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Tomatoes and Eggs

It’s weird, really, how suddenly it hits him.

The dining hall opened its Chinese food station for the first time since he moved to Samwell, and even though Chris has spent over ten years going to mediocre Chinese buffets with his friends, even though they always laughed about the inauthentic buffet food but ate it and loved it anyways, even though he should be used to being Chinese but American but both but neither, today he sits down between Dex and Nursey, picks up his fork, and thinks NO.

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the problems of a son

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst

Words Count: 1.021

Author’s Note: I love myself for this. I love when I see a gif and click! I get the idea! I hope you like this!
P.s. thank you to my best friend, @hotwinchester for helping me in the correction. You’re the best!

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I go into the kitchen to get something to drink, when I see Dean sitting on the floor near the kitchen, with a beer in his hands. He approaches the bottle to his lips and takes a sip, then put it down. On his legs he placed a small wooden box, with photographs inside.
“Dean,” I whisper his name, but he hears me, and turns his face toward me. No smile, no words. Only his sad face, for how things went with his mother.
Mary is ‘returned’ from the dead by only a few days, and has already decided to ‘give up’ on Sam and Dean. She decided to leave, to put in order her thoughts.
I understand a little; It shouldn’t be at all easy to come back to life, and discover that your husband is dead, and that your children are no longer kids, but men.
Dean is destroyed by the decision of his mother, although of course, is not the type who talks a lot. He tries to pretend not to prove anything, but Sam and I both know that he feels 'abandoned’.
I approach him, hoping he wouldn’t send me away, and I support my hips to the kitchen. Without looking up, Dean wraps his arm around my right leg, massaging up and down.
“They are beautiful.. the photos.”
I feel him smile, while with his free hand Dean skims photos; We are all here. A photo depicts Sam and Dean smiling carefree; in another there are Dean, Sam and Bobby, propped the Impala.
I remember that picture, I have taken it. Another retracts me and Dean, I sat on his legs, while we laugh together; I had never seen.
The last picture that Dean takes in his hands, retracts a child with light brown hair, almost blond, and a woman at his side: they are Dean and his mother, at the time when he was a child; when the life of the Winchester family was.. normal.
Slowly I slip to the floor, and sit down close to Dean.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
I smile and I approach closer to him, leaning my head on his shoulder.
“No, it’s not true.”
Dean picks up the photos, and he places them in the box. Suddenly he extends his arm towards me, and wraps it around my waist, leaving me a kiss on the head.
I look up, and I try to look at his eyes, but he quickly turns around the other side.
“You know that she will come back, right?” I ask him, hoping that he finally look at me. He doesn’t do it; merely he nods to my question, unconvinced.
I approached my hand to his face, and I obliged to look at me; his eyes finally meet mine.
Maybe he will not say out loud what he feels, but his eyes say it all: they show a Dean in pieces, full of pain that he tries to hide the disappointment in his mother’s decisions, and, worst of all, the fear, that he had done something wrong. He did, or said something, which led Mary to her decision to leave.
“Dean, don’t do it. Don’t blame yourself for everything. Your mother is just.. confused. I know you hate the fact that she has decided to leave, and I know that you feel as if she has abandoned you. But it doesn’t. Put yourself in her shoes: John is dead, but she didn’t care, because he was in heaven with her, with you and Sam. Perhaps you think coming back to life has recovered you and your brother, and partly it is so. But in part also she lost her husband, and her children. The Dean child, and the baby Sam. Mary will come back to you, to you and Sam, and she will understand that her place in the world is with you.”
Dean smiles at me, continuing to remain silent; soon after pushing his weight forward and stands up, stretches out his arms to me, and clasping my hands in his, pulling me to himself, taking me in his toned arms.
“Sometimes I ask myself what I’d do without you.” suddenly he says; his words make me blush, and instinctively I look down watching our feet. Dean touches my chin with his fingers, and raise my face, bringing together our looks.
“You’re gorgeous, you know?”
I smile, while Deans is getting closer to me, until touch our lips.
I surround my arms around Dean’s neck, holding in fingers his soft hair. He puts his hands on my hips, and pushes me closer to the steel bar in the middle of the kitchen; Dean takes me in his arms, and makes me sit on the shelf, continuing to move his mouth on mine. We move away for a few seconds to breathe, then I sling back on his fantastic lips.
Anyone would like to kiss the lips of Dean Winchester. Dean himself would have kissed who knows how many women. But now, since we have a stable relationship, he is all mine; and I am his.
“Do you really think that she will be back? ..my Mom.” asks Dean after being turned away from me, the tone of his voice came back seriously.
“I think so. You and Sam are her sons. She would always love you.”
For a moment I see a Dean melancholic and serious, that of a few minutes ago. As he has done before me, I touch his face with fingers, and I obliged him to look at me.
“You know what? Drop her a message if you like.” I say to Dean, his eyes light up at once.
Before he does something 'stupid’, I keep talking.
“But not now.. maybe tomorrow. And.. one. Don’t be possessive.”
“I thought you liked when I am possessive with you.” He says, smiling again.
“Of course, with me.”
I smile, and I draw back to me, desirous of his soft lips.
“You know I love you, right?”
“And I love you, Dean Winchester.”


