so i had to put this right

anonymous asked:

May I request some angst? Chocobros love interest says "No one loves me, no one wants me, I literally have nothing to lose." Maybe before going on a dangerous hunt, or something to trigger these words if that makes sense? (Bonus for Promptos crush saying "You love Cindy right? Lucky girl, I wish I was her." Sorry if this is weird lol thank you

Ah fuk, angst. I’m just rolling in it! Just rolling in it deep…Time for feels. *puts on Adele playlist*

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Noctis

“Y/N, you okay?” Noctis suddenly asked.

The Prince had suddenly out of the blue, asked you to go fishing with him, and you knew that he often enjoyed going alone as a way to clear his head, so why invite you?

“Yeah, why you ask?” You inquired, as he sat down on the pier, you following his movements.

Noctis fidgeted slightly, before looking out to the large lake, “I mean, you haven’t been…you?”

“Meaning?”

“You seem sadder?”

You laugh softly, pulling a knee up to your chest, “Really, figured I was still perky old me.”

Noctis and you sat on the pier, as he casted his line, listening to nature surround you, it took a few minutes before Noctis finally spoke up again.

“Y/n, earlier before the hunt you had said ‘That is wasn’t, like you mattered.’ what did you mean?”

You flinched softly, “You heard that, huh? Just…just forget I said anything,kay?”

Noctis went to open his mouth again before shutting it as he looked out to the water, “I want you to know that I’m always going to be here.”

You sighed softly, “Thanks.”

The two of you sat there, waiting for a fish to bite, Noctis never brought it back up. Yet for some reason the warm hand on the Prince resting against your own, made everything a little better.

~~~~~~ 

Prompto

“Ready to go, Y/N?” Prompto called, as you trailed behind the group, you often took rear as you were much faster than the others and could rush to the front of the group if need.

“Yeah, yeah I’m ready.”

Prompto cocked his head to the side, leaving Noctis’ side, as Gladiolus and Ignis covered the Prince’s left and right, besides it might have been better to have the sharpshooter in back with a long distance weapon.

“Everything cool?”

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

“You just seem…”

You scoffed slightly, watching your step, knowing what Prompto’s next words were going to be, “It’s nothing, Prompto.”

Prompto frown, before calling out to the group before them, “Hey, Y/N’s light is busted, we’ll catch up.”

“Don’t dally.” Ignis yelled, hating to have the group split up on a hunt.

Prompto watched as their lights disappeared further down the passage, “Y/n, what’s up?”

You groaned, knowing that the blonde wasn’t going to let up anytime soon, “Fuck, I don’t know Prompto, maybe I feel that there’s no reason for me to be here? I mean really, I could go get gored by a deamon big whoop.”

Prompto had to admit, he was very thrown off by this, “Y/n, where is this coming from?”

You shook your head, moving to step forward, “Let’s go, the others are getting too far ahead, if anything maybe I’ll make a good meat shield.”

Prompto reached out grabbing a hold of your arm, “We’re not going anywhere until you tell me what this is about.”

You refused to turn to the blonde, “I can’t believe this, this isn’t the time or the place.”

“I think it’s the perfect time, Y/n, what is wrong, why are you acting like this?”

You turned toward Prompto, your eyes locking with the man’s, “Gods, Cindy must be one of the most luckiest girls in the world, to have your attention and love.”

“What?” Prompto called, as he relaxed his hold on your arm.

You took the moment to pull away, following the ever dimming light of the others lapel flashlights, only to be suddenly spun around, your back slamming into the cave wall, Prompto’s body standing before you, his blue eyes staring directly into your own.

“What did you mean by that?”

You groaned, too tired to even keep it up any longer, “What else does it mean Prompto, she’s perfection, I just wished that someone, you, would look at me the same way.”

Prompto bit his bottom lip before sighing deeply, “You wouldn’t notice.”

“Huh?”

“You don’t notice, because when I do, you’re not paying attention.” Prompto stated, before backing up as he began walking after the others. “Come on, let’s catch up.”

