this is probably going to be another constant thing

"Diabetes Isn't Even That Bad"

Hey type 1 diabetic here. Let me tell you why the statement above is a load of bullshit.

1. Our bodies are waging war against themselves

2. It takes us longer to heal when we get hurt and it takes us longer to recover from illnesses because our immune system is jacked

3. We could die at any moment without warning

4. Low blood sugars feel like you’re going through drug withdrawals

5. High blood sugars feel like your body is drying out like a fucking raisin

6. Afraid of needles? Well tough titties! We need to prick our fingers 3+ times a day, and either pierce yourself every 3 days for a pump site change or take 4+ injections everyday

7. Our organs are slowly failing

8. We have a high chance of going blind

9. We could lose our feet and legs

10. Insulin is expensive as fuck

11. Testing strips are expensive as fuck

12. The constant highs and lows drain us

13. We can’t just eat food right away. We need need to calculate how many grams of carbohydrates are in our food, test our blood sugar, configure in a correction if need be, dose, and by the time we take our first bite; everyone else have already finished

14. Doctors are expensive as fuck

15. Pumps, Meters, and CGMs are expensive as fuck

16. No one ever takes our illness seriously

17. Having children is VERY risky for lady diabetics

18. The constant fear we have when we go to sleep knowing that we might not ever wake up due to low blood sugars at night

19. The bruises and scars all over our body from YEARS of injections, site changes, and finger pricks

20. How our feet and hands are always freezing due to our poor fucking circulation

So tell me again how our suffering “isn’t that bad”

Make another joke about the worst thing that has probably ever happened to us

Laugh again when you say “All of this food is going to give me di-ah-beet-us”

Just know that you sound like a huge asshole to us actual diabetics.

Lost Light, the Moon, Fairy Tales and the Unicycle Man

I find it remarkably suspicious how…central Kaput has been to so many problems, this issue, and the fact that he’s apparently dead at the end doesn’t make me any less suspicious about the whole damn thing. A lot of this is off the cuff, throwing ideas at the wall to see what sticks, so take it with a grain of salt, but…

(LL #7 spoilers abound)

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Assassin Preference: When You’re Sick

A/N: I’m on the last little stretch of school, so I can finally stop worrying about finals and homework! Woohoo!


Altair would give you space at first, not wanting to get sick as well, but if you didn’t recover on your own after a week he’d go consult a doctor and if the doctor thought it was necessary, he’d take you to a Dar al-Shifa, though he would try to bring you back to health on his own. He’s not really used to caring for sick people, so you may have to forgive his relative ineptitude for looking after you- he’s an Assassin, not a healer.


Ezio has had much more experience in dealing with this sort of thing, as he’s probably had to take care of (or live near) his sick siblings his whole life. He’d make sure you were well fed and comfortable, with a constant supply of water and medicines within arm’s reach so you wouldn’t have to move to get them. He would take a break from his Assassin work for as long as possible and if he had to leave for some reason or another he would make sure you were in good hands (probably Claudia, Yusuf, or Leonardo) before going, and he would come back as soon as possible once he was finished.


To no one’s surprise, Connor is quite experienced with the craft of healing. I mean, c’mon, he helped people with smallpox in New York WITHOUT getting sick himself! He’s also naturally caring for those he is close to, which means he’ll do everything he can to make you feel better. He’d consult Dr. White for some advice and medicine, and he’d make you nice home cooked meals to raise your spirits. Achilles will make remarks about how the boy is acting like a worried mother hen, but he doesn’t mean anything bad by it (Seeing as Achilles would also show a level of concern for your well being). You might be more-or-less forced into taking some bad tasting medicine, but once you start feeling normal again after only a few days you realize that Connor knows what he’s doing.


Haytham would make you stay in bed and give you a lot of peculiar medicine that was imported from England, and every time you got up- even if it was for something small like a tissue- he’d lecture you about how you weren’t supposed to be stressing your body out by moving around. Don’t try to argue that stretching your body was probably a good thing, or that you were sore. He wouldn’t be hearing any of it. However, if you played the “stop being a mother hen” card he may let you walk around, determined to prove he wasn’t overprotective (even though he very much is).


If you were sick and Edward was taking care of you, he’d most likely be handing you bottles of ‘medicine’ that suspiciously tasted like rum. Almost miraculously, you got better quickly, and Edward would proudly tell you, “See? I know how to take care of people” even though he really has no clue. He probably improves once he has kids to look after, but until then, I hope you like the taste of rum medicine.


Aveline would let you stay at her place, and wouldn’t be so strict as to keep you in bed. She would let you walk around if you wanted, and would get you anything you asked for, but she may not stay right by your side all day. She might leave to get supplies or to carry out some Assassin’s business, but she’ll return by the end of the day, with comfort foods that she knows will make you feel better in the emotional sense, at least.


Arno might be a bit clueless as far as what to do, but he knows that you shouldn’t be out and about, exposed to all those… germs. He would bring you coffee (if you liked coffee) but wouldn’t let you into the cafe theatre, keeping you upstairs and away from the people. You’d practically be isolated, but with all the craziness going on at the time, what with the revolution and all, a bit of quiet time probably wouldn’t be all that bad.


Evie is the twin you want to have taking care of you. She’s kept Jacob and Henry alive this long, hasn’t she? She would bring you medicine and blankets and let you stay in the train hideout. The sound of the train rumbling over the London tracks would probably put you to sleep, and Evie would make sure that you were safe and comfortable before leaving you to rest. She would check up on you every few hours, and if you were need of anything, she would be willing to get it for you.


Jacob is the twin you don’t want to have taking care of you. Not because he doesn’t care, or that he wouldn’t try to get you back on your feet, but because he would not know what to do at all. Evie would probably step in after he got sick trying to make you feel better, because the poor guy just got too close to you and you accidentally coughed on him. Looks like Evie now has two sick Assassins to take care of.


Thanks to modern medicine, Desmond doesn’t actually need to do much besides turn on the TV, keep stocked on tissues, and make sure you’re not hungry. He would let you nap and try not to bother you, but if you really wanted to talk to him he would be fine sitting in the same room (but not on the couch/bed that you were on) and chatting with you. He knows that when you’re sick that you usually aren’t in the mood to talk, however, so he gives you lots of space for the most part.

Heat: My Ideas + Headcanons

This is just my general thoughts on the boys and their heat cycle, but I’ll do an individual what its like/how they handle their heat in a different post. Reminder that I love you all! Now lets get heated (see what I did there)

So the boys having/going through heat is a pretty popular thing among TMNT people, and I know my future headcanons will probably discuss their heats, so I figured I’d give my opinion now.

I headcanon that the boys do have a heat, but its not so intense as to make them unable to control themselves. Its more like a constant boner and heightened senses, ex smell, sight. Due to their biology they have their heat about twice a year, around March and June.

Much like puberty each turtle hit their heat a little after another, and around a certain age, which in my head was around 13/14. My headcanon is that the order in which they had their first heat was Raph, Mikey, Leo, then Donnie.

Unlike popular opinion I don’t think Raph and Let have too many fights during their heat. They may have one or two but for the most part each turtle sticks to their areas and eats on their own. I actually think there would be more fights between Mikey and Raph, due to Mikey finding it easier to annoy his big bro, and needing an outlet for his energy.

