random things i made for other things

“What were you thinking?” you asked.
“I was thinking about nothing.” I said and smiled.

But in reality.
I was thinking about how fast time flies and how life moves rapidly. I was thinking about the future and how my decisions would affect my own story soon. Sometimes I tried to imagine how I wanted things to happen. It’s like I’m writing a script for a movie. It’s as if I am giving roles to a lot of people that I wanted to stay in my endless book. I was thinking about my dream love story. I love to read, and sometimes I wish I can make those things happen in reality. I was thinking about random scenarios with different people. I was thinking about the last song I’ve heard—the last food I ate. I was thinking about the last thing that made me laugh—the last person that made me smile. I was thinking about myself—and other people. And I was actually thinking about you.

—  ma.c.a // What’s stopping you?
Turn ask replies into threads.

If you like a response I made, you are more than allowed to just take it and make it into a thread. Some of you do this already, but others might need a bit of a verbal confirmation to let them know that they are more than allowed to do so. When I put a lot of effort into something, I really do enjoy when it sparks the need to turn things into threads with people. Whatever random situation I put our muses in normally something that I’ve wanted to write for a while, and I assume that you do too because you sent me the thing in the first place!

Write out a thing and tag me or mention me. I want to see where things go from there. Plus, who knows, if you wanted something with our muses, breaking the ice tends to make it easier to get that thing.

Horny teenagers - Carl Grimes

HEY GUYS so I really wanted to write a smut but there is no plot so whatever is just smut and I wanted to write something like the last scene of 7x01 of TWD and I did it! I hope you like it, and remember English is not my first language and this is my first TWD smut

Warnings: smut and language

Words: 2599

Gif is obviously not mine ​

The past few hours in watch duty had been kind of a torture for me. I’ve been trying to control this since I’ve learned what it actually is. We grew up together, we’ve seen a lot of nasty things together and suddenly we were at the age of awkwardness and hormones and, apparently, mine decided to show up. I’ve been trying to convince myself that he would never agree with this and even if he did it wasn’t a good idea. It would do us no good. Well an orgasm would, though. ​

Here in Alexandria they have lots of books so I’ve been reading a lot, especially about biology – my favorite class in school – and recently I read about menstrual cycle and sexuality, there is this period when women are ready to get pregnant and that’s when you only want sex. For the past few months I’ve been trying to convince myself that I just want Carl because of this annoying period and he’s the only interesting boy around. ​

Sometimes I have this feeling that our friendship has changed in a certain way. I think it’s because of the hormones, but we’re touchier and even occasionally flirty. He has this habit of holding the back of my neck whenever we hug each other, or when I’m mad at something he rubs my shoulder or my back, he plays with my hair brushing his long and cold fingers against my ears and neck and sometimes he whispers something to me and I can’t stand that. The hot breath, that amazing voice, the way he says my name. Oh, man! I was losing it. ​

I felt ridiculous every time Carl popped in my head or whenever I decided to touch myself he would always wind up in my dirty little thoughts.

​“(Y/N), you can go. It’s my shift now.” I hear Spencer say.

​“Okay, thanks.”

​“Oh and uh… Carol asked me to tell you she’s taking lunch to Rick’s place.” ​

I nodded and left. Great, I’m having one of those crazy moments and I’m heading straight to the danger. You can do this. I took a deep breath and knocked. I heard laughs from inside and that made me happy because we were doing fine here, we were adapting at last. ​

Carl opened the door while holding Judith and gave me a smile.

​“Come in, (Y/N)” Oh please Carl not today don’t say my name. ​

The smell of whatever Carol cooked was amazing and she was sitting next to Daryl and they were gazing each other with such warmth, in a cozy and even romantic way. I wanted them to be together but right now it just made me want to turn around and look in Carl’s eye. ​

We sat down, ate and talked about the most random things. We talked about things we did before the apocalypse, we laughed at things that happened to us and we just enjoyed each other’s company. Don’t think that’s gonna happen again in anytime soon though. ​

Then I felt a hand touch my thigh lightly, I closed my eyes trying to keep it together because from where it was coming it had to be Carl’s. I looked at him and he was still paying attention to Glenn, who was telling something very newsworthy because Carl and a few other people in the table were concentrated. He caressed my thigh going down my knee and squeezed a bit and took his hand off. Like doing that was only a reflex, part of a routine. I don’t know if he hadn’t noticed or if he was just pretending to make me confuse. ​

Later in the same day he did that terrible/delicious massage in my sore shoulders. We offered to wash the dishes, so after lunch everybody went back to their normal activities, and when we were done I made a stupid joke about the amount of plates and forks and sighed. He must’ve gotten that as a complaint because he said “relax” and then came behind the chair I was sitting and pushed my hair aside. His hands were soft and steady, it felt great but I couldn’t let him carry on with this. I placed my hands on top of his and turned my head around. ​

“Does it bother you?” If he only knew what it actually does to me.

