anonymous asked:

at my old store, my manager denied selling alcohol to this guy because his i.d was beyond beat up and expired. he flipped calling her racist and she denied him because he's mexican. she replied in spanish: "i'm half native american and puerto rican, now get out of my store". i miss her.

that-creepy-kitten  asked:

Yay open ask box!! (ΦωΦ) could I get some hcs for Shinsou Hitoshi and his fem s/o when he first meets her and how he acts around her vs when they've been together a long time. Thank you so much you are lovely have a good day you're cooool!!! (☞゚ヮ゚)☞

Of course you can!! I hope you enjoy these, I’ve never written for shinsou bby before ~ Hope you have a good day too anon


  • As he’s always been fairly quiet due to people reacting to his quirk, he doesn’t talk to her much. 
  • Fairly awkward around her, only replies when she speaks to him and struggles with conversations. 
  • Although he enjoys spending time with her, he’s nervous she’ll eventually get bored of him or decide his quirk is villainous. 
  • Once he gets a little more relaxed in the conversation, he might attempt some jokes - he’s got a good sense of humour, especially if they find sarcasm and wit funny.


  • Becomes soooo much more relaxed with his partner. 
  • Much more open, enjoys holding their hand and other subtle touches that are affectionate without being invasive.
  • Makes fun of his partner fairly openly, with them hitting him back just as fast - a battle of wits. 
  • Enjoys studying with them, often face times them late at night and screenshares so they can watch shows together even in the dorms. 
  • Loves it when they come to his room, where they either watch shows or speak super late into the night until one finally slips into slumber. 
  • Much more willing to start conversations and he stops worrying about how they might feel about him and his quirk. He trusts them, and once they’ve won his trust and his heart, boy have they WON

anonymous asked:

Hi! Sorry to load this on you. Re: that anon's ask about reducing comments. I know I used to gush over every single chapter of the fics I read. But it reached a point where I think I kind of overwhelmed/annoyed one of my fav authors and now they're avoiding me. Nowadays I only leave short comments or not at all because I'm starting to think I'm being too freaky :( I can speak for everyone but I'm sure some feels this way as well. Maybe anon can mention that they love comments on their fic? (1/2)

(2/2) Also, in reader’s head: !@#$ “who cares about my unworthy opinion” and “omg that other reader leaves such constructive feedback and my vocab is limited to I love this” and “why does he/she reply everyone except me every time? I think annoyed the author I deserve to burn in hell” So not commenting becomes a self protective mechanism to not get hurt. TBH I think chapter kudos would be the best thing ever (/;A;)/

listen… never in my life… have i ever told myself “wow i wish this person didnt comment”

ok wait thats a lie HAHAHAA okokok wait back up 

the only times in my life… that i have ever told myself “wow i wish this person didnt comment” was when all the comment said was ‘OMG WHEN ARE U GONNA UPDATE’ or something along those lines like… ;-; nothing breaks my spirit more… pero!!! i still kinda (???) appreciate the sentiment behind it because obviously the person likes the fic enough 2 be rude about it (i GUES? ? ? lmao) but like im still gonna reply to those people and thank them for reading etc you know. honestly though i think i’ve only ever actually deleted a comment juan (1) time and it was because that person said something SUPER out of pocket about like racism or something which, to me, didnt make sense at all my fic was about marble busts and ice skating i was like uhhhhh what are u doing here U Are Lost and so bam i deleted 


my point is. i know some authors dont respond to comments and that can seem like they dont care about responses/feedback but that is a total lie hunnie. we get emails every time someone writes a comment and i’ll always be reading them whenever i’m waiting for a ride or while i’m brushing my teeth or whatever and it always makes me!!! so happy!!! i do make an effort to respond but sometimes i don’t get to do it right away, but just know!!! that i do read it!!! right away!!! even if i dont respond in that moment. 

every writer has their own style of interacting w readers but lemme tell u a short comment like “omg love this dkfjdkfj” feels GREAT. yeah it feels amazing when people take the time to like paste quotes and point out things they noticed or liked in the writing or whatever but not everyone has that time or can make that sort of effort. i only get to write long-ass comments sometimes OK like i know how it is; fic is supposed to be a relaxing break from Real Life and it can be rlly tiring to write up those long comments and ur def not entitled to comment at all. but it’s still a nice gesture because kudos are so easy to give. ppl been asking me why i look at bookmarks/comments more than kudos and its because kudos are literally just a button that u click. (and hits too!! like??? hits just tell me u opened my fic???? i dont rlly care about hits thats why i have that turned off) so i rlly lov when readers give that effort u know. it feels like “hello u spent 3943894 hours writing this thing let me sacrifice 5 seconds to make a comment about it ily hunnnie xoxoxox.” 

the disparity between X time it took writer to write VS. X time it took reader to read is so big. it throws me outta whack. when i publish something and someone comments in MINUTES on something that took me HOURS/DAYS/WEEKS to write it always shooks me. and thats why any comment makes me so happy, even if its just a bunch of keyboard smashes, one time someone just sent me a link to an image of kermit on fire, liKE THATS GREAT. THAT WAS AWESOME. one time someone told me my fic made me drop their phone into their rice and that was enough.

