My best friend Pixie passed away on Sunday, November 5, 2017.
She never posted this on tumblr, but it’s one of my favorite kurokens that she gave me. She made it for my fic Run to Me, just because she wanted to, because she told me she loved the fic. One of my biggest regrets is that I wasn’t fast enough with the final chapter. She’ll never get to read it, now.
She read everything of mine, often more than once. She worked as a preschool teacher, and she would re-tell her favorite fics of mine to the children (omitting anything explicit, of course). She was my biggest supporter, my loudest cheerleader, my bestest friend. She believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself. She would tell me over and over again that my writing was good, it was amazing, that I was amazing. She loved everything I wrote, and would live-text everything she read back at me, so I could share in her joy and sorrow and excitement. It was always the highlight of my day. If I ever doubted my skill, I would still post that fic or new chapter anyway, because I knew she would read it and love it, even if no one else did.
But even more than just being a huge supporter of mine, she was an incredible friend. She lifted me up when I was feeling down, she kicked my butt when I was too hard on myself, she told me over and over that she loved me, that I was strong, that I could do anything. She sent me kenmas, she talked to me about haikyuu!! and kuroken, she called me the kenma to her hinata, and I called her the hinata to my kenma. I told her anything and everything. We would watch shows together, talk on the phone for hours (not nearly enough), text each other every day. Whenever I needed her, she was there with her arms wide open.
I’m completely devastated at losing her, but I’m so so so glad that I got to know her, that I was able to have this sunshine in my life. She was half of my heart, and I am so grateful and honored that she considered me one of her best friends, too. I never felt like I deserved her, but she was always quick to reassure me that I did.
I will always love her, and I will always miss her.
Thank you, Pixie. For your light, for your life, for everything you gave to me and to everyone you crossed paths with. You were truly a blessing, a star, the sun and the moon. Rest in peace.
“What? Two posts in one day??” I’m distracting myself ok?
Two of my favorite things ever, meet in an AU I’ve been calling Corpse Star bc @dvvkroh is a genius ((first 3 are basically done, the rest are WIPs, with even more to come! I’m very excited about this!))
there’s a demon in my belly, at least one. maybe two. a hell couple in my guts whispering secrets up through my throat my throat, my throat, my throat. i know because caroline tells me so and maggie may tells me i must be possessed. well she’s a gen x baby so she must be right, and me, well i’m out cold when it happens, and sometimes i think about the traps i’ll lay out in my bed to catch those secrets the moment they escape my lips.
i talk in my sleep, you see. mumbling, nonsensical, but they’re words. secrets, my secrets. “daddy says it’s demons,” so it must be, because daddy brewed me from a hellish place and rued the day i came out with the wrong parts. daughter or demon? you choose.
i talk in my sleep, they say. you’re supposed to utter the word “rabbit” on the first of the month when you wake, let it be the first word out of your mouth. good fortune, i suppose. but i talk in my sleep, you know. i still utter “rabbit”, but what use is it when it’s not the first? what good is it if my luck has never been in the cards anyway?
the only thing i can tell you is that demons hate rabbits.
So when I wrote the song “Miss You”, it’s about kind of being a little bit out of my depth, and maybe enjoying this specific kind of lifestyle that maybe wasn’t me. A lot of drinking, a lot of going out, a lot of that. We just really wanted to capture that concept, and I think it’s quite punchy when the hotline comes in, “Shit, maybe I miss you.” We just really wanted to capture that moment from pure euphoria and then emptiness. We’ve done a really good job, I’m excited for you guys to see it!
RFA+V+Saeran accidentally hitting MC headcannons? I'm sorry if this triggers you or something but I'm curious how will they react!
(￣▽￣) This got progressively more fun to write~~ It varies from fluff to comedy to slight angst lolol
RFA Accidentally Hits MC
He hadn’t meant to, he swears!!
