okay i'm kind of in love with this one if i may say so myself

101 fluffy prompts
  • 001: "You're really soft."
  • 002: "You smell nice."
  • 003: "I'm here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses."
  • 004: "Is it possible to love too much?"
  • 005: "I don't wanna get up-- you're comfy."
  • 006: "I will always be there protect you."
  • 007: "I'm cold. Come closer."
  • 008: "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”
  • 009: "The stars look especially lovely tonight."
  • 010: "I've never seen such gorgeous eyes before."
  • 011: "May I have this dance?"
  • 012: "I can't stop thinking about you."
  • 013: "You'll never feel alone with me by your side."
  • 014: "Let's get to know each other over dinner."
  • 015: "All I want is you."
  • 016: "I could never leave you, I love you too much!"
  • 017: "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face."
  • 018: "I want to hear you sing."
  • 019: "I don't think anyone could ever be as lovely as you."
  • 020: "You look incredible in that."
  • 021: "He/She's quite stunning, isn't he/she?"
  • 022: "Sometimes I just can't control myself when around you."
  • 023: "Do you believe in love at first sight?"
  • 024: "I think I'm in love."
  • 025: "I’d like it if you stayed.
  • 026: "People are jerks, but not you."
  • 027: "I'll share the blankets with you."
  • 028: "I have never felt this way about anyone."
  • 029: "I want this to never end..."
  • 030: "Can I kiss you?"
  • 031: "I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks."
  • 032: "Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death."
  • 033: "Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?"
  • 034: "You can put your cold feet on me."
  • 035: "Your stray red item turned my whites pink."
  • 036: "A thunderstorm is rolling through town and you’re scared of lightening/thunder so I’ll protect you."
  • 037: "There was a power outage and now we have to have dinner by candlelight."
  • 038: "Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbors upstairs for being too loud."
  • 039: "I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on."
  • 040: "Our AC is out and it’s the middle of the summer."
  • 041: "You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar."
  • 042: "My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on"
  • 043: "We’re repainting the apartment and going to the hardware store together to pick out color swatches."
  • 045: "We’re watching Toy Story 3 and we can’t stop crying."
  • 046: "I caught the bouquet"
  • 047: "My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years failing to get over them."
  • 048: "We accidentally got married in Vegas oops"
  • 049: "I’m really drunk, please help me get safely out of the way so I don’t ruin our friend’s wedding."
  • 050: "I planned out this super romantic proposal and you just ruined it by beating me to whole proposing thing."
  • 051: "I wasn’t planning on asking you, but it appeared to me that life is short. Will you marry me? "
  • 052: "If you shove cake in my face this will be the worst wedding night of your life."
  • 053: "Do you take this man/woman to be your lawfully wedded husband/wife? "
  • 054: "May I have this dance, wife/husband? "
  • 055: "You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m so happy I can finally call you my wife/husband."
  • 056: "I jokingly told you that the only way I’d marry you was if you did this weird outlandish thing, and you actually did it, and I’m kind of charmed."
  • 057: "This is probably a bad time, but marry me?"
  • 058: "We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. "
  • 059: "Your ‘miracle hangover cure’ couldn’t possibly beat mine."
  • 060: "I know you haven’t had the best experience with dogs in the past but look at its face please please can we keep it?"
  • 061: "I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary, but everything that could go wrong, did go wrong."
  • 062: "I beat you at Mario Kart and now you're banishing me to the couch for the night?”
  • 063: "I surprised you with tickets to see our favorite band… WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SURPRISED ME WITH TICKETS TO SEE THEM TOO?"
  • 064: "I know we had a big fight but we still need to decorate the house for the holidays."
  • 065: "Oh! Hey! Could you come and taste this to see if it's okay?"
  • 066: "We’re arguing over book versus movie."
  • 067: "I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’"
  • 068: "We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years."
  • 069: "You had a business trip and I missed you so much that I kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety… sorry?"
  • 070: "We both have nowhere else to be so we get to spend our rare day off at home."
  • 071: "I bet it’s a girl/boy."
  • 072: "Do you think it’s possible that I…might be… pregnant? "
  • 073: "I thought I was pregnant but the test must have been wrong. I’m not. "
  • 074: "You’re lucky I’m pregnant!"
  • 075: "Can you help me up, your child is pretty heavy."
  • 076: "I could really use a foot rub right now."
  • 077: "Your dad is really excited to meet you soon, it’s driving me crazy."
  • 078: "Do you wanna know the sex of the baby?"
  • 079: "The baby’s kicks are keeping me up at night."
  • 080: "Did you feel that?"
  • 081: "I can’t fit into my favorite dress anymore. "
  • 083: "I can’t be pregnant… or….OH MY GOD! "
  • 084: "I think you might be pregnant.”
  • 085: "It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear."
  • 086: "I knew it was a mistake to get the twins matching clothes."
  • 087: "Sh…they’re asleep."
  • 088: "I think someone had a little accident with the finger paint."
  • 089: "Mondays are your diaper days."
  • 090: "Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort, not me."
  • 091: "Ooh…someone’s got a tummy ache."
  • 092: "Are you sure you don’t want me to drop them off myself? I don’t think you could handle seeing them off alone."
  • 093: "I told you we should have just gotten that German Shepherd puppy."
  • 094: "What do you think for their punishment? Grounding? No video games? No going out for a week?"
  • 095: "Mm…your kid before five in the morning."
  • 096: "Come on now, I think you’re being too harsh. He/she’s just a kid. Remember all of the stupid things we used to do when we were their age?"
  • 097: "So, how should we break the news that they’re going to have a new baby brother or sister?"
  • 098: "I think we should have another."
  • 099: "Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?"
  • 100: "Okay fine, one more story, but then you really have to go to bed."
  • 101: "…They just grow up so fast."

i think there’s one important fact people need to know about the jinki situation

whatever jinki did, it was enough to warrant a police report and the victim to try and press charges. we don’t know what happened, but it was serious enough that charges were pressed and the police conducted an investigation into the matter. it’s also important to note that neither sm or jinki have denied it happened– they just aren’t saying what happened exactly, only saying that it wasn’t intentional. whether or not you want to try and process that is up to you.

no matter what the outcome is, jinki still did something to make that girl uncomfortable enough that she initially pressed charges. if she really decided on her own to drop the charges, then i’m really happy that they managed to sort the issue out between them. however, he still fucked up, and that’s not okay. if he gets like this when he drinks, he shouldn’t be drinking anymore. period. the best case outcome for this, if it really is like sm says, is that jinki takes this as a cold lesson on his behavior and how to better control himself if alcohol does these kinds of things to him.

on top of that, i just hope that girl is okay. i’m wishing her the absolute best, and i hope she’s doing alright. please don’t defend him– we may not know what he did, but he did enough that she felt she was justified in filing charges against him, and that’s just not okay.

if you really love jinki as a fan and you are going to continue to support him, support him not drinking anymore and never doing this type of thing again. ever. and don’t defend him or victim blame. these are the kinds of things that prevent victims from speaking out. if you’re a real fan, you’ll know not to excuse him. thank you.

we may be hollow, but we’re brave

Summary: Even had insisted they spend the night before their wedding apart, because he’s dramatic as fuck, but he ends up calling Isak anyway. Isak doesn’t even try to hide how endeared he is.

