pls let me make things for you

anonymous asked:

We have a lot of similar interests and I wish we could be friends but I'm so bad at making friends and you're way out of my league :^(

same. i honestly have no idea who i even got acquainted with my very, very few mutuals but if you wanna be friends a good thing for you to do is send me asks off anon, like my posts a lot and leave snazzy replies on them ;;^)

Moodboards on request!

I want to change my url, and I’ve narrowed it down to a few things but I can’t choose between them so I’m going to ask your help!

What do you do?

  • Follow me
  • Reblog this post
  • Pick an url here
  • Send me which one you picked + something to make a moodboard of

They might take me a while, but I’ll get to all of them!

Also please don’t let this fail


Some stuff I posted on twitter :D 

A Thousand Tomorrows

Originally posted by claracivry

In answer to this anonymous request: can you pls write something for Credence based on “can i hold your hand?” & “i love you today, and i’ll love you tomorrow and everyday after that.”? feel free to make it extra fluffy if you wish!! thank you

A/N: Arghhh, I’ve gotten so behind on answering requests and I’ve been very busy with other things as well. But I promise, I’m slowly working through each of them!

Again, do let me know if there’s anything you’d like to see me write!

title: A Thousand Tomorrows

warnings: fluff, slight mentions of abuse, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluffffff


     Sometimes, Credence thinks he’s living in a daydream.

     That certainly seems to be the case, especially when he wakes up each morning to the tantalizing smell of pastries, freshly baked and bought from Mr. Kowalski’s store. Tina makes it a habit to drop them off each day, but rarely has time to enjoy them before rushing off to work.

     Or maybe it’s Newt’s fantastic, marvelous case of equally fascinating creatures that makes him think so. He’s found that he particularly likes to look at the bowtruckles. They’re tiny and adorable, and he’s beginning to form an attachment to one of them.

     Perhaps it’s the way Ms. Goldstein, the golden haired one who smiles sadly whenever she sees him, always comes by to make him a dinner so large he can never finish it. He wonders why she always winces when his thoughts meander towards Mary Lou and the sting of the belt across his palm.

     Or maybe, Credence decides, it’s the fact that you’re there with him.

     You, with your sincere smiles. You, with your sleepy good mornings. You, with the way you’ll cry for him when he wakes, trembling from nightmares, reciting all the poisonous lies Mary Lou branded into him, palms proffered, braced for a beating.

     He wonders what makes you so magical.

     It’s in the way you talk, Credence realizes, staring in what he believes is an inconspicuous manner. (It’s not.) Perhaps the magic is laced in the curve of your lips, in the twinkle of your eyes when you chatter on, just the right amount of excited. He feels a sort of strange, alien fluttering in his stomach, and he falters, unsure of whether he likes it or not.

     It’s in the way you laugh, Credence amends, watching as you pause to snicker at a joke Newt’s just made, attempting to suppress your laughter. You’re mostly failing, and he finds that his own mouth is copying yours, grinning. He hastily corrects himself. The magic, he says firmly, is in the way you beam, infectious and giddy. There’s that funny feeling again, Credence notes. He thinks he likes it.

     It’s definitely in the way you love, Credence revises. His gaze follows you as you cradle one of Newt’s Occamies, laughing that familiar, bell-like laugh, before you set it down in its nest. There’s an undeniable magical quality to the way you whisper ‘I love you’, to the hushed, secretive nature of your voice, as though the words are far too big to be contained should anyone else hear it.

     The night is cold, but Credence is not, because you’re there with him. He watches, fascinated, as you laugh into the chilly air, breath puffing out in little gasps, and wonders what it would be like to kiss the breath from your lips. But those are dangerous waters, and his eyes flicker down to your hands instead, exposed to the winter air.

     “Can I hold your hand?”

     There’s a beat of surprised silence from you, and you turn toward him, eyes wide and shining. He begins to stutter, to backtrack, because oh why did I have to ruin it, he scolds himself. But you’ll have none of that, and he finds your fingers lacing with his, already starting to warm up.

     You smile at him, the widest he’s ever seen. And there’s that feeling again, where it’s like the world has dropped beneath him, leaving only you and him, alone in the sky, hands entwined.

