Everyone sees the world in black and white until they meet their soulmate. But James works in a coffee shop, and every time he sees colour there’s an annoying customer there too (AKA a coffee shop and soulmate au fic in one because i have no chill).
“One frozen mocha to go!”
It’s second nature to him now, as quick and easy as breathing. In one swift movement, James grabs hold of the milk carton, ready to pour it into the blender. He hears the door to the cafe open, a chilly breeze ruthlessly following a handful of students who scrabble inside as it begins to rain.
It’s then that it happens. The milk drops to the floor as he stares, perplexed, at the colour of his hand. It’s like the weight of an avalanche crumbles on top of him, an invisible weight pressing hard on his shoulders. Before he even realises, his legs are like jelly and he’s falling.
“James? Are you alright?” a voice asks.
He feels a hand pressed against his back, the sound of someone’s concerned voice muffled against his ear. He tries to say something, but all he can manage is an intense gasp for air as his legs shake once more.
He can see.
Not that he couldn’t before… but he can see.
Colours are everywhere, blinding and intense. They’re beautiful, so vibrant that it’s making his head spin.
He’s staring at white tiles, chestnut coloured cabinets. It feels like he’s on fire and, more than anything, he wishes he could stand, to just look around the place to see who is making him like this.
Of course, he’s read the stories like everyone else. Lullabies that dated back long before they even had a name. Fairy-tales of people who, like everyone else, saw the world in a lens, the colour of life squeezed out. There was only one person who could help to retrieve that colour back into your life.
James blinks, his heart now slowing to a calm, even beat. He breathes in deeply, relishing the peaceful feeling that washes over him. The owner of the hand speaks again and rubs the place between his shoulder blades tentatively, asking if he needs an ambulance.
He shakes his head, finally looking up at Remus.
“Can you stand?” Remus asks, taking hold of James’ shaking hand and pulling him to his feet. He wobbles for a split second and reaches out to grasp hold of the counter with both arms. His fingers grip onto the support for dear life.
He swallows, a nauseating bubble rippling throughout his intestines and threatening to shoot up his throat. He breathes in, counting to ten. Slow and easy, he finally manages to pull his eyes away from the wooden counter and cautiously glances around cafe.
The colours are dazzling; blues, reds, greens, all different shades and intensities. They’re all so vivid and intense that it feels like the ground’s shaking beneath him. The place is heaving with students, all wet due to the unexpected stormy April shower and James tries to look at as many as he can, searching desperately for someone who seems just as unsettled and surprised as him.
Everyone seems normal. How can that be? Colour’s just flown into every crevice of their being… and they don’t care?
There are too many voices, people ordering, grabbing their coffees and other beverages and talking aimlessly with one another. Amidst the chatter and the whirring noises from the coffee machines, the sound of the door opening reaches his ears. A freezing wind enters, the chilly kind that makes the hairs on his arms stand up on edge.
And then, just like that, his world is drained of colour.
Scarlet Camellia Petals [Hanahaki AU - Shigaraki Tomura]
Don’t worry, everyone! I haven’t forgotten about the 100 followers special!It will be written with the winning character and scenario soon.
I just started writing this drabble because I’d had a rough day and I really wanted to indulge in something I had a few ideas for already, so I hope you guys enjoy my first attempt at writing a scenario!I hope nobody seems too OOC :’^0
Warning: there is mention of self-harm, so read at your own risk. Also, since it’s pretty long, I’m also going to put most of it under a cut.
Also… try looking up the meaning of red camellia petals in hanakotoba. I chose them for a reason ;^)
Shigaraki Tomura distinctly remembered the first day that they walked into the League of Villains headquarters. He was absentmindedly swirling his drink, watching the ice cubes slowly spin in a circle when he heard Kurogiri call to him, saying someone had come to talk about joining the League. When he turned to look at the door, he saw them for the first time. They didn’t look like a villain at first glance, but upon closer examination Tomura could tell that they were serious about joining merely from the expression on their face.
“Why do you want to join the League of Villains?” he asked bluntly. There was no point in saying it any other way, with any eloquent speech; he could tell he didn’t have to convince them that they should join. It was clear in their eyes that they wanted to be there already.
Their response was firm and without any hesitation. “I just want to show the heroes that this League can’t be ignored.” It was a vague answer, but for some reason, it caught Tomura’s interest. Such determination, he thought, could be put to very good use within the League. Plus, this was one of the first people who had come to him willingly without babbling about the ideology of the Hero Killer.
Maybe I unlocked a new, less annoying type of character, he thought to himself as he contemplated what to say in reply to their statement. Finally, he decided on a simple, “You can join,” thoroughly surprising Kurogiri.
