okay i have no idea who this is so

Hey guys! How are you? Hope you are doing/have been okay. *hugs*
So I’m making this post just to apologize to my babies who requested me some edits! I’m sorry for not having them done yet… ‘cause I have been with a depression and with no motivation to do edits… And even when I do them I take too much time now (I wonder where are my inspirations and ideas went orz). I’m not how I used to be when I edited on the past few years (you can noticed on how my edits have been looking now, so simple and plain lol…) just have been feeling really down everyday and with no patience for anything. I’m getting worried by my depression and I’m afraid it gets any worse… So just wanted to let you know that I will still make the requests and bday gift edits for my cute friends :) *hugs* They just will be so damn late and I’m so sorry for that! Wish you all the best (specially luck for your exams at school) and thank you for being with me and for being such a sweethearts!! ily all!
PS: please dear anons, don’t come to my ask box and send me shitty messages ok? I feel really bad and sad already and don’t make me feel more stressed with stupid and mean asks… I won’t answer them! Respect it please!

anonymous asked:

Hello! I discovered your blog like a month ago and I absolutely love it!! I love that you always answer asks and never leave anyone out. I swear, your blog is the best place to fangirl over BTS! I freaking couldn't stop laughing at your Mean Girls parody! PS: Can I join the family? I could be the older sister who loves annoying her younger siblings and bosses them around! PPS: Is it okay for me to also have a name? I think you should name me cause I have literally no idea :P

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! YES YOU CAN FAGIRL HERE WHEN EVER YOUR HEART DESIRES!!! IT IS ALWAYS OPEN!! <3

AND OMG YES LET MAMA JEN TAKE CARE OF YOU AHAHAHA HMMM LET ME THINK

I WILL CALL YOU MY PRECIOUS BEAN AHAHAHA IF THAT IS OKAY 

WHO IS YOUR BIAS?

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Fields of Gold

 (I’m so bad with titles srry not srry) Soooo this is inspired by this lovely post: http://im-drunk-on-daydreams.tumblr.com/post/152227071057/okay-picture-this-kaz-and-inej-in-novyi-zem-a-few by @im-drunk-on-daydreams It’s just such an incredibly cute and pure idea i love it so much. This more or less the first fic I’ve posted on here so bear with me. Also, all characters belong to the amazing @lbardugo​ who has created such a fantastic world of people who simply will not let me go and are constantly on my mind. 


It was a perfect summer day, the kind neither of them could have imagined enjoying as they did now.

Inej had convinced Kaz to join her on the most recent voyage. It wasn’t his first time on the ship, accompanying her at sea, but it was the first time he had allowed himself to admit that he was going purely because he wanted to. In years past he had always kept up the illusion that traveling on the Wraith with her was for business purposes, or sometimes he simply hadn’t indulged in pondering reasons at all. This time though, it was clear that he was here because he wanted to be; to travel at her side, to visit Nina in Ravka, and most recently to visit with Wylan and Jesper in Novyi Zem, at they Fahey farm, where they had been spending the summer. That was where Kaz and Inej were at the moment. The bastard of the Barrel and his Suli saint had taken to the fields at the edge of the property, the grass rolling in soft waves with the lull of the wind. Kaz had abruptly plopped down on the ground, claiming he needed to “rest his bad leg.” Although Inej rolled her eyes, seeing straight through his bullshit, she allowed herself to fall down next to him. They spent a blissful eternity there in comfortable silence, enjoying the sun and each other’s company.  


Suddenly, Inej’s daze is broken as she feels a gentle tug at her hair.

“Kaz, what-” she shifts her gaze from the cloudless blue above them to the boy perched beside her, stumbling over what to say as she finds him intricately weaving flowers into her hair. The usual suit remains, but his sleeves are rolled messily up to his elbows, his gloves cast aside. They’ve been making the trek out to this corner of the farm for a few weeks now, and slowly but surely she has seen him relax into spending time here. The gloves, which he wears less than he used to, came off first. She can sometime catch him messing with loose strands of her hair or even playing with the soft blades of grass that surround them. Today’s behavior however, is new and it takes her by surprise. Her hair, which is gently hanging over her shoulders, released from its typical tight braid, is filled with small yellow and white flowers, the kind that grow in the field. She assumes they are some sort of wild daisies. Kaz must have been working on it for a while, given his progress, she decides. His graceful lock pick fingers have successfully laced them through most of her hair. Such substantial progress, she concludes, that he must have finally tugged on her hair intentionally so she would notice what he was doing. She can feel him watching her as she takes it all in and so she finally turns to meet his gaze. He sort of freezes when their eyes lock and she swears she can see a glint of the boy he used to be, as if he’s just been caught stealing sweets. The look is gone just as fast as it appeared and his eyes return to where his hands silently continue to work.

