this is seriously what i do in my spare time

send me a pairing + a number!

“I’ve lied to you about many things but I wasn’t lying when I said I loved you.“

best friends au | angst

The street lights flashed beside him through the glass windows of his car as he stepped harder on the pedal, speeding up past the limit allowed on the regulatory signs outside. His knuckles were white, hands sweating and sticking to the wheel’s leather.

He couldn’t fucking believe it.

Eunbi’s voice resounded in his mind like a broken record, the sneer on her laugh a pang on his throat.

“Best friends, huh? I wouldn’t be so sure, you don’t even know the places he goes anymore.”

“I do know. I told him not to go, he said he wasn’t.”

She laughed and Jimin didn’t know what to expect, but his heart skipped a beat anyway. Eunbi placed her phone in front of his face, a partially blurred picture of too many people on the screen.

“You seem like those stupid parents believing on their teenager son’s lies.” She teased, but he wasn’t actually listening. “So naive, Jiminie.”

There was a lot of people in the photo – most with cups of beer in hands, laughing and talking, not really paying attention to the picture.

But what caught Jimin’s attention was Jungkook in the background, leaning against a wall while a red haired girl kissed his neck. The only red haired girl Busan knew, the one who ruined Jimin’s high school life two years ago. He knew it was her, it could only be her.

A bitter taste settled in his mouth as he walked away, Eunbi being left behing while still talking.

He was so stupid. So fucking stupid, he didn’t know why he was driving to the park to pick Jungkook up. He should let him stay the night outside so his parents would find out about it in the morning and ground him. He fucking should. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t, because Jungkook was still his best friend, even though he hadn’t been acting like it lately. Jimin still promised to protect him, it didn’t matter what.

He slowed down, turning on the avenue and parking his car a few meters later. Jungkook was sitting on the grass, head ducked low in between his knees. Jimin wanted to punch him. He honked twice, palm pressed against the leather, startling the younger boy. He snapped his head up, so Jimin shifted his gaze, waiting for him to get in the car. When the door opened, the cold air of the night invaded the car, but Jimin didn’t spare Jungkook a glance. He swung the key on the ignition, turning the car around and getting them out of that dark street. The silence dwelled between them while he drove, Jungkook fidgeting the fabric of his pants in a way it just made Jimin’s jaw clench harder.

They spoke at the same time, but Jungkook cut himself off for Jimin’s voice to fill the void in the car.

“Hyung, I–“

“What the fuck are you trying to do, seriously? It’s 3 in the fucking morning and I had to wake up four hours before my exam to pick you up in the other side of the city, because your stupid punk fake friends left you all alone in the cold night.” Jimin paused to breath, letting the guilt and embarrassement sink in Jungkook’s gut, like he hoped it would. He still couldn’t look at him, eyes fixated on the road before them, only visible till where the headlights reached to illuminate. His blood was boiling beneath his skin, face heating up (ironically enough) within every breath he exhaled trying to calm down – heart thumping loud on his ears. “Is this how you want to carry your life from now on? Because if yes, please tell me so I’ll make sure I’m not a part of it.”

Jungkook was about to apologize, shame painting his ears red, when Jimin’s last words hit him. He clenched his fist, looking outside the window, bitterness menacing to flow liquid on his veins. “Not like you’re actually bothering to do so since you entered college, so.” He shrugged.

Jimin finally shot a glance at him, lips parted in disbelief to what he was hearing. “Well, I’m sorry if I have to focus in studying instead of fooling around with you all the time. I’m actually trying to get my life somewhere, you know.”

“Oh, please.” Jungkook laughed, tired of being played dumb. “You fucking know it’s not that, you’ve been blatantly avoiding me since…” His voice lost confidence, tone dropping and trailing off, his throat suddenly tight. “You know.”

“I don’t?” Jimin frowned, wanting to look at him, but the road being too dark for him to risk swift focus.

“For fuck’s sake, Jimin, we slept together. More than once, more than twice! I told you I loved you and you simply disappeared.”

Jimin gulped, cheeks flushing at the reminder of his childish behavior, but he wasn’t dropping the subject that really mattered. It wasn’t his fault, and to be honest, what a fucking nonsense argument to use.

“So?” he asked, momentary embarrassement already fading, replaced by his latter irritation. “Is this why you’ve been repeatedly lying to me? Because I backed off to have some space alone to think about what was happening?” He swallowed hard, a lump in his throat trying to hamper him from speaking, the picture Eunbi showed him earlier suddenly so clear in his mind. “Is this why you made out with the only person in this entire world I actually hate?” Jimin heard the pain on his own voice, his fragile facade of unbreakable dismissed. He didn’t find the courage to look at Jungkook, but by the lack of response Jimin knew he was shocked. “Seriously?” Jimin painfully laughed, tears accumulating in the corners of his eyes and blurring his vision. “Shit.” He whispered, rubbing them away and slowing down the speed, scared his temporary blindness could cause a disaster. “Hina from all people?” he dared to ask, heart shrinking at the words, weakly hoping Jungkook would deny, tell him it was someone else. But Jimin knew he wouldn’t. “She sent pictures of me kissing a boy to the entire school. She sent it to my father.” He tightened his grip on the wheel, the subject a trigger for terrible memories he had shoved deep in the back of his mind. “Have you forgotten that?” his voice was so weak, failing at the edges.

Jungkook was silent, a breathy ‘no’ escaping his lips.

“Then why did you do it?”

“I–“ Jimin heard him choking the word out. He was crying, but for the first time in his life, Jimin didn’t find the worry to care. “Hyung, I’m so sorry.” His sobs filled the silence around them. “I really am, I was drunk and I know it’s no excuse, but I think they put something in my drink and…” Jimin watched him by his peripheral, his own tears trying to cross his armor’s boderline – the one he put so much effort in building to protect all of his weaknesses.

“I told you not go…” But it was no use, he was already crying, Jungkook being the only sore point he couldn’t fight against. “Fuck, Jungkook, you told me you were not going.”

He watched the younger curl up on his seat, he watched him hug his knees and silently cry, shoulders trembling as he realized how bad he hurt Jimin, as he realized how their friendship was trembling dangerously close to crack, to turn into a wreckage.

They cried in the silence until Jimin reached Jungkook’s house, – only by muscle memory, mind wandering through too many places at the same time.

He parked, the blowing wind outside being the only sound singing on both their ears.

Jimin wondered if Jungkook was going to say something – do anything that would make him change his mind. But the younger’s mouth remained shut.

Jimin sucked a deep breath.

“I can’t do this anymore.” He exhaled.

Jungkook stared at him, mild panic forming on his features. “What?” he whispered with glassy eyes. “What do you mean?”

Jimin’s tears ran down his cheeks.

“I can’t tell whether you’re lying or not to me anymore. I can’t tell if… what you told me was a lie or not.” Jimin uttered with a dull ache on his chest. Two months ago he couldn’t remember a single time Jungkook had lied to him – now he couldn’t count how many.

“Hyung!” the younger breathed exasperated. “Jimin! God,” he choked “Listen, please.” He reached for the older’s wrists, making their eyes actually meet for the first time that night, Jimin facing him with needles on his chest. “I know I messed up. I know I… lied about many things, but please… Jimin, please…” he cried harder, Jimin’s own vision increasing its blurriness, “I never lied when I said I loved you. I swear. Please, I swear…”

Jimin closed his eyes, dragging oxygen to both his lungs and blood at the same time as he slided his hands off Jungkook’s grip. It was painful, feeling the warmth stick away, but he wasn’t backing off.

“It doesn’t matter.” He saw the breakdown in Jungkook’s eyes, the way he recoiled his hands to his lap with a hurt frown. “It doesn’t matter, because I feel like I don’t know you anymore. I can’t… It hurts being around you now, Jungkook. The awkward silences, the way I’m no longer able to read your eyes, it… it reminds me what we were, what we lost. I can’t do this.”

“Hyung…” Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, cheeks shining with tears, unable to process what was happening. “Hyung, you’re… my best friend since forever. Please, don’t do this.”