~~~~~

Gladiolus

“You wanna talk about earlier?” The strong voice called. “You know you can talk to me.”

You weren’t entirely sure as to why those words opened up the floodgates, but now you stood before Gladiolus in the middle of the night, tears streaming down your face, as you hiccuped, staring at the ground, not wanting the man to see you so weak.

“I…I just wish…”

“Is this about the hunt today?”

You sighed hard, “Gladdy, it’s I mean, who wants a fuck up like me, what good am I?”

Gladiolus was honestly at a lost for the confession, as he reached forward, placing a hand on your head, pulling you toward his chest, “That’s not true.”

You stood, your forehead resting that strong chest, it always felt so hopeless, everyone around you knew what they wanted out of life, what their duty was. Yet you, what good where you?  “I just , Gladdy, I’m so useless, it would be better if i just…”

“Don’t, say that!” Gladiolus barked, groaning at himself as he felt your flinch against him. Watching as you made to pull away, only for one of his large hands to find it’s way to the top of your head, “Listen, I’m not anyone’s first choice for these kinds of things, yet in these types of situations we just have to push on and keep going. I know it’s hard right now, but you’ve made it through so much, you can’t compare yourself to other people, or live the way other people want you to live, you have to live for yourself.”

You sighed softly, your hands still at your side, the only contact you had with the man before you was your forehead against one of those strong pec muscles, “I’m just so tired of being strong.”

Gladiolus hesitantly wrapped his other hand around you, pulling your entire body into his own, “You don’t have to keep being strong. That’s what we’re here for,” He stated, before that hand on your back begun to rub circles, “What I’m here for.”

You let out a soft wail, before wrapping your arms around the waist before you, your nails digging into the tattooed feathers, trying to anchor yourself. “Thank you.”