​“It’s not that. I just – I should probably get going.” I stood up and he held my arm. I don’t know why, honestly I do know, but when he did that I instantly approached him, looking at his lips. I was unsure if I wanted him to notice or not. If I wanted him to do something about it or just ignore the fact that I was staring at his lips wanting them so badly I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.

​“Stay. We can go upstairs and read comics if you like.” ​

I can’t, not anymore. “I don’t wanna read comics, Carl.” I tried my best to make the sentence self explanatory and bit my lip. ​

“Do you – uh, wanna go upstairs then?” He clearly wasn’t expecting my reaction but he didn’t step back. ​

“Yes. Yes, I do.” ​

He was obviously holding a grin but I didn’t care. He grabbed my hand and led me to his room. The walk was kind of awkward and very silent. When we finally got to his room he closed the door and came towards me. He cupped my face and kissed me tenderly, he was nervous, I could tell. I placed one hand in his chest and the other one in his hair, it was so soft. The kiss was a little sloppy because this was our first kiss ever, I guess. It was amazing though, I just wasn’t sure of what to do so I followed my gut and I believe so did he. ​

He lowered his hands to my waist and gripped it. I let out a needy sigh and I feel my cheeks hot in embarrassment. I took the hem of his shirt in my hands and lifted it, breaking the kiss. ​

“Are you sure about this?” ​

“Yeah.” ​

I ripped his shirt off and then my own. Carl looked at my breasts like they were a masterpiece, probably because he had never seen breasts before but it made me feel great anyways. I searched for his lips once again and this time he was more confident so his tongue was more demanding. He caressed my back lightly with the tip of his fingers making me shiver. I pull him closer to get some friction and I finally feel his boner and this time I moan in both pleasure and excitement. ​

Carl lays me down on the bed and kneels between my legs. He kissed my lower abdomen and came up, kissing my breasts still covered by the bra and my collarbone. When he got to my neck he gave me a hickey, probably wanting to mark me down as his and that turned me on so much I wanted to mark him too. He unclasped my bra and pulled it out so fast I didn’t even see what happened to it. Now he was finally looking to my breasts and he blinked a couple of times and said “Is it okay if I…?” ​

“Go for it.” ​

He grinned and caught one of them in his hand and massaged it. I had no idea that I was going to like Carl sucking my breast so much, when I felt his mouth on my nipple I was already in heaven, but when he sucked it was something else entirely. I wasn’t able to restrain my moans this time, they were a little loud. ​

Desperate for a kiss I pulled his hair to bring his head up, he moaned this time and I smiled in the kiss. I took off his belt and once I moved to the zipper his hand shakes a little while I brushed my hand in his arousal more than the necessary to open a zipper on purpose. Carl helped me with the jeans, picked a little package – probably a condom – and looked back at me only in his underwear and I couldn’t help but to look. I must’ve done something pretty greedy and ridiculously embarrassing because he had a huge smirk in his face. ​

"Shut up.” I said and the smirk became wider. ​

He took my shorts off and just stood there staring at me like I was his muse or something. I can’t say that I didn’t like it because I loved it but I felt a little uncomfortable. I am confident but suddenly realization of what we were doing and how I was in front of him hit me and I blushed. That didn’t stop me though, my cheeks were burning but so was the wetness between my thighs and I thought that was more important so I wiggled my hips against Carl’s to wake him up and it worked out exactly like I was expecting. ​

Carl touched the waistband of my underwear and looked at me again asking permission, I guess. Then I lifted my butt of the mattress so he could take the underwear easily and he did. ​

Carl gazed at my entire body and sighed and mumbled to himself “Finally we’re doing this.” ​

I felt butterflies in my belly and I smile, like an innocent virgin girl – which I am. I wasn’t the only one after all. ​

Carl did a trail of kisses from my neck to my lips and rubbed his thumb against my folds; I moaned and rolled my hips against his hand wanting more of that new contact. He smiled in the kiss, and I loved it. Actually I was loving every single moment of it. Carl slipped a finger inside me and curled it and took it off. Then he tried again, this time with two fingers. “Ah, Carl…” I groaned and mellow. My hands were gripping his shoulders for balance or control, I’m not sure, I just thought that if I let go I would fall. His hand were all over me making me shiver, his kisses weren’t sloppy anymore, and knowing that he wanted this too just made me feel better, maybe wetter too but that’s another case and he won’t be hearing about it. ​