     “Don’t leave me,” he breathes out, rushed and quiet and everything terrified. He shouldn’t be scared, he really shouldn’t; Newt and Tina and everyone else didn’t spend all this time making sure he knew he was loved for nothing.

     But he is, and when you don’t answer, he stares down, shame burning his cheeks, and suddenly, he doesn’t feel like he’s floating anymore. The world has dropped from under his feet, but it’s no longer a pleasant sensation, and he tugs his hand from yours.

     You grasp his arm.

     You can feel his muscles, thin and starved, tighten beneath your touch. Credence stills, refusing to make eye contact, so you slide in front of him instead, forcing him to look at you.    

     “Credence,” you begin, “Listen to me.” You reach up to cup his cheeks, and you sense more than hear the slight hitch in his breath. “I will never leave you. I love you, Credence. I love you today, and I’ll love you tomorrow and everyday after that. And in the infinity after death, I’ll continue to love you.”

     Your thumb snags on a stray tear, but you’re not quite sure who it belongs to. Credence is happy, and he’s never thought it possible to feel so much. It’s overwhelming, and yet, he likes it. He definitely likes it.

    Everything about you, Credence decides firmly, is magic.

Someday- Percival Graves

Pairing: Percival Graves/OC

Request: “anonymous asked:
prompt: how about reader taking care of graves after a serious auror fight? no smut pls”

Warnings: None…just some fluff and good ol’ fashioned angst! xD

A/N: Ugh I really, really loved writing this one. I hope I managed to capture his character alright…it’ll get easier the more i do it. Just a side-note, I did make some things up for this just for the sake of the story. I have no idea how the laws work in the American wizarding world, but I made up some for the sake of the story, as well as some other slight magical elements that I wasn’t exactly sure of. Enjoy! Let me know what you think! 

I swayed slightly on my feet, bracing my hand against the nearest wall. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, waiting for the room to stop its tilting and the ground beneath my feet to steady. Apparating after a fight was always rough, as the adrenaline was slowly squeezed out of my bones and exhaustion seeped in to take its place.

“You alright?” a familiar voice asked.

My eyes fluttered open to see Dortman, a fellow auror, watching me with a scrutinizing expression. He adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, a sheen of sweat coating his forehead. He looked just as weary as I felt, like my limbs were weighed down with lead. Though perhaps that was what happened after fighting a losing battle. We hadn’t lost one in a while.

Which just reminded me that Grindelwald and his followers were becoming more and more dangerous by the second.

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signs as 2jae things that happened within the FIRST week of never ever promotions

aries: it’s just a microphone guys pls 

taurus: i’d rather stare at you than this cake we’re supposed to be making

gemini: wHOOP wHOOP

cancer: he snatched my mic but instead of being anger let me just give him heart eyes and finger hearts

leo: wow that’s not part of the dance jaebum but okay ig


libra: jaebum clinging onto youngjae as per- oh wait no now its youngjae clinging onto him hnNNGG OKAY


sagittarius: youngjae’s aegyo attack which has jaebum a smiling mess (we’re all yugy in this situation)

capricorn:lets take pictures together for the first time in 2000 years to remind everyone we’re still the cutest

aquarius: lets take a photoshoot together for the first time in 200 years to remind everyone we’re still the hottest

pisces: “not to be repetitive but we really are the hottest boyfriends…we’re also vocal kings so there’s that

Hey! So as you all can probably tell I have a lot of thoughts and things to say about this season of Supergirl. Instead of continuing to rant about them here, I wrote this piece. I’d really appreciate it if y’all read it & let me know what you think!

it’s so fun to go from watching a phil liveshow which is basically ‘guys look at this new thing oh i saw this animal the other day and this happened also let’s talk about my clothes and fun things’ to dan’s liveshows which are ‘all of you shut up i’ve got something really–oh yeah also i need to talk about phil for a few minutes–anyway *gives great life advice* you’re all terrible and we’re all gonna die ily bye’

the inquisitor and da4

Before delving into things, I’d like to make it clear that I’m not trying to rag on the Trespasser DLC in any way. In fact, I really enjoyed it. I also know that there was a quote floating around here from someone with Bioware who apparently stated that the Inquisitor won’t be playable in the next game (I can’t find the source or the exact quote right now), but I just wanted to give my two cents anyway.