“I’m not going anywhere, you will always have me.”

~~~~~~

Ignis

You panicked, your calm demeanor was  quickly disappearing, you hadn’t meant to sound so snarky at poor Prompto, he just wanted to know if you wanted anything while they were out. Even as the door closed and your 4 companions left to go find food in the city to bring back to the Motel your luckily were able to crash in, you found yourself sitting on the bed.

Only for seconds later, yourself pacing back and forth across the small room, “You’re fine, you’re fine, calm collect. You’re not replaceable, you’re needed, you’re fine.” You muttered softly to yourself, hands shaking, trying to keep yourself from screaming, “You’re replaceable, you’re not needed, you’re not fine, you’re worthless.”

“I would beg to differ.”

You jumped, turning around to stare at Ignis, when had he come back in? “Ignis, are you okay?”

Ignis moved over to sit in the large easy chair of the hotel, “I should be asking you that, would you prefer to talk about it?”

You glanced to the man, than away your hands shaking, “I…I Ignis, please be honest, am I needed?”

“Needed?”

You nodded, “Here, with you all,”

“I do believe that we all rather enjoy your company.” Ignis stated, adjusting himself slightly in the chair, watching your small movements, he had noticed that you had developed a small twitch within your right pinky and it only seemed to have gotten worse over the last few days. “Would you care to explain as to what brought this all on? I’ve been noticing that you haven’t been sleeping very well, nor eating as much either.”

You fidgeted with a pen, you found on the bedside table, leave it to Ignis to notice, “I’m just not, ugh, I’m worthless.”

Ignis stood  from the chair, “There, that phrase again, Y/n what do you mean by that?”

You shook your head, “I’m suppose to be everything, perfection, but I’m useless.”

Ignis moved to stand before you, forcing you to look up at him, the man never once touched you, “I will have you know that you are not useless, nor worthless, whomever it was that filled your head with such ludicrous accusations has never seen perfection. You are allowed to make mistakes, it is how one grows, we are not born knowing our purpose.”

You felt tears swell into your eyes, as you moved forward wrapping your arms around Ignis’ chest, expecting the man to flinch away, only to cry hard when those lean arms circled around you, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“Would you like to rest a while, until the others come back?” He asked.

You hugged the man tighter, “Is it okay, if we stay like this a little longer?”

Ignis chuckled softly, “I’m here for as long as you need.”

You smiled softly, only to feel the smile brighten, as you heard the man whispered into your hair.

“You are perfection to me.”

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favorite pilots Baby Daddy (2012-2017)

Emma’s mom wants to put Emma up for adoption and for Ben to sign away his rights. Really? So you’re- you’re thinking about giving up this little girl? Yeah, I was thinking about it. Oh, GOOD. Goo- what do you mean, good? Oh, Ben, honey. You can’t begin to understand the kind of sacrifice it takes to be a parent. When I married your father, and I had you two, I had to put my dreams on hold. What dreams? Being single and childless.

29/05/27 || Happy Monday 💕 It has definitely been a great Monday for me, I love productive Mondays they always put me in a great mood for the rest of the week. I’ve had a bit of a down weekend to be honest and I feel so refreshed now that the new week has started.

Today’s studying:
- finishing off Italian lit book ✔️
- 50 pages journalism manual ✔️
- 25 pages journalism book ✔️

I’m so happy right now you guys, I feel like I can do this exam session, I have energy and motivation, the sun is out and I’m melting because it’s so hot ☀️ but I’m happy.

Sometimes, in a thing like She’s Leaving Home when John and Paul both sang on the song, and I had very few tracks to play with, I’d already used up two tracks, I had two tracks left for my vocals but I wanted to double track them, and I didn’t want to go to another slave, I didn’t want to lose another generation, so they had to sing together and I had to put different echo on one voice to get the space, so when they’re doing ‘She’s leaving… what did we do with our lives’ and so on, that was on two mikes but on one track, and they did that perfectly. So then I said ‘Right fellas, now do it again, and we’ll double track it.’ And they did, that was how good they were.
—  George Martin on John & Paul. 

