this is a horrible picture but i am posting it anyway

And I still have the mug.

fortheluvofmerlin replied to your photo “Sometimes the sunlight hits my hair juuuust right and I am so fucking…”

-wants to hear story like we’re BFFs despite having only found out about this blog two weeks ago- -sits on seat’s edge- -big eyes- Yeeeeeesss?

So, as some of you know, husband and I long distance dated over the ocean for almost a decade before we were able to be together for keepsies. It was an…interesting, period of time. I certainly got to see more of the world than I ever thought I would, and I also learned I was capable of far more than I ever gave myself credit for. Like travelling 4000+ miles on a plane every six months despite a severe fear of flying, which I still possess to this day. But I also learned something else as well, which is that love is like tea. It can be dark and sweet, light and floral, invigorating, soothing, warm, cold, sometimes even bitter. But when you’re down and out, there’s no better feeling than the knowledge that for at least the next ten minutes, you can cradle warmth between your hands, take a sip of respite, and the rest of the world can go fuck itself. 

Other British people know what I’m talking about, trust me, love is like tea.

But Love is also a choice. Oh hormones and attraction play a part in it sure, but those won’t see you forty years down the line once the excitement of infatuation dwindles. Heck it might not even see you four. But love, to us at least, is a conscious decision to say “this is the person(s) I love, sometimes it will be hard, sometimes we will annoy each other, but for now, every day, one day at a time, I choose to be with you until such a time that I do not or cannot.”

Not terribly romantic I admit, and doesn’t quite roll off the tongue the same way as “till death do us part”. But when you’re staring down the barrel of a 14-hour flight and your valium hasn’t kicked in and the only thing playing on the tv embedded into the chair in front of you is static, it’s oddly comforting to know you still think it’s worth it. 

Anyway, I was flying over here to spend three months with him, living in his apartment. We reasoned that we should try and spend more time together than an odd week here and there if we were going to make a big decision soon about whether or not to carry on seeing each other, or whether or not we should part ways amicably and save ourselves the hassle of immigration (and they say romance is dead). So I quit my jobs, upped sticks and moved in with someone I’d only ever met ten times before, but was pretty certain I was deeply in love with but needed to be certain I could live with. It was fun, and we soon found a domestic rhythm to our lives that we hadn’t even realized we’d been desperately missing until we had it.

And then the time came for me to go home and the night before I tried to smile over the dinner table like I wasn’t being suffocated by the weight of a tangible grief and impending loneliness pressing in around me, and the rising sensation in the tips of my fingers that if only I could reach out and push back hard enough, I could slow down time and have one more minute with him.

Later that night I went to bed with my laptop and watched movies while he sat up, scribbling at his computer desk. I didn’t pay it much heed, this was fairly normal for our routine. As much as we like each other’s company, we are fairly independent of each other. We had to be, given the nature of our relationship. And secretly I was glad to have some time alone to cry and collect myself before he came to bed.

The next morning I woke up, and for a brief moment was so happy to find him beside me, before I remembered I was due to get on a flight in six hours, and it could be another year before I saw him again. 

But I got up, tried to hold myself together and because I wanted to email my friend who was picking me up at the airport, reached for my laptop. Which was when I found, this:

[A flashcard covered in hearts and a little sun which reads:
Morning My Dear Let Us Play a Game (Which May Seem Queerer) Find Me In The Spot Where Your Face Is Clearer, Walking Down Our Only Hall Will Get You Nearer, Helo oh Help I seem To Be Stuck in the…]

“Mirror doesn’t rhyme with nearer!” I shouted as he ran into the kitchen, happily picking up my little card because I secretly loved the little poems he would leave around the apartment for me, scribbled on scraps of paper, in the fog of bathroom mirrors and wedged between books.

“It does if you’re American.” was all I got in return, before the kitchen door shut and I went off in pursuit of the rest of my poem. So I grabbed my phone so I could take pictures and post them on LJ later because I thought it would be cute and worth keeping, toddled off to the bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet and:

Aha!

[A flashcard covered in balloons which reads:
Hidden Under the Letter Horde, Here You Have Fought Many With Bow and Sword, Word, Work and Play This Place Adores, Goodness I will be Found Under the…]

For a brief horrible moment I thought he actually meant the never ending mail pile on his side of the office, which had become a common point of contention for us, but then the rhyme clicked in place and I realized he was referring to my Lord of the Rings archer character and I ambled off to the computer desk in the main room.

Snapped a pic for posterity and lifted it up to find:

[A flashcard covered in little flames which reads: It Is So Dark And Hot In This Cove, Here I Can Only Wish For A Sight of A Cookie Grove, Find Me Quick so I Can Flee Like An Animal Drove, It Is So Dark and Hot In This Evil…]

“Honey…oven doesn’t rhyme with drove!”

“STOVE, IT’S A STOVE!”

“…yea okay get out my way”

[A flashcard which reads: Crap! I have Moved, What A Disgrace, Now I seem To Be In A Vast Knowledge Base, Words Upon Words Which None Can Be Erased, Come Quick I Am Hiding In The Top Shelf of The…]

At this point I was starting to become aware that this was not my typical poem hunt, and not just because there was so many of them, but because he was adamantly staying out of my way, barricaded in the kitchen. Nevertheless I turned to the book case,

said “FUCK” because all those shelves were double stacked, and began digging. And there, hidden in a copy of Terry Pratchett’s Feet of Clay on the page that reads “Words In The Heart, Cannot Be Taken” was…

[A flashcard with no decorations that reads: Yay! You Have Found Me, I Shall Cry WHOOPEE! I Knew You Would Do It All You Needed Was Tea, And Now I Must Say I  Love You More Than I Could Ever Foresee, Fiona my love, will you marry…]

And that’s when I turned round and he proposed with a mug of tea.

We were apart for another year after that. But it’s now been eleven years since we started dating, and with the clarity of hindsight, I’d do it all again.

7

For the kind anon who asked for a tutorial :

First off, sorry for the delay!

I would be happy to share what I learned from my fish men journey so far.
Please keep in mind that I am still struggling to get them right and also working to find a style I like.

