so where can they actually go from here

1. i don’t know how to say this so i’m just going to say it - don’t text me anymore. don’t call me. don’t ask me how i am when you feel lonely. don’t check up on me. don’t tell me you’re doing well. i don’t want to hear it. i don’t want to hear it because you fucking broke me. GOODBYE.

2. hey, okay, sooo i thought i could be friends with you but it hurts too much. not that you hurt me that much. no, i’m okay. i don’t cry in the shower anymore. some nights i actually fall asleep before 4 a.m. but then there’s some nights where i think about you and her kissing and it’s all that’s on my mind for days. no, no, it’s not like that. it’s not that i love you anymore or that i’m jealous. i just hate you for what you did to me. so yeah, anyways, just thought you should know i don’t want to be friends. hope you’re doing well though. maybe our paths will cross again.

3. i told myself many, many months ago that if i wanted this to work, if i wanted us to be friends, i couldn’t talk to you about my feelings ever again. i couldn’t turn every conversation into our failed relationship. so for many, many months, i’ve been letting it eat at me instead. i don’t want it to eat at me anymore and you don’t want to listen to me whine so i think this has to end. sorry.

4. hey, listen: some days i’m fine, but the smallest things get to me. like i’m pretty sure i saw you on her snapchat story. it’s none of my business, but i’m really mad at you for it. i’m really mad that you still talk to that girl you chose over me and you still like all of these girls’ facebook photos but you never like mine. and it’s not fair for me to be mad at you for having friends or being happy, i have no right to be, you didn’t do anything wrong. but it still gets to me, still eats away at me, still makes me want to knock down your door and ask you why the fuck you had to leave, why you had to do anything you did, why i poured all of my love into you that i didn’t have any left for myself and you took it and gave it to somebody else. god, this hurts. i don’t want you to know how badly this hurts but it does. i’m leaving you and taking this hurt with me.

5. hey, hope you’re doing well, but this still feels like a nightmare i’ll never wake up from. and i’m sorry, i’m so fucking sorry, it’s not fair to you to have to listen to this shit because it’s been two whole years and i’m still not over it. and that’s my problem, not yours. it will never be your fault that i’m so goddamn sensitive. i’ve never been able to get over anything and i hate myself for it. please let me heal. please leave.

6. hey, remember the summer where i hooked up with the first guy who wasn’t you, when you had me blocked on everything and i couldn’t see what you were up to? well, i still read my posts from that summer and i was actually HAPPY. can you believe that? i was actually going about my life without you and i wasn’t thinking about what you did to me. but here i am again, thinking about it and the only thing that’s changed is that you speak to me. and i would love to be friends with you, i would, i’ve been trying so hard to be for months, but it’s making me so damn miserable. and i’m so jealous that she gets to be friends with you and i don’t. i’m sorry i’m not her. i’m sorry i never will be.

7. i’ve been ignoring your messages on purpose and you keep texting me again and it’s exhausting to have to ignore you all of the time and feel so guilty about it. i just don’t understand how you just don’t get the hint. so here’s a bigger one: LEAVE ME ALONE.

8. hey, okay, i know this is sudden but i don’t want to hear from you anymore. i don’t want to think about this anymore. i want to move on with my life and there’s no room for you in it. it was stupid of me to think that just because you’ve always been a good friend to me that we can be friends. we can’t.

9. hey. first off, i want to say i’m sorry, i just need to do what’s best for me. secondly, thank you for always being there when i needed you, but i don’t need you anymore. for now, it has to be just me. it feels like i’m breaking up with you and we’re not even dating, but this is it - this is goodbye. forever. don’t contact me.

10. all you ever did was hurt me. fuck you. i don’t want to see your stupid fucking name on my phone anymore. fucking get out. leave.

—  10 text messages i’m afraid to send because i don’t want to say goodbye to you, not again

school sentence starters.

“ did you study for that test last night? ”
“ i didn’t study, i’m so doomed. ”
“ can i borrow a pencil? ”
“ are you coming over tonight, to study? ”
“ i think i’m gonna skip this class. ”
“ are you gonna skip class with me or not? ”
“ i have detention after school. ”
“ i think they’re gonna expell me. ”
“ can you believe the teacher failed me? ”
“ i’m not leaving early, i don’t feel good. ”
“ why didn’t you sit with me at lunch today? ”
“ why are you ignoring me today? ”
“ you’ve been ignoring me all day, it seems.. ”
“ i hate sharing a locker with you sometimes. ”
“ why are you cleaning out your locker? ”
“ can i copy your homework? ”
“ did you even do your homework? ”
“ what are your grades anyway? ”
“ have you been skipping without me? ”
“ give me your lunch money. ”
“ i don’t have any lunch money. ”
“ can i borrow your book tonight to study? ”
“ are you going to practice today? ”
“ i hate gym so much. ”
“ this class is so boring. ”
“ think you could tudor me after school? ”
“ i could tudor you if you want. ”
“ can you stop raising your hand every five seconds? ”
“ some of us are here to actually learn. ”
“ i don’t wanna go to school today. ”
“ did you see the new kid today? ”
“ so, your the new kid, huh? ”
“ where you from, new kid? ”
“ i have way too much homework. ”
“ you haven’t been to school in days. ”
“ why are you always absent? ”
“ you’re going to get us into so much trouble. ”
“ i forgot my locker combination. ”
“ why did you get called to the principles office? ”
“ maybe you should consider home school. ”
“ this school’s lunch meat is so nasty. ”
“ stop texting me in class. ”
“ you never take anything serious, specially school. ”
“ have you ever passed a grade? ”
“ i made the honor roll! ”
“ i could really use the extra credit. ”
“ you’re a teacher’s pet. ”
“ did you go to try outs yet? ”
“ i need it for science. ”
“ are you going to the prep ralley? ”
“ gonna watch me play tonight at our first game? ”
“ i thought we were friends. ”
“ are you going to help me or not? ”
“ do you wanna do this project with me? ”
“ do you have a extra pencil? ”
“ do you wanna be my partner for this project? ”
“ looks like we’re partner’s for this assignment. ”
“ you spelled your own name wrong. ”
“ is that a good star? how’d you get one and i didn’t? ”
“ i really have to finish this essay, please. ”
“ you want me to ride the bus home with you after school? ”
“ my mom picks me up, do you need a ride? ”
“ do you need a ride home after school today? ”
“ are you going to walk home with me today? ”
“ i can’t believe we met each other in detention. ”
“ you were totally making out with someone in the halls. ”
“ these halls are way too crowded. ”
“ why are you always so late? ”
“ you’re late to class, again. ”
Masterpost: Sensory differences

If you know a bit about autism, or have been following this blog for some time, you must be aware that one of the autistic traits which has the most consequences on our daily lives is our sensory differences. They have an impact on all spheres of our lives: on what we can and cannot do, on where we can and cannot go, on what we can eat, wear, listen to, on our ways to feel good and on what makes us feel bad.

Such a wide subject definitely warrants a masterpost. So, here we go!

First, let’s take a look at the human sensory system, to understand the different areas in which there can be differences. It’s actually more complicated than the traditional five senses! Our sensory system is divided into three parts:

  • Exteroception : sensing what comes from the environment outside your body.
  • Interoception : sensing the internal physiological condition of your body
  • Proprioception : sensing the position your limbs and body are in

These three main areas encompass different senses (note that this is one model and others exist):

  • Exteroception: sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, but also thermoception (sensation of heat/cold) and nociception (sensation of pain)
  • Interoception: nociception (internal pain), feelings of hunger, lack of oxygen, thirst, need to pee, as well as monitoring of the respiratory rate and heart rate.
  • Proprioception: the kinesthetic sense (knowledge of the movement and relative positions of your body parts) and the vestibular sense (knowledge of body movement, direction and acceleration)


For all of these senses, autistic people can have them work typically, be hyposensitive (less sensitive than most people), be hypersensitive (more sensitive than most people) or have sensory processing differences which do not fall under the hypo/hyper system.

The clinical term which encompasses these differences is “Sensory Processing Disorder”. One can have SPD without being autistic, but all or almost all autistic people have SPD.

It should be noted, however, that some autistic people don’t like to think of it as a disorder and prefer simply talking about sensory processing differences.

Something very important to understand is that hypersensitivity and hyposensitivity CAN coexist in any one person’s sensory system. For example, they might be hypersensitive to smell and hyposensitive to touch. They can also be hyper/hypo sensitive to only one aspect of one sense (for instance, pressure or texture or bright lights or sweet tastes). They can also be sometimes hyposensitive to something, and sometimes hypersensitive to it.

Being hypersensitive to a stimulus and being exposed to it can cause what is called “sensory overload”, which usually translates to pain, discomfort, and impaired cognitive functions (in other words, trouble thinking properly). If pushed further (very intense stimuli or very long exposition), it can lead to a shutdown or meltdown.

Being hyposensitive to something and lacking stimulation can translate to restlessness, discomfort, and even pain, as well as an intense craving for the stimuli.


Here are some examples of what hypersensitivity to different senses can translate to, on a behavioral and subjective level:

  • Sight: The person wears sunglasses, maybe even indoors. They avoid places with fluorescent lightning, blinking lightning or too bright lightning. They dislike looking at brightly colored surfaces. They may have trouble with visually cluttered spaces, such as crowds and supermarkets. They may find any kind of flickering or movement around them painful to see.

  • Hearing: They may hear sounds no one else can hear (and some have been tested to hear outside the normal human range). They may have to wear headphones/ear defenders in noisy places. They may avoid crowds and events with lots of people/loud music/shouting. They may have difficulty with the noise of the vacuum, of the construction work on the other side of the street, of the clock ticking in the next room. They may develop tinnitus eventually.

  • Smell: They’ll probably dislike places with strong smells such as perfume shops, farms, or crowded public transportation. They may need to wash themselves, their clothes and their sheet very often to keep body odors to a minimum. They may not tolerate scented soap, shampoo or deodorant (and it’s sometimes difficult to find an unscented one!). They may struggle with the smell of food in general, or with particular smells.

