this is so easy 2 understand

the RFA’s MCs

Zen: Zen’s MC is an outrageous flirt, like this girl goes from 0 to 100000 in 2 seconds. Zen’s always torn between being impressed and embarrassed because she spouts out the corniest lines with a completely straight face; the greatest discovery of Zen’s life is when it turns out she blushes like a fire engine when he flirts back. She fits perfectly at his side, sweet and easy, and listens to every word he says. She understands; loves him a little more for his imperfections. 

Jaehee: Jaehee’s MC is so whipped, she likes Jaehee so much omgomg. She’s so positive and vibrant and cheerful everyone forgets that she gets insanely competitive over Jaehee’s attention. And there’s the way she’s sweet, but with a petty edge like a cat: she loathes Jumin with so much intensity it’s scary, and even when she’s complimenting Zen it’s all ‘ya ur abs are nice but Jaehee’s hair is still waaay prettier’. 

Jumin: Jumin and his MC’s relationship is built on perfect understanding and mutual trust, which is how Jumin knows that his MC is terrifyingly smart. Smart enough to run circles around anyone in the RFA, smart enough to beat them all at their own game. What’s more unbelievable is how kind she is; she gives him her heart, her early-morning smiles and she fills his life with laughter, with light. Teases him for his little ways so that he, slowly, begins laughing too. 

Yoosung: Yoosung’s MC is the founder and chief member of the Yoosung Protection Squad. will literally pelt Seven with anything she has in her hand when he tries to bully Yoosung. nothing can make her light up like listening to Yoosung talk about his interests, and she’s so earnest in how much she loves him, she wants to grow up and grow mature with him so that they can always stand side by side. 

Saeyoung: Saeyoung’s MC:steadfast, whimsical, sometimes gets lost in shopping malls. Kind of oblivious, in the sense that she has trouble figuring out other people’s emotions, but somehow she’s always laser-focused and deadly accurate on what Saeyoung’s thinking or feeling. Sometimes she dreams of approaching trains, and pushing Saeyoung out of the way just in time. Stubborn about her own feelings, fights for what she thinks is right, and he falls for her over and over, he never stood a chance. 

neonarrow15  asked:

Can I have headcanons over how Ushijima and Ennoshita would take care of their newborns? Thanks!

Ennoshita Chikara

  • He’s been ready for this since high school since he spent the majority of his time watching over Tanaka and Nishinoya. A newborn is easy for him.
  • He’s the type of father who lets his wife stay in bed while he takes care of the crying baby at 2 in the morning. 
  • Every time you look at him, he’s holding the baby. He honestly never wants to let go of his child, he’s just so in love with this being he created with you???
  • Even if the baby doesn’t understand words and blabbers incoherent words, he still likes to read a bedtime story every night. It’s honestly so adorable.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

  • To see this large man holding an infant so delicately is the most precious thing you’ve seen and you’ve made sure to take tons of pictures.
  • He loves this baby with all of his heart, nothing will come close to it (besides you of course). He won’t spoil his kid, but he makes sure to nurture it with love.
  • Sometimes if the baby won’t stop crying, he kind of looks at it panicked and says something along the lines of “I think I broke her/him.” Papa Ushi is a good Ushi.
  • Likes to walk around the farm with the baby in tow, pointing out all of the animals and mimicking the sound they make to go with it. It’s literally the funniest thing you’ve seen.
Can’t Pretend | Bellamy Blake X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Requested by a LOT OF PEOPLE.

Characters: Bellamy/fem!reader, Octavia/Lincoln.

Modern AU.

Word Count: 2439 words.

Parts of the series: (1) (2) (3)

He wasn’t angry or indignant, his feelings went more to sadness and confusion. A little more to confusion. He wanted to understand, wanted to get things right with her, which seemed easy at first, since he knew where to find her. And it would have been easy if (Y/N) had appeared in the places where he looked for her.

Bellamy couldn’t find her in school, often he had waited for her in front of her locker, but she never showed up there, and he began to think that it might have to do with why Octavia started leaving home earlier to go to school. And maybe it had to do with the fact that (Y/N) stopped going to the Blake’s house to spend some time with Octavia. She was avoiding him, and he couldn’t exactly blame her, but he wanted to know what he had done wrong. What he had done to drive away the girl he liked, scratch that, the girl he loved.

Bellamy kept trying to talk to her for the next two weeks, until he heard that people had seen (Y/N) with another boy.  She had moved on quickly, maybe she really didn’t like him. So he tried to move on in the same way as she did, looking for someone else. Of course, that hadn’t been difficult for him. Several girls were there, waiting for Bellamy to notice them. And then he started to go out with them. Not one, not two, but a bunch of them, trying to fill the emptiness that (Y/N) had left in him, though he tried not to let it show how much she had affected him. But it didn’t go unnoticed, not by Octavia, she knew her brother well.

Octavia felt bad from the moment she had seen the hurt look in Bellamy’s eyes when her best friend broke up with him, but she couldn’t go back. (Y/N) was her support, half of the dynamic duo that they formed, and her friend’s relationship with her brother was destroying it, so that had to stop. Octavia thought that Bellamy would move on quickly, that (Y/N) had only been a crush. But soon she began to realize that she was wrong, very wrong.

On the one hand she had Bellamy, who was going out with many girls and obviously was bad, but hoping that no one noticed this, and on the other she had (Y/N), who was sad since the break up, and for whom Octavia was trying to arrange blind dates since then. Although (Y/N) had just agreed to do this after the second week, when her mood started to get better, but she hasn’t stayed with the same boy for a long time without giving up on him.

