repetitive dates

date a girl who- what’s cooler than being cool?

ICE COLD!!!

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“I’d love to have a dating sim with the Hetalia and Nyotalia ladies.  The girls don’t get enough attention and are just side characters, and the Nyotalians don’t even have any games.  The chicks are just as interesting as the dicks if you actually gave a shit about them and stop being lazy and unoriginal by shoving England or Italy down our throats 24/7.”

She had sensed their pain, a feeling which could travel a fair amount if distance before she could even see the source. Though she had been set on her path, the sensation tugged at her like a fish caught on a hook and whether she really meant to or not, she had strayed. Off the path and through the wood, away from the hamlet she had marked as her destination.

When she found where the silent pleas where coming from, she wasn’t entirely surprised. Several covered wagons all fixed in a circle. It didn’t take much guess work to know what it was. The large banner reading ‘Midnight Carnival’ was the main give away. Such practices were not unusual. Animals were never meant to be kept in cages and would generally voice their discomfort, but something was wrong here. 

Sofia was but a traveling potion witch - or an herbalist in parts of the realm where magic wasn’t as welcome. She had little influence on how others conducted their business, but perhaps something could still be done. With an adjustment to the large pack upon her shoulders, she set off toward the caravan.

Approaching such a place was rarely a good idea for a person such as she. Though ordinary men could not see it, she was quite a peculiar girl. Her hair white as moonlight, that much they could see. But what was invisible to the ordinary human eye were the features that marked  her as not entirely human. A horn fixed upon her forehead and her feet were hooves, worn from her journeys on the road. She was quite an oddity. However, what magic she naturally possessed kept her rather safe from those who wished her arm, unless they themselves dabbled in magic.

Once she was within the grounds of the carnival, she paused to look upon the guise of a poor lion. Its illusion was fearsome but in reality, the poor creature lay within its cage, old and weary. A carnival that couldn’t even host the real creatures of folklore and legend. The only thing that she truly could commend was that the creatures here weren’t common to the land. If she could find the leader of such a place, perhaps she could reason something with them. 

@iheldyou

Okay guys, I could really use some prayers. This could be a long story, but I’m gonna try to keep this short. My sister and her 3 children were living with her boyfriend, and yesterday she moved back in with me and my mom. She says he was verbally abusive so yes, I’m glad she’s out of there. But this is a repetitive cycle where she dates horrible men and breaks up with them, and moves back in with us. It gets to a point where it is so stressful for myself and my mom to have her and the kids with us because she does this seriously every 2 years or so. I have been an emotional wreck for 3 days, and really depressed and hating life right now. It sounds beyond selfish, I know. And that is why I need prayers. Please pray for me that I am able to remain stress free and not get super depressed again. It’s a situation that is hard to explain, but it can get bad. It’s so hard to keep helping someone who keeps making the same mistakes. Please pray for all of us. I know I can’t get through this without God on my side. Thank you. <3 

MY THIRST IS UNQUENCHABLE. Yoosung imagine/hc’s for a casual date??¿ : o
-Anon


  She giggled as her boyfriend pulled her into the usual cafe they frequented. MC would never think these dates as repetitive, or that she’d ever get sick of them. As long as they spent time together, she was happy with whatever they did.

  “What’re you going to order, MC?”

  Her eyes scanned the oh so familiar menu. Unlike Yoosung, who liked to order something new every time he visited, she preferred to stick with the few select drinks that she would always order. “Hm, I don’t know, hot chocolate?”

  “Ooh! That’s a good idea! Two hot chocolates please!” he told the cashier.

  The time came where their drinks were called ready and the couple exited the cafe, a crisp autumn breeze hitting them upon opening the door. They began their walk down the shopping boulevard, a usual Saturday morning activity for them. 

  Early fall was approaching. The trees were beginning to turn from their dark green color to rich shades of red, orange and yellow, the air was chilly, and the busy streets were filled with people dressed in their sweaters and coats. “It’s a nice day out, don’t you think?” Yoosung commented before taking a sip from his cup. MC didn’t get a chance to respond when the eager boy grabbed her hand by surprise and started to pull her until they stopped in front of the park.

  “The playground?” her eyebrow arched in amusement. Was she on a date or babysitting a child? She wouldn’t be able to tell you what the answer would be. “Why’d you drag us here?”

   “Can I push you on the swings?” Right when his eyes met hers, she felt his puppydog eyes boring deep into her soul.

  She let out a sigh of defeat, she could never find the willpower within herself to say no to those eyes, “Alright, alright, but I get to push you after, okay?”
His face practically lit up in excitement as he made a beeline towards the swings. 

