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As a thank you post for reaching 1000 followers, I decided to gif my “all star team” from Pokéani ♥ 

Thank you so much, everyone! It’s been a fun journey with hopefully more great moments ahead! The people I’ve learned to know thanks to this blog have definitely made it worth it! To new followers: welcome, and feel free to talk to me any time :)

tygermama  asked:

I wish you would write a fic where - Anakin is sick of himself and gets his shit together and everyone's reactions are mostly 'O_O' 'he's possessed by a sith!' or 'omg general skywalker has been replaced by a shape changing alien!' and Anakin's just -_- 'i hate you all, you suck'

I love self-aware Anakin.

But I don’t think Anakin would come to this on his own–something would have to change his perspective…and I think it’s Padme. In particular, I think it’s Padme’s pregnancy.

Perhaps it happens early, and she finds out off-planet and retires to Naboo, and Palps doesn’t find out to send the visions because they have to keep it secret. Anakin, thinking more rationally, is like: I have to be the Best Father to my Baby, and starts to think “what would Mom do?”

And calms down. He centers. He begins to listen to Obi-Wan and meditate and realizes his shields were ragged and begins to heal because he *has to be a good parent* and good parents aren’t loosing their grip.

ObiWan is confused but pleased until he meets with Padme himself and is like “wtf twins?!?” And Anakin and Padme are like “wut” and then Anakin is like “Uncle Obi-Wan?” And Obi-Wan is all O.O.

Meanwhile, Palps hasn’t seen Ani in forever and pokes the council who sees Anakin being a Responsible Adult ™ and are like …“wut”.

And the council comes to Obi-Wan later like “Anakin is strange” and Obi hides the baby blankets he’s knitting like “I have no idea”

And they look to the 501st who hide the cribs and baby books and toys they’ve been collecting and collectively shrug.

And meanwhile Anakin, now with a more mature look, is like “ffs guys. It had to happen sometime”

And then Palps invites Anakin to the Opera, but Anakin hasn’t been having the nightmares, and then Anakin is like “why do you know a Sith Legend?”

And Palps is like “O.O”

And Anakin delivers Palpatine’s great big, no good, very bad day.

                                                        Thank You!  ミ☆ 407 followers!

 I’m not even sure where to begin with this, but thank you so much, ALL of you.. For making this blog a success and bringing me such amazing writing experiences with Rinoa, making me fall in love with her even more throughout the time here. Below are people, whom have impacted the mun’s life and the muse’s life as well. 

@aeristheancient: Autumn, I really miss you - You were one of the first people to welcome me here and honestly, you were the one that encouraged me to give her a try here when I was so timid about doing it. Really, if I have anyone to really give credit to, it’s you. <3 I love your Aerith, truly and you’ve been there for me in the past, I can’t thank you enough.

@prudentiae: Mani! I love ANY character you write, whether Squall to even Sorey to now Ignis, you’re a PHENOMENAL writer and have become such a little bright star in my life. You’re so nice to talk with and I promise, we’ll do that threat together soon then we can have our muses star gaze and even play little astronomy games together. <3 Your kindness holds no bounds, and you’re truly one of the most sweetest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of getting to know. 

@jourdevanille: Minnie, I love you and your Vanille ! You’re honestly so sweet and even if we haven’t really spoke much lately, never forget that I do think of you and expect that I’ll forever poke the precious cinnamon roll ! ;)

@blackmage-lulu: I’m including you in this because honestly, from the beginning, you helped me get on my feet. Giving me tips when it came to posting, helping me out. I can’t thank you enough ! You’ve been one of the people that taught me how to write here. Your Lulu is beautiful and I’ve truly loved writing with her and enjoyed talking with you. <3

@magitekelite: Straight up, the mun and muse adore you and Terra so so much! You guys have impacted the both of us and our lives. You’re my little gem and I love having you on my dashboard and the bonds we created between Rinoa and Terra. <3 I’ve always wanted to write with a Terra, and because of you, you gave me that friendship and more!

@prcmising: MY JENNY PUNNY. Omg, I just - you’re one of the funniest and sweetest people i’ve met here. I love your Namine so much! You place depth into her and I love lurking your threads no matter who you write with. You and your little puns made me laugh so many times and I enjoyed when we brought those puns on dash, it was a lot of fun! 

@lazuliss: My Wingly Twin! You’ve been one of the people that impacted me as well, throughout the group we wrote together in. I love you and your Noel, and I love the brother / sister creation we were placing in for Noel and Rinoa - I’m still looking forward to it ! You’re also one of the sweetest people here.

@lockedfighter: Tifa! I’m naming you here because since my personal blog before Rinoa, I started following you and have really adored your Tifa. You brought her to life, to many depths I had never seen before. I even started loving the ship you have with your Noctis. You two have built it up so much and placed a lot of effort into the muse’s, it clearly shows and I ship it so hard now! But even more so, you’ve been there for me when I needed guidance and you’re a lot of fun to talk to! I love your cosplays, my goodness - you rock them girl ! But, I know you’re going through a lot, just know I’m here and I’m sending you some positivity and strength your way love.

