things to eat and drink in public

i saw a similar post about writing tips when it comes to having paris as a setting, so i thought it would be helpful to have the same thing except for……new york city! as a native new yorker i love seeing my home appearing in fics, because lbr nyc is pretty awesome. so if you’re looking to make nyc your setting, here are some tips when writing about it. these can help establish if your character is a native or non-native.

—first off, nyc is technically not one city. it’s five cities. the boroughs of manhattan, queens, staten island, bronx, and brooklyn are all part of nyc. however, the nyc that’s always on tv/movies is manhattan.

—if you live in any of the four other boroughs, manhattan is always referred to as “the city”. so if your character lives in brooklyn but is heading out to central park, they’re going to the city.

—public transportation is the way to go. unless it’s staten island, where cars are the easiest way to go. mta fare is $2.75 and we use metrocards. trains are divided by uptown and downtown, and some are express and some are local. we do not refer to the train lines by their color—only by their number or letter. buses are designated by their borough; a manhattan bus would have M in front of the number.

—taxis are mad expensive and sometimes public transportation can be too when you need to take a combo of buses and trains. many new yorkers walk a lot. the reason we walk fast is bc it makes it easier to get to your destination. walking up ten blocks can only take ten minutes if you speedwalk basically. which is why slow walkers annoy us, especially when they stop suddenly.

—trains run slower during weekends and nights so your character might be in for quite a wait. bus generally take 10 minutes to come, unless it’s a popular route. then buses come every five minutes.

—except for the very southern part of manhattan, the roads are numbered. so areas such as greenwich village, wall street, little italy, and chinatown do not have streets with numbers. streets run from east to west; avenues run from south to north. the east & west streets are separated by 5th Avenue. numbers increase as you move north and/or to the west.

—you can always find pizza and hot dogs for a dollar. busy areas such as times square and central park will try to overcharge you. no new yorker would be gullible enough to pay $2 for a pizza slice. for cheap $1 pizza, the chain 2Bros is good. speaking of pizza, we fold it in half bc it is easier to eat and walk then.

—a distinctly new yorker thing is saying “on the line”. such as asking someone “are you on the line?” no other state says this. drive into new jersey and they’ll say “in the line”.

—there is one international airport and one domestic airport for nyc, which are both in queens. there’s JFK (international) and La Guardia (domestic). a third option is newark airport (also international) in new jersey.

—smoking is not allowed in nyc parks nor in most public spaces whatsoever. also the legal age for smoking and drinking is 21.

—if your character is a college student, all public colleges are branded as CUNY (City University of New York). every borough has at least one CUNY college. public colleges have “cheap” tuition rates, which are usually around $5000-$8000. the “famous” colleges in NYC are not public. NYU and Columbia are both private and are ridiculously expensive. Wagner College (private) in Staten Island has a really good performing arts/music program.

—new yorkers avoid many of the sightseeing places bc they’re expensive and overcrowded. i have lived my whole life in nyc (almost 20 years) and have only visited the Empire State Building for the first time this summer—and that’s only bc my internship covers the expense of my tickets to such places.

—speaking of expenses, most of the homes in the boroughs are apartments. Staten Island however is suburban and residential. houses are abundant there. in manhattan, houses which are really just townhouses, are super expensive. we’re talking millions here.

—manhattan is an island. so is staten island. the only ways off manhattan are by cars/buses over bridges or tunnels, or by trains. the only way off staten island is by car, bus, or the Staten Island Ferry. the ferry is free of charge, running 24/7 between SI and Manhattan. all bridges have tolls, where ezpass holders have lower rates.

—yes we’re the city that never sleeps, but we do sleep. some areas like times square don’t appear to. i’ve shopped at the forever 21 in times square at 1 AM. it was still crowded.

—SI has a predominant Italian and Sri Lankan community. Queens has a predominant Indian community, most especially in the Jackson Heights neighborhood.

—coney island is in brooklyn. the rides are fun but expensive. the beach is crowded and dirty. brighton beach and rockaway beach are better choices. staten island has a more calmer (and actually fourth longest in the usa) boardwalk.

—if you’re mailing something to manhattan, the address should be written as new york, new york. it would not be manhattan, new york.

this got really long but if your heart is set on writing within new york, i think it’s really important to get your setting right. like i said before, these tips can really help your character stand out or not as someone who is or isn’t from new york. i hope this helps for all the fabulous writers out there!

Hey guys? 

So I’ve been noticing that lately we’re making fun of adults who live in their parents’ basements again… 

Guess where I live! My parents’ basement! I’m mentally ill and autistic and not capable of living independently. I can’t go grocery shopping alone, I can’t drive, I can’t make transfers on public transportation, and if I’m left alone I forget to do things like eat, drink, shower, take my meds, and do laundry. Even if I were capable of independent living, I don’t make enough on disability to afford an apartment. 

If y’all are actually committed to intersectionality, you’d best find a better insult for misogynists than living in their parents’ basement, because honestly I already get down on myself for feeling useless enough without this stuff. 

