thanks you for all your affection toward me !

Well… i’m a little late on those words. But being on time has never been one of my qualities.
I wanted to take the time to draw a little something to thank you for all that you have brought to me during this last year (and even a little more). A year ago, I didn’t believe in anything, and I had left my dreams aside. And today … I don’t even know how to translate the emotion I feel through words. But it is a gigantic feeling of gratitude … towards each of you.

I will not make big speeches, but I wanted to thank you again for your presence, your support, your advices, your patience, your kindness, and your crazyness. My life has changed thanks to you, and I hope it will continue for a long time.

And as you can see, it doesn’t affect only me. My wife also wanted to thank you, for all you do (and have done) for me. Thanks to you, she gets a little less worry about me. And it’s already a lot ^^

I love you all.

Zieg ’

okay but seriously guys ANASTASIA. it’s like they shoved all the best romantic tropes into a movie less than two hours long and did it flawlessly I can’t:

  • the perfectly executed arc from initial dislike –> begrudging respect (“if we live through this, remind me to thank you”) –> inconvenient attraction (“maybe we should stop” / “we have stopped”) –> genuine affection –> realizing you care about the other person so much their happiness is now worth more than your own –> choosing them as your found family
  • the bickering is top notch with her sticking out her tongue and him not seeing it and “men are babies” and even when they’re hurtling towards death in the loose rail car they’re still sniping at each other these nerds
  • he shields her with his body when they blow up the train cars, and she shields him with hers when rasputin dies
  • he doesn’t tell her that he knows she’s the princess because then he’d have to tell her how he knows, and he doesn’t want her to feel like she owes him anything
  • he doesn’t want the money!!!!
  • the way her grandma recognizes how much she loves him and makes it clear that there are no hard feelings, that she still has this family even if she decides to pursue her found family
  • THE SPINNY KISS ON THE BOAT AT THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anonymous asked:

OMG PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE continue the MC kidnapped by Saeran fic! It's so good, so sweet, I love it so much!

Wahh I promised it by the end of the week but I’m 52 minutes late >o<

I’m sorry guys  。゚・ (>﹏<) ・゚。

I hope you still enjoy? There were quite a few requests for the third part aha thank you all <3

–R.I.


Click here for: [Part One] [Part Two]

Note: If you haven’t read the first two parts, the 3rd part miiight not make sense in terms of how the story ended up here XD

Recap:

“Are you… lying to me?”

“No,” you whispered, crawling towards him and enveloping him into your arms. He deserved all the affection that you could offer.

He lifted his head, meeting your eyes. His mint-teal eyes captivated you—such a unique colour… You felt your eyes closing, and you began to lean in subconsciously. (Also because you were still affected by Seven’s damn drugs.)

A series of knocks came at the door, and the two of you immediately jumped apart. Saeran regained himself, running a hand through his bleached hair.

“I have to go,” he said with a hint of hoarseness in his voice, taking on a cool, nonchalant expression again, hands in his pockets.


Kerchak!

The bedroom door swung open from Saeran’s kick.

The lights were shut. The bed was made, even though you had sat on it earlier. Everything was neatly organized just as Saeran had left it.

Even though you were supposed to be there, waiting for him.

Panic stirring in his chest, Saeran dropped the box of pizza onto a nearby desk. His eyes scavenged the entire room. There had to be some traces of where you had disappeared to.

Oh god, what if another of the Saviour’s servants had taken you away? Had it been discovered that he hadn’t locked you in the dungeons? But… he really didn’t believe you deserved such cruel treatment. And he… he couldn’t bear to do that to someone else. Locking someone up and restricting their freedom, that is. Why would he do that, when he’d been traumatized by his own experience?

No matter how badass he looked, Saeran Choi would never willingly abuse anyone.

Maybe under the influence of drugs, but god, even then, he regretted it every damn time after sobering up.

“MC?” he cautiously called out, shutting the door behind him in case anyone heard. He couldn’t risk getting caught hiding you in his room. It had been of his own will, and against the Saviour’s orders.

A light bang came from his walk-in closet.

“Oof!” He heard you squeal.

In a mix of relief and worry, he opened the closet door, only to find you sitting in his clothes on the floor. You looked at him like a deer caught in headlights, eyes wide.

His eyes travelled down your body, noticing that you were wearing one of his black hoodies, unzipped, and… was that a pair of his boxers? Holy cr-

“MC…” he struggled to maintain a steady voice. “What are you doing?”

You grinned, giddily zipping up the hoodie. “I’m being you!!” you giggled, eyes shining with pride.

Saeran stared blankly, wondering if it was really the drugs still in effect, or if this was just your normal self. Or perhaps a mix? Either way, you were really… vulnerable.

He swallowed hard, averting his eyes from your body. “So uh, where are your own clothes…?” he asked.

