sometimes they use their noses

Improvise

Scenario: This guy sitting behind me on the bus was harassing me and when you got on you came up, took the seat next to me and said “Hey sweetie, Mom wants to know when and where you want to meet them for dinner. I was thinking the diner down the road from us”
Pairing: Jimin | Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,848
Author’s Note: I remember an anon asking me about Jimin stories, so I figured it was about time I got around to that. This may or may not be based on personal experience when I went to university in the city.

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Public transportation, as it turns out, is the bane of your existence. You’d think that for someone who has undergone 2 years of the same routine, of keeping to yourself with your ear buds and notebooks and eyes glued to your phone screen for a majority of the ride into downtown, you would have gained a better hand in not attracting too much attention to yourself.

However, the hard jab into the back of your shoulder blades makes you almost think how much safer you’d feel if you had just decided to drive to school—sure, it may cost more and traffic sucks sometimes and driving in it of itself is so exhausting sometimes, but you wouldn’t have to—!

The voice starts as a murmur, drowned out by the steady beat of music ringing in your ears, and you think you might be able to ignore the man entirely before the jab comes back and actually hurts to the nature in which it’s right against a nerve. You flinch slightly upon contact, jerking away from the touch as you become reminded of your slight repulsion of physical touch—especially from people you don’t know very well.

Craning to look over your shoulder, you find yourself coming face-to-face with a man much older than you, his beady eyes giving off intentions for prying on individuals much younger than himself—who eyes you with so much possession that it makes your stomach churn. His gaze holds an expectancy that you wish to ignore, but are unable to do so now that you’ve given him some of your attention.

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Suffissi Alterativi

Suffissi Alterativi are suffixes in Italian that change partly the meaning of the world, giving a different evaluation to it. Unlike the Derivational morphemes, they don’t change the class of the word. Sometimes the root of the word changes to “accomodate” the suffix There are 5 types of suffixes, which sometimes overlap in the use and meaning.

Accrescitivi = Increasing. The suffix is -one. Sometimes used also as endearments.

  • Naso (nose) - Nasone (big nose)
  • Cane (dog) - Cagnone or Cagnolone (big dog)

Attenuativi = mitigating. There are several suffixes.

  • -iccio (adj) = malato (sick) - malaticcio (sickly) 
  • -icchiare/ -acchiare/-ucchiare (verb) = cantare (sing) - canticchiare (hum)
  • -ettare/-ottare (verb) = parlare (talk) - parlottare (mutter)
  • -erellare/-erellare/-arellare (verb) = giocare (play) - giocherellare (fiddle, play around)

Diminutivi = Decreasing, diminishing. Most of them can also be used as endearments. The most used are  -etto, -ino, -ello. You can use them also on names, as endearments. 

  • chiesa (church) - chiesetta (small church)
  • paese (country, village) - paesino (village)
  • vino (wine) - vinello (light wine)
  • Giorgio - Giorgino

You can combine these suffixes, by adding -ino to the others to have a double suffix. E.g. foglio - foglietto - fogliettino 

And sometimes you can find the infixes -ic- and -ol- before -ino and -ello.

  • posto (place) - posticino (little place, spot)
  • topo (mouse) - topolino (little mouse)

Other suffixes are:

  • -otto = used often with baby animals Tigre (tiger) - Tigrotto (tiger cub), but can also be derogatory as in Stupidotto (dummy)
  • -acchiotto = Orso (bear) - Orsacchiotto (teddy bear) [!Attention, a baby bear is an Orsetto]
  • -uccio = can be both endearing as in Caldo (heat) - Calduccio (warmth) or derogatory as in Impiegato (clerk) - Impiegatuccio (poor, boring clerk)
  • -uzzo = variant of -uccio, often found in crystallized form in some names like Via (street) - Viuzza (alley), Pietra (stone) - Pietruzza (tiny stone)
  • -icchio and -ucolo = rare, used with derogatory meaning like in Avvocaticchio or Professorucolo (“a meaningless, petty lawyer/professor”)
  • -icciolo, -(u)olo, -iciattolo = rare. Porto (harbor, dock) - Porticciolo (small dock, marina), Mostro (monster) - Mostriciattolo (little monster)

Peggiorativi or Spregiativi = derogatory. The most common are -accio (also in the form of -azzo) and -astro

  • Donna (woman) - Donnaccia (lit. bad woman, usually a prostitute)
  • Ricco (rich) - Riccastro (rich, spoiled man)
  • Amore (love) - Amorazzo (bad, short, easy love)

Some words that were born as derogatory now have lost that meaning.