Also this is totally ok for abled people to reblog and signal boost if you don’t mind? :) Thanks! 

slain [kuroo/akaashi]

kuroaka assassins!au based on this answered ask i posted

tl;dr: kuroo is an assassin hired to kill akaashi, akaashi figures out he’s being watched, he manages to catch kuroo and then uses….. v special means for his interrogation method B)

~2.5k words

Kuroo is hired to kill him. That’s the task that he’s given.

Not a terribly hard concept to understand, really, when your job is an assassin on the side. Kuroo does it for the money, but he also does it for the thrill. His victims are lucky, though, because he’s a merciful, quiet killer. He doesn’t make them suffer, even if his clients request it. He’s not a murderer, he’s just doing his fucking job.

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inactive-tumb1lr-deactivated201  asked:

How do you do camp NaNoWrimo and a full time job at the same time?

Short answer: The way you pursue any passion with a full time job – you find the time.

(much) Longer answer: Full time jobs nowadays are different than they used to be. Full time used to mean 40 hours a week with infrequent overtime, and unless you worked education, retail or food service, your schedule was pretty set. If you have a job like this, it’s still a time suck to pursuing your passions as even jobs we enjoy are mentally draining, and many people have lengthy daily commutes. All this to say, everyone’s ‘full time’ means something different in today’s world, so more traditional methods of ‘making time’ for passion projects don’t always work. Still, it can be done. Here’s a few things that work for me/folk I know (your mileage may vary):

Use the commute to your advantage. If you take public transit, use that time to write. If you have to drive, get a dictation app for your phone (along with a dash holder) and ‘write’ while you drive. It can take some getting used to, but it’s also a great way to utilize that time to do something you want to be doing.

Write during breaks. I’m not saying don’t take a break to get some fresh air and/or eat. Eat. Drink water. Take care of yourself. But bring a notebook to work and take ten minutes of a break to scribble half a page. These little bursts of time add up.

Schedule dedicated writing time and keep it sacred. This one can be really hard. You’re purposely saying to yourself, and the world: this is what I want to do with my time, and it has value to me and so I’m going to do it. It’s a discipline, pure and simple. It’s also giving yourself the permission and freedom to pursue something you want more of in your life (at least we hope you want to write more; that’s kind of why TWH exist…). That can be as terrifying as it is exhilarating, and only you can train yourself to stick with it.

One of the great things about Camp NaNo as opposed to its November counterpart is you set your goal. You control what you think you can accomplish in that month. Say you only think you’ll have time for 500 words a day, that’s still 15,000 words by the end which is major progress. 1,000 words = 30,000 (my personal goal), which once you find a routine, may only take you an hour a day to accomplish.
As we frequently say, you know you best: your needs, your passions, your goals, your life, your story. Only you can decide how much time you have available to dedicate – but the time is there. You may have to give up a show you watch for a month, or stay off twitter (or tumblr) at night, or get up fifteen minutes earlier to scribble some sleepy notes, all until you hit your word count goal for the day.

Also, check out forums on the Camp site and connect with other folk. Most people participating are either working or in school full time. Sometimes both. Everyone struggles with finding the time and motivation to write at times, but those who succeed are the ones who find ways to push through the slumps and stop making excuses for not doing and just do. Ultimately, only you can figure out what works best for you, but hopefully this gives you a starting point for methods to try!

- O

Weird stuff OCD makes you do:
  • Not eat or drink in certain places no matter how hungry or thirsty you are
  • Change your breathing pattern in certain places and not talk around certain people
  • Not sit on public seating or in a stranger’s home
  • Repeat yourself, ask questions about things you already know, or ask for reassurance repeatedly 
  • Move things around, such as evening up leaflets in a shop, moving ornaments in a persons house, or stand in a certain place
  • Repeatedly check your pockets and/or bag
  • Avoid certain places or people

Please be attentive and accepting of unusual behaviour and don’t point it out or laugh about it! 

You know what I like about the Critical Role cast? They’re not in the least ashamed of burping or farting during the game sessions. They eat sloppily, spill drinks and go into minute-long bouts of laughter. Just like ‘normal’ people do while playing D&D. It’s a very, mundane tiny thing, but it’s just so refreshing to see people in front of a camera behaving like ordinary human beings. Usually, this sort of behaviour gets suppressed in public, even from us normal people, but especially from ‘famous’ folks, so yeah, I like seeing them as their usual dorky selves with bad impulse control and no shame of normal bodily functions.

In My Dreams

IT’S FINALLY HERE! I thought we could all use some MareCal fluff after King’s Cage. Mare is a jazz singer in the 20s and Cal comes to see one of her shows. Blood discrimination is alive and well, so reds are allowed to work in Silver establishments, but can’t eat there. Mare is a red, Cal is a silver, and mixed blood relationships are never in the public eye. (Cal’s not a Prince, and everyone has their abilities.)

Warnings: Only like a few swear words


       Hers was a voice that made you stop and listen with the first note from her mouth. It was a voice that started as a summer breeze, an innocent kiss, then the next thing you knew, you were walking through a hurricane.

