OMG.. tha last gif of Louis that you reblogged is so cute.. Where is it from?
the boys went to orlando, florida to shoot an nbc special for the release of four in november 2014 and louis surprised a bunch of fans at the wizarding world of harry potter dressed up like a hogwarts student 🙊
here are some fan pics/other gifs from that day:
i love this girl’s expression of shock
and here’s the full special for anyone who hasn’t seen it yet (it’s like an hour long and includes a bunch of other memorable things like the roller coaster quiz and the bread van fkgjhdskjgf)
For many of the pavilions in EPCOT’s World Showcase, their plans once included an elaborate cultural attraction. For the Japanese pavilion, many ideas were considered, including a Mount Fuji roller coaster, a bullet train simulator, and, as seen in this art, an omnimover dark ride. This attraction would have brought guests through the various iconic environments of Japan, from the tranquil peace of Kyoto to the neon-lit streets of Akihabara in Tokyo.
umm... UMMM!!! Can u please talk more about your HC where shirayuki randomly goes drinking in Obi's room in the middle of the night pleaaasse!!!
1) she sneaks there when she can’t sleep at night, wrapping a shawl around her shoulders and most of the time doesn’t wear shoes to keep quiet and not wake Kiki or Mitsuhide up.
2) at the begining Obi started forcing himself to wear a shirt to bed just in case his miss decided to pay a surprise visit (and mostly because drunk Shirayuki gets super flirty and touchy and having an extra layer of clothes is certainly a plus) but eventually he gets used to it and stopped shying away (besides she forced it off of him a couple of times, nearly ripping his favorite shirt and he’s not taking a risk).
3) at the begining it was only Shirayuki getting drunk and talking her heart out, but soon after, Obi started doing the same and Shirayuki would listen to him with care.
4) they play drinking games occasionally.
5) Obi stopped risking his life getting Shirayuki back to her room at night (because over protective big sister Kiki!!) and just lets her use his bed.
6) Obi ends up feeling guilty for miss sleeping in his uncomfortable bed so he actually uses the soft sheets and the many pillows provided for him instead of stuffing them into his closet all the time.
7) Obi ends up saying some pretty sensitive stuff when he thinks that Shirayuki is super drunk but she remembers, but keeps it a secret and only brings clues of it into a conversation when she’s barely drunk so Obi gets to talk again (but she makes sure not to be so drunk so she remembers and try to act accordingly and not say anything that could hurt him by accident).
8) Shirayuki eventually gets Obi to share his huge bed with her instead of sleeping on the couch that hurts his back (though they only use a tiny bit of space of his bed (cuddle)).
9) Shirayuki starts hiding some snacks in her room and takes them over to Obi’s when they drink.
10) they nearly get caught by Mitsuhide many times but Shirayuki curls tightly against Obi under the blanket and he can’t see anything (besides, Obi’s flirting gets Mitsuhide to leave faster instead of looking around and notice anything).
11) Shirayuki never develops a high alcohol tolerance, ever.
12) since Obi is shirtless and his pants reach a little past his knees/ wears short, she came to know where all of his scars are by heart (it’s a secret, but she knows when he clutches at his thigh or side which scar he’s holding but she refrains from saying anything while sober).
13) they attempt to keep their tradition when they move to Lyrias but to no avail as their rooms are far away, but they manage every now and then, if they got near one of their rooms they get in and don’t leave.
14) a few times in Lyrias they are stuck in a room without alcohol, but still talk and chat.
15) spending long nights with Shirayuki made Obi great with managing long hair, like he now knows different braids and simple hairstyles, and brushes her hair almost everytime she comes to his room (favorite position: Obi sits crossed legged on his bed/the floor and Shirayuki sits between his legs as he works).
16) many times when he is done with brushing her hair Shirayuki doesn’t get up and leans back against him, they fell asleep many times like this (waking up laying down still in each other’s arms).
17) Shirayuki insists on doing the same for him, which Obi doesn’t agrees to at first but ends up loving having her fingers running through his hair, it helps him sleep.
Well, I think this should be enough :D thanks for the ask anon, you got the gears in my brain working.
Summary: After Bucky comes to your aid in a moment of panic you extend an invitation to family dinner. Neither of you could have foreseen how this small act of kindness would alter you, and your life, forever.
Warnings: Mentions of cancer and death, self-harm. Swearing, as always. Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word Count:1481
He looked a bit surprised and taken aback at your sudden question but Tall Dark and Handsome answered honestly, “Nothing. I don’t really have family here so I usually spend holidays alone.” He shrugged, as if embarrassed, and you only became more determined by his answer.
“Good, that settles it then,” you grin up at him. “You’ll have Good Friday dinner with me.” Quickly writing down your address and phone number you shoved the paper in his hands and began to drive away.
You only made it twenty feet before your car screeched to a halt and you called out, “I’m Y/N, by the way!”
Laughing and shaking his head at the turn of events, he replied, “You can call me Bucky.”
The next morning you barely had time for a cup of coffee before the first of your family members began to arrive. Almost everyone lived in-state but because of your central location and five bedroom house, everyone tended to converge here.
Your oldest brother, and a very pregnant Karen, arrived first. Even though he lived the farthest away Jordan always tried to be first to arrive for three reasons. 1) He wanted first dibs on the loft above the garage, by far the best guest space, 2) he could set booby traps for the others, and 3) he rifled through your snack cupboard and hid all the mini eggs so he wouldn’t have to share.
As he set to work short sheeting the other beds, you set to work making tea for Karen and catching up on all the latest baby and wedding planning news.