Heat lasts about two weeks and a couple days give or take. Much like a period it can start of fairly light then get more intense before dwindling off again. They can handle one another for the beginning and end of their heat, but during that middle time they straight up ignore each other. Over the years they each learn how to handle their heat in their own ways. Obviously though, the easiest way to get a clear head is to jerk off, and thats what they all do eventually.

Life in the lair doesn’t change too much, but it does tend to be quieter since the boys keep to themselves.

brownbluesargent  asked:

So your tags fuckin kill me, especially the ones about Eskimo kisses. Can u elaborate on Isak x Even Eskimo kisses and why they make you all fuzzy? I'd love to hear your thoughts


Okay I’ve had this ask sitting in my inbox for a couple of days, because, I really wanna commit myself 100% to when I answer this, and answer it as … fully as I can, because, yes, you’re right. Their eskimo kisses make me all fuzzy. They’re probably my most favourite thing about them. This may get long? But urm … yeah, I need to explain.

Eskimo kissing, honestly, is normally, majority of the times, passed off as “just another trivial act of affection and love”, in most cases. It’s given a moment of appreciation where people go “AWW!! That’s cute!!”, and then … that’s it. You move on. It’s never really dwelled upon that much. In short, what I mean to say is, eskimo kissing is super underrated. 

But Even and Isak make it … much, MUCH more than that. They have it be this constant running theme between them, one that never drops midway through the season once they become more sexually/physically close. It remains. It stays. It sticks. Even until the very, very last scene of the season, it stays. 

Now, I don’t know if … it was scripted? Or if Henrik and Tarjei simply improvised it, but … once they had their very first, proper, eskimo kiss in episode 5, where Even and Isak spend the whole weekend in bed, after their first kiss, it’s been an ongoing Thing. Never edited out. Always being there, incorporated. 

What Even and Isak bring into their eskimo kisses is intimacy. Intimacy on a whole other level.  And it’s amazing, just how they showed that level of intimacy right from episode 5, when they’re both lying in bed that weekend, and they become, for the first time, physically close to one another. It instantly becomes so much more intimate, when Isak rubs his nose against Even’s, and Even waits to see what Isak is doing, whilst Isak is simply allowing him to bask in that feeling of being in the arms of a boy. In the arms of THAT boy that he’s felt so MUCH for. In the arms of Even. And Even smiles. He SMILES when he realises what Isak is doing, because … he’s already head over heels for Isak, but here is this boy, who just wants the smallest of touches, the simple feeling of pleasure you get when you are this close to someone you’ve been crushing on for so long, that you can finally lie in bed and brush noses, and the outside world doesn’t matter. And Even reciprocates it back. That, yeah, I feel that too, Isak. I feel that too. 

Yes, it’s cute. Yes, it’s adorable. But I find it also being EXTREMELY intimate. In fact, even more intimate than their actual kisses. Why? Because their eskimo kisses aren’t just used “when they kiss”, they don’t just eskimo kiss then. They eskimo kiss in other times too: in times where they want to comfort each other, or start a conversation with each other. It’s their direct, first point of contact. 

Case in point: In episode 5, before Even asks Isak “So, what do you think your parents would say if we began dating?”, there’s a small, private, intimate moment between them 2, where Even brushes his nose against Isak’s, then bites his bottom lip and looks down, in apprehension for what he’s about to ask Isak (because he KNOWS how big of a deal this is to Isak and him). Isak senses that Even’s … nervous … and Isak then brushes his nose against Even’s. And that’s when Even works up the courage and takes a breath in, and asks Isak the question. 

And again, in episode 8, when Isak says “Only you can feel what you feel”, Even instantly brushes his nose against Isak, again, comforting him, making it a point of contact, before he tells Isak, “And I haven’t felt anything, quite like this, ever.” It’s SO … private. JUST for them. 

Again, in O Helga Natt, what’s the FIRST thing they do? Isak walks up to Even, and he brushes his nose against Even’s, and then traces his nose against Even’s cheek. It’s SO fucking intimate. It’s SUCH a private moment. It’s literally … their first point of contact and communication. No words, just a way of them telling each other, “Hey, we don’t have to speak, but I’m here, ready to listen, when you’re ready to talk. In the meantime, let’s do something we’re both familiar with.”, and they brush their noses against one another.

In episode 10, during Minutt for Minutt, that last bit, where Isak brushes his nose against Even’s. It’s a sign of Comfort. Warmth. Safety. Intimacy. It’s so much more than just being “another physical symbol of love”, it speaks it’s own language. And Even’s deep long breaths that you can hear him take during that bit show him wanting to feel safe, and feeling safe, feeling somewhat content that he has Isak there, and that he’s taking in all this familiarity, this warmth, that Isak’s giving him. 

Even in the last scene of the season, before Sana walks in on them, AGAIN, there is this CONSCIOUS moment, where they both eskimo kiss. But here, it’s Even now providing Isak with some courage, with some calm, because even though Isak said to Even that he doesn’t find it awkward meeting Even’s Mum, so as long as Even’s smiling, and wearing clothes, that things will be chill then, Even still knows just how frightened Isak was that night when Even had his episode. Even can still feel the after effects, hear it in the way Isak’s voice became so serious, even if he was saying it light heartedly. And it’s Even that says, “I promise I’ll wear clothes”, but it’s so much more than that? That’s Even saying to Isak that, I know somedays it’s won’t be easy, and I’m sorry that I scared you as much as I did, but know that … I do love you. Know that, I’m still me. Know that, when you get scared, I can feel it. Know that, I want to soothe your worries and comfort you too, just like how you do with me. We can be that for each other. And then Even goes ahead and brushes his nose against Isak’s, for good measure, a visual, physical measure, to once again show that their eskimo kisses are a sign of comfort. It’s intimate. So intimate, that Sana walks in on them doing THAT, instead of having her walk in on them kissing. They could have EASILY shown Sana walk in on them kissing, but she didn’t. Why? Because their eskimo kisses ARE that much more intimate, and she walked in on THAT, and her fond laughter shows that she too realised she walked in on a very private moment between them 2.

And, well, if that doesn’t make me feel all fuzzy, and warm, and safe … then what will?

And then you whisper in my ear (I know what you’re doing here)

Clarke needs a date and Bellamy doesn’t really have an excuse to say no.  A birthday gift for @ponyregrets, ~2k, rated T.

Clarke Griffin


I have to go to this fundraiser thing next week and I’ll pay you $100 to come with me.

Bellamy stared at his phone and hit pause on the new episode of Harlots.  He started typing out who is this but before he could hit send another text buzzed through.

Clarke Griffin


And don’t you dare pretend not to have my number you made me give it to you last week when I took Octavia home from the bar.

Bellamy’s frown deepened.  His relationship with Clarke could probably be best described as “constant, low level hostility broken up by the odd moment of teamwork,” which made him an odd choice to say the least to be a fill-in date.

Bellamy Blake



Clarke Griffin


Because when I went last year I might have made a bit of a fool of myself because I’d just ended things with Lexa.

Bellamy Blake


But why me?  I’m sure Raven would go with you.

Clarke Griffin


She’s got a big scary meeting with her committee the next morning.