       I lean back on the bar, taking a sip from my drink. The man working the bar couldn’t be older than eighteen, but he watches her performance with nothing but pride. “Never heard a dame who could sing like that.” I say to him. “I have. Almost my whole life, actually.” He responds, if reluctantly. “You know her?” I question, turning to him. “Yeah. We grew up together. Still friends today.” It isn’t hard to tell that he’s a red. Tanned skin, bottle green eyes, and tawny hair. “Tell me, what’s it like growing up with the Infamous Lady Barrow?”

      A dry laugh leaves his mouth. “Well, she’s not a…flirt like advertised.” He doesn’t say anything else, but I can hear the unspoken “like Silvers advertise her” in the air. He’s not wrong, if a Red gets famous enough to be recognized on the spot by Silvers, especially if they’re a woman, they’re villainized and labeled a cheap whore. It wasn’t any different with Mare Molly Barrow, or as Silvers proclaimed her to be, “The Red seductress who fucked her way to the top.” Or as close to the top as the Silver hierarchy would allow.

     Reds knew her differently. They knew her as the girl with an electric voice who embodied the struggles they’ve faced over centuries. They knew her as their Lightning Girl. She wore that name with pride. The only reason Silvers don’t like her is because she gives Reds something that Silvers can’t force into submission. Hope.

     He doesn’t tell me anymore about her, probably blaming me, or my blood, for her reputation. I didn’t dare ask for his name. I turn back to her as she finishes out her performance with that whirlwind voice sweeping through the crowd. Only a few dared to clap, and after a few glares from fellow patrons, they were quieted. She smirks at that. A hierarchy among the hierarchy. She’s led off the stage by a similar-looking man. Her brother, probably.

     As she walks off the stage, her signature lightning bolt print on her dress is visible. Tonight, the gold marking stands out down the back of the midnight color of her gown.

     Almost as if she’d been pulling me by the tie on my neck herself, I found myself getting up from the bar and leaving the nightclub. It’s a foolish thought, but I want to meet her. 

     I caught up with her when she was riding the subway. Since she’s a Red, she had to leave immediately after her show. She walked with her brother, both of them mindful of their surroundings. No Red would walk on Silver streets without expecting trouble.

     I walk over to where sits with her brother. Her eyes widen, and he moves closer to her. Reds protect their own. “I saw your show at the Hall of the Sun.” Her coffee brown eyes are guarded, but she waits for me to continue. “You’re amazing.” Her eyes go wide, surprise flashing on her face. Her brother nudges her side when she doesn’t respond.

   “Thank you,” she chokes out. “I don’t often get compliments from Silvers.”

   “You should. You deserve credit for that stunning voice, but Silvers have strength and power shoved too far up their ass to actually enjoy something.”

    She stares at me in awe. “I wouldn’t have expected a Calore to enjoy my show.” Hmm. Usually people will only care about my father. 

  “You know who I am?” I ask, surprised. “Your father over half the nightclubs in the country. You’re basically the Crown Prince of Norta.” She remarks, brow furrowed. She’s still wary of me.

   We sit in silence for the rest of the ride, her trying to avoid eye contact with me. When the train stops, her brother nudges her side.

   “Mare, this is our stop.” he whispers, taking her hand. She takes one last glance at me before following her brother off the train. Her golden lightning is still evident in the back of her dress, but as she walks away, the rest of her looks made of starlight.

Grow up with me.

Let’s run in fields and fear the dark together.
Fall of swings, and burn special things,
and both play outside in bad weather.

Let’s eat badly.
Let’s watch adults drink wine and laugh at their idiocy.
Let’s sit in the back of the car,
making eye contact with strangers driving past,
making them uncomfortable.

Not caring.
Not swearing.
Don’t fuck.

Let’s both reclaim our superpowers;
the ones we all have and lose with our milk teeth.
The ability not to fear social awkwardness.
To panic when locked in the cellar;
still sure there’s something down there.
And while picking from pillows each feather,
let’s both stay away from the edge of the bed,
forcing us closer together.

Let’s sit in public, with ice cream all over both our faces;
sticking our tongues out at passers by.
Let’s cry.
Let’s swim.
Let’s everything.

Let’s not find it funny lest someone falls over.
Classical music is boring.
Poetry baffles us both;
there’s nothing that’s said is what’s meant.
Plays are long, tiresom, sullend, and filled;
with hours that could be spent rolling down hills,
and grazing our knees on cement.

Let’s hear stories and both lose our innocence.
Learn about parents and forgiveness,
death and morality,
kindness and art,
thus losing both of our innocent hearts,
but at least we won’t do it apart.

Grow up with me.