Okay so the wildest thing I ever did on club penguin was I met this girl penguin and I asked her to date me, and note I was like eight years old and had just me this girl. She said yes and so we were dating. For about half an hour we just walked around chatting and like waiting for each other to finish mini games when we played them. Eventually she invited me back to my igloo (which was nice as hell, it made me embarrassed that I spent so little of my coins on furniture) and put out the cake she made, right on this really nice oak looking table. Anyways I ate some of the cake and my penguin immediately started to feel funny. I let her know I was feeling a little bit strange, but that her cake was absolutely delicious. I finished my piece and that was when I just couldn’t hold it in any more. I hid behind the armchair and began to hit the vomit emoji. I assured her that it wasn’t her fault, but perhaps the eggs had been rancid. I was violently I’ll for about five minutes before she decided she actually didn’t enjoy that very much and left her house. I followed her into and around the town for about an hour more, puke emoji constantly up in between messages of “you did this to me” and “please just make me better again” drawing together a rather large crowd as well as the health department in the pizza parlor. It finally climaxed in front of the ski lodge. She told me I was too immature and she didn’t want to be with me. I told her it was a sickness, I just needed her to help me feel better. She didn’t want to try. She left me, then and there. She blocked me, reported me, and switched servers.

anonymous asked:

You're saying to let Blaine be human. What about Rachel ?

MAN FUCK RACHEL’S ANNOYING ASS LOL: she literally had NO good intentions from the start. she makes kurt’s issues about being gay and lonely about herself ‘hey u and me are the same right?? let’s sing a duet!!’. she put someone in a crackhouse (and was incredibly racist 2 them btw) bc she was “doing it for the club”, then the show tried to play it off as if she really just cared about the club n didn’t want new ppl to break their family or some shit.

she’s basically the same as mr schue and finn, characters who are PRESENTED as ones with good intentions..when they’re really just selfish assholes LOL (dont even get me started on rachel in s4-6)

like characters that are good ppl but have bad moments are (2 name a few) kurt, mercedes, blaine, and tina. they had shitty moments but they were HUMAN and good people overall LOL

anonymous asked:

Destiel and 💘 please, sweetie! // @fanficsandfluff

I kinda ended up writing like a full-fledge fiction, so I’m also going to put this in my master post, lol. I call it, National Tickle Day! (Creative, right? -.-)

“Dean! We need donuts!”

“Dean! I got burgers!”

“Dean! Give me a hug!”

Castiel had only been on earth for a few years, so he was still figuring some things out. One thing that he figured out is that he very much enjoyed celebrating every. Single. Dumb. National ___ Day.

Oh, it’s National Donut Day? Well, prepare for Castiel to come barreling in with boxes upon boxes of free donuts. National Beer Day? Cas is going to consume  alcohol until he manages to get hammered.

Dean knew about this little ‘quirk’ of his boyfriend’s, and at first he had found it endearing. At first.

**

On the morning of January 31st, Dean had calmly been laying on his bed, watching T.V.. Castiel had noticed this, and took it as an advantage. He strode over to the hunter and sat in the middle of his bed.

“Hey Ca-HAS!” Dean shrieked as the angel wasted no time pinching his boyfriend’s sides.

Dean curled backwards, pushing at the offending hands. “CahahAHAS! Stahahap!” He giggles out, successfully catching the other’s hands momentarily.

“Whyhy are yohou doing thahat?” He asked, residual giggles pouring out through his sentence.

“Because it’s National Tickle Day.” Cas stated calmly, as if this was a normal occurrence. “I’m simply trying to appropriately celebrate it.”

“Wehell don’t.” Dean said, still holding his angel’s hands back.

Cas tilted his head. “Do you not enjoy being tickled?”

“Stop saying that.”

“What? Tickle?”

“Cas!” Dean said, face turning deeply red.

“Dean, both Sam and I have tickled you before. It appears as if you enjoy it.”

“Just drop it, and stop saying it.”

“But I am trying to celebrate National Tickle Day.”

Dean finally broke. “You want to celebrate? Fine, let’s celebrate!” He said, then pouncing onto Castiel. He pushed him onto the pillows, wasting no time digging into his angel’s tummy. The reaction was immediate.

“Dehehean!!” He squeaked, giggling like a mad man. Dean hadn’t heard Cas laugh like this in ages. It was a beautiful sound.

“What is it, Angel? I thought you wanted to celebrate!” He teased, moving to his ribs. Cas was thrashing like a mad man, arms clenched down by his sides.

“NohOHO! PLEHEHEHAHASE!” He plead when Dean moved down to his thighs.

“Awwh, why babe? Does it tickle?” The Winchester couldn’t keep the smirk out of his voice. He was enjoying this way too much for that.

“YEHEHES!!” Castiel admitted. Dean’s heart warmed at how innocent Castiel was. He wanted to savor every moment of this. He slowed his tickling, fingers just gently tracing the insides of his thighs.

“Any last words?” He grinned.

“Dehehean Dehehean Dehean nohohoho! Pleheheahase dohohont!!” He plead, giggling in anticipation.

“Don’t what?” He raised his eyebrows. This was his absolute favorite trick, and he knew Cas would take the bait.