  • Taste: They may be very picky eaters, only tolerating a couple of very bland-tasting food such as mashed potatoes or pasta. They may have difficulty having diverse enough diets with all the nutrients they need. They may always eat the exact same thing.

  • Touch: They may have trouble finding clothing with a texture that they can tolerate. They may need to cut all the tags off their clothing. They may absolutely hate anyone touching them. They may be ok with firm touch, but find light brushy touches painful. They may have trouble wearing specific items of clothing, such as socks/shoes, headphones or hats. They may hate people touching their hair, or find brushing their hair very difficult. They may find brushing their teeth nearly impossible because of the scratching sensation. They may have trouble with the texture of many foods, and be a picky eater because of that.

  • Thermoception: They may be very sensitive to cold, and always wearing loads of clothing and turning the heating up even when other people don’t think it’s that cold. They may be very sensitive to heat, finding summer very hard to cope with, especially if they don’t have access to AC. They may be hyper-aware of tiny changes in temperature, feeling cold when it is dropping and hot when it is rising regardless of the actual temperature.

  • Nociception: They may be more sensitive to pain than most people, and find very painful what most people would shrug off. (They’re not being a drama queen! They really do feel more pain!)

  • Vestibular sense: They may get motion sickness very easily.


And here are some examples for hyposensitivity:

  • Sight: The person may have trouble finding things in visually crowded environments. They may enjoy looking at bright colored lights or at objects in motion (spinning top/twirling fingers…)

  • Hearing: They may not notice being called or being talked to, especially when focused. They may enjoy listening to very loud music, singing, or making lots of noises.

  • Smell: They may not notice smells which other people do. They may enjoy strong smells such as perfume, essential oils or body odor. They may enjoy sniffing a favorite blanket, a significant other, a pet, or anything they like.

  • Taste: They may be able to ingest an impressive amount of spicy food, and may crave strong tasting food (pepper, lemon, salt, sugar…).

  • Touch: They may love rubbing/touching favorite textures, rubbing their hands together… They may love and crave deep pressure, such as having heavy weights on top of them.

  • Thermoception: They may be outside in winter with just a T-shirt, or not be bothered by the heat in summer and even wear a sweater. They may enjoy touching very hot things such as radiators or very hot water, or very cold things like ice cubes or snow.

  • Nociception: They may be less sensitive to pain than most people and not notice it when they’ve been hurt.

  • Vestibular sense: They may love roller coasters, boat rides when there’s a lot of waves… They may never get motion sickness of any sort. They may spend time rocking or like to chill upside down.

  • Kinesthetic sense: They may be very clumsy since they have a poor sense of the position of their body in space. They may stumble a lot and be generally bad at sports. They may have trouble with fine motor skills such as handwriting or sewing. They may enjoy doing repetitive motions such as hand flapping.

  • Interoception: They may have trouble noticing  when they are hungry, thirsty, tired, or when they need to go to the bathroom. They may need to set alarms or to have self-care at set times as part of their routine.


These are of course only examples and hyper or hyposensitivity can express themselves in as many ways are there are people who experience them.

Here are some examples of other sensory differences autistic people can experience:

  • Synesthesia seems more frequent among autistic people than in the general population. It is defined as a transfer from one sensory modality to another: for example, seeing sounds or hearing tastes. It can also mean associating colors or personalities to numbers/letters. In autistic people specifically, it can be a very positive thing (you can now stim with two senses at the same time!) or something painful (these bright lights are awful, well now they’re harsh noises too).

  • We often struggle with processing sensory information, especially speech, which can mean we can have a lot of trouble understanding what people say, might take a lot of time to process speech (which results in conversations such as” “Hey, will you get me this thing please?” “What?” “I said, will-” “Oh yeah, sure”), and might need subtitles to be able to understand movies. Processing information from two different senses at a time can also be difficult, which often translates as “I can either look at the images or understand what’s being said”. This is one of the causes of our struggle with eye contact.

That’s all for today. We hope this helped. We are currently preparing a masterpost on stimming which will be quite related to this one. Happy writing!

glmorousindierocknroll  asked:

can you please explain the pope dennis thing? i have no idea where it came from or whats going on ???

you know what i’m actually going to try my best here okay

so a bunch of my friends are obsessed with actor/transmasc icon robert sean leonard, and a few months back, when the young pope was airing, there was a night of impassioned shitposting during which they created Being Pope Leonard, a fictional netflix show in which robert sean leonard is the long-lost twin brother of the pope, and the pope goes missing, and so robert has to go over to the vatican to stand in for the pope while they try to find the real pope. he brings along his best friend lesbian bernadette peters, who goes undercover as a nun and leaves behind her long-suffering girlfriend johanna. once at the vatican, robert sean leonard falls in love with a cardinal named steven. gay hijinks ensue and after a three-season arc, robert sean leonard and steven retire to the italian countryside and eat tomatoes like apples.

so tonight i was like, “macdennis being pope leonard crossover fanfiction,” and mutated the story into like, an au where dennis is a successful juilliard-trained broadway actor, and he discovers that the long-lost third reynold triplet donnie is the pope, and donnie goes missing, so he moves to vatican city to stand in for pope donnie, with dee in tow (who is posing as a nun, and leaving her girlfriend charlie behind in the united states). while at the vatican dennis falls in love with His Eminence Ronald Cardinal McDonald, Archbishop Emeritus of the Church of Ireland. charlie eventually joins the gang in vatican city where she goes on a solo quest to navigate the vatican sewers and hunt down and kill the Queen Spider. after accomplishing this feat, charlie is inducted into the swiss guard. dennis uses his authority as pope to alter the rules of catholicism and endorse gay marriage and remove the requirement that priests have to be celibate. then he invites mac to the papal suite and they go to town.

i hope that was sufficient to explain the pope dennis thing but there’s a lot here that just defies explanation

EDIT: seph @roofbeams would like me to add “u only left out one thing which is that before rsl has to be spirited away to rome to impersonate his brother he’s a successful musical theatre actor playing judas in jesus christ superstar on broadway”

7

Part 2

The first picture was taken in early September. My hair had grown out juuuust enough to not be complete shit, and I was getting better at my makeup. I still was waiting to feel good about myself, but at least I wasn’t hiding it anymore. Social anxiety was at an all time high. 

Once October rolled around, I felt way better about myself. I actually remember telling myself that in October, I will look better, and I was waiting endlessly for it to come. My hair (which by now I’m sure you’ve noticed is a big part of my dysphoria) was actually getting decently long, and could actually help my image instead of hurt it. I would say I passed about 75% of the time at this point. 

In late November, I uploaded another picture, this time. Each picture before this one, I look back now and hate looking at, but this one is the one where I finally can see a girl. After waiting so long in my life to see myself that way, I finally hit that point, and I was so happy. Everything was going to be great from here. 

I soon turned 21, and felt that a picture was needed, as this would be my first birthday as me. I didn’t go out or anything that night, because my ID’s still were male, and I was really self conscious about it. Plus drinking has never really been my scene. 

In mid January, I got my name legally changed. It was a huge relief to not have to see my old name on so many things. I had finally ditched the old me, and could actually not lie to someone every time I introduced myself. A few days later I took the next photo, to showcase my progress a little more. Everything started to come together. At this point, I hadn’t gotten misgendered in a while. I felt good. 

I sorta went through February without taking any pictures, but the the next one is around early March. A lot of my focus went from facial appearance to body appearance. I wanted to get a more fem body, instead of the twig I was. I’ve been working out and eating more to try and combat that, and so far things have been going well!

I was planning on doing a part 3 about body developments, but I really don’t have the self confidence of my body to do that, but perhaps one day in the future. Thanks to all who have supported me this year, and here’s to the next!

anonymous asked:

Headcanons on Lotor kidnapping Lance??? Hints of Klance maybe????

(dude, it’s never ‘hints’ of Klance with me.  :3)

  • It’s all while Lance and Shiro are on a mission together to get more teladuv pieces.
  • They had just escaped the huge planet eating monster when a fleet of Galra shows up.
  • Lotor makes a big deal about his showing up and how amazing he is and how he’s going to defeat the entire universe, etc. etc.
  • This gives time for Lance and Shiro to devise an escape plan.
  • Which fails horribly.
  • The Blue lion gets stuck in a tractor beam and is taken into the main Galra ship.
  • Lance begs Shiro to leave and get help, which Shiro reluctantly does after he realises there’s nothing he could do.
  • Lance is so scared.  Blue stops working, he’s sitting in a Hangar, waiting for Galra to take him away.
  • They do eventually.
  • Lance is taken to the throne room, which is occupied by Lotor.
  • Lotor gives another speech about how glad he is to have Lance on board, making sure to keep the blue Paladin’s eyes on him the entire time.
  • “My special boy…”
  • He calls Lance several pet names, which Lance can’t stand.
  • Even as prisoner, Lotor gives him an unusual amount of treatment, which makes other prisoners jealous and upset.
  • Meanwhile, Shiro gets back to the Castle of Lions.
  • Keith is furious.
  • He storms away, refusing to listen to anyone, locking himself in his room.
  • Keith blames Shiro for his stupid escape plan.
  • The red paladin almost leaves to rescue Lance before trying to be patient.
  • Even if he did hate Shiro, ‘Patience yields focus’ was still important.
  • Keith calms down and decides to leave anyways, figuring that’s his best bet.
  • He gets to the ship and gets on undetected, now traipsing around, trying to be silent and subtle.
  • A chorus of laughter is heard from the hall and Keith runs towards it.
  • What he sees is actually horrifying.
  • Lance is in the middle of the floor, sobbing, wearing only a pair of shorts while soldiers around him are throwing money, flowers, and food goo at the boy.
  • Lance is absolutely humiliated and violated and wants to get out of there.
  • Keith wastes no time to figure out what to do.  
  • (Shiro realised he left and is now yelling through the coms, trying to get Keith back so they can get an actual plan going.)
  • The red paladin ignores Shiro and carries on getting the attention of the soldiers by whistling at the door.  This attracts a few, where Keith lures them into the hallway before locking them out of the throne room.
  • He gets a few more by calling from the kitchen, locking them out, and several go by less orthodox ways of a knife somewhere that doesn’t shine.
  • All that’s left is Lotor, who’s sleeping on his throne and Lance, who has fallen into a panic attack.
  • Keith rushes over, cradling Lance, trying to calm down the blue paladin.
  • “Lance, you’re okay, hush, you’re here.  I’m here, it’s Keith….”
  • Lance tackles Keith with a hug, covering him in food goo and flower petals.  
  • “Keith, buddy, thank goodness…”  He sobs some more and they get Lance out of there without waking Lotor up somehow.
  • Keith gets Lance back to the castle and avoids questions, just focusing on Lance, who tries to insist he’s fine but, he’s mentally torn up.
  • Keith gives him a shower, gets him in pajamas and then tucks him into bed, sitting on the side.
  • “Lance, are you going to be okay?”
  • “I’ll be fine, Keith.”  Lance gives him a fake grin before starting to cry again.
  • Keith understands.  He moves next to Lance and cuddles up next to him.  
  • “It’s okay, Lance.  It’s okay…”
Regarding that missed spike from Chapter 249 (manga spoilers for chapter 250)

So, yeah, Kageyama-kun was pretty angry about that, but then he thought this:

Do you know what he’s referring to here?