“Exactly. We were best friends since forever and you managed to shatter this in less than a month.” Jungkook’s figure shrinked when Jimin uttered ‘were’. Jimin knew his words were harsh, but he couldn’t help being angry, the fucking picture still so damn vivid in his mind. It hurt him like nothing had ever had. Not even the spanking his father gave him after he saw Jimin kissing another boy on his phone had been so painful. Jungkook betrayed him without giving a single fuck for the sake of some mere seconds of pleasure he could have found anywhere. Which meant a couple minutes of getting his dick sucked was more important than Jimin’s feelings and mental state. That was not friendship, that was not them. “You feel toxic to me now.”

He shifted his gaze and heard the younger gasping, that statement being a dagger on both their hearts. Jimin fisted his shorts as his throat closed. “I need time away from you. Please leave.”

Jungkook was crumpling old drawings on his bedroom when he got a paper cut. He watched the tiny drop of blood forming, a shining red in contrast with the pale skin of his finger.

The memory crawled in without warning, 12 year old Jimin kissing the pain away from his palm when 10 year old Jungkook cut himself with a knife. Jungkook still had the scar. He brushed his bruised finger over it, leaving a path of blood on the skin, while wondering if two weeks away from him was time enough for Jimin.

He hadn’t heard of him since the day they fought, the following days after it happened being just as awful and especially more excruciating, the guilt and pain digging deeper in his skin within each moment.

He stopped hanging around with the problematic kids Jimin hated, he tried getting back to his studies – but his grades were still terrible, mind too distracted to focus on any thing other than how was Jimin doing. Was he eating well? Getting rest from his intense periods of study? Was he missing Jungkook like Jungkook was missing him?

Before his brain could make the most logical decision, his feet were already dragging him out of his front door, walking down the street till the blue house he knew so well. His palms were sweating when he knocked on the wooden door, heart almost jumping out of his chest when Jimin’s mother opened it, a confused smile settling on her lips when she saw him standing on her porch.

“Jungkookie? What brings you here?” Jungkook frowned, ignoring the pang on his stomach. He never needed an excuse to go there before.

“I… Uh… Can I… talk to Jimin for a minute?” He hadn’t decided yet what he was going to say, but he just needed to see his best friend’s face, even if it meant Jimin kicking him out of his bedroom and screaming he didn’t want to be near Jungkook.

“Jimin? He…” her smile seemed to tremble, the tone of her voice getting Jungkook anxious. “He didn’t tell you?” Jungkook took some time to process her words, stomach twisting with anticipation for a information he wasn’t sure he was ready to receive.

“Told me… what?” He could already feel the blood beforehand leaving his face, the tips of his fingers tingling.

“Oh, Jungkookie…” she looked away, partially embarrased and partially pitying him. “I’m sorry, but…” Her next words struck him with a punch on the throat. “Jimin transferred to Seoul. He doesn’t live here anymore.”

some random dp headcanons i wrote earlier instead of doing my mythology homework

  • Danny was immensely disturbed when “It’s Not Gay If He’s Dead” exploded all over the internet.
  • It was on shirts, hoodies, jackets, sweatpants and underwear. He even saw a small poster in Kwan’s locker.
  • “Listen Dash. It’s not “hella necro.” He isn’t a dead body. He’s a spirit. It’d be “hella spectro” if anything. Still, that’s fucked up. Why are these shirts not banned yet? They have to be against dress code. Who the fuck started making these?”
  • It wasn’t long after that that Paulina showed the school the wonders of creative writing.
  • “My eyes are not pure ectoplasm. The only time where there is ectoplasm in my eyes is when I’m building up to shoot rays from them. Yeah, it swirls around a bit and - how did she know that? Oh my god.”
  • “She is writing about my penis.”
  • “Tucker, she is literally writing in extreme detail about my dick.”
  • “Tucker, why did you send me this?”
  • Sam prints out some of the best lines from the most popular fanfiction written about him and sticks it all in a binder.
  • Danny starts crying when she hands it to him during school.
  • “I wasn’t ready.”
  • “They literally quoted Harry Potter. ‘His eyes were swimming with the ghosts of his past.’ It’s a fucking pun. They go on to talk about how ‘Phantom recapped the fights he endured earlier that morning.’ Jesus Christ.”
  • “I appreciate that these people are fueling their creativity but do they have to write porn about me, I mean, some of these stories were written by people in our school. Stop laughing Sam. They know me. Well, they don’t know me but you know what I mean. People in this school spend their spare time writing about my dick.”
  • “They are very generous about the size of it though.”
  • No, no. It’s totally that size.”
  • “Tucker stop laughing.”
  • No one in the school had ever heard Danny seriously swear before all this went down so the first time he drops the f-bomb, people take a step back.
  • Danny has almost completely controlled his anger towards the people at Casper High. Instead, he takes his rage out on ghosts that interrupt his sleep.
  • “Skulker fuck off, alright. People are writing about my dick and I’m not in the mood right now.”
  • “Stop laughing at me. That’s not cool.”

anonymous asked:

why you draw archie so fat? in cannon he has a fit muscular build and he is a guy who would care about his appearance so you should respect that and stop drawing archie like that

Is this forreal? Is this something a real person typed and decided to send????

Okay then

1) why you draw archie so fat? 

I should have stopped reading after this line. Why are you trying to policy the way others draw fanart of their faves when it’s not offensive in any way, for starters? Fat/overweight people are vastly underrepresented, and when they do exist in media, they’re used as comic reliefs. 

Is it really hurting you that I want to take one (1) character and re-imagine him as overweight while people around him still like him and consider him hot and he is also complex? If the answer is yes, please reconsider how you view fat people/fat representation.

2) in cannon he has a fit muscular build

In canon art he doesn’t have a nose or nostrils either, nor does practically everyone in the pokémon world. 

You can argue that’s a stylistic choice. fine. Then let me tell you about how drawing him with more chub is my stylistic choice because i like to represent many different body types and not stick to the same-ness build that many characters in this game are depicted with. I also draw maxie more skinny than how he look in offcial art, I also draw lillie taller and skinnier, too, but i don’t see you complaining about that.

Also….. fitness =/= how many muscles you can see on someone’s body??? Honestly it’s an old argument that has been disproved many times (to mind comes that one overwatch post dicussing zarya, but I can’t finid it so I’ll paraphrase the gist of it)

When people think of strong, fit people, usually the picture of bodybuilders with big shoulders-small waist and lean, defined muscles pop into mind. I’m talking about this body type:

when, 90% of the time, these people are bodybuilders with little to no practical/useable strength. They’re just for show. This, on the other hand:

is the body of someone who wrestles elder whale gods in their spare time. All these people are powerlifters/weightlifters. They don’t have a tiny waist or defined abs. They are thick, they have fat and muscles, they’re endomorph.

 The way I draw Archie is not that thick (after all, he is not a professional athlete but just a regular guy who works out), but he is in that zone. I try to consistently draw him with his good share of stomach fat (meaning little noticeable abs), thick thighs, and a broad waist. Is he fat? Maybe to your standards. It depends from person to person, and also depends to what extent “fat” is considered a slur/insult. Is he not in good shape? Hell no. 

3) and he is a guy who would care about his appearance

……..Implying that fat = doesn’t care about their appearance??? No. This is blatant fatphobia, and I won’t tolerate it because, well, I’m fat. I’m overweight, I have a big stomach, large tighs, arm flab…. and I’m so fed up with the idea that fat people need to be dolled up 24/7 or overperform feminity/masculinity (make-up, beards) for them to not be considered lazy or disgusting, specially when thin people wearing some old pyjama tee-shirt are worshipped as fashion deities to hell and back.

4) so you should respect that and stop drawing archie like that

He just gained a stomach roll and three new stretch marks after this comment :)

Now seriously, outright offering criticism to an artist without them asking to is, hm, how do you say it, rude as fuck. 

You don’t get to decide what I draw in my spare time, and how I draw it, since hey, I’m doing it for free as a hobby. 