He was far too used to Tomura behaving poorly around visitors, so seeing this newcomer gain acceptance without a single bickering remark from Tomura was baffling to Kurogiri. Tomura could tell this was what Kurogiri was thinking, too—it showed in his glowing, yellow eyes, which had widened slightly the moment the newcomer was accepted.
Once they’d gone on their way, now a new member of the League, Tomura found himself briefly thinking about them. As he sat there, staring down at the half-melted ice in his glass, he wondered to himself why he was so interested in this new recruit. It already didn’t feel right.
A Friend Of A Friend, These Strangers At The Party Never Paid
summary: “I left phone number on the bathroom stall wall and you text me about
your day and your frustrations for a month & it’s really nice and cute but
I still don’t know who you are” AU
warnings: smut, mentions of smoking, alcohol/being drunk, lack of imagination as far as fic titles are concerned
Can you believe this was meant
to be 3k?? I honeslty don’t know what happened there. all I know is that I have
five exams in less than three weeks that I should be revising for and instead
did this. yikes I hope this was worth it. (also pray4me that I don’t fail
Also on the topic of exams the
actual reason I wrote this now was bc I’m kinda not gonna be writing for a
while because of Lovely responsibilities and school stuff and revision so I’m
gonna leave yall with this before I’m off Working and doing fun stuff that
I hope this is ok!!
Dan’s halfway through skipping
History when he does it.
He doesn’t know why he did it
– he really doesn’t, he was just kind of bored one afternoon and happened to be
carrying a Sharpie and hey, it’d just be a laugh, right? In a school like this,
what’s the worst that could come out of leaving his phone number on a cubicle
His pen squeaks across the
pale blue paint, already tainted with curse words and penis drawings and
tipp-ex and “Call _____ for a good time
;)”. He supposes the caretakers have given up with trying to cover up the
graffiti – there are still thin layers of paint and chipped plaster coating
every inch of the stall walls, at least showing attempted coverage, but people had just written over them,
scribbles of song lyrics and “never got
caught” tattooing every inch of the previously blank walls. No amount of
assemblies or threats of “whoever did
this-“, inserts picture of something someone had written about the Maths
teacher on the hall projector, “is
seriously going to pay” from the head teacher had ever stopped anyone, so,
really, what does Dan have to lose? Sure, they could trace the phone number,
but that doesn’t prove anything – he could just as easily throw on the
‘innocent’ act and say it was his friend.
writes. He doesn’t sign it off with any comment, nor kisses, not even a smiley
face let alone a winking one. He just leaves it there, in a kind-of conspicuous
place just above eye-level on the right hand side of the door, eleven digits
amidst many others.
ok wow this is my first time to rant so please bear with me
I know Gaston was supposed to be hated but I really get mad when people say he deserved what happened to him. I’m sure everyone knows what happened, right? Yes, he may be an asshole, well, he’s ten times a villain than the 1991 Gaston but I just noticed something. You see, in the beginning, in the “Belle” scene, he says “pardon”, “excuse me”, and “please let me through” instead of pushing those people blocking his way to get to Belle. He doesn’t mock Belle for her interest in books/reading, and he helps Maurice in search for Belle. It made me think that he actually is a nice guy. Until he started doing really horrible things. He leaves Maurice in the woods to be eaten by wolves, locks Belle and Maurice, (tried) killing the beast of course, and many more. I believe that there really is goodness in him but because he couldn’t control his anger (he was the one being controlled by it instead), he loses himself (the real him) and does those. LeFou sees those things he does and starts to question it. The part he sings in The Mob Song proves it: “there’s a beast running wild there’s no question. But I fear the wrong monster’s released.” See, even LeFou who sings a song full of praises for him now calls him a monster. He knows that, that is not the Gaston who is his best pal, the guy he adores so much, and the guy everyone used to call a hero. But it’s cool, because Luke Evans did his responsibility which was for everyone to hate Gaston. Well, not me. I loved him so much in this. He did an excellent job, he is perfect! They did not made a mistake choosing him to play as Gaston. He is now my favorite actor tbh.