Remember like 30 chapters ago when Kageyama and Hinata came back from their training camps? And Kageyama said “You’re going to be jumping even higher”

And Kageyama said his best jump would be like

But if you remember, we didn’t actually get to see it because of Dadchi:

Yeah, you can see where this is going…

That Kageyama smirk in the first picture can only mean one thing:

We’re going to see a “super jump” in this match. Hinata’s potential is going to shoot up. And, most probably, this explosive development will be the foundation on which Karasuno will build up to advance to the next level of Nationals.

Which means, this is going to be their arsenal against Nekoma, which has seen pretty much all of their other attacks and stuff, provided both teams advance to the next round.

Ok so I was going to reblog this and add on, but I want to deviate a little from the original post, and specifically address a comment made in response to it. But the original post is here (x).

Alright so this is the comment from @mrsgilbertholtzmann I want to touch on just a little bit:

Now I’m going to start off with yes, there is absolutely truth to this comment in the sense that with it being one singular movie, where there are four main characters, this means there is limited screen time to truly flesh out individual characters and give them back stories - because plot, and action etc. This can be wonderful for fandom, look characters for us to really delve into and play with, create head cannons on their history, how they would act in certain situations etc. So no we cannot truly say what the creators of the movie TRULY intended. BUT we can work with what we are given. This is what the original post is actually about.

CANON FACTS:

1. Holtzmann is not fantastic with feelings. Her speech at the end of the movie makes this one pretty obvious straight off. It’s very rehearsed and stilted. She does not speak with easy nor comfort. 

Physics is the study of movement of bodies and space and it can unlock the mysteries of the universe but it cannot answer the essential question of what is our purpose here and to me the purpose of life is to love and to love is what you have shown me. I didn’t think that I would ever really have a friend until I met Abby and then I feel like I have a family of my own and I love you, thank you.

Two other aspects of this scene often ignored, firstly Abby’s face during the whole speech for starters, but this face right here, this is the exact moment where Holtzmann says she didn’t think she would every really have a friend until she met Abby. 

This is completely new information to Abby. They’ve been friends for potentially years depending on your views of canon timeline. But Holtzmann has clearly never spoken about her past in great depth, not enough to reveal she’d never had friends or even a good family environment.

Secondly the sound Holtzmann makes once she’s done and sits down, and the fact she won’t even make eye contact with any of the others as they acknowledge what she has said.

This is someone really uncomfortable with sharing her feelings and any potential response she receives. 

2. The majority of the movie Holtzmann only engages in conversation when it is about the science, either loosely or directly. Beyond that it’s jokes (primarily at Erin’s expense) or comments made to another character/s. Now this one is probably a little vague. But hear me out, I’m going to define conversation as being an exchange of ideas, thought, or feelings between two or more people. I’m also going to add on to that, being involved in a discussion means contributing more than a line here or there.

Now not every interaction Holtzmann has would be classed as a discussion. So just a couple of examples.

The speech we just looked at, not a discussion, she said what she wanted to say, then closed down, there was no exchange of thoughts and feelings, it was one sided.

Her first scene, where she introduces herself to Erin, other than really the opening statement, and the occasional remark to Abby. Most of this scene is Abby doing the talking.

The ghost in the subway, Holtzmann actually engages here a little more than she has thus far, but it’s about the science, the equipment she’s created and what needs to happen.

The same can be said for when they’re trying out her new toys in the alley (both times)

Holtzmann has the least amount of lines in the movie that the other three ladies. Most of her lines are short and amusing. But note when I say amusing here I mean it is amusing to us as an audience (which is a whole other thing).

3. Science is her safe place. This one is fairly obvious, its clearly somewhere she often retreats to. The movie takes place over a very short timeline yet Holtzmann has created all these wonderful toys to play with within that time. Now don’t get me wrong she’s very good at what she does, but that’s a lot of time she’s spending on this stuff. Science is also where she feels most comfortable to engage with new people. It’s where she’s happy to be open and talk more (as I just covered off.

Things Holtzmann is not:

1. A sex god - this is not canon, this is not implied at all. Feelings and sex for some are absolutely two different things. So saying Holtzmann is bad with feelings does not automatically mean she cannot also be a sex god. BUT the fact that Holtzmann is bad with feelings, and does not easily engage in conversation with new people other than science based conversations indicates that meeting and having sex with random strangers is probably not something she is doing on the regular.

2. Always knows what to say and it’s hilarious - consider what you actually find “hilarious” about Holtzmann. Think about the moments in the movie really hard. Now ask yourself this question, would you find that line, that action just as funny if you were in the scene, if it was real life. You’ll probably find if you really give it some thought, that answer is probably no. That’s because what’s funny about Holtzmann is humorous to us as an audience ONLY.

3. Makes you gay - now talk about a problematic statement right there. Now where to actually start here. So sure it’s all fun and games to say I was straight until I saw this person and now I’m gay. It’s humorous, everyone has a good laugh, and it’s overused something shocking. What you are implying is being gay is a choice, it is something that can be changed about a person. I’m going to assume that the majority of the people who will read this post would define their sexuality as something different from strictly heterosexual. Now consider how you feel about been told that your sexuality which might have taken you years of heartache, anguish, and struggle to come to terms with, is really only just a choice. It’s laughable even. Ignoring all of that though, again you’re projecting a lot of your outside opinions onto a character. If you met this awkward, admittedly attractive, science geek, in horribly mismatched clothing and coloured glasses, are you going to automatically think “well shit I never realised this but I’m totally gay!” Probably not, let’s be real.

In summary YES we can all have different head cannons of Holtzmann, or any of the other ladies, they don’t all have to be the same. We all do see different things in the movie. BUT there are some clearly defined aspects of Holtzmann’s character from the movie being actively ignored or twisted. 

Garish Room #28 [2017 ver. member A to Z case of Reita] part 1

- Actor (favorite actor / actress, own acting ability)

Reita: She’s not an actress, but I like Miranda Kerr (laughs). Since she’s the only one who I follow in my instagram, I think it was a crux for fans. And about me, for example, in a video, although there is required acting skills, for me it is completely unthinkable. Many years ago we discussed to stop acting by ourselves. If this is a photoset, then this is self-evident, but if to imagine yourself in a role…I’m quite a bad actor. At the time we created the video [MAD MARBLE HELL VISION], they told me “Get smeared in blood, making something like moans". And I answered: “No, could you take a little pity on me?” (laughs). It’s so embarrassing. But if my partner was an actress, then I would have thought about it (laughs).

- Baby (when you behave like a child)

Reita: When I can’t find things, I’m very angry. I am known for having such a character that I never get upset, but at such situations I can’t be helped. Even searching in the drawer, at first I quickly view everything, but if I can not find, then I throw out all the contents from it. Although I actually lose things easily, I created such a public image, as if I don’t lose them, but it seems that here (in this article) it will be destroyed (laughs). Well, basically, I’m in the places where there are no messy boxes.

- Christmas (memories of christmas)

Reita: This is a story I didn’t tell on the radio. When I was about 6 years old, my parents divorced and for next Christmas I wanted a pretty big rhinoceros “ZOIDS”, so I was looking forward with great anticipation to go to buy it with my mother. But, since it’s been a very short time since the divorce, and besides, my mother was buisy at work, she could not go with me to buy it, because she worked even on Christmas Day. But since I wanted to go buy it together, I said that everything is fine, even if we buy it next day, so, the essence was that I was looking forward to the fact that we’ll go buy it together. But then on the very Christmas Day ZOIDS was delivered to us by the courier. In the usual situation, at that moment, in theory, I should be very happy, but I was too much expecting the fact that we will go together to buy it, and I, calling my mother, who was at the time in the workplace, too vigorously expressed my discontent …This is the memory for which I want to insanely apologize. It was just unforgivable.

- Danger (it was dangerous!)

Reita: Maybe when I had an operation on my throat. I was in such a condition that I was given a blood transfusion, and now I’m already well, but at that time, it seems, it was quite dangerous.

- Emergency (things you think you need to do now, as soon as possible)

Reita: Do sport. For about 2 months my wrists ached, which I damaged by stretching ligaments, so I could not train muscles at all. And then, after an injection, two days later everything began to heal. And from there, I ran into the gym. Trying to be careful in the diet, I didn’t eat anything but white rice, therefore, in order to catch up the time lost so far, already today I want to quickly train. However, since the story of muscle training will not be well received by the public, let’s dwell on this (laughs).