  A good hour of playing passed until they tiredly walked back to the bench where they had set down their belongings. Yoosung took a sip of his long-forgotten drink before nearly spitting it out. “Ewww…It’s cold now.”

  “Of course it is, but we can always get a new one if you’d like.”

  A smile spread across his face as he took his hand in her’s again, leading them up the path they had just came from, “Back to the cafe it is then!”

  ‘These dates will never get repetitive.’ she jokingly played in the back in her head.

The Holocaust museum never really leaves you.

It’s been weeks and sometimes I fall back into memories of the silence, the dark oppression of the train car, the way I reached the end of the exhibit and discovered I had been all alone.

It’s like falling, always, tripping in your sleep, heavy on your conscience. 

When I finished the tour, I was trembling, on the verge of collapse. I had somehow gotten separated from my group, so I was trying and failing to hold myself together. The last rooms involve “clean-up” and the images were so horrific I wanted to scream. I went sprinting through the Hall of Remembrance, crying, almost running into people, when I spotted someone I knew near the gift shop. She started to say something, but I just latched onto her, buried my face into her shoulder, and sobbed for a long, long time.

I didn’t really realize how terrible this mass genocide was. We learn about it over and over in history class, but six million dead is nothing. Six million is just a number, and not only that - it’s something too big to fathom. It’s statistics, dates, mechanical repetition of how they were outcasted, treated, killed. It’s nearly as systematic as the actual event was.

The museum strips you of that formality. I am haunted now by faces, histories crowding into my subconscious at random times during the day. People.

Six million people.

I hope I never get over it.

Jicheol Fic 2

SURPRISE! so idk why but i decided to continue this fic series XD as in this may end up being a chapter series :D so this fic goes with Jicheol Fic 1 yeah this is really different from my woozi fics or anything else so i hope you like it! sorry its SUPER long


“Okay,” Jihoon said to himself, wiping down his shirt for the fifteenth time. “Okay.” He lifted his fist and placed it right up against the door of apartment 917A. Taking in a deep breath and shutting his eyes, he repeated, “Okay.”

“Are you gonna knock yet?”

Jihoon turned around and glared back at Soonyoung, who was just leaning against their doorframe. “I was about to,” Jihoon flatly replied.

Soonyoung scoffed and rolled his eyes as Mingyu came over and stood next to him. “You’re still here?” Mingyu questioned, holding his bowl of cereal.

“He can’t pull himself to knock on the door,” Soonyoung smirked.

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Time Spent with You is Time Well Spent | Sehun x You

Characters: You, EXO’s Sehun

Requested By Anon

Can I request a scenario with sehun from Exo on your first date night him sleeping over your house watching movies not smut thanks only if your accepting right now

A/N: Writing this gave me feels and I ain’t even trash for Sehun so I hope this tugs at your heartstrings the way it did with mine.

Originally posted by luderella


“Do you want to spend the night at my house?” You ask Sehun without looking at him, your attention focused on getting your house keys out of your bag. He remains silent, even after you’ve taken out your keys. Wondering why he hasn’t responded to you, you look up at him only to see one eyebrow slightly raised. The corners of his lips turn upwards to form a smirk.

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lostdaemon  asked:

Sam is all "It's those little yellow guys again." Clint is "Guess Steve has a date tonight." And it's basically just the Avengers half-ass swatting Minions hands away from grabbing their bottoms as some carry Steve away. Except they don't grab Natasha's bottom, they measure her stylish, functional and dangerous black high-heeled boots to get some for Darcy. Natasha is all "You couldn't just ask out a girl from accounting, could you?"

part one here

“So are you coming to the SI mixer tonight? It’s gonna be fun,” Natasha asks as she slips up on his left.

“More fun than this?” Steve says prying the helmet from his head and running a gloved hand through his sweaty hair. His eyes scan the street but nothing is moving but a scrap of newspaper caught in a vent.

“Linda from accounting will be there. She likes you.”

“Strawberry blonde with the aversion to all things green?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, no, besides I-”

“It’s those little yellow guys again,” Sam says as he swoops down to land on his right.

“What? Where?” Steve says shoving his shield onto his back. “Nevermind.” He sees the minions then. A small pack of them clambering over the prone body of  a mammoth lemon yellow beetle, definitely not the car,  they’d been tasked with fighting half the afternoon. One of the minions tumbles to the asphalt and another begins laughing and waving its arms around cheerfully. “Damn it.”

“Are those…?”

“Minions,” Steve says, wincing as the minions turn as one and scramble to reach him. Natasha raises her weapons and Steve holds out his arm. “They’re harmless, Nat.” Natasha tilts her head at him, eyebrows arching up. “Trust me.”