You gasped, shock filling your features. “What the- I think they disappeared!! My clothes ran awayyyy,” you wailed, swinging your sleeves in the air. “What do I do, Mr. Kidnapper!?!”

He sighed, “They can’t run away, MC. And I told you before, my name is Saeran.”

“Okaaaaay, Saaaaeran,” you grumbled, standing up reluctantly from your slightly uncomfortable position.

“Anyway, I uhm, brought dinner for you. Figured you’d be hungry by now?” Saeran gestured to the box of pizza on the table.

Your eyes lit up at the sight of it, and jumped into his arms in excitement. Then, you backed off, remembering how the two of you had almost kissed when you were this close earlier. A light blush tinted your cheeks as you looked away.

Covering up for suddenly distancing yourself, you posed a question instead. “Saeran… A-am I allowed to do that?” you said softly, asking for permission to touch him. He’d had a panic attack earlier, after all, so you wanted to make sure he was comfortable with your touch. (Even though it was also an excuse for backing off just now.)

The man in question was blushing, turning his head to the side to avoid your eyes. “I don’t mind,” he mumbled. “C’mon.”

You followed him with your eyes as he threw a few blankets on the floor, under the ceiling window. He also tossed a couple pillows, then turned back to look at you questioningly. “Are you coming or not…?”

Secretly, he wondered if he was doing this wrong. Being sweet, that is.

You nodded shyly, walking over to sit down. He flashed you a brief, impish grin as you did, feeling his heart rise in pride that you were willing to spend time with him like this.

You flopped yourself back onto the pillows, staring up at the sky from the large window on the ceiling.

Above you, you could see colours in the sky, and at first you thought it was the Aurora Borealis. Saeran chuckled, “Wow… a night rainbow. How rare.”

“Huh? Night rainbow…?”

“Look, MC,” he pointed. “The colours are only just vibrant enough to make out. Since our Mint Eye Headquarters are so high up on the hills, we see pretty amazing night scenery here. It’s also why I requested to have a room on the top floor, so I could install the window just for this.”

You smiled quietly, noting that he really seemed to appreciate the natural beauty of the sky. The two of you quietly munched away at your slices of pizza, appreciating each other’s presence under the view. Neither of you even knew how much time had passed, but the stars continued to move across the sky.

At one point, Saeran suddenly turned his head quietly to you, and you boldly returned his intense stare. Eyes fluttering shut, you found yourself leaning in once again. This time, no one would interrupt.

His lips covered yours skillfully—though you struggled not to burst out laughing from the thought of how your first kiss with him was filled with the taste of pizza. His kiss was hesitant, almost as if wondering whether you’d accept all of him or not. You crawled onto his lap, pressing your lips harder against his to deepen the kiss.

He groaned, quickly wrapping his arms around you, trying to feel for more of you. He gazed at you passionately, hand at the top of your zipper. “Please… MC,” he murmured softly, grazing his lips at your neck. “Let me have you.”

“Yes,” you moaned quietly, placing your hand over his to pull down the zipper, revealing yourself to him.

Although the whole kidnapping situation was plain weird, and neither of you knew what tomorrow would bring, or what the “Saviour” would do to you from now on… in this very moment, in this very night, you were together. And that was all that mattered.

Surprise! (Auston Matthews)

Anonymous said:

Can you do an Auston Matthews imagine where his long term gf surprises him by coming to visit Toronto and watch him play? Thanks!!

Word count: 1857

Originally posted by dylanmcilrth


You peer out the window of the plane, the city of Toronto shining brightly beneath you. For three years, you had been dating Auston. Your longest time spent apart had been for two weeks every summer when he was away at a team hockey camp. Now that he played for the Leafs, however, it had been four months since you had last seen your boyfriend. Four months since you had gotten to see his face off of a phone screen. Four months since you had been able to hear his corny jokes at the drop of a hat and hold his hand. These had been the longest four months of your life, honestly.

But now you were on your way to Toronto and the best part was, Auston had no idea. It was Auston’s teammate William Nylander that had the idea to surprise him, actually. Auston had been in a funk lately that hadn’t been getting any better. He was getting into more little spats with his teammates; he was more irritable in general, actually; he wasn’t putting up as many points as you-and everyone-knew he had the potential to put up and; the issue that was of most concern to you, he wasn’t talking to his teammates nearly as much. Instead, he spent nearly all of his time texting you, or calling you, or Snapchatting you, or FaceTime-ing you. While you loved everything about Auston and your conversations, it was very time-consuming to always be talking to him while you were busy with other activities, and you were worried about him.

That was where Willy came in. He had called you and asked if you would consider flying up to Toronto to surprise Auston during one of your school breaks. Actually, he said that the whole team wanted you to come up. It was a team decision, he said, and everyone knew that he was just really missing you.

You booked your ticket right after the phone call.