I don’t have to cater to anyone else’s view but mine. I draw fanart for the fandom to see and to like/reblog if they want, and i do love the feedback and the positive comments, but ultimately, it’s me who I’m making happy by drawing my faves.

tldr; fuck off and don’t come into my inbox trying to impose your fatphobia on me and policy my art 

Hellsing Ultimate Abridged Starter Sentences (ep.3)

☩ ❝ Well, is there anything else we should be informed about the facility?   ❞



☩ ❝   So, what’s up with the pride meeting? ❞

☩ ❝ We were forced to post mortality rates. They’re the only ones who applied.   ❞

☩   ❝ We are really scraping the bottom of the barrel here. ❞

☩ ❝ _____. Oh, it’s been far too long.   ❞

☩   ❝ I agree, you are no longer that little girl / boy I used to know.  Look at all those lines on your face. ❞

☩   ❝ Honestly, if you’re gonna have a dick fighting competition with a woman, you must have started off with the world’s cruelest handicap… ❞


☩   ❝ Right this way group B~! That’s right~! Right in front of everyone else~! You’re 80, you’re used to it~! We’re going to look at art and paintings, which I believe are also art, I don’t know~! I’m Cockney, I’m uncultured~! ❞

☩   ❝ Well, my boner’s gone. ❞

☩   ❝ Aye, kind of a mood-killer. ❞

☩  ❝ Why don’t we try this again some other time? ❞

☩   ❝ Of course! Kill you later you monstrous heathen. ❞

☩   ❝ You too, you Catholic sociopath. ❞

☩   ❝ You want some coffee? ❞

☩   ❝ So, the letter you sent never specified the purpose of this meeting. ❞

☩ ❝   Consider this a business transaction. I have two pieces of information that I wish to trade with you. ❞

☩   ❝ And what could you possibly want in exchange? ❞

☩ ❝ So you want an apology from me? ❞

☩   ❝ Well, originally I’d ask you to apologize for being a scum-sucking, blaspheming, ignorant, Protestant pig sow! But in this case, the sins of your _____ are of greater concern. ❞

☩   ❝ Dear_____,  I wanted to send you this friendly little letter to inform you of your imminent demise. If you are curious about the frequency of which I’ve sent these letters, it is merely to instill as much fear as I can. As if basting a turkey. Which I will then proceed to have sex with. ❞

☩ ❝ That’s right. I’m going to FUCK the fear turkey. ❞

☩   ❝ So, that apology~? ❞

☩   ❝ I can’t help but ponder the frightful headway we’d make if _____ put that sort of energy into _____ job. ❞

☩   ❝ Not as long as it’s an order. ❞

☩  ❝ I think I have an idea. ❞

☩   ❝ Did you know you have vacation days? ❞

☩   ❝ I have vacation days!? You mean I can leave anytime I want and not get yelled at over the phone? Because, seriously, it’s always over the phone! Mostly because I don’t like to argue with her / him in person. I get a boner; it’s super awkward. ❞


☩ ❝ Scarlet Tampon to Sticky Sock. The Crimson Fucker has checked in. I repeat, The Crimson Fucker has checked in. Also, I’m choosing the god-damn nicknames next time. ❞

☩   ❝ So, if this doesn’t sound weird, would you maybe like to get a drink later? Hit up a club? ❞

☩   ❝ You’re not my friend. You’re my bodyguard. Make it past two weeks, I might learn your name. Until then, you’re spare blood. ❞

☩ ❝   What did you do? ❞

☩   ❝ Alright. But you can’t be mad at me. ❞

☩   ❝ Okay, first, I was minding my own business- ❞

☩   ❝ BULLSHIT!!!

☩  ❝ And exactly what happened whilst you were “minding your own business?”

☩   ❝ So I was just chillaxing in my room like a baller, and then all of a sudden these schmucks kicked in my door! One of them yelled out, ‘ Get on your knees!’ and I responded with: I’m not your mother last night!! And they took exception to that. But you know how that song and dance goes. And I killed all but one of them. ❞

☩   ❝ What happened to the last one? ❞


☩   ❝ So we’ve sent, like, 10 guys up there and we haven’t heard back. Think everything’s alright? ❞

☩   ❝ Naturalmente, don’t worry about it. Of course everything’s fine~! ❞

☩  ❝ Buddy, my friend, do I look like the kind of guy who would go back on an agreement? ❞

☩   ❝ You’ve been, like, really quiet for, like, five minutes. Oh, I know why you’re angry! It’s because I _____, isn’t it? ❞

☩   ❝ Hey guys, how’s your health plan? ❞

☩   ❝ _____.  Be honest with me. What are we looking at in terms of collateral? ❞

☩ ❝ I heard you know how to make an entrance! If I had known you were going to do all this, I’d have hung some Union Jacks for you. ❞

☩   ❝ Hold on! Did you put all of this on for me~? Who are you? ❞

☩   ❝ And they fucking bought that?? ❞

☩ ❝   You cheeky dick waffle!

☩   ❝ Hit me~! Whoop-! ❞

☩   ❝ Oh my God, why are they doing this outside?! ❞

☩   ❝ Oh, come on, that was on purpose!!

☩  ❝ Hey Dandy Dick! You missed! WOOP WOOP WOOP WOOP WOOP WOOP~! ❞

☩   ❝ Could use a drink right now! Not used to seeing this much of my own blood anymore… ❞

☩   ❝ Guy’s got magic cards… and magic hands! ❞

☩   ❝ Tell me _____, are you a betting man? ❞

☩ ❝ I believe that’s your shtick  ❞

☩   ❝ I’d like to make a little bet with you, vagabundo.

☩   ❝ GET SOOOOME!!!!

☩ ❝ I’m getting real tired of this shit! ❞

☩   ❝ OM NOM NOM NOM! ❞

☩   ❝ The fuck is this? The fuck is that?? The fuck are those?! ❞

☩   ❝ Hold on-! I need to tweet about this… ❞

☩  ❝ _____, is something the matter? ❞

☩   ❝ …It’s the fucking-  ♩NAZIIIS♩! ❞

☩   ❝ But _____, now zhat zhey know of our plans… ❞

☩   ❝ Ah, _____, but that iz the plan~! Now that zhey know our plan, zhey will plan around our plan, and zo we zhall in turn plan around zhe plan zhat zhey are planning around our plan!! ❞ 

anonymous asked:

Do you understand that consent differs from culture to culture? Or are you just so hung up on being in your bubble of self that you can't even remember that: Allura isn't from Earth, & she's over 1000 years old? If you're going to discuss a topic, do so appropriately. You can express your dissatisfaction with something but fictional concepts shouldn't be at the top of on your bitch list. You're 18, so start acting like it because what you say can seriously affect you now. Work, school, etc.

Let me pull up a map and have you point to where I asked.

And while you’re at it show me the birth certificate with my name on it that you apparently signed to be able to try and govern how I act and what I can do with my spare time.

And I know consent differs depending on culture, but seeing as how the show is made by American writers it would be safe to assume there would be bits of America’s culture peppered in there.

And just because she might be over a thousand years old doesn’t mean shit, they might age differently both mentally and physically. And I’ve seen shows where the character is older than time itself and look eight and is put in situations that would get you in prison.

And plus…this is my blog? I can talk about whatever topic I want and be as bitter about it as I please????

It costs you nothing to let me waste my own time thanks.

anonymous asked:

Please don't listen to the anon saying bad things about your writing. You have a talent and you do the characters justice because even in AUs your words can make me clearly see Kate and Rick act that way. And you are amazing and seriously are my favorite fanfic writer and I love you and your writing and hope everything goes well to you because you make me feel so happy with your stories because I miss them so much. Please never doubt how amazing you are and keep doing what you love.

People like you who take the time to send me messages like this are true gems. Honestly, it blows my mind that anyone would spare the time to share such kindness and encouragement with me. I don’t mean to sound like such a broken record, but I genuinely view sharing my work as a privilege and I can’t express how grateful I am that there are people who actually want to read the stories I put out there.

Thank you for being amazing and for your beautiful support. 

I always laugh when I think about antis going in for job interviews. Because when the interviewer says “What’s something you do in your spare time?” They’ll have to say:

“I like to spend my time on the Internet, slandering and defaming groups of Korean 20-somethings and teenagers who don’t and will never affect me personally.”

Like seriously…how pathetic


I got tagged by @williamkinkspeare​ to do this aesthetic thing (even though I DEFINITELY didn’t take it as seriously as she did)

I tag nobody, because I don’t feel like it

(also don’t judge my photoshop junk, i have no life and it’s what i do during my INFINITE spare time)

anonymous asked:

Hey so I'm also a senior this year and would love to get into some good study habits. Any good tips in terms of stationary and studying in general?

I’ll start with the study space because no matter what habits you have, the study space is where everything takes place.

Study spaces are important.

Keep your study space decluttered so you don’t get easily distracted or overwhelmed.