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Isak groans as he adjusts the pillow under his head for the thirtieth time that night. It’s the first time in weeks he’s had to fall asleep without Even, and it’s fucking with him bad. Once upon a time, he thought he’d outgrow this urgent need to have Even next to him, touching him, just being with him always. But after a year together, he feels the exact same desperate ache for Even as he had when they first met—when real love, the kind that comes naturally with Even, still felt like a fleeting fantasy. He’s more or less accepted that forever is in his grasp now, but being without him when Isak could so easily drive over to Even’s parents’ place and crawl into his bed, still feels like the worst kind of self-inflicted torture.

He’d whined to Jonas about it for a good two hours earlier, until Jonas had threatened to hand over best man duties to Magnus instead. Isak had been scared enough to shut the fuck up, but not he’d just pouted silently instead. “I can’t wait until Even marries you, this whole engagement has brought out the clingiest, sappiest parts of both of you,” Jonas had complained.

“Do you really think that it’ll get better after we get married?”

Jonas considered this for a moment, before burying his head in his hands. “Fuck, it’ll be even worse.”

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Chapter 136

People. People, this chapter was so good!

I can’t really explain why I feel this way. Perhaps there are people out there who will say “But there didn’t happen much in this chapter!” and I will absolutely agree with them. And disagree right in the same breath. Because while we haven’t even switched places or perspectives much, while there hasn’t been a fight or a sudden revelation in this chapter – there was so much in there.

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mnemnems  asked:

All your Homecoming talk has been great to see. And I even went to see it to see all the hype myself, it was all true. But its made my day to see Voltron family posts again! Is there a resolution to the Samantha situation? Them breaking up and/or Lance and Keith reconciling? What was Shiro's opinion of Samantha and I'm assuming his talk with Keith later that night?

artbymaryc said: Ok but nooo u CANNOT leave us hanging like that - Lance smartens up somehow and Dads cool down and amends are made even uf ut takes a little time yeS? YeS?!

captaincara said: Okay i just caught up with your Voltron Family AU! And I wanted to know if there is a ending to Lances falling out with Keith over his not-so-great girlfriend? Will Lance end up with anyone and if so who? Overall i love your au and would LOVE to see a conclusion to this conflict

sednamode said: I was reading through your family au (it’s perfect) and I was wondering if you’ve written a sequel to the whole “horrible girlfriend samantha” thing? (post/163656056618) and if not could you write it? I wonder what finally makes Lance realize she’s abusive and how he gets out of it and how the family react/help him

[The Voltron Family] Lance and his horrible girlfriend Part 2 (Part 1)

It was awful. The dinner with his family was so damn awful. He couldn’t stop replaying how angry his Dad was on why he was with Samantha. She may not be the usual good girl anyone would go for but—

“God, your family is so full of shit,” Samantha said as she took off her shoes. Lance was staying with her in her apartment for a while after that family spat.

“Excuse me?” Lance raised an eyebrow.

“You heard me, babe,” she pointed at him. “They seem so pretentious, save for your other Dad with the white fringe, he’s pretty hot in a very adult way, not gonna lie. The other one is just so hotheaded. What is his problem? But whatever, I don’t like him. Makes me wonder why your other dad even married him in the first place,” she paused to scoff and added, “because I know I never will go for someone like him, he could definitely do better. Maybe he drugged him or something? Wouldn’t be surprised, to be honest. Or he’s the only one who caters to his—”

“Samantha, shut up!” Lance growled. 

Her eyes widened in shock then proceeded to glare. “Excuse me? Did you just raise your voice at me?”

Red was everywhere in Lance’s eyes. He clenched his fists, trying to restrain himself from punching something. “If there’s one thing I hate the most than people judging my family and how we live, it’s when someone thinks my Daddy Keith is not worthy enough—”

“Ugh,” Samantha rolled her eyes. “You really need to stop saying ‘Daddy,’ Lance. You’re like 25, it’s kind of weird.”

That hit the final nerve. None of his siblings really got rid of the term for their dads since they grew up that way and nothing was going to change that. It took him every ounce of energy not to do something he’d later on regret.

“That’s it, it’s not working out,” Lance took a deep breath. “I’ve tried so hard to make this work but all you do is treat me like I’m your personal maid. I’m tired, Sam. I’m so so tired and maybe Daddy Keith was right. This isn’t how you treat someone you’re supposed to be in love with.” He looked at his girlfriend straight in the eye and said, “You may not like him but at least I know that he loves my Daddy Shiro. I’ve seen how they act, and honestly, Samantha, I wish you could see them, how perfect they are for each other and maybe you could learn a thing or two about not making someone feel like shit. I’m breaking up with you.”

Samantha just stared at him, not knowing what to say. He turned around to grab his jacket when Samantha said, “Well, I never loved you anyway.”

Lance stopped in his tracks and turned around, “You know what? It’s kinda sad because I knew that right from the start.”

It was almost midnight and Lance was walking on the sidewalk, crying his dumb heart out. He didn’t care if someone saw him, he didn’t care if someone mugged him, he didn’t care about anything at all.

He placed his hands in his pockets because it started to get chilly. Then he felt his phone inside. He took it out and instantly dialed a number.

“Daddy Keith? Can you please pick me up?” He sobbed.

Lance was sitting on a bench by the park when he saw a familiar black car. It stopped right in front of him and Daddy Keith came out from the passenger seat and he could see Daddy Shiro in the driver’s seat. His Dad approached him on the bench and Lance didn’t have the energy to stand up. He looked up at him and more tears fell, he felt arms pulling his head towards his Dad’s stomach.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he choked up in between his sobs.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.”

“I wanna go home,” he wrapped his arms around his Dad not caring if he soaked his shirt with his tears.

When he opened the door to the backseat, he was surprised to see Hunk and Pidge. Before he could do anything, Hunk pulled him up and suddenly he was squished in between their siblings hug and he couldn’t help but melt. Only his family could love him this much despite everything, and dammit did he love them right back. Daddy Shiro looked back and smiled at him.

Pandora Hearts vs. Vanitas no Carte

Aka. long-ass rant about VNC and PH accompanied by the total amount of zero (0) screencaps from the canon material, also featuring my poor grammar skills (for which I’m endlessly sorry) and the bits and scraps of knowledge on fiction / art I happen to posses.

Okay. First of all, I made this post solely so that I can babble about VNC in comparison to Pandora Hearts, because that’s what they taught me in high school – if you have one author and the said author has at least two works, then not talking about both of those works at once is just a waste of a perfectly good opportunity to fill up your essay with a lot of meta with the minimal effort. And I just can’t walk past a chance like that without a second glance. Not that this rant would lead anywhere (I also don’t have any cool theories to share, which is honestly pitiful and keeps me up at night), but still. Here I go and, by the way, I’m taking spoilers with me.

Quick TL;DR before we start: Jun Mochizuki’s progress as a storyteller is just insane and she should be prayed for in the dark times of art / writer’s block.

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Superstore ramble

I guess the best word to describe the last episode of Superstore for me is - bittersweet. 

I loved it, i honestly loved it. I think it was amazing season finale, gracefully walking the line between fun and serious.

