this is rare..sincerity's not my thing

Rare Collection of 100 Introvert Quotes That Will Make You Feel Understood

Originally posted by water-aesthetics

Dear introverts, it’s difficult to understand you. Many people don’t comprehend that solitude and feeling alone are different things. As an introvert, you know that your solitude is a sacred space where you can recharge. We encourage you to have a look at these amazingly thoughtful and profound quotes, which will resonate with all introverts.

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Ok But for real Taako dropping his disguise spell actually kills me cause you know YOU FUCKING KNOW he was 100% sincere about that shit.  You can hear it in his voice, and it actually breaks my heart a little at how he like, actually sounds a little, unsure? like he genuinely thinks Kravitz might feel differently about him now, because of this.

One of my favourite things about Taako is how he’s got this insecure side that we only rarely see?  He’s so good at keeping it hidden, pretending like he’s this endless well of confidence, but then you get these little things, here and there. I’m worried nobody else will have me and him immediately glamouring his changed appearance in Wonderland, and so this is what I look like now, and I just wanted you to know in case that changes anything, for you.

And like, the way he INSTANTLY jumps back into troll mode once he’s got that reassurance.  Like he has to pretend he didn’t just have this very real, sincere moment., has to pretend like it’s just a prank. cause playing it off like a joke is easier than admitting to being vulnerable.  haha that was a actually a test your face is a skull half the time.  

I just.  I have so many feelings about this scene.  I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT TAAKO I LOVE HIM SO MUCH UGH UGHHH

Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (Sebastian Stan x Reader) Pt. 5

A/N: hello lovelies! part 5 is finally here! This chap gets hella angsty AND steamy! ;) I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah

Warnings: Angst. Sexual pictures. NSFW. Online relationships. Swearing. There is a very graphic picture at the end so beware lol!

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twinkletoestheberserker  asked:

Do you ever write something, think it's awesome, and then get 0 reaction to it? And then just jot something down and people think it's AMAZING? How do you deal with this kind of disconnect between yourself and your audience?

This feels like a question that speaks to two different communities at the same time.

As a professional author, writing books and stories for which I am paid money, I very rarely get zero reaction.  Sometimes I get negative reaction, either sincere (”this didn’t work for me”) or metatextual (”the author is a filthy fucking SJW liberal bitch and I hate her personally and she smells”), and I’m not going to pretend that doesn’t sting.  At the same time, all the negative reviews in the world won’t cancel my checks, so I still get paid, and that takes some of the sting out of things.  I write for myself, for the people who like my stuff, and to feed my cats/pay my bills, so as long as those boxes are checked, I don’t feel the disconnect.

As a fanfic author, writing stories for which I am not paid money, but am paid in “comment cookies” of positive feedback, I do sometimes have things land with a resounding thud.  This can happen for so many reasons.  Maybe the fandom is really small and there are only six people in my potential audience (”Flowers for Barry Ween,” for example).  Maybe the fandom is huge, and I’m not a BNF there, so I can’t find the readership (my very few Harry Potter pieces).  Or maybe people just don’t realize that, as someone who exists in both spaces, I still crave feedback and praise the way I crave candy corn: constantly and in sickening quantities.

You can’t predict the audience.  You just can’t.  I’ve been writing and sharing fanfic since I was fifteen and joined my first ElfQuest fanzine.  You just have to keep going, and remember that unless you’re getting paid, you’re under no obligation to keep writing anything that doesn’t make you happy.

Chocobo Down ((Prompto feat. Chocobo/Bros))

This is what I was working on it’s so long help. I’m just not nice to these boys at all. I love them, honest. @kaciart‘s art here at http://kaciart.tumblr.com/post/163609887568 of Prompto stepping up and doing his best under harsh conditions, along with his chocobo who is too good for this world. There’s a bit of blood, too.

Fun fact: ‘Ferrum’ means ‘blade/iron’ in Latin, fitting for ‘Gladio’ the sword, and ‘Mico’ translates to ‘flash’ like a camera. Pretty cool, huh P:


“Between you and me, I’ve got the better bird.”

“Oh yeah? And why is Mico best bird?”

Ferrum,” Gladio corrects, amusement in his rumble of a voice at the gunner’s failed ruse. “Is far stronger and could eat that puny chickatrice of yours for breakfast.”

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I'm sorry for the drama, but I finally have to address this guys

I’ve been super patient and understanding with this particular 15-16 yo young woman, but today I’ve had enough of her lies. The reason why I say her age is because I know that when you’re young, you may say things that you don’t understand or mean, but I think she’s old enough to know that words have consequences, especially online.

I am addressing the account mahnoorjahan.

I’ve blocked mahnoorjahan because this isn’t an isolated incident, but basically, she constantly talks about me and receives asks about me from anons. The reason I know is because I have followers who see them and they show it to me saying, “look at this person talking about you.” My usual reply is, “just ignore her, I barely know that blog.”

When I started my blog in February, she was one of the first blogs I followed. We had one chat about fan IG accounts and how they screenshotted some of my work and posted it without any credit. The chat was really friendly and she seemed really nice and we became mutuals.

That was when it all went downhill. She started to become the anti blog that she is now and always reblogged posts to start fights, and constantly had drama on her ask box. I unfollowed her because that’s not what I want on my dash.

