched it from him. “Hey! That’s my money.”

Nami snickered as she looked over her shoulder at him, “It is as much mine, as it is yours. Or would you like to prove to me how much you deserve it?”

Zoro sighed, “Whatever. At least half goes to a new lens. You owe me that much.”

Nami smiled, “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll keep track of your debt.

To Be Continued;) because I can’t write one shots…

doodlingcubes  asked:

hello! i really really enjoy your blog, and i was hoping you could answer a question i've been wondering about for about a week or so now. i bought a little jar of fire opals at a market a week ago, and it came in this water-oil sort of substance(i don't know what it is, but it smells kinda bad). i've been wondering if i need to keep them in there, or if i can take them out? the liquid they're in is kinda dirty, i think, so if i need to keep them in there, should i clean and replace it? thanks!

So i’m not sure what your opal are in, but there is a myth that opals need to be soaked in water to prevent cracking, but opal is non-porous and therefore impervious - it cannot soak up water, oil, or anything else. The water content in an opal is determined during the formation of the stone, with water molecules locked into tiny voids within the opal’s crystalline silicon structure. Soaking your opal in water will do nothing to increase the life of your opal. However, wetting an already cracked stone will temporarily hide the fault, a fact which may have contributed to prolonging this myth. .

So i think you should be fine to just take them out! enjoy them (and send them some photos!)

I hope this helps!

wow.  okay, i’m gonna try to write this up without crying.

on saturday, we walked down the aisle to a piano version of metallica’s nothing else matters.  we said our vows, we said i do, and we were introduced as mrs. and mrs. for the first time.

we got photos with our wonderful wedding party, my grandma and my little niece, whose flower girl dress matched mine (<3), danced to beirut’s postcards from italy, and it was so exciting that i couldn’t even eat a donut from the donut bar (i heard it was awesome, lol).  the staff at our venue liked us so much they almost cried when we wrapped things up, and gave us three bottles of champagne to take home.

there were supposed to be thunderstorms the whole day, so i was kind of bummed that the photos might be a little hectic, or that we’d have to do them all inside.  however, it didn’t rain.  i mean, it did rain.  but … you guys.  it was sunny at the same time. so you know what that means, right?

that’s us!  and that’s our unexpected wedding guest, the rainbow!

everybody told me that something would go wrong, and we’d just have to shrug it off, but … nothing went wrong.  everything was perfect.  i wouldn’t change anything about the day.  everything unfolded like a story.  we are married now, like we’ve been planning for more than ten years.  every time i’m alone i get one of our songs stuck in my head and i just start crying, because it’s real, it happened, the words were said and everyone heard them, and no one can stop it or take it away!  our marriage is endorsed by a fucking rainbow!!!

okay, there it is.  we did it!  now for the honeymoon.  we’re gonna do whatever the fuck we want.  <3

anonymous asked:

This seems so dumb but seeing myself in pictures my family has taken of me puts me into an existential crisis and I'm terrified of people seeing these... I literally do not look Like That You always look so good in your pictures and I'm like... damn wish that were me. How do you do it? ;P or are you just photogenic?

I try really fuckin hard I only like being photographed from the left I make people take like 1 million photos of me so I have a lot to choose from I use filters and I have like … a lot of go to poses and shit idk I am just always doing the absolute most 😩I almost never like candids of myself that people take without me knowing and you can ask anyone close to me but I almost always hate selfies that someone else takes like group ones etc jfjshdjf I make people delete bad pics of me and stuff so please know nothing is real and I look shitty a lot

The Lord is with Thee

Fragments of words leaked out through the closed door. All Abbie’s voice, all low and reassuring: “Trust.” “Choice.” “Defend.” “OK.” “Promise.”

Jenny picked the lock on her sister’s gun safe. It took her seventeen seconds. She added “new gun safe” to her mental Christmas list. Abbie’s collection was small but high-quality. A few boring handguns, a Bushmaster AR-15, an old Winchester pocket pistol in gorgeous shape, a shotgun with “A.C.” engraved on the butt.

A soul-scraping cry rasped from the bedroom but was immediately smothered into a pillow. Or a shoulder. Jenny hummed under her breath, songs about sunshine, let the buzz fill her head.

The guns were all pristine. Jenny broke them down and cleaned them again, oiled every bit until they shined, put them back together and made sure the fastenings were tight and sure. She loved the feel of them, cold and slippery and strong, smelling like old pennies and old eggs. The more her hands moved, the more still she became inside.