A few comments before I’ll turn into my Amy x Jonah ramble:

1. I just want to say that I really love Glenn. When I started this show he was annoying the hell out of me, but with time he found a way into my heart. And I just can’t help to find it really endearing how much he cares about his employees. Bless his kind soul.

2. Garret wants Dina to care about him! And Dina actually listens to him, which I find quite surprising, since Dina don’t listen to anybody. I don’t know if I ship them romantically yet, but damn I dig their relationship.

3. Sandra helping everyone to hide and closing the doors right in front of that bitch’s face! Good for you, Sandra!

4. I lost it at the scene where “The Final Countdown” was playing while tornado was hitting and dude with razors. Superstore customers wee at their best this episode.

5. Don’t even tell me that Brett is dead, find him show! Don’t joke like that.

Now let’s talk about Amy and Jonah, kids. Because damn this episode was so good for us.

Okay so first of all Garrets face when Jonah was telling him about all that wedding incident is so me. I also had that stupid smug grin on my face, when Jonah was trying to explain himself. And when he was trying to make ‘sexy’ work as casual word. Ahhh, classic Jonah, what a cute idiot.

But of course it was not what made me go all ADVNSJVDFLBJDGLKBJ during this episode and it was not even the kiss (even tho i was internall screaming during it). What I loved the most in this episode was that little shift in Amy and Jonah relationship, that was shown to us. Let me explain myself here.

From the very beginning we were shown that Jonah cares about Amy, he wants her happy, he suports and respects her. And I’m sure Amy’s aware of this too. Now she even knows for sure there is an element of attraction in all that (lmao how did you missed all that heart eyes he was sending your way all the time, amy?). But before this episode we always saw Jonah being there for her when, theoretically, she could handle situation by herself. He was her support (very welcome, but not not necessarily needed), but he was never the a crutch to lean on. Not untill now. 

Correct me if I’m wrong, guys, but this was the first time when we saw Amy reaching for Jonah both physically (taking his hand,when she’s afraid; kissing him) and emotinally. Maybe the emotional part wasn’t so prominent, but I read all this “We’re gonna die here”, “- So I’ll just keep talking? - Okay”, “You suck at being comforting” as “ Reassure me”, “Please talk, this will calm me”,  “No, you’re doing it wrong, do it the right way”. Amy was losing it, Amy was affraid and she needed someone to be there for her, to keep her sane. She needed someone who could at least pretend that they are calm and make her believe that everything gonna be okay.

And here comes the scene, that ended me

They way he said that, the way his voice sounded at that moment. So confident, so calm, so promising, so intimate, so… dare I say… sexy. (Ben Feldman what are you doing to me?) I think Amy actually believed him her. YOU GUYS, I THINK HERE IN THIS MOMENT WAS THE FIRST TIME WHEN AMY SAW JONAH NOT AS ‘COLLEGE BOY’ BUT AS A  MAN. She finally saw a partner in him and trust me, she won’t be able to unsee it now. THAT was the shift I was talking about. 

As gentle and silly and cute he is most of the time, now Amy also sees Jonah as someone who can protect her if she needed that, if she ask for that. He pulled her to his chest to hug and hide from tornado, just saying! And I think this is one of the reasons she kissed him. She finally snaped, she finally solved her Jonah - puzzle. Now she sees the whole picture and what she’s looking at is exactly what she needs and what she wants.

But they will take their time, getting there, right?

Because, even tho Amy was sure her marriage is over during last episode, we know it’s not exactly tru. Not yet. This kind of things don’t end so quickly. In this episode we saw that she and Adam still care for each other. They do, and it’s perfectly fine. I think they’ll always care for each other in some way, that kind of bond don’t just disappear, espesially when you have a child together. So I can easily see Amy and Adam giving their relationship one more chance in s3. For the sake of their family, for the sake of Emma. 

But now it would me even harder for Amy. Because it may have been okay to live in a marriage without love before, but it would be so much worse to do it, while falling for someone else.

And Jonah. Oh my poor Jonah. He now has his heart officially broken. because just for a second he held everything he wanted in his arms and that he had it swept right back away. But hang on there, buddy. She’ll come around.

                                            “I’ll come around
                                    If you ever want to be in love
                           I’m not waiting, but I’m willing if you call me up
                                 If you ever want to be in love
                                           I’ll come around”

                                                                                   - Jonah Simms, probably

anonymous asked:

Completely agree. I don't understand the major praise. At one point he says they were listening to Louis' album songs and they were modest and fit his 'underdog' status. (Or something along those lines). How is that in any way a good way to market him? And the headlines about him being the worst in 1D? I'm not so mad at Louis' direct quotes but more the way they've organized the article with their headlines. Also the unnecessary updates on his smoking habit throughout? Odd thing to focus on.

I’ve been discussing/debating my take on this article this at length with @vocabularryonthemind on and off for the past 32 hours or so…because when we discuss we DISCUSS

I will be completely honest with you. I read the article, fell asleep, woke up at 4:22 in the morning, kept thinking about it, and then wrote this post about it circa 4:58. 

There was something about the article that just didn’t sit well with me. And then I started to think about how random it was that they were using The Guardian, and realised that the only other article I could remember about One Direction from that newspaper was one that was equally odd to me. As it turns out…they were both written by the same person


And it isn’t that I dislike Tom Lamont’s writing style, it’s just that it’s very focused on Tom Lamont’s experience with whoever he’s interviewing, much more so with the One Direction interview as opposed to the Louis interview, but when it came to his personal view on the situation for the most part I was like

Which I realise is ironic as I sit here and write about what I think about it, but this is literally me giving my opinion on someone else’s opinion. The difference between us is that he’s paid for his opinion. I imagine a conversation with Tom and myself would be like 

Now, given the reaction to the article, it is very hard for me to criticise this marketing tactic, given that the reaction from the general public/non-fandom audience has been overwhelmingly positive. 

I have absolutely no issue with what Louis said in this article, I agree that it is a refreshingly honest and relatively narrative-free piece, with mentions of girlfriends and fatherhood being largely in the footnotes. However, I find it incredibly hard to believe that Louis has been put in a dire situation in terms of his place in the music industry. To insinuate that his place in this situation is to merely sit around waiting for One Direction to get back together is almost insulting. 

Even if we were to say, okay Louis is 5/5 out of the members of One Direction, he’s still the 5th ranked member of ONE DIRECTION. Which is a hell of a lot more than almost 100% of the world has to say for themselves. Not to mention the member credited with the most songwriting credits. 

I did love the parts of the interview that came across as genuinely Louis, but anyone can do a basic Wikipedia search to then add to his dialogue something along the lines about, “Tomlinson may be the most under-appreciated member of One Direction but he is by no means the laziest…credited with writing 38 of the songs from their five albums, and the second member to have a number one single on his first solo venture…blah blah blah.” It didn’t have to paint this, “Well…let’s see what’s going to happen, best of luck to this kid…” image of him. There is no way that I am going to believe that as 1/5 of One Direction any of them are at any kind of disadvantage here unless Simon Cowell is out to personally victimise them. And if there’s anyone that doesn’t need to pull big names into the studio to write with them, it’s Louis. Louis is a big name that other people pull into the studio to write with them. And that’s why I’m super annoyed by this narrative. 