Not to mention their mood, which were constantly changing. Basically, Octavia had to put up with both being hell. So she needed to get the two of them together again. And that was what she was determined to do when she went to her brother for an afternoon.

“Hey.”she said as she sat down on the couch beside him.

“Hey.” he muttered back, his eyes still fixed on the TV screen.

“So…” she began, looking innocently at him. “Are you going to do something tomorrow?”

“No.” he looked at her laughing. “Why? Are you going to invite me on a date?

“Not with me.” she said, laughing back, receiving a confused look from Bellamy. “What about a date with (Y/N)?”

His body tensed when he heard the girl’s name being uttered. His dark eyes stared back at the TV screen. Octavia sighed when she realized she wouldn’t receive an answer from her brother, throwing her head back slightly.

“C’mon Bell.” he stared at her coldly. “I know you still like her and…”

“I don’t like her.” he cut her off. “And she doesn’t like me. So just leave us alone.”

Octavia just stared at her brother as he got up and headed for his bedroom. Maybe that would be harder than she’d expected. While she watched the random show that Bellamy was watching, she began to think of several ways of getting the two together in the same place. She could call (Y/N) to go to her house, Bellamy was always there. But… No, (Y/N) would know she’d have a chance to bump into Bellamy there and wouldn’t come.

She couldn’t tell (Y/N) that she was wanting to get them together again, she even imagined (Y/N)n getting angry with her. One hour you want me to date him, on another you want us to break up, make up your mind. Octavia sighed, throwing herself completely on the couch when someone came to her mind. Lincoln. His house was the only place where a discussion could happen without attracting some looks from another person. But of course, she would have to talk to Lincoln to see if he was okay with it. But she could leave it for later, first she had to figure out a way to get her brother and her best friend there. For (Y/N), Octavia didn’t take long to think, it wasn’t so difficult.

“Are you free tomorrow?” those were the first words Octavia said when she called (Y/N) later that day.

“It depends, what do you have in mind?” (Y/N) yawned on the other end of the line.

"There’s this boy…” Octavia began, being interrupted by a grunt from her friend. “I swear to you, he’s cool, he’s Lincoln’s friend, you can trust him.”

It took her some time to convince the girl to go to Lincoln’s house in the other day, where she and Octavia were supposed to meet Lincoln and (Y/N)’s date, although Octavia was sure that (Y/N) would only go because they would go to a restaurant. That girl. Her willingness to go was represented by the time she took to get ready the next day, which was a lot since she was practically crawling with laziness, while Octavia kept waiting for her in the living room.

Octavia took advantage of the fact that (Y/N) wasn’t there and picked up her cell phone, dialing her brother’s number. She had already managed to convince her friend to go to the planned place, now she needed to make sure that Bellamy would show up there. But her brother didn’t answer the call, making the girl having to leave a voice message for him.

"Bell, I’m at Lincoln’s.” she tried to sound as casual as she could. “We have some things to do, so I thought maybe I could spend the night here.”

If Bellamy were in his normal mood, his brother’s super protective sense would lead him to Lincoln’s house. At least that was what Octavia expected to happen. Not long afterward, (Y/N) returned to the living room, ready to leave, though she didn’t seem to be very excited for the night to come.

“It’s going to be fun, I promise.” Octavia said, reaching her hand for her friend to pick it up.

“You’d better be right.” (Y/N) replied, with a small smile on her face and accepting the girl’s hand, which led her out of the house.

The two of them walked to Lincoln’s house, which luckily wasn’t far from (Y/N)’s. The girl was starting to get excited for the night while Octavia invented things the four of them could do together.

“I’m so in for a miming game.” (Y/N) commented, making Octavia chuckle and nod.

“Sounds like your thing.”

Both of them arrived at the house, from which Octavia opened the door, letting her friend enter first and finding Lincoln in the room, which made the body of the Blake girl freeze. She had focused so much on ideas of how to make (Y/N) and Bellamy go to that house that she had forgotten to tell Lincoln about the plan.

The man was dressed in casual clothes, sitting in his chair, reading something. His gaze went to the two girls standing in the doorway, his expression getting confused within seconds.

“He’s not ready.” (Y/N) murmured in Octavia’s ear.

“It happens a lot.” she answered with a nervous laugh, taking a few steps in front of (Y/N) to try to signal something to Lincoln. “You keep forgetting our dates.“

Lincoln looked from one to the other, holding the urge to ask what was happening when he saw the desperate look Octavia was sending him.

"I completely forgot.” he tried not to let the uncertainty appear in his voice, leaving his book on the coffee table that stood there and standing. “I’ll get dressed, I guess.”

“No, it’s okay.” Octavia nodded, looking more relieved. “You know what? You look great in this outfit, just stay like this.”

(Y/N) glanced suspiciously at her friend. Octavia had pretty much forced her to dress up, why didn’t he have to do that too? She just tried to ignore it as Lincoln sat down again.

“What about my date?” she asked.

“He’ll probably be here soon.” Octavia said, hurrying back to close the door and pushing (Y/N) gently closer toward the couch. “Sit while we wait.”

They sat down. The next few seconds were filled with uncomfortable silence as Octavia glanced at the door, which caught (Y/N)’s attention slightly, but she only pulled it away from her mind and turned to Lincoln.

“So, how’s your friend?”

Octavia was ready to intervene, so her boyfriend wouldn’t have to answer when she noticed the noise of a car stopping near the house, making the girl smile.