You were plating lunch as two trucks pulled up; your other brothers were here. Jack and Michael were the middle kids, identical twins, and always competing. ALWAYS. About e-ver-y-thing. This moment was a perfect example. They lived together but chose to drive separately so they could race.
Ok here's my best shot lol, I need a truly fluffy fic please. As you know my emotions have been on the non fun kind of roller coaster this week and reallly need a Prompto day of cuddles. Please include him addressing the depression and emotional roller coaster because it really helps.. hope this request makes some sort of sense..
I hope this is alright for you! Although it may be less fluffy than intended, but I hope you still like it!
Prompto x Reader My Everything ~ SFW WC: 1234
It hit you again, completely out of nowhere. One minute you
felt fine, and the next… it was like a crippling weight had taken hold of you,
your throat felt choked up and you were so despondent. What made it worse was
that you were currently sat with Prompto, your ever happy seeming boyfriend. It
made you feel bad becoming despondent like this, especially as it was never his
fault. How could it be? With his lovely warm laugh, his adorable antics and
sweet nature, Prompto had been nothing but wonderful to you.
So why in the hell did
you feel so shitty?
It wasn’t fair. You were supposed to be enjoying spending time
together, sitting in his room doing whatever you liked for the day. It sounded
like bliss. It should have been
bliss. But no, this awful feeling had to rear its ugly head now.
Prompto’s voice trailed off from what he was saying, seeing
you sat on the edge of the bed with your knees tucked into your chest, your
arms hugging them close. It wasn’t how you usually were around him, and he had
noted how you had stopped responding as much to the conversation. Watching your
huddled form, he couldn’t help it – his heart sunk. Doubt began to creep into
Are… are they getting
tired of me? His mind supplied the question before he could stop himself. Perhaps
his lover was losing interest… perhaps they didn’t want to spend time together
No, I need to ask
first. Taking a shaky breath, Prompto pushed all those thoughts out of his
head and shuffled up to sit with you on the edge of his bed.
“Hey… what’s up?” Came his gentle voice, his shoulder bumping
against yours so briefly.
“I… I don’t know.” You answered, which was kind of true.
“Oh, what do you mean?” Prompto’s voice was laced with
concern, his previous fears at once forgotten and instead replaced with worry
for you. There was just something in your tone that resonated with him, and he
knew at once it was nothing to do with what he had first thought.
“It’s hard to explain…” Your voice was flat, dull. How could
you explain it to him, when you barely understood it yourself?
“Oh, okay… Do you want to talk about it?” Prompto leaned
forward to look at your face, his blonde hair falling into his piercing blue
eyes filled with concern. He was so
lovely. Hesitantly, a hand came to rest on your shoulder. The single contact
was enough to just tip you over the edge and you fell into him, willing
yourself not to let the tears fall.
He was surprised by your movement at first, but wasted no
time pulling you close against his chest, his arms looping around you tightly holding
you close. His fingers moved to your hair, slowly running through it soothingly
as you cradled into his chest. He smelled so good, so familiar and comforting. He
didn’t understand how you were feeling and what brought it on, but he sure as
hell knew that he would do anything, anything,
to help you. The sight of his lover so upset was not something he wished to
prolong, his heart aching to make things better for them again. And so he held
you like that for a while, not speaking, just cuddling you close. He hoped that
the action would convey what his words couldn’t – that he loved you
unconditionally, and that he was there for you as long as you needed. Minutes that
felt like hours passed, until you felt comfortable enough to speak once more.
“Sometimes I just… just get this awful feeling. And there
isn’t anything I can do to stop it.” You started, face still pressed against
his chest. Although your voice is quiet, he understood what you were saying. He
gently brushed your hair behind your ears, signalling for you to continue.
“I just feel… worthless.
Not good enough. It makes me… hollow.” You finished your sentence, voice
breaking on the last word. It was like knives to Prompto’s heart.
It was a feeling that he himself knew well, felt for years
and still struggled with… until he met you. That wasn’t to say that he never
felt it again, but with you… you made him feel like he was unique, loved, important. You needed him just like he
needed you, and that thought alone was enough to lessen that empty feeling. But
now you were saying you felt that
I should’ve showed them
more often, just how much they mean to me.
“Do you know what I mean?” You whispered, after Prompto hadn’t
said anything for a while. His fingers had tightened their grip on you
unknowingly, and you could feel the tautness in his jaw.
More than you could
ever imagine. He thought. But he never wanted you to have to feel that way,
“[Name], you are not worthless.” His voice was deeper than
usual, harder. It had suddenly lost all the playful edge to it. You couldn’t
see his face, still cuddled into his chest and embrace, but he preferred it
this way for now. He didn’t want you to see his painful expression, lest he
made you feel any worse.
“That’s what people say.”
“I say it because I mean
it.” He answered instantly, and you blinked in surprise. You’d not seen this
side to Prompto before.
“Maybe I haven’t done a good enough job of showing it, but
gods above do you mean so much to me. You are the reason that I get up in a
morning, you are my reason for fighting so hard, why I aim to get stronger, you are the reason…”
The reason that I feel
worth something myself.
He took a shaky breath and continued.
“You, are worth everything
to me. I couldn’t… couldn’t see myself without you anymore. And you deserve to
feel loved.” He whispered the last few words, glad that you couldn’t see the
tears pooling in his eyes.
He felt like such a fuck up. How had he let this happen? Why
had he not addressed this before, so he could do his god damn hardest to make you
feel the way you made him feel?