- Fashion (preferences in style)

Reita: I have no special preferences, but it will suffice to say that these are spacious clothes. Almost everyone wears tight-fitting things, but I directly envy their equanimity in this matter. In comparison with the old times, in terms of accessories, I can not wear anything other than the necessary minimum, things that I liked. As for color I hate that I wear only black, gray and white shades, and I would really like to fix it. Actually, I would like that such color, as green, would suit to me, for example (laughs).

- Ghibli (Ghibli’s favorite works)

Reita: “Spirited Away” or “Princess Mononoke” … At the same time, it was also such that I didn’t watch anything except “My Neighbor Totoro”. Since in the first part of “Spirited Away” I eat onigiri, they seem super delicious to me. Probably, I like such ambience.

- Health (what do you pay special attention in the field of health)

Reita: I gave up carbohydrates. However, due to the heavy workload recently, the level of sugar in my blood dropped and there was some really sticky sweat. At that time, of course, I used a little sugar. But basically, I eat vegetables and meat, and tofu … Well, since I pretty much follow what I eat, I’m a little annoying people around.

- Immorality (about treasons, which became a hot topic in 2016)

Reita: Aaaah about this… treason is not good. In this case it is difficult to get approval, isn’t it? (laughs). It seems that people who commit treason absolutely don’t care at all, right? This is constantly shown on TV, isn’t it?  So I started to wonder “what is it?”. And I stopped watching TV, So more than a year, strictly speaking, I don’t have an antenna connected. As for people, I guess, that this is the very thing which feeds the dirty (vulgar) part of human beings. So in reality, they just become shitty creatures (laughs)

- Junk (unnecessary things at home)

Reita: If from the point of view of other people, then it’s probably going to be dumbbells or something like that, isn’t it (laughs). I threw away all the things that I didn’t need, but now in my room there is still a broken speaker for stereo.

- Kimi no Na Wa (the film “Your name”)

Reita: I didn’t watch it, but I was surprised that it sells so well! Even if, for example, good adults will watch it, they will still be interested, won’t they? I think that I would like to watch it one day, but precisely because of the fact that it sells so well, my punk soul lacks the desire to watch it (laughs).

- Love (the importance that love occupies in your life)

Reita: I think that if I wasn’t in the band, the most part would be occupied by THIS (love), isn’t it? But when you’re in a band, the band is more important to you than anything else, so to neglect the group and be completely absorbed in this feeling, this hasn’t happened to me yet. In my life, the presence of love is not so great. Fortunately, I never got upset because of this (laughs).

- Moving (сonditions for moving)

Reita: The hallway should be spacious. Landscape, when I open the front door, should create a feeling, as if I open the door wide to the side. When I return home, would like to feel free in sentimental way. If it’s Tokyo, then it will be quite difficult, right?

- No (work that you would not like to receive by being a member of the Gazette)

Reita: For example, to get into a bath with hot water or something? (laughs) In fact, the work about which I’d have thought that I don’t want to do it, until this moment I just didn’t do anything like that.

translated from japanese to russian by shimizu_ran.vk for the_gazette_quotes.vk

translated from russian to english by me

as always thx for reading and sorry for mistakes ^^

Model in the Making Part 1

Summary: (College!AU) Y/N and Bucky, one of her close friends (whom she might like a teeny tiny bit), realise they might be able to help each other out with each their own assignments, much to the amusement of the rest of the group.

Author’s Note: Yes, guys, another series. It’s partially inspired by ‘A Lesson in Love’ by @buckyywiththegoodhair, which you should definitely read if you haven’t already because it is so damn good. 

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Originally posted by theimpossibleg1rl


Part One

“Just ask her already!” Steve mutters, elbowing Bucky’s side. You turn around from the hob just in time to see Bucky glare daggers at Steve.

“Ask who, what?” you ask, picking up a nearby towel and drying your hands.

“Well, I need, uh, I need help with an art project,” Bucky says. He explains his request in greater detail. Each word he says causes the hair on your arms to stand up and your cheeks to warm up.

“Uh…” you stutter, trying to think of a response. “Surely there are plenty of other girls who would be more…. suited to the task,” you say, giving him a small, tight-lipped smile, before making your way out of the room.

“Wait! Maybe we can help each other out,” he calls. You stop in your tracks, turning around.

“I’m listening.”


The sheer ring of a bell wakes you from your haze of concentration, and you look down at what you’ve drawn. Wrinkling your nose in disgust, you quickly place the sheet of paper in your folder and close it. You pick up your supplies and put them in your bag, before zipping it up and slipping the bag on. You give the instructor a brief nod and a tight-lipped smile as you walk past her. Glancing at your watch, you see it’s half past eleven.

You step out through the door of the building and breath in the sharp, cool, night air. It’s dark. You can just about see the streetlights on the main street from where you are, but you’re still a fair bit away. You pull out your phone.

You press the contact on your phone and hold it close to your ear as you hear the familiar buzz, telling you the phone is ringing.

“Hey, what’s up?”

The sound coming from your phone startles you.

“Uh, hey, Steve,” you reply, practically seeing the grin on his face. You can’t help but smile. “What are you guys up to?”

You can hear Bucky and Sam doing stuff in the background, and knowing it’s Friday, God only knows what they have planned.

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Boyfriend Tag || Joe Sugg Imagine

Hey, guys, I’m Y/N and welcome back to my channel, Or if your new Hello,“ I say towards my camera. I turn my head to the boy sitting next to me, "As most of you probably know this is my boyfriend, say hello.” I place my hand on his chin.

“Hello,” He waves, “I’m Joe, the boyfriend.” He chuckles making me roll my eyes.

“And today we are doing the boyfriend tag!” I half-shout making Joe slap his hand to his chest. I laugh and kiss his cheek.

“Okay so I’m going to ask the first question,” I open my phone, “When slash where did we meet?”  My eyes make their way over to Joe.

“I hate this story,” Joe groans making me grin.

“You have to tell this one,”

“No, you tell it,” he says looking away from the camera obviously embarrassed, “Okay,” I say giggling softly.

“So, young Joseph here,” I place my hand on his head making him groan, “Was actually dating one of my very good friends, but as you can probably tell things didn’t work out between them.”

“But were still friends with her,” Joe cuts me off making me nod my head.

“And when they weren’t together anymore I asked him out on a date,” I smile and kiss his cheek.

“Okay next question,” Joe mumbles, “When did we meet each other’s, parents?”

“Oh yes,” I say clasping my hands together with a smile reappearing on my face, “We actually met each other’s parents on the same day, Christmas.”

“I loved every second of that day,” Joe says kissing my cheek and wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Me too,” I say, “When and where was our first kiss?”

“I really like this story, so, me being the romantic individual I am, I kissed her at sunset on our second date,” Joe says both of us having matching grins.

“Who said I love you first?” I ask.

“I did,” Joe states proudly.

“And the question that most of you have been waiting for,” I say, “How long have we been dating?”

“Well, it’s time to tell you guys, we’ve been dating for just over a year,” Joe grins kissing my cheek softly, and then I kiss his cheek softly.

“This is the very last question, What was our biggest fight about?”

“Nope, we are not telling them about that,” Joe says hiding his face in the crook of my neck.

“Joe got a little jealous one night, and alas we argued about him being a little over dramatic,” I laugh running my fingers through his hair.

“So that was the boyfriend tag with me, Joseph and Y/N and well see you next week, where I hopefully won’t get bullied from Y/N for half and hour.”

“Hey! I didn’t bully you,” I pout.

“Bye guys,” Joe says before kissing my pouted lips.

anonymous asked:

Swan queen prompt: Regina finally found a way to reverse the potion that didn't let her have children and is thinking of getting pregnant, then emma finds out and gets jealous because "YOU'RE ONLY SUPPOSED TO HAVE CHILDREN WITH ME"

(Well then, this came out a lot different than I expected. But here we go!)


Down in her vault, Regina flipped constantly through pages of various spellbooks. Her potions sprawled out over the place. Books thrown around the floor around her. Candles lit up to keep the light. Some almost completely burnt out as the wax trickled down onto the cobblestone it sat on. Regina herself sitting on the ground looking exasperated. Her face flushed, bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep.

“Useless… why did I do this to myself…” she muttered under her breath. “For what? To spite my own mother?”

She shook her head as it dropped down. “I can’t keep doing this…” her voice lowered exhaustively. Lids finally closing tightly over her eyes. Regina slunk down to her right side in a deep sleep. Finally, all her research and lack of sleep had caught up to her.

“Mom?” a teenage voice called out as Henry entered the vault. Stepping further inside he saw his mother collapsed on the ground. Quick to her side he checked to see if she was alright. A sigh of relief to find that she was just sleeping.

Shaking his head he looked around seeing all the books surrounding her. “Oh geez, mom….” Henry sighed as he sat down beside her. Stroking his hand over her head, through her hair. “What have you been doing down here?” he asked quietly.

Fingers brushing over the pages of the opened books. Brows furrowed as he picked up one of the books setting it on his lap. “What’s…this?” his eyes scrolled over the words, fingers tracing with as he mumbled under his breath. “Mom…” he sat down the book in front of him. Shaking Regina slightly, “Mom, we need to go home so you can sleep.”

Groaning Regina’s eyes fluttered open. “Henry it’s late…”

Laughing at her he rested his hands on his knees. “Not really, it’s actually only after seven in the morning.”

Shooting up from the ground Regina looked around. “Did I fall asleep here?” he clenched her teeth tightly. Another failed night of research…

“Yeah you did and I got really worried about you. Wasn’t sure where you were so I asked mom and grandma if they knew. Since they didn’t know I assumed you were either here or at your office…” Henry said as calmly as he could, a hint of worry lingering in the back of his tone. “Mom, what’s going on anyways? What have you been doing down here? I thought you stopped with magic…”

Sighing Regina rubbed her head as an oncoming migraine was beginning to form. Biting down on her bottom lip she looked at Henry. Large sad brown eyes as she took a deep breath. “I was trying to find a way to reverse a potion I took long ago… So far I’ve been coming up empty…”

“What potion was it?” he asked her curiously.