I don’t give a baker’s fuck if Louis is chain smoking. If someone spent a day with me they’d probably be like, “She was drinking wine at 11:45 am…” so I’m hardly one to harp on people about vices. 

I think the chain smoking and details like that definitely humanised him. Anyone who’s seen any pap pictures of him knows he smokes, so I don’t mind the bits of detail that knocked Louis off of a boyband pedestal. I mind the implication that he’s somehow being painted as someone who has the odds against them when Louis should have nothing but support and reassurance as he’s about to do something that is hard as fuck. He has an immense fanbase telling him that he’s good enough, we don’t need some random journo who’s met him twice telling the world, “Well….we’ll see.” 

And that’s how I see it. 

thatoneyoulove  asked:

Idk where you want requests... Sorry, here goes: I thought you were my best friend so I jumped on you, but it turns out your just a really famous singer trying to get some shopping done without being noticed. Sorry? Or I'm a cop and you hate it, cause you're always worrying about me, but I love that I get to help people, and we try to work it out. Fluffy and worrying. Idk, those were bad, I'm sorry! But love your writing!!! And thank you, sorry if this is the wrong place.

A/N Thank you so much for your requests!! They are both awesome! This is exactly where they should be sent. I decided to go with the first one but may revisit the other at a later date because it seems pretty cool. Thank you for reading my stuff, I hope you enjoy this!


Thirty minutes late. I sighed, pulling out my phone and verifying the time. I should be used to this by now but it was still frustrating. It sucked to be always on time, to stress about punctuality, and then get rewarded for my promptness by waiting for everyone else to arrive. My best friend, Oliver, was the worst offender. Knowing him he’d found some hot guy on his way into the store and was currently chatting up his latest conquest, oblivious to the fact that I was haunting the home goods store, circling the aisles in a random pattern and avoiding the workers.

“Where are you?” I texted him, considering 30 minutes enough time waiting to not be considered a nag. And really, to be fair (to me), it was 45 minutes. Like the neurotic freak I am, I had arrived 15 minutes early. The sales people in the store probably thought I was nuts.

I did another circle of the lighting department, staring at the ornate lamps on display and fingering the delicate tassels on the shades. There was a blue Victorian inspired one I was especially fond of. I was ogling the intricate embroidery on it when I finally spotted him. His back was to me but I recognized his slim build with surprisingly broad shoulders. His dark hair was covered by a baseball cap.

Sneaking up behind him, I put my hands on his shoulders and jumped on his back. “Finally!” I said, “I’ve been waiting for you for ages.”

“What the fuck?” I instantly went stiff, sliding down his back and stepping away, my eyes growing wide. Fuck! Oliver didn’t have an Irish accent.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorr…” I started to apologize, absolutely mortified. The words died on my lips as my poor accosted stranger turned and I was confronted by the bluest eyes I have ever seen. His forehead was creased as he looked at me, obviously annoyed by my assault. He was fidgeting irritably with a phone and water bottle in his hands, shifting them from one to the other as he took a deep breath.

“Look, I woulda taken a picture with ya. You didn’t need to jump on me.”

“I’m sorry?” I asked, confused. A picture?

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anonymous asked:

Hello, lovely Cookie~ Since you're brazilian, I'd like to know if you have a Brazil OC? (Mds, your art style is so gorgeous!!! I'm in love with it!)

(adm: Hello there, friend!! Thank you so much for your compliment!! 

Okay, so, I don’t really have a Brazil OC, no. But I felt like I should do one just so I can rant lmao

Brazil OCs are often depicted as happy-go-lucky, “sunshine” characters that are always partying, featuring stereotypical carnival, football and women as his/her main characteristics. Brazil is also known as being very friendly, affectionate and caring. While these personality traits may be true to a portion of the population, that is definitely not how I picture Brazil to be.

My [our, because I know you’re brazillian too, anon friend xD] country is extremely corrupt. We barely have any jobs, and our minimum wage is absoltely ridiculous. The average citizen is assaulted in all kinds of ways: by paying taxes that go directly to our corrupt politicians’ bank accounts, by theives who will not hesitate to take your life to steal your mobile, by paying absurd prices for healthcare, transportation, food and just everything in general because this country is a god damn disaster.

I can’t go outside without fearing death. I can’t go outside without seeing homeless people sleeping on the ground, having them and their children beg you for money and food. I can’t go outside without feeling bad because I have a little more than beggars do, but still can’t afford to spare a single penny since I barely have money for myself. I can’t trust who should be trusted. The people who are in position to save our country not only aren’t trustworthy, but are involved in countless scandals.

I constantly say I hate my country, but I’m going to need to correct myself about that: I hate the people that run this country, and I hate the people who instigate violence, ruining our country even more every single day. 

My wish is to get me and my family out of here, make enough money in a country where I can live and give my family a life with dignity, and invest in saving who I care and if possible, this entire country. I want to someday do something for people who need help. It kills me that until there’s hope to make this possible, I can’t do anything but sit down and watch our country decay.

I do not see Brazil as festive. I see Brazil struggling not to die. That’s the Brazil we live in.)

salty-strawberries  asked:

Hello! I'm a new artist here and I saw your art and absolutely fell in love! your art style is so calming and idk it just makes me happy. also, do you have any tips on how to run an art account? i'm still pretty new to all this. thanks, and have a good day~ :)

Oh my gosh, hello! That’s such a kind thing to say, thank you so much, you’re so sweet! 

That’s so awesome you decided to make an art blog! Welcome, friend! As for running an art account, I kind of have a few bits of advice! I ultimately believe it’s how you want to experience and run your own blog, and there’s no ‘correct’ way to run an art blog, but I can still offer some info based on my own experiences! (Other people may have different ones!) These are mostly from my experience running a fanart blog and it might be different with original art or other types of art?

1. Watermark or sign your work! You already do that so you’re ahead of me, and I know this is so obvious but it took me about a year and a half on this blog to realize the importance of it! From reposting, to lessening likelihood of art theft, it is a small thing that shouldn’t be overlooked. I initially never did it because I didn’t believe my work was worth watermarking, but I learned that doesn’t matter, if it’s yours, your name should be on it!

2. Have a tagging/organizing system! This is fairly self-explanatory, but it’s helpful to me (especially if you post a lot of stuff that isn’t your art) to have a tag just for your artwork? And tagging by fandom/content can be extra helpful too, because it appears in the main tag and more people are likely to see your work. And then one for asks/replies - sometimes if you get repeated/similar questions you can find things a lot easier!

3. Art-only blogs: I notice two main types of art blogs - those who only post their art on them, and others who reblog other things but also post their art - often they have an art-only blog as well, where they reblog from their original post. There’s no better way to do this, but observing just from other people, those that also reblog other peoples’ things tend to be more active/gain followers or people meeting them more quickly? But then their art blog is there for people who just want to follow for the content they create. 
Mine is a my-art-only blog for the most part, initially it served as an archive of sorts, but started to grow a bit! It’s a more comfortable choice for me, so there’s no right or wrong way to do this!

4. Interaction: Try talking to other artists - its a lot easier meeting in fandom spaces because you already have some things in common to talk about! But even before, when I was in the Sherlock fandom, I met a lot of watercolor artists (I did only watercolors back then). It’s really nice to have some art friends because you can cry over each others art and motivate and advise one another. I found a lot of motivation and encouragement from my art friends drove me to continue where I would usually just stop making art by now. 

