this is clearly something they did themselves

I want to see someone look at sana the way sana looked at noora when she knew something was wrong. I want someone to educate themselves and apologize to sana the way sana did when she found out about isak and even. I want someone to comfort sana the way sana comforted vilde when she was too nervous to speak clearly. I want sana to be loved and understood in the same way she has never failed to make the people she cares for feel loved and understood.

counterpunches  asked:

I would like to hear the story of how you slept under the christmas tree

so i immigrated to the US at age 9, right, and one of the first things my family did was join the local Chinese church. as far as the whole “figuring out how to do things so we no longer have to live in the back shed of Uncle Joe’s* Magic Emporium” thing goes, it’s a pretty sound strategy! now we had people to teach my dad how to drive and give us old furniture and say “hey, Seattle is pretty rainy maybe you should rent an apartment-like space before either a) the shed roof caves in b) your daughter with the famously delicate constitution falls dramatically ill from a strain of black mold or possibly herpes”

*is not my uncle, that’s what his store was called. he sold magic gadgets and my dad knew him because???? possibly in a past life they ran a meth empire in Albuquerque, who knows

ANYWAY. thanks to the church i did not fall dramatically ill from black mold or possibly herpes, but there was an unforeseen factor in joining a Christian church, which was that they? were pretty hardcore? about Jesus?**

**in a nice “we build houses for the homeless” way, not in…the other way

given that we’d just immigrated and that China’s religious policy is worshiping Mao’s preserved corpse ehhhhh…let’s call it “freedom of atheism,” my family was decidedly not hardcore about Jesus. my parents mostly took the bemused “i guess Jesus is okay since he indirectly led to us living in a place suited for human habitation” route, but i

was

DISGUSTED.

i was the first kid in my class to get her red scarf, okay, and when we sang the national anthem and saluted the flag every morning i fucking meant what i was singing. we almost didn’t come to America; my dad had more lucrative job offers in Germany and Belgium, but i put my foot down because everyone knows Europe is full of gross imperialists Dad, GOSH, and the Americans helped us fight off the Japanese.

so seeing all these fellow Chinese believing in THE CAPITALIST GOD was basically the worst thing to ever happen to my delicate psyche. my parents’ tacit approval was even worse: DID PATRIOTISM AND COMMUNISM MEAN NOTHING TO THEM? DIDN’T THEY KNOW THAT DOING NOTHING AGAINST OPPRESSION MADE THEM OPPRESSORS THEMSELVES??

clearly something needed to be done.

so because the church was pretty hardcore about Jesus, it was understandably also hardcore about Christmas. big party, massive intricately decorated REAL TREE, sleepover for the kids with presents in the morning—you name it. everyone was going to be there.

WHAT A GREAT OPPORTUNITY TO PROVE TO EVERYONE HOW WRONG THEY ARE ABOUT JESUS.

my plan:

  1. sleep UNDER the giant real Christmas tree: y’know, the one with real pointy needles reaching all the way down to the base? that sheds? with lots of pokey tinsel?
  2. catch Jesus in the act of depositing presents***: look. i’d seen like, ALL of Scooby Doo by this point. i knew Jesus was probably a real person, just not the Son of God.
  3. subdue Jesus so he’s still around when everyone else wakes up: CLEARLY VERY FEASIBLE, given that Jesus was a heavyset white dude who used superhuman agility and strength to deliver presents around the world overnight and possibly had reindeer minions and i weighed 70 pounds at most while sopping wet.
  4. (who is Santa Claus?? who cares)
  5. ????
  6. EVERYONE MAGICALLY BECOMES AN ATHEIST AGAIN, AMERICA BECOMES A COMMUNIST STATE

***even if i didn’t believe in him, why was i slavishly devoted stopping a highly altruistic man who gave? people? presents? did i hate joy????

sure enough, at around 3 in the morning i heard soft boots approaching the tree. i reached out and snatched one of the Ankles of Jesus

—whereupon Youth Pastor Liao screamed “OH MY LORD” and kicked me in the face.

and THAT, dear friends, is how i spent my first Christmas in America with a concussion.

Way Better than Bumble (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Hi loves! Another Unbeta’d fluffy request fill for anon who wanted “request about reader is Garcia’s close friend and she sees the team out for drinks or something and she goes up to Garcia’s and gets introduced to the team & hits it off with Reid.” Hope you enjoy it! xx 


You tousled with your hair one last time before you grabbed your keys, thinking that it was as good as it was going to get (a conclusion you had to make each time you got ready to go out, if you were being honest). Half of you was excited at the prospect of meeting this guy from Bumble, but another half hated this. You and Michael had hit it off well enough on the app, he was good at keeping up conversation without being pushy or getting weird, but there was an awkwardness that you couldn’t shake. You didn’t even tell you best friend Penelope about the date, afraid to look desperate - or that Pen would try and set you up herself.

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Theory on Fall Out Boy’s new purple album concept and its trailer.

I’ll just share it here because I’m currently watching the video on a loop and these insane theories keep poppin’ in my head, so I need to share one of them, the one it makes the most sense to me.

The video starts with a logo from a company called “Mania”. We already saw this name on the first cryptic video FOB posted along with movie theater addresses. Here we see “Mania Beach Resorts”, while we saw “Mania Entertainment Group” on the other one.
You can look it up on Google, and you’ll see that this company does not exist, thus, it’s fictional, created for concept purposes. I imagine this just like MCR created the Better Living Industries for Danger Days’ concept. But we’ll get to that.
Then, we can hear a whistling happy song while the video shows a happy couple on a beach, with a marriage proposal and three kids running towards the water on a pier. Everything seems perfect so far. Then, the image closes to a striking thunder lightning and a tidal wave hitting a rock really hard while the image turns purple. Then, “Fall Out Boy 27-4-2017” shows up and the image is shut down after some people running from or towards something on the beach with a really strong noise.