Your heart was beating fast at his words, this was unlike
Prompto. You could barely believe what you were hearing, but the passion and
sincerity in his voice made it hard to be disputable. He really did see you as his
everything. Just as you saw him.
Your arms looped around his waist and you finally cuddled
him back, shuffling onto his lap with your face still cuddled to his chest. At
that moment, you just wanted nothing more than just to be as close to him as
you possibly could get. Your sunshine boy. The one who would see you through
anything, and still love you on the other side. Your Prompto.
“I do feel loved.” You whispered to him. “By you.”
A warm sigh left Prompto’s lips, happy to hear those words
from you. It’s all he wanted you to know.
“You are loved.
And I’m gonna do my best to prove it to you everyday.”
“I look forward to it.” You answered truthfully, the empty
feeling seeming a lot less cavernous now with him by your side.
Summary: When the particle accelerator explodes,
many things change after your boyfriend Barry falls into a coma while you
suddenly notice that you didn’t escape unharmed either.
You loved Barry with all your heart. Being together
for two years has been a roller coaster–including both the ups and downs of
your relationship but the absolute lowest it has ever been was when he fell
into a coma for nine months the night the particle accelerator turned on.
Everyone said he most likely wouldn’t wake up. There
were a few people who still held onto that hope that he’d recover and you were
the one who was clinging to that idea the most. You couldn’t lose him. It
wouldn’t be possible to just let go of your best friend and boyfriend. Moving
on would be impossible after you’d already found the perfect guy.
You stayed by his side the entire time, though you
were sadly forced to return home at the exact time that he finally woke up
(since Cisco insisted that it was highly unlikely he’d wake up with the couple
of hours you were gone to take a shower and eat a decent meal). But he woke up
and immediately asked what had happened to you. The last thing he remembered
was promising to bring you home some Big Belly Burger after he finished up at
Caitlin and Cisco were quick to sum everything up
and Cisco knew he was gonna face your wrath at the fact that he was the one to
convince you to leave at the same time Barry managed to awake.
Your hair was still wet when you rushed into STAR
labs but you couldn’t have cared less when you saw that Barry was there and he
was very much alive and well. If you looked at him now, you never would’ve
assumed this man was in a coma for nine months. He acted as if he had just
awoken from a nap and now was rejuvenated and ready to pick up right where he
“Y/n,” He smiled, opening his arms wide
and you instantly wrapped yourself up in his warm, comforting embrace.
“I’m so sorry for leaving you.”
You shook your head. This wasn’t his fault; he couldn’t
have controlled the series of events that led him to where was he was now. All
the mattered was that he was with you know and you were hell bound to make up
for those lost months filled with worry and regret. “Just glad you’re
alright.” You snuggled deeper into in chest. “Too bad you haven’t got one of
those cool lightening scars that happen when you get struck. You weren’t cool
enough to get one of those, I guess.” You giggled when Barry pretended to
“Well I guess I’m sorry to let you down then.
I’ll try harder next time.”
You pulled back for the embrace to glare at him.
“There better not be a next time,
Allen. You better run like hell if there’s even so much as a thunderstorm
approaching Central City because I’ll be damned if you’ll make me worry like
that ever again. Now c'mon, Iris and Joe and been almost as worried as I have
been so you’ve got to go see them.” You intertwined your fingers with his,
tugging him towards the exit, smiling at Cisco and Caitlin as a silent thank
you for everything they’ve done. “There’s so much you’ve got to catch up
Months went by and Barry had begun acting strange.
He’d leave in the middle of a date after receiving some message and wouldn’t
have to guts to come up with any other excuses than, ‘Caitlin needed to run a
few tests and needed my help’ or ‘Cisco wanted to make sure everything was
still going well after the particle accelerator incident’. It was becoming a bit ridiculous and very
But he had promised you this one date where
everything would be perfect. He wouldn’t leave with some questionable excuse
and swore that you would be his only concern.
“How about I go place our orders for coffee, my
treat, but you have to pick them up since I have to go call Joe back before he
thinks I’m flaking off of work today.” Barry suggested and you quickly
agreed, finally happy to have some quality time with Barry at Jitters. Five
minutes later, you graciously took the orders when they were finished; his was
a steaming cup of regular, black coffee, while you opted for a Mocha frozen
coffee. The hot coffee warmed your cold hands while you waited for Barry to
return back inside but it seemed like the warmth only lasted for thirty seconds
or so before it felt the same temperature as your own frozen coffee.
You glanced down to see that it was frosted over and
your entire body seemed to tense. This wasn’t the first time this had happened.
A few weeks ago, a glass of water had seemed to turn to solid ice while you
were still filling it. This couldn’t be a coincidence and you couldn’t bear to
tell Barry about this. He wouldn’t understand; he’d just think you’re crazy and
would somehow convince you to see a therapist. You threw the now frozen coffees
into the trash and dashed out of the side door so that you could slip away
without Barry noticing and trying to catch you.
So much for that perfect date without anyone leaving
or any interruptions.
You felt a bit more in control of your new abilities
about a month or so after that incident but you still lived in fear that,
somehow, you would manage to hurt someone because of it by accident.
It seemed like you and Barry had suddenly switched
roles. He’d be the one planning the dates and you’d be the one making up some
lame, unbelievable excuse on why you couldn’t go. You couldn’t risk hurting
Barry. That would kill you if you were the cause of any sort of his pain.