Here are some tips I may or may not always follow that I think work well :

● If you can, take LOTS AND LOTS of in-game screenshots (even if Link looks like a stalker), and keep them for future reference. And if you share a console, your family member/roommate/SO might wonder why there are 150+ pictures of Sidon in the screenshots gallery, but it will be worth it.

For the drawings here is what I do (shown above) :

● I usually start with a light humanoid sketch, then add more features (I use TONS of layers)
● Add flat colors and details after if necessary.
● Clothes are only optional (they are more jewels than clothing anyway~)
● If struggling for poses, I often take pictures of myself to have a specific reference (people who look at your cellphone might have questions).

If drawing many or other characters than Sidon (not sure if that’s what you wanted but they are included anyway!), there are some differences to notice as shown above.

Also:

● Sidon is huge, the others are less huge, Link is tiny :)

Additional tips :

● practice practice practice!
● draw sharks everywhere and on everything.
● add Link in there for even better results.

That’s it! ♥

p.s. this tutorial speaks for male characters as I have 0 screenshots of female zora.
p.p.s. forgive my horrible handwriting.

For Us

Happy birthday, Danny Boi! I know it’s already June 12 in the majority of the world, including the part Dan’s in, but it’s 10:00 PM on June 11 where I am sO I’M GONNA KEEP THE CELEBRATION GOING WITH A FIC!!!


Description: It’s Dan’s 26th birthday and he’s feeling a bit existential. But Phil comes along with the ultimate day and the ultimate present to cheer him up.

Genre: Extreme fluff 

Warning: Some potential existential crisis-starting material 

Word Count: 1330

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anonymous asked:

do you have anywhere specific you look online for fashion inspiration? every time I just browse pinterest or instagram like every single ~fall outfit idea~ is skinny jeans + earth toned boots + cardigan + scarf and I'm SO BORED.

YES I KNOW THAT LOOK, the white girl in fall look; it’s not a bad look, but it’s a very predictable look, and I totally understand wanting to move away from that. I too moved away from a look that wasn’t bad, yet was also literally and figuratively stifling. so, how do you find inspiration? 

what I do is follow individual style bloggers + and street style blogs/accounts. 99% of this takes place on instagram, so get ready to download the app. if you’re going to use pinterest, make sure to search “street style”, not “style”. street style is what you call photos that are taken at various fashion weeks, of models and influencers and designers and average people who wanted to dress up and see the shows. it’s a great way to eyeball trends and to find things you can mix and match for yourself. often you’ll see a person whose look you really like, and it only takes a reverse image search to find them on instagram. nine out of ten times they’ll have a style blog of their own. if that sounds like a lot of work, it is. so here are a few of my favorites to get you started:

street style on tumblr: my only stop is 15x20. it showcases a huge variety of trendy, inventive looks, all put together by people who want to be eyecatching. one of my absolute go-tos. I get the germ of most of my outfit ideas here.

style on instagram: @lookbook is a solid account. mostly it’s images tagged #lookbook by bloggers or would-be influencers, and they’re all real people, so a lot of times you can follow them back to their style pages. one issue is that they usually don’t give details of where to buy the items of clothing they wear. also skews a little younger. 

fashion bloggers I follow on instagram:

@daniellevanier: really inventive, takes risks, is a pioneer of “it doesn’t have to be fitted” imo, and has introduced me to one of my favorite brands ever, ASOS White. sporty, femme, she can do it all. love her. 

@lolitamas: bang on with trends, she always seems to know what’s coming in the new season. she does a bunch of lifestyle blogging too, but her fashion posts are what I’m there for. she’s very sweet, very feminine, and a lot of her looks nail high-fashion casual, which I appreciate the hell out of. 

@masha: does the coolest things with layers and sneakers, and she really brings a lot of texture to every outfit. she looks great all the time, which is probably a curse when you’re that pretty, but she pays it forward by religiously cross-linking her outfit posts so you can track down where she got what.

@mamacaxx: just the most bright and exciting wardrobe; she knows how to make one garment do a million different things. pretty sure she and I bought our lavender frilly shirt dresses on the same day. 

@hhasselhoff: I am smitten by her beauty all the time, and I’m so all over the silk boudoir look she always seems to have going. someday I’m going to find out how she, someone with similar proportions to me, is able to hide her bra straps in all those satin dresses. 

@nicolettemason: femme, queer, and constantly doing awesome things with patterns. this was an immediate must-follow from me, and she’s just come out with a really trendy plus-size clothing line called premme, if any of you ladies out there are interested.

@asos_debbie: SHE KNOWS COLOR THEORY, and knocks it out of the park every time. she’s a buyer and stylist for asos, so she also has the inside scoop on new items that are dropping. also, incredible shoes, always. 

@aspensdottir: I just started following her, and it was the best decision I’ve made all week (and not just because she immediately liked every picture of my cats that I’ve ever posted). she’s incredibly inventive, and recycles various items of clothing in the most refreshing way. I’ve actually tossed a few things in some shopping carts because of her, and even though she’s half my size, the outfits she puts together are super adaptable to anyone. a++

the more you poke around instagram, the more you’ll find new bloggers that appeal to you specifically! it took me about a year to round up the 250 fashion accounts I follow, but it was worth it. now whenever I lack inspiration, I grab my phone and start seeing what clicks for me. good luck! 

STOP HATING IDOLS

  For a month, I’ve been reading and taking screenshots of instances in which somebody is hateful or disrespectful towards Hwasa from MAMAMOO. I also had mean posts towards and about Moonbyul which were sadly lost in the midst of me cleaning up my phone.

  I decided today was a good day to explore this issue and give my opinion on it. Here are some screenshots I was able to find/save from the mess I made hours ago:

  Unfortunately, none of the screenshots listed above were taken out of context and neither is the one listen down. The Hwasa hate withing the Momoos is not that obvious, but outside of it it’s sadly crystal clear.

  Hwasa has been categorized as “ugly” and also the “ugliest” in the group more times than I can count and it’s a shame I lost some of my screenshots that proved this. Sadly, this is a real issue not just to MAMAMOO’s maknae, but also to various other idols like Rapmonster from BTS (for example).