“I think your date just arrived.” she said, turning her gaze to the door again.

Suddenly, Bellamy burst in, looking furiously around the room. His furious gaze, however, became confused to see a smiling Octavia, a super confused Lincoln and a (Y/N), who seemed to be beginning to understand what was going on there. Bellamy kept eye contact with (Y/N) for a few seconds until he spoke again.

“Is this your idea?” he asked the girl, who shook her head.

“I’m confused as you are.” she replied, turning her head to Octavia, who raised her arms in surrender.

“Of course it was me.” she said, earning a glare from Bellamy.

“I told you I didn’t want to talk to her.” (Y/N)’s heart clenched a little at his words.

“Let’s settle this now.” Octavia pulled (Y/N) and brought her closer to Bellamy. “You two like each other and both of you have been hell since you broke up. Can’t you guys just make up?”

“No.” he replied, causing (Y/N) to look down at her hands. “It wasn’t me who broke up with her.”

Octavia looked at her friend, encouraging her to respond. (Y/N) didn’t feel the courage to talk about it, but she sighed, looking back at the boy, who cut her off when she was about to speak.

“You didn’t even give me a reason for that.” his eyes carried the hurt, sadness and disappointment that the girl had tried to avoid looking weeks ago. “I don’t even know what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” she murmured, feeling her voice getting stuck in her throat.

“I get it.” he nodded slowly. “You just didn’t feel the same, I get that.”

“Is not it.”

Bellamy groaned in frustration. “So what is (Y/N)? How cannot be it?” his voice began to rise. “You told me you didn’t like me that day, don’t start with shit.” (Y/N) finally felt the courage began to grow in her.

“I lied, okay? I didn’t want to say anything of what I said that day.” she took a deep breath. "I lied.”

Bellamy spent a few seconds looking at her, as if to analyze if this time she was speaking the truth. He nodded slightly.

“Why did you lie?” his voice broke a little. “I loved you, dammit! You knew that. Why did you decide to lie to me? I needed you.”

(Y/N) glanced quickly at Octavia, who already had her eyes fixed on the girl, slightly shaking her head. (Y/N) sighed and turned to face Bellamy, who was waiting patiently for an answer.

"The reason doesn’t matter now.” she said, causing him to roll his eyes. “What really matters is: do you still need me?”

Bellamy let out a low chuckle and (Y/N) felt her heart clench. The answer would be no. He must hate her now. But the words that came from his mouth made her body vibrate with relief.

Love, I have wounds only you can mend.” he quoted one of the phrases of her favorite song, making her give him a big smile. “What about you?” his face was serious again. “What do you feel for me? The truth this time.”

I guess that’s love, I can’t pretend.” (Y/N) replied, making Bellamy smile back at her.

The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, just enjoying looking into each other’s eyes, before Bellamy discreetly approached her, placing his hands on her waist. (Y/N) put her hands around his neck, feeling the boy’s hair touching her skin. A few more seconds passed with they staring at each other when Bellamy crashed his lips against hers. (Y/N) had missed his soft lips touching her in the sweet way that only he knew how to do. In the background she could hear Octavia clapping and encouraging Lincoln to do the same. Poor guy. He shouldn’t be understanding anything.

“My couple.” Octavia hugged them both, making them break the kiss, and then ran to Lincoln’s side, causing the couple to chuckle.

"But seriously…” Bellamy said, making (Y/N) turn to him again. “Why did you lie?”

The girl opened her mouth, trying to make an excuse, but she couldn’t think of anything, turning to Octavia for support.

“Ok.” Octavia laughed nervously. “I convinced her to break up with you.”

It was impossible to define exactly the expression that Bellamy had on his face. Maybe confusion, maybe indignation, maybe nothing at all. But it certainly wasn’t happiness.


"I kind of got a little jealous from the proximity of you two.” It was clear now. It was indignation mixed with a bit of anger. “But I saw that I was wrong okay? That’s why I brought you two here. You’re kind of the OTP of my life.”

Bellamy was about to say something when (Y/N) sank against his body, taking advantage of the warmth he exuded, making him squeeze her against him while he gave Octavia thumbs up, causing the girl to smile widely. Lincoln, who now seemed to have understood what was happening, let out a chuckle and said something, catching everyone’s attention.

“God bless Octavia Blake.”

Some what-NOT-to-do advice for university students, from someone who just spent a semester grading first year essays: 

1) Never turn in an essay that hasn’t been proofread. For the love of all that is holy please proofread. Everyone misses a typo now and then but a paper that is full of them looks so lazy. 

2) Don’t try to increase the page count by making the margins or font bigger. It’s so obvious, it never actually fools anyone. If it’s due and it’s too short and you don’t have time to make it longer, just let it be too short. We appreciate that students have crazy hectic lives and we’ll be more understanding if you don’t try to trick us. 

3) A thesaurus can be an excellent tool but don’t replace a word you wrote with a word you’ve never heard of. It’s really easy to tell when someone has just used the synonym function but doesn’t really understand what it means. If you’ve never heard the word “elucidate” just don’t use it. Smaller words used right are better than longer words used wrong. 

4) [this is the most important one] If the person marking your paper gives you technical feedback, like “indent new paragraphs” or “please double space” or “put a citation after every quote”, don’t ignore them!! DO THOSE THINGS in the next essay you write, ESPECIALLy if the same person is marking it. Grade markers put time and effort into giving you feedback and if you ignore their suggestions and make the same mistakes next time, it makes us feel like taking the time to give you feedback was a waste. It may be petty, but we’re not super inclined to give a good mark to someone who didn’t even bother to read our comments.