First of all, let’s understand the meaning of the color purple, so the theory can make a little bit more sense:
“The color purple is connected to the mystical world and it means spirituality, magic and mystery. The purple brings the sadness and introspection feeling. Stimulates the contact with the spiritual side, proportioning the purification of the body and mind, and being released by fears and other disturbances.”

Mania is an entertainment group that own, as far as we know, a beach resort where people have fun, enjoy their vacations and etc. They are evil. They control and possess the entertainment environment. Just like Better Living Industries did, in a worldwide mode, of course.
The company harms the hell out of the natural environment.  And, even not being showed on the video, it harms people’s lives. Mania has so much control that they are even displayed on the beginning of the trailer, like they possess it.  
They make it all seem okay, while it’s not. That’s the point of the video showing happy people at their installments, and then…

It’s a metaphor for the Noah’s Ark, on the Bible.  God created the humanity and was not glad with the path it was being taken, so he created a flood so all the humanity was extinguished.

As the color purple is connected to the mystical side, it gets revolted with the way this company has made the world become. Then, it turns against the men’s will and destroys everything. How? By colossal tidal waves. What does waves and water reminds you? Purification, which is one of the meanings of the color purple. The role of FOB on it, what the company did and how the nature acts is yet to be shown on the video, or as I believe, a series of videos, telling this story, just like The Young Blood Chronicles did.
In the end, we can see a group of people running towards or from something. They are running from the nature’s revolt.

Besides the album concept matter, we can relate this to Fall Out Boy’s story, while the fans are always pointing that they changed, they sold themselves out, and this album will be like “Hey guys! It’s not like that. We can do something different than what the industry wants. We are a fucking tidal wave and we will crush this shit down”. I can hear Pete saying that clearly in my mind.

Well guys, you can share your opinions, I’ll be glad to hear it. Thanks for reading it!

x

Werewolves and $500 Heels || Kol M.

2. “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

Requested by @sleepy-stilinski-24


“Why are we going through tunnels?” I asked Kol, trying not to step in sewer water. This was not what I imagined when my boyfriend told me we were going out.

“Because we’re going to terrorize some wolves.” He stated.

“Well there isn’t much to terrorize, seeing as they live in a sewer, they already torture themselves.” I said, disgusted by my surroundings. “What are we going to do anyways? And what’s the point of this?”

“They have something of mine.”

“And that is?” I questioned.

“A dark object I created and they plan on using it.” Kol said, clearly pissed.

“What does it do?”

“You can control the mind with it, all you need is a witch.”

“Wait, why did you create that if you can already control anyone you’d like with compulsion?” I asked, instantly confused.

“Because, I still wouldn’t be able to compel anyone with vervain in their system. With this, nothing can protect you from its control.” He admitted, chills went down my spine, I knew Kol had created quite a few dark objects, but this dark?

“Do you know what the wolves are planning to use it on?” I asked, the possibilities running rampant in my mind.

“No idea, but it can’t be good.” We finally came up to what looked like a pallet, blood spatter here and there.

“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.” I said, getting a bad feeling about this as we went deeper into the tunnel, signs of wild wolves getting more clear the further we got.

“Don’t worry princess, I won’t let the big, bad doggies get to you.” He said, teasing me. “And if you were to die, at least I’d still get to see your beautiful face.”

“Flattery won’t get you far, Kol.” I said as I avoided stepping on a dead rat. “I don’t mean any offense in this, but how can people live like this. I mean, I get it if you’re on the streets, but I’d still try to make my surroundings as pleasant as possible.”

“You’re just upset about your heels.” He said as if any of this didn’t bother him, and if it did he wasn’t showing it.

“Five hundred dollar heels, fuck yeah I’m upset.”

“Then why are you wearing them if you knew we were going out.” He stopped, disbelief on his face.

“Oh I don’t know, because I thought when you asked if I wanted to go out, you met a dinner or a party, not going after dogs in sewers, and lets not forget the object you created, can control anyone’s mind.” Before I could continue with my rant, a low growl ripped through the tunnels.

“Y/N!” Kol yelled, I turned around, and a werewolf was speeding at me, but Kol was quicker at reaching me. He pulled me behind him, grabbing the wolf by his snot, and elbowing him in the head. I looked around for a possible weapon as Kol fought with the wolf. I found a broken, wooden chair turned on its side, I run over to it, and kick a leg off.

I grabbed the broken leg, and sped over to the two, I jumped on top of the wolf, and shoved the leg in the side of it’s neck, knowing no bone or cartilage would get in the way there. The wolf lets out a howl, letting the others know something was wrong, as he falls.

Kol held out his hand, I took it. “Are you okay princess?” He asked as I fall into him.

“Yeah, you?”

“Yeah. Ready to kill some more werewolves, love?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be. And if I’m not dead by the end of this, you own me new heels, and a date.” I said, sadden that we didn’t go out for dinner or did couple like things, but mainly sad about my poor heels.

“Oh, don’t worry love, I’ll take you on the greatest date you’ve ever been too, and get you even better heels.” I kissed him on the cheek.

“Why thank you, now just don’t let me die.”

“Wouldn’t even think about it.” He smiled. “Now let’s go, before we’re controlled by a bunch of wolves.”


I’m sorry that this is bad

Masterlist || Prompt List

Rasūl Allah ﷺ said, the Ummah is one body. When a part of it is in pain/oppressed, the other must feel the pain and respond to it. The “least” being a sincere prayer whenever you are in sujood, best during the last third of the night.

When Rasūl Allah ﷺ lived for this ummah then how can we who claim to be his followers not do anything for this Ummah? Are we truly his followers?!