@jjillekkot: TIMBER NINJA. YES, YOU ARE MY OWL NINJA. I have gotten to know you as well and I love your kindness, sending me a christmas card last year - it was so sweet. [ ISMILEDSOBIG. ] But, you’re a lot of fun to see on my dash, you’re so sweet to talk to too, even saying I deserve happiness. Girl, if there’s anyone that deserves it, it’s you. : )

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number one | i

There’s a lot of weight on the shoulders of the heir to the Inje Hospital branch.

word count – 1.5k

genre: angst

I was born with a silver spoon or so you could say. My parents handed me everything I wanted in life, and everything seemed to come to me easy. I had the best clothes, the best food, you name it. But unlike the other kids, I grew up too soon. My father was the owner of a hospital branch and my mother was a housewife from a family that owned one of the largest warehouse companies in the world. I was expected to meet all their standards, even if that meant giving up my childhood.

My brother, Seokjin, went through the same things. But eventually, he turned away from our family and severed his ties to become an actor. Of course, my parents disapproved because he was the original heir to the hospitals, and no one wants a girl like me to have so much power. Since I became the new heir, I had expectations to meet. But he told me he never regretted leaving.  

It always confused me: why wouldn’t he like it? It was a wondrous life that everyone wanted to be a part of. My “friends” when I was younger hung out with me because they could live my lifestyle for just a few hours. Why would he choose something ordinary over these luxuries? But then again, what they didn’t know was how much you had to give up in order to have that. My father was rarely home, and whenever he was, it was to tell me I needed to go with him to a social event. That’s all I was—something to flaunt alongside their money. When I was young, being adorable was my charm. But as I grew older, my duties and responsibilities accumulated and when I went to business parties, I was expected to show everyone I was the daughter they all wished they had. And it was in those moments that I wondered if I would be happier living a life like Jin.

School wasn’t any less exhausting. I spent hours on end smiling at people who I really didn’t care about, and talking about the most irrelevant things. I don’t care if your mom wouldn’t get you your favorite eye shadow kit this past weekend. I don’t care if you failed the last exam. I don’t care about any of you. I just wanted to go to the gym, to listen to the rhythmic beating of the punching bag against my fists and hear nothing but my own breath. But it was hours away.

In English, I cast a glance at Namjoon. Kim Namjoon, Rank 1 of our class and the friendliest star student in the whole world. Note my sarcasm. He was attractive to some extent, and always passed his exams with flying colors. I hated him. A girl came up to him to ask him a problem and she splayed herself over his desk, her ass sticking up in the air. I’m on the verge of vomiting. Namjoon seemed unbothered though, and continued to gesture to the paper while saying something. More girls came up to his desk to ask “for help on homework.” They were blatantly flirting and it pissed me off. I gritted my teeth. Does he think he’s better than everyone else just because so many girls are after him? Great body or not, he’s just like the rest of them, trashy and full of himself.

“You’re looking at Namjoon an awful lot, see something that’s catching your eye?” Minji teased as she poked her pencil against my cheek. Minji has known me forever, and she has also known my hatred for Namjoon began before forever. Nevertheless, poking my buttons (and my cheeks) were her favorite pastime. “Y/N, you’re a model and a star student, what’s so great about dwelling on this low-life?” I shrugged and rolled my eyes, “He beat me on the last exam.” She twirled the pencil in her hand, “Out of how many exams you have beaten him? Get over it, girl. This obsession isn’t healthy.” I turned my attention to the math workbook on my desk, “Yeah, you’re right.” But that didn’t stop me.  

I couldn’t explain what about Namjoon made me tick. Was it the way that he was just so friendly to everyone as though it were his second nature? Or the fact that he didn’t seem to care that he was the highest rank in our class? Everything seemed to come easy to him, when I had to work hard to obtain my titles, keep my reputation, and not be a disappointment. The way he walked in the hallways as if he had all the time in the world infuriated me. His “Good morning, teacher” made my blood boil. The mere fact that he exists makes me want to tear my hair out. He had so many friends and he didn’t even have to try to be nice to people.

At the end of the day, I gathered my things quickly before rushing to the gym, leaving Minji behind in the dust. “Y/N WOULD YOU SLOW DOWN? NOT EVERYONE IS AS ATHLETIC AS YOU ARE.” My mind was churning with too many thoughts to let me stop and laugh. The thought of Namjoon still bothered me to no extent and it was killing me. I needed to go to the gym. I needed to just let it all out. Minji eventually caught up with me and she stared at my face for a few seconds before sighing. “You’re still thinking about him, aren’t you?”