Today, someone sent me this screenshot:

From what I gather, the anon who posted this clearly doesn’t like me (LOL super obvious), but they also know that mahnoorjahan doesn’t like me either. Therefore, they rant to mahnoorjahan about the Instagram HC. You can find that post here. By reading that post, you can understand the drama which unfolded, and yes, I shouldn’t have been so brash and upset about it to @valamerys but the drama has passed and we haven’t gotten into any trouble since. I am not the one continuously making drama by rehashing things that occurred months ago and adding onto the reblogs this comment:

And because she’s mentioned it, I have sincerely apologised about the Chaol post (here) and have moved on as there is nothing else I can do but learn from my mistakes. I rarely “throw tantrums over everything.”

So, I’m addressing this incident because mahnoorjahan has been saying clear lies about me. If you go through all my history, you will know that there was no “petty bitch fight over petty bitch fight.” If you’ve been following me since February, you will know that I am genuinely nice to people. And yes, I do have hypersexualised content on my blog. It’s no lie and there’s nothing wrong with that to me. If you don’t want to see that content, you don’t have to follow me. However a lot of you have said that you follow me because of this content. SJMs books themselves contain mature content so it’s not like I am making these posts about a G rated series.

I’m also addressing this because I’ve had enough of her reblogging other people’s posts and being quite rude, expressing anti opinions on non-controversial posts. We work hard on creating content for this fandom and it feels shitty reading awful comments. Most of you might not do or say anything because you’re scared of backlash and honestly I am too but someone needs to acknowledge that this kind of behaviour is unacceptable. If any of you have fallen victim to this person (as I know many of you have since I’ve talked to a lot of you), I just want to say that I’m here for you and please don’t believe everything you read online. Come straight to the source, and ask people, before making your judgments.

I don’t want this to get too ugly, but I just wanted to say my side of the story that mahnoorjahan has been saying about me, and to clarify with you guys that what she says about me is not true.

INFJ Confession #4000

INFJ life is hard. Being full of so many contradictions can leave one feeling overwhelmed and weary. I truly wish sometimes that I could simply tuck away my analytical nature and just take things at face value. I remember reading an Earnest Hemingway quote about happiness in intellectuals being rare. Sometimes I fear that for me and my fellow INFJs who feel the need to know the ‘why’ to EVERYTHING. I sincerely hope that we can learn to ease up and live in the now.

Doctor Who sentence starters

Both New Who and Classic Who are represented.

  • “Oh, I thought you were my mirror image………until I realised I wasn’t the one holding a gun”
  • “If we fight like animals, we die like animals.”
  • “I love humans. Always seeing patterns in things that aren’t there.”
  • “Could you hurry up and close the door? Your ship’s about to blow up; there’s gonna be a draft.”
  • “You need to get yourself a better dictionary. When you do, look up “genocide”. You’ll find a little picture of me there, and the caption’ll read “Over my dead body.”
  • “You’re bluffing. There isn’t a sincere bone in your body… there isn’t a bone in your body!”
  • “The universe is big. It’s vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles.”
  • “You want weapons? We’re in a library! Books! The best weapons in the world!”
  • “Some people live more in 20 years than others do in 80. It’s not the time that matters, it’s the person.”
  • “Never ignore coincidence. Unless, of course, you’re busy. In which case, always ignore coincidence.”
  • “This is who I am, right here, right now, all right? All that counts is here and now, and this is me!”
  • “I am and always will be the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams.”
  • “Always take a bannana to a party.”
  • “Geronimo!”
  • “Allon-sy!”
  • “Fantastic!”
  • “You wanted advice you said. I never give it. Never. But I might just say this to you. Always search for truth. My truth is in the stars and yours is here.”
  • “I don’t believe that man was made to be controlled by machines. Machines can make laws, but they can not preserve justice. Only human beings can do that.”
  • “You destroyed a whole planet just to save your own skin. You’re insane!”
  • “One day I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. Until then, there must be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties. Just go forward in all your beliefs and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine.”
  • “Life depends on change, and renewal.”
  • “Yes. When I say run, run like a rabbit. Run!”
  • “Our lives are different to anybody else’s. That’s the exciting thing, that nobody in the universe can do what we’re doing.”
  • “You haven’t been trying to play this, have you? ”
  • “Are you trying to tell me that you were going to make cocoa in my lab?!”
  • “That wasn’t a question. That was a statement.”
  • “Would you like a Jelly Baby?”
  • “You’re standing on my scarf.”
  • “Shut up K9”
  • “Do you think I might attract attention?”
  • “If I tell you want you want to know, I betray millions of people in the future. I can’t do that.”
  • “Yes… perhaps it is time we were leaving. Don’t want to be blamed for starting a fire, do we?”
  • “That’s monstrous! Vaporisation without representation is against the constitution!”
  • “When did you last have the pleasure of smelling a flower, watching a sunset, eating a well-prepared meal? … For some people, small, beautiful events are what life is all about!”
  • “An apple a day keeps the… Ah, never mind.”
  • “That’s the trouble with regeneration. You never quite know what you’re going to get.”
  • “It’s times like this I wish I still had my scarf.”
  • “You were expecting someone else?”
  • “ Change? What change? There is no change… no time, no rhyme, no place for space, nothing! Nothing but the grinding engines of the universe, the crushing boredom of eternity!”
  • “Guns can seriously damage your health, you know!”
  • “You don’t understand regeneration, Mel. It’s a lottery, and I’ve drawn the short plank.”
  • “Yes, that’s right, you’re going. You’ve been gone for ages. You’re already gone. You’re still here. You’ve just arrived. I haven’t even met you yet. It all depends on who you are and how you look at it. Strange business, time.”
  • “Your species has the most amazing capacity for self-deception, matched only by its ingenuity when trying to destroy itself.”
  • “You can always judge a man by the quality of his enemies.”
  • “You dreamt you could hold back death. Isn’t that true?”
  • “Great men are forged in fire. It is the privilege of lesser men to light the flame.”
  • “Excuse me, do you mind not farting while I’m saving the world?”
  • “Good. Put her on a slow heat and let her simmer!”
  • “ You let one go, but that’s nothing new. Every now and then, a little victim’s spared. Because she smiled, because he’s got freckles, because they begged. And that’s how you live with yourself. That’s how you slaughter millions. Because once in a while, on a whim, if the wind’s in the right direction, you happen to be kind.
  • "The angels have the phonebox.”
  • “ I’ve seen fake gods and bad gods and demigods and would-be gods; out of all that, out of that whole pantheon, if I believe in one thing… just one thing… I believe in her.”
  • “All of time and space; everywhere and anywhere; every star that ever was. Where do you want to start? ”
  • “Don’t be lasagna”