Many Muslims today tend to turn a blind eye on the actions of the disbelievers in Darul Islam but seem to very active and defensive when it comes to something the Muslims did only to defend themselves.
Ask yourself, are we Muslims not allowed to defend and fight for our brothers and sisters? Our lands? Our religion?

My beloved Prophet ﷺ never taught me to be quiet when my innocents are being murdered and raped unjustly. Let alone “blending in” with the disbelievers and adopting their man-made laws, culture and religious norms, he clearly ordered us to fight any disbeliever until the religion is purely for Allah. If not, they should pay jizyaa (tax) but live under the Law of Allah with peace.

I do not know of this new version of Islam people nowadays speak of? Are you trying to tell us that the Islam that Rasūl Allah ﷺ brought to us wasn’t Perfect? And that it should be reformed? No, by Allah, we are proud of Islam, everything mentioned in the Quran, the methods and the actions of Rasūl Allāh ﷺ and the Sahaba رضي الله عنهم. We will not change or reform anything and we cannot. The one who plans to do so or does is an apostate and not from amongst us.

anonymous asked:

It's so painful seeing Ren cry, I know he messed up his re evaluation video but he sang the song so well in the practice. I'm confused as to the reason behind Ren being in F but Baekho remaining in D when both didn't complete the video and Baekho was shown to be struggling a lot with the dancing? I still can't quite like this show, the whole system is quite cruel BUT I can't stop watching because I love nu'est and now some of the other trainees too. I wish I could vote!! Ren don't give up!!

My heart did break when I saw our precious maknae shed tears; he works incredibly hard and contrary to popular belief, is actually quite self-conscious and expects a very high standard from himself. I think him having such a large international following puts added pressure on him to want to do well, and he has such big dreams. Moments like that make me wonder how often he feels like his knees will buckle under the weight of it all. He’s only ever shown a brave face. 

Mnet is definitely at fault for editing certain trainees/idols to look as though they did worse than they actually did or to cause confusion among viewers. They clearly have their favorites that they want to make to the final line-up, and thus there’s favoritism involved. However, with that being said, I have to say something. 

I wasn’t going to say anything about this before because our fandom doesn’t need discourse in it right now, but I am a little irritated by the way some people have responded to Ren’s rank last week and now this week. Namely in regards to Baekho ranking higher than him. I think some Ren fans need to ask themselves why it bothers them so much that Baekho is ranking higher than Ren, and yet they make no mention of Minhyun or JR in their complaints. It’s as if people are offended that Baekho, who is almost always on the bottom, is outranking Ren. 

Obviously I have nothing against either Ren or Baekho; I love them both quite dearly and want to see them both succeed, but there has been a real trend going on in this fandom as though they expect Baekho to stay in his place at the bottom and that Ren should always remain at the very top, and should it ever not be this way, clearly something unjust has happened. A lot of you need to ask yourselves why you respond this way, because in my opinion, it’s not something to be proud of. Just be glad that our boys are in the top twenty, and don’t act as if it’s so insulting for one to shine a little brighter every once in a while. They are all talented in their own ways and are capable of ranking highly. Yes, even Baekho. My heart breaks to think how he’d feel if he could see the way some people have responded to him for once not being at the bottom. 

I understand that tensions are high right now, I get it I really do, but don’t let it make you do or say rather ugly things. Support all four of our boys equally, please. 

Yuuri and Grief/Loss as it Applies to his Career (and Victor)

Following my Victor and Grief post, here is a look at Yuuri’s perspective to his feelings of grief and loss surrounding his own career. Unlike Victor whose perspective we didn’t get until later episodes, Yuuri’s has been laid bare for us since episode 1. We’ve gotten the chance to hear his thoughts in specific moments and watch his evolution throughout the course of the show.

So one thing that I think will come as a surprise to absolutely no one is that he has been grieving over the loss of his career since episode 1. And added to that is that he accepted this loss by the time episode 12’s hotel scene rolled around.

Let’s take a moment to quickly review what kinds of loss Yuuri has been working through.

In the interest of not repeating a huge chunk of text that I already described at the beginning of my Victor post, I’m going to point you to it here and only describe the portions here that apply to Yuuri.

The type of loss that Yuuri works through during the show would fall under the category of Anticipatory Loss. In short, this is the anticipation of loss, regardless of whether the loss will actually come to pass or not. Victor says “I’ll get you gold at the GPF” but never actually states during the entire show that his coaching and time with Yuuri will end there. That interpretation of his words is entirely on Yuuri’s end. Yuuri then spends a lot of time convincing himself that he is going to lose Victor when there’s been no confirmation on whether that will actually happen or not.

The impact of Yuuri’s loss very clearly falls under the category of Compound Loss. It’s easy enough to see that through losing his career he feels like he is going to lose a lot more (the future tense and focus on how he feels about it are important as his loss is about something he feels he is going to lose in the future). He would be losing his role, identity, direction, and more. But most importantly he’d be losing his relationships, both with his friends/fellow skaters (Phichit for example) as well as with Victor, both before he knew him (he’d lose his chance to ever get to know him in any capacity) and after (he’d lose the relationship he had grown with him as a person and not just a skater).

As you can see, none of that really comes as a surprise because Yuuri himself has basically told us as much. So let’s get into the 5 stages and see where they play in.