Clarke Griffin


And Monty’s bad in crowds, Miller’s somehow worse, Octavia and Lincoln BOTH have to work nights next week, Niylah’s out of town, Wells lives 400 miles away, Murphy’s Murphy, and you couldn’t pay me to take Jasper to a fancy event with unlimited booze.

Clarke Griffin


So that leaves you.  $150, final offer.

Read the rest on Ao3.

anonymous asked:

As Simon fell from the tower, he wondered if Baz would finally be happy.

This was the goal after all. As soon as he hits the ground it’ll be the final end of Simon Snow. Doesn’t matter that it’s all an accident and Baz isn’t even here for it.

He always thought he’d die by a direct force, not accidentally tripping himself over a ledge while trying to get a better view of the darkened forest where he thinks Baz is lurking.

Simon shuts his eyes and focuses on the wind rushing past him in his descent. It feels like time has slowed to the nanosecond right before it stops.

There are probably things he should be thinking about. Isn’t your life supposed to flash before your eyes? Shouldn’t he consider Agatha? She’s not his girlfriend anymore, but he should spare her more of a thought than just wondering if he should spare her a thought, right?

He squeezes his eyes shut tighter and let’s his brain go where it really wants to, thoughts landing on the only thing that’s ever really felt like a solid constant in the grand fucked-up life of Simon Snow.


Pity, Simon thinks, that he only just realizes it, here at the end. That he’s probably in love with his greatest enemy. That Baz matters for more than one simple reason. That this obsession Simon has developed lately, might have another layer.

Penny has always made jokes about him being oblivious, even to his own feelings.

Simon wishes he was able to tell her she’s right.

He thinks of Baz’s face. Cold, hard-set and pale, but once, just once Simon saw him blush.

And that’s the image that’s stuck in his memory. The one Simon recalls every night when he wonders where Baz is, but has made himself not think about too deeply.

He’d give anything to see it again, or any expression on Baz other than hatred.

He bets Baz, wherever he is, will smile when he hears the news of Simon’s demise. His thin pink lips stretching into a beautiful sneer, and Simon won’t ever get to see it.

The tear slips down his cheek before he can stop it.

He should be hitting the ground any moment now, not even his erratic magic coming to his rescue. Even though he supposes that might have something to do with the slowing of time. If only he could catch himself.

He tries. Conjures all his will in the last seconds and envisions arms catching him right on time. If he knew a spell he’d say it, but his magic has never really worked like that anyway.

He leaves his eyes shut, doesn’t want to see if this doesn’t work.

He even holds his breath.

He can feel gravity pulling harder.

Any moment now.




Then nothing.

Or it should be nothing. But he feels those magic arms. The ones he pictured.

But they’re thinner than the ones in his mind, and they don’t feel as wispy as he thought they would.

They feel like they’re attached to a body, a thought that startles him into opening his eyes and gasping for breath.

He’s met with the steely gray gaze of Baz. Who’s panting, one arm shaking under Simon’s shoulders and the other dropping his legs. Forcing Simon to stand on his own.

“Bloody hell, Snow. What’re you doing tumbling from the astronomy tower?!” Baz’s voice is hard, edged with a worry Simon’s never heard, but Crowley is he glad to hear it now. “If I hadn’t slowed time you’d be a puddle.”

Simon blinks and tests his weight on his feet. He’s alive. This isn’t a dream.

“Then why’d you’d slow it?” He asks. It’s not a dumb question. Baz shouldn’t be saving him. Baz is meant to do the opposite. “Why didn’t you let me die?”

Baz’s hands are still on his shoulders, and the hard expression on his face waivers for a second.

Simon is expecting a quip, some level of Baz’s usual snark. Something like ‘I don’t want you to die, if I’m not the one killing you.’

But the quip doesn’t come.

“Crowley, Simon.”

Baz whispers softly, leaning forward.

Then, Simon finds himself shocked for the third time tonight as Baz’s lips cover his own.

It’s a hard press. Desperate and full of need.

Simon responds with everything he has.

The Maze Runner: Minho - Trapped Together

Prompt: You’re running the Maze with Minho for the first time to learn you’re route when you both don’t make it back in time.
Requested by anonymous. 

kokomaesadie – I know you wanted me to tag you in a cute/funny minho x reader… some parts of this are cute and funny (and it has a happy ending).  

“Okay Greenie,” Minho says as he rounds the next corner of the Maze, “Pay attention, this route will be yours once we’re finished practicing. You have to take in every detail, every corner, from back to front, so you don’t get lost. If you get lost—

“I’ll end up with the Grievers, I know.” You huff, following closely beside him, “And stop calling me Greenie, would ya? I’ve been here for months.”

“Hmm,” Minho says, “Guess I’ll just have to find another nickname for you then!”

You roll your eyes, “Great,” you mutter sarcastically, already wishing you were running this route by yourself. Then again, even if Minho is one sarcastic, unfunny shank, he is kind of your best friend. Who would have thought, the way you two treat each other?

As you two run together, you think about the training you did beforehand with Minho, just in the Glade to get used to running long distance. Every morning and every night you would run the Glade however many times you needed to, to gradually get fitter and better. Sometimes Minho would run with you as motivation and support, or just to warm up for his own run. Those were the days that your friendship with him really developed.

The shank really helped you out a lot, so you’re forever grateful for his friendship.

You keep your arms moving and your legs pumping, matching Minho’s speed as you run on together. Although starting to feel slightly breathless, you ask him a question, “How on Earth do you remember all these routes?”

“Years of practice.” He mutters, rounding another corner, “Years of running these walls again and again. Memorising turns, memorising numbers.”

“That’s amazing, Minho,” you breathe, awed at his determination and resilience.

“Don’t sweet talk me, Y/N, it’s distracting.”

“Fine,” you laugh, and he laughs too.

A couple hours go by before you stop for something to eat. You packed sandwiches in your backpacks, and you drink only small mouthfuls of water so you don’t get a stitch. The sandwiches are plain and simple, so that they don’t give you a stitch either.

Minho gulps it down in seconds whereas you nibble at it a little.

“Are you even hungry, Greenie?”

You roll your eyes again, “Again with Greenie? Get some new content.” You wrap up the sandwich, “Guess not, I think I’m too nervous to eat.”

His hand falls on yours, “You might not feel like it but you probably should eat anyway, all this running tires you out pretty quickly. We need to fuel ourselves to get through the rest of the day.”

You finish wrapping it up and then you place it back inside your bag, “I can’t force it down.”

“Fine, but don’t go whining for another break, next one isn’t ‘til a few hours!”

Later, you start to feel close to exhaustion. It’s been a good few hours of running, with constant conversation with Minho of course, but as the day grows longer you find yourselves just running in silence instead. Maybe you’ve ran out of things to say, or maybe your both losing your energy fast.

You round another corner when you stumble, and Minho notices although doesn’t say anything. You don’t stumble, ever. Not even in practice. You slow down to a jog, and Minho follows your speed, “Everything okay Greenie?”

You stop and lean against an ivy covered wall, the vines swallowing your arm, “I told you… not to call me… that.”

He comes closer to you, his hand instantly touching your face and lifting it so your eyes meet his, “You should have eaten.”

You shake your head, “But I’m not hungry.”