DIY Adult Onesie Pajamas

Hi lovelies! Here is my first ever tutorial, adult onesie pajamas! These jammies are suuuper cozy and easy for anyone to make, even if you don’t have a sewing machine! This project can take anywhere from 3-8 hours, so make sure you remember to take breaks for snacks and drinks! Have a friend or caregiver help you if you’d like. These jammies can be made in any size and can be modified to your liking as well. Tutorial begins under the cut! If there is a step that you don’t understand or need clarification on, please feel free to message me!♥ Note: It’s picture heavy!

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Prompt #23: The Standoff

Prompt #23: “Is that my shirt?” 

A/N: A prompt tonight and Always a Bridesmaid part 2 tomorrow :) I’m sorry that I’m doing these out of order – I’m probably going to continue to do them in order of whichever one I get inspiration to do next (I hope you understand – otherwise they would never get done). I hope you enjoy this one shot of a sex standoff between Spencer and Reader!! :)

Trigger: There is smut – it’s my first time doing this and I’m honestly not sure if it’s any good so pls go easy on me and I’m probably going to go hide now GOODBYE


You were sitting in your living room with your boyfriend, Spencer one stormy night – you were reading a romance novel with your legs propped up on his lap as he was watching a documentary. Your eyes were getting sleepy, so you put down your book and laid your head back. Spencer looked over to you and smiled while he rubbed your feet.

“How’s your documentary, love?” you asked with a yawn.

He smiled excitedly. “It’s a documentary about Carl Sagan and his whole life… I’m so glad that you introduced me to Netflix, because this is one of the best documentaries I’ve ever seen!”

You sat up and rubbed his shoulder. “I’m really glad you like it” you said happily. You sat there for a moment then stood up to make yourself a cup of tea. “Yanno, I’ve always been more of a fan of Neil deGrasse Tyson than Carl Sagan” you said absent mindedly as you started heating up some water.

Spencer’s head snapped towards you. “I’m sorry… did I just hear you correctly? You prefer Neil deGrasse Tyson over Carl Sagan?!” his voice squeaked as he paused his documentary to follow you into the kitchen.

You looked at him with a confused expression. “Yeah? What’s so bad about that?”

Spencer gasped. “What do you… what?! I can’t believe that! Carl Sagan is the original, Y/N. I mean, Neil deGrasse Tyson is good, but nothing compared to Carl Sagan!” he continued to squeal in that tone of voice he used when he argued.

“Spence, it’s really not a big deal sweetie” you said as you poured your piping hot water into your cup. You sensed that he was going to make this into a bigger deal than it needed to be.

And you were right.

Almost an hour and a half later, he was still trying to convince you to like Carl Sagan more.

“OH MY GOD Spencer!” you had enough of his arguing over something so silly. “This is ridiculous, why can’t you just respect my opinion?! This is the stupidest thing anyone could ever get mad over!”

Obviously, that didn’t sit well with him.

He tightened his hands into tight fists. “It’s a big deal to me, Y/N, and you know what…That’s it… I’m turning off the tap”

You gave out a big laugh. “You’re turning off the tap for something as silly as this?! You are absolutely absurd sometimes, Spencer! You really think you can ‘turn off the tap’? Oh honey…” you patted his shoulder. “You wouldn’t last a week” you challenged him.

His eyes got wide with surprise. “You’re on, Y/N”


It had been almost a month.


You knew that you wanted to crack, but you were too stubborn to give in. And unfortunately, so was he. By now, it wasn’t even about the little tiff the two of you had gotten in to. It had spiraled into a challenge of who could win this standoff.

You used every move that you knew worked on him. One day while the two of you were at work, you decided to go with the lowest cut shirt appropriate for work and some of your tightest skirts. You leaned over desks across from him to give him a nice view, got up to go to the bathroom countless times so he could watch you walk away, and anything else you could think of – still nothing.

At home, you purposely got out of the shower and walked around without a towel covering you for longer than you normally did. You slept in much skimpier pajamas than you were used to. Countless bananas, lollipops, and popsicles were eaten in front of Spencer in the past month.

One night you almost got him to cave by wearing some of his favorite lingerie on you. You twirled and strutted around trying to get him to give in, but he was much stronger than you had anticipated to be.

And still nothing. He wasn’t giving in.

He was bringing it, too. He was very aware of what turned you on.

He would wrap his arms around your waist in the morning and nibble at that spot right behind your ear that he knew you loved. At work, he would be constantly licking his lips and twirling his pen with his beautiful, long fingers.

He skipped a hair appointment so his hair was getting long and started growing out some stubble, knowing how much you loved when he had a little 5 o’clock shadow. He had even started working out with Morgan after work some days.

Honestly, he was killing you.

It way day 26 of the drought and you had gotten home before Spencer – he insisted that you go home and didn’t wait for him as he finished up some paper work. You hesitantly agreed but insisted that you make dinner – you were starving anyway.

You walked in the door and plopped your purse on the ground. You immediately peeled off your work clothes and went into your bedroom to put on one of Spencer’s shirts. It was so long on you that there was no use in putting on anything underneath – plus, it was comfier.

You were making Spencer’s favorite dinner – lo mein with bits of chicken with a side of jello. Although it was an odd mix, it sure was good.

Spencer walked into the door when you were in the middle of cooking. “Hey honey, I’m home – wow, that smells great” he said as he turned the corner into the kitchen. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the scene in front of him.