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Courage

I hope requests aren’t piling up and overwhelming you just yet. Haha. Could I request a scenario where Newt and the reader have feelings for each other and everyone can clearly see it, including themselves, but they just never get around to admitting it but they’re still fluffy and adorably couple-like (ex. holding hands, playing with each other’s hair, sneaky kisses)? Thank you very much! :)

A/N: im so horrible at following the prompt sorry :P i did get a bit carried away😂 

Warnings: Fluff


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Originally posted by hardyness

Everyone was over at the Goldsteins’ for Thanksgiving. Newt had decided to surprise the sisters by coming back from England, but that wasn’t the only reason he came. Y/N, a beautiful, kind, intelligent girl who he had fancied for quite some time was currently staying at the sisters’ flat- er, apartment. She was the only thing he regretted leaving behind when he left New York. He had decided to surprise her as well, with something a little extra than just showing up at the apartment.


Currently, Newt was walking up the stairs to get to the door of the apartment, carrying nothing but his briefcase and a new pocket watch. He didn’t want to be late for the get-together, especially when he was trying to impress you. Jacob had told him what time they were all meeting, though it was hard for him to keep it from Queenie for obvious reasons. As he reached the 3rd floor, he spotted their door and hurried over. He hesitated before he knocked. What if they didn’t want to see him? What if they would get mad at him for popping in uninvited? 


Newt took in a shaky breath and rapped his knuckles on the wooden door. There was a delay between his knock and an answer, presumably because they had all been preparing tonight’s meal. When the door opened, however, he was met with a glorious sight. There you stood, wearing a short coral dress that Queenie had made, looking beautiful as ever. Your eyes lit up as soon as you saw the man, and you ran over to hug him.


“Newty!” You exclaimed, wrapping your arms around his neck.


“S-still keeping the pet names, I-I presume.” Newt stammered, returning the gesture. You pulled away from him to examine his face.


“Crashing Thanksgiving dinner, I see.” You said, raising an eyebrow.


Newt could only divert his gaze to the ground. You laughed and grabbed his hand as you led him inside. The sisters’ attention was currently focused on their cooking, but Jacob smiled as you came in. He noticed the both of you were holding hands, and gave Newt a thumbs’ up in approval. Newt could only blush and look the other way. When the sisters finally did notice the two of you, they had already set the food on the table, waiting for you.


“Mr. Scamander!” Tina greeted, putting her hand on her hip. “How nice of you to join us!”


“Ah, so that’s what Jacob was hiding from me.” Queenie teasingly pouted, looking at Jacob. He could only smile in response.


“W-well yes, ah-I mean I was-er, hoping to.. s-surprise you! Yes, that’s it!“ Newt sputtered, an unconvincing grin on his face.


“You know I can read minds, Mr. Scamander..” Queenie reminded him, only taking a moment to glance at you. Newt looked down at the floor, rocking back and forth on his heels.


“Ah, bugger that.” You said, squeezing Newt’s hand before going to sit down at the table. “There’s an extra chair in the corner for you to pull up at the table.”
Newt smiled at you before going to fetch the chair. Neither of you noticed the questioning glances exchanged by the others.


Currently, you were down in Newt’s briefcase after stuffing yourself to your limit. You had intended on feeding Frank, the thunderbird, but you both decided on observing the animals instead. You currently sat together in front of a stunning waterfall, Newt’s head in your lap as you played with his hair. Many exotic birds flew above your head, as you recall Newt naming them tumbaliks. You two were very content in each other’s arms, not wanting to be anyplace else.


“Newty, what’s that one called?” You asked, pointing to a beast that looked like a human, only with a slightly larger nose and limbs.

“That my dear, is a Pukwudgie.” He explained while sitting up, eyes gleaming. “They are very rare creatures. I found this one in New Zealand.”


Ah. New Zealand. You were reminded that his stay wouldn’t be permanent; he had mentioned more than once that he was leaving in a matter of days. Your happy mood was instantly dampened, which was immediately noticeable by Newt. He turned to face you, as you looked down at the ground, a certain glint in your eyes that was all too familiar to him. He sighed, lifting his hand to your face. Lightly grasping your chin with his fingertips, he tilted your chin upwards to face him.


“Hey,” He spoke in a hushed tone, tenderness showing in his glistening eyes. “You’re n-not sad about me leaving, are you?”


“Hm,” you grunted, looking away. “I suppose it’s not impossible.”


Looking back into his eyes, you saw his gaze falter as he reached for something in his pocket. You became curious as to what he had hidden in his jacket. His cheeks became visibly redder as he pulled out an object- some sort of paper. Scratching the back of his neck, he handed you the object as he looked to the side. You gently took it from his hands, the words on it becoming now visible to your eyes.


“Royal Ferry.. admission for on- NEWTON!”


“I-I-uh- well y-you s-see I thought I’d- I mean you’d like it, I-I mean a-after all this rhyme- t-time-”


“No, no.. this is, perfect.” You said, cutting him off.
“I’ve always wanted to travel the world, a-and now I get to do it with you!” You said, beaming.


He smiled down at you lovingly, pressing a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose, causing the both of you to blush a bright red. You grinned uncontrollably, bringing the poor man into a bear hug and toppling into the water. Shrieking, you jumped at the sensation of the cold water, only to find yourself completely soaked. You sat up, finding that your eyes had been temporarily blinded by the change in atmosphere. You squinted, trying desperately to find Newt, only to be hauled out of the water and over his shoulder. He carried you under the waterfall as a series of shrieks and exclamations escaped your mouth. As he pulled you out of the water, you started to punch his back, ordering that he put you down, which earned a chuckle from him. He plopped you down in the water as you protested, looking at you as if to say, ‘I did what you told me to do.’


Grinning, you stood up and tackled Newt into the water. You never knew that he had a fun side in him. He playfully pushed you off of  his chest and threw off his trench coat, rolling up his white sleeves. You ran up to him, only to start tickling his sides mercilessly. As the two of you engaged in a full on tickle war, it seemed like you had drunken entire bottles of gigglewater. Eventually, Newt got fed up and wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you up and out of the water. As you laughed, you wrapped your legs around his waist and threw your head back, grinning like an idiot. 