Keaton Henson, Grow Up With Me

I can’t really explain what this means to me, or why it has always felt so heavy to me. All I can really say is that its really important. 

anonymous asked:

Your Jack/Shitty/Bitty fic is really great and there is very little content for them otherwise so: what about a domesticity prompt? What's triad date night for them like at Jack's place

Aww thank you :)

  • OK SO when bits is still at Samwell I like to imagine shitty meets up with jack first on date nights and they get ready together, side by side in the bathroom like they did for three years of winter screws and art shows and whatnot when they lived next door to each other
  • it’s mostly them reminding each other to put on deodorant and matching socks and whatever, but sometimes jack helps shitty groom the ‘stache
  • Bitty always does a little “shave and a haircut” knock on Jack’s door on date nights, despite the fact that he has a key. he says it’s called Being a Gentleman.
  • given the more unusual circumstance of being in a triad, jack doesn’t feel so anxious getting dinner in public, even fancy romantic places. Shitty calls them business meetings because he’s a shithead.
  • bitty, surprisingly, is always the one who tends to drink too much wine on date nights. it sometimes makes him sleepy and cuddly before the night is over, but it’s cute so the boys don’t really mind.
  • they always stop somewhere on the way home to pick up dessert, usually some cafe or bakery Bitty’s been reading up on. and they never eat the dessert in public, because Bitty’s reactions tend to LEAD to things
  • the best date nights end with the boys piled onto the couch or Jack’s comfy ass bed, some mindless syfy movie on in the background, jack and shitty slumped shoulder to shoulder, bitty draped across them, face pressed into Jack’s neck, knees tucked up under Shitty’s arm.
  • in the mornings, Bitty makes pancakes, jack makes bacon, and shitty mans the coffee pot like a champ.
  • breakfast always gets cold, though, because these boys prefer morning sex after date nights
  • (bitty and jack get a bit competitive in the mornings. jack cooks the bacon in his briefs and an apron. Bits wears an oversized shirt that isn’t his and nothing else.)
  • (shitty just looks on in his typical nudity and wonders how he got so lucky to have two boyfriends who’re trying to outsexy each other while making breakfast foods)
  • (this triad is ridiculous and I love them so so much)

Grow up with me.

Let’s run in fields and fear the dark together.
Fall of swings, and burn special things,
and both play outside in bad weather.

Let’s eat badly.
Let’s watch adults drink wine and laugh at their idiocy.
Let’s sit in the back of the car,
making eye contact with strangers driving past,
making them uncomfortable.

Not caring.
Not swearing.
Don’t fuck.

Let’s both reclaim our superpowers;
the ones we all have and lose with our milk teeth.
The ability not to fear social awkwardness.
To panic when locked in the cellar;
still sure there’s something down there.
And while picking from pillows each feather,
let’s both stay away from the edge of the bed,
forcing us closer together.

Let’s sit in public, with ice cream all over both our faces;
sticking our tongues out at passers by.
Let’s cry.
Let’s swim.
Let’s everything.

Let’s not find it funny lest someone falls over.
Classical music is boring.
Poetry baffles us both;
there’s nothing that’s said is what’s meant.
Plays are long, tiresom, sullend, and filled;
with hours that could be spent rolling down hills,
and grazing our knees on cement.

Let’s hear stories and both lose our inocence.
Learn about parents and forgiveness,
death and morality,
kindness and art,
thus losing both of our innocent hearts,
but at least we won’t do it apart.

Grow up with me.

—  Keaton Henson
So you want to study abroad in Florence?

Good choice! Prepare to have the best time of your life and never want to come back! But studying abroad isn’t all flowers and rainbows. Shit happens. Sometimes serious shit. Sometimes really fun shit! So I’m here to let you know the truth about living in Firenze.