He positioned himself to my entrance and gave me the look again, I nodded biting my bottom lip. Carl grabbed my thighs and spread them. He glanced to my core and licked his lips. That was so delicious to watch, it was kind of porn but it turned me on so much. He picked the condom and put it on. He pulled me down and I felt his tip in my entrance and rolled my hips to it. I wanted him to know how badly I wanted this, how horny he made me. ​

"Tell me if it hurts too much, okay?” So thoughtful, so gorgeous. I closed my eyes and nodded. Then I felt it inside me and I couldn’t hold back the almost musical moan. It feels so good, so right. He kept going slowly and suddenly I started to feel this strange ardency and I let out a painful moan, it wasn’t exactly hurting but the surprise and the little burning sensation were enough to make Carl gaze at me worried. ​

"It’s okay, you can carry on. Just keep the pace. I’ll be fine.” ​

He pushed a bit more and the feeling was still there but I tried to ignore it and Carl helped me a lot with that. His thumb came back to my clit, just up and down movements and he kissed me passionately while he pushed more. I was feeling the ardency but it didn’t matter because Carl was touching me so much, giving me so much, paying so much attention to me I couldn’t even process the pain. Carl was all over me, literally. In my mind, in my body, everywhere. ​

Once he was completely inside me with his eye closed and he sighed, he stopped and looked right in my eyes, he didn’t take his hand off my clit. The bad sensation was almost gone by now. “Are you okay?” ​

I grinned at him “Never better.” ​

He smirked and pulled it back slowly. It was a torture for him I could see in his eye all the effort he was putting into this, the self control and I smiled like an idiot. His thrusts were still slow and I think he was shaking a little. Just a little but he was. ​

I wasn’t completely comfortable yet but I was ready for this and his pace was making me impatient, I get that he was being nice and I love him for it but he could make this good for himself. So I rolled my hips a bit so he would understand that it was okay for him to go faster and maybe, just maybe, harder. ​

He picked up a good pace. It was faster but not too fast yet and it was so intense, it could be only me although his expression was showing that he was loving it as much as I was. His thrusts were getting faster and I was getting there, finally I was taking it all. This was so good, the pleasure was so intense and overwhelming. His sweaty body and his heavy sighs were giving it the best background ever. I think I’ve never seen such a sight. I let out a loud and full of joy and pleasure moan. He smirked at me because this was likely the most inappropriate moan ever. ​

I couldn’t stop them now, they just kept coming loud and awkward and hot, apparently. I decided to do something different for a change, I rolled my hips and caressed my body going down my clit and touched it for him to see it. ​

"Fuck, (Y/N)! That’s so hot.” ​

I smiled widely and arched my back feeling a delicious ache in my lower abdomen and feeling like there was not enough air in my lungs and the strength was leaving my body and I needed desperately to grip something – that something were Carl’s shoulders again – then I felt like I was falling apart and pleasure and relief hitting me like a truck. ​

"Oh God, Carl!” That was almost a scream, thank God we were alone in the house. ​

My orgasm show was enough to bring Carl his own, and again was an amazing scene to watch. He moaned loudly and let his elbows clench a little, falling on top of me. He was breathing heavily and he was all sweaty and that was so hot. I felt his heart beating so fast in his chest and I grinned satisfied. He threw himself in the bed and took a deep breath. ​

He seemed so tired but he was smiling so hard it was creepy. Us smiling wasn’t something easy to see. That made me even happier because I made him smile, I was smiling, we were satisfied and that’s all we need. ​

"That was fucking awesome!” ​I laughed at his excitement. I turned to face him and his eye was piercing. He was so handsome I couldn’t think properly sometimes, like now.

​“We can do this again sometime, if you want to.” I said a little scared but mostly confident that he would want to. ​

"Can ‘sometime’ be now?” he said with a smug smirk on his face and I laughed again. ​

"Okay, loverboy, just give me a few minutes and we’re back on.”

Creature-only test results for my Java program that creates randomized mtg cards. The naming convention is now my favorite part.

How Does Ni work?

This is how I experience Ni, and how I observed it in Ni users I know. 

Listening is hard
I will often stop listening because the subject made me think about something else (something more interesting), then this new idea will lead me to another one, then another… In a few seconds, I’ll be far away in my head and will sometimes say things that’ll look totally random. I can also get enthusiastic and jump to a new subject, middle-sentence, because I got a new (better) idea to talk about (which can be annoying to other people). And having to pay attention to uninteresting things is intellectually painful because I have to make the effort to not drift away in my mind.

Thinking about everything, all the time
Our thought process is not straightforward unless we’re working on it to be that way (with Te’s help, for example, to get something done). We’re not thinking about a few things: we’re thinking about everything at once. Picture a black hole: no idea can escape; we think them all. It might seem to other people that we only have good ideas, or that we can’t have many ideas, because we’ll express only the best of them. We can’t trust an idea unless we’re sure we can’t think a better one.