She wanted to go to them; wanted to help. But this was their own thing, Abbie and Crane. Their little weird little Witness bubble. She wasn’t a part of it – didn’t want to be, really – but she couldn’t just leave them. Not when they both had to be hurting so damn much.

So she waited. And she cleaned.

Jenny was just tipping the tumblers back in place to re-lock the cabinet when the bedroom door opened. Abbie eased it closed again with infinite care. If she was surprised to see Jenny, she was too tired to let it show. She looked like she hadn’t slept in two hundred years. Which was about right.

“He’s sleeping. Or doing a really good job of faking it,” Abbie said.

“Probably the best thing for him.” That is, if the dreams stayed away. Jenny wiped the last of the oil from her hands. “I’ll get out of your hair. I just didn’t want …” Ah, shit. She couldn’t say the real reason; Abbie wouldn’t like it. She’d get stiff and brittle. So Jenny lied. “Didn’t want you two unprotected in there.”

“Nobody left to protect us from. They’re all dead.” She didn’t sound as relieved as she ought to be. “But I’m glad you’re here anyway. I have something to show you.” Abbie smiled and pulled out her phone. Jenny rummaged in the cabinet over the refrigerator for the bottle of Jim Beam; poured them both a bazillion fingers. Just as she was sliding Abbie’s over, her phone buzzed.

Her hand was trembling before she even had the phone out of her pocket. She didn’t know why. But yeah, she knew why.

A new text from Abbie. A picture. The left third of it was obscured by someone’s finger. But it didn’t matter. Because there was Abbie, standing in a room that looked like it came right outta The Patriot. And there, with her arm around Abbie’s shoulder, could only be Grace.

“Shut up,” Jenny whispered. The woman’s smile was uncertain, but her eyes were so kind and warm, her hand on Abbie’s arm so gentle.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she? You take after her. And fuck me if everyone else in this family isn’t tall.

Jenny coughed out a laugh but couldn’t tear her eyes from the photo. “It’s really her. This is really Grace.

“I’m so sorry you weren’t there. She looked at me and she knew me, Jenny. There was nothing to explain, she knew it all, knew so much more than we do. And from the very first moment, we were just family.”

Jenny slugged back half her bourbon. Then, after consideration, the other half. When she looked back at Grace’s picture – Grace! – her cheeks were damp.

“Shit. Don’t do that. You’re gonna make me cry.” Abbie jittered a step toward her, bourbon still untasted in her hand.

“But I’m so happy. For you, for her, for me, that I get to see her. I just …” The tears kept coming but Jenny did not care.

Abbie was blinking a thousand times a second. “Yeah. Me too.” Then she was crying too, and maybe they started as happy tears but then her hand shook and the bourbon sloshed and those hacking, hoarse sobs weren’t happy at all.

Jenny took the glass from her and wrapped her sister up in the biggest hug she could. “Hey. Hey,” she said. “You’re OK.”

“I’m sorry,” Abbie gasped. “It’s just – it’s just been a really long day.”

“I know. But it’s over now.”

Abbie cried like Jenny had never seen her cry, not even as a little girl. Jenny didn’t pretend to understand; there was too much. But she could hold her. And she could love her. And right now, that seemed like enough.

Luke Hemmings - Stupid Mistakes

Okay so this is the first part to a little series that I’m doing. It’s my first planned series and I hope you like it!


It had been a very tiring day at work, so I decided to go to bed early. The only thing getting me through working the extra hours was the holiday that I was taking to go to America to see Luke. I got a hot water bottle and crawled under my covers. Work had really taken it out of me because I was nearly asleep within five minutes of snuggling under the covers.
I had nearly drifted off when my phone beeped to signal that I had received a text. Groaning I reached out and grabbed my phone. The brightness blinded me but frustration quickly transformed to panic. ‘Y/N, I think you should check Twitter…’ The text from Y/B/F/N had read. Quickly, I opened Twitter and began to scroll through my feed. I felt sick, as tears formed. Minutes later I got another text: ‘I’m so sorry Y/N, but maybe it’s not as bad as it looks..?’ She had suggested. I was too angry to reply, so I called her instead.
She didn’t even get chance to say hello before I started ranting.
‘What else could have happened? Luke was clearly kissing another girl. There’s multiple pictures of my boyfriend kissing another girl at a party. I’m flying out to see him tomorrow. Tomorrow! I don’t know what to do Y/B/F/N..’ I said as the first tear rolled down my cheek.
'Please don’t cry Y/N.’ She said, sensing through my tone that I had started crying. 'He is a fucking idiot for doing that. Are you still going to go?’ She asked.
'Oh hell yeah. I’m going. I need answers, whether I’ll get them from him or Mikey, Ash and Cal.’ I said as anger raised in my voice.
Y/B/F/N let me continue to rant to her for another hour, but eventually I ran out of steam and said goodnight.