anonymous asked:

I really love the miraculous au!!! its so cool! could you do that one masked ballroom scene from the original post? >u< if you don't mind of course <3

Its the coolest thing ever, I spent most of tonight freaking out over it XDDD Bless @emthimofnight for coming up with this amazing AU <3

So yeah I don’t mind writing more for it haha. Thank you again to emthimofnight who told me more about the ballroom scene so I could write this!

THE INCREDIBLE FANART THAT INSPIRED THIS & other thing I already wrote for this au & a third thing I wrote for this au

Miraculous Ladybug au, featuring Killua (secretly Chat Noir) and Gon (secretly Ladybug). Enjoy!


The sad thing was, Gon almost didn’t recognize his best friend.

Not because Gon was a bad friend. Far from it; he could usually find Killua in a crowd just from the hunch of his shoulders, the hands shoved in his pockets. Gon didn’t need to see the starlight-silver hair or flash of midnight blue eyes to recognize the person Gon had grown up with his whole life.

This, though. This was entirely different.

“What’s the matter, Gon?” Killua asked, familiar smirk growing underneath an unfamiliar mask. “Cat got your tongue?”

Gon was too speechless to respond to the pun.

Killua was dressed head to toe in a startling white suit, adorned with matching gloves and an intricate cat mask that hid most of his face. His eyes- beautiful, shining, the deepest blue Gon had ever seen- glowed in the dim light, sparkling like jewels. The final touch was Killua’s hair- instead of its normal chaotic mess, Killua’s hair was now swept back in a graceful arc.

Gon’s heart throbbed. He had always known Killua was pretty. It wasn’t hard to miss the way other kids at school stared at him sometimes, despite the fact that Killua was a Zoldyck and ‘not to be trusted’ for a reason that made Gon’s hands shake with fury.

But right now- this very moment, standing in the center of a crowded Masquerade Ball, with chandelier lights glittering in the background and sweeping music drifting through the air-

This was the first time Gon realized how utterly breathtaking Killua truly was.

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Another Original

Request: Elijah Mikaelson one shot off the two prompts “I’m very busy right now and you’re distracting me” & “Do you have any idea how much I want to kiss you right now?” xD – Anon

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Warnings: none, I’m surprised.

Word Count: 2582

Ooh. ‘Lijah.

(gifs not mine, credits to owners)

Of all people you would surround yourself, you happened to end up with the Mikaelsons. The first vampires, the oldest, reckless, quite wise set of people you have met. But you weren’t any lower than them, you’re just as old as them, not so reckless, and wise. No, they aren’t your siblings, you’d rather go to hell than be part of that drama that’s their family.

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chrt-jiang  asked:

hey bell!! i need some fact checking for a benllas fic 😎 - does ben drive? - does bens dad hurt him at all??? emotionally and/or physically? - if ben gets angry enough to snap at someone, does he immediately apologise? or does he wait it out?

A. Ben can drive!

B. Ben’s relationship with his dad is a tough one. I imagine his dad would like, occasionally smack him here or there. Emotionally, Ben gets a lot of anxiety from his dad. Mr. Maxwell is a strict and very critical dad.
He doesn’t like talking or thinking about it, though.