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rowaelinherondale  asked:

Can everyone just stop attacking Victoria for a second?? Being an author is hard enough as it is, wanting your books bought and not downloaded shouldn't be such an issue. I understand for some that it's a little more expensive, but if you have to wait a little longer to read her amazing novels then so be it. All I've been seeing is angry messages towards her when we should be celebrating and congratulating her for King's Cage. Victoria, you are amazing, what you do is amazing, so thank you ❤

Thanks for your support. I do understand that many people are in difficult positions, and I may seem like someone who piracy wouldn’t affect, but that’s just not true. It’s stealing, and not just from me. I’m very sorry to anyone who is offended by this, but I’m never going to agree that stealing my work (or the work of others) is acceptable.

A Submitted thingy :)))

the day was bright, just as it had been the day before and the day before that. a ray of sun caught your eye from the window and you quickly yanked the curtains to cover it. you were in no mood for sunshine today. Looking in the mirror, you began fixing your flaws. baggy eyes, frizzy hair, tear stained cheeks; they all had to go. soon you would have to face the people you’d become to see as family and you didn’t want them seeing you like this. a knock on your door pulled you from your thoughts. a head of dark curls followed by a pale face and a reassuring smile entered the room. “are you okay?” enoch asked making himself a place on the bed. “yeah, fine.” you lied and continued to work on yourself in the mirror. “you don’t look fine.” he pressed, worry evident in his voice. “it’s stupid. i don’t need to bother you with the details of my life.” “it’s not stupid. tell me what’s wrong.” the look in his eyes made you feel like pouring out your soul to him but you could only form a few words. “my cat…he died.” you let out and tried to fight the tears. enoch’s smile faded as he tried to feel empathy towards you. “i’m so sorry.” he said, placing a hand on your shoulder. “but maybe there’s something i can do?” you were familiar with his peculiarity but that didn’t mean you approved of it. “i don’t think so…but thank you for thinking of it.” you answered him and nuzzled your head on his hand, thanking him for trying. “i’m sorry i guess i am just not so great at comforting people.” he apologised and avoided your gaze. “enoch, thank you really.” you said, placing a warm hand on his cold cheek. “it means a lot.” “i wish there was something else I could do.” his voice was quieter now and you could tell he was slightly embarrassed for showing affection towards you. “kiss me.” you blurted out in a low tone just loud enough to hear. “y/n, i-” he began to protest but you cut him off with a kiss. “whoa.” was all he could say when you parted.

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hiii!! i’m here to ask for a matchup please! with any character you’d like! i’m so excited about this!

uhmm, well, i hope you don’t mind if I write a long text!

Well, I’m currently 18 years old, gemini, and an engineering student. I want to be an aerospace engineer. I dream to work for NASA but like.. I also want so much more out of life.
I want to film, write, draw. Hell, I even want to draw.

I really love filming videos and drawing and writing even though it’s all mediocre.

I’m quite insecure about my body and overall self. And I’m too scared to see a psychologist because I don’t want to disappoint anyone bcs of my possible depression and anxiety.

I really love love loooooove cats and dogs and memes.

I love reading and music. I adore music. I like manga and watching all sorts of anime.

I really love traveling even though I don’t do it often.

What brings me happiness are my nieces and nephews. I really hate Christmas bcs it’s always a sad time for me idk.

I lost my two grandmas in the same year that was mentally taxing.

I feel like I’m such an average person to be honest.

I LOVE THE PROSPECT OF ALIENS AND BLACK HOLES. I ADORE SPACE. Ever since I was a little kid hahah. I also am into the paranormal and idk it’s pretty hard to me to express affection towards other people. I guess I’m afraid of opening up. Idk.

This is more of a sob story than a matchup request, hahahahah! I’m sorry! And thank you!!! ^^


I LOVE your mickey mouse pajamas they’re so cute ;;;; sooooo today I’ve matched you up with *drum roll*

Zen or Seven

Zen because you guys would look SO good together. Like he would take you to all of his award shows and everything and BAM Korea’s number one favorite couple. Seven because… well, SPACE!!!! NASA!!! ALIENSSSSSSSS!!!!! The two of you would show each other memes for HOURS and just laugh and talk about life and yeah he would love you so much

Headcanon

Zen

  • “Do I have to go?”
  • You leaned against the counter and sighed
  • I hate all of these cast parties…
  • “Yes,” Zen walked into the bathroom, “as my girlfriend, it’s your job to come with me!!’
  • He grabbed your chin and kissed you on the forehead
  • “Plus, it would be wayyy too boring without you.”
  • “That’s not true.”
  • Zen tilted his head 
  • “What do you mean?”
  • You rolled your eyes
  • “What is it about me that you find so interesting? I-I’m so… so… average!”
  • Zen frowned and put his hands on your shoulders
  • He turned you toward the mirror 
  • “What do you see,” he nodded his head toward your reflection
  • “Good ol’ boring me.”
  • “Well,” Zen looked at you through the mirror, “I see the most gorgeous girl in the entire world. I see someone that can make me laugh for hours, someone who’s voice is music to my ears, someone that I love.”
  • Zen always knows how to make you feel better