She shifts her focus back to the sky and is about to make a joke about him and flowers when she hears him say, “My family used to own a farm.”

She takes a sharp breath in surprise at his openness and then holds it, not wanting to breath or move or speak and shatter the moment.

“I think about it sometimes, more since we’ve been here. I didn’t think I’d ever want to go back, and we sold the property but…” he trails off, leaving her wondering until he continues, “It’s actually really nice here and I’m reminded of how nice it was there. It makes the idea of returning seem less horrible.”
She hums in response, still unsure of what to say. It’s been three years since he slowly started to try to take down some of his armor but he’s never talked about his life prior to Ketterdam before.


He drops his hands from her hair, satisfied with the job he’s done. She brings the palm of her hand to his cheek and gently laces her fingers through the hair just above his left ear. He’s grown his hair out a little on the sides, inspired by the discovery that she can run her fingers through the hair on the top of his head without making him flinch at skin contact. He’ll never admit it, but sitting and letting her play with his hair is one of his favorite things. It makes him want to smile even at times when the world may be crumbling down around them. Right now, he feels at peace, relatively speaking. They’ve discovered that warmth helps too, its radiation allowing her sun kissed skin to brush against his face. The heat of the sun on her skin doesn’t fully banish the waves that lap at his ankles, the memories that still haunt him, but it forces them to subside enough so that he can now lean into her touch rather than away.

It’s moments like this when he can’t believe that he’s made it this far from where he once was. The work is by no means done, a handshake on a cold winter’s day still sending him into a spiral. But sitting with Inej now he has not a single doubt in his mind that the work he’s put in, the work they’ve put into making progress, is worth every second of pain he’s endured. He also can’t quite believe she’s stuck around, returning after every trip to hunt down slavers, no matter how often he fears she’ll stay away this time. A part of him still screams to push her away, reminding him that this sense of vulnerability is dangerous. But what was once an overwhelming siren has seen slipping, slowly but surely, into a dissipating echo in the back of his mind.

They spend another hour or so lying in the field, side by side, talking and listening to each other before heading back. The sun begins to dip lower in the sky as they make their way, hands pressed gently together. He turns to her as she laughs. He’s thrown back to a vision of her perched on his window sill in the slat and then to her walking off towards her parents and the Wraith in the Ketterdam harbor. Her laugh is illuminating and all consuming, the golden glow of the sun that casts across the world right before dusk.

“That’s the laugh,” he repeats the words he murmured, which never found their way to her ears all those years ago. It wasn’t that far in the past, he reminds himself, though it feels like forever ago as she turns to him now, and smiles. Warmth spreads throughout his chest, his heart, his soul. Worth every second of pain, he confirms, worth every single second.

It’s another decade or so before he tells her as much.

So can we like…start normalizing the idea that not everyone dates or has their first boyfriend/girlfriend in junior high or high school?

There are plenty of people who go into college with little to no dating experience. There are tons of people who go into college having not had their first kiss yet. It’s not wrong; everyone experiences things at a different pace, and that’s okay. Don’t feel pressured into doing things you’re not comfortable with at the time just because you feel like you have to fill some sort of “quota.”

Okay, so Yuuri’s hobby is gaming.

Has there been art done of him playing video games? Is there an artist somewhere who also finds the idea of Yuuri gaming in baggy house clothes, thick socks, in the zone and ignoring a whining Viktor in the background cute as hell?

PLEASE I NEED THESE THINGS.

For some reason, I imagine Yuuri to be a console gamer? I think we have only seen him with his laptop, but still, I don’t know. Somehow I imagine him playing solitary games and RPGs. He probably tried MMORPGs, I guess. While I think Yuuri would get stressed out by the demands of real-time gaming - not to mention the weird-ass angry players… yeah, I’m looking at you Russians - it’s also fun to imagine him as that Asian kid with a strong af high-level mage trouncing everyone else. But maybe his one true online friend is Phichit, lol.

Plot twist: Yuri Plisetsky is an Angry Russian Gamer™ and probably encountered Yuuri at some point online without either of them knowing.

TBH the idea that all lesbians are mean bitter assholes who bully people for fun is horribly lesbophobic and it’s so fucked up that so many people on this damn website honestly think this.

On the other hand though, there’s this huge problem with white lesbians who are WAAAY to laid back and forgiving to other white lesbians who perpetuate racism. Often victimizing themselves or crying homophobia to avoid criticism.