Paralysis
How do you know you made the best choice? How can you be sure your idea is the best? You can’t. You don’t know. This can get us stuck. Sometimes, we miss opportunities by hesitating too long. We have to rely on our other functions to move, to do something. And we have to trust ourselves. 

Hello, intensity, my old friend.
Ni is deep. Sometimes, a bit heavy. It makes us drawn to intellectual things, art with a great meaning, talking about what moves people (love, their interests, hard things they experienced, things that changed them…), books on various topics… I often won’t think someone is my friend if we don’t share something special. If you’re just a body to spend time with and have fun, that’s nice, but I won’t be your friend unless I’m sure I deeply know you.

Turn it off, please!
Ni is all about wisdom, blah blah… I wish I could turn my brain off sometimes. I try to, mostly through my inferior Se: eating, drinking, singing (I sing so much)… I’ll watch stupid movies to give myself a break and laugh about silly things. I often avoid so-called intelligent movies because most of them fail to both amaze me and amuse me. And I’ll almost never miss a chance at watching something creative or weird.

Creativity
Ni needs to find the best ideas, or the best plans. The way to get to that is through creativity. Sometimes, the perfect way to go is an old, overused one, and it’s ok. I won’t try something for the sake of it being new if there is a less fun but more intelligent way. Most Ni-people I know are into arts or writing, or both. Personal arts and writing projects give Ni all the freedom it needs to fully bloom and it feels so nice.

Dedication and precision for the right things
If something is not interesting, I can’t go on for a long time unless I think it’s worth the effort. I also noticed, from me and also from Ni-aux users, that for a thing to be considered as done, it doesn’t have to be flawlessly done if it’s not important (chores, meaningless work…) but some other things won’t be remotely okay to us unless they are perfectly done.

Humor
I’ve been told by many people I should think about pursuing a career as a stand-up comic, but many people also don’t get my jokes at all. My INTJ friends told me that they often get taken seriously when joking, and that people can’t tell when they’re being sarcastic (so they just look like they are pretty mean or especially stupid). Both of them amaze me with how they can push the smallest thing into the most epic long-lasting joke, making fun links between things. (And watch up for self-depreciating humor from INTJs. We love that.)

Strange memory
I absorb information all the time. Ni collects knowledge and, later, fishes out what is useful. Sometimes, I don’t even know how I know something. I just do - because I read about it years ago or because I made links from another bit of knowledge. I’m also the kind of person to forget whole days or conversations if they were not meaningful. I often refer to my memory as impressionist. I have many blurry memories from which I keep the overall feeling and no detail.

100 Reasons Why I Love You – Theo Imagine

Requested by Anon: Can you do a Theo imagine where you are his gf and you always had been there for him, supporting him, defending him, and he never understood why you are still with him after everything he had done. And one night he asks you why love him and you give him like a hundredreason why you love him? i just need something fluff and cute w theo!!

Word Count: 1,293

Warnings: Mentions of sex but no descriptions. one curse word, and FLUFF!!!!!

Author’s Note: Feedback is always appreciated :)

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

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Y/N sighed in contentment as she snuggled closer to Theo in their shared bed. He had his arms loosely wrapped around her figure, which she found a bit odd. He always held her tight against him, with the intentions of never letting her go and holding on to her for every second possible. Wanting for his affection, she buried her face at the crook of his neck, but got no reaction from him. In fact he was tense. Something was bothering him and she didn’t know how to approach it. Theo had never been good at talking about his feelings.

She slowly and carefully started tracing random shapes on his chest as she peppered his neck with small kisses. “Babe?” Theo hummed in response. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he sighed deeply.

She looked up and quirked an eyebrow at him. “Liar.”

Theo just gave her a small smile, which surprised her even more. She expected him to chuckle, maybe even defend himself, but he didn’t. She knew this was serious.

She gently pulled his chin down, making him look at her. “Talk to me, babe,” she said softly.

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new irrelevant headcanon here goes

Hey remember this ep?! It’s episode 47 of Advanced Generation, in which May meets and captures a Skitty!

So the story goes like this: May finds a wild, ill Skitty and brings it to a nearby therapy center, where the little ball of sunshine quickly regains its strength and soon starts jumping around, taking interest in anything that moves and rustles like the kitty it is.

Then Ash, curious about its behavior, walks up to Skitty, pulls out a cat toy OUT OF NOWHERE and plays with it for a while.

The toy clearly doesn’t belong to the therapist, since you see it nowhere in the room where they’re staying (and anyway, you don’t just take and use other people’s things without asking).

So either Ash discovered his crafty side and made one within lightning speed (which would be hilarious in itself), or he had it with him, which is more likely. Ash, who’s never once owned a kitten-like Pokémon, carries cat toys around. I mean, that thing clearly has no other purpose. It’s not some household item.