How did the Trespasser DLC ensure that the Inquisitor would no longer be the playable protagonist? If anything, it only gave me the impression that the Inquisitor would be playing a major role in the next game. Wasn’t Trespasser being advertised as the ‘end’ of the Inquisition? I’m not saying they should have killed the Inquisitor off, but that would at least have been a definite ending to the Inquisitor’s story and would have effectively barred them off as the main character in Dragon Age 4. 

Having the Inquisitor return would make sense because, in a way, they are partially responsible for Solas:

Inquisitor: This war proved that we can’t go back to the way things were. I’ll try to help this world move forward.

Solas: You would risk everything you have in the hope that the future is better? What if it isn’t? What if you wake up to find that the future you shaped is worse than what was?

Inquisitor: I’ll take a breath, see where things went wrong, and then try again.

Solas: Just like that?

Inquisitor: If we don’t keep trying, we’ll never get it right.

Solas: You’re right. Thank you. You have not been what I expected, Inquisitor. You have… impressed me. You have offered hope that if one keeps trying, even if the consequences are grave, that someday, things will be better.

While Solas was already planning to destroy the world by allowing Corypheus to find his orb, his plans were foiled when Corypheus didn’t actually die. Thus, he was forced to find another way to regain his power. The Inquisitor inspired Solas to keep trying to rectify his mistakes. So yes, the consequences of doing so will be grave, but he must persist to make up for creating the Veil, no matter what. That being said, the Inquisitor cannot directly be blamed for what Solas is planning, but they should feel at least feel that it is their duty to stop him and once again save the world.

Sure, Leliana and the Inquisitor both agree that it would be best to find people that Solas doesn’t know since he is familiar with all of their faces and tactics, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that the Inquisitor will be staying on the sidelines while someone new goes after him. When speaking to Solas at the end of the DLC, the Inquisitor makes it sound like they will personally find a way to stop Solas from destroying the world:

Inquisitor: You don’t have to destroy the world. I’ll prove it to you.

Solas: I welcome the chance to be wrong once again, my friend.


Inquisitor: If I live, I’m coming to stop you.

Solas: I know.

To me, Solas’ response to the first option even sounds like a direct invitation for the Inquisitor to try. Also, wouldn’t it make more sense narratively to have the Inquisitor confront Solas at the end of the next game? I think it would be likely that Solas would respond more positively to the Inquisitor than to someone he doesn’t really know. If you manage to get Solas’ approval high enough, he even tells you that he has great respect for the Inquisitor, so obviously, if anyone could persuade him, it’d be them. 

Solas even likens himself to the Inquisitor:

Solas: I was Solas first. “Fen’Harel” came later… An insult I took as a badge of pride. The Dread Wolf inspired hope in my friends and fear in my enemies… Not unlike “Inquisitor,” I suppose.

Solas: You also know the burden of a title that all but replaces your name.

Wouldn’t it be more fitting, then, for them to be the one actively working to find and confront Solas once and for all? Not to mention that having the Inquisitor be the one to face Solas in DA4 would also offer more closure to those who romanced him.

All Bioware really did was have the Inquisitor lose the forearm that the Anchor was attached to. Don’t tell me they expect us to believe that losing an arm means they can no longer go after Solas. Dragon Age is a series that has magic, dragons, elves… need I go on? My point is, implying that it’s not realistic for the Inquisitor to be returning as the playable protagonist in DA4 merely because of what happened to their arm is ridiculous. They can’t think of a way to give the Inquisitor some sort of prosthetic that will help them fight? Dagna exists! If anyone can invent something that can help the Inquisitor, it would be Dagna. Cullen even says that Dagna “crafts the impossible every day,” so… there you go. 

I know some think that DA4 will give you the choice to have either the new protagonist or the Inquisitor confront Solas, but that seems unlikely. Having the Inquisitor decide for your character or having the protagonist tell the Inquisitor what to do won’t be very gratifying. If anything, I can see Bioware coming up with a scenario in which the protagonist and the Inquisitor both confront Solas, which will result in the protagonist having to battle Solas with assistance from the Inquisitor. That would be a very cheap and cliché ending, if I’m being honest. I know that Bioware isn’t really one for originality, and their writing tends to contradict itself quite a bit, but I want to give them the benefit of doubt.