5. Try not to compare yourself to others: Online especially, it is almost inevitable you will end up doing this at some point, and while its fine to use comparison as motivation to continue/inspiration, doing it obsessively can do more harm than good. I read tags on my work sometimes where people say things along the lines of “I won’t ever be as good as this” or “throwing my art away/burning it etc right now” and it makes me sad because everyone is learning at their own pace, and I don’t believe works have more value over another. This is something I’m really ‘passionate’ about because I fall into this trap way too much and have to talk myself out of it (again, having art friends help a lot too). 

6. Having an art blog should be a good experience! It’s a wonderful thing to have, to every artist out there, they are sharing a part of themselves and stuff they worked hard on, and that’s such an amazing thing! It’s brave for you to put your stuff out there! But also yourself and your wellbeing come first, and I know some people can get into negative spins or a lot of stress over their work. I see this in artists who are starting out, as well as those who have had blogs for years. Know it’s always okay to take breaks/hiatuses and whatever you need, it’s okay to ask for help and advice, you have to do what is best for you.

I feel like this is getting long, but it was really interesting to talk about! I’m still growing and learning as an art blog! In short, it’s ultimately about what you are comfortable showing/doing, and running an art blog should be a good experience. Your work is so beautiful by the way! You have a great eye for color! It’s so awesome you have started an art blog, and I hope you will continue to share your work, I look forward to seeing more of it!

anonymous asked:

How would Suga, Oikawa, Bokuto, and Kuroo react to an S/O who uses morbid/self-depricating humour? But like its just their sense of humour? Like they don't actually want to die or think they're that bad at everything, it's just what they joke about? (i.e. "at least if I die I don't have to do exams lol" "lol cause we all know I'm an incapable mess haha" y'know that sorta stuff)

Okay, so I decided not to put in anymore examples of these kinds of jokes other than the ones that you’ve provided, Anon, I only focused on the boy’s reaction to them. Mainly because I know how this kind of joking can get out of hand really fast and the last thing I want is for people to think that these types of comments should always be taken as jokes - they shouldn’t, get to know the person that is saying them.

I hope that makes sense? I primarily don’t want anyone to think that I take comments like these lightly - I don’t and my anxiety won’t let me when I hear others use words like this, but I do find myself saying similar things, especially when it comes to my schoolwork or my workplace in general.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy, Anon.

P.s. Please remember to always let me know if I have done anything to offend anyone. It’s the last thing I want to do and am always willing to change it. As someone who is striving to write for my career, I take these things that you guys send me and try to challenge myself to shove my mind into that characters thought process, even in touchy situations. There are certain topics that I am not ready to breach yet - which is why you’ve seen me deny some requests - but I know that there may be a day in my career when I might have to. Until then, I’ll do my best to represent everything as accurately as my knowledge will allow. So, really, never feel bad to let me know when things did not add up well. It just means that I need more time to research as a writer and that I am not prepared to tackle a certain/controversial topic. Sorry, I’m always worried about things I post.

Sugawara Koushi

  • Legit, I feel like he kinda has this sort of humor as well. Like, he makes these kind of comments to Daichi and Asahi all the time (Asahi usually freaks out) and so when they start using them as well, he completely understands. He’d just nod his head and play up the talk with them.
    • But I feel like this is also something he had to check on when he discovered that it was their main source of jokes. Occasionally, he got it, then when it just kept coming, he felt the need to pull them aside and ask them seriously. He just wants to make sure. He loves them and doesn’t seriously want anything bad happening to them.
    • I’m sure he stills checks in every now and then - even with being reassured all the time. It’s just one of those things that’s always edging at the back of his mind and he needs to be told that they love themselves.

Oikawa Tooru

  • Would have idea how to respond the first time one of those lines comes out of their mouth. They’re probably sitting there having a good time and then next thing you know his face completely crumbles and he stares at them with those large brown doe eyes. But he wouldn’t know what to say cause they said it so nonchalantly and yet it’s not something you just say nonchalantly??
  • He’d totally let it go the first time and when it popped up the next time, he’d just give them this look and get all serious. He’d need them to tell him that they didn’t feel that way about themselves and that they believed themselves to be a wonderful person!
    • I feel like Oikawa’s dealt with self-hate before, so this is something he takes very seriously when he hears it from them. He might even have a really hard time with their humor for quite a while even with the constant reassurances that it’s not what they really believe about themselves.

Bokuto Koutarou

  • His instant response would be to start listing everything about them that was beautiful and magnificent. It doesn’t matter that they’re joking, they mean everything to him and he won’t sit back and let them talk bad about themselves in any way, shape, or form.
    • Seriously, I think the first time they say something like that he’d be so close to tears, he wouldn’t know what to do. Those are the last kind of words that he wants coming from them because they are so beautiful. Precious boy might end up weeping with relief when they tell him they don’t really mean it.
  • It would be a constant thing of reassurance every time they make a joke like that. He’d turn to them with panic in his eyes every time and they’d have to quickly reply with ‘joking’ lest they want him to start getting all emotional over all the reasons he loved them again.

Kuroo Tetsurou

  • He’d laugh the first time a joke like that came from their lips, just like, yup I’ve felt that way before kind of reaction. But when it happened again he might even call them out right there about easing up on the self-abuse. He’d definitely watch them carefully from there, seeing how they hold themselves and comparing their words with their actions.
    • He’ll notice the way that they don’t really line up? Like, they hold themselves too confidently to really feel the way their speaking, kinda thing? But he’d of course question them just to be certain.
  • The joking would continue and he’d always keep an eye on them and when they’re having a bad day, he won’t let them even say things like that. There’s no reason to be saying those thing - even as joke - when their already feeling bad. He loves them and cares very deeply about their mental health and will be there to protect them even when they don’t think they need it.

@lonelywalkingpotato asked:  Yay! Could you do a HC on how RFA+V+Saeran react to genius fem!MC? Not Saeyoung kind of “707” genius, but has literally created new mathematical formulas, one of the fundamental contributors on the subject of quantum physics, etc. Genius female leads are MY guilty pleasure because WHY DO EVERY OTOME GAME HAS A DENSE MC WITH A HAREM. WHAT. (Also, thank you for the offer on messages, I might take that up if you don’t mind sometime later c:)

RFA + V & Saeran reaction to an MC who is a scientific genius!

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The Magicians, Quentin and Eliot - also, Quentin X Everybody

Word count: 3.1k

Summary: Quentin accidentally casts a love spell over the whole of Brakebills University. My submission for the Welters Challenge.

Sidenote : am very drunk so sorry for any typos or fuck ups


Quentin sits down on the couch and stares at him with wide eyes, until Eliot sighs and looks up at him. “What, Quentin? I’m busy.”

Quentin makes a face because that’s clearly not quite true but shakes his head because this is more important and Eliots the only one who hasn’t lost his god damned mind. “I think everyone’s gone insane,” he nods erratically as if it emphasize the statement.

Eliot sighs again, leaning back on the couch with a roll of his eyes and a wave of his arm in a go on motion, “And how have they gone insane?”

“Well,” Quentin kicks his lips, “Penny pushed me up against a tree this morning -,”

“Sounds pretty par for course, Q.”