Seven

  • Seven grabbed your hand and dragged you out the door
  • “Come on, we’re gonna miss it!!!!”
  • You had to jog to keep up with your very long legged boyfriend
  • “You still haven’t told me where we’re going!!”
  • Seven only laughed in response
  • Where the heck could he be taking me at 2 in the morning??
  • When the two of you got to an abandon park, all of your questions were answers
  • Seven had layed out a blanket and brought some of your favorite food
  • There was a a tiny radio quietly playing your fave song, and small candles lit all around safely so it wasn’t a fire hazard
  • “W-Why?”
  • “Because it’s our anniversary!”
  • You stared at him
  • “Our anniversary isn’t for a couple months…”
  • “I know,” Seven led you to the blanket, “but it’s the anniversary of the first time I knew I was in love with you.”
  • As you sat down, you noticed little shimmer lights fly across the sky
  • “A meteor shower?”
  • Seven nodded, “I saw it on google today and I knew it was fate~”
  • You smiled and leaned into him
  • best. date. ever.

anonymous asked:

I know this is going to sound a little strange but I wanted to say thank you. For someone who has been hurt my multiple forms of trauma in my life, that have left me with many mental and physical scares, some inrepairable, I really relate to Underdecay. It... makes an already relatable situation and makes it feel.. almost personal. Sometimes, time can't heal all wounds, and some scars don't ever heal. The same goes for resets. So.. thank you. <3

Oh My God… You’re so sweet ! I’ve not even started the comic yet that so many people seem to be interested about the story I have to tell ! And I’m glad that I have managed to make it relatable so far especially since I wanted to explore the psychological point of view of how reset would affect a character to another !

Thank to you for sending me your appreciation toward my work, I hope the wait will worth it/

tfw people are personally offended by ur touch aversion and somehow equate saying “please don’t touch me, i have told you multiple times that it makes me very uncomfortable” to “i hate you and want nothing to do with you at all do not show affection towards me ever i am having a terrible day and want everyone to die” this isn’t about you!! i don’t like being touched by anyone please for the million time respect my boundaries!!!!

Cowboy Courting

Pairing: AU!Cowboy Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,849

Warnings: None, just fluff

AN: Okay so Cowboy Dean makes me a wordy bitch apparently and it honestly wouldn’t take much convincing to make another part or two to this because it was really fun to write. All of this was inspired by a dream and the below picture. I hope you all enjoy reading some 1840′s Cowboy Dean! Thanks to my wifey @jalove-wecallhimdean for reading this one over for me and making sure it came across okay!

Originally posted by spnjensenlove02


You loved your job as a teacher. Your group of kids ranged in the ages of 4-13, and they were all wonderful kids in their own ways. Yes, the boys were a little rowdier and the girls a little more giggly, but they always respected you and regarded you with a, “Yes, Miss Y/N.”

One aspect of your life that you were not so thrilled with, was being 20 years old and having no male prospects asking your Pa if they could court you. You had recently started wondering if maybe you needed to take your Ma’s advice and put more effort into your appearance to attract a suitor.

“Alright boys and girls, please open your penmanship books and begin where you left off yesterday.” A chorus of groans met your ears before you had even finished speaking. “Is there a problem?”

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Happy St. Patrick's Day

Title: Happy St. Patrick’s Day

Athlete: Artemi Panarin

Word Count: 1,909

Requested?: Yes

Request: Can you please write an Artemi Panarin Imagine?

Authors Note: I read a tweet about wondering who would teach Val Nichushkin about St. Patrick’s Day last year and when I received the Artemi request thought it would be the perfect thing to write about.  I used a little Russian in the story and hope it’s correct as I used Google Translate for it.  The translations are at the bottom of the story.  Happy St. Patrick’s Day Everyone!!

Your name: submit What is this?

“Uh…hello?” Artemi’s pause as he opened the door made you smile.  He took a moment to fully look you up and down and then continued on.  “Not interested.”  Ignoring him attempting to shut the door on you, you pushed your way into the apartment and headed for the living room.

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anonymous asked:

I love your writing, and since I'm still in major denial that Tadashi died, I would like to request Tadashi being adorable with much fluff ensuing. (:

Thank you! Don’t worry, you’re not the only one in denial. I’m bringing this over from my deviantart, because it has a bunch of fluff in it.  Enjoy!