I’m also aware that the tradition for the Dragon Age series is that each game will have a new protagonist, but honestly if Bioware wanted that to happen, they shouldn’t have ended Trespasser the way they did. It was too open-ended to keep the Inquisitor from returning as the main protagonist. I hope that I don’t give the impression that I’m just really attached to the Inquisitor (the Warden is my favorite hero, personally). All I’m saying is that it would make for a much interesting and compelling story if the Inquisitor were to continue as the main character in the next game. 

northern downpour // panic! at the disco

Hey idk if your reaction requests are still open but do you think you could make a reaction for Exo to when you want them to cuddle you all day but they have important things to do at work. Thank you if you can do it ☺️


Babbbeee I have to go to work…. *looks and you and sees the puppy dog eyes* FINEEEEEE

Originally posted by wooyoung


I will be back babe I promise…and if you let me go…I’ll reward you later

Originally posted by mminseok


Babyyyy let me go…. *you tug on him* JAGI PLS!

Originally posted by baehkkyun


*blinks* Why are you being so needy? *is slightly amused but won’t admit it*

Originally posted by kyunseu


Him: Alright alrightttt I’ll stay!

You: I didn’t ask you to?


Originally posted by wooyoung


I can’t stay babe…But when you look like that I guess I can spare a few minutes

Originally posted by ohbaekhyuns


I can’t even with you rn.

Originally posted by panicxprevention


I’ll be back I promise!

Originally posted by ygyixing


Is someone needy today?

Originally posted by kaibility

Darkiplier theory

Okay just hear me out…

What if Dark wasn’t just talking about Mark when he said he?

There are times where he says things like “Then he had the Gaul to not invite me to his little adventure with you…”

What if in this case, he was talking about Anti?

I know it’s a long shot, but think about it.  We saw no Darkiplier during Halloween.  He was probably angry that he didn’t make an appearance whilst Anti even managed to kill Jack.

There are probably many more cases of this, I just wanted to point it out.

Break The Distance - Jackson Wang

// hello!!! this is extremely fluffy and soft and i’m not really sorry one bit. i loVE JACKSON SO MUCH SO WRITING THIS,,,,PAINED MY ENTIRE SOUL,,, this is fiction so i understand some stuff is kinda off but itS MY STORY I CAN DO WHAT I WANT OK but feedback is extremely appreciated, thank you !!!! :) (should i continue this pls let me know)


Saturday mornings. You lived for Saturday mornings. Waking up at 7 am on a Saturday was your favorite thing to do.

Your alarm goes off at 6:40 so you have a little time to make yourself look not dead. You brush your teeth and run a brush through your hair a few times. Your mom knows your routine, so she has a pot of coffee already brewed. You make yourself a mug and grab a random breakfast bar from the cupboard. You rush back to your room and open your laptop, 6:57. You still had time, so you send a text.

Wow I’m actually ready on time for once :)

Your laptop starts ringing and you immediately press accept on the call. “Y/N!!! Gooooood moooorrrrnning!” Your favorite voice in the world fills your ears. “Hi Jackson.” You say with a laugh.

Jackson. Your best friend for the past almost four years, your boyfriend for the past eleven months. “How are you? Did you sleep well?” He asks, a smile on his face. You love his smile, it makes your heart skip a beat and butterflies arise in your stomach, even after four years. “I did! How was your day today?” He starts talking about all the things he did today, how the younger fencers are progressing very well, the goofy stuff he did with his friends, what his mom made for dinner. You love hearing him talk, you only get to skype once a week, because that’s when it fits both of your schedules.

Oh, yeah… Jackson lives halfway across the world.