“– and kissed me.”

Eliot blinks three times in quick succession before nodding slowly. “Okay. So maybe he’s trying to figure out if his hatred is really fueled by something deeper. Nothing too strange there.”

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anonymous asked:

Hey, sorry, this is kind of a weird question, but you're the only person I can think of to come with this to. I've also been a big time fan of Peter Pan ever since I was a kid, but I'm about to graduate high school this Saturday. So I just wanted to ask - from one Pan fan to another... how did you deal with growing up?

Okay first of all, please accept my apology for this delayed response. I’m so sorry that it has taken me so long to reply, but growing up has been hard, so it’s a major reflection to talk about.

Second of all, congratulations! I hope the end of your time in high school went smoothly and that you’re excited about whatever may come next!

As for your question.

Dang, I’ve started to tear up already and I haven’t even started typing.

I’ve said before that the reader is meant to identify with Wendy’s role in the story - ultimately, she realizes that growing up is important and a natural part of life, and she allows herself to be excited about her potential for her future. But I get where Peter is coming from too. The future is scary. Psychological studies have shown that most people are optimistic about the future - we tend to believe things will get better rather than worse. We think the future holds a better job, a happier home, a full family, and so on. But I think many of us are left with the question: what if it doesn’t get better?

In high school, I was a pretty quiet person. I got straight As, I was a model student. I shown most brightly in choir and definitely in theatre. I went through many different ideas of what I wanted to do - author, actor, elementary teacher, even a dentist at one point. But I was the theatre kid. I loved theatre, I’ve done it consistently since I was seven years old, I’ve done dozens and dozens of shows. It was, in a way, the path of least resistance.

In college, as is often the case, others were lit more brightly than I was. It wasn’t a shock, I expected to receive smaller roles and understudies in my first year, but other freshmen were playing John Proctor and Abigail in The Crucible while I was sitting quietly in the back as Ezekiel Cheever, who has maybe ten lines in the whole show. I got my share of leading roles as my time progressed and I was cast every semester - but I just wasn’t ever the gem of the department. My friends were.

I went to school thirty minutes away from my hometown. It was just far enough to get away while still having that safety net. Around my sophomore year, a friend of mine did the Disney College Program and I started getting it in my head that I wanted to go work at Disney too. I’m sure my closely-guarded secret crush on him was related to this, but I also love Disney and it seemed like a natural step. Again, the path of least resistance. I’ve always had a connection to Florida anyway because I was born here, and I also needed the distance from my hometown that Orlando provided to allow me to - pardon the horrible cliche - “find myself.” Let’s say, I needed to… figure some things out.

I’ve learned the most about myself and life in general in my time down here in Florida. I still have a hard time thinking of myself as an adult. I’ve lived with many different roommates, with both positive and negative results. I’ve taken on a lot more responsibility financially, but my dad still covers my phone bill and we all share my sister’s Netflix account. I now live in a house - a real house! - but we rent it from a guy in the Netherlands and it takes a total of five roommates to cover the rent and we have almost zero furniture in the shared spaces because we all came from apartments where the other people owned the couches and tables and chairs.

There’s a lot of yucky things about growing up. Bills are the worst part. I hate cleaning dishes. I don’t mind putting the laundry in but taking it out and folding and hanging everything is a drag. I made spaghetti for the first time a month ago and my first ever grilled cheese two weeks ago. I always put off vacuuming as long as possible. Maintenance for my car is beyond annoying.

But responsibility means freedom. Growing up ties you down in many ways but it releases you in others. Don’t want to make the bed? You don’t have to. As long as you’re happy with an unmade bed, you’re allowed to do that. (I love having a made bed, which is probably shocking to absolutely no one.) Want to eat ice cream for dinner? You can. It’s not great for you, but sometimes you just need some ice cream and now there’s no one to tell you no. And the sucky parts of growing up often yield positive results. That grilled cheese I made? I NAILED it on the first shot, it turns out I make a FANTASTIC grilled cheese, and now I think I’m a gourmet chef every time I butter up a couple pieces of toast and put some Kraft slices between them. Keeping up with the car is rough, especially because I don’t know a thing about cars - but I have a car. I can go wherever I want, whenever I want. I often don’t. But if I wanted to, I could. I probably don’t exercise the freedom that growing up allows as much as I could, honestly.

Growing up is always on my mind. I’m 27. I thought I’d be married by 25 but I am very single with no potential suitor in sight. My dad was my age when I was born. I still text him every time I have a question about student loans or any money thing, really. I feel like I should know all this stuff by now, but every day I learn a little bit more and get a little closer to total responsibility. I hate that I’m this age and can’t afford my own place or even a couch for the place I do have. It’s like the lovely lady says in Finding Neverland about the crocodile’s role in the play. Time is chasing all of us.

The roughest part has been this year. Receiving a Stage III C colon cancer diagnosis at the age of 27 was surreal. When the doctor said the word “cancer,” I had a Hermione Granger response. I was very matter-of-fact, very clinical. When I told a friend that night and said the word “cancer” out loud with my own lips, I broke down in tears. I’m a fully grown man with a job and a house and a beard and I felt like a child inside. I was terrified. I still am. It’s not done, and it’s never going to be. This is something I’ll have to keep checking in on for the rest of my life.

This is a pattern I have begun to notice about being a grown up. Things don’t go away. You fix the car and something else breaks. You empty the dishwasher and fill it right back up. You go to the doctor and find out a diagnosis and now you have to monitor that continuously. You come out to your close friends, you finally come out to your family, you think it’s done, I’m out, I’m free - but you just escape from a tiny cage and found out that that cage was inside another one that is only marginally bigger than the first, and every time you meet someone new, you have to come out again and again and who knows how they’re going to react. I know there’s another Neverland-related simile here but I can’t think of what it is.

I still think grown-up me is someone that exists in the future, not in the present. I still don’t know what I want to do when I grow up. It’s changing all the time. For now, I have enough battles to get through, the job is the least of my concerns. And when I think about my future, if someone were to ask me what I want in the coming years, the job doesn’t even come to mind. I think about my relationships and what I want those to look like. That’s not the case for everyone, but it’s something important I’ve realized about myself.

Here’s a thought: Peter Pan loves being a child because he thinks it brings him freedom. But Wendy sees how trapped Peter is, physically and mentally and emotionally, and realizes that she must return to the responsibilities that await her in adulthood in order to grow and earn that ability to make your own choices. That’s what growing up is. Making your own choices.

I honestly don’t know if I’ve answered your question. I have to tell you though, you’re not alone in this feeling. I’m probably almost a decade older than you and I feel the same way. Growing up is an awfully big adventure. It’s daunting. But if we don’t keep moving forward, we will trap ourselves even further.

I hope this helps, and I hope you’re doing well. I’d love to hear from you about how you’re feeling as we hit halfway through your first summer post-graduation. If I remember right, it doesn’t entirely feel like everything is changing yet because the first summer just feels like part of the school cycle that you’re used to. Autumn is when it feels like the next stage has begun.

