Hey everyone, I’ve been very inactive on here lately, and I’m very sorry. Things have been really rough for me. I have to give both my cats away and am giving Tina, my favorite, away tomorrow. I’m having a really difficult time coping with this and seeing everyone’s cats on here makes me sadder.
I’m closing submissions for a little because I have a ton of posts to queue up, and I’d like to take some time for myself.
Again, I’m very sorry for not being more active on here. I hope that you all have a wonderful weekend filled with kitties and love.
“The best kind of people are the ones that come into
your life, and make you see the sun where you once saw clouds. The people that
believe in you so much, you start to believe in you too. The people that love
you, simply for being you. The once in a lifetime kind of people.” -
based loosely on this gif set and tags, prompt by fin. written for sterekfest! wish i could have written something longer, but i hope you enjoy anyway <3
Stiles has a mission. He has a mission and a list – a long list that details with bulleted subpoints all the things wrong with his apartment. Sure, he’s thankful for having a roof over his head (if said roof didn’t leak) and at a fair price (which was really the selling point, let’s be honest). But still, Stiles drops most of his measly paycheck on rent every month, and he’d like a place that wasn’t falling apart. That was only fair.
The building meeting is on the fifth floor. When he arrives, there’s only one other guy there, sitting on a blue couch. Stiles immediately heads over to the large window and starts pacing. “I feel kinda bad for the landlord,” Stiles begins, nervous energy buzzing through his limbs.
“Oh?” the man replies.
“Yeah, I’d hate to be in his shoes, being bombarded with complaints all night. But dude, my water pressure’s terrible, three panes in the window are broken and one has a hole in it, my garbage disposal smells like something died inside of it, and that’s just the top of the list.” Stiles spins around and finally looks at the guy on the couch. He’s never seen him around before, and Stiles guesses he could be considered attractive if you find bearded gym rats hot. Stiles refrains from rolling his eyes because the guy is obviously a douche. Just look at those eyebrows.
“What about you? Please don’t tell me your apartment is perfect, but knowing my luck and probably yours, everything works perfectly for you like it always has and I got the shit apartment.” The guy just stares at him and says nothing. Stiles rolls his eyes as he turns back towards the window, mumbling under his breath, “Typical.”
Stiles spins around again, mouth open in exaggerated shock. “Oh, you mean you’re actually going to talk to me? Words finally making sense to you now?”
The man’s mouth pulls down into a scowl. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Stiles rolls his eyes. “Look, I know it pains guys like you to talk to guys like me because it lowers your cool quotient or you only waste your breath on people as hot as you or something, but we do live in the same building. We’re neighbors. I was trying to be neighborly.”
do you ever sit and think about how dan and phil have never described what meeting each other in person for the first time at the manchester train station was like…i think it’s sweet because i’d guess it was a really surreal and precious memory where they both couldn’t believe that they were actually together in person after months of endless skype sessions and texts
☆ Hi everyone! Thank you so much for 15k despite my inactivity this year (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ I truly appreciate all the support I’ve gotten! (btw, I’m travelling for all of August so I’ll be running on queue) While I am extremely grateful for this milestone, this follow forever is mainly dedicated to the conclusion of my first anime, manga, and fandom — Fairy Tail.
Although I have found a love for new animanga over the years, Fairy Tail holds a special place in my heart as the anime that really dragged me into anime, and I am so sad that it has come to an end. Though it has had its ups and downs, it will live on in my memory forever ;a; anyway, that’s enough of me being all sentimental. To mark the beginning of a new era (for me), here are some lovely blogs that have really brightened my dash! Their edits amaze me and inspire me to improve my own~
i know what it’s like to really hate yourself. but it’s not all you are. it’s not all i am either. it doesn’t have to define us. and i love you, no matter what. i’m here and i’m not going anywhere. you can trust me.
Appleford isn’t much to speak of. It’s more sprawling than
Rivercomb and there are enough apple logos and signs scattered about
the town that fans of Apple Computers that come here must end up
deeply confused. It’s said that the entire civil government use
iMacs just because of the town name, but I figured that was always
inter-town rivalry. Now I’m not so sure.
Noah is shocked I’ve never been here. Wilbur has a few times,
mostly passing through when on trips with his father. At least a
third of the town was reclaimed swampland back in the day when
turning a swamp into suburban homes was an act of achievement and not
an environmental catastrophe. Wilbur once went to Winnipeg during the
season where they have to use hoses to spray dead insects out of the
streets. Appleford isn’t that bad, but they put out warnings when
the mosquitoes have hatched and are heading their way like one would
invading goths or a plague.
That alone is reason enough to never make it a travel destination.
We find a dimly lit Italian place where Noah won’t attract too many
stares. Wilbur does regardless, but the staff don’t stare as much
as probably make bets on how much he’s going to eat.