You glare up at the bag of coffee beans sitting innocently on the top shelf.  Hiro, the little rascal, had hidden the step ladder that morning and then ran off, doingwho knows what.  The café was running low on coffee and Aunt Cass asked you to ground a new batch of beans.  The only thing standing in your way was the fact of your vertically challenged nature.

 Placing a hand on the shelf at eye level with you, you use it to try to balance yourself as you lift onto your tip toes.  You reach your other hand out, stretching it as far as it will go.  Your fingers barely even brush against the bottom side of the shelf you need to reach.  Still no farther than any of the other ten times you’ve tried.  Your grip on the lower shelf increases as if you could just push off of it to grow a few more inches.  You lift one foot up off the floor, balancing on the other and it almost seems to help.

 “Would you like some help?” a familiar voice sounds from behind you.

 You lower down from your stretch and turn around.  “Tadashi!” you smile gratefully.  “Yes, please.”

 He places his hands on your waist to move you over to the side.  With ease, he reaches up and grabs the bag, then turns and hands it over to you. You hold it close, and then go up onto your tiptoes again to give Tadashi a kiss on the cheek.  “Thank you.”

 You turn to walk out of the back storage room, but feel Tadashi’s hands on your waist again as he pulls your back to his chest.  “That’s all I get?  If it wasn’t for me, you’d still be struggling to get that.  Don’t I get more than a kiss on the cheek?”  His arms wrap around your stomach, locking your body to his. The longer you had been in a relationship with Tadashi, the bolder he had become in showing his affection toward you. He was no longer afraid to pull you in close and demand a few kisses.  Normally, you were quite happy to oblige him, however, now was not particularly a good time.

 You laugh, “Tadashi! I’m working,” you scold.

 “Yeah, and?” his breath tickles your cheek and his lips brush against your ear.

 “Haven’t you ever heard of business before pleasure?”  You try to wiggle out of his grasp, needing to get back to work.

 “When do you get off?” he asks, tightening his hold even more.

 You check the watch on your wrist.  “One more hour.”

 He groans and rests his head on your shoulder.  “But that’s so long from now!”

 You laugh again, “Don’t whine.  It’s not very becoming.”

 “You’re staying after you get off, right?”

 “Do I really have a choice?” you ask with a smile.

 He rests his chin on your shoulder and looks up at you innocently.  “No, not really.”

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horoscopes for 2016

Aries: This past year hasn’t been kind to you, Aries. Don’t lash out at others, we’re here to understand things and help you through your rough times.

Taurus: I know you’re a cynic, Taurus, but love is not a bad thing. Someone can tell you’re afraid of it, and wants you to let them prove you wrong. Let them.

Gemini: Someone close to you needs you to be there for them, Gemini. Don’t let your insecurities and doubts get in the way of your kind nature.

Cancer: Stop hiding how you feel from others, Cancer, we care about you and your opinions. You’ll learn, and you’ll become stronger and wiser from this.

Leo: You aren’t worthless just because someone has something you don’t. Stop comparing yourself to others, Leo, and focus on improving yourself instead.

Virgo: You don’t like to take risks, but you need to, Virgo, if you want to get anything from life. Don’t be afraid to let others know how you feel.

Libra: You’re a wonderful person, Libra, you don’t need to put on a mask to be liked. Someone special sees that and appreciates you the way you are.

Scorpio: The past is the past for a reason, Scorpio, please accept it. Let go and focus on right now, make the best decisions for you, you’ll thank me for it.

Sagittarius: Running seems to be a common theme for you, Sagittarius. Sometimes you have to stop running and face the music to grow.

Capricorn: It’s time you take a break from things, Capricorn. You work so hard all the time, but you need to remember that your health affects your progress.

Aquarius: Humanity is grateful for your existence, Aquarius. Take some time to reflect on things, and show your gratitude towards your loved ones.

Pisces: Someone special wants you around, Pisces, but fears they’ll be hurt. Love them in your special way, give them your heart, and they’ll reciprocate it.

There's something I regret that I need to get off my chest…

MBTI has pissed me off lately. And while I’ve been on Tumblr not making posts about it, being here just reminds me of it more.

Here’s my dilemma. There’s always those people who are very stereotypically “their type”, and their cognitive functions make sense, and everything’s happy sunshine time. But what happens when someone’s trying to figure out their functions, or a character is being typed? There seems little to no delineation between the actual placement of any function whatsoever, so that it becomes that people can really justify nearly any type for anyone who has the slightest of doubts about how they fit into the whole system.

For example, Si. Someone is stuck in their past about something and it’s frankly unhealthy. “They’re an Si-dom in a loop” “they’re an INXP in a loop” “they’re shadow typing” “they’re an unhealthy Si-dom/INXP”. Where is the line drawn? Maybe they are also reacting to something to do with mental illness. Maybe some event in the past caused them to reflect on things so strongly. It could be PTSD. It could be depression. It could be anxiety. It could just be the way someone is, too, without functions.