I think that’s all I have to say for now. I poured more of my heart out than I expected to. I’m sending faith and trust your way - I’m sure we both need them right now.

anonymous asked:

Ah, this is so embarrassing to admit but I started crying whilst reading your last scenario with bakugou & Izuku. I can't say I'm the same boat, (quite the opposite actually, being a latina but looking the exact opposite.) but just??? I don't even know why, despite the fact I couldn't personally relate it just invoked a feeling of my that was indescribable?? Despite the fact that I may not have tanned skin, or afro/curled hair I do happen to be a very self conscious person and reading that (pt 1

Made me so so happy? It was weird to feel my wet cheeks after reading it, but like, in a good way. Just imagining myself in a scenario in which I tell them about my insecurities and them being very kind and raw with their words at the same time just sent me over the moon.  I don’t think I can recall another instance in which a writing actually made me sob. And just oh my lordie you’re so good???? and just thank you so so so much for writing that. pt 2

That being said, would it be okay if I requested scenarios with Bakugou, Todoroki, and Izuku (I’m sorry, I don’t know your person limit, if it’s 2 then just bakugou and Todoroki) with an s/o that feels invalid because they don’t fit into the stereotype of their ethnicity. A while ago I was told by someone who was dear to me, that because I couldn’t speak spanish  nor did I look like a latina I couldn’t call myself one and I’ve been extremely self conscious of that since. hah sorry for the length             

Hello lovely and I very much apologize that it took me this long to get your request back to you. First of all, thank you so, so very much for letting me know about all of this, thank you, truly. I can barely put into words how touched I am and how much I wish to wrap you into soft and good things. I very, very much hope that I could write your request well enough and that it is at least somewhat what you hoped for. I wish you all the best lovely, all the love and good fortune shall come your way and, if I may say that: Sometimes the people closest to us say the things that hurt us the most. It doesn’t mean they are right, not at all. You are you and nothing about you is wrong and what you love, what you identify as, what lives in your heart, that is truly you and nothing can change that, no one can take that away. It is true and it is and it’s you.


When his partner tells him why they have been more self-conscious and worried lately, he sits down with them to talk about it.

“I don’t give a single fuck what other people think.” He says seriously and gently takes their hands in his, giving them ample time and keeping the grip loose enough that they can pull away if they don’t want any touch right now. “You are you and I love you. No one but you decides who you are or how you feel. Other people don’t live in your body, they don’t know your fucking mind, they don’t get to decide jack shit.”

He shuffles a bit closer, lightly bumping their knees together. “I love you.” He says, frowning and sincere. “If other people can’t accept you the way you are, that is their fucking problem.”

Reaching up with one hand, he gently rubs a calloused thumb along their cheek. “No one, no fucking one, gets to decide anything about you. Only you decide anything. Be who you are, I have your back.” He presses a soft, warm kiss against their forehead. “I’m fucking proud of you and happy to be with you, nothing changes that.


He frowns a little when his partner tells him what happened and how they’re feeling. Once they finish, he gently takes their hand in his, rubbing a soothing thumb over the back of their hand.

“I think that this person is wrong.” He says, voice quiet and sure. Todoroki holds their gaze, serious and honest. “You are you and no one has the right to tell you differently. No one has the right to decide how you feel or what you identify with or what makes you feel at home.”

He reaches up with his free hand to gently brush along a strand of their hair and he rests his hand against their cheek. “Only you know how you feel and how you think. You are the one who can decide anything when it comes to yourself.”

He brushes a kiss against their forehead. “I love you and I am proud of you. You are wonderful and I hope you know that.” Todoroki gives their hand a soft, reassuring squeeze. “You can always count on me, I will support you in this and everything else. You are who you are and I love you for it.”


He feels a small frown pulling at his brows and gently takes his partner’s hand. Midoriya moves a bit closer when their fingers curl around his and he softly presses their legs together.

“I love you.” He says and gives their hand a small squeeze. His gaze is sincere and open, warm and direct. “All of you and who you are. You decide who you are and where you belong. No one has the right to take that away from you, nor can they truly take what you wish to keep.”

He brushes their shoulders together and he wraps his free arm around them when his love sways into the touch. For a moment, he just holds them, thinking over what to say and giving them support, before he lifts the hand in his to kiss their knuckles.

“Don’t let anyone decide any of these things for you.” He says quietly, gently and firmly. “Only you know how you feel and what it is that makes you happy, what you know deep in your heart to be true, what is part of yourself. And that is you, all of it and no one can take that away. I love you for every single part that you are and I will always have your back.” He rests his forehead against theirs. “You decide, not anyone else and I believe in you.”

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm so in LOVE with this blog! Your fanfics are wonderful! And sorry to bother, but may I have "I have to make ten pans of brownies in the next couple of hours, i know you dont work here, but can you help me?" (Last one on the bakery prompts list) with Ryan, please?

hoo boy was this the prompt for me. as soon as i got this i was like ‘i can’t wait to write this this is every fantasy ive ever had’ as a bakery student who is in love with ryan. please ignore the fact it gets weirdly personal. also i absolutely may write a part 2 if i get to a point where my inbox is empty.

“Arggh!” you yelled in frustration to the empty kitchen. Yet another of your employees had called in sick. Why did it have to be today? You had one of the most important orders of your career to fill in the next few hours and you were the only one at your bakery today to make all of the brownies for the client and also deal with in-shop customers. To say you were stressed was an understatement. Just as you contemplated shutting up shop for the day to focus on the order you heard the bell that signals the entrance of a customer rang. You sighed and went out into the front. You couldn’t imagine what a mess you must’ve looked with flour all your face and chocolate covering your apron. Not to mention the fact you looked like you were about to burst into tears at any moment. It must have shown to the customer as his face looked concerned as you greeted him. 

“Are you… okay?” he asked. You tried to smile and put on your customer service voice but the day had broken you.

“Honestly? I am the furthest from okay you could possibly imagine. I have a massive order to fill and I have zero staff and I’m honestly considering giving up my lifelong dream of owning a bakery to instead move to Alaska and live off the rest of my days in a cave with a family of wolves,” you said, not really caring how much you sounded like a crazy person. 

“Er, I’m really sorry to hear that. Should I go?” the customer asked, sounding extremely confused.

“Sir, I know I don’t know you and that you probably just came in here today to get some donuts or something but I have to make ten pans of brownies in the next couple of hours. I know you don’t work here, but can you help me? I’ll pay you, I promise,” you pleaded with the stranger, overwhelmed by the current stress you were feeling. He seemed to take pity on you as he smiled.

“I mean I don’t know shit about baking but sure, why not. You look like you’re about to collapse, do you want to sit down?” he said, coming around to the other side of the counter.

“There’s no time for sitting, but thank you so much. Seriously, I owe you big time. I’ll give you double my usual employee wage. I’ll buy you dinner. I’ll pay for your first born to go to college. I’ll -” you said frantically, practically dragging the poor man into the kitchen before he cut you off.

“Okay, before you promise me something ridiculous how about you take a minute to just breath,” he said calmly. You stopped and took a deep breath. His calmness somehow seemed to relax you slightly. Just slightly.

“Good, feel better?” he asked. You nodded and he chuckled. “Now, why don’t you tell me your name and exactly what it is you need me to do?”

“Y/N,” you said, feeling slightly ashamed that you hadn’t even bothered to introduce yourself or find out his name.

“Lovely to meet you, Y/N. I’m Ryan. Now you said something about brownies?”