ur small comments are enough

thank u for coming 2 my ted talk 


If you’re wondering I’m going to post today… I’m not. I’m too busy crying over the fact Damien, from Smosh Games, has noticed me. Today has been a weird day for me. - Rosalie 🌹

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anonymous asked:

How about a love/hate relationship with his beard? When they hug Bellamy nuzzles into her neck and it tickles her. "You need to shave, your beard prickles!" He gets game for once and teases her: ' don't like it?' she replies blushing: "I didn't say that" and he smirks and says: "you like it then". Clarke gets all nervous and starts to run away saying: "whatever, shave yourself or I'll do it for you" As she's leaving she hears him laugh and say: "Is that a threat or a proposal?"

“Excuse me? Are you done with the Piaget? It’s the only copy.”

She looked up, surprised to find herself spoken to after being deep in her own thoughts for so long. The man who had spoke looked almost afraid, and his voice had been low and timid. She recognized social anxiety when she saw it and this man did not like approaching people.

“I’m sorry, I’m working on an essay that needs to be done by tomorrow evening.”


A deep blush spread over the man’s face and Kaylynn felt bad.

“But I’m not using it all the time. Only now and then to look things up. If you sat down, we could probably share it while we work. If that’s okay with you?”

“Yes, thank you.”

He sat down opposite her and put a notebook on the table.

“I’m Kaylynn,” she offered.

“Hi,” he replied. “I’m Nick.”

Lmao 😂

This little boy with his mom are walking around the store he saw me and ask his mom “ why is she so small ” and she replied “ that just how she is ”

Me laughing thinking it’s cute but funny

( I ’m 4"10 so I’m short XD )

3. the one with more than enough ice cream

Harry’s face fell, even more than it already was, and he stepped a little closer as he flashed his eyes between the two of us. “Is she — is she okay? Why is she crying?”

It made me smile knowing that Harry was concerned for someone else’s wellbeing, even though he was probably still in pain himself. I squeezed Mina a little tighter and bent down to ask her what was wrong. When she told me, I stood up to face Harry and replied with, “She’s just a little worried she’s really hurt you.”

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anonymous asked:

Donna pregnant with Harvey's baby (unplanned).

“Falling Into Place”

“Are- are you sure?” He doesn’t know how he finally manages to find the words within him, he’s been rooted to the spot for what felt like hours but in reality had  only been two minutes.

She nods silently, tears welling in her eyes. Clearing her throat she replies, voice so low he almost doesn’t hear her. “I took three tests.”

Harvey only nods dumbly in return, words still stuck in his throat, body still rigid and motionless.

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I emailed my English professor telling her I might not be able to come to class and she replied very politely, but I’m confused because she said she’s sorry that I might miss today in particular because, quote, “from what I’m learning today I think our discussion will be very much up your alley”…and maybe it’s the fever that’s throwing me off but I’m like what did she learn TODAY in particular that tipped her off that I’d be into a discussion of the feminist literary criticism we read for homework…….

dameednaeverage  asked:

hello me again asking for a part 3 of bev/kathryn pretty please with sugar on top!

Beverly looked up from her work as the computer informed her she had an incoming transmission from Starfleet Command. “Open a channel,” she replied automatically, turning to face the console.

Her heart nearly stopped at the face that filled her screen. “Hello, Beverly,” Kathryn said warmly.

Beverly’s mouth moved soundlessly for a long moment before she finally managed to stutter out, “H-how…?” Exchanging letters through Pathfinder was one thing, but this… this face to face transmission was something entirely new.

Kathryn’s lips curved up in a familiar smile that made Beverly’s heart ache in remembrance. “We’re home, Bev,” Kathryn explained, voice low. “I’m home.”

“Home,” Beverly repeated quietly, reaching out to touch the screen, tracing the edges of her love’s face.

Head tilting slightly, Kathryn murmured back, her own hand coming up to the screen, “Don’t cry, darling.”

Only then did Beverly realize that tears were indeed sliding down her cheeks, but she didn’t bother wiping them away, knowing they would only be replaced by more. “You’re home. Kathryn…”

“I can’t wait to see you,” Kathryn said, leaning closer to the screen.

Beverly wanted to reach through, to pull the other woman through to the Enterprise, or to climb through on her own. Anything to be closer, to touch once again. “I’m on my way,” she promised. It didn’t matter how far away from Earth they were. She had enough leave accumulated to take the entire year off if she wanted, and Jean-Luc wouldn’t begrudge her this.

“Hurry,” Kathryn urged, and moved her hand to line up with Beverly’s on the screen. Touching, almost.

“Yes, Beverly agreed. It was only because Kathryn was then called away that they were even able to end the transmission, and once Beverly had dried her tears, she made the first step closer to her love.

It was said to Sayyidah ‘Aisha (رضي الله عنها): "A man says you’re not his mother.“

She replied: “He spoke the truth, I’m the mother of believers, not hypocrites.“