You met six years ago on Myspace, both of you look back and laugh at how cringey you both were. You were 13 at the time, he was 14, he lived in Hong Kong, and you were stuck in (y/t). You both made it work, talking every single chance you had, waking up to millions of snapchats throughout the others’ day. People call you both crazy, why would you do all this for someone you’ve never actually met? That didn’t matter to either of you. You trusted Jackson more than any other person on the planet, and he felt the same about you. You both have multiple followers on both of your social media websites from the cute posts to each other, pictures of your skype calls, people love it, for reasons neither of you knew.

And yeah, it’s hard. It’s very hard, especially since you two started dating. Being long distance best friends was hard enough, but dating? It was frustrating, but you made it work. You and Jackson worked together like a well oiled machine, both of you never missing a chance to talk to the other. People were envious, always saying how you two were “goals” and saying they “wish they had a relationship like yours”, but they shouldn’t. It’s hard not being able to kiss away his insecurities when they eat him whole, it’s hard not being able to hold his hand and feel how warm they are, I’ve never felt his arms around me, the closest thing to knowing his scent is the sweaters he’s sent me, I don’t know how his lips taste… It’s hard. But he makes it worth it.

“Sooo… babe I have something to tell you..” He says, looking away with a small smile on his face. “Okay..? Jackson you’re fidgeting, so this must be good news!” You chuckle. He stands up for a second and grabs something in front of him. “Okay… so, you know how our four year friendaversary and one year anniversary are coming up?” He asks, looking into the camera this time, trying to hold back his smile. “Well, duh, idiot? How could I forget?!” You tease him, smiling when he pouts slightly. “Weeeeeellllll.. Uh… I may or may not have talked to my parents and your parents….” “Wait.. you talked to my parents?” “SHH! YOU’RE KILLING THE MOMENT!” You roll your eyes at him, chuckling at his childishness. “Anyway.. before I was ruDELY INTERRUPTED…. I’m, uh.. I’m coming to see you.” He says, a smile bursting through his face, holding up his plane ticket in his hand. You feel your throat dry, tears welling into your eyes, “Jackson.. you’re not being serious.” You manage to croak out. “A week. I’m coming in a week.” You’re sat there in disbelief, staring blankly at the screen and his words sink in, and the tears start. “JACKSON YOU’RE FUCKING LYING TO ME I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU’RE LYING I’M NEVER GOING TO SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN.” You yell, covering your face with your hands, which were clad in the sleeves of one of his sweaters. “Why would I lie? THIS IS NOT A LYING MATTER Y/N.” His laugh bounces through your room. “Hey.. Princess come on, don’t cry this is supposed to be good!” His  voice is quiet and scared, like he thinks I don’t want him here. “Jackson, this is almost four years of skype calls, texts and snapchats, and in a week you’re going to be sitting in my house? I’m veRY EMOTIONAL RIGHT NOW OKAY?” Every nerve in your body is buzzing. He’s coming. In a week, 7 days, 168 hours. You’ll have him in your arms, for the first time ever. “How long are you staying?” You ask, peeking over your hands. “If you’d actually look at me I’d tell you.” He remarks, making you drop your hands and huff at him, smiling. “Two weeks.” Your eyes literally almost burst from your head, “HOW ON EARTH DID YOU GET MY PARENTS TO AGREE ON TWO WEEKS?” “I’m magic, baby. That’s how.” He smirks, and you roll your eyes at him.

You two continue chatting, making plans for when he comes, talking for hours about everything that’s happening in your lives, before you realize it’s almost midnight there. “Shit! Jackson, go to bed, it’s late.” “But baaaabe.. I wanna keep talking to you.” He whines, pouting and giving you his signature puppy dog eyes. “No, Jackson don’t do this you need to sleep. You said you have important stuff to get done tomorrow.” You try getting him to listen just once. But, for some reason, he complies, “Fiiine.. But will you stay on until I fall asleep?” You realize the sleepiness in his voice and smile, “Of course, baby.” He curls up in his bed, pulling the blankets to his chin, and lays down, staring at his side of the screen, a wide grin on his face. “What?” You ask, smiling slightly. “This is our last Saturday chat before I come see you.. Next Saturday I’ll be there with you, to have our Saturday chat in person.” His voice giddy, but still tired. Your heart warms so much, it almost feels on fire. “Yeah.. It is.. After this, it’s going to be so much different.” “I know.. But I can’t wait.” His sleepy smile radiates off his face, and you smile back. “I’m going to go to sleep nooow.” You chuckle, “Okaaaay Jackson.” “But don’t hang up!” “I won’t until you fall asleep.” “Good..” His voice carries off, and you sit there with him, messing on your phone before he falls asleep. You take a quick picture of him sleeping with you up in the corner and post it on Instagram with the caption,