Eventually, the two of you calmed down enough to where you could see the heat of the situation. After Newt awkwardly set you down with a red face, you tried to lighten up the mood by racing him back to the small cabin. You won, of course, getting a head-start after giving Newt a peck on the cheek and effectively stunning him for a few seconds. You and Newt counted that as one of the most hilarious days of your lives as you exited the briefcase, laughing like you two were schoolgirls. Neither you nor Newt dared speak about the embarrassing scene at the waterfall, brushing it off as if everything was fine. The only problem was, both of you knew that you had a mutual attraction, but neither had the courage to say it.

Intoxicated Love {Wonho Drabble}

59 (… or we could make out…) & 43 (Pick up lines only work when I’m drunk) with Wonho, thank you in advance💕

Note: You all need to stop with the Wonho requests, I’m having a hard time trying to stop him from wrecking me teehee~ (But srs, that blue and silver hair actually makes me feel things). I hope you enjoy this. I wasn't so sure I liked the way it turned out, but I haven’t posted in a few days, and I’m very sorry for that, I know I have quite a few requests I need to catch up on. Thank you all for being so patient with me, please enjoy this and have a good day wherever you are. Fighting~! Mami x

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Originally posted by kihqun

Warning: This one shot does include themes of alcohol and being under the influence (though no aggression is portrayed, swear words have been used for comical use.) Read to your own expense.

Your blood coursed through every inch of your skin, intoxication of alcohol coursing alongside. You giggled at something Wonho had said, it hadn’t been that funny, not really, but in such a state, you weren’t thinking clearly.

Wonho watched you, a similar state, but even so he was still admirable of you. He watched the way your lipstick coated lips parted with every giggle that slipped, and the way your carefully crafted eye makeup complimented the glint in your eye.

Even though Wonho’s affections didn’t alter while under the influence of alcohol, his brain did work in a different way, and like anyone else that found themselves completely hammered out of their usual rationality, he was spouting abnormalities.

“{y/n} I really wish I was toilet paper.” Wonho smirked, “That way, I’d be able to touch your arse.”

He looked smug, as if he had just expressed something completely intellectual.

You continued to giggle, even though you’d never react in such a fashion if you were clear headed. “Wonho-ah, pick up lines only work when I’m drunk.”

“You are drunk.” He responded, giggling along with you as you agreed.

“Okay, maybe I am. Just a little bit. But it’s not my fault! Kihyun should have never brought out the shots. You all know it’s my weakness. But either way, pick up lines don’t work on me if I’m drunk or sober.” For someone that was completely intoxicated, your words somehow managed to jumble out in perfect coordination.

Wonho seemed stumped, but then, he simply shrugged “Or we could just make out?”

You looked at him. In a sober state, your heart would have been racing, your cheeks pounding with heat in a crimson blush. But under such an influence, a false sense of confidence overtook, like the smirk that plastered across your face.

“Skip the talking, will you?”

He leaned across, pressing his lips against yours, grazing them so softly it regained consciousness in your mind somehow. You felt a little less out of it, but there was still enough to keep you going, to keep your confidence enough to get you through the kiss. But as he pulled away, a smack of actualisation suddenly hit you.

“Let’s always do things like this, {y/n}, because I fucking love you, you know?” Wonho slurred, putting his arm across your shoulders.

“Oh yeah? A sober confession would be much more romantic” you teased.

“I’d never do it sober, I don’t have the guts. But when I’m drunk? Well, don’t they say you’re the most truthful under the influence of a bit of alcohol?”

You smiled, leaning into his embrace because there was a confession.

You weren’t sure if he would remember this by tomorrow, or how hazy your own mind would be, but for now, you clung onto the moment, knowing that right now, you’d settle for a little bit of intoxicated love.

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Soma, Sebastian, Claude, Edward, and Ciel wake up to find their s.o. crying in the middle of the night (the s.o. still awake). They say they're crying because they don't feel like they deserve them as a partner. How will they react?

 //Alright, love :) Thanks for your request! Sorry this is so long. Enjoy//


Soma was generally a heavy sleeper, so it surprised him when the only thing that woke him was the slight shaking of his partner’s shoulders. Were they crying? Oh. Yes they were.

He softly put his hand on his partner’s shoulder, asking them if they were okay. His partner, seemingly shocked that he was awake, straightened up their shoulders and attempted to cease their sobbing. “Yes, I’m fine. I apologize for waking you. My allergies are acting up again,” they claimed, wearing a feigned look of annoyance. It was the oldest lie in the book, and Soma knew his partner like the back of his hand.

“You can tell me what’s bothering you, you know,” he gently stated, trying not to push any boundaries. However, their tears silently began streaming down their face, once more. Soma’s eyes widened. He hadn’t meant to make them cry.

“It’s just…” They started, struggling to find words. “You’re so nice, and handsome, and you know me so well. You’re so caring, and I’m… me. I’m not really any of those things, I’m–” They were cut off my Soma’s lips slamming against theirs–a fierce touch of absolute love and passion. Soma let some tears slip from his eyes as well–partially from his partner’s kind words toward him, and partially from their low opinion of themselves. It was neither happy nor sad crying, just emotional. Regardless, both parties’ tears mixed into the kiss, making it sloppy and chaotic, and somehow all the more endearing.

“Amazing,” Soma finished for them. “You’re amazing.”

—–

Sebastian was naturally a light sleeper, so the slightest sound from his s/o awoke him immediately. He instantly flew into a sitting position, latching one of his hands onto one of theirs, and asking them what was the matter. Were they hurt? What had happened?