  • Figlio (son) - Figliastro (stepson)
  • Fratello (brother) - Fratellastro (half-brother)
  • Bianco (white) - Biancastro (off-white, white-ish)

In colloquial terms, the suffix -azzo can be used also ironically as an increasing suffix, as in Panino (sandwich) - Paninazzo (big, “bad” sandwich)

Vezzeggiativi = endearments. They’re the same as the Diminutivi. Mostly -ino, -etto and -ello, but also others listed above.

anonymous asked:

Domestic kanej??

this is the otpest of all otps for me so i died writing this. tysm for sending it 💕


  • domestic kanej wouldn’t happen for years and when it does it would be—fight me on this— at the rietveld family farm after inej took on all the slavers and kaz built up the barrel, destroyed it, and cashed out.
  • and it would consist of early mornings
  • inej would wake to the smell of coffee in the air at six a.m, but she’d know kaz’s first cup of it came at least a half an hour earlier.
  • kaz would be standing by the window overlooking the fields, leaning his weight against his cane, and taking economic sips of his coffee in hopes she’d join him with hers
  • some days she’d leave him alone with his thoughts
  • (these are two very independent people i can’t imagine them being glued together all the time?? also realistically speaking, that’s unlikely if you’ve been together for a while)
  • other days they’d stand together in silence and watch the sun rise
  • he’d be better with touch but not quite there (would he ever be??) so she’d wait for him to initiate
  • but because they’d both have bad days where they’d prefer not to be touched at all he still asked for her consent
  • it would be in the way he brushed hair from her face but his fingers lingered as they grazed against her temple and she’d nod for him to know it was okay to kiss her there
  • his gravelly voice would be as soft as it could possibly get when he’d ask, “sleep okay?”
  • and she’d make sure to ask in return, “did you sleep?”
  • “i slept enough,” translated to no and she’d sigh because for a long time she thought kaz didn’t sleep due to the fact he was always scheming or paranoid or both simultaneously. but no he just never ever slept??
  • they’d own bunch of businesses in town because kaz is greedy af and even though he’d be sitting on a couple million kruge he’d still like income
  • inej would go into work at one of their stores in the morning just to offer her help like the angel she is. she’d have lunch with her new girl clique (inej deserves a badass girl squad and in my mind she gets exactly that) and bring him food home after
  • neither of them knew how to cook
  • it was disastrous when they tried
  • imagine her coming home to kaz picking vegetables
  • “would it kill you to take off the suit for this?”
  • “probably.”
  • “kaz, literally no one is around for miles, it’s scorching hot, and you don’t make a very convincing business man with dirt stains all over you.”
  • he’d adjust his tie, “sure i do.”
  • she’d roll her eyes at him and wipe dirt off his cheek with the sleeve of her shirt. she’d never thought she’d see the day where kaz would be cute. hot, sure. but cute? adorable? saints help her.
  • and we know kaz has no qualms against undressing in front of her. after being in the fields all day it would be no different. he’d come inside the house pulling off his layers. only inej wouldn’t have to pretend she wasn’t looking anymore
  • she’d stare, he’d smirk at her
  • inej would be in charge of picking fruit from the trees. they’d make a game of her climbing up and tossing apples down at him in an attempt to make it in the basket he’d be holding. he’d intentionally move at the last minute to make her miss and she’d grudgingly lob some at him for it
  • other times he’d haul himself up into the tree too even though it would be painful for him to get back down. but he’s had to do worse.
  • they’d sit there and talk about anything and everything. inej would tell him about all the things she managed to overhear within the day and he’d let out a rare, unrestrained laugh at some of the stories
  • they’d make waffles for dinner, literally the only thing they didn’t burn
  • and they’d sleep in the same room but separate beds because of their traumas
  • kaz didn’t believe in her saints, but he’d silently pray for someone to save him and his sanity at night when she sat at the foot of her bed in her silk robes, brushing tangles from her long, damp hair. 
  • inej with her hair down killed him inside
  • he’d count how many times she combed each side so he wouldn’t do it wrong those nights when she sat on his bed instead of her own and offered the brush to him
  • he’d sit behind her, softly running his fingers through the strands first because he couldn’t resist. he’d take this job very seriously, parting her hair as he’d seen her do because her locks were so thick she preferred it brushed in sections.
  • he’d almost always lean in real close to inhale the soap she used. sometimes he’d sweep her hair aside and graze his nose along the nape of her neck, waiting for her to react.
  • she’d encourage, “go ahead.” and he’d trail soft kisses there
  • domestic kanej would also be relaxed and content and comfortable.
  • kaz openly admitting when his leg was in pain instead of pretending it wasn’t whenever she asked
  • inej talking about the nightmares that still haunted her
  • and cold nights swathed in blankets in the field, looking up at the stars, drinking hot chocolate
  • inej would read a lot and cry over the books. “if you make fun of me, i’ll hurt you.”
  • kaz didn’t make fun of her. he’d make tea and offer his hand. he didn’t like hugs, but he’d lock their fingers and squeeze real tight to reassure her. and since he didn’t know how to comfort he’d be all, “it wasn’t even that sad.”
  • and she’d look at him with that surprised expression he liked so much. “you read it.”
  • “you’ve only been crying about it since the day you opened it and read the first page. i was curious.”
  • they’d spend the night discussing it
  • and domestic kanej would inevitably be her waking at four a.m. to kaz pacing
  • “tell me that isn’t scheming face.”
  • kaz would only cock his head to the side, still deep in thought.
  • inej would sigh and climb out of bed, “i’ll get my knives, make the coffee.”