Agggh, sorry if this is bad, it’s actually my first time to rant here so I hope you guys got my point. Remember that this is my opinion, everyone has their own and no opinion is wrong. Don’t be afraid to express yourself and share yours! :) Oh, and to those who haven’t seen the film, you should go see it now! It’s really good, believe me. I watched it for two times! Have a good day!
okay so i tried my hand at writing for the first time in Years and idk if it’s any good?? idk its just Neil being introspective more that anything, mostly about andrew,, idk,, pls be nice to me it been so long since ive written
In his 19 years of life Neil Josten had concerned himself with one thing: survival. He knew the concept like he knew every ugly blemish that marred his torso, like he knew the insistent need to get out of there perpetually lodged in his throat, like he knew the feel of cold steel against warm flesh again again again. That is to say he knew what it meant to survive intimately so. Neil knew how to shoot a man to make him bleed out without fatality and he knew how to kill a man without leaving a trace. The snik of a lock successfully picked, the consuming smoke and fire in his lungs, in his throat, on his tongue, the ricochet of a bullet and the resounding finality of the resultant echo were all sensations Neil had familiarised himself with over the years. Fear was something that had woven itself between Neil’s fingertips, burned behind eyes and weighted down his tongue. Intimacy meant feeling his mother’s heartbeat roaring in his ears on those nights it was too close, it was the back of his mother’s hand and the side of his face when he looked too long, it was Lola’s breath on his neck, hot and heavy.
IT’S BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! honestly posting this is making me super nervous because it’s been such a long wait? which im very sorry about? so i owe yall a really good chapter in return for u guys being so lovely and patient <333
thank you to @sadrien and @reyxa for being the best cheerleaders ever, love you guys <3 also HUGE shoutout to sadrien for beta-ing (ish??) for me. god bless i lov u
as always, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!!! (please reblog omg i want 2 know what u guys think!!!)
Adrien is drowning. The harsh blue of the memory of her eyes pull him in deeper and deeper, and Adrien doesn’t know if he wants to stay above water anymore. He now knows for sure that the post-it notes had been Marinette, but he still almost can’t believe it. It feels like a dream that is too good to be true, but Adrien hasn’t woken up yet.
Adrien is so in love. And he is so fucked.
Adrien sinks into his chair as he spins in it absentmindedly. The words “I love you” scrawl their way across his vision again and again and again. He hugs the note to his chest.
“I love you,” he murmurs, swooning a little as he says it.
“Aw, Adri-chou! I didn’t know you felt that way about me!” Plagg coos as he zips into view.
Adrien rolls his eyes. “Plagg, you know I hate it when Chloé calls me that.”
yo i know you are kinda nervous in ur writing and probably skeptical about how it turns out but.. dont worry,, its lovely and enjoyable:>> CAN I REQUEST FOR A RENJUN FLUFF where hes like a nerd that helps u in homework cus your his tablemate omg tats so cute okay abt sth liddat BYE KEKKEKEKEKE
a/n : well hello anon! sorry for the delay in posting this up; ive had some troubles and many school events to organise, i apologise ;-; anyways, i hope its okay!! im sorry if i didnt actually emphasise on the nerd part iM SO SORRY ;-; anyways, thank you for requesting!! 💕🐳
genre : fluff, nerd!Renjun
You sank further into your seat, finding a comfortable position before closing your eyes. It has been eight hours of school with two more to go. The sounds of someone trudging in and placing their bag on the seat beside you was heard. Knowing who it was without even opening your eyes, you began making inhumane noises whilst complaining about how your brain was filled with too much information after math class on trigonometry. “Renjun how the hell are you not dead yet? Theres like two more hours of having to absorb information i swear i-” you stopped your words right there when you saw Renjun fishing out a container filled with food and a cup of chocolate frappe. “I knew you would complain again so i told my mom to cook for you food as well so we can study and do homework together! Anyways its our free period now, its lesson for the Econs students,” he said slinging on your bag over his before you could protest, ready to head off to the cafeteria’s study area. You could only blush in embarrassment as the both of you walked away from the classroom. It was these simple things that this little nerd by the name Huang Renjun did to make you fall for him hard after being seatmates for three years. You never told him or even anyone about it; simply to avoid embarrassment, rejection and the loss of friendship.