He was just so excited about finally achieving a higher
level than Seven on LOLOL that he’d carelessly thrown his headphones behind him
and you just happened to be there!
When he turned around to tell you his good news, he noticed
the newly-formed bump on your head.
Oblivious, he tilted his head in question. “Oh, how’d you
get hurt, MC?”
You fired a glare at him, crossing your arms and stomping
off, irritated by his carelessness. ‘I’m
going to ignore him!’ you decided.
You held true to your word.
It wasn’t until days later (in which Yoosung spent whining
for your attention) when he heard you complaining to Jaehee about what had
happened, and how careless he was.
Finally learning his mistake, he slid to the floor, grasping
at your leg while he stared up at you with tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry!!!” he
wailed, feeling the guilt him hard. “I’ll do anything to make it up to youuuu”
Dammit, his puppy face was hard to resist.
He noticed you trying to sneak up on him by looking at your
shadow on the floor, and he swiftly turned around so he could tease you that
your plan failed but… but…
His long ponytail somehow whacked you in the face, leaving a
pink mark on your cheek
“Owwie.” You rubbed your cheek with a slight frown.
He shrieks at the sin he’d just committed. I JUST HIT MY PRINCESS
He rushed out an apology in a panic, “MC, I’m so sorry, oh
my gosh, I’ll never do that agai-”
Low whistles came from their surroundings.
“Wow, what an awful
boyfriend, did he hit her? Her cheek is pink… Poor girl…”
“Isn’t that the actor
Zen? Didn’t know he was abusive to his girlfriend…”
Every comment only made him feel guiltier. He hadn’t meant
to hurt you—he would never!
He placed his head in his hands, feeling horrible about
himself. You noticed that tears were welling up in his eyes.
“Hey, it was just an accident… And it was only your hair.
It’s okay Zen. I know you’d never hurt me,” you murmured gently, smiling
brightly up at him as you brushed aside his bangs.
“M-maybe I shouldn’t stand so close to you anymore…” He
shook his head, frantically backing away from you, not processing your words at
Well, you sure had fun explaining why Zen kept running away
from you like a little kid at the RFA party. It only got worse when Seven
joined in, “ARE WE PLAYING TAG?!? TAG, YOU’RE IT, MC!!!” and running off…
As usual, you were helping out at the coffeeshop, scurrying
around behind the counter to get to the customers’ orders.
And like most days, it was busy.
As you were serving a customer at the cash register, Jaehee
was rushing to finish someone else’s order, and in her hurry, she bumped into
The both of you crashed down, with her knee digging into
your abdomen. You felt the wind knocked out of you, and you gasped for air,
your eyes rolling to the back of your head from the pain.
“MC!” Jaehee shrieked, the guilt hitting her immediately.
“MC, are you okay? Can you hear me?”
You were in too much pain to even realize she was talking.
You closed your eyes as you rolled to your side, trying to tolerate it.
“Hey, take my order already!” someone demanded.
Jaehee slowly stood up, a fierce glare upon her face as she
slammed her fist onto the countertop. “Your order? MC is hurt and all you can
think about is your order? You think your order is more important?” she growled,
glaring daggers in the inconsiderate customer’s direction.
The customer visibly gulped, shuddering from the intensity
of Jaehee’s anger. “N-no, ma’am…”
Your girlfriend clicked her tongue. In an icy cold tone, she
stated, “I’ve never had to ask this of a customer before. Get. Out.”
Ignoring the line of customers, Jaehee chose to tend to you
first, carrying you princess style (remember this gal can fight) to the
staffroom and checking the damage. Upon seeing the bruise, she winced, feeling
another wave of guilt overwhelm her. You could see her silently mouthing yet
another apology as she stared at it.
“It’ll heal. It was only an accident, Jaehee, don’t worry,”
you soothed her, smiling gently. Albeit with a frown, she accepted it.
…Although, she made you take multiple days off after that,
despite your protests.