guys!! kaz combing inej’s hair was started by @inejjghafas in this beautiful post

wafflesmakebabies  asked:

For the first sentence prompt: Stiles sighed and rubbed a hand across his face, asking a question that at this point he wasn't even surprised he was asking. "What are you doing in my closet, Derek?"

Stiles sighed and rubbed a hand across his face, asking a question that at this point he wasn’t even surprised he was asking. “What are you doing in my closet, Derek?”

Even less surprising, if that was at all possible, was the fact that he didn’t get an answer. He never did after the first question. In fact, Derek wasn’t even looking at him. His gaze seemed to be glued to the old jacket that hung directly in front of him. The one he had gotten for his sixteenth birthday, from old Mrs Winston down the road. For a second Stiles wondered whether or not the scowl would be enough to disintegrate it. He hoped that it would because it would save him the trouble of having to get rid of it.

A tiny movement pulled his attention back to the beta-wolf currently hiding in his closet. Derek’s jaw clenched und relaxed in the same rhythm that his claws appeared and vanished. Stiles sighed and shifted his weight a little until he could lean comfortably against the doorframe. It also opened the path to freedom once again. This whole situation could be over in a matter of minutes though it could also be a matter of hours. Both had happened already and so far Stiles hadn’t been able to make out the pattern behind it. If there was a pattern.

“This is what? The sixth or seventh time now?” Stiles lowered his gaze a little but still noticed the flinch that ran through Derek’s body and the way he tilted his head just enough to bare his throat. Something inside him clenched painfully.

“Hey now, I’m not angry, just curious. This has been going on for a while now and I wonder if it has something to do with what happened back –“ Stiles stopped talking when Derek’s head snapped around and wide, glowing blue eyes stared at him. They looked haunted.

“Oh Derek, it wasn’t your fault. Now, come out of there and let’s get more comfortable, okay?” He held out his hand and waited. It had taken him finding Derek in his closet twice to realize that patience worked better than stubbornness or even ordering him into the actual room.

Minutes went by but Derek’s tense shoulders slowly relaxed until he was merely hunched over instead of being nearly curled into a ball. His gaze stayed on Stiles’ face the whole time, searching for something. Again, minutes ticked by before the blue in Derek’s eyes receded and he reached out to lace his fingers through Stiles’ and took the step out from between the clothes.

“There, that’s better, isn’t it?” Stiles smiled once they stood in the middle of his room. Derek ducked his head before he nodded once. “Now why don’t you tell me what chased you into my closet this time?” Maybe this time only had to ask twice?