“To spite my mother… I took a potion that would leave me infertile… so I may never have children…” she said quietly.

“Oh…” Henry reached back down to the book in front of him. Handing it to his mother. “Is this what you were looking for then?”

Regina quick to take the book skimmed over the spell. Tears building in the corners of her eyes causing them to swell up she sat down the book. Reaching to wrap her arms around Henry. “Yes.. how did you….?” she choked out the words.

Returning the much-needed embrace Henry smiled teary eyed himself. “It was opened next to you… you probably didn’t notice it when you fell asleep.”

Pulling away Regina wiped her tears. Picking up the book she collected herself as she stood up tall. Walking over to the cauldron and potions she began to mix the ingredients it called for. “Thank you.” she said looking over her shoulder as Henry approached beside her.

“Welcome, mom.” he smiled as he watched her make the hopeful reverse potion.

As it finished mixing together Regina poured it into a vile. Looking at Henry who’d been by her side waiting for her. “Well, here it goes…” she smiled faintly. Anxiously she pressed her hand against her stomach while drinking the vile in her other hand.

“Did it work?” he asked as they left the vault.

Shoving a hand into her coat pocket, the other wrapped around Henry. “I don’t know…”

“Well do you feel different?”

She smiled at him and kissed the top of his head. “Yes… actually, I do.”

LATER……

Brushing her hands nervously over her black dress Regina took in a deep breath. “I can do this… I’m… excited to do this….” she whispered to herself before opening the door to Granny’s. The Charming family sitting at their usual booth Regina walked over taking a seat next to Henry.

“So what did you want to talk about? You seemed so excited when you stopped by the station.” Emma said looking over at her with a smile. A hint of curiosity hidden behind it. She hadn’t been able to figure out what Regina was so excited about since she stopped by to see her. Her heart fluttering when they exchanged a long tight embrace.

Crossing her leg over the other, fingers entwined as they rested on her knee. “Well, I have exciting news…” She took in a deep breath before looking at all the curious faces.

“It’s okay mom, just tell them.” Henry said reassuringly.

Emma nudging him, “Kid you know what this is about?”

“Yeah, I helped her out today with it all.”

“With what all?” Emma’s smile soon faded into concern as she looked to Regina.

“Well…. Emma.. everyone… I found a potion to reverse the one I took ages ago… I can now have children… I had stopped off at the hospital afterward to make sure it worked… and… it did!” Regina grinned from ear to ear. “So I was looking into having treatments of some sort since… let’s face it I’m never going to find my true love.” she said bitterly. “So this is the next best thing.”

Snow and David’s smiles stretched widely from ear to ear in the excitement of the news. “Regina! That’s wonderful news! We’re so happy for you! If you need anything, anything at all just let us know.”

Snow extended out her hand to rest upon Regina’s.

“Thank you, Snow, David.” Regina grinned nodding at them. Her heart pounding against her chest soon to halt at the sight of Emma’s expression. “Emma?” she asked worriedly. “Is everything alright?”

Biting down tightly on her bottom lip Emma nodded. Her voice low as she gestured for Henry to move from the booth to let her out. “Yeah, everything’s great. I’m happy for you. I just… remembered something is all.” She swallowed back after giving a quick faint smile. “I’m sorry, I have to go. Good luck. Regina.” she said with a final smile. This one sadder than the others before. Emma gripped tightly onto her red leather jacket as she stepped back turning around facing the door.

Regina puzzled at Emma’s reaction. Feeling her heart as if it was ripped from her chest.

Snow’s brows furrowed as she watched her daughter. Passing baby Neal to David she slid out from the booth. “Just give me one moment please.” she said excusing herself.

Her footing quickened as she headed out the door. Stopping and crossing her arms as she saw Emma standing at the edge of the sidewalk. Hearing her sobs. “Emma?” Snow stepped a little closer towards her daughter. Seeing the tears flooding down her cheeks as she turned to her. “Emma, what’s wrong?”

“It’s not that…I’m not happy for her.” She replied wiping her tears. Stiffening her posture. “I really am… I’m just….”

“Just what? Emma, I’m not unde—”

“Of course you don’t understand.” Emma spat out shaking her head. “I’m thrilled for her. How can I not be? I LOVE HER. I’m just wishing that I could have known and been beside her when she was staying up late looking for a way to reverse this. To be the person that was beside her looking into treatments. TO BE HER TRUE LOVE. IT SHOULD BE MY CHILD SHE IS HAVING. I mean, why not? We have Henry together…”

“Swan?”

Emma’s eyes shot back over from behind her mother. Seeing Regina pacing elegantly toward her. A blushing smile shining brightly as she approached her. “Do you really feel that way?”

“Yes of course I do,” Emma said staring into brown eyes.

One final step, tears building the corners of her eyes. Cupping her hands over Emma’s cheeks she smiled even wider. “Then let’s start a family together.” She said before pressing her red lips against Emma’s.

Everything is going to be ok

Anon:  namjoon scenario pweaase where he’s a gang leader and you, his wife get kidnapped and the kidnappers torture you to get the information and namjoon is desperate to find you? make it angsty with good end pleaaase

Hope you like it

illi

Originally posted by jackjacky5


You knew who he was, what he did..but you couldn’t resist him.

There was an inexplicable bond between you two, you called it fate. Like a magnet you were attracted in his world full of danger and lies but you didn’t want to come back because in this world he was like a safe heaven.

Kim Namjoon was the boss of the gang who controlled the Seoul’s district where you were born and grew up, your mother always told you to be aware of Kim family. She told you not to come close to them, to change road if you met them and so you did, for you entire life until that day.

He was like an angel, fallen from the sky to save you when some guys from another gang were bothering you while you were getting home from work. He was so fast you couldn’t understand what was going on, you only could feel his strong arms wrapped around you to turn you away from the guys and his soft voice whispering “Don’t be afraid”.


From that moment Namjoon never left your side, your parents didn’t want you to date him but your love were stronger that all the voices of the people around you; you got married after 13 months in secret, he said it was dangerous if someone found out who you were because you were his weakness and they could easily hurt you to get him.


But they found you


You were getting ready to leave the house when someone knocked at your door, you quickly went to open it when you saw two tall mans in black smiling at you, they took a gun out from their jackets and then covered your eyes, you were lifted and took to a car.

-We got her boss..yes..yes..yes we’ll look for it..yes alive I know

They tied your wrist and putted something in your mouth so you couldn’t talk.

After what felt like an eternity they stopped the car and you were lifted again, they made you sit on a chair, tied you on it and took of the bandage off your eyes.

-He will kill you, all of you

-No he won’t..or we’ll cut you

One of them with a gun in his hand, the other with a knife.

He would have found you, you were sure it was just a matter of time..but what will they do to you until then? You were scared and alone..you didn’t understand where out were, you tried to follow the car movements as he told you but it didn’t work.

You were in a big black garage, with some stairs that connected it somewhere else and one door, it was hot.

-So where are all the diamonds that your nice husband has?

-What?

Diamonds? He never told you anything of his business because he knew it would have been dangerous, you remember him telling you “Babe, I can’t tell you anything because I love you too much..if someone tries to hurt you to find things out just tell him you know nothing, just convince them..understood?”. That time you thought he was a bit exaggerating but know..know you did understand.


-Where are they?

-I don’t know

-Stop lying

-I am not..why would I??? I don’t want to die for some stupid diam..

The man with the knife slapped you on the right cheek, it was so hard you could taste blood in your mouth

-Stop lying princess

-I am not.. he never tell me anything of his work

He grabbed your hair and put his face near yours

-Why would I trust you?

-Cause that’s your only choice

Another slap, and you could feel your cheeks burning, blood coming out from your mouth

-Princess let’s do it my way then

He grabbed the knife and without hesitation put it on your neck..you were never so scared your entire life and you could only think of Joon.

-Don’t..Joon Kim would kill you if you do something to his princess

The other man said, and you thanked God he wasn’t as stupid as the other one

-Just talk, he will never find you

-He will

This time he punched you, in the stomach.. you almost threw up.. the pain was too strong to handle.

You spitted some blood and tears started run from your eyes

The smart one got a call and left the both of you alone and so you started thinking of a plane to escape

-Princess…you really want to die eh?

You looked at him and asked

-I have to go to the bathroom

-NOW??

-Yes

He sight and started to untie you but you decided that this was your only chance, when your feet was free you punched him as hard as you could and started running away

You reached the door and tried to open it, the man was cursing you on the floor, you opened it but then, in front of you..

You never felt so much pain in your life, every inch of your body hurt and you could do nothing but breathing and that was hard..


-I told you to look after her!

-She punched me in the face!!!

-Cause your stupid

You were again on the chair and you could barely keep your eyes open when you heard your phone ring

-Oppa it’s calling you princess, should we answer?

-Joon- you said almost whispering, not strong enough to complete the sentence

-Hello there, your wifey’s phone!

The man putted him on speaker so you could hear him, you prayed for him to be close, you couldn’t resist anymore

-Where the fuck are you?

-Oppaaaaa are you mad at us?? We wanted to have fun!!

-I’ll kill all of you little fuckers, just let me get you

-I think you better stay calm or your love will be hurt

-Don’t even think of touching her

-Oops

-WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?

-She was being a bad girl so we just teached her a lesson, now..where are the diamonds?

-Motherfuckers…I’ll kill you all

-Where are the diamonds?

The man grabbed your hair making you whine in pain, being sure he heard you

-Stop! She know nothing! Let her go!

-Your little princess is tired here, why don’t you just tell us everything?

-D-Don’t

-Uhh she still talks

-Babe I am on my way

-Woow you guys are so romantic but actually Kim Namjoon you better tell us where the fuck are the diamonds

-Then let her go..and I will give them to you

-How can we trust you?

-You got my wife..


You had no idea of what time it was, you were still tied on the chair, blood on your pinks sweater and your blue jeans. Suddenly the door opened and you saw him.

-Oppa is here princess, are you happy??