So tl;dr headcanon: Ash carries random toys around for no other purpose than to play with Pokémon he meets during his journey.

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Yoongi (MinSuga/talkswithsuga&hope) 6.9 million subs/ 4.3 million subs

  • So Yoongi would have a channel kind of like Namjoon’s 
  • there would be tips and how to’s on everything and anything to do with music, live performances, and covers
  • and he started this series on his channel where he would just talk
  • he’d just talk about random things having to do with music and such
  • and people realized 
  • hey this guy is smart, i wonder what his view on other things is 
  • and people requested that
  • so he started doing talks about other things, like politics, his favorites things that month, and other stuff like that
  • and people suggested he made a separate channel
  • and so he thought why not
  • he called the channel talkswithsuga and he uploaded video a every Wednesday
  • he talked about things currently happening in the world, news, places he wants to travel one day and just random stuff like that 
  • he even brings guests on the podcast, like Rap Monster, JungKook, and Jin
  • but mostly he brings on Hoseok
  • and while people had seen the others on his main channel before, they’d never seen Hoseok
  • so it was a surprise to say the least
  • and Yoongi had Hoseok on the podcast so much, it came to the point where he was in every video
  • and after a year of him being in the videos, yoongi thought it was time to add his name to the channel
  • and then was born talkswithsuga&hope
  • and there was videos about really deep conversations and just ones where they had fun
  • like
  • what comes after death?
  • reading our palms and tarot cards
  • reading weird fanfiction
  • conspiracy theories #5
  • and just cool stuff like that
  • and literally everyone thinks they’re dating, but they don’t even know themselves
  • they both know they like each other? 
  • but nothing has happened?
  • so?
  • Yoongi’s is just really confused, okay? 

So i went on a Jenna and Julien podcast binge and this happened. Yeah. 

others

Jin (EATJIN)

Namjoon (Joonmonster) 

Hoseok (Hope On The Street/talkswithsuga&hope) 

Random singing

Today one of my friends noticed me singing randomly while my other friends were having a conversation (like I always do) and she said, “Omg I’m the exact same way! I literally will start singing if I hear someone say a phrase that sounds like a song lyric and basically interrupt the conversation.” It made me happy to hear that I’m not the only one disrupting perfectly normal conversations by breaking into song. Is singing song lyrics randomly a very INFP thing to do? 

RFA: MC Is Stressed

I’m sososososo sorry this took so long, we’re all stressed out here. I hope you had a productive and positive week, tho!  -Admin Phae

Yoosung:
- Haha wow
- Does he know this feeling fam
- Because of this he also knows that you shouldn’t put off anything
- Of course if you’ve been working non-stop for a while then you should have a break
- But if something that’s stressing you out is incomplete work then you should make that top priority
- Once you’ve done all that he makes sure to tend to all of your needs!
- Thirsty? Here, let me get you a drink!
- Hungry? I’ll make you whatever you want!
- Hey, you look tense. Want me to give you a massage?
- It’s actually a little overwhelming
- You have to try super heard to get him to stop
- He just wants to help
- Of course if you enjoy it then he’ll wait for any order
- He’s like a very dedicated butler
- But if not then he’ll tone it down
- However he still will get you anything you ask for
- He’s pretty good at taking your mind off things
- Even if he doesn’t mean to
- He’s just so adorable and oblivious that you forget any worries you have temporarily
- He also surprises you with things
- Like little gifts
- And your favourite drink
- And a snack he knows you enjoy
- Even though they don’t cost much you wonder where the money’s coming from
- But he assures you everything is a-okay
- And won’t let you suggest otherwise
- This is the one thing you don’t get a say in
- And he doesn’t expect anything in return!
- (But he’s endlessly thankful if you treat him, too, when he’s like that)

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“Our first hello and final goodbye.” [b]

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff & Angst

Format: Text Post

Inspired by: Lost Boy - Troye Sivan

[Prologue] [a] [b] [c] [d] [e] [f] [g] [h] [i] [j:END] 


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Y/N’s p.o.v

I back at BigHit again to rehearse. We didn’t even end up rehearsing yesterday, the other members left us alone to get to know each other and there are so many charming things about him. 

“Sunbaenim hello.” He greeted as I walked into the room.

“Ah please just call me noona, there’s no need to be so formal.” I smiled at him and he smiled back, his smile was so pure it was just mesmerising. I snapped out of it when I had realised that he was waving his hand in front of my face. “Ah sorry, which song are we doing?”

“Music Bank wanted us to do a ballad, the hyungs suggested we do Wildflower.”

“I love that song.” I exclaimed a little too happily. I looked at Jungkook only to see he was smiling at me.

“Me too.” he replied calmly, not once did that smile fade off his face.