Minho takes your bag off your shoulders and unzips it, finding the barely eaten sandwich from before. He takes it into his hands and unwraps it, quickly passing it to you. “Eat.”

You stare at it and feel the nausea in your stomach, but you know if you try to keep running you’ll end up passing out. You take the sandwich and bite into it, swallowing a mouthful before chewing again.

Minho unzips his own bag and takes out another sandwich for himself, “Might as well have our second break now.”

“Sorry.” You say quietly, between mouthfuls.

Minho stands up again chewing on his next sandwich, “It’s fine Greenie, it’s your first run in the Maze. Besides, I understand why you’d be too nervous to eat.”

You roll your eyes for what feels like the millionth time, “Again with the nickname, seriously?”

He just shrugs with an amused look on his face.

“And why would I be too nervous to eat, the Grievers? Because I’m not scared—

“Oh no,” he says, waving off what you said, “You’re not nervous because you’re scared. You’re nervous because you’re running in the Maze with some irresistible hot guy who you can’t take your eyes off of.”

Of course Minho is joking, he’s probably just trying to make you feel better, and also trying not address the issue of actually being kind of scared; which you appreciate. But all of his shenanigans with your nickname, and not to mention his previous flirting in the Glade, you decide it would be fun to play along.

You feign a shocked face, “How did you know?” You step closer to him and notice his surprise as he’s caught off guard, “Of course I can’t take my eyes off you—

He shakes his head and playfully shoves you away, “Don’t be such a shank,” and laughs as he packs away his things.

You raise an eyebrow, “I’m not joking Minho, who could run these walls with your beautiful, irresistible self around?”

He stands up, leaving his backpack alone, and comes closer to you. He presses you against the wall of ivy and you realise he’s decided to get back at you, at least, you think he’s just playing around. His eyes travel your body and he says, “I’m not the only irresistible shank here.”

You’re not sure if it’s because you’re tired, but you think you believe what he says. Although, only lasting a moment. He backs off quickly and picks up his bag, slinging it over his shoulders again. “You ready Greenie?”

You swallow nervously, but feel your energy restored enough to continue the route. “Yeah,” you pick up your bag and follow him down the next path.

Minho checks his time, and you notice a worried look on his face, he bites his lip but continues running and suddenly you wonder if you both took longer than you had time for.

You recognise the last stretch of this route, and suddenly feel relieved that you’re close to finishing today’s run. Of course being out here is nerve-racking, but today didn’t put you off from becoming a Runner altogether. The nerves you feel; you’ll just have to get used to them.

“Shit,” Minho shouts, as the rumbling of the Maze entrance and exit doors push closer together.

You push harder and so does Minho, running to beat time, to make it through the doors, but as you reach closer and closer you feel as though you’re not going to make it. The doors leave a tiny gap as you reach them, and suddenly Minho grabs you but you anticipate what he’s about to do and you quickly shove him off of you. The doors close, shut tight, and darkness engulfs the both of you.


You breathe heavily, the exertion catching up to you, you bend over and cough as you try to regain a steady pace of breathing. “You slinthead.”

“You’re the slinthead! You could’ve made it!” He breathes quickly between his words, “You could have made it Y/N!”

You shake your head angrily, “If you pushed me through that door you would have been left here by yourself!”

Minho clenches his jaw, glancing away from you, “Who cares?”

You grab his arm, twisting him back to face you, “I care. If I made it and you didn’t… You are so stupid to even try that on me.”

“If anyone has to die it should be me, I let you come in today! I wasted time flirting with you!”

You shove him against the opposite wall, “I flirted with you too you damn shank! I wasted time too, if I hadn’t been so shucking nervous—

“Slim it Y/N. It wasn’t your fault.”

You swallow, wiping the wetness from your eyes, “It wasn’t your fault either, Minho.” You walk over to the wall behind you and drop onto the ground, your back leaning against it. Your hands find your face as you tremble with fear of the coming night, “Are we going to die?”

Minho slides down next to you, “No… no of course we…” he trails off, and you sob as you realise the truth.

“I’m so sorry Minho.”

He reaches for you and you welcome it. The overwhelming emotions flooding the both of you, all you can do is hold each other in comfort and reassurance. He whispers something, and you don’t quite hear it so you look up to his face with a questioning look, “Sorry?”

“I didn’t want…” He shakes his head, and pulls you closer. You feel his lips on yours, and you respond immediately. The emotions between you two flying off each other, the need for someone else evident.

“I love you, you shank.” He breathes afterwards, pulling you closer to him, “this isn’t how I wanted to tell you.”

“I’m glad that you told me at all,” you kiss him again and then rest your face close to his chest, “Minho if this is how it ends for me, I’m glad I’m at least here with you.”

He kisses your forehead, “So am I.”

Soon, the night grows darker and you await your fate, together.

You wake up to the rumbling of the doors, the streaming of sunlight piercing your eyes. You hold up a hand to the harsh light and look next to you, Minho still comfortably asleep. You must of both fallen asleep sometime during the night, after the panic of hearing clicks and whirs of the Grievers.

Thomas instantly runs through the doors and spots you both together under the ivy, “They’re alive!”

Minho wakes up from the shouting and the noise of the doors and looks at you with disbelief, “We’re alive?”

Thomas pulls you up and then Minho, quickly taking you outside of the Maze. Gladers welcome you with hugs as you’re taken straight to the med-jacks. You sit beside Minho, as if you’re in a dream, you still can’t believe you made it to the morning.

Clint looks for any Griever stings on both you and Minho, all the while your hand clasped with his as you take in the fact that you’re alive and together, that you’re here.

Thomas walks into the hut after Clint is done, and looks at the both of you, “How’d you guys survive the night?”

You look at Minho who seems just as shaken up as you are, he whispers back to Thomas almost too quiet to hear, “I have no freakin’ idea.”

Thomas hugs the both of you, “It better not happen again.”

“It won’t,” you breathe, and Minho pulls you in closer to him.

Thomas leaves both of you, giving you the next few days off for obvious reasons.

Minho sticks by your side at every minute, afraid that you might feel the trauma of almost dying too heavily. But being with Minho helps ease it off.

“I still don’t understand how we survived,” you say, sitting on the grass in the shade. “I mean, we fell asleep. Easy prey.”

Minho shakes his head, “I don’t know how or why, but we did and I’m glad.” He takes a sip of his drink, “Come to think of it, it must be because of you. You must be my lucky charm.”

You shake your head, “That makes no sense, that was the first time you were trapped in the Maze ever. I must be your unlucky charm.”

“No way.” He argues, putting his arm around you, “You’re lucky, definitely lucky.” He kisses your head, and you smile, wanting these days with Minho to last forever. “I know!” He says with enthusiasm, “Instead of Greenie, maybe I should call you Lucky?”

You roll your eyes, “No way,” you laugh and so does he, under the tree with the warmth of the sun and the breath of today. You’re alive, and you’re with him.

itsmootothecow  asked:

Ooh your observation thingy is pretty spot on, what do you think of the multiple endings you can get? I'm completely stumped on what it could mean

There’s a multiple endings mechanic??? I missed that?? Oh my god where have I been what the hecki??

Anyways so without knowing anything about it I’d say that probably only certain things change, since there have to be constants, like Ignis going blind, and Ardyn’s presence, Luna dying, etc.