I spent all day packing to try and take my mind off of the picture of Luke kissing that girl floating around in my memory. It didn’t really help, so I blasted ATL out of my earphones. The volume forcible stopped any upsetting thoughts circling through my mind.
The plane journey went painfully slow. All I wanted to do now was confront Luke, but I had no idea what to say to him. By the time the plane landed I still didn’t have a clue as to what I would say.
A taxi was waiting for me when I walked out of the airport, which is what we had previously decided would be best as we hadn’t gone public with our relationship. We had taken every effort to keep it secret so that the media or the fans didn’t find out, which is what hurt, because clearly he didn’t care about people finding out about him and this girl.
My breath hitched as the taxi rolled through the gates of the hotel. It was beautiful with a large water fountain stood proudly in front of the glass structure. The view quickly disappeared as the car pulled into the garage. The driver got out and helped me with my bags. I politely thanked him and tipped him for the ride. Taking a deep breath I pulled my suitcase to the reception desk where I told the perky woman my alias name. She handed me a card to the penthouse. Their rooms were definitely getting better I thought. I rolled my case to the lift and pressed the button to the top floor. The lift opened up to a double door. I swiped my card, which made a click sound to indicate that it had opened. I pushed down the handle.
They were all sat on the couches drinking coffees to wake up. I had no doubt that they had all just rolled out of bed. The boys’ heads turned towards me and smiles broke out on their faces.
'Y/N!’ Luke exclaimed and jumped up to walk over to me. He wrapped his arms wound my waist and leaned in to kiss me.
'Are you joking?’ I said, pushing him away, which caused confusion and hurt to flash across his features.
'What’s up? If it’s about me not being at the airport we already decided..’ He began but I cut him off.
'Yeah I know. That was perfectly fine. But I’m guessing that you haven’t been on Twitter recently?’ I said sarcastically, glaring at him as I crossed my arms across my chest. Everyone’s eyes where on us.
'No..why?’ His brow furrowed and he looked at his band members for a clue. They all looked just as confused apart from Michael who avoided his gaze.
'Why don’t I bring you into the loop Luke.’ I said, grabbing my phone out of my pocket and loaded up Twitter. 'Just scroll down a bit.’ I said passing him my phone and watched his face as it dropped with realisation when he saw the many photos and status of him and the girl. 'Do you have nothing to say for yourself?’ I asked him, crossing my arms over my chest.
'What happened?’ Ash asked.
'Apparently Luke couldn’t wait a few days to kiss his girlfriend so he decided to kiss someone else. Isn’t that right Luke?’ I said not taking my eyes off of Luke. The hurt had disappeared and instead all I could feel was anger. 'But I don’t even know if this just happened the once or if this is a regular occurrence.’
'Y/N…’ Luke said, looking at me for the first time after seeing the pictures. 'I’m sorry. It meant nothing. She just..’
'You know what I can’t hear this right now.’ I said turning around. 'Fuck you Luke.’ I said and walked towards the door.
'You fucking idiot.’ I heard Ashton say just before the door closed behind me.
Impatiently, I jabbed the lift button again for the fifth time as I sighed in frustration.
'Fuck of Luke.’ I said as I heard the door open behind me.
'It’s not Luke.’ Michael said as he stepped next to me. He wrapped me up in a big hug and I lost it. Tears streamed down my face, causing his top to become wet. 'Hey don’t cry now.’ He said as he wiped my tears with his thumb. 'Come on let’s go get a drink.’ He said as the lift dinged open. I nodded and followed him into the lift.
Michael must have already requested a car because there was a vehicle waiting for us at the entrance by the time we got to the garage.
'Morning Mr Rection.’ The guy said with a completely serious face.
'Are you joking?’ I laughed as we slid into the car. 'Please tell me your first name starts with an E?’ I pleaded.
He nodded. 'Mr E. Rection. I thought it was funny when I chose it.’ He shrugged.
'Oh Michael, I’ve missed you so much.’ I said sobering up from my laughter. Michael had been the one to introduce me to Luke and the rest of the band. We had met in a bar and having the same sense of humour we immediately knew that we were going to be friends. So we continued to hang out until they left town. Being a sucker for blue eyes, I had already fallen for Luke and the next time they had come to town he had asked me on a date.
'I’ve missed you too Y/N.’ he said, patting my head, which made me roll his eyes. 'Oh yeah this is yours.’ He said, digging in his pocket and pulled out my phone. I thanked him and then we spent the rest of the journey playing the newest game on his phone.
I sat down at a table by the window, cupping my mug of hot chocolate to warm up my freezing fingers.
'You need to talk to him.’ Michael sighed as he sat down opposite me and saw my phone light up for the twentieth time, showing yet another text from Luke.
'You’re right. I should.’ I sighed as I picked up my phone.
'Please can we just talk about this Y/N?’ Was Luke’s last message, so I replied to him saying that we could discuss it tomorrow because I was too drained to talk about it today.
'Done. We’re meeting tomorrow.’ I said to Michael as I dropped my phone into my pocket.
'Good. I know something that’ll cheer you up..’ He said with a cheeky grin.
'Oh god what is it Clifford.’ I said matching his smile with my own.
'Par-tay.’ He said raising his eyebrows and doing a little dance.
'I’m not in the mood Mikey.’ I groaned.
'Come on its perfect. You’ll have fun and forget about all this drama.’ I rolled me eyes. 'You do know that I’m not taking no for an answer right.’ He said seriously.
'Urgh fine I’ll go, but you owe me a drink.’
'Deal.’ He said with a big grin spread across his face.