He wasn’t expecting for his partner to tell him that they felt they weren’t good enough for him. What? That was utterly ridiculous. They were the best human of the entire species, the best thing in his life, and they felt inferior to him? A demon? Demons were such horrible creatures, at least to the human race. So why did his partner feel like he was so much better than them? Surely they couldn’t be so dense as to not see how lovely they are, could they?

He didn’t say anything as these thoughts went through his mind. After realizing that insecurity is just one of the many strange things of the human mentality, he would wrap his arms around his partner, giving them kisses on the forehead, down to the nose, and eventually the lips. He gently wiped their tears away, deciding he would do his best to convey his affection for them through physical actions, kissing his way down their neck, arm, and back up again. In between pecks, he would mumble phrases of love upon their skin, before moving to the next kiss. After countless minutes of “I love you’s” and “You’re so beautiful’s” being spoken to them, he would make his way back up to their lips, kissing them deeply. Tonight he was going to show them just how amazing they really are.

—–

It was rare that Claude ever actually slept while his s/o did. He preferred to lie awake and watch them in awe as their facial expressions changed according to their dreams. The two rarely got any time to spend alone, as Alois was so demanding, so Claude preferred to cherish any time he had with them, even while they were sleeping.

Because of this, he was a bit surprised when they sat up in bed. That was peculiar. He hadn’t thought they were awake, and they rarely got up before morning after falling asleep. Regardless, he figured he had better pretend not to be awake, and closed his eyes. However, that plan went out the window as soon as he heard his partner sobbing. What happened?

He opened his eyes and sat up, calmly asking his partner what was wrong. They were hardly in a state to answer, hysterically sobbing and breathing rapidly. It broke Claude’s heart to see them like this. What could be so wrong that it had caused them to react this way?

Between their broken sentence fragments of an explanation, he was able to put together what they meant. And it wasn’t exactly an outrageous thought–they were only human, after all. However, he could never say this to them, and opted for a softer approach instead. He wrapped his arms around his partner, pulling them to his chest, and silently rocked them back and forth, the way a mother would to her child. They both stayed there like that for hours, until his partner’s sobs ceased and they just rested their head on his chest, the occasional hiccup escaping their mouth. It was really a shame he’d have to tend to Alois in a short while, all Claude wanted to do was stay there and hold his s/o.

—–

Edward was shocked when he had been awoken by the movement of the bed. However, that wasn’t near as shocking as what had caused the movement.

His partner was crying? Because of him? Well, it wasn’t exactly because of him, but in Edward’s mind, it might as well have been.

It was a partner’s duty to make sure their s/o felt loved, and wanted, and especially sufficient. And he had failed to do so.

He slowly brought his partner to his chest, while resting his head atop theirs, and lacing their fingers together. The guilt overwhelmed him. Why hadn’t he noticed how his partner was feeling before? Surely this wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment thing. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

His partner raised their head from his chest. “You’re sorry? Why?” His lover’s expression was one of confusion.

“I’m sorry for not showing you how lovely you are. I’m sorry for not telling you everything that is so amazing about you. I’m sorry for not doing my job.”

This, in turn, made his partner get teary eyed all over again, a flash of guilt crossing their features. They hadn’t meant for him to feel this way, Edward knew that, yet here they were. They both opted to lie back down, holding each other even closer than before. Edward guessed they both needed to work on showing their affection more often.

—–

Ciel was alarmed and immediately on guard when he woke up to his partner’s sobbing. He had half a mind to reach for his gun, but decided he’d better ask his partner what was wrong first. After hearing, he was glad he hadn’t grabbed the gun.

The fact that they felt the way they did appalled him. No one had ever felt that way toward him before, especially not to the extent that his partner did. Why would they think he was so much better than them? He very clearly was not. However, the fact that they thought so, even after knowing his past made his heart swell in love and pride. He had a phenomenal lover.

He explained to his s/o how amazing they were, talking on and on about his favorite things about them. Although, he wasn’t prepared for his partner’s reaction–they had burst back into tears, throwing themselves into his arms, and crying into his neck.

What had he done? Had he said something wrong? When asked these questions, his partner could only halfway reply, their sentences broken up by sobs and hiccups.

“It’s… just… you’re so… understanding, and… you… just don’t know… how perfect… you… are.”

Ciel blushed at this. Oh. So he didn’t say anything wrong. He calmly held his lover as they sobbed into his neck, murmuring soft “I love you’s” into their ear. He would have to show them how much he appreciates them a bit more often.


(Sebastian’s got vaguely smutty, oops).

anonymous asked:

to be fair, thinking Cas/Kelly is going to happen doesn't mean will be endgame/positive. If Cas stays on the baby kool-aid +next season is about the nephilim moral greyness they have Cas/Kelly continuing in their shared story to fight for the child against Lucifers+Heavens plans for it and there is an easy set up a short lived romance between them getting closer, alone in sharing/understanding the same purpose/faith etc. yes it wont be permanent, thats not why i worry its that i want it AT ALL

I get that, but it still doesn’t seem like something that will happen. I mean, whatever power the Nephilim has over Kelly and Cas, they also seem like themselves, if it makes sense. If the Nephilim was 100% evil and/or had had complete power over Cas, Sam and Dean would be dead, since they are clearly a threat to him. Instead, Cas healed Dean before driving off - I think we can assume he did that of his own volition. And, it wouldn’t be in the Nephilim’s interest to make Cas and Kelly develop some kind of bond with each other, anyway, because in case of danger, the priority (for both of them) must be to protect the Nephilim himself, not each other. The only thing - narratively - that would support the creation of some kind of romantic relationship between the two of them is so they can play it to make Dean jealous, which is why, if the Nephilim survives the season finale, yes, I do expect some ambiguous ‘the female is waiting for me in the car’ moments so they can get a reaction shot of Dean looking constipated and upset and ready to shoot someone. But to actually have Cas and Kelly kiss, or share a bed…I don’t know. There seems to be no point to it, and it would be wildly out of character for both of them. After all, if they wanted Cas to develop a relationship with anyone who’s a) a woman and b) shares his worries and faith or whatever, they would have had the perfect chance to make it happen with Hannah - and they chose not to. Which spoke volumes, considering she basically took off all of her clothes in front of him (I know from RL conversations with male friends that most of the time they will have sex with someone in a situation like that, even if they don’t like the person, because boobs and also it’s very awkward and unmanly and unkind to say No thank you to a girl who’s just undressed for you, so it was significant, really, that they had Cas decline Hannah’s offer). 