-Get away from her

-Uhh someone has an attitude here

The man with the gun looked at you, and smirked at you

-Aish your wife is really strong, and beautiful

Joon looked at you, you could see anger in his eyes

You smiled at him, knowing that now you were safe

-Babe close your eyes

You knew what was going to happened so you did as he said..

Shots and corpse who felt and the ground, that’s all you heard

-Babe

You felt his hands cupping your face and as you opened your eyes you started crying

-Babe I am so sorry

-Joon..

-I am here ok? Everything is going to be ok

-Joon I am sorry..I .. I

He hugged you and kissed your head softly, trying not to hurt you

-Babe I am so sorry.. I should have protected you from this

-Joon..i love you

-I love yo too Y/N.. I am really sorry ok? But I promise you this will never happen again, ok?

You started to feel your eyes heavy as he was starting to untie you and so you felt asleep.


You woke up in your bed, it was dark outside, you turned around and found him watching you

-Joon

-Babe are you ok?

-Yes.. I am fine now

-Babe the doctor said you have to rest for a few days

-mm..ok

-I am sorry

He looked at you and you saw tears in his eyes

-Joon I am ok, I love you and I know that you did everything to find me as soon as possible.

-I wasn’t fast enough. They hurted you

-And you killed them

You started at him in his eyes and kissed him softly

-You killed them and they will never hurt me again

-Yes

-I love you Kim Namjoon

-I love you Y/N

Tears On Our Tongues

The ride home after the woods

A SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Countdown


Simon

When we get back to the car, we both sit in an extremely awkward silence.  Neither of us seems to know what to do.  After all, that was possibly the most pivotal moment of both of our lives.  Where do we go from here.?

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.

           When I turn to nervously look at Baz, he’s staring straight ahead, his jaw set and his brow heavy.  He’s gripping the steering wheel with both hands, but doesn’t make a move to actually start the car.  Rain is beginning to dot the windshield, and I can see my own breath whisper into the air.

           Baz is so tense, like he’s only just fully realizing what has happened.

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.

           “Um,” I murmur, breaking the silence, “do you want me to drive?”

           He blinks like he’s snapped out of a daze and takes a breath.  “No,” he says without looking at me, “it’s fine.”  He turns the key in the ignition, and I notice his hands shaking.

           “Baz,” I reach out and touch his arm without thinking. “I’d really prefer if I drove.”

           He doesn’t flinch at my touch like I expect him to.  He just stares at my hand on his skin with an odd expression, like he’s trying to figure out something complicated.  Like he’s thinking how did that get there?

           It’s not looking like he’s going to move, so I open my door and walk around to the driver’s side, and only then does he actually get out of the car.  He doesn’t look at me as he passes, barely brushing me with his coat on the way.

           When we’re both in our seats, I start the car and turn us around, heading back the way we came.  I turn on the heat because it’s freezing in here, but not the music. As much as I want to break the silence, I can’t ignore the fact that this isn’t just the normal we-kissed-what-now kind of awkward.  This is the you-almost-killed-yourself-and-as-a-result-we-kissed kind of awkward, which is slightly heavier than the normal awkward.

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.  Tears on our tongues.

           I sneak a glance at him.  He gazes at the window.  Not out, just at.  

           “You okay?”  I know it’s a stupid question, of course he’s not, but I have to ask.

           He shrugs and very slightly shakes his head.

           “I know it sounds dumb,” I say quietly, “but it’ll be alright.  You’ll be okay.”

           He doesn’t look at me.  I’m starting to wonder if he ever will again.

Baz

I nearly killed us. I nearly sent us both up in flames and then had him against a tree snogging the life out of him.  And here he is asking if I’m okay.

           Point for him though, because I’m not.  Of course not.

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.  Tears on our tongues.  His mouth, so full of heat.

           I’m not okay, and now I’ve let him see in graphic detail exactly how not-okay I am.  I could not have made myself more vulnerable in front of him, and the thought makes me want to curl into a ball, erase the whole thing, make it never happen.

           Except for the kissing.  That part can stay.

           Even though I have no idea if he meant it.  It might have been a final attempt to pull me out of my suicidal funk.  Even the kisses after the fire was out were probably just pity kisses, albeit very desperate pity kisses.

           “Baz,” he says quietly, and I feel him glance at me, “how long… um, how long had you wanted… that?”

           “Forever.”  It comes out without a thought.

           “Oh.”

           “Since fifth year.”  Both are true.

           Simon thinks for a moment.  “Why didn’t you say anything?”

           “You had enough reason to hate me.”

           “I don’t hate you.”

           “You did.”

           “I always thought you hated me.”

           “I did,” I nod, “until I loved you.”  His head whips to face me and I scrunch my eyes shut.  I can’t believe I just said that.  “Until I didn’t hate you anymore,” I try to fix it, but I know it’s too late.  It’s out, it’s in the air between us, and it’s going to stay there forever, taunting me with how he’ll never say it back.

           “Baz -”

           “Please,” I grit through my teeth, a tear squeezing out of my eye, “I can’t.”  The tear makes its way down my cheek until it drips into my mouth, and the taste is like Simon.  I will probably forever associate the taste of tears with kissing Simon.

           “Okay,” he whispers, and we’re quiet for the rest of the drive.  I try to keep my sobs silent, but I’m sure he’s hearing them,

           I could have killed him.  If he’d died, it would have been my fault.

           Tears on our tongues.

           When we finally pull into my driveway, I climb out of the car as soon as we’ve stopped.  I hear him call after me, but I don’t pause.  I slam the car door and start stalking towards the house.  It’s so over for me.  I thought I was ready to die in the woods?  I hadn’t been kissed by the boy I love who will never love me. How am I supposed to live with that?

           His footsteps on the driveway are quick like he’s running after me.  I keep moving, tears blurring my vision.

           He catches up to me at the doorstep, throwing himself between me and the door, blocking my entry.

           “Get out of the way, Snow,” I mutter, looking down. We’re under the porch light now, he’ll be able to see what a mess I am, and I can’t look at his expression.

           “Baz, please.”

           “Please what?” I snap.  “What do you want?”

           I make the mistake of glancing at his face and I find tears running down his cheeks.

           “I want you to know that you’ll be okay,” he sobs, “and that I want you to be okay.”

           “I nearly killed you, Snow,” I say, shuddering, “how can you possibly want me to be okay?”

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.  Tears on our tongues.  His mouth, so full of heat.  Flames licking at my vision.

           “You wouldn’t have,” he shakes his head, “you were going to spell me away, and for some reason, that’s more upsetting than if you’d tried to kill both of us.”

           “What makes you think I would have saved you?”

           “It was in your eyes.”

           Right now his eyes are full of something I don’t recognize.

           He takes my hand tentatively.  “I need you to know something,” he tells me through his sobs, “because you probably think that it was a sympathy kiss.”

           That’s exactly what I’m thinking.

           “Please never think that.  Never think that the first kiss, or any kisses after that were out of sympathy.  I kissed you because I wanted to, a lot more than I realized.”  He sniffles, his eyes pleading.  “I’d kiss you again right now, and tomorrow morning, and every day after that and none of it would be out of sympathy, and I need you to understand that.”

           I’m shaking like a leaf.  Because I’m tense, because I’m cold, because I’m in some kind of shock, because of Simon’s words.

           “You’d kiss me again?” I choke, unable to believe what I’m hearing.

           He goes pink and he’s smiling and crying and laughing all at once, and I finally recognize what’s in his eyes because it’s exactly the same thing as what’s in mine.

           He doesn’t answer with words.  He stands on tiptoe and takes me by the lapels of my ruined suit, pressing his mouth into mine and it fits like we’ve been doing this forever, like it’s second nature.  His lips taste like tears again and I’m certain that the taste of tears will always be bittersweet to me now, a reminder that no matter how bad it gets, Simon Snow kissed me because he wanted to.

           And he would again.  He is right now.

           And he would tomorrow morning, and every day after that.

anonymous asked:

Hey. So I was wondering... can you please explain Bendy to me? I get he's a 2D cartoon character, but what is he a drawing of? Is he good or is he bad?Does he like humans? Why is he all goopy half the time? I just keep seeing things from the fandom but have no idea where all these interpretations of his character are coming from. Thanks.

Ohhhh boy here we go kids, it’s time for a full breakdown of what we do and do not actually know.

Buckle up and prepare for spoilers!

Okay so. Bendy And The Ink Machine is a indie horror game by theMeatly. The premise is that your character, Henry, used to work at the Studio 30 years ago, and got a letter from your old boss, Joey Drew, to swing by again. On arrival, you find that the studio is run down, there is literally a vivisected cartoon wolf, and that there’s a big creepy machine that you need to turn on because…we don’t know, Henry’s an idiot.

Once you turn it on, you promptly get jumped by a malformed mockery of the cute cartoon demon you used to draw; Bendy the Lil’ Darlin’ Devil himself, though he ain’t so darlin’ no more. You run like hell and fall down a shaft into a lower complex in the Studio you didn’t know was there and, more importantly, shouldn’t be there. You get an axe, follow it down, and proceed to get chased around the old Music Department by ink zombies before being captured by Sammy Lawrence, who used to be the songwriter and is now a horrible abomination made of ink. He worships Bendy now, and believes sacrificing you to him will release him from the inky void that is now his body.

Bendy does release him, in the sense he releases his head from his miserable shoulders.

You manage to escape, just barely, your ax broken, and finally find a…friend, for the sake of not spoiling the big moment of the end.

…That’s it really.


In all honesty, we don’t know all that much about what’s going on. Is Bendy a victim or an unsympathetic monster? What was Joey Drew actually doing? WHY is everyone a goddamn Ink Zombie?!

Who the heck knows?


Now the goopy art you see of Bendy, that’s based off his actual in-game model which is uh…not pretty. Even in the beta, he was a half-melted mess, and now?

Let’s just say Bendy’s seen better days.