And that was when he had enough. He sped over to
apartment, careful to change back to normal clothes in an alleyway and jog up
to your door so that he didn’t draw and suspicion. “Y/n,” He knocked
on the door, pausing for a moment in case you responded. “Baby, please let
me in. Whatever it is, I’m sure I can help you work through it. I don’t want
you to avoid me anymore. I miss you.” Barry leaned his head against the
wooden door. “Please…”
You hesitantly opened the door, taking a few deeps
breaths before you did so.
Barry slipped past you after he pressed his lips against your cheek as his way
of saying hello to you. He shivered when he felt the temperature shift from the
room temperature hallway to the bone chilling temperature in your apartment.
The colder temperature in your home was much better to hide your below average
body temperature and, if others took notice, then would automatically assume
you were sick. This way, made it easier to play it off as the room’s
temperature rather than your body’s chilling change.
“You’ve got to turn the heat up babe. You’ll
catch a cold in this apartment if you don’t turn the heat on while its
winter.” He instinctively went to your thermostat to crank up the heat a
bit but you didn’t have the courage to ask him not to. He’d suspect something
was up—he knew you too well.
He soon returned, wrapping you up in a tight hug and
you felt his sigh when he felt just how cold you were. “You’re
freezing.” He stayed like this for a while, before he realized when he had
actually come there in the first place. He was ready to explain everything to
you now. Barry had finally come to his senses and realized that keeping you out
of the loop seemed to be much more dangerous than telling you. He knew that you
were the one person who he knew he could trust with his alter ego.
And if you weren’t the afraid of telling him about
your secret, then you definitely were now after he told you about all the bad
metahumans that they had locked up. You couldn’t survive if he had ever turned
on you and locked you up with all of them.
You quickly became an essential part of The Flash
team. You had grown to know Cisco and Caitlin very well while Barry was in a
coma and they were more than glad to have your presence around again.
Everything would be absolutely perfect if it weren’t
for the fact that you still had this secret bottled up inside you. The more
time you spent at the lab, the worse you felt about hiding this. It would come
out sooner or later but you knew that you’d have to tell Barry first—he’d be
heartbroken and betrayed if he had to find it out from someone else.
And, when he barreled through the lab, dressed in
his super suit and smiling with victory of yet another win for team Flash, you
knew you couldn’t hide this any longer.
“Bare,” You interrupted his celebration
but you’d lose all your initiative if you waited any longer. “Can we talk
He instantly agreed, leading you out of the Cortex
and down the hallway for more privacy. “What’s up, beautiful?”
“Barry,” You sighed, trying to stop your
trembling hands before he could take notice of them. “I have to tell you
something but you have to promise not to be mad or hate me.” It would be a
lot to ask due to the severity of your secret but you still need reassurance,
even if he went back on his word.
Barry felt a rush of nerves flood towards him as he
automatically assumed the worst. Something was wrong, he knew that.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” You
lifted your hand and flicked your wrist and his eyes widened as he watched your
hand frost over.
“Are you…? You can… Are you a metahuman
too?!” His thoughts were so jumbled and he didn’t even know what to think.
You nodded sadly, afraid that this would change
everything and you would lose it all. “When did you discover this ability?
Why wouldn’t you tell me?”
“I was scared.” You mumbled, assuming that
he would be upset with you withholding such important information from him. He
probably could’ve helped you if you had just given him the chance. “I
can’t really control this yet and I don’t want to put anyone as risk.”
He shook his head defiantly, stepping forward to
wrap you up in a hug. You instantly tensed, not touching him since you feared
touching anyone while your hands were still frosted over. “We can help
you. I’ve got a general idea how you’re feeling right now and Cisco and Caitlin
can help determine the safest way for you to learn how to gain control of this.
You’re not alone.” He entwined his fingers with yours, squeezing them to
let you know he wasn’t going to give up on you because of this and you noticed
the frost instantly melt when he touched your hands. “We could be a team!
You could work with me and help me out and we’ll be a perfect crime fighting
You felt your heart sink, you were in no way ready
to take this inhuman power to the level of using it to take down all those evil
metahumans Barry faced day in and day out. You weren’t even sure if you could
handle that type of action.
“Bare,” You sighed. “My powers aren’t exactly the type that
could be used to help people.”
His smile dropped and it felt like your heart did
to. He was taking this so, so well but you kept letting him down. It felt like
you always managed to let him down lately.
“Giving someone frost bite isn’t exactly
something someone would associate with a hero. Most people would automatically
assume that someone like that would be a villain…” Your voice trailed
off at the end, allowing for Barry to interrupt and shut down that thought.
“That’s crazy. We’ll figure this out together,
beautiful. Don’t worry.”
“We could call you Elsa?” Cisco suggested
as he continued to spin around on his prized spinny chair.
“As in the Disney character?” He nodded
and you scrunched your face. If he insisted on giving you a cool name he could
at least be a bit more original.
You glared this time. “Now that one doesn’t
even make sense. I don’t exactly produce snow, Cisco.”
“I know but you’ve done it once, when you were
really sad.” You knew he was taking about the time in spring when you and
Barry had a huge fight over you being reckless when you joined him on a mission
(and that was saying somethings coming from Mr. Reckless himself). You had
burst out crying when he had crossed the line and following those sobs, snow
seemed to fall from what was minutes ago a clear sky. Everyone thought it was a
phenomenon to have snow in May but didn’t seem to think twice about it.
“So I’m guessing Frozone is out too?
Wait!” He exclaimed as if he had an epiphany. “You could be Absolute
It had a nice ring to it.