If there’s multiple routes, I can only foresee it as hypothetical things – plans Ignis has made in his head and thought out till the end before eventually discarding the idea for another plan – and another route. The true route would be what actually happened, which is probs the Ring ending (if that’s an exclusive thing, because lbr Ignis didn’t plan to put on the ring, it’s clear he was running more on emotion then than his usual logical/analytical thinking)

Or perhaps the separate routes are nightmares of Ignis’ that always end the same – with Ignis going blind, with (maybe) having to put the ring on, with Luna dying, etc. Just Ignis trying everything he could to make things different, to change fate, and failing each time, because he can only save one, and that one will always be Noct, even over himself.

Self sacrificing bastard, I love him 

My thoughts? The multiple endings wouldn’t be wildly different because there’s not much wiggle room for there to be wildly different endings. The only thing that could change is how Igs goes blind, and… good god, what kind of tragedies could they come up with, then?

But what they could mean? It means the devs really want to destroy our souls. We give them money and they give us pain and we revel in it. Our tears are their wine.

In all seriousness though, the multiple endings could really… mean anything. Assuming there’s only one true ending and all the other endings are false, then anything could be true – they could be plans that Ignis has made and discarded, they could be Ignis’ nightmares, they could be illusions from Ardyn, they could be anything. It’s a bit scary to think about the potential of it all, because it hurts and my heart literally cannot handle it, holy shit.

Also thank you for this ask. Tho I feel like the answer doesn’t carry that much weight cause I didn’t even know about the multiple endings thing so if you could source me that would be highly appreciated :D

Consequences- Liam Dunbar (8)

part 7

You stood in front of the bedroom mirror, twisting and turning to look at one of your favorite dresses, a disheartened look on your face. You didn’t like it, the swishy fabric and the color just didn’t appeal to you, and it made you feel ugly. It was probably just the pregnancy, but ever since the pack found out, everything you did was hesitantly and felt wrong. You had a hard time doing simple things you used to enjoy, afraid it’d disappoint someone. You stopped wearing your usual clothes, you stopped going out to places you loved, and you even went as far as to avoid everyone. Well, everyone except Liam.

It seemed like you both were inseparable nowadays, and while the seemed to pose a problem during school, you both had your reasons. You didn’t want to leave him, afraid he’d run off into another girl’s arms, and that was the constant reason you clung to him like a life jacket. Your constant fear of losing him to someone else made you extremely clingy. He was afraid something would happen to you, hurting you and the baby. He started noticing things on the dead pool, how your name just magically appeared one day despite you being human.

You sucked in a breath, turning away from the closet before looking at Liam, who sat on your bed with his nose buried in his phone. You pressed your lips together before clearing your throat, catching his attention. “How do I look?” You asked, spinning around slowly until you came to face him again. His eyes were wide, staring at your form as you twirled and showed off your body. He got to his feet and dried his palms with a smile.

“You look good.” He started, looking at your watering eyes and shaking lips. He mentally cursed himself, knowing how sensitive you were, even though you were moving into the fourth month. You swallowed and let out a pitiful squeak, wiping underneath your eyes with sniffle.

“Is it that bad?!” You cried out, tears soaking your flushed cheeks. Liam sighed audibly and walked towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulled you into him, pressing a soft kiss to your hair with a disagreeing hum. You buried your way into his jacket, listening to his quiet breaths. “Just tell me it looks bad.” You whimpered, pulling away to look into his sincere eyes.

“It does not look bad, and it will never look bad.” He hummed, cupping your chin with a smile. “You’re beautiful, every single part of you. The dress is amazing, and I love it.” He whispered reassuringly, pressing a light kiss to your nose. You simply whined but nodded, brushing your eyes and cheeks before grabbing his hand, ready to get the night over.

You sat next to Liam at the table, keeping your fingers intertwined during the whole meal. It was Liam’s idea to tell your parents over dinner, and now, you were starting to regret it. You didn’t know why, but you were beyond nervous, and Liam could practically smell the anxiety coming from you, and he was starting to worry. Several heartbeats later, you were staring down at your food, looking at the fantastic meal as your mouth started to water. It took all you had not to inhale it, but you were pretty sure your parents picked up on the fact you had finished about twenty minutes before they could even start. You stared at Liam’s food, almost begging him to share, which after a few minutes, he did.

You smiled at him, and finished off his food, leaving him with one fourth of the plate. He gawked at you, but didn’t say anything. “So, what’s going on with you two?” Liam’s step dad, finally asked looking between the two of you with confused eyes. “You both seem weird.” You blinked and looked at Liam, meeting his alarming gaze. You smiled weakly and turned back to the older man, offering a grin, despite the awkwardness settling in.

“That’s kind of what we wanted to talk to you about.” Liam hummed, pressing his lips into a thin line. You took his hand underneath table, tracing patters on the back of his hands. “You see, um, we’re…” He stuttered out, scratching the back of his neck with with worried eyes. You squeezed the hand underneath the table, smiling at him with affection pouring from your skin. Liam looked back at you with a reassuring smile before getting ready to speak when he was cut off from your dad.

“Are you two trying to tell us you’re a thing now or something?” He asked, sipping his water with a raised eyebrow. You choked on your drink, swallowing it with a burning throat and watery eyes. You coughed and wiped your mouth clean of food before shaking your head. Out the corner of your eye, you could see Liam giving you a concerned look but you brushed it off.

“No! We’re not dating.” You objected, squeezing his hand tightly. “It’s something like that, but not exactly. We, um, we’re…” You tried to take a deep breath but it felt like your chest was burning, and you rubbed the area where it was hurting the most. You shook your head and tried to force the words out, but they just kept getting stuck. Liam gave you a look before you coughed out the sentence, smile faltering halfway through the sentence. “I’m pregnant.” Liam squeezed your hand, biting his lip when he smelt the fear radiating from your skin. “I’m pregnant, and Liam is the father.”

There was a rush of silence, and all eyes were on you. You swallowed, squeezing Liam’s hand to the point you thought you were going to break it. He looked at you and smiled, letting his eyes wander over your trembling form and shaking lips. You kept your eyes focused on your lap, but even so, the intense gazes of your parents made you extremely uncomfortable. You were just about to get up when Liam’s mom spoke up. “I’m disappointed, but at the same time, I’m excited.”

You bit your lip for what seemed like the hundredth time that night, looking up with tear filled eyes. “Honey, I wish you would’ve come to us earlier.” Your mom said, reaching her hand out to grab yours. You smiled weakly and shook your head. “Honey, it doesn’t matter me. You’re going to be a great Mom, and even though I didn’t want to be a grandmother this young, I’m excited!”

It was as if all the tension was sucked from the room as your parents congratulated you, even going as far as to order a lot of dessert to celebrate. You were glad they were excited, because if they hadn’t been, you wouldn’t have known what to do.


OKAY. SO. THIS IS CRAZY, GUYS. I was going through the JayTim tag and found this post by souliebird.

“Imagine Tim getting an infection and his lack of a spleen causes it to get so much worse and he won’t tell anyone. And he pretends to be out of the country so no one will notice he how sick he is, until someone happens to be patrolling by his apartment one night and sees the lights are on inside.”