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So after dealing with yet another mansplainer today, I had a bit of an epiphany. Women are not allowed to be casual fans of a thing. We are not allowed to be like oh yeah, that movie was okay. That anime series was decent. Football is fun to watch but I don’t really know anything about it. We have to be all in. If we play video games for fun? Faker. We have our knowledge tested at every turn. When a man sees another man in public wearing a shirt from his favorite sports team, they strike up a convo. Oh hey, you like this thing too?? What do you think about blah? 

Women? We get; oh please, you’re not ACTUALLY a fan. Your husband/boyfriend/male SO must be into it so you got into it too. And when you’re like no no, I’m a huge fan, (in my case, my husband HATES sports in every capacity), you get the questions. Oh really? YOU’RE a fan huh? Sure you are. Who won the cup in 1983? Who scored the game winning goal? What’s the complete roster, including call ups of both teams you follow? Etc Etc. And while I CAN answer these questions, a women shouldn’t be excluded from being a fan if she can’t. What if she just started watching it recently? Why does it matter? Why can’t we just think, hey this thing is kinda fun!, without having to be a super-fan? Because that’s what it is. The kinds of questions I’m asked, most male fans can’t even answer them. But because I have the audacity to be a WOMAN, I have to be able to answer them or I’m “fake”.

When I had my motorcycle, I had to be able to change the oil, talk about all the specifics of the engine, why I chose that particular bike, etc. And the amount of men who made a disgusted face at my husband when he’s like “oh no that’s hers, I hate motorcycles” was astonishing. (as an aside, this was never other bikers. just random men) 

Women are not allowed to just ENJOY a thing. If we’re into sports, it must be because our SO got us into them. Or you get the particularly gross comments of “oh your SO is so lucky to have a girl into this thing”. because apparently we only get into our hobbies for the dicks in our lives?? And god, it’s even WORSE if you’re LGBT+. “Well you’re, *you know* OF COURSE you’re into sports”. It’s disgusting. It’s offensive. Women are allowed to like things.

AND ANOTHER THING. I CAN DAMN WELL LIKE THE SPORT AND THINK THE FUCKING PLAYERS ARE HOT TOO. 

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Many many years ago now, back when I was 15, I stumbled upon a Zelda fanfiction called “The Return” by Rose Zemlya. Its aged quite a bit since that time, but that particular story has stayed with me, to even now, 12 years later. “The Return” And “Reconciliations” is by far two of the best fan made Zelda adventures I’ve ever been on through writing, and it jump started me into a drawing frenzy. Rose came up with relatable characters that I loved, even though they were not within Zelda cannon. I agreed with a lot of her theory crafting on the Zelda lore, and I remember some fond days on the old forums that used to be around. 

I remember spawning a small fic for Brayden and Natalia, probably my favorite individuals with Rose’s Zelda world. It was one of the most enthusiastic things in my life for a very long time. It’s one of the few things I look at and can fall back on to have a good vibes. To relive good moments and memories, and to share those with others via through my various live readings and recordings of Rose’s writing. 

I’m not sure if Rose will ever quite understand what these stories (and eventually the original offshoot) mean to me. It’s strange. I feel a part of the process now, seeing as we’ve made so many different little AU offshoots, Human!Fi… random little discourses that have made my day and have spurred me to create and illustrate stupid to serious ideas. It just feels rather strange. If i hadn’t run into this story, I don’t think I would have been as enthusiastic as I had been about Zelda. But perhaps I’ll never know. Regardless, these stories just make me feel more alive than anything… and that’s something special. That’s something magical. And it reminds me of the power of writing and creativity constantly. 

So thank you Rose for these great chapters over the years… and thank you for your commitment to your craft. I know its mostly happenstance that a wide eyed Zelda fan girl stumbled upon your work, and then just began to draw endlessly, but it’s a happening that I do not regret. And it’s something I certainly want to draw again. 

P.S. I can’t wait to meet Mudora for real. 
@rosezemlya

Big Step

Originally posted by bangtans-baby

Opening the door to his apartment, I hear him talking the guys must be here. I quickly make me way into the kitchen because I don’t want to distract them. They have been planning Dabin’s next video and its really been a challenge for Christian, he wanted to out do himself. Which I support fully but I know he’s going to overwork himself. Being honest with myself it has alright started, that’s what I’m doing now. I called him to ask he had free time, because we haven’t seen each other in about 3 weeks. He of course responded ‘I always have time for you love’  which was so sweet, then he asked if I could pick up some groceries on the way. Christian and I have been together for about two years, and this last year has really just made me realize how amazing he is. More so, how lucky I am to not only know someone like him. But to be able to call him mine and to cherish every moment I get to spend with him. Even when we fight he is the first to apologize. Always saying he can’t stay mad at me, even though I know it’s because I’m stubborn and will ignore him till hell freezes over.  