C. When Ben snaps, he needs space.

Stages of Ben’s rare, rare, anger.
1. The outburst.
2. Here’s why they were wrong and I’m right
3. Here are my justifications on why I snapped
4. Maybe I was wrong after all.
5. Self Loathing Time
6. Here is my timid apology
7. Much, much, later, after peace has been made: here is my sincere apology on that thing that happened like ages ago.

i’ve been thinking about ramses’ whole “you’re useless” thing @ juno regarding his eye and man… fuck. is it really any wonder juno agreed to help him? like imagine you’re juno, you’ve lost one of the main skills you used to always bank on, you’re depressed, you feel like you can’t help anybody, and this mf comes along and straight up goes “yeah. yeah you suck and you can’t help anyone, but i have a quick and easy solution to help you so long as you help me” like… that’s shady as fuck, especially since he makes a point to not reveal his actual goals, but dude. if i were juno, i absolutely would’ve taken my fucking chances with the solution being offered

it’s smart and clever in the sense that is is targeted and manipulative and plays on weaknesses ramses knows juno has, as well as reaffirming beliefs juno already holds (and it’s a different reaffirmation than say, mick, yelling at him and telling him to pick himself up and pull himself together. with mick, it was genuine, ‘people want to help but they can’t until you stop being such an asshole and help yourself’, whereas ramses only puts juno in that vulnerable place to essentially sell him something). it would sound, to juno, like ramses is confirming the truth, saying what other people are too afraid to say, but you know the thing about people working for profit is they are… rarely sincere or completely honest in their message or how they say they’ll go about it. any means justify the ends kind of thing, and you really get the vibe that he looked juno up and he was going to say/do everything in his power to get juno on his side (especially when juno agreed and he said “i knew you would” or w/e like yikes! red flag #83478)

and my guy. my dude. i would never, ever trust a smooth talking politician who says exactly what you already think as well as spouting ideological but physically impossible rhetoric like “clean the city”, but the problem with those kinds of characters is they do not make it easy to hate them (or i guess, you can hate them but because they’re saying what you already think, you don’t think they are WRONG). that’s like, the whole goal.

what i’m saying is i think ramses is a liar and snake, i think we don’t know any of his motivations (and the ones we do know sound like this guy walked straight out of gotham city ffs), and i am both very intrigued and kind of terrified to see if he ever drops the mask of saying exactly what everyone wants to hear.

propshophannah  asked:

"Did you know you have a heart-shaped scar right there?" —ELRIEL

These Elriel ones will KILL ME and I love it thank you. Hope you like, friend!

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“Did you know you have a heart-shaped scar right there?”

“I– what?” Azriel spluttered, his face screwing up in an expression of rare surprise.

“Right there,” Elain said, walking forward and turning him back around so that his back was to her.

His shirtless back.

He had been in the middle of training her - outside in the hot sun per her request and now she was poking around on his back very, very close to his wings.

“I know you can’t see it, but it looks like a heart,” she said very matter-of-factly.

Azriel liked Elain, he enjoyed being around her. But he wasn’t quite comfortable yet with how comfortable SHE seemed to be around him.

“Okay,” he mumbled, jerking away from her and being very careful not to let her touch his wings. “Let’s get back to training.”

“We’ve been training for hours, Azriel,” Elain groaned. “Can we just sit for a moment?”

Azriel sighed, but nodded his head. Elain grinned, grabbing the canteen before plopping herself down in the grass. She took a long drink and then offered it to him. He shook his head and she frowned.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Azriel’s shadows wrapping around him while she reveled in the sunshine. Two sides of a coin.

He felt her gaze before he saw her and shifted uncomfortably.

“You’re staring,” he mumbled almost inaudibly.

“I’m telling you it looks just like a heart,” she said simply. “It’s quite beautiful honestly.” Azriel shot her a look. “What?”

“Scars aren’t beautiful.”

Much to his surprise, Elain chuckled.

“Well that’s ridiculous. Scars are all sorts of beautiful. They tell a story. See I have this one on my ankle from when I fell out of a tree as a child. And this one on my shoulder is from just the other week when Nesta accidentally clipped me with that sword.”

Despite himself, Azriel chuckled.

“She was so upset.”

Elain laughed too. “I told her a hundred times it wasn’t her fault. And when she found out that Illyrian steel will scar even fae skin she was a wreck.”

The two laughed together for a few seconds until Azriel’s shadows started whispering to him that he didn’t deserve to laugh. Not with her, not someone so innocent.

“My scars don’t tell good stories,” he finally said softly.

Elain didn’t speak for a moment or two. Right as Azriel wanted to absolutely disappear into his shadows, she scooted right next to him in one movement until they were hip to hip.

“They might not tell good stories,” she said plainly. “But… they paint a beautiful picture. Like one of Feyre’s paintings. Sometimes she paints sad things, but the picture itself is beautiful. Because it shows something real. It shows a journey.” She paused, tapping her fingers over his heart shaped scar. “Your journey is just longer than others. But also more beautiful.”

Even though it would be a long time until Azriel believed those words, he appreciated them in that moment all the same.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely, catching her eyes in a rare move.

Elain smiled brightly.

“Anytime.”

Bucky² (Epilogue)

Summary: You’re a mutant with the power of dimensional, spatial and time manipulation, meaning you can travel to and from dimensions, spaces and different times with ease. But one day, when you’re coming back from a particularly long mission, you brought something back that should never have come with you in the first place.

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything that Marvel has created and I certainly don’t own Sebastian Stan.

Warnings: Major familial sweetness and Bucky fluff.

40′s!Bucky x Present!Bucky x Reader


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Y/N’s POV:

It’s been fifteen beautiful years with Bucky. 

For those of you that are unaware, we’ve been married for fourteen of those years and we’ve had our ups and down like any couple but we’ve always pulled through.