  1. Don’t bring anything you don’t want stolen. This even includes things you plan on keeping in your apartment. I unfortunately knew of several instances where girls had their credit cards stolen by a roommate, where roommates stole their belongings, and where roommates let strangers into their apartments who they didn’t trust. Seriously. Your grandma gave you her wedding ring and you always wear it? Not in Florence you don’t. In fact, this goes for studying anywhere. Leave that stuff at home. Only back the bare basics.
  2. Know where to eat. As nice as it is to sit across from the (fake) David in Piazza Signoria, the food ain’t. I’m going to let you in on a secret: any place where there is outdoor seating is more than likely a tourist trap. That means overprices, low quality crappy food with a view. Instead opt for places down alleys, further away from the tourist attractions, or on the southern side of the river (Arno). If you need any recommendations, let me know.
  3. Know where to eat GELATO. Omg. I cannot stress this enough. My family ate so much crap gelato because they didn’t believe me when I said it wasn’t the good stuff. The good stuff is hidden. Literally. Like, it’s stored in metal vats under the counter. If you pass a gelateria where it looks like a unicorn threw up rainbows all over it, then it’s not real gelato. Real gelato are all pale, natural colors, hidden in metal containers, and CHEAP! Gelato shouldn’t be more than one euro fifty or so for a scoop. Of course, there are exceptions sometimes: my favorite gelateria was right next to the Duomo. It was pricey because of location but it was also organic and HEAVEN!
  4. People there can be creeps. It’s not Italian men, either. It’s men who come from other countries, look semi-Italian, speak Italian, and prowl on Americans who are drunk and stupid. Don’t get wasted. Just don’t, you’ll be a target. Twice I heard girls screaming in the streets at 4am, and I’m not the only one who has. Americans are stupid and think it’s cool to get belligerent and plastered. That’s how they get their stuff stolen (which happened to almost everyone I knew).
  5. Know your cappuccini. Similarly to gelato, it should be cheap––somewhere between 1.20-1.50€. Also, Italians drink cappucini for breakfast typically. Drinking any espresso with milk after around 11pm is considered taboo, and in more rural areas they won’t even make it for you saying it’s for your health. But in places like Florence they’re used to making it so it’s not an issue, but prepare to get looks. Again, I know the two best cappuccino spots in Florence, so let me know if you need recommendations. 
  6. Bring sturdy shoes. I killed the pairs I brought. My thick boots were worn down to almost nothing by the end. The uneven, cobblestone streets are harsh on your shoes, so bring ones you don’t care about and leave the heels at home. If you’re determines to wear high heels when going out then bring wedges.
  7. Do touristy shit. But don’t do it all at once! My roommate and I paced ourselves which made it nice for weekends when we had no excursions or trips planned. We weren’t bored and we could go hit up a Florence museum or church we hadn’t visited yet. So as much as you want to do everything ASAP, try and space it out!
  8. Speak Italian. Please, please, PLEASE try. They LOVE when you try. You will feel so stupid and lame trying to speak it because you will sound white as hell, but trust me, they love when you try. I never met an Italian who scowled at my attempts at speaking. They were so happy to help me, teach me phrases, and complimented my accent (which is such a nice feeling!). So try, try, try! Even if they speak to you in English, try Italian first.
  9. Keep track of your money. Euros go a lot faster than American dollars. We did a lot of shopping at the .99€ shop down the street but that was more like $1.36 or so. You might think, “Wow, €40 for this shirt, what a deal!” when really that’s closer to $55. Try not to overspend, and if you have an apartment with a kitchen, try to cook most the time! Seems counterintuitive since you’re in Italy, but your health and wallet will thank you.
  10. Let it goooooo. Forreal man, you’re in one of the most incredible cities on the planet. Try and move past homesickness and go outside and enjoy the scenery. Trust me, it really helps. Buy some wine and cheese and sit by the lake (yes, you can drink in public, it’s a beautiful thing). Go to aperitivio (buy a drink, get unlimited free food!) before dinner and relax. Instead of going out or traveling every weekend stay in the city and try and make it feel like home: eat, explore, savor. I can’t stress how awesome this experience is, and letting go of restraints like homesickness, diet plans, and shyness can really help you have the best time possible.

As always, let me know if you need any advice or tips for living in Florence. I hope this helps you all x

How to succeed in heartbreak without really trying.
First, do nothing.
Become one with your couch eating
whole stacks of Oreos like leaning towers of feelings.
Watch Jane Austen’s adaptations until your eyes become raisins. Relish in Colin Firth emerging from the lake in a white shirt.
If you must do something, drink, but keep it classy.
Put your cheap wine in a glass, you aren’t a pirate.
Talk to yourself.
Talk to yourself in the mirror, on public transportation,
in the middle of the fountain at the mall.
Because there are things you never got to say
and you don’t have to swallow them.
Join Tinder, make your profile picture a model and talk to no one.
Just keep swiping until you got carpal tunnel,
that way you can reject 50 people a minute
and it feels like killing ants with abs.
Kiss as many people as you need
to get the stamp of his lips off of your brain.
Go to museums, realize other things have history too.
Play hide and go seek with your REM cycle.
We’re are not sure which worse to wake up from:
the nightmares about your sides are splitting open
or the dreams about him holding your jaw
like it meant something to him.
You might as well tape your eyelids to your forehead
because at least you could lie to yourself while you’re awake.
Stay up until 3, 3:30, 4. Brew tea with the bags under your eyes.
Write. Write until you lose every metaphor in your library 
you start using the same one over and over, because
there’s only so many ways to describe being destroyed.
But once you get there,
that’s just the foundation.
Next, gather up all of the chinks in your chain,
fasten them together.
Make chainmail and write that bitch into battle.
Take his name, the one that’s still hurts to say and use it as a warcry. Then actually cry,
because there is nothing shameful about clearing your eyes.
Do not pick yourself up.
Do not be okay, because
heartbreak is not being okay, 
it’s about remembering you were okay before.
It’s about saying “Fuck okay!”.
It’s about taking all of your broken pieces
and building yourself a castle, because I don’t care who you are.
You’re a goddamn queen.
It’s about saying “Fuck this poem!”.
No one succeeds at heartbreak.
I built myself a throne room out of pizza boxes and empty lunch bowls. And I can’t stop crying into my Campbell’s chicken noodle soup.
But one day I cry myself a fountain of youth.  
Let’s go back to beginning.
I’m tired of self-help tips and friendly pick me ups.
I drink a bottles, bottles and bottles,
pretending their mouths belong to someone else.
But I’m done feeling sorry for myself,because
why apologize for loving until you burst?
My capacity to feel needs no pardon.
My heart needs no mending.
I am not broken.
I’m just a little more…explosive!
—  How to Succeed in Heartbreak, Victoria Morgan