Part 2

Guys and Girls can be Friends!

I thought I’d make a post about this particular drama I am seeing a lot in the fam and I wanted to share my thoughts on the matter.

Calum and Nia.

So, far every time these two are at the same place as another people go crazy and state things like ‘they are dating’ ‘it’s obvious they have a thing’ and ‘it’s confirmed’. This needs to stop.

1)      Nia is signed to Calum’s (well 5sos’ record label) and would be unprofessional to date/get involved. I do not at all and am not claiming to know the music industry or their contract or anything about the music business or at least the business around those 2 bands involvement with one another but nonetheless it would definitely be viewed as unprofessional and they would know that we would think that. I believe they are smart to know that.

2)      Anytime that a girl is seen, or in a photo or involved in some social media contact (e.g. a tweet, a like on instagram etc. ) they are automatically dating, or rumoured to be dating or hooking up an all. Some even start ‘shipping’ them and just adding on to it. This is not healthy my lovelies. It creates and adds drama for the whole fam and becomes exhausting for yourself if you get concerned by everyone that they hang out with. I would like to add that this leads to false accusations (for the most part). For example, Caitlin Davis. I believe she was a girl who everyone said was a ‘groupie’ or ’hookup’ or ’girlfriend’ of Calum’s, and as it turns out was nothing more than a friend.

3)      Leading on from the previous point, this can actually cause unnecessary attention to people who do not deserve it i.e. sending hate to a girl who is just hanging around one of the boys.

4)      Evidence/proof. The photos and stuff that we have got of these two suggest nothing else other than friendship. There is no pda or anything like that which we have seen from certain other couples and given the amount of times they have hung out and seen by fans I think something would have been caught if they were but they aren’t. I know there have been some fans saying they have seen them before doing stuff but then never provide evidence. Now as a fam I think you have caught some private photos a lot before so it is pretty unlikely you saw them and didn’t take a picture. I think there always needs to be proof with claims like that. There is also the twitter’s, tumblr’s and accounts run by groupies/friends/friends of friends of 5sos that claim things about them. I would like to say that most of the ones who first claimed they were a thing in the first place have no said it is over. I do not know if they are telling the truth that they know the guys I just don’t know but a few seem really nice But I refer you to my previous post about these blogs: . This is nothing against those people because I have visited their accounts and they are truly nice, sweet and lovely people. Finally, all outings that have involved these guys are always, always in a group with other people. So, it makes no sense as to why people single these 2 out. It’s a bunch of friends socializing together.

5)      A point a lot of us I think seem to be forgetting is that we only have an outside view on what goes on in the boys private lives (quite rightly I think) so what we see or hear is 100% not concrete fact. We should not assume anything. I see people who thankfully agree these 2 are not dating and just friends but believe they have at least hooked up. We do NOT know that. Where did that come from?