Wilbur just orders a normal supper, but does get three desserts. I
point out that Aram will likely examine the credit card statement and
no doubt itemize things and ask questions; he adds a fourth one, to
“Right,” he says between a trifle pudding and creme caramel. “We
need a plan that isn’t just both of you getting forks to eat some
of my dessert.”
“Less calories. Also a good point. I’d be paranoid if I lived in
a place as small as Oscars Bend, so that’s just background noise.”
“Can you sense it from here?” Noah asks.
I don’t bother asking why; Noah doesn’t like wasting words. I
reach out with my talent. I’ve never tried to hurt from a distance
like this. I’m not sure I even can, but feeling pain from here is
almost too easy. I get the town around me, the familiar sense of
Rivercomb. And between it, Oscars Bend. I walk outside, try again,
“The first time I sensed the town, the pain level was – absurd.
Right now it’s what I’d class as low-normal for an area. but it’s
not like I’ve made a habit of using this aspect of my talent. You:
Noah studies his fork for a bit. “It seemed too much? The town is –
it’s small, yes, but some kind of – of –.” He shakes his
“Bad B-movie set?” Wilbur offers.
“Like that, yes. The pull of it, the feel of it, doesn’t fit?”
“So someone didn’t want me using my talent like that. Even if I
did use it on Smith. And Edith.”
“Who surprised you,” Wilbur says slowly. “Small town, high
paranoia. Perhaps it’s a self-made ward to keep anyone from scrying
“You had a headache,” I say, pointing my fork as Noah. “How bad
“It hurt for a few minutes?” Noah shrugs.
“Wilbur. Can you sense the town, instead of just the dead? Try
something involving the living?”
He finishes the last of the chocolate pie. “I can try. We might
want to be outside Appleford first?”
Noah drives back outside the town, parking off to the road. He puts
on the four-way flashers.
Wilbur gets out of the car first. Noah and I follow, waiting near
him. “Anyone can become a ghost, though the amount who do is small.
There aren’t any ghosts in the town right now, nothing in the
cemetery. Even the ghost in the town was barely there, which is often
a sign of some other active force. But to see who might become a
ghost: that’s easy enough, I think.”
I see nothing, but Wilbur hurls backward as if slapped, hitting the
ground with a thud and wheezing for air.
Noah moves over, reaching out with his left arm and pulling Wilbur to
his feet. Wilbur is coughing, trying to catch his breath. I don’t
move, talent ready, looking about.
“Hit a wall. Solid, aware, bouncing me back into me,” he says
once he can. “I think you both hit the same, but didn’t realize
what it was?”
“So it threw our talents back at us.”
Wilbur offers up an almost smile. “It’s not as if you’d try and
sense your own pain, which I imagine was part of what it threw
at you. It definitely magnified what it sent back in my case. Which
means you barely used your talent, Noah?”
“It seemed safest,” he says, and dirt falls off of Wilbur’s
sweats and jacket without being touched. “Like that? I thought it
might be best if I wasn’t noticed?”
“Very much so.” Wilbur walks back to the car slowly, getting in
with a wince. He doesn’t even object when I do his seat belt up for
“You going to be okay?”
“I have a lot of padding,” he says dryly.
“Not inside. And you did go off your feet.”
“I’ll be fine. Sore, but fine. Noah. You want Anya to drive and
get us back faster?”
Noah shakes his head, pulling back onto the road. “You could have
“No. You’re not.” Noah actually looks over at Wilbur while
driving. “None of us are. Broken bones can be more likely with
Wilbur pauses. “You’re telling me to lose weight?”
“Not telling. It would be safer. And worried,” he mumbles,
staring back at the road.
“Worried,” Wilbur repeats, carefully.
“Of course,” Noah snaps, as close to shouting as I’ve heard in
months. “Obesity means complications. Dangers. Trying stupid diet
cures: also dangers, complications. Anya: headaches? Common?”
“Do you – are they common?”
“Or me. We both got those. It went for our minds?”
“And I’m a magician, so it went for my body,” Wilbur says.
“Maybe? Also obvious. Not sure.” Noah looks back at me. “Help?”
I let out a breath. “I think what Noah is trying to get at is that
it attacked your weak point. It could be a conscious ward, or an
unconscious one, and there’s no way of knowing.”
“That, but not sure about no way?” Noah puts in.
Wilbur turns back toward me. “Meaning?”
“You are morbidly obese. We know this. You were even before your
magic four hundred pound mark. If you think we give a shit about
that, then you arelazy. I’m worried
about you. I’m worried about me. I’m worried about Noah. I’m
terrified of Aram and Lia.”
Wilbur snorts at that. “Sorry.”