You were in his t-shirt with nothing underneath and your hair was up in a messy pony tail, making his favorite food. You hadn’t even though about it, but this was the perfect combination to make him cave. Something so simple, yet so effective.

“Erm… is that uh… is that my shirt?” he asked with a quivering voice.

Still oblivious to his state, you stopped making food and looked down at what you were wearing. “Oh, yeah, sorry… your shirts are just so much comfier than mine” you said nonchalantly and smiled at him then continued cooking.

Spencer took a big gulp. He stood for a moment, contemplating what he was about to do next, then finally caved.

The sound of his bag dropping made you look up to see him charging at you. His hand quickly flipped off the stove then reached for you. His arms wrapped around your waist and picked you up, immediately pushing your bottom up to sit on the counter. His hand then reached behind your head and pulled it towards him, your lips crashing in a hot, fiery passion.

Both of you had disregarded the sex standoff and finally gave in to each other’s needs. His tongue brushed across your lip until you granted him access in. Your tongues massaged one another as his hands gripped your shirt of his that you were wearing and your fingers tangled in his curly, brown locks.

“Spence” you cooed breathlessly. “Take me… to the bedroom, now” you groaned.

Without a word, he picked you up without breaking your kiss and carried you to the bedroom then laid you gently on the bed. You began to take off his tie and unbutton his shirt as he started tugging at the end of your shirt. Before you knew it, both of your clothes were off and your two bare bodies were finally together once again.

“Y/N, can we just… instead of doing all of the other stuff” Spencer suggested. Knowing what he meant, you giggled at his urgency and agreed – all your body wanted (and needed) right now was him inside of you.

Spencer’s lips continued to graze up and down your neck as he lowered himself into you. You both groaned with pleasure as he slowly sank down further and further. He set a comfortable pace for both of you, sending waves of pleasure you had been yearning for almost a month now.

“Oh, Spencer…” you whispered in his ear as your nails dug into his back. You could feel Spencer’s hot breath on your shoulder as he continued his pace, pleasuring you with every thrust.

“Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry, this isn’t going to take very long because it’s been, erm… awhile” he said breathlessly.

You had no problem with that, knowing that it wasn’t going to take you very long to get you where you needed to go either.

He continued to thrust, hitting you in the right in that sweet spot over and over again. He could tell by your breathing pattern and the way that you were bucking against him that you were only moments away from finishing.

“Oh my god, Spencer” you called out as pleasure pulsated through every inch of your body and your walls clenched against his length. Your own orgasm pushed Spencer over the edge as he finished as well – he picked up his pace, riding both of your orgasms together.

Once everything had calmed down, he brushed the stray pieces of hair out of your face and kissed you softly and less urgently.

“Y/N, I love you so much… but let’s never turn off our sex taps again” he said breathlessly with a smile.

“Agreed” you whispered to him with a smile.

but what about afterwards?


Why are the lyrics from Fever
1. So hard to understand by ear
2. Fucking complicated to memorize
3. So freaking fast and hard to sing, and
4. HAVE THE HARDEST WORDS TO PRONOUNCE, did they search “complicated and intelligent sounding words” on google??? Fuck, they didn’t make it easy for us who’s first language isn’t english!

Panel 1:
Riku: Tenn-nii!!
Tenn: Riku.

Panel 2:
Tenn: The fact that we’re twins is still a secret so be careful of how you address me.
Riku: R-Right…I understand.

Panel 3:
Riku: Kujo-san!!
Tenn: Hello, IDOLiSH7′s Nanase Riku.

there’s actually another panel after but my noob Japanese ass can’t understand it yet  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Los Angeles + 5 things.

I’ve struggled to come up with five things I like about myself (thank you for the asks), since my lenses are invariably caked with the slime of my failures and most of my time is spent trying to figure out how to be a better person and inhabiting that action plan. I’m a mess, always. Instead, I’ll put forth five things I like in others.

1. Edge: I understand and appreciate traditional beauty, but it doesn’t push my buttons. Give me scars of body and mind, sharpened to cut a swath around easy and familiar. Speak in ungainly ways that rip guts and massage sex and force brains to accept dissonance and flaws. Feed delicacies disguised in terrifying covers. Show colors that please because they don’t. If it’s every so slightly off, I’m into it.  

2. Dark humor: If you force me to work for that joke and make it a little existential, I will keep coming back to your well. 

3. Creative solutions to difficult problems: People that can see how to fix the ailments of this century, with its complexity and vagaries, are my people. I adore watching a brilliant person unfuck the Rubik’s cube. 

4. Courage in the face of bullies: Bravery is hot as fuck. 

5. A (good) way with words: Writers are everything. 

Feel Safe *Part 2*

McCall Pack X Reader

Word Count: 647

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you do more to Feel Safe, it’s so good. I understand if you can’t. You have been writing a lot. Love your work😘.

Originally posted by hvproductions

It wasn’t easy to get better and in most cases, you weren’t better, you always had some kind of need for a darkness looming over you. The pack had expected that you would be getting better by now, showing some kind of improvement but you only seemed to be getting worse, you disappear for days and nobody would know where you are. That is until Theo showed up at first he was the same as everyone else and then you were taken by the Dread Doctors it was then that the pack thought that now it would be better to follow you around but that only pushed you away more.