TBH I’m not gonna lie, as a black lesbian I think white lesbians do have this problem with being so damn stuck up and haughty about their racist behaviors. It gets almost childish that there’s so many grown women on this site crying about being abused and bullied when all they need to do is say “I did something racist and I’m sorry”.

Every white lesbian that behaves like this (and Jesus it’s almost appalling how many of y'all are like this) do have this faux nihilistic persona and assume they can get away with everything as long as they joke about every valid criticism that comes their way.

So like I get these posts about how it’s lesbophobic to see lesbians as a whole as bitter, nasty bullies. But I’m so damn tired of white lesbians acting like it’s the same way when qwoc feel like they can’t trust them.

Lips (Drabble)

Summary: You and Bucky are kissing when you find his particular weakness.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 351

Based off of this prompt: “D-Don’t do that with your lips.”

Warnings: Making out, & kinda smutty? (just the buildup though)

A/N: So this drabble wouldn’t have been possible without my babe Gen, @bucky-plums-barnes, who gave me the idea for this drabble since I was stuck on what to do. She’s a smut queen™ (but you guys probably know that) & she came up with this idea in like .2 seconds when I told her the prompt because she’s talented & I LOVE HER OKAY. Anyway, this was fun to write, even if I’m terrible at smut. I just need practice, I guess. Hope you enjoy :)

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OKAY STORY TIME. So like y'all prolly know Sebastian is in the movie I’m Not Here, right? So the other day, the movie’s Twitter account tweeted and was like, “the person who tweets us a number between 1 and 1000 closest to the one we picked wins one of Sebastian’s suits from the movie.” So I was like “lol ok let’s tweet a number.” I fucking won it. They literally mailed me his suit and I have no idea what to do with it. I cannot believe this is my life rn. ANYWAYS that’s the the end of the story that’s all I got peace fam. (Also excuse my shitty pictures I took a pic of the suit outside bc the light was kinda nice) @jamesbuckybarnes @sweetheartbarnes @yikesevans @winterosldier

Okay, so I got this fic idea that I know I’m not able to write, so I’m going to throw it out for anyone who wants to use the idea.

So basically, a lot of times, with Nursey and Dex, when we imagine one of them visiting the other over the summer, it’s usually Nursey going to Dex, right?  It’s tough for Dex to go to NYC because of his job and family and yes, finances. But I’m thinking, what if, after they start dating, Dex gets the idea that it might be nice to surprise Nursey in NYC, so he starts saving with the intention being that if their relationship lasts until summer, he’s going to take some time and do it (he’s pretty sure the look on Nursey’s dumb face when he shows up unannounced alone will make the trip worthwhile).  And he has some ideas about what they might do, except that when he gets there, Nursey just excitedly starts rattling off the kinds of things and places that only New Yorkers would know about that he wants to take Dex to.  And who is Dex to say no to excited Nursey? And they have all sorts of cute moments around the city.

So, can y’all see my problem? I’m just a Michigan boy who’s never set foot in NYC, so I can’t possibly write this. But I really want a fic of it! Can I interest any NYC-area fic writers to do it for me? Please???

guys guys okay hear me out

amnesiac!lance with a twist

i have like this vague idea, so what if something happened and lance woke up with amnesia, except the thing is, he remembers everyone else, but not who he actually is. and like, yeah he remembers everyone else but not who they are to him. like hunk is the brilliant engineer + chef, pidge is the super scientist who disguised herself as a boy to hack into the garrison, shiro’s the guy from the kerberos mission who disappeared, keith is the best pilot of his garrison, and so forth, but he doesn’t remember who these people are to him. he doesn’t remember that hunk is his best friend, or that pidge is practically his little sister, or that shiro is his hero, or that keith is his,,,,rival,,,guy,,,person. and he doesn’t know who he is, like at all. he doesn’t remember where he came from, or his family, or anything like that. he doesn’t really recall how he was before the incident, so his personality changes drastically, and he also doesn’t remember being crazy insecure like he was, because he doesn’t even remember what made him so insecure. and just imagine him slowly regaining his memories, but kinda pretending he’s not, because when he starts remembering who he is, he starts remembering how miserable he was and all the bad things he thought about himself and all the times he’d ‘screwed up’ and all the times his teammates had brushed him off and said mean things to him. and his teammates are being so nice and patient and understanding with him now, but it’s only because they think he doesn’t remember anything and they don’t wanna freak him out/overwhelm him. so he pretends he doesn’t remember anything because he doesn’t want things to go back to the way they were and he doesn’t wanna feel useless again

i could probably expand on this if y'all wanted but anyway yeah you’re welcome

edit: expansions here and here

People don’t understand when I say I love all the BTS members, the idea of being ot7 biased is incomprehensible. I dont think the concept is easy to explain because kpop and boy bands in general are formed and centralized around the idea that you have to have a favorite member (the ignorant concept of ‘ideal types’ again)

but with bangtan its not like that, I feel genuine platonic love for each member and I have met alot of people who do too. Same goes for the ships, I like the 'no common ship’ theory of bts. The fact that you can create a full compilation of otp moments with any combination of names is a good proof of the love they feel for each and every member. So tbh, what’s more important than that?