He’d just gotten out of a 6 hour long meeting, feeling
completely worn out. Nonetheless, it was over, so he could finally return to
You’d asked to meet with him for lunch that day, patiently
waiting for him to finish up.
But he had hardly taken a step into the office, and he
received a call from another business partner. He flashed you an apologetic
look before taking the call, walking to the far end of the room to talk
You didn’t mind, it was just a little more waiting. The call
couldn’t possibly take that long, after all!
Or so you thought.
But over an hour had passed already, and his lunch break was
almost over. Growing impatient, you walked up to your husband, reaching to hug
Noticing your actions, he swatted his hand dismissively,
trying to tell you he was busy. Unfortunately, he was distracted, and he ended
up smacking your face.
The moment his hand made contact with your face, his
expression froze. In a split second, Jumin hung up on his call, setting aside
his phone and rushing to your aid.
But you pushed him away.
He winced at the hurt expression on your face. You weren’t upset
because he’d hit you, but that he had tried to dismiss you as if you were just
another employee to him—as if you weren’t important. But you couldn’t say that
out loud to him. Just because he had hurt your feelings, it didn’t mean you had
to do the same to him.
You lowered your eyes, avoiding his worried gaze, and quietly
walked out of his office. Jumin sank into his chair in despair, feeling awful
about what he’d done. He knew how it felt to be cast aside for work. And he
hated that you had to go through the same experience.
After finishing work that night, he returned home, still
feeling ashamed of himself. You’d already turned off all the lights as if to
say you weren’t waiting for him tonight. He hesitantly opened the door to your
shared bedroom, where you were reading a book in bed.
Jumin held up a bouquet of purple hyacinths, nervously
forcing a smile on his face. “I-I’m sorry about earlier today, MC…” he said
“You think flowers will make me forgive you?” you sighed, a
frown tugging at your lips. “While I appreciate the sentiment, the flowers won’t
win me over. I understand that you may have been stressed from work, but that
doesn’t make me any less upset about it. Well, you should get some rest.”
He looked away, then suddenly grabbed your hand. “I… Will
you let me explain myself, at least?”
Albeit surprised, you nodded calmly.
“The reason I’ve been working so hard lately… even today… it’s
because I wanted to clear my schedule to spend time with you. I know you’ve
been very patient with me all this time, and I’m really grateful for that. I
just… kind of missed passing time with you, so I was planning to finish up next
week’s work and then properly ask you out on a date… But I guess it really took
a toll on me.” He sighed again. “I’m sorry.”
You wrapped your arms around him, a soft smile upon your
face. “Then, make it up to me by staying with me all next week, okay?”
Although you wouldn’t see it, Jumin had an adorable grin on
his face. ‘I love you so much.’
If you were wondering why Saeyoung was laughing at 6AM in
the morning, it’s because he woke up to your face.
Now, he wakes up with you everyday, but it was the first
time that you awoke with a nosebleed. He grinned cheekily, “I didn’t know I was
that hot, babe.”
…to which, earned him a smack in the head.
“This is your fault, you idiot,” you grumbled, carefully
getting out of bed.
He cocked his head in confusion, “Wait, really?”
“You whacked me with your arm. Again.”
Although he felt guilty for hurting you, he covered it up
with another grin. “Just admit that you were nosebleeding because I’m hot, MC~”
Despite his words, he still led you to the bathroom and
helped you clean up the blood. He took it upon himself to wash the blankets and
bedsheets which had gained bloodstains, and even made breakfast for you that
And it’d be over breakfast that he quietly apologized to
“Hey, uhm… I know I was kidding around earlier, but I’m
really sorry about hitting you, MC…” he mumbled, a light blush spreading across
his cheeks. He wasn’t used to being so sincere, but he knew he should
You merely flicked his forehead. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t
mean to. Besides, I’ve kicked you off the bed multiple times because you were
taking up too much space.”
His head snapped up immediately, narrowing his eyes at you
accusingly. “Wait what?! But you always told me that I rolled off by myself!!”