After a while, Theo realised that you weren’t going to be a failure not like the others and he was all for finding out why. “Hey Scott, what’s different about (Y/N)?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” Scott asked.
“Well, she’s the only one that we’ve seen that hasn’t been a failure, there has to be something that different about her,” Theo said looking at Scott who nodded.
“Something happened a while ago…” Scott answered.
“What?” Theo asked.
“That’s her story to tell,” Scott answered.
“It was bad then?” Theo pressed and Scott nodded. Theo left it there but now he knew how to approached the subject when he spoke to you. Theo knew that by the way, you behaved that you were still looking for trouble now more than ever and he was about to start some.

Theo walked around Beacon Hills trying to find you, your new found power was easy to track but the source was hard to pinpoint. It took him hours but he found you on the bridge where his sister was found. “(Y/N)?” he asked.
“Yeah?” You asked.
“You okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine.” You answered.
“This is going to sound harsh but why are you different?” Theo asked and she looked at him and frowned.
“What?” she asked.
“Well, everyone else has been a failure for whatever these guys are looking for but you haven’t even started bleeding mercury,” Theo explained. “So you different.”
“Mmm,.” You hummed. You scars had healed but that didn’t mean that the effects were gone.
“(Y/N)?” Theo asked.
“Maybe my body just knows how to heal.” You mumbled.
“What?” Theo asked now leaning against the railings of the bridge.
“My dad used to hit me.” You answered Theo looked over, he wasn’t expecting that but now that he thought about it, he didn’t know what he expected, come to think of it he wasn’t sure what he expected but after hearing that it was almost like his entire plan for you changed.
“You’re stronger,” he said. You looked at him. “I know other who have been through the same thing and they use as an excuse to do stupid life threatening thing but you never talk about it.”
“You know people?” You asked. He nodded.
“From where I lived before,” he answered he was sort of lying, he knew people that did stupid things where he was living before but none of them had said that it was because of parental abuse. “Come on it’ll get cold soon.” Theo offered you his hand and you smiled and took it as he leads you back to Scott’s place where you had been staying. Theo left and you walked into the house Scott smiled at you as you walked into the kitchen you sighed and looked over at him smiling back.
“I’m sorry.” You said looking at him. He frowned.
“For what?” he asked walking up to you to see the tears in your eyes.
“I’m not getting better.” You mumbled.
“You will but what matters is that you feel safe,” Scott said pulling you into a hug.
“I feel safe.” You assured him wrapping your arms around him and hugging him for the first time.

Requests and general question!


Hey!  (Recently) former LUSH employee here!

Please don't reuse your bath bombs!  If you put them under water then leave them out to dry, they grow bacteria on them.  Then the next time you take a bath, you're bathing in bacteria!

But I totally understand wanting to make that beautiful little nerd go as long as possible.  So…

1) Tisty Tosty, Ickle Baby Bot, and Granny Takes a Dip can be cut in half with a butcher knife.  You may experience some crumble on Tisty Tosty or Granny Takes a Dip, but they won’t completely disintegrate.  I don’t recommend this, but I understand this.

2) This breaks my heart to say, but Twilight, Fizzbanger, and Dragon’s Egg are easy to break up by cracking them like an egg.  Be aware, however, that this ruins the unfolding effect of the bath bomb.  These are bath bombs inside of bath bombs and were made to unfold magically before your eyes.  It makes me sad when people do this but, like I said, I understand.

2) ANY of the bubble bars or bath melts can be cut up as much as you damn well please.  Try a Blue Skies and Fluffy White Clouds for an earthy feel, or maybe pick up an Ultraviolet before the spring collection finishes up!

The larger bubble bars (The Comforter, Blue Skies and Fluffy White Clouds, The Brightside, and - just for spring - Ultraviolet) are meant to be cut up into ~4 parts.  but I’ve heard people having success with as much as 8 pieces!  You can cut them with a knife or, depending on where you are in the world, you can just break them up manually.

3) Ceridwen’s Cauldron is a reusable bath melt.  LUSH also has several seasonal items that are reusable bath melts and bubble bars.

But ALL bubble bars can happily be cut into at least 2 pieces.  Bubble bars have a much lower price-per-bath than bath bombs.  Bath bombs run about $6 per bath, but bubble bars are about $2.

Just please do not reuse bath bombs.

I think your enjoyment of the silent hill series...

Comes down to how developed your imagination is. The games, specifically 1-4, purposely leave out information and hide things from you so you can fill in the blanks with your own ideas and beliefs. Its understandable how someone who isn’t creative can find these games ridiculous. And it easy to see why some fans loved post team silent entries for this very reason. Silent Hill embodies in the true sense of the word, ambiguity, and your enjoyment of these games really comes down to rellying on yourself to make a bit of sense as to what is going on. Silent Hill 3 does this the best, because it throws weird, incomplete, and abstract imagery (and sound effects as well) at you from beginning to end, and its up to you to interpret these things.

8 days ‘til valentine's day…

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes

Words: 2.619

Warnings: some swear words

A/N: Alright guys. I really need to learn but how I shall I do it when something like that came into my mind. So I wrote it.
Don’t get me wrong I love the X-Men movies, you will understand it ;)
Today is valentine’s day … so Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone and I hope you all likes it!

A relationship with the deadliest man on earth seemed to be not so easy? To be the girlfriend of the Winter Soldier was maybe difficult? Maybe, but for you it was your daily life and you loved it. You loved him. You were in love with Bucky Barnes even when he never said it to you but that wasn’t necessary.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Intp for the question thingy.

1. Would I want to meet/get to know this type?                                             - Yess ! I think that I might have met some but they’ve been so distant that the accuracy of my typing could be wrong.