If you don’t have a study space, look for one ASAP. It has to be a place where:

  • You feel 100% comfortable,
  • Your stuff is within reach,
  • There is a good light source (if it’s early, so you’ll get daylight; if it’s late at night, to avoid shadows in your desk, etc. // Please try to use only natural light.)

Try to minimize distractions. You’d better keep temptations away (e.g. your phone, Nintendo, whatever).  You can keep technology there if you’re gonna need it.

You know what comes with study spaces? Stationery. Hell yeah.

Here’s what I like to keep with me all the time:
• Sticky notes in different sizes, for annotations. Never read without some of these handy.
• Sticky flags/tabs to bookmark!
• Pens and pencils for the obvious.
• Erasers obvs.
• Scissors, glue, and all that jazz in case you ever need them. Just make sure you have some.
• Highlighters (more than one color if it works for you!): you can try color coding [example] and see how it goes.
• Markers and color pencils for when I get artsy.
• Blank stickers! (I use them for a lot of things, like classifying stuff, put titles, make my bookmarks, etc.)

You don’t need fancy, expensive stationery either. My first ever bullet journal was a small notebook I bought at a convenience store, and it’s actually the prettiest (and neatest!) out of them all. No kidding. Just use what you have.

I’m pretty sure you have a lot of papers from all these school years. Organize them. Make sure you’re gonna need them all; if you won’t, get rid of them.

MAKE SURE you have a calendar in here. Your planner works fine too, but it is so useful to have a clear visual reminder of what’s in for you for the whole month. @theorganisedstudent has these wonderful printables that can help you out with this.


Anyway, now with habits.

First, you should read this. It’s about forming (and unforming) habits. // Thanks to @psychedaboutstudying 

These are the habits that have worked for me:

  • Google stuff. Learn more if you have the chance, so you understand something better.
  • I try not to pull all nighters. Basically, sleep.
  • Planning.  Always plan ahead. Keep a planner [Psst, here’s my masterpost]
  • Be responsible. Take your assignments and tests seriously.
  • Start early. In my school, there are two teachers that give out the longest homework, and everybody knows it (other teachers actually don’t assign more stuff because they are aware of it) so to actually feel like I have my life together, I have to start it the same day they assign it, and do bits by bits of the work every day.
  • I make sure to keep an eye on these studying mistakes (so I don’t make them).
  • Use the Pomodoro Technique. I actually didn’t really get the hype for this until I tried it.
  • Try different note-taking techniques. Make this a habit. Learn in different ways. Take notes in different ways and see what works best for you. [Heres @kimberlystudies masterpost]
  • Read before the class. This makes me familiar with the topic, AND the teacher actually gives me a better grade for participating in class (because I know what they are talking about) when the semester ends.
  • Participate in class. Teachers like you more, you’re more involved with what you’re learning, and there are more chances of remembering the lesson.
  • Test yourself frequently. You’ll probably remember stuff easier and for more time.
  • I like to be best buds with teachers, lmao. When I befriend teachers, I get on their good side, and if I have problems with due dates or just about any issue, they give me opportunities, y’know? [True story: I once gave my teacher (with the massive homework) my notebook with like five blank pages, and told her I didn’t get to finish it. She took it anyway, but returned it to me when the day ended and told me to finish it and turn it in later, aND THAT WAS COOL, MAN, BECAUSE THAT WAS 30% OF MY GRADE].
  • I Wake up early. You don’t need to wake up at 4 am like me (I prefer to have more time to do stuff before getting ready for school —school starts at 7 am for me, and I start getting ready at 5:30 am because I take so long.) What I do in the ‘spare time’ is check my phone, read a book, listen to music, work on an assignment, etc.
  • Don’t multitask. Seriously, don’t do it; focus on only one thing instead.
  • I’m often the ‘leader’ in group projects. That helps me be in control of everything (but it’s bad for my perfectionism, I guess), and at the same time, I delegate. I make everybody work. Don’t take anybody’s shit.
  • Annotate. Annotate as much as you can, especially literature! I think this is my fav masterpost about it!
  • Make connections.
  • Always check and correct the answers you got wrong on a test. Seriously, you will remember the right answer later.
  • Ask questions! Always ask for more information (especially if you don’t quite get something!)
  • I try to keep a study routine. Here’s @beautifullearning ‘s guide to establishing a good one.
  • Last, but not less important at all: Don’t stress yourself out. If things get messy, just breathe in and out. Take care of yourself.

I can’t really think of more useful stuff, but I’m gonna link you to some masterposts or articles that are really good and useful!

Secret Study Tips I wish somebody told me by @fearlessroadtomd

Guide to studying by @elkstudies

INTENSE STUDY TIPS at thecollegeprepster

At Home Study Strategies - The “What”

A complete guide to studying (well) by @scholarlysquad

3 Small Discipline Habits You Can Train by @studyfulltime

Achieving academic success in 2016  by @estudying

Things to keep in mind before studying by @izzystudiess

HOW I MANAGE MY TIME by @pensandmachine

How To Start A Study Session (when your really not up for it) by @mystudyzone 

Advice for students: how to concentrate

Study tips for the new semester by @studyingandlattes

what i’ve learnt throughout my years of being a student by @areistotle


I’m sure there are many more great masterposts, but I can’t think of more.

 This is a total mess, hahah. Thank you and happy studying!

The Maze Runner: Gally - I Like Punching People, But I Also Like Hugging You

Prompt: You’re hot-headed, and never willing to back down from a fight. You don’t let anyone mess around with you, because that would be total cowardice. But then you meet Gally, and a true friendship sparks between you. Can he teach you a new perspective on dealing with your anger?

You stand straight in the middle of the Glade, hands on your hips; breathing in the fresh morning air. It was a beautiful sunrise, considering you’re trapped in this dreadful prison. Too bad you’ll have to waste your time in the Kitchens preparing every slime-boy Glader’s breakfast. Last time it took four hours preparing, cooking, packing up, and cleaning. This time it probably won’t go by any faster. You look away from the sun and spot Frypan over at the entrance to the Kitchen block, his scruffy face and tired eyes searching for the rest of the Cooks. You sigh, take one last glance at the sun, and the head on over.

By the time the boys start seeping in, taking their seats around the block, smelling the cooking of eggs and bacon, you and the rest of the kitchen crew have almost finished with last batch of food. Right now you feel alright, somehow you have enough energy to keep going, but the constant smell of all of this breakfast food scrambles your guts, pushing a feeling of nausea over you. You and breakfast food obviously don’t mix.

“Can’t you work any faster, Y/N?” A boy named Corey pushes, his raspy voice practically inviting you to be irritated. “We’re almost done but you’re holding the rest of us up.”

“Slim it, egg boy. I’m going as fast as I can. Besides, what else have you got to do? Not like you’re going on a date anytime soon.” You wipe the sweat of your forehead with your arm and keep working with scrambling a portion of the eggs, it takes a bit of time to get them right. Just because Corey can’t handle a few hours in the Kitchen doesn’t mean he gets to push you around for being a tad slower.

“Whatever.” He mutters, shaking his head as he moves along to a different station.

You finish with this pan and move onto the next, glancing behind you for a few seconds. You see egg-boy again, talking to Kev while sneaking dirty looks back at you. He’s not peeling or cracking the eggs like he is supposed to, instead he’s chatting away like it means nothing. What a hypocrite! You ditch the pan, and walk straight across the kitchen towards Corey. His eyes widen as you come closer, you can feel the heat emitting from your face as hot anger takes control.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You lash out, watching Corey’s eyes dart around your face nervously.

“I…” He looks over at Kev who has decided to slowly edge away from the confrontation in front of him. Corey looks back at you, “Who cares? Just go scramble those eggs before they burn, shank.”

Usually, you don’t take the word shank as much of an insult. But the tone in his voice and the anger in his eyes… something just snaps inside you. “You know what Corey? You’re done.”

“Excuse me?”

You shove his chest, hard, “Get out of here!”

Corey stumbles back and slips on spilt milk, sending him ass up. He knocks his head, and as his yelp resounds throughout the kitchen, people start flooding towards him. He lifts his head dizzily, his hand coming away from the back covered in blood. “Ah, crap.”

You swallow hard at the sight of his blood, something in your gut drops making your heart beat fast. Guilt.