“Picture this, The Flash and Absolute Zero save the day yet again. Where would Central
City be without this dream team? I’ll have to make you a special suit that
allows us to track your vitals and also enhances your abilities. This is going
to be awesome.” By the time he finished his rant, he was dashing around
the room, calculating what fabric would work the best, also deciding that a
blue color would fit better for you.
He seemed just as excited as Barry was when he found
out—once he got past the confusion that is.
Everything seemed to work out perfectly, furthering
the idea that your worries were all for nothing. Caitlin performed routine checkups
to make sure that your body was functioning properly despite having a constant
temperature of 50 degrees or lower. Many things that would be deadly to others
had become a new normal for you and having Cisco, Caitlin and Barry there for
you was what really kept you going.
Cisco seemed to become your number one cheerleader
(though Barry was always quick to shoot that idea down because he had to be your biggest fan. He
couldn’t let Cisco steal that away from him).
And Barry. Barry was your rock. As promised, he
helped find a way to use your powers to the team’s advantage. He is everything
you hoped for and more.
Though he still managed to be a bit overbearing and
protective whenever you tagged along with him to get capture a new meta, you
wouldn’t change it for the world since he was just scared that something would
happen to you.
The only downside was that because of you powers
slowing down your body’s systems, whenever you had managed to get hurt, it took
longer to heal from the wound than it would take a normal person—which only
added to Barry’s anxiety since he always took the blame when you so much as got
If you could change only one thing it would be
telling Barry your secret sooner so you could feel as lightweight as you do now
compared to how guilt ridden you were while hiding it from Barry.
Frida Khalo has undoubtedly become one of the most well-known female artists and for good reason. She was an outspoken feminist and fought for equality in 20th century Mexico, a time and place of political and cultural oppression. Her work explores themes of abortion, miscarriage, gender inequality, sexuality, female beauty ideals, and her own physical disability. Her lifelong passion for equality was not hindered by a severe bus accident that left her infertile and with long-term pain. Her strength and persistence is inspirational and can be seen in her eyes when you are look at one of her many self-portraits.
She refused to be brought down by hardship and discrimination. She refused to shave her eyebrows and often darkened them with pencil in defiance of beauty standards pushed upon her. She also refused to become overshadowed by her artist husband Diego Rivera. Both being very dominant personalities, their relationship was an on and off roller coaster which included many affairs on both sides. Khalo openly had relationships with both men and women throughout her life.
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Hello! I was wondering if you could maybe do the RFA+ Minor trio reacting to MC getting her wisdom teeth removed
OH MY GOD I THOUGHT THIS HAD BEEN DELETED AND I ALMOST CRIED! THANK GOD IT’S RIGHT HERE! Okay, now that my panic is over, it’s time to redo this! It deleted before, this is why I wish Tumblr would let you save answers, but whatever. anyway, let’s begin because I need to post something soon!
He was super worried, but you weren’t nearly as nervous
You had already had surgery for your knee when it was fractured badly, how bad could this be?
that was the last time you’d ever look kindly on getting wisdom teeth pulled
When he was allowed back to see you, you were off the walls emotional
You cried at every single thing, no matter how small
“It’s so emotional!”
It took him about two hours after surgery to get the doctors to release you
Zen wasn’t sure what to do, since you were still super emotional, and it was going to last for at least a few more hours
So he did what anyone would do
Bribe Ask Jumin to let him use Driver Kim and Elly to make you feel better and get home quickly
It was a good thing that no one saw you two because Zen dragging around a crying girl with bloodied swabs in her mouth might be hard to explain to the paparazzi
Thank God he wasn’t that famous yet, it could’ve been a lot worse
He took you to your apartment, and despite your teary insistence that he could leave he was staying
You weren’t allowed to eat for another hour, but he did turn on “Cabaret”
Yeah, he forgot how depressing and creepy the movie was
“Wilkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome!”
I swear MC started bawling within the first five minutes
You two ended up mostly ignoring the movie and cuddling, you still crying a bit, but calming down
For dinner it was just Campbell’s Soup, but you felt so much better
Zen decided to stay over and you thanked him profusely
“MC, it’s nothing, you would do the exact same for me.”
You definitely would
He kept cuddling you, and eventually you fell asleep, not as teary as before, dreaming of money, white powdered faces, and Zen’s beautiful voice
The most innocent bean you’d ever met when it came to this
He didn’t understand that side effects included three possible main effects; loopiness, emotional roller coaster, and sleep
You were definitely sleep
He came into the outpatient room
And you were completely knocked out
“MC! are you okay!”
“Yoosung, I’m so-ahhh-so tired.” You yawned sleepily, ignoring the blood in your mouth and the concerned look of the blonde in front of you
You couldn’t talk very well, but it didn’t matter, it was too much of a hassle, you were too tired
Yoosung was besides himself, asking what was wrong with you to the nurse, and when she said it was just the medicine and the IUD he nearly began crying
The nurse couldn’t be sure who was the one who just had the surgery
This is why you didn’t want him to accompany you
He drove you home, asking you the whole way how you were feeling, but you were asleep halfway through
When you two got home he changed your swabs, the ones in your mouth, and looked at what kind of broth you had
“Y-Yoosung, what’s that great smell.” You breathed in the lovely smell of chicken broth and carrots
“Oh, it’s just dinner, what do you want to do now?”
“I want to sleep.”
“Please, wait for dinner!”