The cute art is actually the less canon art; it’s based off the cutouts and cartoon drawings you see every so often in the studio, combined with various headcanons and theories about the original cartoon. We know that the show used to be popular and likely started in the 30s, and did eventually get voice acting, but we have no images to go off of. 

Moreover, we have no idea what’s even wrong with Bendy. He could be another victim, driven mad by the horrors inflicted on him by his creators. He could be an asshole who is capitalizing on whatever the hell kind of shit went down in the studio. Heck, he might not even be Bendy the cartoon, but instead some poor sucker (bets being Joey himself) transformed into a malformed monstrosity.


WE JUST DON’T KNOW.


Due to the long breaks between chapters, everyone has their own ideas, and that’s resulted in a lot of fics, arts, and AUs. 

If you want some solid information, I already linked the tropes and creator twitter.

Here’s the Wiki.


Here’s Markiplier’s run through of the original Chapter 1.


And here’s @squigglydigglydoo​ running through the updated Chapter 1 and Chapter 2.

Once you’re done with that, there’s plenty of fan songs to engorge yourself on in the break between Chapter 2 and 3 we’re in.I hope this helps!

anonymous asked:

Okay this may sound like I'm an idiot but idc. I've read the aftg series two times and I can't for the life of me understand what "I can't let you let me be" means when andreil say it to each other. Can u pls explain/help?? Thanks.

no no no, you aren’t an idiot at all! it’s kind of a difficult concept to grasp, don’t feel bad :) it took me a bit before i really understood it. there is actually a section from Nora’s extra content where she answers this exact question, and you can find it right here. but i’ll try to break it down a bit too, if you don’t mind.

*cracks knuckles*

SO. the first time we see this phrase, andrew says it to neil right after their first kiss. he says, “I won’t be like them. I won’t let you let me be.” keep in mind, this all went down after neil called andrew when he had a break down and thought about running. wymack had just told neil that he was going to make him vice-captain the next year, and all neil could think about was this future that he wasn’t going to have. he would never be vice-cap because the season was almost over, his time was almost up, and he would be dead in four months time. so now andrew kisses him, and when he pulls back, he says, “Tell me no.” but neil didn’t say anything. he didn’t say no, and he didn’t say yes. but andrew knows that neil is not in the proper state of mind right now for his silence to count as consent. it cuts too close to andrew’s history of abuse, how everyone took what they wanted from him, with zero regard for his wellbeing. andrew wants to kiss neil, but he won’t. not unless neil tells him that it’s okay. neil doesn’t say the words, so andrew backs off. andrew will not allow neil’s passiveness to be a green light for him to keep going. andrew knows that neil would stand by and allow him to take what he wants, even though as far as he can tell, andrew and andrew alone wants it. he’s saying that he won’t let neil let him be like the people that abused him. he’s breaking the cycle.

FAST FORWARD. now it’s reversed, and we have neil saying it to andrew. this takes place right after aaron tells neil that they’re switching dorms because andrew is going to back off of his relationship with katelyn. neil goes back to andrew’s dorm and they start a lil makeout sesh, and andrew puts neil’s hand on his chest. neil knows that this is just andrew trying to push himself, trying to prove that he is actually okay. but he never says the words, so neil refuses to let his hand wander anywhere other than right where andrew put it. he says, “I won’t be like them. I won’t let you let me be.” a) because he is a smartass and likes to use andrew’s own words as weapons against him, and b) he will not allow andrew to make himself do things he isn’t comfortable with just for neil’s benefit. he will not use andrew as a tool to achieve his own gratification, like andrew’s abusers did before him.

TL;DR andrew won’t do anything to/with neil unless he gets a verbal confirmation that yes, he wants it. and the same with neil, he has to know that andrew wants whatever they’re doing to continue. they are both allowed to say no. which is more than andrew’s abusers ever gave him. 

“You’re a store clerk and oh shit I just spotted my ex please let me hide behind your desk-thing” AU

I saw this prompt earlier and I HAD to do it for Zutara!


The thing about hearing your name being called out is that it’s almost automatic to look around, even if - like Katara - you knew the voice calling it and didn’t want to. The thing about having a name like Katara’s was that ignoring it wasn’t much of an option, either - how many other Kataras were likely to be walking around? The shock of dark brown hair heading her way was, even from this distance, unmistakeable.

Crap,” she hissed, jerking her head back around and quickening her pace, even as she knew it would do no good - Jet was on the track team. This isn’t hiding, she thought to herself as she slipped into the nearest store, some tiny teashop. This is a tactical retreat.

The empty shop was small and quaint and - most importantly - completely devoid of places to hide: it was all tiny tables and squashy chairs. The only possible place was the desk at the back where the cash register was, and she hurried across to it, ducking under the door flap to find, to her dismay, a mess of cardboard boxes on the floor behind the desk. It seemed there was only room for one person to stand, so, grimacing, she started clearing the boxes away when she heard someone clear his throat.

“Is this… a robbery?” asked the guy looking at her, who must have just emerged from a door she hadn’t noticed before - a store room, probably. “Because if it is, it’s a really bad one. I could hear you all the way from the back.”

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Bts reaction to you thinking you were talking to your friend

A/N: Sorry for not posting for a very long time and really  I don’t have excuses. Sooo yeaah… I blame my laziness. Thank you all for waiting for me though. I really like you all. You’re so cute. I hope you enjoy this one.


Scene: here is the thing. When you’re talkikg to a friend and suddenly your friends stops walking because he or she sees something but you don’t notice and keep talking. We all had this once right? :p

Seokjin:
“No thats not it. Yeah the strawberry one was good but I really think we should take the carrot cake. So please let’s get the carrot cake” you begged and laid your head on her shoulder for extra persuading. But once your head didn’t reach her shoulder and you were sure she didn’t wear men perfume, you jumped away and lifted your eyes. You’ve got to be kidding me! You mentally facepalmed yourself. Kim Seokjin? Really? Of all the people, him? “I’m so sorry! I thought you were my friend. This looks so weird. I’m sorry.” You apologized over and over. “ It’s okay. I Figured.” Jin laughed and patted you on your shoulder. “I think you’re right though” you looked at him weirdly. “Right about what?” You responded. “The cake ofcourse. Carrot is the best. Please enjoy it! And eat a piece for me too.” You both laughed at this and you stuck your thump up. “Seokjin Fighting!” Was the last thing you said and ran over to your friend.

Originally posted by jjilljj

Yoongi

“Uhm. What are you doing?” You heard a deep voice next to you. “Woaaa f/n! How do you do that??” “I’m not f/n?” You heard it again. Okay maybe you should see what is going on? “Oh my. You’re not my friend!” You said and held your hands infront of your mouth, shock written all over your face “well this is embarassing” you laughed and bowed in apology. “I’m sorry” “aaah it’s okay. You made waiting a little less boring’’ he smiled. You blushed at the sight. “’Didn’t you mistake a person once for your friend?’’ you asked him, hoping your cheeks would regain their color. ‘’No I have not’’ he immediatly answered, looking at you with a straight face. Taken aback with his quick answer, you clasped your hands together and stood up. “I.. I think.. I should go look for my friend. Stay healthy!’‘ ‘’I was just joking. Who did not mistake a stranger for their friend? People who tell you that are lying.’’ He laughed. ‘’I know exactly how you feel so don’t be embarrased and as I said earlier, you made waiting less boring.’’ You couldn’t help but blush again and smiled at the ground. ‘’Well I really think I should look for my friend. I will cheer you guys on and stay happy and healthy yeah? Bye bye!’’ you waved at him and before you turned around you caught a glimpse of his heartmelting smile. 

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Hoseok:

‘’You know I hate that. I mean if people are looking at you I automatically say hi, but what pisses me off is that they turn their heads without a smile or something. Come on! you were looking at me first, just a slight smile is enough. You don’t have to greet me back if you don’t feel comfortable but a smile can, right?’’ You were ranting towards your friend about the frustration you felt at the subway this morning. ‘’Yeah I know I am not Korean but why stare? If you don’t want me to notice you staring, you actually should greet me first to make it seem like you weren’t staring.’’ You sighed. ‘’I totally, 100 % agree with you.’’ A man’s voice answered you back. Whippig your head to your side in confusing you made the discovery you have been ranting to a total stranger. You were already horrified, but once you recognized his features your eyes widened and a groan left your mouth. You faced the ceiling and literally facepalmed yourself. ‘’Aahaaa haha I am so sorry. I’m sorry you had to hear me rant about, you know. ‘’ You awkwardly laughed and apologized as you kept bowing in apology. ‘’No it’s okay. It was actually fun.’’ you looked at him confused. ‘’Fun?’’ you questioned. ‘’Aah I mean, it was refreshing, Most of the time the conversations are about me If I meet people but it was nice to hear a stranger rant.’’ He laughed while he had grabbed your hand and motioned for you to sit down. ‘’Well keep on going. I have to wait another fifteen minutes, so you can rant all you want until then.’’

Originally posted by hoseokxx

Namjoon:

‘’When you think about it, it is actually weird. In english you call a mandarin a mandarin and I mean the fruit. But Mandarin is also a language in China. Also here in Korea you have a lot of people with the last name Kim right. But where I come from Kim is not a last name but someone is actually called Kim. So I have been thinking what if a Kim is going to marry a Korean with the last name Kim? Would her full name be Kim Kim?’ That would be pretty funny.’’ you laughed, slapping your friend on her arm several times but you instantly stopped once you heard her laughing. well her would not be the right term. It would be a him. Looking up towards the source where the laugh was coming from, the wheels in your head started working when you realized you slapped Kim Namjoon’s arm. Several times might you add. Now since he seems strong you were sure it did not hurt him, heck you weren’t even hitting hard but still. If people had been filming this, this will be on the internet and people will assume you were hitting Namjoon for the wrong reasons. ‘’Well shit’’ you spoke loudly. Before you could apologize, he was already talking. ‘’Don’t you dare to apologize. I already figured it out you thought you were talking to someone else.’’ He chuckled  ‘’Why didn’t you say anything when you heard me talking.’’ You whined. He could have saved you the  embarrassment. ‘’At first I was going to tell you but once you started on the mandarin story I actually was thinking about it too and when you started with ‘Kim’ I couldn’t help but laugh to. I think it would be better if people first call her ladiesname and then her husbands.’’ He smiled. ‘’Yeah, thats a solution. eventhough it’s a bit funny, if you really love him you wouldn’t really care right?’’ You smiled aswell. Namjoon made you feel at ease and he laughed your embarrassment away.  ‘’It was nice meeting you. But I really think I should go. you know looking for my friend before she is going to report me as a missing person. Keep up the good work but don’t forget to take breaks. Army’s rather see you healty and happy and a bit less than seeing you guys everyday on tv, tired and injured.’’