It was our anniversary today and Bucky had told me that I should ‘doll myself up’ like in the old days, so that’s what I was doing in front of the vanity with my one-year-old girl on my lap. Her thick yet growing Y/H/C hair was pulled back from her small forehead and up in a hair tie. Her hair parted like a little fountain atop her head. It always made me smile. She was watching me paint my lips red with liquid lipstick, her baby-blue eyes watching in fascination, reminiscent of her father. 

That, or she was wondering how she could see two of Mummy.

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This is just a comment on how awesome Elliott is

My mother was telling me last night about how she thinks I’m hyper-focused on Elliott all the time and how I’m obsessed, but the thing is, I’m not obsessed with Elliott, I’m obsessed with his view on human nature. To me, Elliott is so interesting because he rarely put a mask on. He was sincere about how he viewed raw, human nature and lived through it himself, even though he understood it almost better than anybody. Instead of the usual topic “falling in love with your lover” or “missing your lover” (which are totally great subjects too), he sang about dependence and frustration and loss of control, but in a way that wasn’t saturated into a caricature of itself, or it would only convey one emotion. Because he conveyed his topics sincerely, none of his songs ever have one interpretation or feeling, and for me, that means the song can never get tiring because it changes depending on the listener’s viewpoint or mood. I also believe that within his music and his life, so much can be taught within mainstream society. I think that his songwriting through different viewpoints also eliminates the idea of “labeling” something or someone as “happy” or “depressing” and arrives at something more complex.  Elliott himself is subject to this act of labeling in our culture because he’d arrive at an interview and have a question thrown at him like, “are you a sad-sack?” and in reality, he was SO much more than this depressed, pessimistic, folk singer guy that mainstream media viewed him at the time. Labels can be important when it comes to simplifying your day to be more efficient with things that will get you along in life, but I don’t think people should be subject to them, because humans are so much more than two or three simple words. 

I am so sorry, that rant turned into something entirely else. 

The Wedding Planner - t h r e e. Ethan Dolan Mini Series

A/N: Hola! Sorry this has taken so long, i’m just lazy! Enjoy!
Word Count: 2,780
Warnings: None, I think there might be swearing but..
I wasn’t going to post this today, but it’s @artdolan‘s birthday, so this is for her! I love you Emi, Happy Birthday!

I spend the next few days doing absolutely nothing, and I make it my mission to stay inside my apartment for as long as I can. I took my time off as an opportunity to restock all the food in my fridge (online shopping, of course), and to catch up with Amelia. The minute she found out I wasn’t working, she was at my front door juggling a bag of Chinese food and a bottle of wine.

“You wouldn’t believe this guy, Mel, like honestly, he was just like this overgrown man child,” I whined, popping open a second bottle of wine, this time from my own personal stock, and filling up our glasses.  

Our Chinese food had been long eaten and empty boxes were discarded by our feet, too drunk and too lazy to clean it up.

As much as I loved my job, it was stressful at the best of times, and I rarely got a chance to vent out my frustrations. Alcohol tended to make me relax, and therefore very talkative, meaning I’ll usually blurt out everything I wouldn’t say if sober.

Amelia loved to take advantage of it. She says that sometimes it’s the only way she can get me to open up to her.

“You know…” she smirks, and I lift my eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. She takes a sip of wine for dramatic effect, and I roll my eyes at her, nudging her arm with my toe.

“Considering you can’t stand him, you sure do like to talk about him.” She said, raising her eyebrow in a way that’s daring me to challenge her. I gaped at her, opening my mouth only to close it again, my alcohol slugged mind struggling to form words.

“What? No!” I finally splutter out, putting my wine down. “No really, Mel -hic- it’s not like that. He genuinely -hic- he genuinely makes me angry! I mean yes, he’s extremely attractive, and if he had the personality to match, I’d definitely consider going there, but no. I’m honestly -hic- not attracted to him what so ever!”

Amelia laughed, and turned her full body around on the couch to face me.

“Honestly though, why do you dislike this guy so much? I mean yeah, he was rude to you,” I sit up and my protest is on the very tip of my tongue, but she holds her finger out to silence me, “and that was wrong, but he did apologise!”

“I…I don’t..” I trailed off, not really sure what to say. She did have a point. Why was I being so harsh?

“Maybe you’re right,” I tell her, picking up my wine again. “He caught in me when I was in a mood, and it would be unprofessional of me to hold a grudge. Yes, ok, you’re right. I’ll apologise.”
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Waking up the following morning wasn’t fun. My head felt like it had been split in two, and for the first time in years I have gotten so drunk that now I was desperately battling the need to vomit everywhere.

I had originally planned to ring Grayson, but after 5 hours of headache that probably didn’t plan on disappearing within the near future, I opted for email being the better choice.

Y/NWEDDINGPLANS@GMAIL.COM

SUBJECT: Wedding arrangements.

Hi Grayson,

Hope all is well. I was wondering when you’re next free, we need to arrange numerous things for your wedding, one of them being flowers. It’s a small start, as I was thinking we could deal with all the smaller things whilst Maya was away, and then she could join us when we started planning the more important things.

As it just so happens, I have a close friend who owns a florist shop, my clients have been going to her since I started my career. Perhaps we could meet there to start with, and if you’re not happy we go elsewhere.
See you soon!

Sincerely,

Y/N

Two hours had rolled around before Grayson had replied, my laptop dinging to notify me of an email as I cooked myself pasta for dinner. Home cooked meals were something I rarely got time for.