You ended up watching Fantasia, something that confused you quite a bit in your sleepy state
After you guys ate dinner Yoosung put you to bed and went to wash the dishes and clean, but you grabbed the back of his shirt
“Can you stay, just a little longer”
He ended up falling asleep around the same time you did
It was one of the most peaceful sleeps he’d ever had in his life
Momhee activated like nothing before
Research, research, and more research
“MC, what are you allergic too?”
“It says this hospital has best results”
“You should probably go early around 11, when people are most awake.”
She had everything planned out
Everything, that is, except how you’d be after surgery
Not that she thought you’d be perfectly sound, she expected tiredness or something
But not the crazy emotional state you were in now!
Yeah not equipped for this kind of thing
You were an emotional mess, listening to LOTR on repeat over and over
“IT’s-it’s so sad!”
“Then why don’t you stop listening?”
It was a nightmare driving you home
You were very distracting, bloodied pieces of swab kept falling out of your mouth, you couldn’t speak very well because of the numbness, and you kept distracting Jaehee, so the ride was slow and painful to say the least
Whne you got home she sat you down with ice for your quickly sore-ing gums, and turned on a Disney movie
It was “Brave”, your absolute favorite
You guys were wrapped up in the movie, snuggling, her checking your bandages and ice every once in a while
Eventually you two nodded off to the song of the highlands, forgetting dinner and your beds
But even though your necks were a little sore the neck day, it was definitely worth it
He hired the best possible doctors, and for three days before the operation he was being super over protective of you
“Jumin, it’s fine, it’s just my wisdom teeth!”
“No, MC, we can’t take any chances! It has to be planned out perfectly!”
The one thing he couldn’t plan out would be your reaction when you were done
He also wasn’t quite aware how much blood there would be
He was quite shocked to see the amount of blood in your mouth, and the already bloodied cotton on the steel table next to you
“Oh my God MC! Are you okay!”
He was going insane you would’ve sworn, had you not been snoring away in your chair
The chair was nice, not cheap plastic, or like that of a school desk, so it was quite easy for you to fall asleep
Jumin didn’t want to wake you up, so he scooped you in his arms and carried you to where Driver Kim was waiting
You slept the whole ride, and only woke up once you two were in the apartment and he was shaking you slightly
“Oh, hi Jumin, I’m, I’m pretty sleepy.” You garbled through the cotton
Jumin changed your cotton as he talked to you
“I understand, the whole thing is quite tiring, you did a great job though, yes?”
“Yeah, can I sleep now?” You mubled and he smiled a bit at your childlike behavior
You clambered on him as he rocked you back and forth, stroking your hair softly as you drifted back to sleep
“rest, peacefully MC, you deserve it.”
You weren’t particularly scared of the pulling teeth out part
What you were scared of however was the Novocain shot
You hated any sort of needle, and Saeyoung definitely knew that
The whole way there he tried the best he could to make you crack up, even though you felt dread pitting in your stomach, as you ddi with every doctor’s appointment
And when the doctor called you in you gripped his shirt and whispered
“I’m sorta scared Saeyoung!”
He looked you in the eyes and smiled
“I understand, but you’ve fared worse, you’re strong, so what If it scares you, so what if they say it’s just a prick and you know they’re wrong? You can be scared, that’s your right, but just remember that there’s a light, and that it will be over sooner rather than later.”
He wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to say, but you just kissed him, gave him another squeeze, and walked towards the room
When he saw you again you were off the walls loopy!
Talking to all the nurses about sort of ridiculous things, like movie productions and random Romanov facts
He hugged you tightly when you started crying over the deaths of thee Romanovs
“How about we talk about something like, Disney! Or books!”
You brightened up at the prospect, and started talking about Tolkien, and Percy Jackson, and all sorts of other book things
He was happy when he asked about the shot you shrugged it off
“It’s sore” Was all you said, and he kept it at that
It was actually pretty late, about five pm, but you were so loopy he couldn’t just put you to sleep
You two ended up marathoning LOTR
It was awesome
Even though you fell asleep halfway through Rreturn of the King”
He just smiled and turned off the screen to carry you to bed
The movie would have to wait
That’s all for now guys, sorry it’s really late and I still am sick. But I‘m happy to have gotten this out, I will finish tomorrow, and I hope you enjoy!
honestly, s3 seems to be an emotional roller coaster for everyone, fans and characters included. take your time in digesting it all! we'll be more than happy to hear your opinions and thoughts when you're ready! - much love, your friendly neighborhood anon
I think anyone that was the least bit invested in Shiro has probably found season 3 to be a real drop-kick. I’m slowly building up thoughts about it and its helping a great deal reading everyone else’s thoughts as well. I knew something felt off about the last couple of episodes but it was so vague inside me and so uncomfortable that I was kind of pushing it to the side. Coming here and realizing that not only was I not alone in the feeling but the amount of people that felt that way was huge was a giant relief. I feel a little like the group of shell shocked teens huddled in some makeshift kind of bunker shortly after the aliens or zombies or whatever have attacked out of nowhere. Like - shell shocked and a little disorientated and demoralized but surrounded by other people that feel the same way and there’s a great deal of warmth and comfort and strength in not being alone. Its not a bad place to be while I work out everything in my head.
Today I took my kids to the zoo. I had been planning on taking them sometimes this week, just as something fun to do to pass a summer day. Last week I asked one of my mom friends if she and her kids could join us, and they were busy. I asked two other mom friends, and neither of them even replied to my text.