  Everyone is entitled to their opinion, but as soon as it’s made public that person has to be ready for some backlash as not everybody is going to agree with you. Sadly, I don’t agree with this and I can refute what you say and not just disagree is because you claim her “ugliness” as being a fact and not a personal opinion/preference.

  Down below you’ll see pictures of MAMAMOO with and without make-up for comparison but make sure you understand that I’ve been a moomoo for a while and I love all of them (including their appearance), so I’m not pushing everyone down with this. I have good intentions with this post.

  If you have some time, stick around ‘till the end.




  The photo below is used various times to slander/criticize Hwasa’s appearance on, not only blogs, but also e-papers/magazines which is pretty alarming from my view point.

  This picture was taken during a rehearsal and (from what I read) Hwasa believed it wasn’t necessary to wear make-up as it wasn’t an actual show, but just a “training session”. 

  Unfortunately, the facial expression, the lighting, the angle and the bad quality of the picture obviously doesn’t help her appearance after all she’s human, but look under for another make-up-less picture to see the difference.

  Here you go: in this picture, due to the lighting, facial expression and better quality of the picture she looks way better. Bless lighting, am I right?

  If this picture makes you feel like I’m biased (which I am, to be honest, as she’s my favorite idol), here are more to dismiss those silly ideas.

  Opinions are opinions - of course -, but using a terrible picture in order to get your point across when there are many pictures to refute that idea is begging to be disagreed with.

  In my opinion though (my really biased opinion, of course, let that be known) she’s pretty. 

  Bonus: in my mother’s unbiased opinion, she’s also pretty.




  Now, leaving the solely “Hwasa” topic, let’s talk all of MAMAMOO, shall we?



  I am a big supporter of the fact that you can only be a Moomoo if you respect all the members and unfortunately that’s not 100% homogenized with the fandom’s rules

  Here is MAMAMOO with no make-up on (and oh, do they look great):

  It’s obvious every person who wears make-up on a daily basis doesn’t look as good without make-up not only because make-up is used to make someone’s face more appealing and overall more beautiful but also because you’re used to a certain bone structure (that can be easily messed around with contour and highlight), a certain color of skin and lips, fuller and more colored eyebrows, etc.

  The girls aren’t above that as they’re human - they breathe, they eat and they go to the bathroom just like all of us.

  To me, with or without make-up they look beautiful because I chose these girls as my favorite group not just for their looks but also for their music/talent and humor. Yet, I can’t deny they look more appealing with make-up and I know most of the people out there could agree with me.

  I am pulling any of them down, it’s my opinion. It’s not a fact, but an opinion based on my preferences. 

  Here’s some basis for my opinion:





  Aside from MAMAMOO (but still connected to them), I found something horrible on the internet which was apparently posted a couple of months ago. Still, it was posted, read and commented under, so I can do the same here as it’s in the public domain.

  In addition to refuting Hwasa’s haters, here’s some pictures of the “ugliest” idols listed above in order and let it be known I wasn’t aware of the existence of Bobby, Yang, Seo, Jihyo, Jung or Umji prior to this so my opinion on them isn’t biased in any way. I didn’t search exhaustively for these pictures, they were on the very top of their names’ search.

  Anyways, here are pictures of the idols.

  Warning: there’s a l o t of ugliness ahead. ;)




Here’s Bobby;

  Don’t know how someone could find him ugly with that sincere stare and plump lips, but sure…

Here’s Yoseob:

  He looks like such a happy kid, how can someone hate on him?

Here’s Rapmonster:

  Sorry, I’m biased on this one but his sincere smile is enough to make any girl swoon.

Here’s Eunkwang:

  He’s cute as hell! Reminds me of an EXO member, I just don’t remember which (not a fan of EXO, by the way).




Here’s Jihyo:

  She is such a cutie patootie omfg.

  Here’s Eunji:

  WHERE? IS? THE? UGLY?

Here’s Umji:

  Cutest smile 2KForever (and look at those cheeks!).

Here’s Hwasa:

  Queen of jeans right behind Hani, to be honest.

  Too biased to comment, sorry.




In my opinion,

  None of the idols listed above are ugly and it’s a fact they do not deserve your insults or slander as nobody deserves to be hated on (unless they’re criminals, then I really don’t care) based solely off their looks.

  Did you notice I did not state my opinion as a fact throughout this post? You can easily give your opinion without insulting anyone or making a mess. Wow!




STOP SLANDERING IDOLS. 

Junkrat, Roadhog, and the Unluckiest Documentarian (Fem!Reader)

(Two brief warnings:
-My first attempt at anything like this.
-I basically closed my eyes and threw a dart at a list of Australian “slang” for Junkrat because I think that’s how he would have wanted it.)

He was dead and it was your fault. Sneaking past the border, hiring those two as your tour guides, even the documentary itself—all your idea. Your legs gave out and you hit the floor with a thud. You didn’t feel the blood seeping into your clothes; didn’t hear the uneven footsteps tapping across the gnarled wood floor behind you. But the voice was impossible to ignore.

“Oi, found ‘er! We’re in the shack. Looks like someone was havin’ a poke around.”

He sing-songed the last part to you as he crept closer and rested a heavy metal hand on your shoulder. You tried to whip around to look at him but it felt sluggish, as if you were in a dream. God, you wished this was a dream. He glanced past you at the body before giving you a sheepish grin.

“I know what it looks like, but no worries! It was a mercy killing. Dipstick got himself caught inna trap hiking back to town last night. Sliced an artery. So I had Roadie end it nice and painless for him rather than bleed out slow. Was tryin’ to think of a good way to tell ya so you wouldn’t get upset.” He giggled. “Guess it didn’t work out.”

You turned back to stare at your cameraman’s body. Someone had bashed his head in until it was unrecognizable. Only the logo on his shirt identified him, or at least the parts that were still legible under the chunks of brain matter clinging to it. His arms and legs jutted awkwardly from their sockets and twisted in ways they were never meant to. Even some of his fingers had been bent until they lay flat against the back of his hand. Where was the mercy in that?

“Find them?” The floor protested under his weight as Roadhog called from the doorway.

“Yup! Give us a hand an’ help get her back to the trailer. S'like she never saw a dead body before.” He jerked a thumb at it. “Speaking of, should prob'ly drag that off somewheres before sundown. Unless ya want dingos and the like showin’ up at the front door. Again.”