“Ticklehehe mehe!” And right he was.

“Well, if you insist!” He dove in, squeezing from top of his thigh to right above the knee cap and back up, not following any specific pattern to keep the angel on edge. He spidered his fingers across the knee caps and threw a few hip squeezes in every now and again, keeping the other in stitches.

When Castiel’s pleas fell silent, he knew he’d had enough. Even though angels didn’t have to breathe, they could still have enough. By the tears of mirth running down his eyes, Dean knew Cas had had enough. After a few more good squeezes, he slowed his fingers to a light teasing, keeping the angel giggling.

“How was that for a celebration?” He asked, smiling brightly. Cas just curled into himself and continued giggling.

“Yohohou’re cruel..” he said after some time. Dean laughed and poked his side, causing the other’s entire body to jolt.

“Guys? What the hell was all that noise?” Sam asked as he entered the room. When he saw a giggling heap of angel and his brother slowly creeping towards him, he knew he was screwed.

“Heya, Sammy. Guess what day it is?” Dean said as he approached his backing up little brother.

“Thursday..?” Sam replied. Dean just smirked.

“National Tickle Day.” He said. Sam’s eyes grew in fear, but it was too late. Dean pounced on him, knocking him to the floor, and soon there was another pleading mess in the bunker.

anonymous asked:

hey hi hello im really freaking out right now because i think im asexual (ive been feeling this way for like two years now & an old friend of mine helped me put a name to it) & im freaking out because i don't know how to tell my boyfriend. we've been dating for almost three months now & the last boyfriend i had didn't understand why i didn't want to do anything like that (frankly I didn't either) & he reacted really badly & I'm really scared that it's gonna happen again. i don't know what to do

i know this was sent a few hours ago so i’m sorry for not responding right away, tumblr wasn’t letting me post anything.

okay, i think you should tell him, because it’s important for him to know what you are and are not comfortable with. if he doesn’t understand what asexuality is, then you should teach him. explain to him that you are just uninterested in intercourse and don’t want any part of it. be sure to tell him that there are a lot of other people out there who are just like you and it doesn’t mean there is anything wrong with you. tell him that, just because you are uninterested in sex, it doesn’t mean you are any less committed to the relationship and you still care about him. 

if he doesn’t understand what asexuality is, he might think that you are just not even interested in him or he isn’t “good enough” or something, you’ll need to make sure he understands that isn’t the case.

if worse comes to worse and he freaks out about it or tries to guilt you into doing something you are not comfortable with, dump his ass. he does not deserve you if he cannot respect your comfort zone.

the key to all healthy relationships is having a solid foundation built on trust, communication, and mutual understanding for each other.

in at the grocery store and my ex boyfriend from high school that like i had beef with forever who still watches every story i put on snapchat even though he hates me is currently here too with his current girlfriend and in front of the only thing i came here to buy so i’m hiding in a different aisle i’m an adult right

False Starts has been kicking around since last summer when I was very much caught in a ‘I want to recover but I’m also not yet ready to fully commit to this and thus extremely prone to relapsing’ thing for a while, and while I’m not really in that headspace anymore thankfully, it’s still a song that’s not easy to perform for me. It’s basically an eulogy to myself if I had carried on getting worse instead of getting better, which is why I wanted to make the music as beautiful as possible, cause that’s kinda what you do in eulogies, right? Gloss over the bad shit and make it sound nice so you can remember the person for the good things instead. There’s a lot of very specific things in there that probably won’t make sense to anyone but me, but it was important for me to get them out somehow and sometimes it’s easier to put some truth in a song than to say it out loud to a person. And maybe other people will find their own things in these words, which is kinda the more important side of this anyways.

“I write it on the sidewalk, praying for rain
„This is the last time“, I tell the cold porcelain
But we both know that that’s a lie
I’m a lost cause, undignified.
I’m on my best behaviour, but that doesn’t mean a thing
It’s only a matter of time until I turn to stone and sink
Things keep falling through the holes that spot my mind
Deliberate habitual slow suicide…”