GraysonDolan@Gmail.com

SUBJECT: RE: Wedding arrangements.

Hi Y/N

I’m free whenever you need me. I’m the boss of my own company and I am willing to allocate myself time off whenever you need me to, to help ease the strain of planning a wedding in only two months.
Just let me know when you want me, and I’ll be there.

Sincerely,

Grayson.

P.S The florist shop sounds like a great idea!

I was thankful to Grayson, that he was willing to be so flexible and he was right, he was making it easier for me to plan this wedding.

I emailed back asking if he wanted to meet up with me at 10am tomorrow, and he agreed, so I gave him the address and said I’d see him there. That gives me a final day to relax before I have to get back to work, and given the short amount of time I’ve been granted to plan the wedding, I imagine that I won’t be able to take another break until this whole fiasco is over.

I spent the rest of my day mooching around, just doing small mundane jobs such as decluttering my apartment and making sure that I was up to date with all my bills. I also had a tediously lengthy conversation over the phone with my mother, who was once again keen to remind me that she wanted grandchildren.

Honestly, I was thankful when bed time rolled around, because I was starting to get bored. I’m so constantly busy nowadays that it’s like I’ve forgotten how to relax, and I’m suddenly itching for something to do.
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Fortunately, because I know where the location of the florist is very well, I’m not late to meet Grayson this time. He still beats me though, and he and Ethan are sat outdoors on the dainty little tables of the café next door.

Grayson jumps up from his seat when he sees me and he instantly walks over to greet me, whereas Ethan takes his time standing up and begrudgingly walks behind Grayson to follow him to where I’m standing.

We exchange our hellos, Ethan and I barely giving each other a nod of acknowledgment, and I lead the way into the shop, breathing in deeply as the overpowering smell of nature lingered in the air. It’s a smell I’ll never get tired of.

“I’m just going to let Kat know that we’re here,” I say, already making my way to the front desk, “why don’t you have a look around and see if you can find anything you like?”

Kat is a woman I’ve known way before I ever started my wedding planner career. She’s a small lady, in her mid 60’s, and her hair is just beginning to grey. I visit her once a month, as I often come here to buy a bunch of flowers for my father’s grave.

My father wasn’t much of a flower man himself, but whenever he brought home flowers for my mother, they were always ‘Forget Me Not’ flowers, also known as Mycositis, so every month I would come in to buy a bunch of them, and Kat would always keep them behind the till for me, ready to buy.

Kat has become a close friend to mine, so if my clients like her shop, which they always do, because Kat somehow manages to obtain every flower imaginable, regardless of the season, I like to bring  them for, to bring her in a great deal of business.

“Kat!” I grin, walking around the counter to give her a hug, which she openly accepts.

“Hello, dear. Oh goodness, it’s not been a month already has it? I completely for-“

“No! No, Kat, it’s okay,” I laugh, pulling away from the hug, “I’ve got a lovely young gentleman here who is getting married in about 2 months, and he’s not sure what flowers he wants, so I brought him here for your expertise.”

“I see,” she says, leading me out from behind the desk. We walk around the shop to find Grayson knelt down beside a display of Pointsettia flowers. He’s holding his phone out in front of him, and he’s speaking to it in a low, quiet voice. He’s on FaceTime with Maya.

“That’s the Christmas flower dear, not very practical for an Autumn wedding, hm?” Kat teases him, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Grayson huffs out an embarrassed laugh as he stands up, pointing the camera back towards him, Maya’s beaming face on the other end.

“Y/N! It’s so nice to see you again,” she tells me, sounding genuinely excited. It reminds me that whilst this may be nothing more than 2 months of utter hell for me, at the end of it, yet another couple get their happily ever after, something that they entrusted me to make perfect for them.

“And you,” I say, offering a wave and a grin. I turn my attention to Kat, who has been watching the interaction with a fond smile on her face.

“Grayson, Maya, this is Kat. Kat is a personal friend, who I have been coming to for all my flower needs for years, and I promise you that you won’t be disappointed.”

Kat blushed and swatted at my arm good naturedly before offering a hand for Grayson to shake. “And you must be the lovely bride,” she said, waving at Maya, who waved back.

“Now then, do you have any idea what kind of flowers you want?” She asked, to which she received a blank look from Grayson. Kat and I both laughed.

“Erm, we don’t know really. Just anything wedding-y, I guess,” Grayson shrugged, looking down at Maya to see if she had anything to say.

She was just as clueless to Grayson, so Kat lead us all to a shelf tucked away in the back of the shop and pointed at the flowers displayed there. “These, my dear, are the traditional wedding flowers.”

The shelf was adorned with Roses, Tulips, Calla Lillies, Hydrangeas, Peony, Ranunculus and several other traditional wedding flowers, an explosion of colours that takes my breath away every time I see them.

I hear Maya’s excited squeal and I laugh to myself, excusing myself to walk around the shop and give them time alone with Kat so that they can decide between them. As I make my way around the shop, I’m so immersed in looking at all the floors that I almost walk straight into Ethan.

“Oh, So-“ I cut myself short as I look up to see Ethan looking down at me, a twisted smirk on his lips. I narrow my eyes at him, anger already flowing through my blood. Apologies be damned.

“Oh, it’s you.”