Idk what happened but I decided to write and it got out of my control. I believe this is the longest fic I have posted in ages. I’m just stunned! I don’t know what happened but it’s amazing.

So… HERE. *waves arms around* HAVE THIS.

(Also, holy shit it’s been way too long since my last fic I am so sorry I am a piece of shit)


Title: Burdensome
Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, some Dick Grayson, and mentions of Damian, Bruce, and Alfred
Pairing: None, buuuut could be Pre-JayTim
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Lotsa swearing, illness, poor self-care
Word count: 2,546 (wows)


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Today’s goth rant

If you’ve known my tumblr for a while, you probably know that i hate elitism in goth. Typically i call out older goths for bullying the younger generation over petty bullshit BUT this does not mean that i side more with the newer gen of goths. In fact, I have more in common with the older generation when it comes to my view on the sub culture and there is this tiny thing that has snow balled into a bigger thing that young goths do that  ……I. Cant. Stand….Which is try to completely redefine what it means to be goth. And many young goths do this without even realizing it.

First off, I am aware that goth is a music based sub culture but i am also aware that it has changed to the point that the music no longer draws people to the community. Basically, its the rest of goth that draws most young people in, clothes, mindset etc. And this is fine. I mean it cant be helped now that its changed so much. BUT that does not mean that you shouldn’t respect the old scene and music. That’s one of the first things you should look into.

Now lets get down to the one thing that has recently been irking me about some goths(typically but not exclusively females under 30) is this “Upper class goth” thing. Now originally i think this was meant to be a joke between Adora Bat Brat and a friend or something, but was eventually turned into an actual tag on instagram and tumblr. I’ve even seen a woman on facebook use it. Now people like Adora, her followers and her friends may not see anything negative in using this tag, but i’ll explain why there is nothing positive about it.

Firstly, Its pretentious as hell to label yourself as the “upper class” version of something. As if everyone else who doesnt have fame or money like you is less or lower class. 

Secondly, goth has never been about being better than someone else. Goths were misfits that came from all walks of life who were connected through music and dark interests. The term “upper class goth” is so outlandish and vain sounding that a goth from the 80′s would probably laugh in your face if you referred to yourself as it.

And lastly, the term is typically used to describe goths who go all out with their looks. As in makeup, hair, extreme fashion etc. So in order to really define yourself as upper class you need to appear that you have money and the type of life that supports your constant outrageous look. Which again, is just about the most un-goth thing i have heard.

Goth is about music and finding your place in the world among other outcasts. Its about keeping an open mind and not labeling yourself as better than another person. If you rather focus on just the look and fashion, label yourself as something else. Keep goth out of it. Goth isnt about money or status. Its not about dressing to the nines or being gother than someone else. The term “Upper class” does not belong in goth and personally leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

DISCLAIMER: the following was my personal opinions and i am not hating on anyone who uses the tag, i am just stating why i dont agree with it and why i dont think it belongs in goth.

anonymous asked:

GOM + Kagami, Himuro and Nijimura confront a couple of guys after over hearing them checking out and making vulgar comments about their s/o

Did you know that is one of the things you can do to make me hate you? Probably not, but now you do and that’s why there will be some dislocated jaws or smth I guess. And I used female pronouns bc it was hard when they talk about you, okay :-/


Kuroko was used to hear all kind of trash-talk when he passed people by unnoticed, but when he heard your name, his pace slowed down, especially as he saw their expressions. He stepped closer, knowing there was no way they’d notice him.

“… but did you see her ass? I’d give a lot for a handful of her ass, man.”

“Yeah, damn right… But doesn’t she have a boyfriend, though?”

“I’ve only heard rumors, but there only rumors, since I’ve never seen her with another guy like that… Should I make a move on her?”

And his decision to interrupt their conversation was set as he saw the dark smirk on the one that talked first’s face. He stayed beside one of the guys and then coughed discreetly, gaining their attention as they all jumped at his sudden appearance. His brows were furrowed and his fists were balled, but his overall look didn’t really impress the guys.

“What kinda guy are you? And how did you even get in here?”

“I think ______-chan wouldn’t like it if she knew that you are talking about her like this. And as her boyfriend, I also ask you to stop.”

Suddenly, one of them started laughing and (Kuroko was pretty sure it was the one that made the most vulgar comment out of all) walked up to him, almost close enough so he could smell the foul breath that left the guy’s mouth and he almost instantly took a step back.

“Listen here, little boy. If I tried hard enough and even if you are her actual boyfriend, I could probably steal her from you in an instant, let’s be real here. So get the fuck out and forget everything you’ve heard or seen, yeah? You don’t wanna get punched, do ya?”

And then he more or less likely walked out, a small smile on his lips as he waited beside the door frame and when they left, he would ever so subtly stretch out his leg and make them trip, before running off to you. He would also warn you that if they ever bothered you, you should not resist to call him and Kagami for rescue.


Kagami would honestly charge in right away, first kicking the door open with more force than needed, but the scowl was already enough to make the group inch away from the door, staring at him with either displeased or scared expressions and he was sure that they would all not to be able to even move a muscle in their face anymore after he was done with them. But he would not puch first, he’d yell first.

“Okay, what did you just say about _______, you asshole?”

“Hey, wow man! Take it as a compliment, she really does have a nice…-“

And that was when he punched the previously speaking guy across the face and didn’t care if he got in trouble for it, then grabbing him by the collar and pushing him up against the wall, screaming at him to repeat what he just said one more time, just to find the encouragement to give the asshole another punch.

He would probably also continue to punch and yell, until one of the guys belonging to the one he was punching right now went and called a teacher, who forcefully removed the two and the guy knew that he could get in trouble if he got called out on the things he said, so he didn’t tell the teacher about it.

And when you asked him about the few blew spots on his skin later on, he only shrugged it off, even though he received the small things when the guy kicked him in resistance, but he wasn’t very moved by it. He then would stay close to you, not sure if they would try to get revenge at him through you, but he wouldn’t regret the punches he gave, even if it was only to blow off his jealousy.


Kise would first make sure that he heard that right, because he was surprised any guy even thought that they had a chance to get any from you, since he was your boyfriend and no one at the school stood a chance against him. But when the guy continued to talk back at him without beating around the bush, the muscles in his right arm flexed almost instinctively.

“Well, sorry to break it to you, but with a body like that, it would be absurd if _______ was anything more but an used…-“

“Don’t you dare use that word in the same sentence as _______-cchi’s name.”

The dangerous gleam in his eyes creeped out most of the group, but some kept the now still somewhat smug grins on their faces, he would ready himself for a physical fight, if needed to prevent vulgar comments like this being made behind your back. And with his perfect copy, he’d surely be able to beat them, although he might also receive a bloody nose or something, but he didn’t give a damn about how his manager would yell at him later, he only wanted to save you from such crude comments and accusation that were already beyond improper.

He wouldn’t mind getting yelled at by a teacher, especially as he told them the part about their comments and then they would (even though not yet permanently) let him go and he would run to you first, hugging you and ignoring your demands to know what happened to his nose and hold you close. But he would tell you later on and even if you would tell him it hadn’t been exactly necessary, he felt a lot better after throwing those punches than if he would have just left after hearing it.