So, I don’t know - let’s not worry until we have to?

anonymous asked:

Hello. Because you have done a lot of translating, consumed a lot of bts media, and are more aware of the subtleties of their speech, I was wondering if you have ever shared your opinion of the members' personalities individually. Maybe how they express themselves differently or just their personalities individually. Did anything interesting become apparent to you along the way? If you haven't, is that something you would be interested in doing? I love your posts and I'm curious what you think.

maybe one day i’ll answer this, but not now, sorry. i’m not good with expressing my thoughts with words and last time i answered my observation of their speech patterns, someone screencapped it and posted on twitter saying i’m a native speaker, which i’m clearly not. it bothers me when people spread false infos. i can share some of my observation about their writing habits if you want.

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Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

TenxReader (requested)

Genre: angsty I didn’t mean for it to get this sad I swear

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: alludes to reader cheating (don’t cheat, kids!) 

A/N So like, the anon who requested this didn’t specify which genre they wanted who am I kidding, it was a ‘first kiss’ request, they probably wanted fluff so I decided to add my own artistic kinda depressing flare to it. I hope you enjoy reading it nonetheless! And if you don’t, my ask box is always open lol~ 


“Ten, you’ve got to stop doing this”.

“Well, you’re here aren’t you?”

“If you’re going to be an asshole about this, then I’m leaving”.

That shut him up. He tucks his hands in his coat pockets, the cold winter night drawing out a swirl of breath from his mouth. It’s 2am on a Thursday, and you hate yourself for leaving your warm apartment just to see Ten. He looks at you through his lashes, blinking as he thinks about what to say. But he seems to bury it in his head as he says “Let’s go somewhere warmer” whilst motioning for you to follow him. 

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Writer’s Rants: Description

         So I’ve been getting a lot of requests to make another rant, but since there really aren’t any other books out there that make me angry enough to write a scathing three page essay on, I figured I can simply rant about writing, i.e., what works and what doesn’t work. For this particular piece, I’ll discuss an aspect of storytelling that is really important to me, a thing that is very, very hard to do well: description, especially description of characters. Buckle up and prepare for learning—this is how to write descriptively.

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Kiss it all better, I’m not ready to go. :: AU || @steelbonesandbighearts

          Peter hadn’t visited for quite some time…

          Which was unusual, if he had to be perfectly honest with himself. The boy was usually around nearly constantly, even tagging along with him to meetings to demand he be recognized as a country. In his childish way, as the boy was still just that. A boy. At least, in physical appearance and mental state. Compared to a lot of the nations around him, the boy was barely a few days old. But that didn’t stop him from pestering others and trying to regain the recognition. He was glad the boy was so persistent, so lively and yet so kind all at the same time. He was proud, that was for sure.

         But when the boy was not answering him and avoiding him like this, it wasn’t giving him a good feeling.. Not at all. He’d been avoiding Finland as well, and that worried his ‘wife’, as well as himself. He’d finally managed to get it out of England that the boy was doing the same to him but seemed to know why but was too intimidated to tell him… He felt like something HAD to be going on then.

         Once he had a free few days, the swede arranged a ship to take him to Sealand from England’s nearest dock. He’d managed to catch a plane to England, as he usually was running around for business quite frequently. Setting sail on the small little boat, he ignored most of what the ship’s captain said, babbling on like lonely sailors did of course. It briefly reminded him of his sea days, but with less… motor and constant speed. He tried to be some help with the conversation, but it wasn’t much help. Until of course the man started asking him if he was going to ‘see it for himself’. What did he mean exactly, see it for himself? See what?

         After an intimidating questioning of what the man meant, he simply answered that he’d have to see for himself. He wasn’t content with this answer… but he couldn’t force it out of the human either. So he grumbled, glaring all the way until the old seafort came into view. He couldn’t see any difference at first… Until they got closer to the massive pillars that made up most of the living space for the human residence of the fort.

         To his horror, the military sea fort had seemed to have cracked, losing some of the stone on it’s pillars. Some metal from it’s top haul was misplaced from what he last saw… It wasn’t completely clear just how much damage was done, but clearly something had happened. He silently cursed that English fool for not telling him about this sooner… But then again, the other had been quite intimidated, maybe he didn’t even know himself…. So he reserved his judgement on the other for now, allowing the human to pull closer to the fort.

          He had sent word to the humans at Sealand that he was coming, so the humans knew about his approach. But Peter himself did not… He wasn’t aware of this however, as maybe the humans themselves whom lived on Sealand wanted him to come. The boy refused to let anyone see him, so they wanted him to come by surprise. Maybe Sweden could help them with financial support to rebuild Sealand. However, things were not that simple for just himself… He glanced up at the massive structure for a moment, waiting for Sealand to react and allow him to come up. This was a surprise, but he had been to Sealand many times before.

epimeral  asked:

Have you ever had an issue where one of your birds is bullied out of the flock? Not physically attacked but still part of the flock (I assume she's too bulky), but clearly Not Welcome and kept a few feet away at all times?