He was chanting it over and over, his head on his knees, his
entire body trembling. You tried to approach him, but he only flinched, backing
“N-no, stay away. I hurt you, oh my god, I hurt you,” he whispered, pain dripping in his voice. His eyes
were wide with horror, and your heart clenched at the sight. He was scared.
Scared of himself.
Now, what had caused this?
You’d sprung onto Saeran, declaring a pillow war, and the two of
you had been smacking each other with your pillows, trying to get the upper hand
over each other. But then he’d tripped over his own feet while he was swinging
his pillow at you, and ended up smashing his elbow into you, knocking you to
You’d only scraped your knee from the fall, and it only bled a
little, but the injury was enough to make Saeran freak out.
“I know you didn’t mean to hurt me,” you said in a gentle tone,
trying to coax him. “You would never hurt me.”
“I d-d-don’t want to hurt a-a-anyone,” he stammered, still
shuddering. “P-p-please believe me. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, imsorryimsorryimsorryi-”
You took ahold of his trembling hands, kissing the fingertips. “I
love you, Saeran. It was an accident. You didn’t have any other intentions. It’s
okay. I’m okay. Look, it’s just a scratch.”
It took a few more moments to calm him down, but he eventually
came to terms that it was only an accident, and that it wasn’t his fault.
Still, though the incident was small and harmless, the fear that he could
become abusive, just like his mother,
began to haunt him since that day.
Jihyun frowned, turning his head to find the
source of that annoying sound. Although he had recovered from his blindness,
(thanks to Jumin finding the best doctors and funding the surgery), his ears were
still sensitive to distant sounds.
He walked out of the kitchen, noticing that the buzzing sound became louder. It must be closer now…
‘BZZZ!!’ His eyes caught the culprit: a mosquito was
flying around the house! He tried to slap the mosquito with both hands, failing
miserably as it diligently flew away. Oh,
it’s on, Mosquito.
Jihyun began running like a madman around the
house, swatting at the pest and missing every time. And then, it chose to stay
“Eeep!” you squealed, feeling a harsh impact on your butt. “W-what
was that for, Jihyun?!”
He glanced up at you in surprise, taking in your pouting face.
“Ahh!! I’m so sorry, MC! I was so focused on killing the mosquito,
I didn’t realize. I’m so sorry…” He was rambling in his apology, sounding
You smirked, then grabbed him by the collar. “Hey. I didn’t say I
didn’t enjoy it, now, did I?” you whispered huskily into his ear. You watched
as Jihyun’s ears turned pink from embarrassment.
(Meanwhile, Seven was listening from the monitor. He whistled
lowly upon hearing your words. “Damn. Kinky,” he muttered. Too bad Jihyun had
broken his bug, or else he would’ve loved to see what happened next.)
First off, I'm a big fan of yours. Your text posts are PERFECTION SPACE MOM. Second, I sent a message to my crush about how I like him in a different language. And I promised to tell him on the last day of school what it meant in English when he's leaving. I thought you could make a text post of something Lance confessing to Keith in a different language ( cause I'm Klance trash ). Sorry to bother😅 just really wanted to ask. Hope you have a wonderful day !
firstly OMG I’M SO EXCITED FOR YOU I HOPE IT GOES WELL 💜💜
i found a text post around tumblr where this guy's roommate came home really drunk and designed an airplane (with all the drawings and calculations and shit) while intoxicated and didn't remember it the next day could u imagine that with cf victor and yuuri tho lmfao
“Okay, okay, look,” Yuuri slurs, lying on Victor’s chest with a notepad held above his head and a pen resting between his fingers. “Look,” he repeats, as though Victor isn’t looking. “See?”
“See what?” Victor asks, brushing Yuuri’s hair back out of his eyes. It’s not particularly comfortable, lying like this, but he’s not about to complain. Yuuri is adorable when he’s drunk.