“I told you—” He took a labored breath. “—to do it earlier.”

“I forgot! She asked me what I was doin’ and I got a little carried away showing off me inventions. You know how excited I get. Sides, you shoulda done it. You’re the muscle. Hard labour is your job, I do all the thinkin’ and lookin’ pretty.”

They bickered lovingly as if nothing was wrong. As if the corpse in front of you was just another pile of trash and not someone you’d talked to less than twelve hours ago. The wind rushed out of you and you slumped down further, not even fighting the massive hands that wrapped around your torso and lifted you in the air. Roadhog turned you away from the body and toward the door, but you could still picture it; every detail burned into your retinas until you could see it with your eyes closed.

“Well, so what if he carked it?” Junkrat scuttled backwards out the door so he could face the two of you as he chattered. “Good riddance, the Vic bastard. I know you’re not supposed to speak ill of the dead, but his camera work was rubbish anyways. Made Roadie look fat.”

“I am fat.”

Junkrat looked appalled. “Pleasantly plump’s what you are. Jus’ more to love. And whatshisname was a real dickhead, wasn’t he? Heard him call me a bogan once when he thought I wasn’t listening. Bogan! I mean I’ve been called an ocker and a hoon and a bastard and a drongo and a wanker and a yobbo and a monster and a worthless son, but a bogan? Well, that’s where I draw the line! Shoulda wrung his scrawny neck then.” He strangled the air in front of him only to drop his hands and look chastised at a grunt from Roadhog. He gave one of your dangling legs a sympathetic pat.
“May he rest in peace, the unlucky bugger.
But you, you ain’t had nothing but kind words for us! Well, ‘cept when I put that Huntsman in your tent. But seeing you crying over a spider what couldn’t have been more than four kilos was too much! Roadie spent the whole night talking 'bout how cute it was.”

Roadhog stiffened. “Shut up.”

He shut up. For a few seconds.

“Ahh, this is great ain’t it? Ya know, I knew I was gonna like ya from the beginning. You kept calling me 'Mr. Junkrat’ and shaking my hand and all that when we first met. Hell, Roadie don’t even call me 'Mister’ and I’m his boss! And I can’t tell you the last time someone actually listened to me talk all the way through. They usually tune out somewhere in the middle, but you kept askin’ questions and nodding your head during those interview thingos. A real catch, shoulda done this weeks ago.”

“Jamison.”

“Er, 'this’ being spendin’ more time together. Not anything to do with that poor bastard in the shed. Still, ya may have lost a mate, but you got us now! Traded in a bloke who was up himself for two handsome, down-to-earth fellas like ourselves.”

When you reached the trailer he dashed to get inside before Roadhog squeezed through the doorway with a grunt. While Junkrat paced in excitement, straightening and unstraightening the scrap and junk clustered on every surface, you were set carefully on a scorched sofa. You stared listless at your feet as they moved around and mumbled amongst themselves. Everything felt numb, you didn’t even flinch when Junkrat suddenly popped into view.

“Here’s a doona for ya. When you go into shock you start feeling all chilly. Lost enough bits to know that firsthand.”

He clambered onto the couch with a threadbare blanket unearthed from one of the junk piles. His hands fidgeted as he tucked it around you, poking and prodding until you were wrapped so tight you couldn’t move your arms. Only when he was satisfied did he flop onto the cushion beside you with a grin.

“There we are. Oi Roadie, help me warm her up wouldya?”

His weight sent the other side of the couch surging into the air when he sat. Gravity forced the three of you closer until you were sandwiched between them, and the smell of sweat and soot and blood that clung to them was so strong you wanted to retch. You started crying instead, the tears that had threatened to spill in the shack speeding freely down your face. Junkrat panicked.

“Hey, hey, none of that! C'mon, you’re gonna make Roadie cry. He’s sensitive like that. An’ if the both of you are cryin’ I’m prob'ly gonna start too. Nobody wants that.” He jiggled his leg as he pleaded. When you just sobbed harder the smile dropped and he yanked on the tufts of hair he had left. “Shit, we’re supposed to be havin’ fun now that the dipstick’s outta the picture! Can’t have fun when you’re all sooky. Roadie, do something.”

“Like what?”

“I dunno! I’m no good in these situations. You’re the thoughtful one, you fix it.”

“…There, there.”

His massive hand enveloped your head as he pet you. Junkrat joined in after a few seconds of hesitation, clumsily running his hand across your back in jerky strokes. Each sob clawed its way up from deep inside you and forced out a fresh wave of hot, stinging tears that made your breath catch.

“Erm, there, there. No worries. You’ll see, now that he’s not in the way we’ll have heaps of fun. You can move into the trailer! S'nice and warm at night if we all huddle together. Roadie’s a hell of a space heater. Great pillow too. An’ he says I’m like a white noise machine, whatever that is.” He slung an arm across your shoulders and squeezed. “We’ll become best mates before ya know it! From there, we’ll see how we end up. What happens in me trailer stays in the trailer.”

“Jamison.”

“When you’re ready! If the mood’s right.” His crooked grin stretched a little too wide. “Ya know, like after a big heist when everyone’s keyed up. Or as a distraction to get your mind off something like your mate dyin’ a horrible, painful death. Which is deffo not what happened to whatshisface, jus’ putting that out there. But if you’re needing a distraction right now a good root is great—”

Roadhog let out a sigh and covered Junkrat’s mouth. They were meant to soothe you, but the muffled words coming from his mask made your stomach drop.

“Take your time. We aren’t going anywhere. After all, we’re all you have now.”

OT4 Nonsense pt 4.

YES IT’S BACK! (I am reposting this without the art this is inspired by to make it easier to link to the others later.) This is set about a month or so after where part 3 left off. I might go fill in the gaps later. 

This chapter is based on the following art: http://hchano.tumblr.com/post/155309545851/yo-fangirlmorelikefangay-im-your-mlsecretsanta


“Nino!”

“GAAAHHH!” Nino shrieked, spinning towards his open window to see a distraught looking Chat Noir poking his head in. “Dude! I… Jeez, you cannot just sneak up on me like that!”