Tag: @hotwinchester
@doro7winchester 

That last scene with LMD!May and LMD!Coulson is hands down the one of the best scene in the series.

Clark and Ming-Na went all out with their acting and then, those lines from LMD May, whoa.

LMD May pretty much summed up the spirit of May’s character as it was written from day 1: she’s Coulson’s guardian angel, to keep him safe, to stop him when he’s gone astray, to be his support when he needs it.

And she’s 100% loyal to him. Not even the LMD version of Coulson can sway her.

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Dirk week day 3: AU! Please read Wondrous Adventures

I am still healing from my hand injury but I had to do at least ONE of the Dirk week days. WAOHEAS is like the best au/fanfiction out there? I would highly highly recommend it.

Also I imagined Heart very differently than how Anya drew him. I didn’t wanna post it because I didn’t want to somehow offend someone by not drawing the version of him in the story??? Whatever it’s Dirkweek I needed to post Dirk. If I offend someone i’ll take him down.

@dirkweek

@s-opal

Matsu Bros vs Hugging

Karamatsu: The best hugger, hands down. Can be a bit dramatic about it but if the situation’s serious, he can tone it down/turn it off. Knows exactly how tight to hold you, rubs your back, sometimes hums into your shoulder. Very good for hugs. 10/10 would recommend Kara Hugs.

Jyushimatsu: Very tight hugs. Has a tendency to pick you up and spin you around. Also has been known to throw people in the air and catch them. Very fun hugger, loves hugs a lot. Will let you cry on him while he hugs you.

Osomatsu: Pretty good at hugging. Usually kind of “bro-ish” about it. More likely to sling an arm over your shoulders than outright hug you. Has been known to try and cop a feel. If the situation is serious, he’s good at back pats and quiet hugs.

Todomatsu: Coy hugger. Plays it up as cutesy and innocent. Likes kissing your cheek and giggling. Doesn’t like tight hugs. He gets kind of awkward about hugging if the situation gets serious. However, if he’s the one crying, he demands hugs. Still, his hugs are soft. Not a bad hugger.

Choromatsu: Stiff hugger. Awkward. Fumbles with where to put his arms. Awkwardly pats your back and doesn’t know what to say. Means well, though.His hugs get better the more comfortable he is with you. Takes some time but if he warms up to you, his hugs may become slightly less stiff. Slightly.

Ichimatsu: Worst hugger. Does not do hugs. Usually ducks out of the way if someone tries to hug him. More likely to hug a cat. If you do get a hug from him it’s very light, trying to touch as little of you as possible. Breaks away as soon as possible. Won’t look you in the eye for a while after that.

Engraved pt. 9

Masterpost
<– Engraved 8 | ( Crowned 1 –> ) | Engraved 10 –>

Short: You’re a tattoo artist for a gang known as EXO who own a club down town. (read synopsis at masterpost)
Words: 5491
Warnings: Angst? hints? hmm not much? Filler, sorry, stay with me pls TT.TT
Pairings: D.O. x Reader, slight Kai X Reader, slight Chen X Reader
A/N: A little birthday present for the best unni @oh-beyond love ya ^_~ hope you enjoy, i’ll give you that lil extra later. 