His chuckle is cold, and it sounds like it comes from a place of annoyance rather than amusement.

“What, no apology?”

I scoffed. “And why would I apologise to you?”

His smirk becomes more twisted, and I internally pump my first in victory as he poorly hides the irritation from his face.

“For a professional, how the hell can you be so childish?”

My jaw drops open in disbelief, “Me?! Childish? Are you kidding me? You’re the one who had a tantrum towards me the first time I met you!”

His eyes narrowed, and he took a step towards me. It was an intimidating move, but I’m incredibly stubborn, so I held my ground.

“You were late! And I apologised for that! You were the one who didn’t accept my apology!”

I took a step towards him, my eyes narrowing further. I was practically squinting at this point, and it must of looked ridiculous, but I don’t care. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was the brother of the man who was paying me to plan his wedding, I would have been full blown screaming in his face.

“You didn’t deserve one!” I hissed.

I don’t know what it is, but everything about this guy just fills me with rage. He brings out a cruel, childish side of me, regardless of the fact that I barely know him, and it appears that I bring out the same ugly side of him.

We’re standing so close at this point that if we were the same height, we’d be nose to nose.

A forced cough trips through the tense atmosphere, and I break out of whatever enraged trance I was in, stepping back and refusing to look at Ethan.

I turn to look at Grayson, who is looking at us with a shocked expression, holding a bunch of Stephanotis. My cheeks heat up, and I too become shocked when I realise what just happened.

“Erm, we’ve picked our flowers, and I er, just wanted to show you some samples of the ones we chose,” Grayson spoke slowly, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. I feel mortified.

“Oh, they’re… lovely.” I tell him, barely able to look him in the eye. I can’t believe how unprofessional I’ve been. I’ve never let my emotions get in the way of business, until now.

I can’t help but feel more resentment towards Ethan.

No one has ever managed to get such a reaction out of me before, and I don’t know why Ethan is different, but I have a feeling it might just have cost me a job.

“Well, I’m just going to pay … for …” He trailed off, clearing his throat again, before swiftly turning and walking towards the front desk.

I don’t even need to look at Ethan to know that he has a smug smirk on his stupid face. His whole body is practically radiating with cockiness.

I huff, unable to stop myself, and walk away from Ethan before I can make the situation worse for myself.

I stand at the door of the shop, patiently waiting for Grayson to pay, whilst Ethan walks to the desk to join him. I can’t look at them, so I pretend to be looking at the flowers with added interest.

“No E, I can’t let you,” I hear Grayson protest, and curiosity gets the better of me, so I look up.

Ethan has pushed Grayson to the side and pulled out his own wallet, dodging Grayson trying to grab him as he puts his own card into the payment slot.

“Nah bro, don’t worry, I got this one.” Ethan tells him, nudging Grayson’s arm good naturedly. Grayson pulls him into a side hug. It’s sweet, and I’d of enjoyed watching the interaction a lot more if Ethan didn’t piss me off so much.

What an asshole.

They finish paying and we make our way out of the shop, Ethan not even bothering to say goodbye as he walks straight towards Grayson’s car. Jerk.

“Grayson… about earlier.. That was incredibly unprofessional of me. I’m so sorry. That’s never happened before, and I promise it won’t happen again.”

Grayson studies me for a few moments and he’s not angry. He just looks curious. Eventually he sighs and nods at me.

“Maya likes you,” he says, and when I bow my head in shame, Grayson puts a comforting hand on my arm, “and I do too,” he adds quickly, which makes me smile.

He sighs again, running his hand in his hair. For the first time, I notice how tired he looks, and guilt tugs at my stomach.

I forget that this wedding planning is every bit exhausting to him as it is to me, and he clearly doesn’t know the first thing about planning weddings.

“Look, Ethan’s a good guy, okay? Annoying and stubborn, yes, but a good guy. I just hope you can see that.”

I nod by head with sincerity, vowing to do better. I won’t let my personal anger against Ethan get the better of my professionalism ever again.

We bid our goodbyes, and as Grayson drives away, Ethan gives me what can only be described as an ‘holier than thou’ smirk.

White rage flashes through me and I punch my steering wheel before taking a deep breath and starting up my car.

2 months, Y/N, you can do this.

You can.

It’s been a hectic few days and the next couple days are gonna be even more hectic (flying across the entire country early tomorrow morning!), but I just gotta say, you know how when you’re around people from different parts of your life, you inevitably wind up putting on a mask of some sort? Not necessarily a bad thing, because the masks can be beautiful and exciting, but it’s always a little tiring to remember all the details and particulars of that facet of your identity.

But very, very rarely you meet people where you can just sort of take your collection of elaborate masks and chuck them off in a corner and relax. That’s @loquaciousquark, and in the spirit of my good wishes posts, I sincerely hope that you get to find someone that wonderful in your life. <333

anonymous asked:

how would nct hyung line apologize after cheating on you? thanks!!

i’m so sorry it took me so long to get to your request, love! thank you so much for requesting!

Taeyong, oh my god. He would be so emotional, y’all already know how he is. He’d be crying, literally sobbing and probably begging you to forgive him. At worst, he’d be hugging your waist on his knees begging you to not leave him and telling you he’ll do better. this is making me sad let me stop

Ten would be so sad and disappointed in himself, he’d be really sincere in his apology. Ten is rarely ever dead serious with you so when he takes your hands and is looking you in your eyes and apologizing, it’s really real.