Nygmobblepot what if

Okay, I’m hoping for some big battle against the Court of Owls at the end of the season that everyone gets involved in

And it’ll mean Eddie and Ozzie calling a temporary truce to their personal antagonism in order to survive the onslaught of Court assassins being sent after them (or whatever)

Then, during an ‘eye of the storm’ moment when they are hiding and unsure of their survival, they should take the time for a bit of emotional honesty. Which will be all serious and stuff - Eddie confessing he is glad Oswald survived and he is sorry he tried to kill him and Ozzie was right about them needing each other and stuff. And Ozzie would confess he still loves Ed and all that jazz

But MOST IMPORTANTLY it would include something like -

OSWALD [soft, genuine]: I’m sorry I killed Isabella.

EDWARD [instinctive, exasperated]: ISABELL-! Oh. Yes. That’s. Right, um, thank you…

Patience and Faith

prompt:  We’re roommates and I heard you crying in the shower when I came home, are you okay?
pairing: destiel
tags: roommates, hurt/comfort, angst, burgers cw
a/n:  part one,  wrote this during my writing livestreams. thanks to everyone who joined, you’re amazing <3

Shopping bags bounce against Dean’s legs as he runs up the stairs. He doesn’t work out as much as he used to, so the elevator might have been a better idea. Instead, he tries to look tough and take all five stairs without ending up like an asthmatic rhino. He takes a few deep breaths when he ends up in front of his door with a red, sweaty face. He fumbles with the keys for a while, cursing under his breath because they’re slippery between his fingers.
Still cursing a little, he enters the small hall which is just large enough to get in a coat rack. He puts down the bags so he can slip off his leather jacket and hang it next to Cas’ trenchcoat.

“Hey!” He calls, but there’s no response. Maybe Castiel is focused on his school work again, or found a book in the library that he didn’t already know. Dean brings in the shopping bags himself, muttering he would’ve preferred a little help. Once he is in the kitchen and leans against the counter, he hears the sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom. He can use a shower right now too, so he decides to take a shower once Cas is finished.

Humming some AC/DC song, he begins putting away the groceries. He bought ingredients for burgers, a little surprise for his roommate because he passed his English test. It was no surprise to Dean, but Castiel had been worrying the entire week. Dean forgave all his grumpiness days ago. But Cas apologised so many times yesterday that Dean wants to show him it’s fine that he was a bit absent-minded and pettish. To be fair, it’s actually kinda cute when he’s frowning and his hair is a mess because he keeps running his hands through it.

Castiel normally doesn’t shower so long. At first, Dean doesn’t pay attention to it, but once he puts away the last bottle of coke, it occurs to him that Cas has been in there for more than five minutes now, and he was already in there when Dean got home.
A little hesitant at first, Dean walks over to the bathroom and carefully knocks.

“Cas, buddy, you okay in there?”
No answer. Dean frowns and knocks again. He puts his ear against the door, but that doesn’t really work. Just as he’s about to knock again, he hears a sound that’s definitely not the shower. It’s a sob, soft and weak. But Dean is sure, even though he never heard Cas cry before.
Castiel is crying.

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Okay but how about this...

Minor spoilers for NO.6 

so i have this idea for a Klangst Fic right?

Have you ever seen that scene in number no6 where Nezumi gets shot but then before the guard can give the final blow. He gets shot by Shion who then walks up to him (who is now whispering spare me after he was about to kill Shions boyfriend like mate nah) like “how dare you how dare you do that to Rat” 

 *note Nezumi also goes by Rat

Nezumi is like Shion this isnt you what you doing boi and screams his name before shion shots him (hense where the “well fuck” meme from it comes from. (not my gif, im not sure where it comes from but here is the scene in a gif or you can watch the scene dubbed here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6NV4FuKEoU just skip to 1:19)

Okay now what if something like this happens where lance goes from the jokester, smiley guy to just something like what happens to Shion? He completely changes and it actually makes even his team mates shiver in fear from watching somebody like Lance change like that.