5.12/13.2017 🌹

second date went extremely well. idk if you can even call this a date; we were together for over 24 hours and we went on like, 5 diff dates in the span of it all lol.

i love that this dude loves to eat! he always encourages me to eat more and i can eat comfortably around him which is very nice. the trauma i received from my ex making hurtful underhanded comments about my body/my eating habits/food in general is hard to forget.

we did so much and went everywhere. we even got drinks together last night and beers to take home, which i didn’t get a photo of. he shows me a lot of affection (even in public) and he’s really vocal about things, which i prefer and appreciate. we have a lot in common but are different enough that it keeps things interesting. he’s from seoul originally but stationed here for the military. he’s been tryna teach me chinese and i’ve been tryna teach him khmer, lol. he said it’s so hard. last night he stayed at my place, but we didn’t have sex which makes me feel glad (?) bc i wanna take things slow and he actually suggested it first not to, so i was like, wow cool.

there’s a weekend-long festival downtown and we didn’t know and stumbled upon some kpop boy group performing on a big stage (no idea who, there were too many ppl so we left) and then we also accidentally walked by 볼빨간사춘기 as they were finishing their last song! that was cool tho because i enjoy their music a lot and she’s soooo cute. and also like, the sexiest man of 대구 muscles competition or something??? so weird and wild lol. but lots of different tents selling awesome things and international food!!! i might go by tmr and check it out thoroughly? since we just walked through very quick.

tbh we stayed together til after dinner and he could’ve stayed over tonight again and i know he wanted to but like, i’m glad i said no. i gotta make these boundaries and also i need my own time. ngl we might see a movie together tomorrow hahaha but at least we have our space yaknow.

i (truly) don’t wanna get into anything serious bc my time here is ticking, but, we have fun together and he’s been awesome. like, beyond nice and caring and affectionate and comfortable. so let’s just enjoy and worry later! lol

🐺Star-Lord: Grounded ( 1,2&3) - Sentence Starters

“On the whole, public support of the super hero community is waning.”
“It’s not even eleven in the morning, you’re a fucking mess ___”
“Is that some sort of earth thing? Is there a certain time when I can eat as well?”
“It’s not MY fault I’m stranded on Earth with your stupid drinking rules!”
“Boo fucking hoo, __! Go out and visit an art gallery, maybe someone will mistake you for a Greek sculpture and you’ll get all the attention you crave!”
“I’m not a child! I just want to hang out with a friend who I just happened to be engaged to at one point!”
“Don’t bother, I know when I’m being a ‘nuisance’,”
“Oh my god, everyone hates me,”
“Message received, loud and clear. I’m just gonna run down the clock on this dumb planet and be out of everyone’s hair soon enough,”
“Are we gonna fight? That’s what you people do on this planet, yeah? Fight each other?”
“I find the answer to most problems is in a dingy bar with a drink in your hand,”
“Well, thanks for not slicing me up. And for the beer.”
“Wow, glad I’m trapped on Earth instead of the dangerous unknowns of space,”
“It’s weird, the older I get the less I like being shot,”
“I’s cool! I’m one of the good guys! Like, saved the universe a bunch of times good guys!”
“Oooh, murder! We’re barely into hour one!”
“I’m not fine on my own according to the courts, sooo you’re stuck with me for a while,”
“I’m one hour into this community service and I’m pretty sure causing your death would reflect poorly on me,”
“Wow, never would have figured that one out. Thanks, super helmet.”
“Serves me right for going outside,”
“Look, I almost got you killed on our first day of hanging out. Least I can do is safely get you to your apartment,”
“You know what, father son squabbles are kind of a trigger for me, I’m gonna go,”
“The list is long of things that ‘ain’t a crime’ which I’ll still deck someone for,”
“Is everything illegal on this planet? Element guns AND garbage disposal?”
“Man, your charm game drops through the floor on the phone,”
“I keep pissing people off or hurting the people I care for, I’m a personal annihilation wave,”
“Yeah, well, you’re the one buying death-beckoning soft serve,”
“You know, for a guy who’s so judgy, you’re pretty quick to believe me.”

What Grosses out the Zodiac Signs:

Aries: People who “look gross” (subjectively), hair stuck in the drain, pet or baby drool, and rusty things.

Taurus: Gross textures like something that is slimy or scabby, bad smells, mucus, and sitting in a chair that someone else just got out of and the chair is still warm.

Gemini: “Gross words” like groin, moist, spit, etc., uncooked meat, and when people spit on you when they talk.

Cancer: Food that is under or over cooked, gum stuck to things, unexpected sticky things, and dirty socks or underwear.

Leo: Spit on the sidewalk, people who “look or sound gross” (subjectively), gross animals like rats or snakes, people who snore, wet clothes, and dust.