The only one I have close to that is the little bantam frizzle lady I have, who never made friends with anyone. No one really chases or harasses her but no one is her friend either. I think she likes it better that way though, she is not very personable to the others.

But, what you’re describing isn’t uncommon across fowl. There’s not really much you can do about it though- the birds determine the pecking order and if someone did something to get themselves cast out, you’re not going to convince the rest otherwise. As long as no one is getting hurt, it’s not really a problem.

Gravity Falls Drabble

This kinda came about because @saisai-chan mentioned how Ford’s hair has an upward floof to it post-portal. @howtotrainyournana and I thought the idea was hilarious and decided to take it a step further…and I kinda wrote a funny little thing for kicks. It’s based off the idea that Ford’s hair gets even more floofy when he’s startled…so what would it look like if he’s especially jumpy?

A Little Extra Floof

The first time that Stan saw his brother’s hair explode was after Weirdmageddon.

It had been a bit of a restless night for the both of them, what with the nightmares that seemed to plague them both. At least the sea had been calm, so they were both able to get at least a little sleep regardless of what triangle-themed death night terrors snuck in during the night.

Stan awoke from his after his brother had already stepped out. A hand stumbled for his glasses and he squinted at the clock that was hanging on the wall.

“Can’t these things wake me up at six instead of goddam four in the morning?” Stan scowled as he stumbled out of his bunk, feeling around for a coat or something that he could wear over his undergarments. Eventually, he managed to find a black trench coat that Ford had insisted on getting him because of the colder weather, and he threw it on before making his way out onto the deck.

Ford was standing near the bow of the ship, next to the wheel. Stan noticed that the sun was peeking over the horizon and cursed it for being an early riser before heading over to where Ford was standing. Something about the calm morning and the cold, slick deck caused Stan to step lightly and grit his teeth a bit, wishing he’d actually thought of pulling on some slippers or something.

“Hey, Sixer,” Stan called over. “What was –“

FWOOMP.

Stan stopped short, blinking at his brother as Ford turned sharply to look at him with wide eyes that almost made him look more like a startled animal.

Ford blinked a couple times, then relaxed his shoulders as he let out a sigh of relief. “Stanley, you startled me.”

Stan blinked, his eyes moving up to Ford’s hair. He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I can tell.”

Ford raised an eyebrow at his twin’s statement, then noticed where Stan’s eyes were looking. Instantly, his arms were up over his head, desperately trying to push down the gray afro that his hair had suddenly turned into.

A deep scowl formed on Ford’s face as a low growl slipped out of his throat. “I thought I had this under control.”

“Well, clearly you don’t.” An amused grin was starting to creep across Stan’s face. “What, did you get mixed with a cat or something?”

Stanley.” Ford’s voice came out as a hiss, which only made Stan’s grin widen. “Stop it. Let’s go back inside before you get frostbite.”

Stan’s grin didn’t leave his face as he and Ford went back inside the cabin and warmed themselves up and set about to making breakfast. Ford was still attempting to push down his hair, and it finally cooperated when he brandished his brush.

“So, what’s the story with that?” Stan nodded to Ford’s head as Ford sat down and started eating his breakfast. “I don’t remember you being able to do that before.”

Ford paused, a piece of pancake nearly in his mouth. He carefully put it back on his plate and sighed irritably. “It’s something that developed during my time on the other side of the portal. A ‘danger sense,’ I suppose you could say.”

“Danger sense, huh? Is that why your hair was more…oh, what’s the word Mabel used – floofy than it was?”

Ford sighed again. “Yes, I suppose you could say that. I had thought that I could keep it under control, but it seems that I’m in the wrong on that.” He ran a hand through his hair, trying to push it down into a hairstyle that resembled what it had been thirty-some years ago, but it simply bounced back up. “Hopefully, it won’t cause us to gain any unwanted attention in the future.”

“With all the danger we’re probably going to get into, Poindexter?” Stan gained a wide grin and chuckled darkly. “Might as well use you as a danger beacon on this ship or something.”

“Stanley!”

“What?” Stan shrugged. “It was just a suggestion.”

“Which we will not be taking.” Ford shot Stan a glare, then finished his breakfast quickly. “And I would appreciate it if you didn’t sneak up on me like that again.”

Unfortunately, Ford’s hair wasn’t planning on cooperating, because the next time that they were ambushed by some horrid sea monster (seriously, what was up with all the kraken or whatever they were attracting?), his hair promptly exploded again.

Stan made sure that he had the camera on him so that he could send a picture of Ford’s sudden afro-attack back to Mabel. She would definitely get a kick out of this.

anonymous asked:

I found an anole lizard inside my house about an hour ago and caught it, then put it outside on a bush. It was very pale and very skinny. Did I do the right thing, or should I have given it water/put it somewhere better? The poor thing clearly had been trapped in the house for a little while, and now I'm scared I did something wrong to make its life worse.

I think you did the right thing letting it go. It’s got a chance to calm down and find food for themselves now, but keeping it indoors longer trying to give it water or get it to eat would probably have just stressed it out more! Wild animals usually despise help so since this guy wasn’t obviously injured, just putting him out was the quickest way to give him a break from his problems.

Their appearance might not have been as bad as you think, either. Anoles usually aren’t very chubby lizards to begin with - It’s not unusual to see some ribs on them, particularly when they’re flexing or breathing hard (like a lizard freshly captured!) since they are lithe lizards built for speed. The color may have been due to the lizard being near shedding, or again, fear.

Overprotective Husband

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Sent in by: @khagy16

I hope this will be to your liking, dear <3

The day had started off as any normal day - you checked it everything was alright, if the visitors needed anything or if there had been any lost and founds. Claire, a good friend of yours, had told you that her nephews would arrive that very day.

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