Midorima would think twice about actually saying anything right then and there, even if it was only because he barely had any experience in serious fist-fights and his hands were above such people, but he didn’t feel like he could let it slide at the same time. But he wouldn’t be able to walk off, especially while thinking that people like this should get told where the line between proper and improper is drawn, so he would at least say something.

“Oh, you’re her current boyfriend… That’s actually sad, buddy. She could do much better than you, like me, for example.”

And after subtly calling the guy saying the worst things out on it, his thoughts turned into a chaos after all the interpretations from this sentence flooded his mind, almost overwhelming him. There was the normal, insulting way to take it and then there was the light sexual and vulgar way to understand it and even the idea of reaching that level with you was almost too much at once to handle, although he managed to keep his composure on the outside.

“I’m her boyfriend and that is final. She wouldn’t even turn her head for someone like you.”

And after those words, he would walk out before punches could possibly be thrown and his lucky item would be moving in an area of potential danger, searching for you as fast as possible. And when he found you, he was suddenly confused why he was searching for you again, because you smiled him so brightly and greeted him with a hug and what did he need to be scared of with you by his side like this?


Aomine would start a fight right off the bat, beating up one at a time and insulting the ones watching and the ones that have been to slow or too stupid to run off. And he would only get more fired up if they showed resistance, because it meant that they were struggling and he finished them in slow, but still powerful punches and kicks, until they couldn’t even find the breath to utter your name anymore.

“If you ever talk about my girlfriend like that, either say it in my face or hers or not at all, you asshole. Now taste my fist!”

And yup, like that it’d go and when a teacher finally noticed the whole thing, he would probably have to call more teachers to help out keeping Aomine back and he would be in quite some trouble (especially because the teachers already don’t like him due to his constant skipping of lessons and club sessions. But when he managed to get away, he would feel you up by the next chance, even if it meant receiving a slap on the hand, because he had to remind himself that all this was all his. And there was no way he’d let another have any of you, either heart or body.


Himuro would know from the first glance on if this was a case of words or fists. When he asked one of them about what he had just said and received the first answer spoken even more sensual and slower after recognizing him, he put this into a case of fists.

“I said that _______ has the nicest tits that aren’t fake in our grade.~”

“I beg your pardon, because I fear that…”

Himuro stepped closer to the talking guy, dangerous smile on his face after closing the door of the classroom they were in to spare any possible witnesses the whole scene, until he was right in front of him. And the trailed off end heightened the anticipation of how he was going to end it, but the end took shape in the form of a knee spiked up in the vulgar guy’s stomach, as everyone jumped and the raven ended his own sentence quietly to himslf.

“I couldn’t quite hear you.”

And he would get out after he was done as fast as possible and either ask one of his fangirls or one of his teammates to cover up for him or give him an alibi, just in case the teachers would be sent his way. He wouldn’t mention it towards you, but only gave you well-covered information on how to avoid comments like those being made behind your back with an adoring smile.


Murasakibara would rather not like to have to end this with a crushed skull, but when the guy gets all about details, this is no simple matter of disrespect anymore. Most guys were smart enough to already run off as he had entered, but some of them had a bit longer, staring at him with smug faces and to observe his reaction. But when he threw a short punch, most of them were terrified and ran off, while he taught the talkative one a lesson. That would probably involve some broken noses and even a dislocated jaw, but Murasakibara’s protector instinct was already activated for too long when teachers came to help the guy. But even they would have problems pinning him down, so they maybe even have to fetch you to calm him down.

“Atsushi! Atsushi, stop! What are you doing?!”

And the scene would probably be scary to see, but the rage in his eyes would visibly fade away when he spotted you and then it wouldn’t take too long for him to return to his usual persona and the teachers had to sit through discussions of the case with him, but they refused to without your presence after they watched in awe how great he responded to you. By the end of the day, he would demand a lot of candy and give you more than usual, remembering that you were only his.


Akashi would step in right away. He would also try to go around a fist fight, because it’d look bad on his report card, but if there was no helping it, he probably will step up in a fighting position. Especially if the guys looked down on him as well, but he was nearly even more angered when he heard the names and descriptions they had called you.

“Shorty, do you really think her fine ass is worth getting beat up for? Because if you don’t, you should leave right now.”

And when his friends tuned in with his barking laughter, Akashi’s face darkened as he already formed a strategy, as to how to get rid of them and their improper thoughts about you. Then he would probably say something to provoke them, so he can say that they started it and swiftly respond with a punch of his own. If they weren’t too many, he would finish them and actually feel a bit disappointed because he wasn’t able to gouge their eyes out so they could never look at you again. And after threatening them to let his father’s contacts play if they told anyone about this, he would leave to search for you. But he honestly wouldn’t tell you about that incident, even if only to not pressure you with the thought of it happening again.


Nijimura wouldn’t even give anyone time to say anything, he knew that his hearing was fairly good, so the first thing entering that room and the guys’ face would be his fist. His karate knowledge would make it fairly hard and dangerous and especially painful (because he learned about the most sensitive spots to attack and responded best to pain in his lessons as well). He would probably even throw a punch at a rather innocent one, even if it was by accident, but he wouldn’t really regret it.

And the black-haired male would also only stop when teachers appeared, calmly walk up to them and then explain the circumstances while trying to calm his trembling fists, but all the bodies moaning in pain on the ground didn’t really make him look like the good guy and there was no witness around to prove what he was saying, so he would probably get suspended. But before that happened, he would explain it to you, so you knew he didn’t just took out some anger on them or something, that he had a reason to punch their ugly faces.

And maybe he would even get told off by his coach and his parents, but at some point, he’d grow tired of standing up for himself if no one was gonna believe him anyway, so he would just listen, but deep inside he was sure that he had done the right thing.

the signs someone of the same sign

aries + aries: lots of adventures and spontaneous trips to the beach at 3am. a lovely couple, you’ll find each other just dandy. you may bump heads a little but neither of you will be able to stay mad at the other.

taurus + taurus: frequent arguments and tons of cute coffeeshop visits. you will have a happy relationship, but probably not one that will last forever. one that will teach you both a lot about yourself.

gemini + gemini: you’ll both be on first name basis with everyone at your favorite pizza place because you’ll go on so many pizza dates. there’s no one you will feel more comfortable with. they’ll be your lover and your best friend.

cancer + cancer: artsiest couple possible. great fashion, you’ll probably get excited and share things that you find on pinterest with each other all the time

leo + leo: i’ll be a constant competition to see who loves the other the most. so many surprise attack hugs + kisses. a straight up john green romance, adoration for one another will be dripping from the two of you.

virgo + virgo: you’ll be bothered by the way they organize things because you’ll both think you’re the best with organization, but you’ll fall so madly in love with each other’s quirks. no one notices details like you.

libra + libra: so much partying and drunken loving kisses, with surprise presents for each other all the time. so ditzy and adorable. you’ll be very happy together.

scorpio + scorpio: so much sex. so much. tons of passion and romance. you’ll never get over the first few months’ butterflies, you’ll always be caught up over them.

sagittarius + sagittarius: you both have wild hearts and spirits. many camping trips, many spontaneous trips to sonic, you’ll probably both get bored and decide to drive to disney world one day. there’s a fire in the two of you that will never be put out.