AOT OVA spoilers ?

I also thought of maybe if it was akin to when Levi during the Ova’s and he just goes bloodthirsty and then breaks down. but not to the extreme that Levi does just in terms of uncaring and brutality ( which you can watch here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YfIbZu_ufD4 )

What if something happens to Keith and he is no longer able to fight. Lance thinks Keith is dead and just goes loco coco on the Glara. He just see’s red and flips like a light switch. Maybe Keith was unconscious and wakes up to see Lance in this state and he just freezes because is that even lance? his lance? it cant be. lance would never. his could never be like that. 

what if the rest of the team hears it over the coms and think that lance is in trouble. what if when they see whats going on they also freeze.

what if nobody treats lance the same way ever again? 

Bloodthirsty from anger Lance is something i need ah

GOT7 Reaction to their s/o or bff getting into a fight

Request: Okay so short story: I got into an actual fight defending a friend of mine (that I have a crush on wow) and I have a bruise on my jaw now. How would got7 react to a friend/crush/So getting into a fight w/ someone? Alternative: bts or got7 reaction to a protective s/o?

I DO NOT OWN THESE GIFS, I GOT THEM OFF OF GOOGLE. 

CREDIT TO THE PEOPLE WHO MADE THEM

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hey FYI you’re not a bad person for being scared of getting better

if you’ve been dealing with something like depression for long enough, it will have taken over your entire personality; all of your thoughts, your opinions, your ideas, your choices, will in some way or another be influenced by it. It will get to the point where you don’t remember what kind of person you are without depression. And it’s okay to be scared by that. It’s okay to be nervous or scared to face the idea of having to figure out who you are all over again, without your mental illness defining you.

If you’ve been dealing with your mental illness for long enough, it’s natural that that’s how you define yourself, how you see yourself. So to be scared of overcoming that, and having to figure out who you are all over again, having to rediscover what it’s like to be without that mental illness, is completely normal! If you’re terrified of this, you are exactly where I was! I legitimately resisted treatments I knew would improve my mental health because I was so scared to have to define myself without it, and scared to one day be convinced I’d been making the whole thing up.

But! I eventually let myself recover. I let myself talk to a professional, I let myself go on meds that were recommended to me, after weeks of getting to know me and my issues. And my personality did come back. I don’t know how much of it is the person I was before, and the person I became, but I grew to have a whole new personality that I identify with, that I am comfortable with. I learned to be able to define myself outside of my mental illness, and it wasn’t nearly as difficult as I once imagined it to be. It happened naturally, in its own time, without me even realising it. I became myself again. I don’t know if it’s the person I was before my mental illness, or someone completely new, but it’s okay, because it feels like me. It feels normal and natural. However scared I was of recovering, I turned out okay.

And I don’t blame myself for being scared of recovering. I don’t blame anyone else who feels that way. It’s terrifying because you don’t know what’s going to happen, you don’t know who you’ll be or where you’ll end up, you don’t know if you’ll like the end result. It’s terrifying. But it’s worth it. Because believe me, when you begin to recover, whether you become your old self or someone new, you’ll be so grateful just to have that identity back. Any kind of identity that isn’t just which mental illnesses you suffer through.

Recovering can be terrifying, no matter what anyone says. But it’s worth it. Once you start to get better, you’ll realise it’s not nearly as scary as you first thought.

You’re allowed a normal life. You’re allowed to be happy. You’re allowed a personality outside of your mental illness.

this is literally one of the most obnoxious things of tumblr that has like, driven me away from using this website at all. the absolutely obnoxious idea that if a subject is upsetting to you, it’s not allowed to exist in fiction. like oh dang, i don’t like murder. so anything story/fanart/song/media involving murder? 

it’s now murder culture. supporting murder. actually the people who create it are totally going to go out and kill people, okay? i can’t dislike something without trying to create some moral panic so i’m in the right. because i can’t just dislike something, i have to be in the right about being morally outraged by it. 

like damn people can’t just go “oh yikes it’s not for me” and move on. no, they have to make sure it’s not right  for ANYONE to enjoy that piece of fiction. and they have to come up with some kind of justification why it means this person’s going to go out and do bad things. 

like in the same breath they call the whole argument about video games causing violence ridiculous. but if someone writes a fanfic with a subject they don’t like, it suddenly means they’re going to go out and do whatever the subject is. 

i mean honestly it’s just so alarmist and wild. this idea that if you enjoy something gross in fiction, you’re automatically going to go out and do the thing in real life.