Last Saturday Skype chat with my sleepy boy :) @jacksonwang852

Real wife material tho

Just Dating Aranea Highwind things:

Originally posted by gigglincactus

  • Let’s be clear, Aranea Highwind is not someone you cross, not someone you try to control, not someone you fuck over or mess with. She is absolutely an intelligent independent boss ass bitch; don’t be fooled by the outward indifferent attitude. The woman knows exactly what she can and cannot do, but trust me when I say there isn’t much she can’t do. Aranea lives in the immediate moment and the choices she makes are firm and forever, never made lightly, so be proud that she’s chosen you to stay by her side. She would never settle for second best.

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girl: i have to work harder at sticking to this diet!!! i hate it so much…
me: youre on a diet??????????????? why!?!?!?!?!?!?!
girl: my mom is making me. i don’t really want to be, but y'know…
me: if i were you, id tell her to fuck off. you’re seriously beautiful.
girl: *blushes adorably*
me: …
me: …
me: *o fuk*
me: *sweats* butimeannotasbeautifulasthatguyrightthere?? o n theboard there??? imeanlookatthoseh airyarms!1!! amiriteoramirite!?

To the Four of Us (Part Twenty Seven)

premise: modern AU chronicling the squad as they make their way through college and deal with general life things.
words: 2,139
warnings: drug mentions, swearing
all chapters: x
tags: @heythereitsloey @anitheunicorn @newyorkyoucanbeanew @lafbagxette @justafangirlwithanavy @iamgrayfox @ordinaryornate @schuylerjoon @georgewashingsin @trashyperson101 @crazydragon15 @but-if-you-had-to-choose @geespilots @marvelous-hamilfan @mynameisalexanderhammyham @panda-powers @and-maria @lafeyettegunsandships @schokoobananaa @allthegoodurlshavebeentaken @aphboi @hell-yes-puns-and-ships @aham-threw-his-shot-away @hesitantcat @nonstopspook @hamrevolution @alexander-did-you-know @allthegoodurlshavebeentaken @spitaverse-burr @angelizaandpeggy @isis278 @idk-destiel @engulfedinstars @hamiltrashuniverse @ahrupe @just-me-an-asshole @readfizz @skeletonmelodies @gum-and-chips @iminwaytoomanyfandoms @hadleyelizabethuley @fictionalboyfriends @ridiculousn3ssfangirl @pleuxvoir @liallow @kanadianwithashippingproblem @bucket-of-kittens @welcometohamilton @forth-schuyler-sister @fanwaffles @ariadne1004 @inspacewmorty @marshmallow-satan @anbu1997 @sinmineral

Alexander knew he fucked up. It was ten o’clock on a Monday morning and he was laying in his bed watching his ex-boyfriend get dressed to make the walk of shame back across campus.

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Animal Shelter Volunteer!Junhui

Woahhhh back at it again with the terrible bullet aus! I’ve got some things that I’m working on atm though so hopefully soon I’ll be coming at you with some proper scenarios (pls stay tuned ily)