Virgo: Dirty dishes, toilets, door knobs, really anything dirty. People peeing in pools, coughing or blowing your nose in public, sick people, and long dirty fingernails.

Libra: Vomit, gore, acne, burping, farting, blood, body hair, and snot.

Scorpio: Bringing food or drinks into the bathroom, gross food, wet door knobs, or warm beer/drinks that should be cold.

Sagittarius: Snotty-nose children, people who chew loudly or with their mouth open, people who chew gum, those who smoke in public, or people who smack their lips when they eat.

Capricorn: Run down buildings, mildew or mold, couples hardcore making out in public, stains, and people with gross laughs or crying.

Aquarius: Really random things like foam, wet paper, the feel of cotton balls, strong chemicals used in cleaners or perfume, the list could go on.

Pisces: Bad milk, stinky feet, creepy crawly things like bugs and snakes, and sounds like scratches down a chalk board, Styrofoam moving around, or gagging noises.

I need advice!

I know I’m never on here and then I show up and want something from you guys lol sorry🤷🏼‍♀️ OKAY SO. Violet is 8 months old, she has been experimenting with purees and solids since about 4 months. At her 6 month check in (which actually landed around 7 months for her) with the WIC office, the nutritionist told me she felt she was drinking too much milk and not eating enough purees. She said 3 purees a day like when we sit down for meals. But like as much as this girl loves to hold things and eat them, she fights me so hard when we need to use a spoon. When we are in public at restaurants she always eats them all but at home she just squaks and tried to wiggle out of my lap. We have a highchair otw finally but I just don’t know how much that will help. Currently she is eating 1 purée a day and it’s a dinner time but it’s usually a fight and doesn’t get finished. Is it okay to just do mostly milk and then solid finger food here and there for fun? I feel so lost on how to feed my kid lol thanks in advance for any input guys!

random inspiration hit me because drunk stuff is my schtick apparently so have this

the RFA members getting drunk


  • i mean we technically have canon drunk yoosung already so i don’t really have to add to this but hey
  • affectionate af drunk
  • calls everyone cute
  • whines almost constantly and probably cries at the smallest thing
  • like sees a picture of a dog and is found sobbing on the floor
  • you give him food and he starts crying, hugging you, and eating said food all at once it’s a mess
  • tells you how much he loves you like 50 times 
  • “did i tell you i love you so~~~~~ much”
  • “ yes yoosung you did five seconds ago”
  • “ i just love you so much your hair is so soft how do u DO THAT (now crying) ”
  • drink of choice: honestly soju came to mind because he’s a college aged korean boy but i could see him being a mike’s hard lemonade/smirnoff ice person too


  • at first she’s super quiet
  • u know those people that just suddenly stop talking and just look around at everyone listening when they drink
  • that’s her at first
  • then suddenly you come back in from getting another drink from the other room and she’s on the table yelling at the people at the party because SOMEONE just HAD TO call Zen overrated
  • it was jumin. he said it on purpose
  • 100% fights people and you have to hold her back because ‘Jaehee THAT’S YOUR BOSS ‘
  • the most embarrassed about her drunken self
  • a bit of a lightweight too
  • drink of choice: PROBS white wine . pinot grigio. only the really good kind


  • so it’s not canon what he’s like WHEN he’s drunk (i don’t think?) but we do know that he is a DRINKER
  • i 100% see him as the kind of drinker that doesn’t get affected by it at first but when it hits him IT HITS HIM ALL AT ONCE.
  • like literally one second he’s chilling, maybe a little more giggly but then suddenly he’s belting and preforming full on musical numbers 
  • the rest of the people around you want to THROW UP he won’t STOP 
  • “(while basically holding you WAYY TOO TIGHT) gosh look at her SHE’S SO CUTE Aand she’s MY girlfriend have u guUYS SEEN HER -” “zen please i can’t breathe” “i can’t breathe around you either babe GOSH I JUSTloveyou” “yoosung next to you: please let me die”
  • sleepy drunk sings to you 
  • falls asleep as soon as he hits the bed at home and you have to take off his jacket and stuff for him 
  • despite that he got the drunkest and drank twice what everyone else did he wakes up in the morning with no hangover and remembers everything what even is he????
  • drink of choice: beer or whisky i’d say. i know in canon he mostly drinks beer but i feel like he’d be a whisky guy (maybe that’s just me projecting because i’m a whisky person too okay)


  • also a super heavyweight. i 100% think at some point zen and him tried to out-drink each other and both of them had to be cut off by everyone else
  • very chill drinker, mostly drinks to calm down after work.
  • when he does get drunk, he’s very stoic about it until he gets out of the car and you have to practically carry him up to his penthouse
  • when you put him in bed, he pulls you in with him and just starts.. talking
  • like just talks about how feels about you and how much he cares about you and everything he noticed about u that day
  • like zen, i’d think it’d hit him all at once but he wouldn’t show it. 
  • he definitely laughs more tho and it freaks the other RFA members out
  • slightly more physically affectionate in public, that’s his big tell
  • not too touchy feely but much MORE than usual
  • the type to zone out suddenly and have random af thoughts like how tigers’ skin is striped under their fur and everyone is like ???????????? we know???????? you told us that last time????????????
  • drink of choice: red wine. that’s canon as well. i imagine he does have white wine too depending on what he eats. but he’s def a wine dad.