Originally posted by baebsaes

Jimin:

You really really really wanted this book and since your friend needed a book for her essay she tacked along but once you stepped inside the store, you wanted to turn around and leave but unfortanutely for you, your friend stopped you and dragged you further inside. ‘’Can you let go please I’m bumping into a lot of people and they’re shooting me really really dark looks.’’ You complained as you once again winced when the girl you bumped into shot you a dirty look. ‘’I’m sorry but I really need this book for my essay and if we leave right now and come back in a couple of hours who knows if that book is still there. I am really sorry, I know you hate crowds, but I won’t leave your side, I will grab the book, pay for it and we will leave immediately after okay?’’She explained. ‘’’Fine but please hurry, I am already not feeling well.’’ you closed your eyes to try to calm down but when you felt your friends her hand leave yours, your eyes shot open, desperately looking for her again. ‘’Okay I am outta here.’’ turning around you tried to get to the entrance in the sea of people. Well a sea of women. ‘’I’m sorry can I get through?’’ you asked the girl who did not move an inch when you tried to get past her. ‘’No! You will have to wait till its your turn.’’ she snapped. ‘’My turn? No no no, I just want to get out of here. Get out of this freaking store?’’ You were already panicked and felt suffocated, but once this girl was just right out refusing to let you get past, plus that she was cursing at you under her breath, ticked you off. You really really wanted to get out of this store, because you already felt how your breathing became harder and people seemed to get closer and closer to you. Before you could scream, a hand circled your wrist and led you through the crowd. ‘’Seriously f/n.. You told me you wouldn’t let go of my hand.’’ you angrily spoke, letting your friend drag you out of the store since your vision was blurry from the tears. ‘’Sometimes I really don’t like you.’’ you confessed when the fresh air of outside hit your face. ‘’You don’t?’’ An unfamiliar voice asked. Your eyes traveled upwards and when they landed on his face everything seemed to click. Pointing a finger at him in understanding you said ‘’No shit this store was filled with people. Because you were there. Aaaah now I get it.’’ ‘’I’m sorry.’’ Jimin spoke softly. ‘’Sorry? No need to be sorry it’s not like you want people to follow you everywhere. it’s not your fault. Besides it’s my friends fault’’ you laughed. ‘’I just get like this in busy crowds. I just need a lot of space around me to feel comfortable.’’ You smiled at him and he gave you one in return. ‘’It’s okay, thank you for saving me.’’ you grinned while giving him a playful shove on his shoulder. 

Originally posted by morekpopmore

Taehyung:

‘’Aah love? You know I never have been in love right so I really can’t describe it to you but I think that if you look at that person and you can feel your heart melting, I think it feels like nice warm water sliding down your heart. I think thats when you know you’re in love. I mean I feel like this when I look at my dog. He is so cute I just… ughh!’’ You giggled. ‘’Yeah I know I know what you’re going to say loving your dog is different than loving a person but is it really? You would want your dog to be happy right? All you want to do is cuddle the fluffball and kiss it on the nose.  You would want your dog to be happy and comfortable eventhough you’re not comfortable as long as he is comfortable. You just can’t imagine leaving your dog behind without breaking your heart. Love is love.’’ Once you were done talking about love or well your dog, you did not expect this kind of reaction. Why was your friend clapping? Did she agree? That was not possible, she is always telling you that love for your pet is different than love for a man. So you looked at your friend to see your friend turned into a male. A cute male though. You kept looking at him, you could not look away for two reasons. reason 1: you told a stranger about your love for your dog. Fine maybe just a slight obession for your dog and reason number two was that he was very handsome and that you figured it out why he seemed familiar. ‘’Hi?’’ You greeted him hesitantly. ‘’Hello!’’ He greeted you back cheerfully, shaking your hand fast. ‘’I am Taehyung.’’ He smiled and let go of your hand. ‘’I think you are right. You want your dog to be happy and comfortable around you, you want to cuddle him allday long if you could. Shouldn’t that be with your favorite person too? Wanting her to be happy and comfortable around you. To kiss and cuddle her every chance you get? It makes sense. Totally makes sense.’’  

‘’Right? Right? That’s what I am telling her but she just doesn’t believe me. But I am happy I found someone who also thinks like that.’’ you smiled and laughed out of joy. ‘’Thank you Taehyung-shi. Thank you. You made my day.’’ This time he gave you his famous smile and patted your shoulder. ‘’ I should thank you. Now I know when I’m in love and thank you for keeping me company while I am waiting for my friend.’’ ‘’ I am waiting too. Do you want to see my cute dog?’’ You asked him, fishing your phone out of your pocket. ‘’Really? Can I? wait. you should see my cutie too.’’

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Jeongguk:

‘’No I tell you oversized shirts are the best. Skinny jeans and a oversized shirt on top are the best. And you can finish it very cooly with a leather jacket. You know I love to eat and If I were a tigh shirt and I know I am going to eat lots there is a chance that your tummy will stick out a bit if you ate to much. That’s not comfortable at all. So oversized shirts are the best. If I am wearin a tight shirt I really don’t feel comfortable and you know that. The first thing I do when I get home is get out of that shirt and slip on those comfortable loose fitting shirts. It feels nice and trendy at the same time so please stop convincing me. I know what I like. And know let’s go home we have been for over 2 hours already. I am getting tired and hungry. I know it’s weird that I don’t like shopping but I am more of a person who grabs what she needs, pays for it and leaves.’’ Just when you were about to link your arms together you felt her flinch and you hears a gasp. ‘’You don’t have to be angry just because I like oversized shirts.’’ 

‘’I agree with the oversized shirts but I don’t think I know you well enough to eat with you.’’  A soft male voice left her mouth. You raised one eyebrow in confusion so you turned your head to meet eyes with Jeon Jeongguk. ‘’I’m pretty sure I was walking next to my friend couple of minutes ago.’’ You told him, actually you told yourself that. He just smiled at you. ‘’I’m sorry I bored you with my story.’’ you laughed when the situation sunk in. ‘’And I’m sorry for disturbing your shopping. I really thought I was talking to my friend.’’ ‘’It’s fine. It happened to all of us once.’’ this time he chuckled and grinned at you. ‘’I should go back to my friend. Once again I am sorry. Enjoy your free time.’’ bowing at him, you turned around and made your way towards the store you passed by while talking to your ‘friend’. She must have been distracted by the pink shirt she saw in the window of the shop. ‘’Keep wearing oversized shirts!’’ Jungkook’s voice made you stop in your steps, turning around you saw him holding his thump up. you could not help but laugh as you held yours up too.

Originally posted by classybts

Letters to Bucky (Part One)(WinterIron AU)

Welcome to the story! We get our favorite billionaire writing love letters to our lovely soldier. No powers/suits, but Tony is still Tony Stark (think IM1 Pre-arc reactor) and Bucky is a special ops soldier.

It starts a little slow, but its a longish fic so just hang tight!

This is a completed fic! Check out the MASTERLIST!

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To: Master Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes

–The rehab facility I am trapped at has encouraged me to work through my depression and regain my mental balance and health by becoming pen pals with a soldier. I pulled your name from the box, so lucky you. I think this is a terrible idea, and I can’t see how it will help me, but they are insisting and I don’t really want a crazy stamp on my forehead so here goes.
–I guess I should emphasize that this isn’t a rehab center for narcotic abusers, even though after months of these heavy duty pain killers they are giving me, I might need a stint in that kind of place as well.
–My name is Tony. On Thanksgiving Day I was in an accident that nearly cost me my life. I broke my sternum and several ribs and they had to restart my heart twice on the operating table. Several other broken bones, a breathing tube and liquid only diet for way too long. And now a stint in a rehab/hospice, where all i do is stare at four walls all day and try not to go crazy.
–You know as I’m writing this I realize I may in fact be depressed. Who wouldn’t be?
–Anyway, whether you write back or not, and I won’t blame you if you don’t because I am just terrible at this, stay safe out there. You and all the other boys making sure jerks like me sleep well at night.

Tony

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leos-pineapple  asked:

Hi admins!!! I hope your day/night is going okay! If not push through. You guys are wonderful and I know you can do it. I love you guys! As for my request I'd love some Akashi and Kotaro cuddle head canons with their S/O!

Ahh thank you so much for the well wishes and love!! They are always appreciated by every admin here~ (´ε` ʃƪ)♡

Akashi

  • while hugs aren’t rare from Akashi, times where the two of you could actually sit back, relax, and cuddle with each other definitely are
    • days where neither of you have any school work, club activities, or any other busy body work are spent cuddling on the couch
    • these days are few and far between, so they’re very much appreciated by the both of you whenever it happens
  • there doesn’t need to be a reason for Akashi to want to hold you in his arms; he wants to do it without you even prompting him
    • his biggest benefit from this is that he finds your presence relaxing

Hayama

  • whether he’s awake or asleep, Hayama loves to have his arms wrapped around you tight
    • be aware though, because if he’s cuddling you while he’s asleep, he is not letting go until he’s fully awake
    • a sleeping Hayama cuddles with his entire body; this means arms and legs wrapped around you, face buried in the crook of your neck
  • he will lend you his jacket, that way even when he’s away it feels like he’s wrapping his arms around you
    • there’s no way he’s actually going to tell you that out loud though