Derek growled quietly but stopped when Stiles mirrored the sound before falling silent again. A tense silence settled between them.

“You shouldn’t be able to do that,” Derek finally said softly, the tension finally flowing out of his muscles. “I should have been able to prevent this from happening. You never wanted this.” He sounded tired, defeated and a little hopeless. Stiles recognized it immediately.

“You had a nightmare again,” he sighed and stepped closer to wrap his free arm around Derek’s shoulders. “Silly Sourwolf. I may not have wanted it to happen but you know that while I gripe and whine about it, we still do what we always do, right? We make the best of it.” The nod was barely recognizable but Stiles took it with a smile.

“I know that I will continue to bitch and moan about it, just like I did when I was still human and the most breakable. But hell, at least now I can do more than do research, swing a bat and hope for the best. I can finally protect you and the other pups. Even if that means going head to head with my best friend sometimes.”

“Don’t call us ‘pups’,” Derek grumbled but kept his nose pressed into Stiles’ neck. “Just because you’re an Alpha now. It doesn’t mean you get to call us ‘pups’.”

“Oh come on, Derek,” he chuckled. “I know that at least Erica likes it.”

Hello there, Darling! Welcome to my little corner of the writing desk. Thank you for that lovely little sentence and I hope you don’t mind a little Alpha!Stiles.^^ It’s a little general but still shippy. Well, for me.

SEND ME THE FIRST SENTENCE OF A FIC, AND I WILL WRITE THE REST.

My nose has been my biggest insecurity and I am starting to become quite fond of it and more comfortable. This blog definitely helps a bit.


Your nose is beautiful. Remember sometimes insecurities make us humble when we wouldn’t have been.

anonymous asked:

Drawing tips? Face shapes, eyes, noses, & mouths?

(i sometimes use this or this to give me more ideas of different eye shapes and styles. THESE ARE NOT MINE, i just use them occasionally for reference!) 

(i use this for both eye and mouth reference! ONCE AGAIN, NOT MINE.)

this is just how I do most of my linework and what not… I’m no professional (far from it, honestly), but i hope this helps some! 

another thing, it’s always good to use some of other artists’ techniques and use them to help create your style!! just don’t trace/repost other peoples’ art! nobody likes an art thief! >:^( 

good luck~! :>

a cold davey inspired by this post by @emoritz:

“A concept: Davey Jacobs in the middle of winter bundled up and wearing a scarf and mittens. Snow is clinging to his hair and his nose and the tips of his ears are pink from the cold“

anonymous asked:

u literally have the cutest button nose, if i ever got a nose job i'd show them pics of u

omg??????? my nose used to be (sometimes still is) an insecurity of mine! luv u so much

anonymous asked:

hey buddy, i highly recommend making sure you give your older cat lots of one on one attention and possibly putting the younger one in a separate room for a few days and bringing the other cat to the door and letting them get used to the scent of the new kitty. also if you can get them close enough together pet them both at the same time. older kitty is jealous and territorial. spoken as someone who has had over 10 cat friends over my 27 years. good luck! ily!

Thank you for your message! They’re slowly getting used to each other (I think), sometimes even touch noses. My cat seems somewhat scared of the kitten though and walks away from food/toys as soon as the kitten comes into the room. He also seems jealous of the kitten’s food and tries to eat it instead of his own… not too sure what to do with that for now, thank you for your advice though ♥

First name basis

Summary: It’s been nearly ten years since then, and only now has Oga decided to call Furuichi by his first name.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: OgaFuru
Word count: 1.6k
Notes: My submission for ogafuru week, day one: First Time.

The first time Oga calls Furuichi by his given name, barely a day has passed since Oga finally came back from the Demon World.

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K-9 Randy, Labrador Retriever (2 y/o), @NYPD K9 Counterterrorism Graduation Ceremony, Queens, NY • “These are extremely high-drive dogs. He’s high drive, and very accurate. Sometimes they’ll false positive – he hasn’t falsed yet. We use Labs because their noses are very accurate and they’re easy to train. Labs also have a friendlier approach, so they don’t scare people during a search.” In honor of Detective Randolph Holder