6)      My final point (my most important I think and links to the point I ended with just now in 5) ) People seem to think that just because Calum is a guy and Nia is a girl that they must have at least hooked up. Wrong! Well then they must be dating now because they are standing next to each other. Wrong again! As shocking as I know it is a guy and a girl can be friends. You don’t even need to say they are like brother and sister, because we should not have to attach that label for people to understand. Not every girl surrounding the boys is around just for a sex or hooking up with them ok. They have girl friends. Guys and girls can be friends.

Well that’s my little rant that I wanted to address and I hope people see the light with what I am trying to say. I am not attacking at all so I hope people do not get the wrong idea when reading it.

@offciallycalum @exposing5sosblog @exposing-arzaylea @5sos-groupie-info thought I’d tag you guys for opinions on what I wrote and because I know you get fed up with this drama and I really enjoy your blogs and you all seem really nice and sweet.

And as always I hope you all stay safe strong, stay safe and stay happy.





Expect a ton of baby photos and basically nothing else (except cats).  I was so focused on not killing them that I didn’t take many interesting photos of the other kids (though I never usually do anyway once they’re children xD).

Anyway, meet:

  • Delphinia (flower) Midnight Cohen
  • Topaz Slate Cohen
  • Edirne (eggplant variety) Cumulus Cohen
  • and Farleigh (plum) Skylark Cohen

Also, I recently found out that paint colors make for awesome color names.  That’s where I got Farleigh’s middle name.

brnzsniperbabe  asked:

She'd been blowing off some steam following her team's unfortunate loss in the last round. Finding a particular sense of joy by putting holes in a fake beowolf target down at one of the practice fields. She was however curious why there seemed to be a rabbit faunus trying to take pictures of her from a distance. Every time the poor thing tried to take a picture, May would move to a different branch, perhaps on purpose after noticing her. "Can I help you?" She'd finally call out

  It had been almost an hour after the match that team JNPR had won, and after the match there was a three hour pause before the next match. This was normal in the Festival – it gave not only the contestants some time to relax, but the audience time to calm themselves from the fight before and to get refreshments. This happened between every third match, and Velvet was going to use this time.

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Dear Future Valentine,

You weren’t with me this year and you probably feel blessed.
If you don’t, you will now.
You see, I’m a heavy sleeper and a night owl, so depending on the day you might not get that long sweet text in the morning.
I don’t have Netflix yet, I might by next year, but no promises.
When we Netflix and Chill (if we must even though I live only a few blocks away from a movie theater), I just want to chill.
Speaking of movie theaters, I’ve always wanted to try that one move when you yawn and put your arm over the girl’s shoulder so if you would please let me succeed I’d really appreciate it.
I have 99 problems, and money can be one of them, so I apologize in advance if I can’t purchase you the 6 foot tall teddy bear you’ve been craving since you saw that one relationship goals video on Facebook.
I’m only 5'5" so I hope that will do.
If you haven’t gotten the hint by now, you’ll be my first Valentine.
Yes, I am a Valentine virgin and I’m proud of it…
Okay, I’m not so proud of it but you’ll change that so it’s okay!
What I’m really trying to say is..your gifts may not be Instagram worthy.
Your Happy Valentine’s Day message may not deserve a post on Facebook and you might not get enough photos of me for a Flipagram video because I’m not photogenic.
But I will love you.
If there’s nothing else you’ll take away from that day besides the chocolate and flowers, you will know that I love you.
I’ll make sure of that.

—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day, (45/366)

anonymous asked:

And yet people ask why jongin is the only one concerned when kyungsoo throat is hurt *cough* becauseyouknowwhy *cough*

[warning: i was sleepy, tired and full delulu when i wrote this, sorry annonie, i couldn’t help myself to not to go full essay about this topic]

ikr? other members didn’t, including suho; the mom figure of exo

even the manager didn’t, yes we had seen him huging soo several times but come on only jongin had gotten caught off by the cameras rubbing/patting/massaging soo’s neck more than once. and i got a feeling that jongin also has been doing this pretty often especially when they’re off the camera

idk about other ppl, but imo that rubbing neck thingy is not something “a pair of regular hommies” would do

let me say this first, i’m a very touchy person, i touch my friends all the time but touching (caressing/patting/massaging) their neck? that’s a no no for me or for them.
why? bc some people feel tickles and/or uncomfortable, bc it’s one of the intimate parts of a human body (lel i hope i wrote it right)bc some ppl only allow their bae to touch that part of their body.