“Who left their eggs unattended?” Frypan shouts over the rushed voices of Med-jacks. “They’re freakin’ burnt now, what a waste!” His eyes narrow on you, and you roll yours back at him as you walk passed. You exit the building, tears jerking at the edge of your eyes. The anger inside you, at Corey, at Frypan, at the eggs, at yourself. It fires you up with too much energy, too many emotions. As you pass the exit’s wall you slam your fist into it, breaking through the thin layer of wall. You didn’t realise that the walls weren’t as thick as the ones inside.

You walk away from the block, a few people eyeing you off as you leave. One of them, Gally as you recall, calls out to you, “What happened in there?”

“None of your damn business, slinthead.” You feel the growl in your voice escape from deep within your chest, and it takes Gally by surprise. Or rather, amusement.

It’s the next morning, and you’re up as the sun rises. But finally, you get to have a break from morning preparation. You finally get to have a break from egg-boy. You laugh at the thought, it’s been too long.

You sit on the grass this time, knees pulled up to your chest. Of course you would rather sleep the morning away but the events from yesterday have kept an incredible guilt lingering in your mind. Of course you didn’t mean to hurt Corey like that however you’re very grateful that he’ll be alright.


You swivel around immediately, a hand raised to block the sun from your eyes. It’s Corey’s friend, Kev. He must be on breakfast duty this morning again. You stand up from the grass, your eyes burn into his, “Something on your mind?”

“Yeah,” He nods over-confidently “There is, actually. I find it disturbing that you hurt so many people around the Glade, and not one person teaches you a lesson.” He takes a breath, his green eyes sparking with some kind of righteous anger for his friend, “You do know there is a rule around here about not harming another Glader, right? I reckon you’ve broken that rule about… hmm… fifty times?”

“Back off, Kev. I don’t need no mommy telling me off.”

“Oh yeah? Boohoo. Stop acting like some kind of savage, Y/N. Attacking everyone you meet isn’t attractive.”

You shove Kev’s shoulders; he stumbles back. “Just get lost Kev.”

“Make me.”

You shove him again, even harder than last.

He laughs, “Why are you so mad? Something stuck up your ass, sweetie?”

“I said,” Your voice deepens as you get mad, “Get. Lost.”

“Or are you just on your period?”

You jump at him, taking him to the ground. His back hits the dirt and you keep him pinned underneath you. Your hand clenches into a fist as he struggles to push you off. You raise it above his face, but as the anger swells up inside you another hand from behind you grabs onto your fist and rips it away from the scene; your body follows. The hands wrap around your waist and lift you over a shoulder, carrying you away from the storm that could have been.

“Let me go you slimy bastard!” Instead of a witty reply or an irritated grunt, even a gasp of fear, you feel whoever holds you up laugh; their chest shaking. “You are so going to regret ever picking me up!”

Finally, you’re put back onto the ground, your eyes meeting the Glader who put you to absolute shame. Gally.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His voice comes out rough, but there’s a hinted smile behind his eyes, “You’re like,” He takes a second to look you up and down, “Five foot nothing! What the hell were you trying to achieve by attacking Kev, who is practically triple your size, shrimp.”

You eye him angrily, his words only firing you up once again. “Don’t you dare call me a shrimp you… you… you douchebag!”

“Oh ouch, I’m really hurt. I think I’ll go cry to my mommy now.”

You cross your arms over your chest, “How about you just leave me alone, asswipe.”

Gally chuckles, “Seriously? Asswipe? Come on, I know you can do better than that.”

You stop a moment, looking him over. He’s big, of course. Probably bigger than Kev. You suppose he would have to be massive if he’s the Keeper of the Builders. Maybe if you muster up enough strength you could take him down. You step in closer to him, but he only raises an eyebrow; like he’s mocking you or something.

“You know what Gally? Maybe I’ll spare you, this time.” You glare up into his amused eyes, “But if you talk to me again, if you even look at me, I will take you down.”

He nods his head slowly, “Uh-huh, sure.”

“Shut up.”

Apparently your threats didn’t work, they didn’t even phase the guy! He keeps following you around, lurking in the shadows. Today, he pulled you away from yet another almost-physical-encounter. What is he, your mom?

“Y/N, seriously, when are you going to stop picking on everyone around here?”

“When they stop pissing me off!”

Gally looks at you for a moment, and you hate it. You’d rather him slap you in the face than being disappointed. “People are always going to be pissing you off, believe me, I know.”

“Well then…” You look away, slightly embarrassed. “What am I supposed to do? Let them push me around like that?”

He smiles, which is weird. You’ve totally never seen this guy smile before… it’s nice. Well, it looks nice. You shake those thoughts out of your head and listen to what he has to say. “Glad you asked. If someone pisses you off, you don’t let them know it. You walk away. You do something else. You could even come talk to me, seriously. I know it might sound hypocritical coming from me, because I’m probably always in a grumpy mood. But I’ve learnt to stop taking out my anger physically because it’s not healthy, and I know you can learn it too.”

“I can’t just walk away from a fight, it’s cowardly.”

“No, it’s not. It’s letting the other person know that you don’t care enough about them to let their bullshit hurt you.”

You’re quiet for only a moment before saying, “I’ve never thought about it like that before.”

“I’m glad I could be the one to open your eyes,” he laughs, light-heartedly. “But like I said, if you start to feel like you’re losing control, come talk to me. I’m still learning to figure out when I’m going to explode, so we can help each other. Okay?”

You try very, very hard to not smile, “Okay.”

“You know what?” Your voice lashes out, clenching and unclenching your fists. You stare the boy straight in the eyes, and strangely enough, Gally smiling pops up in your mind. You frown, irritated that this is the fourth or fifth time it happened this week. Why is this memory always haunting your every move?

“What?” The boy replies back.

“I’m going to… to walk away and not talk to you for a few hours, got it?” You turn away and walk far away, your eyes searching the Glade for Gally. You spot him, and immediately he notices your distress. This is probably the fifth time you’ve had to use him to calm you down. But this time, instead of calming down as he nears you, you burst into tears.

“Hey,” He cups your face, “What’s wrong?”

“This boy… he –he.” You couldn’t manage to get the words out as the sobs overtook your throat.

“What did he do?” His eyes fill with concern for you, and it makes you feel slightly better.

You breathe in and out, Gally’s touch calming your distress. “He said… He said I’m a lousy Cook and that I should get Banished for what I’ve done because no one would miss me anyway.”

Gally frowns, “He what!?”

“Gally?” You ask, uncertainty lacing your voice.

“Where is he?” He glances around, letting go of your face. “I’m going to punch him in the face so hard that he wished he was getting Banished!”

You run after him as he takes long, angry strides in a desperate attempt to find him. Even though he has no clue who said it. “Gally!” You shout, but he completely ignores you. What happened to this so called wise man who has learned the secret of not getting all fired up?

“Y/N, where is-


He shuts up and turns to face you, slightly surprised by the firmness in your voice. “What?”

“What happened to not getting pissed off at someone?”

He frowns, and then chews the bottom of his lip out of frustration. “Well, he can’t just insult you like that!”

“I’m fine.”

He raises his arms in the air as he tries to prove a point, “He made you cry!”

“I’m a big girl now, I’ll get over it.” You take a hold of his hand, and he starts to breathe at a normal pace again.

“But…” He sighs, and pulls you into a tight, warm embrace. “I would miss you, you know. If you got Banished.”

You laugh, “Thank you, Gally.” Your own arms wrap around him too, his smell of wood and sweat and dirt comforting you for some reason.

“And you’re an amazing cook.”

You giggle into his chest.

“I’m not kidding! The kitchen would be lost without you. Besides, your custard tarts are incredible.”

You shove him playfully, “Oh really? Your true colours are showing, Gally. Now I know your real intentions of befriending me.”

“Oh, come off it, Y/N.”

You laugh and keep playing along, “Nope! Our short lived friendship is over. No more hugs, and definitely no more custard tarts for you.”

Instead, he pulls you back in again by wrapping his arms around your waist, “I couldn’t care less about the custard tarts, just please don’t say that we can’t hug anymore.”

You blush bright red, so you hide it by burying your face into his chest. “You’re a real big shank, you know that?” Your voice is muffled by his shirt.

“A big, hunky shank.”

You both sigh after your fit of laughter, and Gally rests his chin on top of your head. “Want to know something?” He asks softly.


