Squishy noodle anon, thanks for answering! That's really cool! I love how noodle always looks offended/flabbergasted! Or like you said a secret you probably shouldn't have. :3 do you think noodle enjoys seeing you? Also, what is noodles favorite thing in the whole world? Sorry for all the noodle questions but I'm trying to get pumped and draw noodle
Hi again!! I loved the squishy question!
She does!! I think it’s the eyes and the way her mouth is usually open
or maybe she has seen too much and knows all of the secrets of the universe……
I like to think that she does like to see me! It’s probably just because I feed her but who knows what really goes on in that little head. she always moves so that she’s looking at me when I’m near the tank. Sometimes Noodle will come out of the pipes and swim around when I get close! probably just begging for food but… i still love her ~<3
Favorite things: Fine dining and breathing
i can never find a spongebob gif to go with that hhhhurhhhhh
lol but really, She loves octopus. (especially the tentacle parts) It’s her favorite food! I think the noodle-y shape is easy to swallow. or maybe it just tastes especially good. She hasn’t had any in a while tho because I can’t find it at the store recently :<
DOnT Apologize!!!aaaaaaaaaaaaa I love noodle questions omg!!
Hello Mr gaiman. How old were you when you started writing stories ? I'm 14 and I try and try but they are all awful. I always give up in the middle and I can never finish what I wanted to write.
I know. I found a pile of papers of mine from my teen years and into my early twenties recently, and there were so many stories begun, so many first pages of novels never written. I’d start them, and then I’d give up because they weren’t as brilliant as Ursula K Le Guin, or Roger Zelazny, or Samuel R Delany, and anyway I wasn’t actually sure what happened next.
I was around 22 when I started finishing things. They weren’t actually very good, and they all sounded like other people, but the finishing was the important bit. I kept going. A dozen stories and a book, and then I sold one (it wasn’t very good, and I had to cut it from 8,000 words to 4,000 to sell it, but I sold it). I probably wrote another half-dozen stories over the next year, and sold three. But now they were starting to sound like me.
Think of it this way: if you wanted to become a juggler, or a painter, you wouldn’t start jugggling, drop something and give up because you couldn’t juggle broken bottles like Penn Jillette, or start a few paintings then give up because the thing in your head was better than what your hands were getting onto the paper. You carry on. You learn. You drop things. You learn about form and shape and shade and colour and how to draw hands without the fingers looking like noodles. You finish things, learn from what you got right and what you got wrong, and then you do the next thing.
And one day you realise you got good. It takes as long as it takes. So keep writing. And all you need to do right now is try to finish things.
RFA reacting to MC having an "accident" in the middle of the night cause Aunt Flo is here./ RFA when It's MC's "time of the month"
Anonymous said: I already made a request last night but, I realized
it’s similar to another one. The severe period pain one? By that I mean, Mc is
like groaning in pain on the couch and unable to move from the pain. Btw can it
be RFA +V and Saeran. I’m like withering in pain and tbh I feel like this will
make me feel better lmao. Also, I like went through nearly your entire profile.
Anonymous said: Ohm. This is a weird request but meh. Do you think
you could to a reaction from the RFA + V and Saeran to MC having horrible
period pains? So bad that it hurts to stand? Cause like, it happens.
So these are actually some
of the latest requests, but this just seemed easier to write, so I finished
this as soon as I could to get some content out. Still, it’s almost two weeks
late despite that. Our inbox is rotting. Imsosorryivebeenbusy x.x
BUT ANYWAY! I hope this will suffice? It might not be quite
what you guys asked, but I tried ^~^
Text Message Received.
“Hey, I can’t come to the beach today, sorry… >_< It’s that time of
the month, so I can’t swim…”
He’s never had a girlfriend before. He’s completely clueless when you suddenly cancel on the
beach date you’d been planning for days! You’d both been so busy, today was the
one day you could actually meet up :C
-insert sad Yoosung boyfriend-
Instead, he decides to visit, anxiously worrying if you were
feeling sick. (his mother makes him bring you some chicken noodle soup,
lecturing him about how it was only respectful lololol cmon we all know she
Hm. You didn’t look feverish, and you weren’t coughing or
anything… The only weird thing was how you sat in your chair all curled up into
a ball. Curious, he decides to ask you about it, “So uhm, MC… why did you cancel
Immediately, your cheeks flush slightly. Didn’t he
understand from your text…? With a wry smile on your face, you eventually
explained, “Weeeell, I’m on my period… And the cramps have been really bad so
far. I can hardly stand. I didn’t want to ruin our date by lying down every
five minutes in an attempt to tolerate the pain.”