He had been playing some game with Phichit for a few hours, and then he’d come back to their dorm room like this. Immediately, he’d collapsed on top of Victor and started babbling incessantly about a genius breakthrough he’d had. Now, he’s designing an airplane, and is very adamant that Victor pay attention to whatever it is he’s doing. “Look! Look!” he’s insisting.
“I’m looking,” Victor promises.
“See the, um, what’s that part called? The wing! See how the wing is shaped? Like that? That helps,” he informs him, but his serious tone is betrayed by his occasional hiccup. “Listen,” he repeats.
Victor can’t help but laugh, now. “I am listening, Yuuri. I’m listening and looking. I promise.”
“Now if we just… The air resistance…” He starts scribbling formulas.
In an attempt to get him to forget about his airplane, Victor runs his foot up the bottom of Yuuri’s sweatpants, drifts it across his ankle. Yuuri doesn’t even seem to notice. “So you’re designing an airplane?” he asks, because if you can’t beat them, join them.
Yuuri shifts on top of him–it’s incredibly distracting. “Mmm,” he agrees. A second later, he thrusts his drawing in front of him, admiring it. “Done.”
As if an afterthought, he adds a few more numbers with little arrows pointing to pieces of the plane. Then, he puts the paper down on the bed and turns onto his side, his entire weight still resting on Victor. Victor wraps his arms around him, keeps their legs tangled together. “Goodnight, Yuuri.”
“You’re so nice, Vitya,” he mumbles against Victor’s chest. “So nice. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
“Who wrote this?” Yuuri asks the following morning, holding up his airplane design. Then, he pauses, and slowly but surely brings the paper closer to his eyes. “This design is actually intuitive.”
“You made it last night,” Victor reminds him. “You don’t remember?”
“I made this?”
“You’re even smarter than me when you’re drunk,” he teases, gripping Yuuri’s hips with his hands and looking at the paper over his shoulder. “Except, there is a drool stain on my shirt.”
Yuuri turns in his arms and then cringes when he sees the prominent stain on Victor’s chest. Then, though, he seems to identify his mischievous smile and nudges his shoulder instead of being embarrassed. “Well, you’re a good pillow.”
“I like being your pillow. Can I major in that? Yuuri Katsuki’s pillow. Whenever you want to design airplanes while drunk again, just let me know. Or if you want to do something else while lying on top of me…” He pauses, lets the meaning behind his words settle in. “Let me know.”
“I’m up for doing something else while lying on top of you.”
Victor perks up. “You are?”
“Like playing games on my phone, reading a book, talking to Makkachin…”
“I’m kidding.” He takes his hand and squeezes it, then leads him to the bed. “Really though, that design wasn’t bad. Remind me to show it to Phichit later.”
“As I went to the bathroom I heard people saying, “Hey, f****t”. They slammed my head into a locker. I fell to the ground and they started to kick the s**t out of me. I had to have stitches.” And went on to say, “I think they thought I was a gay boy.” This happened on her 3rd day of 7th grade, which would be about a month before Stranger Things 2 takes place.
Now imagine it, but she’s in Hawkins Jr High and The Gang™ help her up and she becomes a stranger kid too!!!