  • GOd damn this beautiful boy
  • He makes me feel a lot of things okay yeye lets gO
  • Highkey uSEs his prettiness against people
  • ,,,,well that’s what it seems like but in actual fact he just really loves the animals and wants to cuddle them a lot* But yeah it ends up that the other people that volunteer there either end up fancying him or being entirely endeared by him and secretly wish they could take photos of him when he’s playing with the kittens and petting the dogs
  • “OKay can you just,,, stay there….”
  • “Alright?? Wait why are you getting your camera out?”
  • I could see him taking on a lot of shifts?? Just bc it’s quite a rewarding feeling and he gets a kick out of it also the animals are cute
  • The reason why he starts volunteering there in the first place is because he once adopted a cat from there with his family and remembered being so excited about it !!!
  • So yeah when he decided that he’d like to do volunteering he picked this shelter without a second thought
  • …………….which is really lucky wow
  • because you always come in every week without fail to donate food and toys and nice things for the animals
  • Everyone that works there knows you and endlessly ask you to join them and work there too
  • But you always say you can’t because you’re busy with school and extracurricular activities* The first time Junhui sees you he’s not only grasped by your kindness, he’s also kinda blown away by how pretty you are
  • When you leave he goes up to another worker
  • “Who’s that?”
  • “Oh! That was Y/N, they bring in stuff for the animals every week.”
  • And for some reason you kind of get stuck in his thoughts
  • He spends the following week eagerly waiting for you to donate things again
  • And when the day you usually comes in rolls around he’s so !!! and excited* “I ! might ! see ! that ! person ! again !”
  • THIS TIME HE PLans on talking to you because why shouldn’t he??
  • But then he realises he doesn’t know what to say
  • And spends the time up until you arrive being concerned and confused and worrying that he might be really awkward and terrible o no
  • So yeah,,, it’s a ‘disaster’
  • Nonetheless, you arrive at the shelter, donations in hand* Suddenly he’s at a loss for words and decides to dash over to where the cats are because he doesn’t know what to say and maybe he’ll mess this up even though he lowkey wants it to be perfect with all of his heart* Why though???? Because from what the other volunteers have told him you’re lovely and sweet and kind and actually have a really good sense of humour
  • But he continuously has to remind himself that you haven’t actually spoken to each other yet so he can’t get his hopes up too much that you’re some kind of saint-like person* So yeah he goes and hides with the cats and probably ends up petting one of his favourite ones for a little bit
  • But oh,,..,.,,,,. You’ve brought blankets with you this time and have asked if you can see some of the cats today
  • Therefore, unbeknownst to Junhui, you’re heading his way and the other volunteers have said that since he’s already in there he can introduce you to all the cats
  • And he’s just sitting there, tirelessly running his fingers through a cat’s fur when you walk in and go
  • “Uh, you’re Junhui right?”
  • But you sort of make him jump so he jolts a bit and turns around, the cat he was petting held tightly in his arms* (but obviously it doesn’t scratch him or anything,,,, probably not anyway)
  • And you’re instantly thrown off guard because??? This cute and pretty boy is holding this equally cute and pretty cat in his arms and looks impossibly endearing and attractive
  • While you’re staring at each other, Junhui would probably blurt out some awful and greasy line that makes you start laughing
  • “Hey! That wasn’t meant to make you laugh,”
  • Thankfully the laughter has broken any awkwardness that might have latched onto the atmosphere of the room, and as he shows you around and introduces you to his favourite cats you get to know each other a little bit and yeah it’s really nice
  • So let’s just say he’d end up eagerly awaiting your arrival every week
  • (and any texts you might send him when you work up the courage to give him your phone number)
Just Talk to Peeples

The post about “How do I talk to other Game Devs” (-First post-, -Second Post-) seems to be spreading, and a lot of Game Devs have reblogged it with tags like, “omg yes pls talk to me”. 

The thing is, people WANT to talk to other people but are too shy to. So! Let’s make an introductory post. Just reblog this with a little introduction about yourself. Feel free to add your discord or skype (or if you have a skype/discord chat, you can add that too) if you’re okay with people adding you there.

So. Without further ado. Say hello!

steroline: come to me whenever, I won’t let you lose control
also steroline: lmao let go of that part of you stefan or i’ll kill sarah

delena: turn it off, just turn it off that’s what I want you to do

stelena: let it in, find that one thing inside of you that makes you strong
also stelena: I know that this is torture but stay with me, your humanity is the one thing that makes you who you are, don’t let go

elena: *about to kill damon*
damon: pls stop
elena: no I can’t
damon: … think about stefan
elena: *compulsion wears off*

stefan: *compelled to feed on elena*
elena: you can fight it you just have to want it bad enough
stefan: *manages to resist*

damon: *ripper virus*
elena/katherine: its fine he won’t bite me
damon: *bites her without hesitation*

but you all wanna claim stefan and elena aren’t each other’s humanities? ok