its been A While since ive had something i was excited to draw, that made me want to line and color and put in hard work and effort, so like. sorry all ive drawn lately are those boys cos i know out of 10k people precisely 0% of you followed me for furry content,, lmao,,,, , but right now its like the thing im most passionate about drawing so im riding that high as far as itll take me

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ANIME NORTH DAY 1 2 3 DONE~ had lots of fun with everyone and our cosplay squad YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST ; v ; / till our next con!💕

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Shortly after the overdose, Bob decided to tell Jack the story of why he really got put in the Stanley Cup as a baby.  It was Bob’s way of thanking the cup.

“After I won my first cup,” he told Jack, “I realized I’d achieved my dream, and I had married this amazing woman, but something still felt like it was missing.  I wanted to be a father.”  He told Jack how he and Alicia had tried to have a baby, but it just wasn’t happening.  As the months dragged on with more of the same, they started to get worried.  

“And even when you were worrying you’d never truly be happy you managed to win the cup again, yeah?  That’s the moral of the story?” Jack snapped.  Bob shook his head, reached out to run a hand over Jack’s back, like he could smooth down his son’s frayed nerves.  

“Non, non, non, that would be a terrible moral.  Actually my stats were worse that year than when I was a rookie.  But my team was incredible, and we made it to the cup again.  And here’s where the story gets good, you see, because I’d heard all kinds of wild legends through the league about ‘cup magic’ and how sometimes it would grant wishes”

“Or turn you into a fucking penguin,” Jack scoffed.

“Well I was playing for the Canadiens at the time, so I suppose there wasn’t much risk involved, but there was a whole lot of desperate hope.So on my cup day, after everyone else left, I sat down and had a chat with it,” he gestures to the table they’re sitting at.  “Right at this kitchen table.”

“Please tell me that’s the only part of this story that happened at this table,” Jack groaned.  Bob laughed.

This story, yes.”

“Papaaaa,”  Jack picked up his bowl of cereal and pointedly continued eating without letting his food touch the table.

“Oh for God’s sake, Jack, this table has been cleaned many times since, put your food down for a bit, I’m trying to have a moment with you here.”

“Alright, alright, fine.”  Jack obediently set the bowl aside and faced his father.

“As I was saying…” Bob cleared his throat.  “I talked to the cup.  I told it I didn’t care if I ever won it again.  All I wanted was a son.  If it would give me that, I promised, I wouldn’t ask to win so much as a faceoff for the rest of my life.  And I promised that I would love my son - that I would love you - unconditionally, more than anything in the world.”

“And you won a fuckton more awards anyway.”

“But,” Bob countered, “I didn’t win the cup again until after you were born when I was with the Pens.  And so when your mother brought you onto the ice to see me, I wanted us to put you in the cup, but it wasn’t supposed to pass along some kind of hockey magic and ensure the Zimmermann dynasty or whatever the fuck ESPN likes to say, alright?  We did it as a thank you.  We wanted the cup to see what a beautiful baby we had, and to feel how incredibly loved you were.”  Bob ran a hand over Jack’s newly-cropped hair, feeling the strands against his palm, almost as soft as when he used to sit next to Bob in his high chair smashing banana all over the tray.  “I kept my promise too,”  Bob said.  “I love you.  Unconditionally.  More than anything in the world.  And your mother and I just want to help you be happy, whatever that looks like.”  He smiled warmly at his son, letting all the pride he usually kept a lid on to keep from embarrassing Jack bubble up to the surface.  Jack looked down at his hands.

“How can you not be disappointed?  Look at me.”  Jack’s shoulders hunched in, shrinking him down, and Bob pressed his hand between Jack’s shoulder blades, rubbing circles in the way that always used to put him right to sleep as a child.

“I will always be proud of you, hockey or no.  Because you know what?”  Jack chanced a glance up at his father’s face and was held by his earnest expression.  “Winning the Stanley Cup isn’t even in my top hundred favorite memories anymore.  All of my best memories are with you and your mother.”  Jack didn’t say anything in response, and Bob was learning when to give him space to process, so he stood up, bending back down to kiss his son’s forehead as he snagged the now-soggy bowl of raisin bran from in front of him.