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You connected your lips to his. He stirred, and you slid your hand into his hair at the back of his head, playfully tugging. You tilted you head, inching closer, sitting up on your knees. He had to lean his head back, but he responded, moving his lips against yours. Slowly, softly. His hands came up to your sides, sliding up to your waist, taking your tank top with them. The warm touch of his hands against your skin sent shivers down your spine. He thumbed the piercings at your hipbones, eliciting a noise from the back of your throat.
He pressed you closer, chest to chest, as he parted his lips a little further to suck at your bottom lip. The soft graze of his teeth against your skin made you want to get closer. The soft pressure of his piercing against your lips, his lips against your own. 

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Story time: I went to the preschool after my classes for work yesterday. I get to the three year old room, and they’ve already had snack and have started to play. One of the younger three year olds puts his hand on my chest and simply asks, “What are those?” And then, not even five minutes later, his best friends points down my shirt and goes, “Is that a pocket?” My shirt isn’t even low cut, and I don’t have a lot to show. 

I wish my chest was big enough to be a pocket…

anonymous asked:

I am so nervous asking my primary if I can go hang out with my "friend". Even if it is just to go out and chill. His anxiety flares sometimes when I want to do anything with him and it brings me to tears.

To tell you the truth, I am right there with you. More times than I can count. M is still insecure, sensitive, possessive, and territorial so it can be quite challenging at times even to this day. I want to say it gets better overall, but there will be some good days and some bad days. 

I try to do my best to be atoned to how M is feeling (for example not go spend time with someone else if we just had a fight or when he was feeling really down) but I also know that M has to work though some of his issues on his own because I cannot always hold his hand through it, nor should I have to. I cannot cancel every hangout for him, nor should I. 

We can hold hands and support each other, but we cannot be responsible for our partner’s emotions. They have to own their emotions. We did not cause their emotional responses. 

Hands down to the best gifts I’ve got ❤️
Beej gave me them all and omg I can’t even… Too many emotions 😭😭

He gave me a tripod for our photos - more quality and angles-
A Joker and Harley action figures from the game
And a Beetlejuice Sketchbook that he made by himself ;.; and this one in particular made me cry like a baby, because its gorgeous and theres a message on it “for the woman I love”

Yes, I cried like a baby readin this.
Thank you, @motokatheghost for being the best person, love of my life, boyfriend and my best friend. I love you so much, thanks for appear in my life and for take care of me 💜❤️

anonymous asked:

tips for writing (by hand) faster??

Hello!!

Find pens which are comfortable to use and are good quality! I really like the Zebra Sarasa clip pen in black 0.5 :))) Maybe try learning cursive or some version of it like linking (the stuff you learn in primary school) because when I want to write things down fast I rely on my cursive since it is easy to just continually write the letters down instead of lifting your pen off for each letter you write! Maybe pen is not the best way to go, and pencil may be the best option for you! I like using mechanical pencils instead of the typical wooden ones because there is no need to sharpen, and the lead is pretty thin. If you are short on time because you are writing notes in class, I would use pencil and typically only write down dot points which i can easily refer to later :)

I hope this helped you somewhat c:

*✧・゚:* it’s sleepover time! *:・゚✧*

My favorite part of this scene is that Maggie literally cannot contain her admiration over Alex, even when she is upset. If you look really close, the only time Maggie is showing her full genuine smile is when Alex is looking down. As soon as Alex looks back up, Maggie tries to hide it. She attempts to hide her smile because she wants Alex to understand the seriousness of their conversation. There are other instances where Maggie shows microexpressions of happiness/joy/understanding/love in this scene as well. 

A microexpression is a brief, involuntary facial expression shown on the face of humans according to emotions experienced. They usually occur in high-stakes situations, where people have something to lose or gain. Microexpressions occur when a person is consciously trying to conceal all signs of how they are feeling, or when a person does not consciously know how they are feeling. Unlike regular facial expressions, it is difficult/impossible to hide microexpression reactions. Microexpressions cannot be controlled as they happen in a fraction of a second, but it’s possible to capture someone’s expressions with a high speed camera and replay them at much slower speeds. Microexpressions express the seven universal emotions: disgust, anger, fear, sadness, happiness, contempt, and surprise.

Two other microexpression bonuses: 

After Alex says, “I have always felt so responsible, like the weight of the world responsible”
Maggie’s reaction: Lips quickly pressed together in understanding (this one is a little harder to see).

After Alex says, “I just want to be happy… with you” 
Maggie’s reaction: Lips form a quick smile expressing joy