The hero hunched his shoulders, his cat ears flattening ashamedly.

“Sorry, I just… I needed to talk and I thought it would be ok…” Chat Noir began in what might have been the most pitiful voice his friend had ever heard from him.

Nino sighed, shaking his head slightly and trying not to laugh at the pathetic picture clinging to his window sill.
“I don’t mind that you are here just, I don’t know, knock or something,” he said, gesturing for him to come into the room.

“Sorry.” Chat said again, his transformation dropping away in a flash of green light to reveal a sheepish and somewhat disheveled looking Adrien. His small black companion immediately darted into the corner of the room where Nino had turned one of his old toys into a kwami den the last time they had stopped by.

Nino got up from his desk chair and sat down on the edge of his bed, patting the mattress next to him in a beckoning gesture.

Adrien wasted no time climbing up onto the bed and curling up into Nino’s lap, his arms wrapped securely around his boyfriend’s waist.

Nino began softly carding his hands through Adrien’s hair, knowing that the easiest way to get the severely repressed boy to open up about anything was to simply say nothing and wait.

It didn’t take long.

“Have you ever thought that something was one way, and then found out that you were completely wrong and that everything you thought was true is a lie?” Adrien said, his voice somewhat muffled as he buried his head into the fabric of Nino’s tee-shirt.

“Huh… I donnow. I mean, two weeks ago I was a normal guy with just a normal- well, somewhat normal- girlfriend. Now I find myself in a complex polyamorous relationship with both said semi-normal girlfriend, and my best friend, who apparently I have been unconsciously dating since November- who, by the way, decided for our one week anniversary to tell me that he has secretly been running around saving Paris for the last two years in a skin tight leather cat-suit. Nah, that is a completely foreign feeling. Your own your own my friend.”

“You’re so mean,” Adrien whined, squeezing his arms tighter and shaking his head in irritation. “I am going through a profound and deeply distressing emotional epiphany and all you can do is make fun of me.”

“I am not mean, you are just melodramatic,” Nino teased, eliciting an irritated huff from his boyfriend. “So do you wanna tell me what happened or are you just going to be vague and depressing?”

Adrien stiffened slightly.

“It’s stupid,” he said softly. “I’m just stupid. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“If it matters to you than it isn’t stupid. And if it matters enough that you are going to come chasing me down, after midnight, less than three hours after I got home from my trip- which you already knew- then clearly you should say something, regardless of how stupid it is. So talk to me, what’s going on?”

Adrien muttered something incomprehensible, burying his face further into the fabric of the tee-shirt.

“What was that? I didn’t catch a word you just said.”

“I said I don’t want to make you mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad at you?” Nino asked, scratching at Adrien’s scalp with his fingertips in the way he knew never failed to relax the boy.

“Because I am an idiot,” Adrien sighed dejectedly, his muscles going limp.

“Did you kill someone?” Nino asked calmly.

“No…” Adrien replied, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Did you suddenly decide to join up with Hawkmoth in his quest to seize the miraculouses in order to achieve… actually what does he want out of all of this?”

“Honestly? No idea. He wasn’t really up front with his motivations. And no.”

“Did you start dating Chloe?”

“God no!”

“Then I can’t think of anything stupid you could have done in the last 48 hours that would make me hate you,” Nino said smiling. “So, what horrible cat-astrophy brought you scampering to my window at one in the morning?”

“Did you just make a cat pun?” Adrien asked, his eyes lighting up and a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“Well, I have it on very good authority that you like them.”

For the first time since his arrival Adrien seems to calm down and Nino smiled to himself. Score one for the boyfriend.

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one new message || luke hemmings

requested: no

word count: 1.6k+

synopsis: it’s ironic how a phone call is suppose to connect two people, and yet during one’s struggle and vulnerable state the only thing that person will constantly hear is the sound of the other’s answering machine.

a/n: this is my first attempt at like a PROPER angst piece. it’s probably fucken horrible but i’m gonna post it anyways! i purposely wrote it all in lowercase, so dont come after me about horrible punctuation. this is in luke’s pov.

credits to the gif owner.

masterlist // writing prompt list


“hi, this is y/n. sorry that I can’t come to the phone right now. leave me a message and i’ll give you a call back.”

 

beep.


swallowing down my pride, i slowly opened my mouth to try and say something but all that came out was the sound of my words bundling up and choking up upon my tongue. my throat so suddenly became dry and my entire speech that i had rehearsed over and over again for the past four hours immediately fleeted away from my brain the second i heard her voice message that i have grown so use to and so comforted by.


i am surprised that her inbox hasn’t filled up yet, especially since i have been leaving her messages almost frequently; as much as twice, three times a week. though… it use to be much worse. i would constantly call her and leave her a message twice a day; once in the morning and once at night. it was a toxic habit that i had to slowly break down to what it is now. i couldn’t help it. i needed to hear her voice. i craved hearing her name, hearing the sweet tone of her voice that has consumed my life form the second we met to this very moment. even if my only source of her vocal comfort was her damn answering machine.


does she ever listen to any of my messages? i wonder if she keeps them. i wonder if she listens to every single message and just keeps them for those moments where she feels alone and she feels as if she needs to hear my voice and hear me speak to her in order to feel warm and at home. or does she just glance at the growing number on her answering machine and mindlessly deleting them all at once without having any thought that within her eighty, ninety plus messages that i have left for her, someone important is actually trying to contact her.


i wouldn’t be offended if she called me back in frustration, telling me to back off or to leave her alone and to go away. i honestly wouldn’t blame her, especially if she had met someone new and they were spending time with each other and having a lovely time, only to be disturbed by me; an ex boyfriend who still can’t get the courage to end this chapter of his life. not just yet anyways. if she does call me back, it would be a miracle. it would actually make my day, just to hear her speak and hear more of the english language in her velvety silk sound than the twenty-five words that i have grown accustomed to.


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Hey is anybody else worried that the Holt sibling reunion is going to turn into a reveal that one of their parents is dead?

What if Pidge tells Matt their mother is dead? Or Matt tells Pidge their father is dead?