You felt yourself regaining your confidence as you showed Ryan around the bakery, explaining each piece of equipment and going through the recipe for the brownies.

“So think you can handle it? It’s not a difficult recipe and I would be able to do it myself if I had bigger equipment. But I’m just starting out here and can’t afford the good stuff yet,” you said. You glanced at the clock on the wall, noting how little time you had left causing your anxiety to return.

“I think I’ll manage. Let’s get started then, shall we?” Ryan said cheerfully. He grabbed one of the aprons off the hook, slipped a hair net over his head and walked over to the sink to wash his hands.

Wow, I still have to nag my employees about the basics, you thought to yourself. You headed over to the sink too, and then got to work measuring out ingredients. For while you worked quickly and quietly, too stressed to think about making conversation, but after you got to a good pace and you felt confident you would get everything done on time you started to relax a little.

“So Ryan, what do you do for a living?” you asked, looking up at the man covered in flour. You smiled to yourself at the sight.

“I’m, uh, in entertainment,” he said, sounding slightly suspicious.

“What kind of entertainment?” you asked, trying to sound friendly and not at all concerned.

“It’s a little weird, so don’t judge me,” he said sheepishly. Your mind instantly thought he must mean adult entertainment and you felt your face heat up.

“Ah, well, no of course not. I don’t judge. You can do, do whatever you want. I’m sure what you do is, is well appreciated,” you stammered awkwardly, looking down at the brownies to avoid eye contact. Ryan was confused for a moment before realising what you meant.

“Oh, no it’s not that!  Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I play video games and record it and put it up on the Internet for people to watch,” he explained. When you looked back to him his face was also tinged pink. You relax at his explanation.

“Oh! That’s pretty cool actually,” you said.

“So, what made you become a baker?” Ryan asked, attempting to change the subject. You sighed in relief, smiling at the question.

“Baking is something I’ve always loved. I used to bake a lot of my grandma and my mom when I was younger. We were always a baking family but no one ever went into it as a career except me.” You paused to make sure you weren’t boring him, but he looked genuinely interested. “In high school I wanted to be a scientist; I loved biology and chemistry. A real nerd,” you laughed, “but when I got to college I just hated it. I don’t really know what changed. So I dropped out. That’s me, college drop out.” You sighed, thinking back to the hell you went through in college. “And my parents just said ‘okay that’s fine that you dropped out but you’ve got to pick something to do with your life’. So I went to bakery school,” you finished, smiling to yourself.

“That’s pretty awesome, you know. Not many people have the guts to give up on the sensible path to pursue their passion,” Ryan said, impressed. You blush at the compliment.

“Thank you,” you said. You giggled as you noticed his face covered in flour, walking over to him with a towel. “You know, the flour goes into the bowl,” you chuckled, wiping his nose.

“What, you mean covering my face in flour isn’t part of the recipe? I can’t believe my grandmother lied to me as a child,” he joked. Standing so close to him you noticed how blue his eyes were, looking softly into your own. You blushed and stepped away, moving back to continue working.

The next few hours passed quickly with you and Ryan working and joking together. He was incredibly funny; you couldn’t remember the last time you had laughed so much. You guessed that it came with his job. He was also insanely handsome. You were too stressed when you first saw him to really appreciate his looks but now that you were more relaxed you couldn’t help but admire his strong arms when he lifted heavy equipment and his smile made your stomach flutter when he laughed. You pushed the thoughts to the back of your mind as you focused on getting the order done on time.

Surprisingly you finished with plenty of time to spare and now all you needed to do was to wait for your client to come and collect their brownies.

“Thank you again, so much, for helping me today. I can’t express with words how much you’ve done for me. Let me get you some money for your time,” you said, heading towards the storefront to the cash register.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t want your money. I had a lot of fun today,” Ryan said, putting his hand on your wrist to stop you from getting money.

“Are you sure? I’ve taken up a lot of your time,” you asked, eyes full of concern.

“Very sure. But if you really want to repay me then let me take you out sometime,” he said grinning. You were taken aback by his request.

“You want to take me out…on a date?” you questioned, slightly confused. Ryan chuckled, lightly placing his hand on your waist.

“If you don’t mind,” he said quietly, leaning his head down close to yours. His eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips, questioning. You bit your lip.

“I’d like that,” you said, and Ryan closed the gap between you. His lips were soft and gentle against yours, and all too soon he pulled away. He gave you his phone to put your number in and headed towards the door, waving goodbye as he left. You grinned and giggled to yourself once he had gone, all previous stress you had felt earlier that day completely melted away.

anonymous asked:

I'm... gay. I hate it so much. Like I would put myself into conversion therapy if it would make me straight. But my country banned it two years ago. I don't know what to do. I want to accept myself, more than anything, but I can't. What can I do? I feel awful.

You are dealing with so much right now, I can understand why you would feel awful. Let me tell you something, conversion therapy, even if it was legal where you were, would not make you straight, in fact, it would probably make you feel even worse about this entire situation. 

Overcoming internalized homophobia is incredibly difficult, you are not alone when you say you wish you weren’t gay. There are a lot of us who have wished to be straight at some point just to make living easier. I’ve been one of those people. Accepting yourself can be a long and difficult road, you have to make the decision to love and accept yourself for who you are. I would start with looking at yourself in the mirror everyday and saying something like, “I’m gay and that’s okay. I love and accept myself.” You don’t have to believe it right away, but it’s something you should practice like a self-mantra every day, and sooner or later you may find yourself believing what you say. It’s a hard decision to make, but ultimately you have to be the one that decides you don’t want to hate yourself anymore for being gay, you have to decide that from this day forward you are going to learn to be kind to yourself and love yourself for who you are. I wish you all the best hun. Be kind to yourself and take care, okay? 

-Mom Em

as the poets say

Fandom Writing Challenge || caaelum 
prompt: flowers
fandom / pairing: voltron / sheith
word count: 1181
tags: high school au - modern setting, friends to lovers, promposal, so much fluff someone stop me

summary: honestly, keith is more surprised at the fact he’d forgotten just how cheesy shiro could be than at the fact shiro is asking him to prom. in front of his entire first period class. like the cheesy romantic dork he is. 

author’s note: my cousin is the cheesiest person i know and this is all his fault

friend tags // @ushiiwakas @cryingcryptids @scientiaa 


Keith is tossing his unneeded textbooks into his locker with a yawn when he sees Lance sidling up to him from the corner of his eye, smirk in place. He doesn’t bother to hide his groan, and Lance just smirks harder.

“Soooo,” Lance drawls, and Keith groans louder and more dramatically. “You got a date for prom yet, loverboy?”

The way Lance waggles his eyebrows suggestively like he knows something makes Keith’s own eyebrow twitch in annoyance. God, the first bell hasn’t even rung yet. “It is too early for your bullshit, Lance,” he says, shutting his locker with more force than necessary. He smirks when Lance flinches with a yelp. “And I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t,” Lance says amicably, following Keith as he turns away to head to his first class. “Because I am obviously not talking about the huge crush you have on Mr. Most Popular who sits two seats in front of you in AP Physics, who you never stop staring at, while making the most pathetically sad pining puppy eyes I have literally ever seen. And I’m dating a literal puppy.”

Keith raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “I thought he was a bear last time you described him as an animal.”

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