To lost in thought I didn’t here he enter the kitchen, I feel his arms circle around my waist. He gently places his head on my neck. I lean into his frame, molding our bodies together, Relaxing a little because this is where feel safe and secure the most. He sighs before pulling back to let me finish cooking, I can practically feel how stressed he was just from the how much he leaned on me. Kissing my forehead before retreating to the living room to play with Lori, I smile looking at them. Knowing he was doing it because he was avoid the conversation he wanted to have. Which is yet another reason I’m here, because he had something important to ask me. My eyes wander back to the them, I see Christian staring at me he smiles. “When did the guys leave?” I ask turning back the food. “Just a little bit after you got here.” “I didn’t know you heard be come in, I trying to be quiet.” I retort bringing the food over to the table. “ I heard you come in I just wanted to finish with them so I could spend time with you. Plus you didn’t say anything when you came in, so I assumed you didn’t want to be bothered.” I look at him because that’s pretty the same thing I thought. I look at him making my way over to the table with something to drink. “ Oh, I thought the same thing because I know about the video.” We just laugh at each other, because what are the odds. Talking about random things as we finish the meal. I get up taking the dishes into the kitchen, washing them before I go relax with him. He tries to help but its literally just the plates we used. 

As I made my way to the living room, Christian was just sitting on sofa running his fingers throw his hair. When he spotted me all he did was smirk “ Come here” he said softly holding his arms out. I walked over to him, sitting on his lap I look at him. “ What has been bothering you? I was hoping you would just tell me.” He sighed as I spoke to him obviously wanted to avoid it a little awhile longer. “ It’s the concept for the video, well that and some else.” He says not looking at me. “ And what is that something if I may ask?” Placing my hands on face making him look at me. He leans his forehead on mine, I felt him relax closing his eyes. “ I been think we could move in together you know, I wasn’t sure how to ask you or what you might say even.” he opened his eyes leaning back to see my reaction. “ I didn’t want you too think I’m rushing you or anything. I just know that I love you and want to live with you okay.” He stares at searching my eyes for an answer. I grab his face again bringing his face closer to mine. Our lips graze together, “ I would love to.”  I whisper against him, before kissing him softly. He chuckles into the kiss “ I’m glad.” He says kiss my forehead. 

A/N : I don’t own this gif. I wish something like this would happen to me fr. 

INTP’s Weird Habits

Pressing the lock button on my car fob 37,000 times because just hearing the car beep once is not a good indicator that I have locked my car.

Organizing books by genre and author … yet simply throwing dvds randomly onto the shelf like who gives a fuck.

Burning my hand on a cup of hot water because I am trying to read a book, make tea and pet my dog all at once.

Stepping on the same sharp object repeatedly because I am too distracted to pick it up the first time I step on it.

Saying ow prematurely.

Pointing out the breaks in patterns so other people are as annoyed by the inconsistencies as I am.

Poking other people, because I have a finger and why the fuck not.

Thinking something really offensive out loud and then trying to back step out of it.

Making weird faces while I am sitting on the couch by myself.

Weirdly lengthy eye contact with my dog … I think it makes us both uncomfortable but whoever looks away first is the loser.

Naming all my pets after star trek characters and then teaching them commands in Klingon.

Asking people if something is normal or not, then not allowing their answer to change my actions in the slightest.

Asking for advice about a choice to be made and then doing the opposite of what the other person recommends.

Waiting until I am almost dying of thirst to refill my water, because who has time to walk 10 feet to the sink.

Falling asleep in random places, at unpredictable times.

Constantly feeling like I have forgotten something, but never figuring out what it is until it is too late.

anonymous asked:

The last time any on here heard about H&L still being together was last year. This year nothing. And it’s almost 11 months old. A lot can happen in 11 months!

Okay, I’ve been ignoring all the anons about this subject, but here we go (it’s gonna be long).

You’re right, a lot of things can happen even in one day, but I think it’s naive basing our belief only on rumours or receipts, because anyone could say anything (unless this person is someone we really trust and know for sure knows something). It’s subjective, you know?