And Ti and Ni, or Si and Fi? They overlap so much that it’s nearly impossible to tell which is which. “Ni is finding the truth” but so is Ti?? “Ni is finding meaning” BUT SO IS TI? “Si is remembering things and feeling stuff about it” but Fi is too?? Where is the line drawn between them? Maybe they’re remembering something because it’s important to them and that’s just a human thing?

Can’t you type anyone with nearly any type with the reasoning you can conjure up? It seems that people either think of MBTI too simply (“Si is past” “Ni is future” “Se is experience” “Ne is novelty”), or in a way that’s so unclear and unreasonable.

I love how MBTI helps people understand each other, and helps people understand themselves too. But, I can’t say it in much better words than these: what the actual fuck.

I’ve completely stopped original MBTI posts for the most part because of this dilemma.

I know I sound very upset, probably a little angsty and frustrated. And I’m afraid that that might put people off, because they could think that I am bashing everything they believe about MBTI.

But in all honesty, I would like to know, where do you draw the line, about what functions are separate from each other, and their positions?

I’m not entirely sure if it’s because I’ve put a lot of things behind me recently in my personal life, and I’m graduating, that I’m stuck in a loop of burning bridges, but recently being on here has made me frustrated, and I’m wondering what’s the point of my being here at all? It doesn’t bring me as much joy as it used to be, and it’s not benefitting me a whole lot.

I don’t mean to scare people by saying these things at all. Please do not be afraid, and know that my affections toward you all are not altered. I hold your feelings in my deepest regard. Please, respond to me as you will, with all honesty that you can allow. I’m looking for answers of all kinds, about your beliefs about MBTI themselves, or my saying these things.

Thank you for reading this far, despite my rampant feelings and negative tone.

What being twins to Damian would be like Part 3

How the Batfam reacts when you come back to life:

Damian: 

-In his desperation and grief, he turned to your mother for help. Despite everything she has put you both through, she is still your mother and would do anything to bring back one of her children. Talia knew that the Lazarus pit was not the way to bring you back, those that go in dead come back insane and she did not want that for you. Instead, she sought out the best resurrectionists. 

-Damian helped to take your body from the graveyard in order to conduct the ceremony. It involved strange rituals but Damian was prepared to do anything if it meant getting you back. His blood and your mother’s blood was required, they needed the warm blood of your blood in order to bring your spirit back to your lifeless body. Damian and Talia cut their hands with an ancient blade and squeezed their blood onto your cold lips. After chanting for several minutes your eyes sprung open and you returned to the land of the living. Your mother kissed your forehead before leaving you once again, her work here is done. 

-Damian threw his arms around you tight and tears streamed out of his eyes, he missed you so much. You knew you died and somehow you were back again but instead of asking too many questions, you wrap your arms around your twin and the connection that was severed when you passed has now been reconnected, Damian feels whole again. 

-The two of you will return to your home in Gotham now to your family to share to good news. Damian helps you to walk towards the batplane that he borrowed from your father. 

-”Everything is going to be alright, sister. I promise to protect you always, I will not lose you again.” 

-”Thank you brother, but I can protect myself. You have done more than enough for me.” 

Bruce: 

-When Damian returns back home with the missing batplane, Bruce is about to give him a lecture but is stopped when he sees Damian with you by his side. Could it be? You are alive? But how? 

-Your father stands there frozen, unable to react to such a situation. He has to be in some sort of dream. You walk over to him slowly before putting your arms around him, confirming that this is real. He gets down to your level and pulls you in close, crying so much. 

-He never wants to let you go again. Having his little girl back takes all the pain away. A huge weight has been lifted from his shoulders. 

-Your father does feel slightly concerned about the effects of you being brought back from the dead, just like Jason. He will keep a close eye on you to be safe, there is no way in hell he is going to lose you ever again. 

-”Welcome home y/n. I missed you so much.” 

-”I missed you father, it’s good to be back.” 

Alfred: 

-Like your father he is relieved to have you back, it means things can get back to the way they were before. 

-Has been making sure you have everything that you need, giving you check-ups to make sure everything is in order. You are going to be just fine. 

-It is good to see Bruce and Damian smiling again, without you, they were a mess. 

-”We all missed you Miss y/n, I’m glad to have you back with us.” 

-”I missed you all too. Thank you, Alfred, for everything.” 

Dick:

-As soon as he heard the news from Alfred he got on his bike and got to the Manor as fast as he possibly could. 

-He can’t believe his eyes when he sees you sitting there waiting for his arrival. Dick walks right over and lifts you up into his arms, you place your cheek against his. 

-Being reunited with you has got him all teary and he isn’t afraid to show it, you cry along with him. 

-He listens while you tell him how you were brought back, you told him how much you missed him and that got him even more emotional. 