The colour drains from his face.
“OH MY GOD MC, ARE YOU OKAY?! NO, NEVER MIND, OF COURSE NOT.
L-look, you shouldn’t be sitting here with me if it’s that bad, go back to bed
right now and I will make you an omelette because you need good nutrition and
rest so pleasepleaseplease go lie down,” he babbles, panic filling his features
as he desperately pushes you to your room.
He ends up cooking in your kitchen while you bundled up in
your blankets, trying to fight off the pain somehow.
Brings the omelette to your bed so you don’t have to walk
You fail in holding back a big smile as you look at the
beach umbrella drawn in ketchup. (Everytime he made you an omelette, he made
sure to draw something different)
“I-it’s to represent that we should go to the beach when you
feel better,” he sheepishly explained, red tinting his cheeks.
Your phone suddenly vibrated, indicating a notification came
through. You glanced briefly at your phone before WHIPPING YOUR HEAD to re-read
Seven: lololol I guess
he really wants to see you in a bikini!! What a perverted boy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
You’d been lazily cuddling together in the morning upon
waking up after a…. good night
together. He’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear, running his fingers
over your body… down your back… over your butt… then he stops, a flicker of
confusion in his eyes.
He suddenly breaks his hold on you, sitting up and lifting
the blanket off your bodies. Zen’s eyes seem to be peeled to your legs, or
You watch him in a half-asleep state, what was he doing so
early in the morning? You yawn, stretching slightl- !!!
A sharp pain shoots through your lower stomach and you hiss
as you clutch at it. What the…?
As you roll around the bed, you feel a slight wetness on the
bedsheets. Oh. Uh-oh.
You heave a sigh, closing your eyes as dread overwhelms you.
“Pleeease tell me it’s not what I think it is,” you groan, pulling a pillow
over your head. “I’m so sorry for ruining the bed, ugh…”
Zen’s eyes soften, sympathy flashing in them. “Honey, it’s
okay, it happens,” he says, offering a sweet smile. “I’ll take care of it,
okay? Do what you need to, and when you’re done, I’ll go get our breakfast.
Don’t worry about anything.”
He plants a light kiss on your forehead, gazing gently into
In mere minutes, he removes and replaces the bedsheets,
throws them in the laundry, and heads out to buy some food. You wait anxiously
on the bed, groaning as your cramps caused continuous, throbbing pain.
“Zeeeen,” you whimper, as if it would make him come back
The front door opens, and you can see that Zen has returned
with crepes, cake and hot chocolate in hand. He quickly rushes to your side as
he hears your whimpering, stroking your hand as he checks to make sure you’re
“I’ve heard that chocolate is supposed to help with cramps,”
he says unsurely, holding up the hot chocolate. “And I also got some sweets. I
know it’s not a proper breakfast, but I know you love these things around this
time of the month. So let me spoil you on days like this, babe.”
Despite the lightning bolts of pain you were feeling, you
managed to smile from your balled up position, weakly squeezing his hand as a
sign of acknowledgment. “I love you, Zenny,” you mumble.
From the beginning, she had been aware that you got severe
period cramps, and prepared numerous remedies and reliefs.
Whenever she noticed that it was nearing your time of the
month, she would make you drink water with brown sugar dissolved into them,
which was supposed to relax your muscles and make your cramps hurt less.
But one day, before your period came, you began to cramp up
really badly. Unfortunately, you were still at work, so you had to continue
taking orders and serving the customers despite the pain. You couldn’t let
Jaehee down, after all.
But after doing it for a while, you were sweating profusely,
your mouth watering with excess saliva. Your cheeks were flushed, and your legs
were beginning to give out.
From behind the counter, Jaehee noticed your odd state, and
realized immediately what was going on. She dashes out to guide you into the
employee room, bringing you a mug of chamomile tea and chocolate cake.