I seriously have to be more careful with showing my emotions on my face when I’m thinking. Seokjin greeted me with a smile and a slap on the back when I opened the gym doors. “What’s with the look? Don’t you love seeing your brother?” I hit his chest affectionately and one of his co-workers choked back a laugh when he grunted at the impact. “Yeah, I love seeing you.” Sarcastic remarks aside, I meant it. I really did love seeing him. I just wasn’t in the mood today to play the role of an affectionate sister. Seokjin worked part-time at the gym and spent the mornings and afternoons in classes at the local university. I wouldn’t ever tell him, but I felt like home when I saw him.

Slipping on my gloves, I cracked my neck before focusing my eyes on the black lifeless bag in front of me. I closed my eyes, but all I could see were flickering images of Namjoon smiling. I bit the inside of my mouth to keep from screaming in frustration. Calm down. Position yourself. One. Two. Three. One. Two. My muscles were working with one another in one seamless movement after another. Sweat trickled down my forehead and I tilted my body to land a kick against the sandbag. My heart was beating loudly in my chest and my mind was numb. One. Two. Three. One. Two…

I let the familiar feeling of the cold water against my body soothe the after workout aches. My mind was relaxed and so was my tense body. These were the fleeting moments of serenity that I wish I could hold onto. Warm tears started to drip from my eyes. Why was I crying? I pressed my hand against the cool walls of the shower room and let the cold water splash across my face. Serenity. The voices of my parents echoed in the back of my mind and my eyes swelled up. What good is a daughter who can’t even score higher than the measly commoners on her exams? I would have gained more if I gave birth to shit

I closed my eyes and let the water drum against my skin. The memory of Namjoon’s speech from last year played in my head and my breathing became shallow. I’m proud to represent Ilsan Daejin High, he said, I will work hard to continue our prestigious reputation. I will not let you down. What an arrogant asshole. Did he think that he would be Rank 1 throughout all these years? He won’t, especially not while I’m around. I slammed my hand against the wall and let out an exasperated groan. I wiped the tears off my face and turned off the shower head. 

I’m not shit. I will never let myself be shit.


Finn Shelby x reader.

Reader is a scared of everything. Finn fluff, good ol Finn fluff.

Finn always teased you for being such a scaredy cat since the day you met. You were terrified of the dark, spiders made you scream and you pretty much refused to get into the fancy new cars because they went too fast. You scared easy and jumped at every little sound. Finn was forever poking fun at all your irrational fears.

“Stop it, I can’t help what I’m afraid of,” you pouted huffing as he laughed at you screaming as a bug crawled across the floor on the other side of the room.

“I’m so… sorry,” he tried to get out whilst laughing so hard he had pretty much keeled over.

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anonymous asked:

Kiss 16 -Aiden (like that one that Mitzy did that one time where she poked him)

Originally posted by nyanpasuminasan

(Ask Meme)

Mitzy looks up with surprise when she feels someone poke her cheek. Her face still streaked with tears, she blinks a few times to try and clear her vision. She could have sworn that no one else was around… Of course, sobbing into her knees does make it hard to hear when people are approaching. A small sigh of relief escapes her when she sees that it is Aiden. But why had he poked her?

Slowly raising a hand to her cheek, she suddenly realizes the meaning behind the gesture. A small smile forms on her face as she wipes her tears away with her arm. “T-thank you Aiden…” She says, looking at him gratefully. Although her eye is still slightly moist with unshed tears, none seem to be about to fall.

A letter is silently folded and put into her skirt pocket, before she stands up with a shaky breath. Of course, worry still crashes around inside of her like a wave. Her dad’s last job had been a setup… A snake in the grass, someone had turned on the group. Squealing to the authorities like a pig. Although her father and a few of his colleagues had gotten away, the cops are closing in fast. Like hounds on a hunt, they finally have a whiff of his scent and they don’t plan on stopping until their prey is caught. He doesn’t know when he’ll be able to send another letter…

Without warning, Mitzy wraps her arms around Aiden and hugs him tightly. Closing her eye, she buries her face in his shoulder. Even though Aiden doesn’t know what is going on and she can’t tell him without causing even more trouble for her dad, quietly hugging him helps her feel better. Feeling his warmth, his breathing… Just knowing that he is her friend and he is with her right now, brings her more comfort than she ever thought possible.

anonymous asked:

Could you please write some hurt/comfort with maybe a dash of fluff surrounding Jack and Crutchie- maybe where crutchies leg is really hurting or something? Thank you so much!!

Well, I’ve run out of fics to read in this fandom (and I’m trying to forget about the 20 page essay I need to finish…) so it’s time for me to emerge from this brief hiatus and w r i t e. Also, this got long, so…

A lot of the boys assumed that Jack could be, well, stupid, but Jack was a more perceptive than he let on. Crutchie knew this. Or, rather, had come to know this after Jack seemed to notice each time his leg acted up. Which meant, that Crutchie needed to be extra cheerful, extra outgoing and exuberant, all to hide the jolting tremors that ran up and down the bum limb.

It wasn’t as if it were anything super bad. Crutchie had dealt with worse. He knew he had. He must’ve. 

Only, he couldn’t think of anytime previous that had hurt as bad as this.

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