“Cap! Cap! Cap!” the minions cheer as they swarm over to them. There’s a baker’s dozen of them crawling all over each other to hug him. It’s not pleasant. Nor is the constant chatter emanation from their mouths. He can only catch every seventh word or so, a repetition of ‘Cap’, ‘Darcy’,  ‘date’ and ‘‘la boda’ in the happy babble as they poke and prod at his uniform. One taps on his shield.

“I, uh, have a date.”

“Date!” says a minion with a single eye. Dave, Steve thinks, or possibly Fred.

“Da!” chorus the rest of the minions.

“Since when?” Sam says pushing away an inquisitive minion tugging at his left boot and shaking another from poking at his wings. “Hey stop that.”

Not a single minion touches Natasha. One minion with two eyes hidden behind goggles and dark spikes of hair on his head appears to be sketching Natasha’s boots on a small notepad. It’s tongue is caught between large square teeth as he concentrates.

“Since the last time they showed up,” Steve says as two minions begin to tug on his gloved hand.

“You couldn’t just ask out a girl from accounting, could you?” Natasha says glaring at one of the taller minions caught reaching towards her ass.

“Darcy Lewis, one of Felonius Gru’s daughters. She checks out,” he says before Natasha can say anything else. He wasn’t going to have a repeat of the barista at his third favorite coffee shop who just so happened to a) not be entirely human and b) was a HYDRA agent. Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen again.

“Darcy, Darcy, Darcy,” the minions chorus.

“Gelato,” cries another minion thrusting small gloved fists into the air. Dave, the minion, curled his fist and bopped the other on top of his head.

“She pretty?” Sam asks, and Steve fails to keep his face neutral.

She’s gorgeous, he wants to say.

A  minions pulls out a small black cube and holds it up to Steve. “Thank you,” he says taking it carefully.

“Darcy,” the minion coos and presses the top of the cube. The cube unfurls into a rectangle his hand and a video plays of the night the minions kidnapped him.

“I’m not marrying him,” Darcy says waving her hands about in the video.

“She’s pretty,” Natasha says thoughtfully as she pulls the tablet from his hand. 

“Hey, watch where you put your hands,” Sam says turning around and rubbing his behind. “That one pinched my ass.”

“Bottom,” chirps the minion in question, a wide grin on its sunny face.

“Stop that,” Steve says pulling his hands free of them minions to cross his arms over his chest. He levels the minions with his best Captain-America-is-disappointed face.

Two minions’ lips wobble and a third bursts into tears.

Damn it. Steve sighs and wishes he had the patience of a saint. Or a sniper.

“Nice going, Cap, look what you did,” Sam says, awkwardly patting  a minion on the head as the minion clings to his leg.

A minion, with a single eye, starts pointing at the watches strapped to his wrist and taps his foot impatiently. Steve’s pretty sure neither watch tells the correct time. The minion spits out a string of babble ending in ‘la boda’.

“I’d like to date a girl before I marry her,” he hears himself say on the video. Steve winces. It really sounded better at the time.

“Who knew you could be so smooth, Rogers,” Sam says clapping him on the shoulder. There’s laughter in his voice and and Steve’s mouth twitches up at the corners.

The minions swarm over Steve and begin to push and pull at him. “Hey, hey,” he says.

“Have fun on your date,” Natasha calls out behind him.

Sam adds a far too cheerful ‘don’t forget to use protection’ that stops the minions in their tracks and makes Steve wish he had better friends. The minions glare at Steve small arms crossing over their cylindrical chests. The tips of Steve’s ears grow warm and he holds his hands up in front of him.

“Thanks, Sam,” Steve says dryly.

“No problem, man,” Sam replies. The minions chatter among themselves, occasionally giving him pointed looks before they begin to pull at him again leading him in the opposite direction from the beetle.

“Wait, I can’t go out like this,” he says waving at his uniform covered torso. The minions ignore him as the tug him towards an inconspicuous grey van with two minions leaning out the window of the driver’s side.  

“Da,” says Dave, nodding his head enthusiastically.

Sunlight glints off the safety glass of the minion’s goggles and burns into Steve’s eyes. He really hopes that Darcy leaves the minions home. He has a feeling there will be minions spying on them anyway. Steve’s right boot squishes with every step he takes. “No, wait. My apartment first,” Steve says stubbornly. “I’m not going to go on a date smelling like bug guts.”

The minions blink up at him.

“Darcy won’t like it?” he tries again.

“Oooh,” the minions coo and start jabbering excitedly among themselves.

“Come on then,” he sighs.