But I believe they’re still together for a lot of reasons, things that no one said, things that I can see. And I’m gonna mention only some of them:

  • The two weeks rule is still a thing
  • Sweet Creature is a thing (Have you read the lyrics, anon? Have you seen the way he sings it?)
  • Just Like You lyrics video and all the hints in it (George Michael’s story?)
  • They’re always MIA at the same time
  • They always pop up at the same time
  • Their family and friends are linked to each other, somehow (Gemma, Lottie, Lou, Antonio, their bands)
  • Their family and friends keep liking things about them (Waseem, Antonio, Clare liked some Louis’ pics from his The Observer photoshoot, for example, and Steve liked Harry’s post about his album, as well as Bebe kept talking about Harry)
  • Harry constantly mentions Still The One
  • The public separation and difference between them is pushed so hard
  • Their interaction on social media doesn’t exist, despite the fact they’re both under Sony
  • They’re both under Sony. Only the two of them
  • Their promo never happens at the same time
  • Louis had the proudest and fondest smile while talking about Harry acting in Dunkirk and saying the beautiful things Nolan said about him
  • They both interact with Larries (Harry, who doesn’t use twitter very often, followed two Larries today) and I don’t think they would do it if they had broken up. I mean, why encouraging them?
  • Louis took a day off promo for Harry’s birthday
  • Harry was in serious difficulty when they asked if Sweet Creature was about Louis and he said “I think the fun thing in music is you get to write a song and that’s all that you want to say on it and you don’t necessarily have to explain it much more than that. But I think if you really listen to the lyrics, I think you can work out whether it’s about that or not and I’d lean towards no”. Why should it be fun when people speculate about a song saying it’s about his ex? Why saying that we can get who the song is about if he said “And I’d lean towards no” then?  Why not saying just “No, that’s funny, but no”? Why being so uncofomrtable? And, again, have you read the lyrics, anon? Have you seen the way he sings it?
  • The way Harry looked at the footage of One Direction singing Little Things (a performance where the spouses serenaded to each other) when he was on the Quotidien
  • They’ve always been there when they needed each other during difficult times
  • The black and white pic on Louis’ instagram is clearly taken by Harry, look at the pics he took in 2014/2015
  • Louis wrote ‘Home’ for three times when a fan asked him to write something random for her

And a lot of other things I won’t say because, anon, I’m not here to convince you, if this is what you’re looking for. These things had happened until two days ago. They always happen.
As for me, I believe they’re still together, nothing has made me think they may have broken up.

I’m still here, larrying

CONVERSATIONS I SEEM TO FIND MYSELF HAVING WITH ENFPs ALL THE BLOODY TIME

(ok so lately I realised that I seem to have the same conversations with the ENFPs in my life. Here’s a list of the most frequent ones. The last one is definitely an everyday thing.)



ENFP: You have to stop shutting off your feelings. Have you tried… y'know… having feelings normally?

Me: Yeah, I didn’t like it.

ENFP: **deep sigh**


ENFP: HAVE I EVER TOLD YOU HOW I LOVE PEOPLE???!!!!

Me: A few times… yeah…

ENFP: WELL LEMME TELL YOU AGAIN



ENFP: I HAVE JUST MADE A GROUNDBREAKING DISCOVERY!

Me: Enlighten me.

ENFP: **insert random fact here**

Me: Well I feel… enlightened…


—-


Me: I need you to help me.

ENFP: What do you need? :)

Me: I need you to teach me how to people.

ENFP: See, I already tried doing that. It didn’t work.


ENFP: How do you put up with me?

Me: How do you put up with ME?

ENFP: How do we put up with each other?

Me: How did we even become friends

Pleiades

Pairing: James Madison x reader
Word Count: 1,627ish
T/W: Fluff
A/N: For @stardustandmoon‘s request: “Reader and James meet when Alex and Thomas get into a loud argument and the reader is very overwhelmed by all the noise and is semi-hyperventilating in the corner of the room. James comes over and comforts the reader because he used to do the same when he first met Thomas, they bond over how petty their friends are and he asks reader on a date (STARGAZING!!!) Highschool au” Oh highschool…how I don’t miss you. BUT this one was cute to write! 


Of course, senior year you had to switch schools… New people, new places, and you knew nobody except one person. You had met him the year you started grade school and he had transferred to the new school last year. Though you appreciated Alex’s friendship, he was very argumentative, so it wasn’t hard for him to start fights, which resulted in people giving him attention. He never ignored you, but sometimes you wished you had someone who would just chill and stay in the background and not in the spotlight as much. 

“So, how are you liking the new school?” Alex asked as you walked to the cafeteria. 

“Um, it’s a lot bigger, which kinda makes me anxious,” you admitted. 

“Well, you’re doing great newbie,” he nudged you as you both found a seat. 

“Oh man, I forgot my lunch in my locker,” he got up, “I’ll be right back, don’t move!”

“Okay,” you said feeling practically invisible to everyone moving around the room. 

It was loud and everyone had a group, except you. You had Alex, but other people knew him since this was his second year at the school, so they stopped to talk to him barely acknowledging you. Glancing over at one table, you saw a really cute couple and silently wished to yourself that you had someone like that. Pushing the thought back, you brought out your lunch and set it out. Crunching on a carrot you looked around for Alex, he should have been back by now. Hearing a collective gasp come from behind you, you spun around. 

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