“We’re all defensive. But I’m
a bit tired of you expecting us to hate you or throw judgement at you
because you’re obese. I’ve known you for a long time. We’re
friends. I don’t want
you getting much bigger, but I’m selfish and we can definitely use
your help with weird shit. The less you can do, the less helpful you
might be. We’re all brought up on the media images of obesity: we
can’t shake it, but we can fight it. If you help.”
“Being honest helps too. I’ve
been judged enough. I don’t want to judge you, Wilbur. I spent
years with people subconsciously aware of my talent. Of my being
aware of it. I was so
tired of being called a monster, but not tired enough to cease being
one. You helped. And Noah,
and everyone else in ways good and bad. I’m better at passing for
normal, and honestly some days I don’t like it. Having
an invisible illness is hard. Maybe a visible one is, too, if people
don’t see it as an illness.”
Wilbur says nothing.
“Not saying you are ill. Honestly, I don’t think anyone knows
enough about obesity for claims like that. You love food. Chicken,
egg situation and – that’s a really bad metaphor to use.” It
wins the ghost of a smile from him. “Noah. can you pull over and
check the town?”
Noah pulls over, puts on the
flashers, getting out of
the car in turn. I follow just as he staggers, clutching his head,
straightening after slowly.
“Head. Hurt somewhat,” he whispers hoarsely, and gestures toward
“Noah!” I’m moving even as he hurls to the side as if slapped,
hitting the ground.
Noah is light, and conscious. I help him up, and then back to the
vehicle, popping the trunk. He sits on the tailgate as I find the
first aid kid – Aram packed two – and start cleaning his face and
left arm from grit and burst acne. He gulps back Advil Wilbur gave
“Explain. Now,” I snap.
“It went for my mind. Couldn’t get in. I hoped –.” He hisses
as I rub his face. “I hoped it might try again mentally, and I
could push the attack back? It didn’t. Try twice? Please?”
“We have a second first aid kit for a reason,” I say as Wilbur
steps behind me in case I fall. I draw my talent up, and he hesitates
at being too close for a moment. Ghost magician, well over double my
weight, but my talent is what it is. I reach for Oscars Bend, to feel
the pain. Two light probes. The first turns everything white again.
The second has me on my knees, the world spinning. “Mind. Again,”
I get out.
I manage to stand with
Wilbur’s help. He jerks
I pull my talent inside as deeply as I can. Noah
hasn’t moved from the tailgate. Wilbur gulps six Advil, hands
shaking a little.
“Back is screaming at me. You – used your talent,” he says
“Front. Sit. Please.”
Wilbur returns to the front and I finish cleaning Noah up as best I
can. My head isn’t hurting as much, thanks to my gulping back more
of the Advil. And taking the pain out of me for use later. I owe
someone for that.
“You sit in the back. Ice on your cheek. I’m driving.”
Noah does so without a word, wincing at his own face in the rearview
I pull the car onto the road and start driving back to Oscars Bend.
“You had a point with me doing that, Noah. Spill.”
“It went for your mind twice. Not mind and body, like with me. Not
just body, like with Wilbur.”
“Whoever made it has met us,” Wilbur says. “Of course. They’d
have to know hitting your body would hurt you. Would be certain of
that for me. But you pass for normal like you said, Anya. So it went
for the mind twice, even if that might have hurt less?”
“Which means we need to find out who. And have a chat,” I say,
and neither Wilbur nor Noah say anything at all in response to how
cold I sound even to me.
hello tumblr!! it’s been a while since i’ve done a follow spree, but i wanted to do one with my new url (kaijohs) so here i am! i really need to fill up my queue (in q+) bc i just went through all the blogs i followed and my queue is still not full :(
what i’m looking for:
PASTEL/PALE AESTHETIC (i am a pastel animanga blog. this is a must.)
you make your own
gifs/graphics/edits/whatever you call them
you don’t repost (duh)
you don’t post an absurd amount of things i’m indifferent towards. examples: naruto, hunter x hunter, mob psycho 100, kpop (unless it’s blackpink bc i love them), game of thrones, harry potter, etc. i don’t want my dash flooded with these things (but it still is *cries*).
tagging system: lol this is absolutely not necessary (lol i even i don’t have one), but it makes going through archives a lot easier :)
make sure to reblog this post and put in the tags what you post/what applies to you. i will only check the blogs who REBLOG it (i will looking at archives).