“MC, you should’ve told me earlier if you weren’t feeling
well!” she scolds you, glaring at you. But her eyes are soft with worry,
although she was trying to express her anger.
You smile weakly, having no excuse to offer.
Her worry morphs into guilt. “I should have given you the
day off… I knew that your time of the month was coming soon, I shouldn’t have
made you work. I’m really sorry, MC.” She runs a hand through her hair in
frustration, ashamed in herself.
“But you take such good care of me, I only want to repay
you…” you argue softly, furrowing your eyebrows.
Your words bring a small smile to her face. “Silly. You’re
the one who takes care of me. You’re always considering my feelings, even when
I don’t. I can only be so happy thanks to you.”
Another shot of pain makes you wince, and you bring your
knees to your chest, in an attempt to ease the pain. “Nng… thanks, Jaehee, but
I just need to… rest for now,” you managed to say. “Go back to the counter…
customers are waiting.”
She flicks your forehead lightly. “Silly. I’m going to stay
with you of course. I’ll just close the shop. It’s one of the perks of being
the owner. Let me take advantage of it, okay?”
And so, you end up going home, cuddling together on the bed
as you suffered through your monthly hell. At least you had an angel beside
The two of you usually spent your nights together, but you
suddenly asked to stay in a separate room one night. A bit disheartened, Jumin
inquired you as to why you requested this, and you sighed, begrudgingly
explaining what Mother Nature made you go through.
“Is that why you couldn’t sleep last night?” he frowned, his
thumb gently stroking your cheek.
Your head shot up in surprise. “You knew?”
“I know everything, my love. You were groaning, tossing and
turning the entire night… I couldn’t even hug you properly.”
“It’s not my fault it hurts so much!” you protest.
“I also had the maids wash the bedsheets, after noticing it
had been dirtied. I hope you don’t mind.”
Erk, that was embarrassing. It was only the maids, but you
suddenly felt like the whole world knew you were bleeding out of your vagina
now. Seriously, Jumin could’ve kept quiet about that part. Now you felt mildly
Jumin continued, “It’s okay. Get some rest, okay? You
probably didn’t sleep a wink last night. I have a meeting today, but I’ll try
to come home as soon as I can. I hope Elizabeth 3rd will suffice as
company til then… Is there anything you would like me to bring back while I’m
“Not really…” you mutter, cheeks still red.
Jumin raised an eyebrow, dubious.
“Okay, fine. Yeah, can I get some pizza? That one we had
last time, where the crust was perfectly crispy and topped with that fancy
stuff you ordered.”
He chuckles, kissing your forehead softly. “I knew you’d
give in. And don’t worry so much about it being your time of the month. This is
nothing to be embarrassed about, compared to your loud screams at night…”
The moment he heard your first
whimpers he KNOCKED DOWN YOUR DOOR
“Honey?! What’s wrong!!” he
panicked, throwing the covers off your bed to inspect you
You were curled up, rocking
gently side-to-side as you quietly cried, the tears gathering in the corners of
“Saeyoungggg… Mother Nature’s
killing me again,” you sniffled, trying to deal with the pain
“W-w-what do I do?” he
stammered, cheeks flushing as he was unfamiliar with women’s monthly pains. He
wanted to help, but he really had no idea.
But you couldn’t even answer,
groaning as the next wave of pain hit you
“I-it’s okay, MC, I’ll call for
help immediately! Defender of Justice, 707, off to the rescue!!” he declared,
suddenly dashing out your room
“Come baaack,” you called out,
feeling slightly disappointed. Had he just run out on you? What was he even
trying to do? You just wanted some Saeyoung cuddles right now…
From the open door, you could
hear Saeyoung talking vividly on the phone, “Give up the sacrifice!! NOW, Jumin
Han, or I will hack into your company right now!”
Sacrifice? What sacrifice?
“I will steal Elly—no, listen to me, I will call her Elly however I
Did he already forget about you?
You grumbled, rolling over to hug your blankets.
“Good, I’m glad we cleared this
up! 5 minutes, Mr. Han, I’m giving you 5 minutes to send her over.”
Fuck, was he trying to get
Elizabeth the 3rd over? Seriously, that wouldn’t really help with
your period pains very much. At all. You didn’t hate her, per say, but you were fucking dying in here.