As the kids have gotten older, I have spent less and less time with my mom friends. For a while I was desperate for them, for play dates, for another kid to entertain my kid, for another adult human being to interact with. I would ask random moms at the park for their phone numbers if Eleanor played well with their kids. It hardly ever worked out. Maybe one or two awkward playdates or walks around the lake, then silence on both ends. But I made a small number of good mom friends (like, two) who I saw regularly, then less and less as our kids entered preschool then elementary school.
When this summer began, I wondered how I would keep us all happy and sane without the structure of school, and I told myself we would just have to schedule lots of playdates. Then early in the summer I took the kids to the park, just the three of us, and I sat on a bench and read a Faulkner novel while my kids played together, and I realized maybe we could do without the playdates. Maybe we had all we needed. They had each other. I had a good book. So the playdates have been sparse and I’ve spent a lot of time reading on park benches.
But the zoo felt different. An all day outing, where I couldn’t just sit and read. Having another adult to talk to seemed like it would make the day more enjoyable for me, so I reached out to three friends and got a “no” and two ignored texts. Fine. Whatever. We would just go alone.
This morning I packed a backpack full of sweatshirts (for the foggy morning) and snacks and sunscreen (for when the fog burned off) and away we went. It was such a fun, amazing, lovely day. I expected it to be fun for the kids, just the kids, but I honestly enjoyed myself so much.
It was just us, and we could go at our own pace and see whatever we wanted to see in whatever order, without taking into consideration the wants and needs of a bunch of other kids. I wasn’t frustrated from constantly having my adult conversation attempts interrupted by my kids. Instead I just talked to them–they had my full attention.
We started with the bears and worked our way all the way around the zoo to the elephants, then we took the new gondolas up to the top of the hill (Eleanor was scared, Win loved it) and ate at the new cafe, which was supposed to be a real restaurant, not just zoo food (it was still just zoo food, only more expensive). Then we rode all of the rides, including the little roller coaster, which scared them both but I was so proud that they were brave enough to give it a try (especially Eleanor, who only went on it because Win had his heart set on it).
Our family is such a solid unit. I know I am beyond lucky that my kids love each other and get along the way they do, and I know it is nothing short of amazing that my husband and I still prefer each other’s company over anyone else’s after all of these years. The four of us are so bonded and happy together, and we are all we need. And these kids of ours are so amazing. There’s no one else I would rather spend a day at the zoo with.
tbh I actually forgot which day did I start this blog so let’s take today (10/8) as it’s birthday ayyy
allow me to (re)introduce myself. The name’s Tillie, and I’ve been a year on here and let’s get started.
15 years old from Hong Kong
incoming year 10 / hs sophomore
100% pure httyd and disney trash
academics (core and elective subjects)
maths (compulsory part)
ICT (short for information, communication and technology)
why start over again?
over the past year I was soooooooooooo lazy that I struggled with continue studying even if getting motivations from the studyblr community while everything (including my academic results and mental status) had been a super roller-coaster ride. With being so overwhelmed and it’s still summer, I decided to let the past go, give myself a chance to NOT be lazy af again when it comes to studying, try my best to get motivated and productive everyday and be prepared for my public exam in 2020 instead of lying over there scrolling my phone all the time and changing my url hahaaa
I always imagine that perhaps Ignis has some kind of really irrational phobia? Like, he's always so cool and collected, there has to be something that frazzles him? Like, maybe he's scared of thunder and his bros have to sooth him through the night! Just think it'd be cute! <3
This is a really cute idea, anon! I chose a fear of roller coasters instead of lightning, because what better way is there to cope with your own fears than to push them on to your favs? I hope you enjoy!
This is pretty much gen, but there are hints of pairings at the end if you squint.
Ignis Scientia hated roller
It was a totally unfounded, irrational fear, but it had
plagued him for most of his life. Ever since he was taken to a carnival to
celebrate Noctis’ 5th birthday, and little Noct looked so excited to
ride on the kiddie coasters, and of
course his best friend Ignis had to ride with him, until Ignis ended up
getting so sick that they had to leave early. Roller coasters did not have a
place among his fondest childhood memories.
However, one did not just turn down an all-expenses-paid
vacation to a tropical resort and theme park in Northern Accordo, courtesy of
King Regis himself. Noctis, Prompto, Gladio and himself were given seven days
to enjoy beaches, pools, fine dining and two
different theme parks, all passes, tickets and spending money included.
Theme parks, however, meant roller coasters. And at the age
of twenty-two he could still not understand how every other young person his
age seemed to love flying down a metal track at fifty miles per hour, around
loops and banks and corkscrews. Just the thought of such a ride made him dizzy.
Five minutes into their first park visit Prompto already had
some silly mascot hat on his head, and their next stop after that was one of
the park’s several coasters—the Coerl Hunt. With every step the ride’s
lightning blue track grew larger and taller and, once they were close enough to
hear the excited shrieks of the riders, Ignis decided he’d had enough for one
“I think I’ll sit this one out, Noct,” he said, trying to
hide his trembling hands behind a calm demeanor, “I can hold your phones and
the camera, and your hat, Prompto.”
“But Specs…they have lockers for all that,” Noctis
protested, frustrated that Ignis didn’t want to go on the ride.
“I-I know, I just thought…” he tried to come up with a
better excuse, but he knew Noctis could read him like the back of his hand.
There was no use lying. “I’d just rather not.”
Noctis glanced over to Prompto and Gladio, perplexed and
concerned about Ignis’ sudden change of heart, hoping that his friends could
come up with something more comforting to say.
“Wait a minute…” Prompto cocked his head, tapping a finger
against his chin, “Are you afraid of roller coasters?” he asked. Noctis put his
face in his hands. That wasn’t exactly the motivation he had in mind.