I hate myself for this theory too, just so you know

Originally posted by edsgazebos

Originally posted by lifetimetv

Originally posted by tayalongwithme

I know, I’m horrible, but just hear me out. Matt and Pidge’s reunion is likely to happen this season and it’s to be expected tears will be shed. I mean, who hasn’t been waiting this moment since season one?

We care for Pidge’s family so much even if we barely seen them in the show because Pidge loves her family so much it makes you love them too. Why am I murdering her parents, you say? Well, I’m sure the reunion is going to wreck us all, and if Dreamworks wants to hit us with angst this is the way to do it


Why do I think Colleen Holt might be dead? Like I said family is so important to Pidge, so why would she abandon her grieving mother in Earth without warning. I mean either Colleen Holt was part of the whole infiltrating-the-Garrison-to-find-out-what-really-happened-in-Kerberos or she’s not longer in the picture.

And we know Pidge refuses to go back to Earth without her brother and father, but she also makes no attempts to contact her mother which she definitely could do because she’s a genius, she made a satellite out of garbage, c’mon to tell her she’s alive. Why would Pidge let her mother believe her entire family is dead? Why not tell Colleen her daughter is alive, in space, looking for the rest of their family because, oh, there’s a chance her husband and son aren’t dead either?

Even if her mother wasn’t awear or disapproved of Pidge going to the Galaxy Garrison, she would make sure her daughter was safe, she’d check on her regularly. Sure there’s also the possibility that Colleen is already in space searching for Sam and Matt as well, being a BAMF, I mean wouldn’t that be great, but this is a angsty post


Now, why do I think Samuel Holt could be dead? Because we haven’t seen him since the pilot episode. Pidge keeps getting closer to finding Matt but she has no clue where her father is or if he’s still alive.

Maybe this is Dreamworks way of preparing us and I’m not prepared Dreamworks. Making us center in Matt’s whereabouts because in the end we won’t get to see Samuel Holt again.


Besides they’re both secondary characters and we know Dreamworks shows them no mercy if you think secondary characters’ deaths are no big deal then you are WRONG. Anyways, Season 4 is going to make us cry and I think this is why.

Tripping Over the Blue Line (4/45)

It’s a transition. That’s what Emma’s calling it. She’s transitioning from one team to another, from one coast to another and she’s definitely not worried. Nope. She’s fine. Really. She’s promised Mary Margaret ten times already. So she got fired. Whatever. She’s fine, ready to settle into life with the New York Rangers. She’s got a job to do. And she doesn’t care about Killian Jones, captain of the New York Rangers. At all.

He’s done. One more season and he’s a free agent and he’s out. It’s win or nothing for Killian. He’s going to win a Stanley Cup and then he’s going to stop being the face of the franchise and he’s going to go play for some other garbage team where his name won’t be used as puns in New York Post headlines. That’s the plan. And Emma Swan, director of New York Rangers community relations isn’t going to change that. At all.

They are both horrible liars.


Rating: Mature
Content Warnings: Swearing, eventual hockey-type violence
AN: Happy start of training camp! I am in a never-ending state of thank you for all the fantastic response to this story. Y’all are the best. Also the best are @laurnorder @distant-rose & @beautiful-swan without whom this story would just be a mess. Also, special shoutout to Lauren who literally read all my words during a hurricane this weekend. 
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A week.

He hadn’t seen her in a week.

And not that he was bothered by that. Not really. Not quite. He wasn’t.

It was fine.

Killian normally skated like crap the first day of camp anyway – something about rust and getting back on track and absolutely nothing to do with Emma Swan or not seeing her for the last week.

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Self awareness: dominant vs inferior Fi; age: post-adolescent.

Aggressive leadership qualities, planning and execution, competence, achievements, etc aside (most of which are true for me), ENTJs are often portrayed as self-assured, while I’m surprisingly unsure of who I really am. I mean, if push comes to shove, I define myself by (and take pride in) my work, what I do, how far I’ve come etc. All this never even occurred to me until recently.

The problem arouse with an INFP friend of mine, good friend. We were filling out a questionnaire and I realized how incredibly self-aware and individualistic she is - she seemed to need no time at all to fill it up; she knew herself, while I faltered. If the same were true about a subject material (say, biostatistics), I would have done it effortlessly.

Example: When you tend to be anxious, you throw yourself into distracting activities, or, you believe that (so and so) is right or wrong, etc. I. Don’t. Know. I don’t even know if I’m indifferent about it. Strange part is, I don’t care about it, seeing as it’s not useful to me anyway. 

But interestingly, my friend has mostly come to me for advice - how to deal with people, situations, seeking assurance for her choice in career, while I was incredibly grounded and assured of what I wanted in life and how I would get it. My point is, I can fix most problems (what to do, what not to, what field she would excel at, even what she is feeling and why etc). I can even accurately predict the range of my score in a test. But I can’t answer a simple question about myself.

We engaged in a simple conversation about self-awareness that turned into something abstract (as it usually does with us); long story short: I believe in destiny, that we are all a part of something bigger, like pieces of a puzzle contributing to the final picture; that we are playing the role we were ‘assigned’, to a cosmic synergy; that it all has a purpose and there’s no ‘random’ in this universe. While she believes that the individual decides, that we write our own fate, that there’s nothing ‘propelling’ us, that not everything needs to be connected. This is strange. Shouldn’t an INFP have thought like I did? 

My question is, if I can be certain that her relationship would end before it even began (how could she not see something so obvious?), or that she has a horrible habit of seeking people who ‘need her’ et cetera (all of which eventually turn out true), how can I not know myself?

I’m probably the only ENTJ with this problem, or I’m not this type, at all.

PS - ENTJs have inferior Fi, but this develops in the twenties or so (second in line). So, I should be able to wield it properly. But all that function does is manifest badly and in bad times (like when I’m faced with the question of who I am, I begin to think of the self, the mind, what it means to live, to exist, leaving me frustrated because I can’t find one proper answer).

Good day to you, and thank you in advance.

Since extroverts are so focused on the external world / getting things done and are not usually much into deep introspection, it’s natural you would not ‘know yourself’ while being fairly accurate about her – because you’re pointing your focus / intuitive intuitions toward the external world.