2. General impressions?                                                                                   - Slightly socially awkward and therefore can be a bit defensive, generally polite, laid-back, can put on a goofy persona, approach their interests very seriously and may seem a bit “dry” to new people, some INTPs (if my typing can be trusted) may seem a bit intimidating if you happen to say something that doesn’t seem accurate to them.

3. What do I imagine our relationship would be like? How well would we get along?                                                                                                          - Probably very easy with great mutual understanding, though personality-wise we might not supplement each other that much. There would likely be many conversations that intrigue both people, and likely a good general balance.

4. Stuff I’ve always wanted to do with this type?                                           - Just talk basically, about everything. See what we’d have in common.  

My little Sherlock. Joker x Reader x Batman

A/n: GUYS I’M THE WORST !! I AM SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING ANYTHING FOR ALMOST 2 WEEKS BUT I’M BACK !! I’m so sorry this request is late but here you go : @fanboyswhereare-you thank you so much for your request and I hope you like it ;)

Warning : mentions of violence

Pairing : (Jared Leto) Joker x (daughter ) Reader x Batman

Plot : the reader lives with J but is smart enough to understand that even if he took her off the streets he’s a bad man. She left only to be taken in by Batman soon after .

My little Sherlock.

Things were never easy. 

You love Joker as a father.  He found you and gave you a home . Every time you asked him “why ?” He simply waved you off , as if not wanting to say anything. 

You believed he didn’t know himself why he saved you . Why he kept you with him and why were you still here .

Yes he adored you . And yes he wanted you to be just like him . But you didn’t want that . You didn’t dare to tell him that . You actually hated what he did .

You were smart . Incredibly smart . Loving literature,  science , maths and history you were one little Sherlock . That is what he called you .

His little Sherlock. 

You didn’t mind the nickname but you hated when he made you help him . You didn’t want to use your gift for hurting people but he always sweet talked you in to it .

But tonight you had enough,  you took all you needed and left .

Being on the streets again felt weird again .

But that didn’t stop you .

Keeping you step strong you kept on walking , the cold nights air burned the tip of your nose and checks . You had your hands in your pockets . You didn’t know where we’re you going but soon stopped hearing a cry for help .

You started to walk to the crys only to find a young woman being attacked by a man . He hand his grip on her throat while his free hand ripped off her clothes.  You needed to act fast . Something in you wanted to just run there and help . And you did .

As you ran to the man yelling for him to let the woman go you threw your backpack at him , knocking him away from the woman letting go of her throat and dress that he had yet to ripp off . The man quickly retaliated but not for long as you quickly punched him in the nose . As he fell back on his back , holding his nose you wanted to attack him while he was distracted but you felt a hand on your shoulder. 

Turning around your heart stops . Batman had his hand on your shoulder, stopping you from moving forward . He had this look in his eyes.  Not the usual stern look but rather slightly surprise. 

“Stand down , you did enough ” he said , his voice deep and raspy.  You looked at him , not moving.  But soon you went to help the poor woman who was still sobbing on the ground. 

Soon police arrived and when one of the cops went to take you to the police department with them . Being smart enough you didn’t argue and went along but to your surprise Batman simply said “she’s with me ” and took you to the batmobile .

As the batmobile drove fast,  the buildings becoming a blurr behind the window.  You didn’t dare to say a word until you get to the bat cave.  Getting out of the batmobile alongside batman you finally had enough courage to ask “why am I here ? ” you asked holding your bag close to your chest.  He stopped in his tracks and looked at you .

“I know who you are and with who you were . I know you are smart and have potential for greater things.  That’s why you left his side . Am I right?  ” he said looking at you for another moment before walking again .

It took you some time to get the meaning of his words , but as soon as it his you,  you slightly smiled and ran after him .

It was a long time before you were allowed to leave the bat cave.  After months of gaining trust , showing your potential and your talent. Soon being Batmans eyes and ears you soon helped him along his missions from the bat cave . You soon to be very useful. 

Hacking in to security systems of the buildings or streets batman was you told him all he needed to finish his missions as soon as possible and as easily and as safely as possible as well .

Yes you left you father figure,  yes you “betrayed” him .

But did you regret it ?

No .

You loved your new life.  Helping people even if they didn’t know you was alright with you .

Because let’s face it. 

You were doing something to make this world better.

I was an Animorphs kid

but I grew up with the French translation of the books instead of the originals

And it turns out French doesn’t really have a word that’s both 1)a good equivalent to “morph”/”morphing” and 2)easy to understand and pronounce for a smol kid

so the translator decided to solve that problem by referring to the morphing tech as “Animorph technology”

so smol child me reading these books was like “why are you saying Marco came up with the word ‘Animorphs’, it’s just the name of the tech they use, that’s not clever at all”

It was years later that I found out that in the original English version the tech wasn’t called that and the word “Animorphs” really did not appear in the story until Marco said it in the first book

I’m so sorry I doubted you Marco


All you need is:

1) An email address
2) A PayPal account
3) $6.00


The idea is that of a system that takes advantage of the power of
compounding. And in a big way, let me tell you. First and foremost
understand that there are countless spin-offs of this system that try
make a
“quick buck” off of people. Long lists, the 5 & 10 dollar trees, the
birthday systems,
etc… Those spin-offs do make money because of the ease of
of this idea, but they do NOT use the compounding advantage. This