BRO SPEAKING OF NIGHT IN THE WOODS DO YOU REMEMBER A FEW MONTHS AGO ON DISCORD WHEN THAT GIRL TOLD YOU THAT SHE TALKED TO THE NITW PEOPLE ABOUT YOU AT SOUTH BY SOUTHWEST AND THEY KNEW WHO YOU WERE (sorry I'm just excited because thats so fucking cool and I'm so fucking jealous)
YES I DO IT MAKES ME SO HAPPPY THAT THEY SAW MY PLAYTHROUGH THATS FUCKING NUTS
So my boyfriend recently went on a trip to Japan and, because he’s awesome and the best, he came back and surprised me with some awesome things – Japanese editions of some of Haruki Murakami’s books! Now, I don’t speak/read Japanese, but Murakami is easily one of my favorite authors and I love owning editions of translated books in their original language, so I was thrilled to received these. The books themselves are these adorable little paperbacks that I’ve had so much fun looking at. Just look at these beauties:
(From left: Hard-boiled Wonderland the End of the World, IQ84 Part One, and The Second Bakery Attack)
And (because this is just something that’s neat to me) he said that when he bought they cashier puts on these nice little paper coverings, which I think is super smart! Look how neat these little things are:
Do any of you like owning editions of books in their original language even if you don’t know it!? Maybe one day… (I only have about 50 different languages I want to learn…)
i always do dreamcasts of my books bc they make me really excited and they’re so much fun to do so here’s my first attempt haha! just skip past this post if you’re not interested, i know the book isn’t out so you don’t really know the characters yet lol.
A HUGE DISCLAIMER: i’m not saying i would want any of these people to star in an adaptation of my book. most of them are the wrong age. but they sorta look like how i imagine my characters!!
THE MAIN 6:
Angel Rahimi - (a much younger) Baran Kosari (disclaimer: i found it suuuper hard to find young Iranian Muslim actresses! Baran is much too old to be Angel so if you know any younger Iranian actresses that could work for Angel, lemme know :) )
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci - (a much younger) Avan Jogia (disclaimer: Jimmy is a trans guy, Avan is not, but the number of famous teenage trans guy actors of Indian and Italian heritage are, as far as i’m aware, zero. i’d love to hear some suggestions for trans guy actors to play jimmy tho if you can find any? obviously in a real life book 3 adaptation scenario, i would insist that jimmy was played by a trans guy)
I am also convinced of black paladin lance (and i will also be so upset if he isnt like u have my hopes too high) bc like lance is legit always taking charge! Like whenever its just him and another paladin without Shiro, Lance is the one who leads! Someone will have to pry this headcanon from my cold dead fingers before i give it up
(Sorry for getting your hopes up but we’re in this boat together now buddy)
Exactly!! Lance usually falls into the pattern of leading when Shiro’s not around, and he’s pretty damn good at it. He’s pretty serious on missions, creative when coming up with solutions, and doesn’t actually get braggy when he has a good idea, which is really interesting considering his character the rest of the time. He knows when to get down to business!
And like the other options just don’t make as much sense to me?
I genuinely don’t think that he fits the characteristics of the Red Lion. He’s not really that temperamental most of the time (unless Keith is involved bc he’s jealous of him). He’s not very impulsive in battle (outside of battle is a different story though lmao). And I don’t really see him as relying on instinct more than skill. He seems to prefer planning.
And then there’s the whole “you’re only here because the best pilot in your class had a discipline issue and flunked out” chekhov’s gun to take into account. They never really followed up on that line and I feel like it’ll come into play in season 3. Specifically if they put Lance in Red, because he’d be sitting in a seat just because Keith had vacated it. Again. I think it could be a good arc (Lance slowly coming into his own and realizing that he doesn’t have to compare himself to Keith), but it’d have to be handled carefully. Red is a lion that requires a pilot that “carves out their own path,” though, so it could work!!
As for Blue, Lance is kinda incompatible with her. Blue is one of the most confident lions and Lance… isn’t actually all that confident (anymore?). That whole “seventh wheel” line was. yeah. If they keep Lance in Blue, I feel like the whole “the blue lion is the most accepting of new pilots” thing will come into play somehow (Blue’s characteristics will probably get revealed in-show when the team is trying to figure out what to do without Shiro), and that Lance’ll have to deal with that information as the season progresses. Like with Red, I think it could be good for his character, but it’d have to be handled carefully.
But it’s like. Putting Lance in Black would just be a really interesting option, and it would fit him!! Maybe even fit him the best!!! He has the goods to be a leader– his main issue would be acting like one. It’d be so cool and it would make sense and I’m. Emotional about this boy.