-For weeks, he has grieved over your loss and to finally have you back feels too good to be true. 

-”I missed you too, more than you could ever imagine. Don’t you dare leave me like that again, okay? I love you kiddo.” 

-”I’m not going anywhere, Dick. I’m here always. I love you too.  ” 

Jason:

-Jason also comes to the Manor when he hears the good news, he asks to speak to you alone. 

-He asks you if it hurt and how you are doing if you are having any nightmares about how you died because he has been in the exact same position as you before. 

-You tell him that you are still adjusting, that it is going to take time for you to feel fully alright. Some nights are better than others but you know you are strong enough to get through this, especially with your family by your side. 

-Jason gives you a big hug followed by a kiss on the cheek and tells you that he is just one call away if you ever need someone to talk to about all this. 

-”When you need me, I’ll be there.”

-”I know, if I need someone to talk to you will be the first person I come to.”

Tim: 

-You go to Tim instead as you know how he has been busy with the Teen Titans, when you arrive at their base he is in a complete state of shock, he did not expect to see you ever again. 

-Before saying anything he wraps his arms around you and holds you for a few moments. His team members give the two of you the privacy that you need, understanding that this is a family matter. 

-You and Tim sit at the docks talking for hours. He told you how things haven’t been the same since you died but he is more than glad to have you back. Tim told you about visiting your grave once a week to bring you flowers and you thought that was really sweet of him. The two of you watch the sun set, you rest your head on his shoulder and he puts his arm around you. 

-”I’ve finally got my best friend back.” 

-”I was always with you, Tim. You just couldn’t see me.” 

Barbara: 

-Throws a big welcome home party for you and the whole family gets together to celebrate. 

-She is overjoyed to have you back and everything just feels right again. 

-You feel blessed to have your family all around you. 

-”Welcome home y/n.”

-”Thank you, Barbara.” 

Katherine: 

-When Katherine found out you had returned she couldn’t keep herself away, she hugged you so tight you didn’t think she would ever let go. It’s the first time she has ever showed affection towards you. 

-She has managed to stay strong but some nights she would spend crying over your death but now that you are back her mind can be put to rest. 

-She told you that she expects your training with her to continue like before and you tell her that you are more than ready to get back to it. Although you admire Kate’s strength she admires yours more. 

-”That’s my girl.” 

-”Well, I have the best teachers.” 

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It has been brought to my attention that some of you are harassing the trolls. I’m going to ask you to please stop. I know they make you angry, frustrated and I know they lie. But arguing with them accomplishes nothing. You can’t reason with unreasonable people. Cdan is nothing but a cesspool of losers guys why engage with them? It is causing unnecessary stress on my blog and it’s innocent members. Your intention is not to make my blog look bad I know that I know you are trying to stand up for me and I thank you. But what your are doing is having a reverse affect and making us look irrational and mean. I’m going to ask all of you to stop messaging any trolls on cdan or Instagram. Their Insta pages are private unless they make physical threats toward people they need to be left alone. Please stop what you are doing immediately.

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  • Kuroko: He is indeed feeling very jealous and even angry but that doesn’t seem to affect his blank stare. ‘‘Excuse me. ___-chan is with me.’’ and that’s all he has to say before pulling you towards him protectively.‘‘Let’s go.’’ , he mutters while sliding his arm around you.
  • Midorima: He just stares without showing any emotions. He doesn’t do anything but inside his brain there is a war. He surprisingly finds himself  wanting to punch a wall. For the rest of the day he avoids you but when you two are finally alone he doesn’t hesitate to pull you close to him for a you-are-only-mine hug without speaking.
  • Kise: He frowns, he pouts, and then he decides it’s time to claim what’s his. He appears out of nowhere between you and the other person. ‘‘YOU!’’, he points at him with his index finger. ‘‘YOU stay away from my girlfriend.’’ He takes your hand and walks away with you. You’re pretty surprised and touched after all that because it was the very first time he called you His girlfriend in front of someone.
  • Aomine:  He isn’t just jealous - he is mad. He walks over you two and stands in front of you facing the other person. ‘‘Oi! What do you think you are doing with my woman ?’’, he possessively wraps an arm around you, taking you with him. Later on you look up at Aomine pouting ‘‘You didn’t have to make him cry.’’
  • Murasakibara: He doesn’t understand much but this feeling is similar to when someone tried to steal his cake. He casually steps in front of you, he catches you in his arms and lifts you up, placing you on his shoulder while walking away. ‘‘___-chin is mine and mine alone.’’ , you keep complaining and telling him to let you down but he just won’t let you go away that easily.
  • Akashi: He immediately comes to stand next to you and while he places an arm around your waist he pulls you over his side , always making eye contact with the one that was confessing to you. ‘‘She is mine. - Now that you know ; don’t ever come near her again.’’, he doesn’t speak again , the only thing that gives away his feelings is the way he touches you.
  • Hanamiya: His first thought is that he is going to beat the crap out of that person - but then he thinks about it twice. He comes to stand from behind you and he places his hands on your waist. ‘‘Here you are.’’, he whispers on your ear. ‘‘I was looking everywhere for you.’’, he ignores the other person’s existence and turns you around for a deep passionate kiss. When it’s all over the only ones standing there is you and him alone.
  • Imayoshi: He doesn’t hesitate to show how annoyed he is. You are his girlfriend. No one except him should be allowed to talk to you in that kind of way. He walks slowly behind the person that confesses to you and touches his shoulder. ‘‘Hey little guy , mind if i borrow my girlfriend?’’, and then here it was that deadly look on Imayoshi’s face that was screaming trouble. You awkwardly move closer to him and drag him away while hugging him muttering things like ‘‘Killing someone means jail. You know i can’t do that much without you.’’ 
  • Takao: No one can actually confess to you with someone like Takao as boyfriend. He’s always around you, watching over you , protect you.That one time you were alone and someone actually tried to confess his feelings to you Takao was right there next to you the same moment. While sliding his arm around you he smiled at the other person and cheerfully said that you two wanted some privacy and if he didn’t want trouble he should leave his girlfriend alone for good.
  • Himuro: He is indeed jealous but he acts mature. He tries to calm himself at first , the sight of someone confessing to His girlfriend like that makes him go crazy with jealousy but he can’t afford to lose control and make a scene. He approaches you and touches your arm before turning around to face the one that was confessing to you. ‘‘My girl and i need to attempt somewhere. Excuse us.’’, He walks away with you saying that next time he might knock out someone.
Old interview of Neymar on Faustão, translated to English