You mentally counted down 5
minutes, when the doorbell suddenly rang, and you could hear Saeyoung’s
footsteps as he practically flew to the door.
“I’m so glad you’re here! Thank
youuuu!!” You could hear him exclaim.
“MC?” a soft, feminine voice
called out to you from the doorway.
Your eyes snapped open, “Jaehee?!
I thought you were Elizabeth the 3rd!”
Her eyes twinkled with
amusement. “Now, why would you think that? I wasn’t aware that spending so much
time cat-sitting had resulted into my transformation into a cat.”
“N-no.. never mind.” It was
always hard to explain Saeyoung’s antics. “Why are you here?”
“Seven called Mr. Han to demand
that I came to help. I’m very glad to (get away from Jumin) be of help,
MC. I brought some painkillers, some hot soup and a few bags of tea for you to
drink over the next few days. It should help somehow,” Jaehee explained,
holding up a small plastic bag that you hadn’t noticed before.
From behind her, you noticed
Saeyoung peeking nervously from the doorway, his eyes teared up as he stared at
your weakened form.
“Thanks, Jaehee. And Saeyoung,
you can come in, you know…” you said.
“B-but!! I’m a pure girl,
darling, what if I get the curse of periods too?!” Saeyoung whined, shaking his
….That’s what he was worried about?
“Seven… Periods are not
contagious,” Jaehee deadpanned.
He was always prepared when it
was your time of the month—even more than you were! He couldn’t help it. For the
majority of his relationship with Rika, he’d been doting on her, doing anything
and everything he could for her. Old habits die hard.
“MC, maybe you shouldn’t be
wearing white underwear… it’s almost your time of the month, isn’t it?” he
called out as he was cooking breakfast, glancing at you from the corner of his
“W-wha?” you yawned. You were
only wearing one of his shirts and some panties, but then you realized the
date. “Oh, you’re right!”
By the time you went to change,
you’d already seen the faintest taint of pink on your underwear. Fuck. How many have you ruined by now?
…Too many to count.
It took a couple hours before the
pain started to kick in.
Considering this was a reoccurring
pattern, V already knew what to do and when to do it.
“MC, honey, I prepared a hot
bath for you… Would you like to be alone, or shall I join you?” he asked,
checking in on you.
“Nng… I can’t really walk right
now, sorry,” you replied, hugging a heating pouch to your lower stomach.
He chuckled in return, “Then I’ll
carry you there. Perhaps I should strip you, too?” He winked jokingly.
If this had been a normal day,
you would’ve taken the chance to jump at him (because V’s hot and a sweetheart) but no, your cramps
were killing you today. So no. No sinning today, MC.
He fed you chocolate as you sunk
into your bath, letting the heat relax your muscles, significantly easing your
cramps. He helped to wrap you in a towel, making sure you were warm.
By the time you went to bed, the
cramps had more or less gone away for the night, and you happily snuggled into
his chest, feeling comfortable, relaxed and loved.
When he finished his morning
shower, he found you groaning in pain on the bed, hugging a pillow tightly.
He snickered, “Was I too hard on
you last night? I didn’t realize it was that bad…”
You shook your head, correcting
him, “I’m on my periodddd…”
Immediately, his smile dropped.
What the fuck?
“What… what is that supposed to
mean?” he furrowed his eyebrows cutely, looking at you with pure confusion.
“I’m bleeding from my vagina,
what else?” you rolled your eyes, deadpanning.
“Erm. Oh,” he stated in
surprise. “Does… does ice cream help?”
“Ice cream doesn’t solve
He frowned, not knowing what to
do. Instead, he crawled into bed next to you. “Well, uhm, I don’t really know
what to do… but, whenever I’m not feeling well, your hugs really help me, so if
you don’t mind, I’m just going to cuddle with you… okay?”
You flashed a small smile at
him, inwardly gushing at how adorable he was. “Of course!”
He smiled back with a hint of
relief that he was doing something right. “Tell me if you need anything, okay?”
“And what if I said I only need
you?” you joked.