“I befriended you because I saw the same struggle in you that I had, and I didn’t want you to get hurt because of it.”

“Wanna know why I befriended you, Gally?”


“Not only for your hunky manliness,” He chuckles again at this, “But because you actually care. And because I like your smile, and I like it more when you smile because of me.”

He lifts his head off of your head and looks down at you, “You like my smile?”

“It haunts me.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“It does! Today even! When that guy said those horrible things to me, I wanted to really punch him right in the face but then I saw your smile and I remembered that disappointing you was way worse than backing down from a fight.”

He smiles, “Really?”


A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this one-shot! I really liked writing it :) Thanks for being so so so patient with me <3

Fanfic - Make-up

Breakfast was certainly the time of the day that Bruce preferred: he was fully rested and he wasn’t worrying about saving Gotham yet. All that mattered from 8 a.m to 8:30 a.m was his black, hot coffee and his buttered toast. No boring party as Bruce Wayne or exhausting patrol as Batman to think about. He was only enjoying, for this short amount of time, his life in his manor with his family.

…Or he would if his family was actually there to share this moment with him. He was not talking about his deceased parents here. He was talking about Alfred and Dick. His butler was already busy with the laundry, and Dick, well…He was on his computer. Again.

Bruce sighed and drunk his coffee. Then he heard a yell that surprised him so much that he spat the hot drink. It was Dick’s yell.

Without losing any second, Bruce ran to the living room where he knew Dick was. The young man was looking at his screen, a look of complete terror painted on his face.

“What is it, Dick?” Bruce asked, worried about the one he considered as his son.

“…The…The Joker….” he stuttered, still terrified. “The Joker….Look….”

He pointed a trembling finger at his computer. Bruce took a look at it. Apparently, Dick had been surfing on Youtube…There was a list of Youtube channels in the front page.

One of them was the Joker’s channel.

“The Joker has a Youtube channel…he has a Youtube channel…a Youtube channel…” Dick repeated, still shocked by this discovery.

Bruce frowned and then clicked on the Joker’s channel, persuaded the lunatic would have filmed the people he had tortured and killed and that he would have put the videos on Youtube.

He was wrong.

The Joker’s channel was actually a make-up channel.

What. The. Fuck ?

Out of curiosity, Bruce clicked on the first video he saw. The Joker’s face appeared on screen. He wasn’t wearing any make-up expect for his eyes, and he was smiling at the camera.

“Helloooo everyone!” he said, waving cheerfully with a somehow innocent and almost cute voice. “Today I’m gonna show you how to reproduce my lovely smoky eyes! First you’ll need a-

Bruce stopped the video and face-palmed. The Joker would be the end of him. Seriously, what kind of psychopathic killer was spending his spare time doing make-up tutorial on Youtube?

…Hum. Maybe he was plotting something. Maybe he was inducing people into buying make-up because he had put some poison in cosmetic products. The Joker was always up to no good, he couldn’t be trusted…

“I really hate putting the bat-suit on during day…” he sighed.

“Where are you going?” Dick asked, shutting his computer down.

“Arkham. I want to know what the Joker is plotting.”

“You sure he just doesn’t want to make some views on Youtube?”

Bruce raised an eyebrow at him.

“Okay, do whatever you want,” Dick said. “Call me if you need help.”

Bruce nodded silently and left.


An hour later, Batman was in front of the Joker’s cell, only to discover that it was empty. Damn it, the Joker had escaped again…Why were the guards paid for, seriously? They couldn’t keep an inmate for two days?

“WHERE IS HE?” he shouted angrily at no one in particular.

“Ya don’t know?” Harley Quinn, who was in a nearby cell, said. “I thought ya were always supposed to know where he is, he’s you’re other half after all.”

Her voice was bitter. The Joker and she probably had a fight before he escaped, which would explain why the blonde girl was still there.

“Do you know where he is?” Batman asked dryly.

“Nope,” she pouted, crossing her arms. “He refused to tell me. He just said he had something to do for his fans…”

“Great,” he sighed.

He punched the Joker’s cell door, frustrated.

“Really, Batman, you disappoint me,” the Riddler said from his own cell. “It’s not exactly difficult to guess where the Joker is…”

Batman turned to face the Riddler who was smirking. He hated that smirk. It always made him feel stupid.

“Riddle me this, Batman: what video does an owner of a make-up channel have to do at least once?”

“Why would I know that?”

“Ooooh I know this one!” Harley squealed, raising her hand. “I know it! Every owner of a make-up channel has to do a ‘my boyfriend does my make-up’ video!”

“Oooh, you should feel so bad to be less smart than Harley, Batman,” the Riddler mocked.

“That doesn’t tell me where the Joker is,” Batman growled.

The Riddler snickered, as if to say ‘wow, you’re really stupid.’ Batman fought the urge to punch him in the face.

“I’ve got another riddle for you,” he said proudly – he was really enjoying this too much. “ Who does the Joker consider as his boyfriend, as insane as it may sound?”

“I know this one too,” Harley said sadly.

Batman pinched his nose. He knew this one as well. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew  the Joker was persuaded they were in some kind of weird, violent, passionate, romantic relationship.

He knew were the lunatic was.

Without bothering to thank the Riddler for his precious information, he vanished into the darkness of the asylum…


Batman drove as fast as he could to his manor. If it had been a week before, he would currently be looking for the Joker in some rooftop where they use to fight. But one week ago, the clown had admitted that he knew his secret identity, and that he had always knew it. He also told Batman to not worry because he would never tell his secret, he felt too special being the only one to know what was under the Bat’s cowl.  

Anyway, now that the Joker knew he was Bruce Wayne, there was only one place he could be if he wanted to find him: his manor.

He parked the batmobile and then rushed into the manor, afraid of what the Joker could have done to Alfred or Dick if he had found them.

“Alfred!” he called.

The only answer he got was a soft giggle coming from the kitchen. Now he was expecting the worse…

The Joker, as he had feared it, was sitting in the kitchen, make-up less.

With Alfred in front of him.

…The two of them were having a cup of tea.

The Joker was laughing at a picture of  a naked, three years old Bruce that Alfred had apparently showed him…

“He was so cute!” he giggled.

“Yes, he was,” Alfred said fondly. “They should not grow up…”

“Bats is still cute!” he said.

“What the hell is going on here?” Bruce asked, tired.

“Hey darling,” the Joker purred, licking his lips. “What took you so long? I was waiting for you.”

“Why aren’t you in your cell? And what do you think gives you the right to sit there in my kitchen?”

“Well I’m not in my cell because I needed you for my next video, and I’m here because, uh, I need you for my next video. I’ve got a Youtube channel you know, honey? I’m famous! Hehe! Not that I weren’t before, but it’s pretty nice to be known for my fabulous make-up skills!”

Bruce gave Alfred a look, begging for help, but Alfred shook his head as if to say ‘don’t ask me I don’t even know what Youtube is’ and then left the kitchen with his cup of tea.

“I need you for my ‘my boyfriend does my make-up’ video!” the Joker smiled.

“So the Riddler were right,” he sighed. “Joker, I’m not even your boyfriend.”

“Hehe, c’mon, I’m sure you spend more time with me than with any woman you ever dated. “ he caressed Bruce’s cheek. “Am I riiiight, sweetie?”

Bruce took a step back.

“You’re going back to Arkham.”

“Oh nononononono, I’m afraid I’m not.”

He pulled a small grenade from his pocket.

“Unless you want me to blow up your manor and everything, everyone that’s inside, you will do what I want.”

“You will die too if you do that.”


“…Uh, nevermind. For one second I forgot you were insane.” he sighed. “Ok, what do you want me to do?”

The Joker squealed with glee.

‘C’mere, sit!” he said, placing his laptop on the table.

Bruce obeyed unwillingly. The Joker then tuned the computer on, and placed all his make up on the table, in front of him.

“And here…we…go!” he said.

He turned the webcam on.

“Hi everyoooone!” he sang. “Today as you have requested manymanymany times, I’ve finally got my haaaandsome boyfriend to agree to make my make-up. Say hi, Brucie!”


“Hehehehe! You all know Bruce Wayne, I’m sure. Well now you know why he can’t keep a girl for more than a night! It’s because I’m his favoriiiite!”