Ignis couldn’t settle on an emotion as his expression
morphed between offended, shocked and guilty, “P-Prompto! How, How did you…
What makes you think—!”
“Heeyyy, chill out, Iggy! It’s okay to be afraid! I was
afraid of roller coasters, too, until Noct forced me to go on one. It’s really
fun if you just sit back and enjoy it! You’re not in any danger or—”
Ignis stopped his ‘encouraging’ rant with a hand held up
between them. Just the thought of someone forcing
him in to an experience he was terrified of…well, Gladio would always be on
his side, at least. He had confidence in that.
“That may have worked for you, Prompto, but that kind of
solution is not going to work for everyone,” he mumbled, casting his gaze
towards the ground. The sun was suddenly too bright, the crowd too
overwhelming, and the constant roar of wheels against a steel track was making
his heart pound in his chest. A hand gripped his bicep and pulled him toward a
bright red table and chairs covered by an umbrella, guiding his hand to the
chair back so he could sit down on his own. Sitting in the shade of the
umbrella helped, but the roar of the rides and screams of the riders were
making his head hurt.
“Whoa, h-hey Ignis, it’s okay. I’m sorry. No one’s going to
force you on a ride,” that was Noctis’ voice, sitting on his left. The hand on
his arm shifted to his shoulder. Gladio, he decided, judging on the size.
“You gonna be okay, Iggy?” Gladio asked, his tone
communicating patience and calm. Right, his friends weren’t demanding anything
from him. It was just a mistake; Prompto didn’t mean anything by it.
He took another moment to massage his temples before raising
his head again, “Yes, I…as long as I don’t go on that ride, yes.”
“Hey, it’s no problem, buddy! I’m sorry I scared you,” Prompto
apologized, rubbing the back of his head and trying to his how terrible he
felt. He had no idea Ignis was seriously afraid of these things! “And hey! If
you’re not on the ride you can take pictures of us!” he said, lifting the
camera from around his neck and pushing it into Ignis’ hands, “…but I did kinda
want one with all of us together.”
“Prom, you know they take pictures of you automatically on
rides, right? They sell them in the gift shops.”
“Yeah, but Ignis won’t be in that one!” he protested.
“Well, we’ll just have to find some kinda ride that Iggy
likes, then,” Gladio said, crossing his arms. They all fell into silence for a
few moments as Ignis continued to catch his breath. Prompto unfolded the comically
huge park map he grabbed at the gate and scanned over the rides that weren’t
“What about a water ride? Both parks have a couple. Think you’d
be up for that, Iggy?” Prompto suggested, glancing over the edge of the map. Ignis
thought it over for a minute before answering.
“I would…be willing to try it. At least once, I suppose. It
doesn’t sound as bad,” he said.
“Why’s that?” Noctis cocked his head, “I’m just curious,
Specs; I don’t want to force you to go on something if it’s going to upset you.”
“No, it’s alright, Noct, but thank you for considering my
feelings,” Ignis straightened up in his seat, the nausea and panic just about
out of his system, “But water rides won’t go as fast, and they don’t go upside down,
either. What frightens me about roller coasters is the feeling of flying, I
suppose, like there’s nothing under me. Being on water is different—it’s like
being on a boat—and I know there’s still something under me,” he explained, “I
know it doesn’t make a lick of sense, but it makes a big difference, to me.”
Realization dawned on Prompto’s face, “No it’s totally cool,
Iggy, I never thought about it that way. It makes a lot more sense to me when
you put it like that.”
Noctis agreed, rubbing a hand up and down Ignis’ forearm in
comfort. “Yeah, there’s nothing wrong with having a fear you can’t control.
Everyone’s afraid of something.”
“Like how the prince named ‘night light’ is afraid of the
dark?” Gladio taunted, holding back a snicker. The concern on Prompto’s face morphed
into the joy of discovering something new as he looked to his best friend.
“Hey, that was only when I was five!” Noctis fought back,
his hand still steady on Ignis’ arm, “And I thought Ignis was the only one who
knew that! How did you find out?”
“Noct, Iggy and I share everything
with each other, and you can bet your pretty little head that that includes
gossip about you,” Gladio said, his tone blunt and unapologetic.
Noctis huffed, standing and sticking his nose up in the air
as he left his phone on the table beside Ignis, “Well fine, but I hope you’ll
have fun sitting next to some rando on every ride, cause Prom is the only one
who’s sitting with me,” he said, then plunged his hand into Prompto’s pocket to
dig out the blonde’s phone, plopped it on the table next to his own, and
finally plucked the mascot hat off Prompto’s head and placed it on Ignis’. With
his hand secure around Prompto’s wrist, he began making his way towards the
Gladio chuckled as he slipped his phone out of his back
pocket and handed it to Ignis, giving him a pat on the shoulder before he
followed after the younger two. Seizing the opportunity, Ignis picked up
Prompto’s camera and aimed it at their retreating backs, snapping a picture
just before they turned the corner to enter the ride. Relief washed over him,
even as he watched their carriage zoom around turns and sharp drops. Ignis had
no problem missing out on roller coasters with them, as long as they could
still make happy memories together.
This is pretty much exactly how I feel about roller coasters– I hate how I’m so afraid of them while all my friends love them! It makes living in Florida a struggle because there are so many theme parks around me, but I never want to go on coasters when all my friends want to. So! I push all of my problems on to Ignis.
Writing this made me want to play roller coaster tycoon so bad.