He plants a soft kiss on your
forehead. “I’m the one who needs you. Please feel better soon…”
Member: Jungkook of BTS Word Count: 3,585 Content: long-distance, mention of smut, lots of fluff, jealous!jungkook Summary: They see each other through a resolution of 1334 x 750 daily, making their relationship as high of a quality as possible given their circumstances. Long-distance isn’t easy, but it’s manageable. And when it’s with someone like her, it’s better than Jungkook could imagine, even with the surprises, the jealousy, the time difference, and every other thing that discourages him.
- oh my gOD Bates get a hold of yourself. so william comes barreling through the door and spills Thomas’ tea all over him and thomas gets mad. and says something snotty. wow. call the constable, what an effing crime. like. now thomas has tea all over his clothes so he’s either got to go and change (which i’m sure he has just masses of other clothes no problem right) or wait for it to dry, during which time if Mr. Carson catches him he’s going to get a verbal thrashing. DO EITHER OF THOSE OPTIONS SOUND APPEALING. like I am the first to admit that thomas is the most…JUST THE MOST. but don’t treat him like he just ripped the head off of a baby lamb for having a reaction jesus BACK OFF BATES
- oh good lord when Daisy says, “i’d do anything for you” and Thomas glows - ACTUALLY GLOWS - with something like pride and wonder and genuine surprise. i mean in the next second his face shifts and he does this villainous little smirk sure yeah because that’s a weapon, that’s something to defend yourself with if you need it, something to use against other people duh. (honestly i don’t know how anyone who isn’t a slytherin makes sense of the world but okay) but in that moment before, there was bare vulnerability and it was fucking beautiful. shit. i’m gonna make a shitty gif of it because you guys have got to see this shit.
THOMAS. (90% of my live action commentary watching this show is just me yelling out in a pained and strangled voice THUHMASSS).
-this is a real live actual conversation that happens.
OB: [plotting against Bates} What we need to do is to make him a suspect when something’s really been stolen.
Thomas: How do we know anything’s been stolen?
OB: Because you stole it, you noodle.
You are both noodles, and this is a terrible idea.
- side note: how fucking spot on is it that when there are scenes happening in Carson’s office or the servants hall you can hear Mrs. Patmore and Daisy bickering in the background. I mean. I take this show to task for a lot but wow that is some tight storytelling.
- man do i miss the good ole days of Thomas and OB plotting and smoking in the courtyard. iconic.
- there is not much i find more delightful than Thomas saying “sod ‘em.” why can’t he have been given more dirty lines please…why is RJC’s ridiculous accent so fucking soothing. SEE HOW SOOTHED I AM. i am currently just a skin bag of loose bones and honey.
- Daisy and Mrs. Patmore are fuking underappreciated. Daisy misunderstanding Mrs. Patmore and thinking she’s supposed to poison the food while Mrs. P is away for eye surgery is one of the best and most subtle moments of comedic genius in television history.
- why is watching Thomas putting food in his mouth…so erotic. i did not ask for this. i was perfectly happy not knowing this about myself.
- okay so look. i am the first (okay maybe not the first) to admit that Thomas says and does some mean shit. he’s not perfect! some days…he is so overwhelmingly far from perfect that hypothetically you have to go have a good long talk with yourself in the bathroom mirror about why the eff it’s one o clock in the morning and you are lulling yourself to sleep with VIVID fantasies of putting a grown man in the bathtub, washing the pomade out of his hair, and seeing what kinds of noises he makes when you skritch the back of his head. hypothetically. i can only imagine that’s what it would be like because none of this is personal experience. but also let’s not pretend that i won’t defend Thomas to the everloving end. yes, it is not his finest moment to make light of a woman losing her pregnancy or a young person losing their mother, BUT for fuck’s sake why does no one seem to have a problem with people putting their hands on Thomas in violence, holy shit.
- aghhhhh the fact that Thomas holds himself so still, head so high and proud when he’s got bruises on his face. It is the Don’t Fucking Touch Me Stillness, cousin to his Blank Look of Shame, and you all know how i feel about that.
- hahahahahhah ohhhhhhh well fuck me i guess branson/sybil/gwen was the ot3 i didn’t even know i wanted.
UP NEXT IN SEASON 2: THOMAS SURROUNDED BY MEN IN UNIFORM, HOW WILL HE DEAL (spoiler alert: badly and with lots of looks of PANGED LONGING)