“I want to say that the only reason I’m doing this is because he threated to blow up my manor.”

“Hush, honey. You’re doing this ‘cause you love me.” he said, batting his eyelashes.

“Sure.” Bruce said, rolling his eyes.

“Aaaaanyway, shall we begin, Brucie?”

Bruce eyed all the make-up products that were in front of him. He had really no idea what to do.

“Hum…What am I supposed to start with?” he muttered.

“Are you serious? Hehe, you don’t even know the basics of make-up?”

“Why would I? I don’t use make-up. I am a man.”

“Hey, what the hell is that supposed to mean?” the Joker growled.


“I’m a man!” he smiled. “Do you want me to prove it, darliiiing?”

“Ahem, so what kind of make-up to you want?” he asked to change the subject.

“My normal, chaotic, psychotic, lovely clown make-up, please.”

Bruce decided that it was best to start with the white clown paint. He took some on his fingers, and started to spread it on the Joker’s face.

“Am I doing it right?” he asked.

“Huuum” the Joker purred, closing his eyes. “Don’t worry, I will always gladly accept any kind of white substance coming from you, honey.”

Bruce rolled his eyes, annoyed, and the Joker laughed loudly. Once the Joker had finally calmed down, Bruce started to blend the clown paint as well as he could. Then he chose to take the black paint and applied it on the Joker’s eyelids, trying to reproduce Catwoman’s smoky, cat eyes. Finally, he took the bright red lipstick and put it on the Joker’s lips.

“Done.” he said.

“I can’t wait to see my face!” he turned to the camera. “Do I look good? Don’t forget to leave comments, and if I don’t like your comments, well, let’s just say I know where you live, ‘kay? Like I always say, flames will be used to burn your house, hahahahahahehehehehe!”

“You won’t burn anything.”

“Always so serious…” he sighed. “C’mon, give me the mirror.”

Bruce obeyed. He honestly was curious to see how the Joker would react to his make-up. When he saw him open his eyes wide, he hid a small grin.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” the Joker shouted.

“You don’t like it?” he mocked.

“I look…I look pretty!” he said with a hint of disgust in his tone.

Indeed, Bruce had managed to make the Joker a really nice, neat, pretty make up. His face was white but the white paint was so well blended that it looked like his actual skin color. His eyes were underlined with black eyeliner, creating the cat-like effect that he had wanted to reproduce.  His lips were colored in red, and Bruce even hid his scars.

“I’m not supposed to look pretty, I’m the fucking Joker!” he growled.

Then Bruce decided that it was time for him to have fun – and also to get his revenge on the Joker. He placed his hand on the Joker’s cheek and look into his green eyes, giving him his playboy smile.

“But I like you when you’re pretty,” he said. “It fits you.”

The Joker stared at him. He didn’t know what to do of a flirtatious Batman, and he was a bit scared, to say the least.

He turned his eyes to the camera, as if begging his viewer to help him.

“You remind me of the girl I dated last week. So beautiful…” Bruce went on.

“Uuh…Ba- Bruce, you’re scaring me…”

“Why are you scared? You know me…You know the playboy I am can’t resist pretty green eyes underlined with black liner…”

“Uh, no, actually, I didn’t know that…And I think I don’t like this side of your personality.”

I want my Batsy back, he thought.

Bruce brought the Joker closer and hugged him.

“Your hair smells so good…” he said – even though his hair actually smelled blood and death.

Caught by surprise, the Joker punched Bruce in his strong jaw.

“Get off of me!” he shrieked.

He took his computer and then ran out of the kitchen as fast as he could.

“Tell me when you’re back to normal!” he shouted.

Then he definitely left the manor.

When Alfred walked into the kitchen, he saw Bruce on the floor, laughing like he never had in his life…

SCM - Ichthys regaining his memory after the King took it away

“Toshiro, hang on.” You cried while hold your one year old boy in your arms. He was knocked down by a car when you chase after a kidnapper, who grabbed him away from you. The kidnapper was killed on the spot but Toshiro don’t seem to last long too. Ichthys had rushed over and saved Toshiro with his power but he broke the rule by changing his lifespan.

“Ichthys, do you realized why you are here?” The King asked. We are in heaven few days later and all other gods are here as well. You can feel yourself trembling while waiting for the King decision and you hold your son tightly in your arms.

“Yes but as a father, there is no way I can watch my son die in front of me. You can do whatever you want with me.” Ichthys said seriously.

“Very well, I will have you vanished you from heaven and earth.” The King announced. You fainted immediately after hearing what the king had said.

Ichthys already been locked up by the time you regain your conscious and Dui is helping to take care of your child. You then begged Scorpio to bring you to the king.

“Please punish me instead since I am at faults for not taking good care of Toshiro. Please spare Ichthys.” You cried and begged. After much persuasion, the King finally gives in.

“Are you sure about it?” The king asked and you nodded your head in tears. “I should remove your eyesight and darkness is what you will be seeing in the future. I will have Ichthys’s memory removed and he will not be able to remember both of you.” The king continued.

It hurts your heart to hear that but you can’t bear to let Ichthys vanished in the world and thus you agreed. Subsequently, the gods had asked you to move into the mansion and you are grateful to them. Although you can’t see Toshiro anymore but you can still feel him and hear him. Times flies and Toshiro is turning 5 years old, who has a splitting behaviour as Ichthys. The rest of the gods lecture him a lot but everyone dotes on him. You had gotten use without your sight but always missing Ichthys in your heart.

Ichthys in heaven and has been under closed watch by Zyglavis all this times. Ichthys is hard at work but never stop playing pranks. He is still wearing the bracelet. Although he does not know why but he always feels that it is something that is important which he can’t understand why he could not remember. He is also always trying ways and means to go to earth but will always caught by Zyglavis. Finally, he manages to get rid of Zyglavis and slipped down to earth, heading to the mansion directly. The moment he steps in, he saw Teorus, Dui and Scorpio chasing after a boy.

“Why did you add salt to my milk?” Teorus scolded.

“How dare you colour my cherries orange?” Dui scolded as well.

“Why did you paint all over my room with your paint? He is so like Ichthys.” Scorpio sighed.

“Huh? What has he got to do with me?” Ichthys asked in surprise.

“Uncle saved Toshiro.” Toshiro giggled and hide behind Ichthys, not caring who he is. Everyone is shocked to see Ichthys here and not sure how to response. Ichthys stares at the Toshiro and found his name familiar. He feels his head in pain as if something is blocking his mind.

“Uncle, you also had that bracelet just like me. This is given to me by my mum. She said that it will bring me closer to my dad.” Toshiro smiled happily, as he lifted his wrist up for Ichthys.

Ichthys stare at it and soon memories start flowing back. He remembers the gift he had given you and he stares at the boy standing in front of him. An overwhelmed feeling evolve inside him. You had heard all the noises and slowly walked out with your walking stick in hand.

“Toshiro, did you create trouble again?” You called out while letting the other free hand trying to search for him.

Ichthys look up upon hearing the familiar voice and saw you struggling to look for Toshiro. He turns to look at the rest, as if asking them what had happen to you. Dui whispered that you lost your eyesight to save him. He tears as he walks slowly toward you. You stood still upon hearing his footsteps. Since you become blind, your hearing has become very sensitive. You immediately recognize that it is him. You are happy but at the same time worry. You do not want him to see you at this state.

“Toshiro, help me back to my room immediately.” You cried out panicking.

“Why are you running away from me after not seeing me for so long?” Ichthys cried out and embraced you.

“I am not able to see anymore.” You cried. “Wait, you remember?

“I did after seeing the bracelet on Toshiro’s hand.” Ichthys cried. He then cover your eyes his hands and a bright light shine over the room. You slowly open your eyes and shocked by the brightness around you. You soon realized that you are able to see again and Ichthys is standing right in front of you. You cry out louder and buried your face in his chest.

“Mum..” Toshiro called timidly. You turned to find a boy staring up at both of you. You can recognize his voice and you place your hands on his cheeks, gazing at him lovely, trying to capture his image into your mind.

“Toshiro, you are such a handsome boy now just like your dad.” You tears and smiled, looking up at Ichthys.

“Dad? Is that really you?” Toshiro cried and embraced Ichthys’s legs. Ichthys carry Toshiro in his arms and pulled you in together.