Believing in ‘destiny’ is more Ni than Ne because it is singular and abstract and feeds into a pattern of the greater whole that has deliberate purpose behind the mechanics of the universe; Ne believes in multiple possibilities existing in our lives at once so naturally a Ne would assume an individual shapes their own future through their choices and has the power to alter it at any given time.

Actually, your inferior function fully develops last – so if you go by the cognitive development theory, you were working on Te as a child, started using Ni better as a teenager / your twenties, will develop Se decently in your thirties and beyond, and will fully integrate Fi around forty.

- ENFP Mod

Ignis’ S/O is a Phantom Thief

Persona 5 x Final Fantasy XV

Takes place in an AU

Originally posted by fieryfantasy

  • Ignis is a smart man. 
  • An extremely smart man. 
  • Nothing gets past him, so it wouldn’t be surprising if he figures out the Phantom Thief secret that you’ve been hiding. 
  • Ignis would watch your moves carefully, such like how you would always listen in on the Phantom Thieves on the news, or you would always pause to stare and scan magazines that have to do with the Phantoms. 
  • Also, not to say that you’re a gold digger or anything, but it would be common for Ignis to be the one to take you out to nice restaurants or to spoil you with gifts, but that’s only because the stuff that he usually spoils you with is out of your price range. 
  • Lately, you’ve been able to afford things for him that would just make him think, “How in the world did you afford it?” 
  • However, before he was able to piece together the clues, he would predictably be worried about the Kamoshida issue that went on at your school. 
  • “He didn’t touch you inappropriately, did he, darling?” 
  •  Unless you count being kicked around by his shadow, no.
  • Iggy gives you pepper spray and a taser the next day. 
  • He would know that something is up, but wouldn’t really act on it, because he trusts you and believes that you’ll tell him when the time is right. 
  • He finally starts to intrude when you’re dealing with the Kaneshiro issue. The chat texts you when you’re in the bathroom and Iggy catches them saying that they all owe 3,000,000 yen and in less than three weeks. 
  • “Darling, what is the meaning of this? Have you been involving yourself with illegal activity?” He shakes his head. “That doesn’t matter right now, I have money saved up—” 
  • You have to convince him that you’d deal with all of that, and being as headstrong as he is, Iggy will have to take some convincing. He finally sighs and agrees, but makes you promise that if you’re ever in a tight spot to come talk to him about anything. 
  • When the three weeks pass Iggy had the money ready to give to Kaneshiro, or was totally ready to bail you out of your problem, but on the same exact day Kaneshiro confessed to all of his crimes and turned himself in. 
  • Now Iggy demands an explanation. Not that he needs one, since the calling cards were posted around and everything you do links yourself to the Phantom Thieves. He just wants to make it clear that you both know what you are doing. 
  • He didn’t think much about the Phantom Thieves before this, he’s too busy to anyway, but now that you’re associated with them, Iggy becomes the perfect middleman. 
  • However, he does has his reservations, and would try to talk you out of it at first, once he realizes that you’re serious about this business he will help you.
  • His doting increases by 100%. 
  • “Don’t think that just because you’re a Phantom Thief you can slack on your schoolwork.” 
  • It’s an interesting moment when you get him to meet your teammates. 
  • He introduces himself formally to Ryuji, which throws him off. 
  • He obviously gets along with Makoto the most, and is able to hold long and engaging conversations with Yusuke, but he respects Akira the most. 
  • He treats you like a princess, and has no hesitation to do it in front of your friends either. It makes Ann and Makoto go, “Aww…” and Ryuji and Morgana tease you. 
  • Yusuke is enraptured by Ignis’ beauty and wants to paint him. Ignis agrees, but only with Yusuke paints a picture of you in your Metaverse outfit. Since, “There is nothing quite as beautiful as a working woman showing the world what she does best.” 
  • Ignis enjoys LeBlanc as well. Maybe a bit too much. 
  • When you go to his apartment he asks you to pick up a cup of coffee on the way. 
  • “It’s not Ebony, but I can’t say that this is not a magnificent blend either.” 
  • Going on dates with him works quite well, because it’s not like Ignis has much free time either. 
  • You would also have to explain how the Metaverse works, what Palaces, Mementos, and Personas are. 
  • “Yes, it certainly can make someone think. I wonder what my Palace must look like, or what my treasure might be.” 
    “Well, what do you think your treasure is?” 
    He sends you a smile and takes your hand. “It must have something to do with you, dear. There’s nothing I hold as near and dear to my heart as you.” 
  • Every time you go to the Palace, Iggy always sends you away with a long, dramatic, and romantic speech. “No matter what happens…I will always be faithfully awaiting your return.” 
  • It almost as if you’re leaving for war. 
  • Also, when he learns that Yusuke has horrible eating habits due to bad money management, his motherly instinct spikes up and he will start to make some meals for your friends. 
  • Suddenly Ryuji and Ann is all over him. It’s almost as if the Phantom Thieves like him more than they like you. 
  • Ignis steals your friends.
  • “You know that you don’t have to do this, right…? They can get food on their own.” 
    “Not to worry, dear, I am in debt to your friends for taking care of you during your expeditions, and that is something that I cannot easily pay back. This is the least I can do. Besides—” His face darkens. “They eat their vegetables without hesitation.”   
Tripping Over the Blue Line (11/45)

It’s a transition. That’s what Emma’s calling it. She’s transitioning from one team to another, from one coast to another and she’s definitely not worried. Nope. She’s fine. Really. She’s promised Mary Margaret ten times already. So she got fired. Whatever. She’s fine, ready to settle into life with the New York Rangers. She’s got a job to do. And she doesn’t care about Killian Jones, captain of the New York Rangers. At all.

He’s done. One more season and he’s a free agent and he’s out. It’s win or nothing for Killian. He’s going to win a Stanley Cup and then he’s going to stop being the face of the franchise and he’s going to go play for some other garbage team where his name won’t be used as puns in New York Post headlines. That’s the plan. And Emma Swan, director of New York Rangers community relations isn’t going to change that. At all.

They are both horrible liars.


Rating: Mature
Content Warnings: Swearing, eventual hockey-type violence
AN: Flirting, ahoy. I honestly can’t believe I typed that. I’m not changing it. That’s what’s happening. I am, as always, so grateful by the incredible response to this story and I love all of you a ridiculous amount. Although, I might love @laurnorder, @beautiful-swan & @distant-rose just a bit more. Go forth and love them as well, Internet. 
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Emma refused to think about it.