capricorn + capricorn: lots of arguments, darling. the both of you will find extreme comfort in knowing that the other understands your need for structure and you will not feel guilty or uncomfortable for not knowing how to express your emotions as well as other signs may want you to. but it will be rather dry; nothing new or exciting to stir up the earthquake waiting to erupt inside of you.

aquarius + aquarius: this will be equally romantic and boring. you’ll go back and forth between being best friends and lovers, sometimes madly flailing about how cute or sweet or wonderful they are and other times just being able to comfortable sit in silence together. no one is truly going to understand you quite as well.

pisces + pisces: you will love each other. you will melt into one another and your energy and love will flow like an ocean, back and forth, between your hearts. you will be happy together and you will understand each other’s quirks and interests. very few arguments, i’d think. a lovely combination.

another thing 2 b emo about

is lardo ok?????????

like it’s her senior year, she’s an art student and may be worrying about finding employment when she graduates, shitty is away at harvard, jack (a good friend of hers) is under constant scrutiny by the media, bitty is leaning on her a lot emotionally from what i can see (which is not a bad thing! but it is emotional labour for her), she’s probably very worried about what’s going in with him, she may soon be keeping jack and bitty’s secret as well, and she’s still managing a whole hockey team

when does she have time to practice self-care???

Bed Ridden

He had been looking forward to swim practice today, he had been excited (could you imagine) to race Rin. It had been a while since they had a joint practice and Haru had waited long enough, only to  be held back by waking up feeling like absolute shit.

His head was fogged and throbbing and his eyes had burned the moment he opened them that morning. His stomach rolled, a quick dash  to the fortunately close-by bathroom proving that this wasn’t just the consequence of standing in the rain yesterday. He was almost too tired to move from his spot on the tiled bathroom floor.

Dragging his feet back to his bed, he grabbed his phone and texted Rin for the first time in weeks, I can’t come to practice

Rin would know, he knew Haru would never skip a chance to swim unless it was a real emergency. His boyfriend’s reply came much quicker than expected, I’m on my way, how bad is it? Haru would have chuckled if his throat didn’t feel like sandpaper.

I’m sick With a click, he tossed his outdated phone somewhere on the carpet.

He only had to count the seconds until the doorbell rang and Rin calling his name in that overly worried voice, then he would run up the stairs with his heavy footsteps and melodramatically throw Haru’s door open.

Haru rubbed his eyes, still crusty with sleep and still burning.

BRRRRING The doorbell, check

“Haaaruuuuuu!” Over worried voice, check

Rin stomped up the stairs and Haru worried for the fifth time that month that they would break, check

The door was thrown open, slamming against the wall (thank got he had bought a doorstop) and Rin rushed the the side of Haru’s bed.

He knew this ritual too well.

“Jesus Christ you look like shit” He pressed a warm hand to Haru’s forehead, which was undoubtedly burning. Haru would have replied, “Romantic” but the moment he opened his mouth he was racked with harsh coughing, covering his lips to save Rin from this hell he was experiencing.

The only good thing so far was that Rin looked really cute with his eyebrows furrowed like that, along with the way his eyes looked when he was worried. 

“I’ll go get you some water”

Haru didn’t attempt to say that he probably couldn’t keep it down, another coughing episode wasn’t appealing at the moment. Actually, it didn’t seem appealing ever


Haru didn’t know this sickness could get worse, but he now was having constant flashes of being extremely cold and burning hot. He wondered if Rin was annoyed yet, with him kicking off the blankets then asking for them a few minutes later, and the constant trips to the bathroom (he knew he couldn’t even hold down water but Rin insisted).

After the medicine didn’t work and any kind of food was out of the question, Rin had just said to settle with a cloth soaked in cool water to help bring Haru’s fever down. 

At first, Rin had just sat next to the bed in case he needed to rush somewhere, but now he lay on the bed, head resting on Haru’s shoulder. He wondered how his boyfriend wasn’t fed up with constant sniffing and small bouts of coughing, or how he hadn’t ended up calling the hospital yet (Rin had done that the first time Haru had a fever. The paramedics weren’t very happy)

But for the first time in hours, Haru actually felt sleepy. His eyelids were drooping, the throbbing in his head dulling slightly as Rin scooted closer, head now nestled in the crook of Haru’s neck. He finally fell into blissful sleep, the horrid symptoms of his mystery sickness fading away slowly.

When he next woke, it was to the sound of his alarm, and he woke with his boyfriend lying across his chest and snoring ever so slightly. With a quick smack to his alarm clock he was granted another five minutes of quiet, and five more minutes to realize something.

Rin’s forehead was really warm


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Ughhh this is no where near as long as I wanted it to be, but it’s here no less. I hope you enjoy it ^_^

anonymous asked:

i looove yr taste in games!!! could u rec us some cool pc games?

yes friend!! also thank you that’s a huge compliment as games are a big passion of mine!  aaa this is kinda long but its just random stuff i like that i thought of i could go on forever….

here are some cool games i like:

Lovers in a Dangerous Spacetime

this one is a super cute co-op game where you and your partner play as cute lil aliens controlling a spaceship!  you have to steer and shoot with the thing together and it’s super hectic!  there are constant alien monster threats tryin to end your super cute life as you search for lil buns to collect.  the controls simulate the perfect lil scramble and every time i play there is a ton of yellin and laughin

Stardew Valley

ok another one you’ve probably heard of!  BUT maybe one of my favourite games i have ever played.  it’s THE definitive cutesy farming simulator and you can be gay and customize your character and you can customize EVERYTHING!!! like seriously if you like harvest moon type games this will be your JAM i guarantee.


luftrausers is a really simple + stylish lil arcade-style shooty game where you play as a little seafaring fighter jet and there are a bunch of fun weird synergistic upgrades to play around with!  it often goes on sale for like a dollar on steam and its really satisfying and tight.

Telltale Games!

this is the company behind the walking dead game.  every single game i have played by them has been incredibly well written and has made me cry lmao… i cry easily but also they are real real good!! if youre into story-heavy games or visual novels or…movies… you’ll probably dig em!  there are a ton of diff series but i recommend the walking dead one the most.  waaaa i love clementine…

Gone Home

hopefully you’ve heard of gone home but if you haven’t … GO PLAY IT!!! it’s a teen queer centric mystery game what isnt to like ok i mean really… also you can pick up and look at like every lil detail in the house how cool is that

The Binding of Isaac: Rebirth

isaac is a SUPER ADDICTIVE and imaginative roguelike game with randomly generated dungeons and items. it’s sooo fun to mess with all the crazy item combinations you can get in runs whether your lil crying isaac (whose tears are your weapon) ends up being disgustingly overpowered or super teensy weakling. this game is special to me for more than a few reasons and for 15 dollars?!  i have played over 50 hours already, but i have friends that have played hundreds.


windosill is a three dollar sort of experimental little puzzle game!  you can actually play the first half of the game online for FREE! HEREEE

it’s kind of more of a toy than a game honestly, but it is really relaxing and fun to mess around with!  and you can play some of it free so why not.

“I’ll never let you go”

Things haven’t been perfect. But at least they’re at a constant. There’s darkness, it’s inevitable… so why pretend? 

Fix one, another rises. Fix that, and there’s probably, most likely, definitely another hurdle on it’s way. 

…So what? It is what it is…but, this stays.

This. Love. Love stays. So why push it away?

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