Neymar Sr: When I found out Neymar was going to be a dad…I honestly was very angry. It was necessary for me to be upset with him, because he made a wrong with me. We had spoken a lot about that, and for me it seemed like he understood me. And when this happened, I did what I had to do, I scolded him for it, but I also had to help him, right? I couldn’t just scold him and leave him with this alone. But I told him damn it, the most beautiful thing is to have a child!

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Interview after Worlds 2016 by CCTV

Q1: How are you feeling now after the competition?
Yuzu:  Very regretful.  But it felt good to be skating with so much support from the audience. Although I feel regretful, I am glad to have skated SEIMEI in front of everyone.

Q2: You did great in SP but your FS performance was a surprise to all. What would you think is the reason?
Yuzu: Well, I don’t think my condition is not good. It could be that I was a bit nervous, and also a bit excited.  This year will be tough but I will transform the regret to hard work for next season.

Q3: There were reports that say that you were injured before the WC and you were not able to do 4T for 7 weeks. Does this affect your performance in this competition?

Yuzu: Of course this made me change my FS quad jumps for the 2nd half. However, I feel comfortable after skating my program. I almost do not feel that my injury is affecting me. In any case, I just feel regretful.  I would like to thank all of you and please look forward to the next season.

Q4: You mentioned that it’s going to be a year with regrets/frustrations. So what are your plans now?
Yuzu: I want to do a lot of practice. And I will do more difficult things and to perform more programs that will be able to touch all your hearts. Also, I would like to consider what kind of programs I would really like to perform. At the same time, I will work hard towards the next season.

Q5: Last question. There were reports that say that you will retire from competition after the 2018 Pyeong Chang Olympics. Beijing will be hosting the 2022 Winter Olympics, so could you please predict what you will be doing then?
Yuzu: I still don’t know about retirement now so I can’t comment much.  I will just work hard towards Pyeong Chang. And until Beijing’s, it is possible that I may still be skating. Seriously, I can’t imagine things that are so far away from now, so I just want to do my best with whatever I can at the time.  Thank you.

-translated by Jessie Kok (in YH Int’ Fan Grp) and edited by me here 

15. Meeting in A&E
18. Waking up with amnesia

Notes: Thank you so much ^^; Injuries were only loosely researched, sorry! Falling asleep with concussion is actually okay as long as the person has been examined and they’re monitored. It can result in short-term memory loss.

Memorable Encounters

Like the vast majority of people, Arthur wasn’t fond of hospitals. Despite the necessity for hospitals to be sterile environments, it still seemed as though he was inside a busy hub of bacteria and the thought made his skin crawl. That and hospitals always smelt of stale bread, new plastic and noxious chemicals, not a pleasant combination.

He especially disliked hospitals after being dragged to one by his hard-headed elder brother, who, for the sake of his vanity, had called Arthur to drive him to A&E rather than call an ambulance. Peeved perhaps didn’t describe the intensity of emotion Arthur felt towards having to spend his Saturday stagnating in an emergency room with Allistor cradling his, most likely, broken wrist, in throes of melodramatic pain.

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