If she thought about it, she’d start to overthink it and she didn’t have time to overthink anything except catering orders and ok’ing the color scheme for the e-vites to season tickets and getting the right permits because she’d never actually organized an event this large in her entire life and New York City seemed determined to make it as difficult as possible.

There were so many forms.

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((It’s answer time!!

Thanks so much for all your questions! I tried not to make my answers too long lol I failed miserably at that oops but uh yeah everything is under the cut! ;D

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What Just Happened?!?: No Future in the Past (S2E08)

TACOS ARE TASTY! TACOS ARE TASTY! Holy freakin’ balls. My emotions. My feelings. Holy shitballs the angst. Holy backstory.

New-ish Character(s)

By that I mean now we know concrete things about them.

Father Juan Carlo, curiously called Padre by others but he refers to himself as Father: Owns a chop shop, he’s who you call if you need your car towed, and the Chief of the Volunteer Fire brigade.

Robert Svane: A friend of Wyatt Earp who delivered messages between estranged BFFs Doc and Wyatt. 

Sheriff Clootie: A madman, the unhinged Sheriff of Purgatory with three wives and fathered Constance Clootie’s two demon sons that were killed by Wyatt Earp. Oh. He was the one who cursed Wyatt.

Monster(s) of the Week

It’s apparently my feelings because it has been utterly destroyed by this episode and I’m not sure I have made my peace.

Final Thoughts (before I get into it, because oh boy! do I get into it.Some spoilers? IDK at this point I think everyone knows what went on, in general)

Holy storyline and so much information! I watched it live. Watched it again immediately after. Watched it a day later. And then I watched it again and took notes. So much notes that I felt like I was in a vision quest back to my Organic Chemistry class.

This episode gave us a concrete How the Earp Curse Began 101. In Season 1, they did say how and why, but as with Wynonna Earp, things move quickly and people may have missed it. It’s interesting to point out that there may be episode parallels between the seasons. For instance, S1E07 and S2E07 are both major Wynaught episodes; S1E08 and S2E08 are both Wynonna learning more about Earp history (S1E08 she learned Ward wasn’t exactly the heroic Earp heir and S2E08 she learns about the origins of the curse); S1E09 and S2E09 are both written by Alexandra Zarowny (AKA Wayhaught Whisperer) so I think we’re gonna have a major Wayhaught moment this Friday. Of course, it could all be nothing. But, it could be something.

Anyways, what I found interesting in this episode was how it showed us different sides of characters. How the paragon of all things good and moral and just can actually fuck up because she’s only human and can make mistakes. Or, how the evil demon who let’s be honest seduced a young girl in captivity and called it love was once a good man, meek but loyal to his friend. Is it a thing that it’s these two characters? Maybe. And if you follow that road you can come up with so many theories and speculation that it’ll be hard to climb out of the rabbit hole. Did that happen to me? LMFAO OF COURSE! It really is probably nothing and just a coincidence (I suppose we’ll see by the end of the season, I hope).

Continue reading for…well, hopefully, at this point you know what you’re gonna get if you usually read these “What Just Happened” posts. Why do I have no picture? I got lazy. Again.

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those of you who know me know that Dragon Age is my #1 hyperfixation

I’m aware of the DA4 “leaks” which may be real-yet-outdated but may also be someone’s ploy for attention by describing a plausible-sounding guess

unrelated to that, I’ve been wanting to do a “will this person show up” list and just talk about how likely certain companions and other popular characters are to make an appearance in DA4 and future games

I’m not going to try to guess what writers have planned, here; just which characters are and are not available

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(I gave in- I am doing all the LU Chapter covers cause I need something nice and fluffy and happy that doesn’t make me want to punch things) 

(Rewatching the finale of HIMYM was a horrible mistake. Usually if I give something a few years and rewatch/reread it again I still won’t like/love it but I won’t feel viciously betrayed… clearly not the case this time) 

Anyways I am on my 6th picture for the project and clearly my inner CLAMP fan is showing because I am starting to plot out all sorts of alternate outfits and hairstyles for Mari… 

Anyways this is a WIP for chapter 7

Not totally sold on it yet… trying to decide if I need to change it before I do the rest >_> @geek-fashionista any thoughts? (It is your story) 

(So far I have finished Chapters 1, 9,19, 21, 23 will post a collection when I finish for the night) (OH I have also set up a new tag LU Chapter Art. Will be going back and making sure everything is tagged that way tonight as well for anyone who wants to follow along) 

“You’re Okay With Vlogging?” Part 3 - Niall Horan Imagine

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“You did great, baby” you said to Niall as he got off the stage with a big smile.

“Thank you” he said, giving you a quick kiss and then pulling away just as quickly once he saw the paparazzi swarm. He slightly pushed you away, his guard grabbing him and leading him back to his green room to change for the meet and greet and another guard grabbing you a couple minutes later to bring you to him.

It was like this every night. You two were in a relationship, but said relationship HAD to be kept secret and you were getting sick of it. You knew where Niall was coming from, you knew he just wanted to protect you from hurtful things that might be thrown at you, but getting pushed away from him, barely getting to spend time with him and traveling the world and not getting to site see with your boyfriend was really getting to you.

“We need to talk” you said, walking into his dressing room, seeing him shirtless, putting you in a trance for a second before shaking yourself out of it to see Niall grinning at you.

“You good?” He asked, as he slid a new t shirt on.

“Yeah” You squinted our eyes at him, “but seriously”

“Can it wait?” He asked, grabbing his water bottle and walking over to the door.

“I rather it not” you expressed, trying to stop him from leaving.

“(Y/n), I have to get to this meet and greet” he told you, putting his hand on the door knob, “can it please wait?”

“Niall” you started really wanting to talk now, but instead he stopped you, gently grabbing your face.

“(Y/n) I love you, I truly do, but if I don’t go to this meet and greet, right now, I’m going to catch a lot of shit. Please, I promise we can talk about anything as soon as I get on the bus, but I really have to go” He enforced.

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