  • this boy is dangerous to get drunk idek 
  • like the puns come quick and frequently 
  • he tries to climb things. all the things. constantly.
  • breaks a lot of the things he tries to climb
  • tries to fix said things with scotch tape like babe i guess you tried but????
  • he’s just out of control like i imagine him being like this dude i used to be friends with that when he got drunk he would do shit like army crawl across our friends’ yard with everyone’s cigarettes and stabbed a mango and threatened everyone with it (we had to take it from him and then afterwards he tried to run away and fell flat on his face) and also walked through the house while everyone was trying to sleep blasting classical music from his phone THAT IS HOW I PICTURE SEVEN GETTING DRUNK (it makes for good stories but man can it be A SHITSHOW)
  • like you get home and he’s drunk and he’s hacking into nasa while wearing your underwear on his head and has somehow built a chair out of Honey Buddha Chip boxes and is sitting on that and you have to stop him because bABE THAT’S A FEDERAL OFFENSE AND IT’S NOT FOR YOUR JOB YOU CAN’T DO THAT
  • probably, at some point, caused a barfight
  • i don’t know how, i don’t know why, i don’t think he was involved in it at all but he somehow caused one
  • drink of choice: i say rum or flavored vodka. like WEIRD flavored vodkas. like that one kind that’s made with grass that bison peed on or whatever. i think weird alcohols in general. 

anonymous asked:

What will GOM react if they hear their S/O call sweetheart for the first time? (I am your new reader! Thank you for your hard work!)

I did this as a reaction, I hope that is okay! If your want scenarios send me another ask when the box opens up for requests!!! Thank you for following! 

Akashi~ Akashi would catch it right away. He may stop what he is doing and look over at you. Akashi is very sentimental with you, and would take it to heart. He holds his connections close, and doesn’t take the relationship lightly. When you call him sweetheart, his heart would skip a beat and he would blush ever so slightly. He would yet again realize how much he loves you.

Aomine~ He would blush, a lot. He may not realize you called him sweetheart at first, but as soon as he realizes… He would stare into your eyes for a moment and his heart would absolutely melt. He never considered he would be loved by someone like you. In a way, he almost felt as though he didn’t deserve the love that you offered. He is happy to receive it nonetheless.

Kise~ He would embrace you immediately. His heart would flutter and he would feel higher than he ever could. He lives for affection, especially from you. He loves that you feel so close to him, so comfortable. He would shower you in affection for the rest of the day, treating you like royalty,

Kuroko~ He would act normal, as if nothing new had occurred. However, in his heart he would be melting down from happiness. He may spend the rest of the day trying to make you happy in small ways. He might buy you your favorite drink, or offer to take you out to eat. Kuroko loves the affection, but doesn’t express himself as well as some of the others.

Midorima~ Wow his face would go red. He would adjust his glasses to hide his face with his hand as much as possible. He would probably tell you not to say those kinds of things in public. He secretly loves it. He would hold your hand for a bit afterwards, his heart beating a million beats per second. He may not show it, but he cherishes you very much.

Murasakibara~He would be pretty nonchalant about the situation. He would offer his chips, or snack to you to show that he appreciated you. He isn’t one for too much affection, but he can get clingy and possessive. He would definitely have a small blush on his face, and smile more that day. Knowing that you love him enough to give him sweet nicknames fills him with joy.


Grow Up With Me by Keaton Henson

Grow up with me. 

Let’s run in fields and fear the dark together. Fall off swings, and burn special things, and both play outside in bad weather. 

 Let’s eat badly. Let’s watch adults drink wine and laugh at their idiocy. Let’s sit in the back of the car, making eye contact with strangers driving past, making them uncomfortable.

Not caring. Not swearing. Don’t fuck. 

Let’s both reclaim our superpowers; the ones we all have and lose with our milk teeth. The ability not to fear social awkwardness. To panic when locked in the cellar; still sure there’s something down there. And while picking from pillows each feather, let’s both stay away from the edge of the bed, forcing us closer together. 

Let’s sit in public, with ice cream all over both our faces; sticking our tongues out at passers by. 

Let’s cry. Let’s swim. Let’s everything. 

Let’s not find it funny lest someone falls over. Classical music is boring. Poetry baffles us both; there’s nothing that’s said is what’s meant. Plays are long, tiresome, sullend, and filled; with hours that could be spent rolling down hills, and grazing our knees on cement. 

Let’s hear stories and both lose our innocence. Learn about parents and forgiveness, death and morality, kindness and art, thus losing both of our innocent hearts, but at least we won’t do it apart.

 Grow up with me.