“Hnfff why do they need to make life harder by combining mensuration with trigonometry and Pythagoras’ Theorem and congruency when they could be four separate questions,” you groaned in disapproval as you flipped on to the next page of the math homework Renjun had brought over to your house. Being sick definitely let you skip school with a valid reason but that only means a whole lot to catch up on afterwards. Just your luck that Renjun knew your address and actually offered to stay with you and teach you the lessons taught in class. “Well you’d better start doing it; its actually not that difficult I’d say,” Renjun said as he took a tray from the dressing table beside your bed, “stay put and finish this question and the question afterwards. I’m going down to heat your porridge and bring your medicine. Oh, triangle PQR is congruent to triangle XYR by the way!” He then went down to the kitchen while humming. You made a grim face as you stared back at the printed questions on the papers in front of you. “If i could get smarter at every time i smile at the thought of that snaggle toothed boy, I’d probably already have a doctorate in mathematics and rocket science,” the pencil in your hand dropped onto your leg as you muttered under your breath. You sat there on your bed, drifting off to wonderland as you flipped through the other pages. Suddenly a page filled with post-its and coloured ink caught your attention. You frowned as you thought about what Renjun could have doodled on your paper as he had always done before; moomin, random objects in your pencil case or maybe even a sponge he found in the art room. Careful to not let any of the post-its to fall off, you gently lifted the stapled papers and flipped to that page. Your eyes were being greeted by your favourite colours being used to write your name in cursive and post-its with his handwriting on around it. Words in capital letters screamed “READ HERE FIRST” as you eyed the details of the neat calligraphy of your name. “1. heyyyyyyy idek how to start this but first of thank you for existing and taking notice of me five years back when we werent seatmates yet hehe,” the first post it above your name melted your heart as you continued on to the next one. “2. also can i just say that your eyes are just!! so!! pretty!! so is your smile, i want to see that toothy grin you give me everyday!” you covered you mouth and grinned as you read the last sentence. “3. you must be wondering why the sudden sweet messages and especially on your homework welp anyways im a nerd so sticky notes it is :P” You giggled upon reading the third post-it. Ah, why is he so cute? you thought to yourself. “4. Trust me, you’re really beautiful. Dont let others tell you otherwise because if they do, tell them to catch my fists ;) And yes, i just did call call you beautiful because you are, from the inside out, everything about you is beautiful. I love you so much i get carried away sometimes thinking about you.” Your eyes instinctively widened in surprise as you did a double-take on the last sentence. “5. Yes, you read that right. Even after your cute little double takes when ur shooketh™ hehe :)) And yes i love you more then just how our platonic friendship is, i love you more than just as a friend. So now look up ;)” You looked up in confusion to see Renjun sitting at the edge of your bed with your porridge and a few roses in hand. “Be my girlfriend?” a pink-cheeked Renjun said as you nodded, tearing up a little and he embraced you. You felt complete and in place in his arms. He looked down and kissed your forehead; an immediate instinct he felt the need to comply to. “Yah, you’re such a nerd its too cute i swear,” you said as you looked up, remaining in that position. “At least im your nerd now,” he smirked, cupping your heated face.
Used a ref of them from their stream, exaggerated the makeup and added super unnecessary dramatic lighting (i wish i’d have done it from another angle but ah well). Regardless, their cosplay is goals! :3
He’s also fucking gorgeous like holy shit?
Hope you like it! Sorry it’s not the best, it was kinda rushed bc it’s late and I have college tomorrow haha ;;”
Here’s a little comic thing of my BNHA OC, Ema, with @dirtdirection ‘s OC Nelo. For those of you confused, Ema’s quirk involves touching human beings and affecting their hormones and nerves to cause different types internal effects. In this case, she attempts to prank Nelo with leg weakness but doesn’t know that Nelo is a half vampire. So her quirk back fires on her, and she’s left with leg weakness ahah.
Even though Nelo tried helping Ema up, she wouldn’t get up because her legs were numb. So Nelo decides to stay with her and figure out who did this to her.
So do you guys remember the pictures I posted from my trip to Italy (the most recent photosets)? Well a while ago I submitted some of them to the gallery where I intern, and they told me they’re going to feature 6 of them in the January show!
I’m so so SO excited that they got accepted but also…kinda nervous that no one will like them enough to sell any….. Like I’ve seen the artists/photographers that have been featured here before and their work is just amazing :’) (I know I shouldn’t compare myself with others but still…)
I’m really hoping the opening reception goes well and proves my anxious ass wrong. But all worry aside, this is so awesome cause it’ll be the first time anything I made will be in an art show outside of school!!!
of my favorite lines is when Cinderella is getting out of the carriage. She
says, ‘I’m frightened, Mr. Lizard. I’m just a girl, not a princess.’ I really
understand that. When I felt very nervous and felt the pressure and felt like I
couldn’t do this—that I’m not beautiful enough or this enough or that enough or
made a mistake—I felt like those would be things that Cinderella would feel too.”
*just to clarify, im aiming to lose 50+ lbs and I'm nervous about my excess skin and stretch marks when I get thinner, so I'd love to see thinner people who have obviously gone through the same sort of thing. Thank you for being great!!
Your message was so sweet I am keeping it!!😈😈 I’ve already done stretchmark thinspo!! Ill rb and I’ll post some more! Because you are SUUUCCCHH AN ANGEL OMG btw we found a firming lotion that makes u smell like a chocolate biscuit