Here is how it works…

There is a list of 6 email addresses (you’ll see it as you read
Each of these people has already taken part in this system. When
someone new
comes along (such as yourself) he/she removes #1 off of the list,
moves the other five email addresses up one position (i.e. #6 goes to
#5 to #4, etc.), and places their PayPal email address in the #6
position. This process is what develops the power of compounding. The
bottom line is this


Following this EXACT process is what creates the money, and that is
why this system
has been raved about in the media. Altering the system creates weak
results. The legality of this system comes from the idea that you are
of course creating a mailing list, and a “service” is being provided
(more on that later.) Now on to how your $6.00 creates BIG money…



The first thing to do is highlight and SAVE this entire post in word
or notepad on your computer so you can come back to it later.
After that, if you are not already a PayPal user you need to go to
the PayPal website at and SIGN UP.
If you want to be able to receive credit card payments from other
people then
you will need to sign up for a PREMIER or BUSINESS account (not just
PERSONAL account).
This is highly recommended to allow others easy payment
options. In order to place the initial $6 into your account, you will
have to verify your bank account with PAYPAL (which may take a few
days). PAYPAL is 100% secure and is used by millions of people


Here is where the action occurs. The first thing to do is to send a
$1.00 payment to each of the 6 email addresses on the current list
from your PayPal account. To do this quickly and successfully, follow
these simple steps:

1. Login to PayPal and click on the “Send Money” tab near the top of
the screen

2. In the “Recipient’s Email” field enter the email address

3. In the “Amount” field enter “1” (This is your $1.00 payment in
US Dollars)

4. In the “Category” field select “Service” (Keeping it legal)

5. In the “Subject” field type “EMAIL LIST”

doing this, you are creating a service and maintaining the legality
the system by “paying” for the service.

7. Finally, click on the “Continue” button to complete the payment.

8. Repeat these steps for each of the 6 email addresses. That’s it!
sending the $1.00 payment to each address, you are implementing the
compounding POWER of the system. You will reap what you sow!
Here is the current e-mail list:

The Email list:




Now take the #1 email off of the list that you see above (from your
saved file), move the other addresses up (6 becomes 5, 5 becomes 4,
etc.) and add YOUR email address (the one used for your PayPal
account) as number 6 on the list. This is the only part of the
document that
should be changed. ** Make sure your email address is the one you
have registered with PayPal **


Post your amended article created in Step3 to at least 200 newsgroups
or message
boards. Keep in mind that there are tens of thousands of groups
All you need is 200, but remember the more you post the more money
make -
as well as everyone else on the list! I’ve began to see money roll in
before I even hit 100 posts, but try to hit around 200 to allow
maximum exposure. Use Netscape, Internet Explorer, Firefox, Safari,
or whatever your internet browser is to search for various news
on-line forums, message boards, bulletin boards, chat sites,
discussions, discussion groups, on-line communities, etc.
For example, log on to any search engine like or
and type
in a subject like;
find thousands and thousands of message boards. Click them one by one
you will find the option to post a new message. Fill in the subject
which will be the header that everyone sees as they scroll through
the list of postings in a particular group, and post the article with
NEW list of email addresses included. THAT’S IT!!! All you have to do
is jump to different newsgroups and post away. After you get the hang
of it, it will take about 30 seconds for each newsgroup.


When you post 200 messages in various forums, it is estimated that at
LEAST 15 people will respond and send you a $1.00 ($15.00). Those 15
will Post 200 Posts each and 225 people send you $1.00 ($225.00),
through 6 levels of email addresses. For comprehension purposes, here
is an easy viewing chart:

1) 15(1) = 15 people ($1) = $15
2) 15(15) = 225 people ($1) = $225
3) 15(225) = 3375 people ($1) = $3375
4) 15(3375) = 50625 people ($1) = $50625
5) 15(50625) = 759375 people ($1) = $759375

As you can see, your $6.00 has multiplied exponentially. What other
opportunity that is as simple as this can cash in the way this can?!
I’m not going to say this is going to make everyone over $800,000,
but within a few WEEKS you begin to see results, thanks to the speed
the internet!
When your name is no longer on the list, take the latest posting in
the newsgroups and begin the process again. Simply amazing…
One other tip to speed up the process even more:
You can send out your amended post (after you complete the process
and add your PAYPAL email address to the list) to the contacts you
already have in YOUR email address book! It is AMAZING how fast this






  • NAME: Hayden
  • PRONOUNS: he/him
  • SEXUALITY: grey-acel/biromo
  1. I have been to a Broadway show 68(?) times
  2. I plan to teach high school theatre after college.
  3. Most of the characters I connect with and write are middle aged, slightly pompous, and important men. I’ll never understand it.


  • HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): God uh…. 7 years of RP experience. Jesus.
  • PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: Twitter, Instagram, Discord, Skype, forums/messageboards, and of course Tumblr.
  • BEST EXPERIENCE: God there so so many, but it’s still easy to decide. Easily, my RP group of one and a half years now, based on Death Note…. the world building was out of this world and I made the best friends.


  • FEMALE OR MALE: I tend to play males more but I love both.
  • MULTI OR SINGLE: Definitely single.


  • FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: I love angst. Live on it. But I also adore fluff. 
  • PLOTS OR MEMES: I love memes but I rarely turn them into threads. So for threads, plotting.
  • LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I love long replies with lots of development but I’m so rarely in the right state of mind to do them. So for practicality’s sake, short.
  • BEST TIME TO WRITE: For me, mid-day in between classes.
  • ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): It depends on who it is. In ways, yes. There are key traits I have in common with my boys. But overall, no.

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