“Yes, I am back and I am not going to leave both of you again.” Ichthys tears. He keeps kissing both of you as if he is trying to catch all the lost time. He promised himself never to lose both of you again. Both of you is what he need from now onward.

Episode 24.5 Full

…hopefully, I translated from 2 different Japanese scripts, some lines are different between them so I just take which looks more accurate. The order maybe wrong - that’s what Japanese recorders said.

I don’t translate Calm and Inaho’s talk, because I seriously have zero interest in it, sorry. Calm is the one driving Inaho to Slaine for the first visit in there. Also, Japanese and English aren’t my mother languages, so bear with me if I make mistakes.

Slaine and Inaho are funny….

Keep reading

(Is this where you sent fan art? I’m not sure. This is my first time doing so for any blog so if it’s the wrong place please spare me.)

I got the idea to draw this while reading the post about Verdana’s death. I don’t usually draw stuff (that’s why it looks crappy lol) but I just HAD to draw this. I hope you guys like it! :)

((MOD SHADE HERE!!! AJBFJSBLJBLGBLWBEGLBSDJHAISUHFPIEBKJAK LOOK AT THAT HAPPY FAMILY OMGGGG!!!! HO W DAREEEEE, “Just think of what could’ve been” I’M DYINGGGG. But seriously though LOOK AT THIS!! IT’S SO CUTE AAAAAAAA!!! They look so happy and wonderful! And don’t sell yourself short, you are a wonderful artist!! Thank you so much for drawing this :D it’s an awesome piece of fanart!))

I was just improvising girly flowy affected movements in my room to the gorgeous music of Chopin and I decided to film it. This is what happened.

Disclaimer: this is me ‘fooling around’ if you will and as such it’s not to be taken seriously, so if any of you are like 'If you’re a boy why are you doing this stuff’ please refrain from sending me asks about it. It’s what I do in my spare time and I just happen to love lyrical exaggerated port de bras etc it’s not like I’m going to go join the Trockadero. I work enough on male technique during class. :P

Calum Hood Imagine: Everything Is Grey.

 *Calum POV*

“Hi, erm. Can I sit here taken?” I ask a girl sitting next to the only other available seat on the bus. She nods her head without looking up from her phone and I awkwardly sit beside her. I stare out of the window at the miserable grey looking street going by. Some people laughing with friends or partners and others alone looking depressed. From what I can see the sun looks like it is shining but I can never really tell. I havent met my soulmate yet so everything I see is in a constant grey scale, like an instagram filter but all of the time, which is actually not as good as you would think. From the when your born to about 5 years old you can see in basic, dim colours because well you don’t know really know what love is at that age but after your fifth birthday all color is drained from your world until you find your soulmate. I am going to meet my friends and band mates Ash, Luke and Michael, these have all met their soulmate so they can see everything in colour. Michael was the first to meet his soulmate and he described as when Dorothy from The Wizard Of Oz steps out of her house into munchkin land and everything is so much prettier. He then apologised to us for making us feel bad and then because Luke had been distracted by his story he ended up walking into his soulmate and falling over, on top of her. He helped her up and they looked into each others eyes and at the same time said “What the fuck is happening.” It only works if you look into each others eyes so you could walk past your soulmate everyday and not realise. 

“Do you mind staring at me?” I heard a voice pull me out of my thoughts. 

“Huh?” I asked turning in the direction of the voice.

“Staring at me. Please stop.” The girl beside me said, still looking at her phone. 

“Sorry.” I said shyly. 

“It’s okay.” The girl said looking up at me laughing. 

I looked back at her laughing awkwardly and I couldn’t help but think she had the most beautiful Y/e/c eyes. Wait, what. how can I see the colour of her eyes. I looked around me and i could se colors everywhere. The off blue of the bus seats, the yellow sun shining outside, the red of the persons coat sitting infant of me. I can vaguely remember what these colours are from when I was younger and it is the greatest thing in the world. However I am very confused as to why I can see in color all of a sudden, I haven’t met my soulmate yet, have I? Maybe I accidentally made eye contact with somebody on the bus, I mean it is really busy. I look beside me out of the window but glance at the girl who is sat beside me, she looks just as confused as I feel. 

“Are you okay?” I ask in an uncertain voice. 

“Erm. No, I don’t think so. I can suddenly see in colour and I don’t know how because I haven’t looked at anyone except… well you. Ah, I see. Erm hello.” She said smiling shyly. 

“Hi.” I said looking down. 

“Well it looks like we are soulmates. When do you want to get married? I can do next Tuesday.” She said seriously. 

“Wh-at?” I stuttered. 

“I’m joking. It was meant to make you laugh. Sorry. I am not that weird I promise. Let’s start again. Erm, what’s your name?” She replied sounding a bit panicked. 

“Oh, yeah I knew you were joking. I was just a bit shocked. My name is Calum, what’s yours?” 

“My name is Y/n. Nice to meet you.” She said shaking my hand. 

We chatted for a bit as the bus journey took longer than expected due to traffic. We talked about what our jobs were, what we liked to do in our spare time. Anything really. We exchanged numbers and talked for a bit more. I can see everything in colour and it feels amazing. I can’t wait to tell Ash, michael and Luke about this. They are going to be so happy. I have finally met my soulmate and I have never been more happy in my entire life. 

“So, do you maybe want to go on a date sometime.” I asked nervously. 

“Yeah sure. When?” 



I woke up in a hospital bed a day later with Luke, Michael and Ash sat around my bed. As I woke up I got attacked by 3 large giants all crying and saying how much they thought I was going to die and how much they were going to miss me. Apparently the bus driver had got annoyed with the amount of traffic and as soon as the light had turned green he had drove without checking and a lorry had gone into the side of the bus. They told me I had been one of the lucky ones and only got a few cuts and bruises, some cracked and broken ribs and a mild concussion, however some people had not been so lucky but only a few had died. That’s when I realised that I could no longer see in colour anymore and that the world around me had turned back to black and white. 

anonymous asked:

hey! ive never done this before... but i thought it'd be fun, for the both of us hopefully, haha, but anyway, you're an incredible writer, and your nalu stories kill me (seriously wow) so if you're still doing it, good ol' nalu for no. 20? have fun and thanks for giving me something to read in my spare time x

No. 20: “All I could think about was that kiss”

thank you for sending me this! sorry for the wait! Sort of an AU where Lucy’s reflexes weren’t quick enough to stop that lil kiss from

All I could think about was that kiss. 

I didn’t know what bothered me more, the fact that it happened, that I actually let it happen, or that my mind was falling into such a craze because of it. It followed me like a cloud I couldn’t get rid of. It just stayed there, hovering above me and shaking little sparkly snowflakes on me to remind me of the overwhelming shakiness I had felt in that split moment. My insides had twisted up into a giant pretzel I couldn’t unknot for a good few hours, and apparently was still having trouble with.

It only lasted a second. Maybe not even that long. It wasn’t like I was expecting it, who could expect something like that from him? From Asuka? Who the hell asks that kind of question? 

And who the hell actually tries to kiss someone just because a little girl told them to?

He had turned towards me and the moment flashed by so quickly. Everything was a mess, a blurry mess. He said something about the ‘end of the world’ and just came at me. It wasn’t that he was rushing it or anything, but with my impeccable on the spot thinking, I wasn’t nearly prepared enough to think of how to dodge it. 

Then he did it. He had successfully caught me off guard and pressed his lips right on mine. My muscles were rigid and my I feared that so were my lips. Then again, why was I concerned with how well I kissed him anyways?

I felt his hand grab my shirt in that moment, in that mere second he had against again me. It was deeper than expected, he had ultimately parted my lips with his, and there I go again. Remembering every microscopic detail of that one second before I had shoved him away into a cackling Asuka.

I could still feel it in every shirt I wore, how he had twisted the fabric in his fist to pull us an inch closer, how he tilted his head so evenly right before we met and did it all in one swift motion as if this were something natural for him.

I resistantly wondered if he kissed like that every time.

Keep reading

I’m seriously obsessed with the team leaders from Pokemon GO.

I want to know their story. How they became the leaders of their respective teams, what kind of trials they surpassed to get where they are now, what are they like, what do they do on their spare time, who is their starter pokemon, how do they treat their pokemons.

Blanche, Spark and Candela all deserVE A STORY!!!!!! GODDAMNIT.