**Kindly keep the text and do not self-promote to refrain yourself from being disqualified**
Hello, lovelies! It’s Joice and I am hosting my very first favorites!! It’s my first time hosting something so I am really excited for this! If you are interested and you want to be featured on my faves page, then please continue reading. ♡
i've been seeing a lot of au posts for two person ships but not 3(+) person ships so here we go
“the ride we want to go on is three people a cart and we’d rather choose a stranger to sit with than have one chosen for us plus you look relatively not sweaty want to join us” au
“two people started hitting on me at this bar at the same time and they’re both hot af best night ever” au
“i accidentally took the seat that was between a couple because they were fighting and now i have to deal with them fuck” au
“i’m your waitress and i totally thought you two were dating because of the heart eyes you’re making at each other but now that i know you’re not i kinda want to ask one of you out but i also feel like you should be together because of said hearteyes” au
“it’s the apocalypse and we’re like the only ones still alive high five want to have celebratory sex” au
“accidentally got really famous overnight and now i have a manager and an agent and tbh they’re both really hot how am i supposed to cope with this” au
“turns out hogwarts students only give you weird looks when you date multiple people from multiple other houses huh who knew” au
“there was supposed to be a party here tonight but no one showed up but us including whoever the fuck’s house this is want to see what’s in their Netflix queue” au
“i booked this hotel room cause i wanted some time away with my girlfriend but we ordered room service and the server who brought it up is hella hot should we ask them to join us” au
“we’re all in the waiting room on the delivery floor of the hospital but someone none of us are here waiting for our own kids to be born we’re all here for friends how weird is that” au
“we’re the only ones in this bar literally what the fuck it’s like a thursday night” au
“i am very drunk and flirting with multiple people because my vision is blurry enough i can’t actually tell how many of you there are” au
“you’re a total asshole but your girlfriend definitely isn’t” au
“we didn’t come to this con together but we’re all dressed as various members of a team so everybody’s making us pose together” au
“I WILL BEAT YOU ALL AT MARIO KART IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO also wanna make out. like. all of us. at the same time. i might be high on adrenaline but the point still stands” au
flight attendants au
tour guides au
con artists au
cop duo/helpful but curious scientist au
group project au
only people aware of upcoming epidemic au
i cannot stress that last one enough just like a band that is all together imagiNE THE MEDIA CONFUSION
owning a restaurant together au
TAs of same shitty teacher au
camp counselors that live for the confusion of the kids trying to figure out who’s with who au
youtubers who everyone wants to collab doing a video together to reveal they’re dating
parent teacher meeting au
waiting for a flight for 10+ hours au
deaf person/only people who know sign language in the whole fucking building au
I am so tired of ChonunMigookSaram a.k.a Megan Bowen. Here’s the thing, I love her personality but she is so fucking contrived it’s unbelievable. Not only does she paint Korea as a haven where all your dreams come true and life is just wonderful (Rose colored glasses), she’s highkey a Koreaboo who seems to be loosing her own identity.
Megan is racially ambiguous and even she admits it but whenever people bring it up, she gets offended. Additionally, she seems to have taken a conscious effort to change her physical appearance but it’s at the detriment of her identity. Yes there’s no one way of ‘being black’ HOWEVER, when you get dermatological skin treatments that whiten/lighten your skin, your fashion, style, makeup and even mannerisms are very Korean, don’t be butthurt when people start saying you don’t look black or you’re trying to look Korean.
We get it girl, you’re light skin but as I remember, you were never translucent. The worst part about her is the fact that she tries to prove to everyone how black she is. She has gone as far as to do multiple videos about her ethnicity and race and even recently did a DNA ancestry test. I am absolutely here for anyone who wants to do it because I find DNA test results very interesting but the fact that she’s doing it to prove a point and for views rather than self knowledge is irritating. It also irks me when she labels any questions or comment about her changing physical appearance as hate. No girl, we’re just wondering why you’re translucent these days when yo daddy and mom are black. It’s obvious that she honestly struggles from identity issues which seem to be magnified by living in a society where beauty and appearance is everything. However, just be honest.
I hate there’s young girls, particularly black ones, that watch her videos and become insecure about not being accepted in Korea because they aren’t light skin or racially ambiguous like Megan is. I am sure she has always had identity issues being a black girl with Eurocentric features in a black family that looks black but damn, Korea has REALLY changed her. I can’t be the only one who has these types of sentiments towards Megan. I am not even mad at her, I just pity her because you can’t tell she’s really a sweet girl but I am not here for her fake YouTube persona. What do y'all think of her? You’re free to have a different opinion than mine tbqh but I can’t stand her. And no I am not salty or hating, I am just calling it the way I and many others, including several black people who have lived in Korea, see it.
[At the Final Dead Room] Nagito: Oh good, that’s really what the day needed, dying cold and alone in a crappy room! Monomi: Well, you’re not alone. I’m still here. Nagito: And the good news just keeps coming! Monomi: Look, do you wanna keep giving me shit, or do you wanna work out a way out of here? Nagito: Oh, don’t think I can’t do both. I am quite the multitasker.