It took a few days for Bob to get a real response from Jack, and in the meantime he just left everything to percolate.  And then one night, Bob just couldn’t seem to fall asleep.  His knee wasn’t quite hurting, but it was on that edge where it just didn’t feel settled, and Alicia had been snoring, and at the back of his head he could feel some kind of humming, like he could feel the tense air in Jack’s room.  He’d gotten himself all worked up mulling that last one over until he had to get out of bed.  He stood in front of Jack’s bedroom door, looking at the light peeking out from below the doorjamb for minutes, listening to the sounds of floorboards creaking occasionally, pages rustling, a keyboard clacking.  After he’d gotten enough of the sounds of Jack just existing on the other side of the door to calm his racing heart, he went to the living room.  

He settled into the couch with a box of crackers and a nature documentary when he heard footsteps creaking on the stairs.  At first, he was expecting Alicia coming to call him back to bed, but the footfalls were too loud for her.  Bob tried not to look surprised when Jack rounded the corner, keeping his eyes carefully trained on Animal Planet.  He held up the crackers in greeting.

“Joining your old man for a midnight snack, eh?”

“Oh.  Um, sure.”  Jack padded over to the couch and made himself comfortable next to Bob, pulling down the afghan from the back of the sofa.  They stare at the TV in silence for a long while before Jack speaks up again, quietly.  “Papa?”

“Yes?”

“So…what exactly was better than winning the cup?”

perfectblackthorns  asked:

hi cassie! Have you already decided who's gonna be on the cover of The Queen of Air and Darkness!:)

We have not, but it’s likely to be a girl because photographing a boy for Lord of Shadows was awful. Not the model’s fault, but a huge amount of what makes underwater photography of people arresting is the movement of hair and clothes and boys tend to have less volume of both. Our photographer/painter/designer almost had a breakdown, and has lodged a VERY STRONG REQUEST that Queen of Air and Darkness feature a woman.

(I was like “Put Mark in a dress! Who cares about the gender binary!” But my editor thinks this will mean people believe he is the Queen of Air and Darkness, and admittedly he isn’t.)

So we’re really deciding on setting right now (especially because Chain of Gold has to be designed first, so this is a ways off) and then there are lots of good options: I’d love to see Cristina, but there are several other powerful ladies who would also work as well.

Mark will, however, be on the spine of the book: it will be the first time the spine character and cover character differ.

anonymous asked:

Whats the story of you sleeping with a professor, like how did that happen?

So basically…I was taking this class called Fitness Theory and Practice. It was for a PE credit or something. There were three instructors and I just so happened to be assigned to his section of the class. As the semester went on, he and I would sort of crack jokes at each other. He was about 33, I think? So, he was pretty hip with the times and like, obviously in shape and shit (he teaches a fitness class). Eventually, I was like, “You said you do personal training, yeah? Can we like, make that a thing?” And he was like, “Yeah, fa show. Put your digits in my cellular.” So one night, he texted me and was like, “I’m about to go to the gym. Come with.” And I told him I couldn’t cause I had this health project I had to finish or something. So he says, “Bring your stuff, come to the gym with me, then come to my place after and we can work on your project.” At that point, I was like….this is weird, right? But I do anyway cause I’m a hoe. We get to his place and he’s like, “Where do you wanna start?” And I was just like, “I don’t even know. I have this project, then your project for your class, then a Bio test next week. You don’t just wanna give me an A on your project so I can work on my other stuff?” Y’all….he goes, “That’s fine.” El oh el. I was like, “Wait, what?” Then he goes, “Let’s finish your health project then we can study for your Bio test.” At this point, I’m like, is this dude a homo? Why is this happening? So, I decide to push it. I go, “It’s already hella late, I don’t know what we’re gonna get done.” He goes, “You can sleep here. We’ll study until we can’t and you can crash so you don’t have to drive to your place.” By now, I’m like, Oh… Def gay. So, because I’m me, I say, “Then I’d have to sleep on a couch and that just does not sound ideal…” He laughed and goes, “No you won’t.”

Then we had sex.

JINX | Taehyung (M)

Originally posted by kimthwriter

Fluff | Crack | Smut | Neighbor!Taehyung | EMT!Taehyung | Enemies → lovers

You’ve had your sights set on Kim Taehyung ever since you’ve moved into the apartment next door to him, the only problem is that your klutz gene makes it difficult to get within three feet of the boy before a freak accident of some sort occurs

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A/N: first of all i blame @bxebxee for the cumplay that occured in this hot mess, second of all IM SORRY its so long and third taehyung ended up a lot more… toxic than i anticipated so i wanted to warn against that and that i dont condone a lot of his actions/reactions or the toxicity of the relationship but its how his character and OC came out.

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