Jaehyun would probably go all out, like. He’d try to make it up by fixing you a really nice dinner and/or taking you out somewhere, spending some money on you, giving you a massage. Hell, he’d do anything just to convey the message that he’s sorry.

Doyoung, oh my god. This poor bunny. First things first, I don’t think he’d cheat to begin with but lets say that he would. Kind of like Taeyong, he’d be crying too, but instead of sobbing and begging, he’d have more of the quiet sobs? Like he’d be crying really quietly and he probably wouldn’t even be able to speak, his voice would keep getting caught in his throat everytime he tried to apologize but he’d eventually just wrap his arms around you and cry into your shoulder. “Please, please don’t go. I’m so sorry” these are so sad why did u ask me,,,

Johnny, he probably couldn’t live with himself with the thought of cheating on you. Like as soon as he got home he’d tell you and immediately start apologizing and telling you how much he loves you and how the person he cheated with meant nothing to him and how badly he doesn’t want to lose what you two have. I don’t think he’d cry but he would be the most serious he’s ever been.

Taeil, he would probably sing you a song. Knowing that you loved his voice, he’d sing an apology song while holding your hand and looking you in your eyes. Some tears would fall and he would beg you for your forgiveness and swear it would never happen again.

Hansol, I don’t know. He’s mysterious. I don’t really see him as the type to be as emotional as the others are when apologizing but at the same time, he isn’t an entitled jerk. He isn’t just gonna be like, “I did what I did for a reason”. I feel like his apology would be really small and very personable. He’d talk to you in a very serious voice and admit his wrongs in a very mature way before asking for your forgiveness.

** EDIT ** b/c i forgot yuta,,,,

Yuta, kind of similar to Hansol, his apology would be extremely sincere. You guys know he has very intense eyes so he’d be looking you in your eyes the whole time as his apologizing, and there’s a chance he may break down into tears if you hesitate, you know? Say, if you say something like “I don’t know, Yuta, how do I know you won’t do it again?” and the simple thought of you leaving him could cause him to start crying.

Originally posted by chokemewinwin

Kissing with iKON would be like:

Hello everyone! I’d just like to say that I am sincerely sorry of the inactivity on my part, school has been very stressful alongside a lot of other things. I hope I can post more in the near future, I’ll try my best. But with that said, here is a reaction that I kind of forgot about, so I finished it up and now it’s here for your enjoyment. I hope you like it.

Hanbin’s lips do wonders. When they brush over yours, you often question what the hell he does to make them so soft and pleasing. His kisses would rarely be pecks, taking the opportunity to meet his lips with yours is not something he would take for granted. He likes everything nice and in a slow motion. When it comes to roughness, it would get quite messy, but he’d still cherish those lips of yours. With him, expect to be swollen and swept off your feet.

Jiwon is a tongue kind of guy. French kissing to the max with him. He loves the feeling of having his hands wrap around you as he explores every part of your mouth. The only point you two would pull away, is for the lack of oxygen. If that wasn’t an issue, you’d keep going for hours. His lips would taste like mint, always fresh. Kissing him would be a pleasure, for both of you.

Jinhwan, referring to it as kissing is an under statement. For him, it’s all about the moment leading up to it. The anticipation, making you crave him before giving it to you. He’d pull you close, his eyes moving from yours down to your lips, getting closer as your lips are millimeters away from meeting. He’d bite down on your bottom lip, making you more eager with time. When you’d finally kiss, guaranteed fireworks. His tongue would be exploring your mouth, nothing but satisfaction on your side.

Junhoe is all about biting. Teasing, to be more exact. He always find one way or another to make the most innocent of kisses to lead to hot, rough, messy sex, without having to ask for it. You’d start with a peck, but his hands would be resting on his hips, he’d bite down on your bottom lip, his fingertips digging down on your hipbone, forcing the moan against his lips. As you’d start to heat up, you’d feel his bulge on your thigh, and it really isn’t long before you’re in the bedroom.

Yunhyeong’s lipbalm obsession has it’s perks. When he takes the time to do the act of kissing, his motions would be out of this world. The way he moves his plump, soft lips just right, shocks you everytime. Makeout sessions wouldn’t be rare, far from it to be more accurate. And those he asures are the best. His lips would be pressed against yours, his hand would be tugged in your hair, gripping a hold of your face. His tongue would brush against your bottom lip, sending the shivers down your spine, and the rest really depends on the mood.

Donghyuk has one specific ability: He can make everything sweet. And he does when it comes to cherishing the lips of yours. You two could be joking around, laughter filling up the room. As soon as he’d eye you the moment would be entirely different. Heat and affection could be detected in his eyes, his finger would travel to your chin, pulling your head up for direct access. He’d be slow, very slow. The sweetness of his lips would be overwhelming, as he’d work his charms to the fullest.

Chanwoo’s shyness is no surprise. The reasoning would be his lack of experience. But one thing is for sure, he never declines. He likes loves kissing you, and would always appreciate a chance to brush up on his skills. He would just put a lot of consideration in if you were willing, just trying his best to be a great partner. But when the moment was right, your eyes would daze over eachother, your lips meeting in a sweet, tender kiss that would leave him smiling like in idiot of the rest of the day.