won’t you think it crosses the boundaries if your friend caress your neck? no matter how close he/she is. no matter how hurt your throat is.

for example, touch the front part of your neck (fking touch it now), soft isn’t it? now imagine your friend/or to match kaisoo’s AU!; your closest co-worker doing that to you. would you just stay and be a good puppy and let him/her pet*ehm*caress your neck? if you say yes, you need to check and reevaluate your feelings toward that person bc you might be in love with him/her or maybe you’re just horny. idk

if my best friend’s throat got hurt, i would recommend her to drink water. if it’s not helping, gulp that sore throat medicine. go see a doctor if the medicine ain’t helping. yes i might seem heartless but it’s a sore throat jfc not somebody giving birth (the nicest thing i would prob do is to buy her a throat lozenge).

by (my) logic, if you have sore throat, only the inside part would feel hurt/uncomfortable so i think that rubbing/carresing the front part of the neck wouldn’t lessen the pain and unnecessary*le gasp* wait a minute… . jongin you sly fox

and don’t give me this oh my god stop gay-fying oppar it’s just how korean skinship work, jongin just concerned about his hyung or it’s just fanservice bullshit.
idk (cuz i never see one) how non-korean-celebrities (particularly males) do skinship but i have heard from the korean themselves, it’s different from how the idols do it.
they (the males) do have the tendencies to be closer and a lil bit touchy-feely with each other than the westerners do, but it is not as much and exaggerated as idols would do, who usually do it for the sake of fanservice…

…and yet i don’t see this neck caressing action that jongin did as part of fanservice. why? 

they were not on the spot of attention, and where’s this? seems not on stage, like they were on break or something

and they were on backstage.

look at this, soo moved away cuz camera was filming them

why they need to perform a fanservice—the one kind that was quite intimate and def would make fans scream, when the fans weren’t even around

and btw i browsed kaisoo tag and i notice ya’ll thirsty for kaisoo moments and saying things “oh nuuuuu they ain’t close anymore”

calm yo titties, 2014 was a bad year for them; krishan’s lawsuits, fans went rampage bc baekyeon was announced as an official couple, busy preparing comeback + dealing with shits SM and fans put on them + concerts, filming reality show thingy out of countries, and also soo’s busy with his acting

i think it’s normal for them to put aside everything else and focusing on their jobs. years training to be debuted and then risk it just because you can’t hold your shits together? i dont think so.

but seriously, do people genuinely think that lately they aren’t close? like really? 

i mean how about that time when they played dick grabbing game, soo wanted to grab jongin’s but jongin backed away then he played with xing while jongin playing with suho
…or how soo glanced at jong for seconds after xing pecked him on the cheek
…or when they were attending award ceremony and jongdae the master of troll being the 3rd wheel, he was sitting in the middle of kaisoo and kaisoo just ignored him and just talked like they were in their own world
…or when jongin unnecessarily put his hand on soo’s thigh when he was sitting down (still at the same award ceremony)
…or when they were at MAMA award and whispering so god damn close 
…or when soo held jongin’s hand and didn’t want to let go but jongin let go anyway bc he needed to greet other people
…or that pepero commercial, why the fuck jongin pressed his fingers on kyungsoo’s lips when he was feeding kyungsoo and why the fuck he looked kyungsoo’s lips like that? he was giggling, whats so funny about kyungsoo eating pepero?
…or that one time kyungsoo embarrased himself *he was copying one piece: franky’s style* and then went toward jongin even tho yixing was closer and right next to him
…or that time when kaisoo just smiled to each other in a concert like nothing was funneeeh. soo was singin then jongin looked at soo (he was smiling, surprise surprise) and soo smiled back and they both smiling like idiot couple
…or when both of them went missing when the rest were taking photo (xiumin was sick at that time)
…or when they (again) whispering so god damn close but saw tao taking picture in front of them with someone so they were like “oh shit better not be caught by the camera” and then went to somewhere else (prob. to “free of tao’s selca” zone)

i do feel kaisoo 2014 moments are less than 2012/2013’s but i don’t feel they are drifting apart. still the same dorks in love for me, is it just me? (nah, i don’t think so)
anyway i will welcome every reactions and thoughts about my analysis. just.. dont. hurt. me. /grab a frying pan/

TL;DR : me analyzing jongin caressing kyungsoo’s neck.

Youtube Pop Vinyl FAQ

Why are there no females?! You sexist! 
Chill, asshole. I have females drawn up. They’re just not finished yet, hence why they’re not posted. Stop finding stupid ways to make every single thing about oppression.

Who have you drawn/going to draw?
Finished: Pewdiepie, Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, Tomska, Danisnotonfire, AmazingPhil and Arin, Dan & Ross of Game Grumps.

Not finished: Barry, Kevin, Suzy & Brian of Game Grumps, NSP, JennaMarbles, Jacksfilms, Matthias & Amanda Faye, CinnamonToastKen, JonTron, Onision, Shane Dawson, Tyler Oakley, Toxic Tears and It’s Black Friday.

Where’s *this Youtuber*?!
Either on my list, or not being drawn up without commission. I’m only drawing who I personally watch and like, so if someone is not there and you want them to be, pay me to draw them or go without. Don’t beg or I won’t make them at all.

What program do you use to draw them?

How long does it take you to draw one pop vinyl?
Sometimes a day, if they’re a plain person with plain clothing and I do literally nothing else all day, but mostly about a week. It takes time to find photo references of everyone’s clothing (especially things like shoes, coz I’m pedantic about detail and no-one ever posts photos of their shoes,so it’s frustrating.) Inkscape is a bitch of a program to use, since its original purpose is to draw simple lineart like clipart, so art techniques that would normally take 15 minutes to do on something like Photoshop, would probably take an hour or more on Inkscape. 
I also draw with a mouse rather than a graphic tablet, so that slows down drawing by a fair bit too.

 Thanks everyone for the support. I really did not expect this to go as far as it’s gone. :O

Just let me get one thing straight: Neither Jensen nor anyone else of the cast is obliged to do whatever pose you ask for. Neither Jensen nor anyone else of the cast owes you anything. And maybe, just maybe, before you start jumping to conclusions about actors because you’ve read some snippets of what might have happened during someone’s photo op, you should take a minute to think about it. Because this is nothing else but the perspective of a pissed fan who feels hated because someone didn’t dance to their pipe. But paying money does not entitle you to be disrespectful.

So to the people who think it’s rude if someone’s photo op ideas got rejected:

Fuck you. Who do you think you are to assume that you’re in the position to tell others what to do?! Who do you think you are to expect that this cast is there to please your fantasies?! To do your bidding?! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO TREAT THEM LIKE MONKEYS WHO HAVE TO JUMP WHEN YOU SAY “GO”?!!! 

This is fucking ridiculous and it’s spreading like wild fire. People start hating Jensen for having an opinion and the balls to voice it. But you know what? It’s always been like that. People getting hate because they stay true to themselves. But it’s fine. If you can’t deal with a person who doesn’t kiss the ground you walk on, then so be it. 

It’s always the most genuine people who have to deal with the most stupid haters.


Top 5: by Keen Malasarte

We’ve selected photographer, Keen Malasarte, to recap her top 5 photos she’s ever taken. More details on these shots below….

  1. Winter has always been my favorite season, and for me New York City becomes more alive and takes on a completely different form when its buildings and streets are covered with nothing but remnants of snowfall. 
  2. Waiting for the perfect shot is a common thing photographers do, but coming across this lovely encounter with a couple walking down SoHo on a cold winter morning, so candid and in love, made me remember why I adore taking photos in the first place.
  3. Food and Coffee are definitely best enjoyed with company.
  4. The Brooklyn Bridge is a walk I will always brave despite the rain. Spontaneously planning a trip across Brooklyn to Manhattan is the kind of luxury you don’t normally get if you lived anywhere else. The people you come across, the stories you hear, the stunning view you get to see, they’re the perfect combination.
  5. This shot was taken at an event hosted by a few close friends I’ve made through Instagram. One of the best things about the Instagram community, is seeing all the different creatives come together and share their passion for their craft. They inspire, motivate, and push you to be better. I never would have imagined getting into food photography had it not been for the opportunities given to me from this platform.

Follow Keen Malasarte on Instagram, here.


Two quick photos from tonight’s Benedict panel!

They wouldn’t let us take photos after the first five minutes so I don’t have many! :( Hopefully will get more tomorrow! :D

Such an awesome awesome day! Thanks to my girls for coming with me! It was THE BEST! :D

Please do not steal, edit or use these photos without permission! :)