this was all i could get im sorry i tried


I suck yeah I know, I could’ve tried to get my saves back instead of starting all over again but like that’d be too much work and I don’t have the time to set everything up again. Like literally all my teachers decided to assign projects all at once. so I barely had time to make this sim. sorry, my dudes. I promise to stick with this one, and I saved her tray files and etc.

Name: Alvetta-Love Rosas

Aspiration: SoulMate

Traits: Music Lover, Family Orientated, Romantic

dating stan uris would include

requested: no but i love him

requests: open for headcanons but that’s it sorry!!

a/n: sorry im busy i just dont have energy

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Take a book leave a book

Harrison Osterfield X reader

 requests are open, sorry if i take a minute to get to them there all on my drive and school finishes up in about a month. Also im not to sure how this turned out, like i tried writing in a different style. idk dudes do you like it?

 For as long as Harrison could remember he had lived across from (Y/N). Once upon a time they were good friends running around playing tag, having mud fights and complaining about what movie they were gonna watch that night. Harrison couldn’t remember the countless birthday parties they had together, seeing that there birthdays where only a few days apart. All those memories came to end when Tom got cast for his first movie, Harrison jumped aboard to travel with his best friend, leaving (Y/N) all alone without her best friend.

  Growing up (Y/N) was a very outgoing child, always making noise with Harrison. He had always pushed her out of her comfort zone to do things, he was the one who cheered her on when she presented her writing in front of class. He was the reason she gained confidence, he was her best friend.

  But when Harrison left her confidence plummeted, not having her best friend there to help her out, (Y/N) turned to books to fill his absence, falling instantly in love. It became easier for (Y/N) to stay inside and get lost in a good book, than to face the real world. Her parents both worked almost all day, and only came home to sleep, leaving (Y/N) to figure out everything else. Easily more entertained by books than the lack of her best friend, she choose to stray away from reality.

  Her love for reading grew the longer he stayed away. Not wanting to stray to far away from reality that summer, (Y/N) wanted others to enjoy reading as much as she did. The only library close to them was at least a thirty minute drive. That summer (Y/N) built her own little library that stood on the corner of her lawn.

‘Take a book leave a book’ read the sign hanging from the little library. Harrison smiled to himself he always knew (Y/N) had a love for reading. He couldn’t wait to see her again, for things to go back to normal. He couldn’t wait till you guys had your movie nights again or even for fun to have a mud war to bring back old memories.

 He waited outside (Y/N)’s house for a while listening to hear if she was outside, he couldn’t remember a time where you weren’t outside having fun. Coming to the conclusion that she wasn’t home yet, Harrison jogged over to his home across the street.

  ‘’Hey mom,’’ Harrison said making his way over to the kitchen where his mom was at.

  ‘’He sweetheart, saw you were outside, (Y/N)’s place for a while, where you guys planning on meeting up?” his mom asked him gently setting down her tea.

 Harrison sat down next his mom, ‘’No I was planning on surprising her actually, guess she isn’t home. She isn’t outside.” he replied to his mom looking through the window at the little library on your lawn, ‘’when did that get there anyway?” He asked pointing to the library.

“Oh she put that up while you were gone. Did you two not keep in touch while you were away?’’his mom asked.

 ‘’No, we didn’t actually, it never came to it i guess.’’ Harrison said staring out the window memory after playing in his mind.

‘’ Well if you had kept in touch than you would know, she doesn’t leave the house often anymore sweetheart. I guess she prefers to stay inside and do what kids do inside.Her parents say she’s doing extremely well in school.”

To say Harrison was surprised was an understatement, that didn’t sound like the (Y/N) he remembered. He looked at the little library. What happened?

Should i do a part two to this or just leave it here?

I Know Now (Boyf riends One-Shot)



Little things I’d like to notes is that I really do think that Michael and Jeremy had to go through a LOT of bullshit before they ever got together. Mending their relationship, Jeremy being with Christine, them breaking up, Jeremy finding out he is bi (or pan), Jeremy finding out he has a crush on Michael, mutual pinning, mutual misunderstandings, and sooooo muchhhhh moreeeeeeeee. So I tried my best, I still don’t think this is great. So I more suggest you read the comic then read this piece of shit.

Inspired by @squigglegigs and the comic they did (btw this person is awesome and runs a totally cool ask blog @askguyslikeus and you should all check it out).


“I love you.” The words flushed right out of his mouth before he could stop them.

It was lunch time at school they they went to 7-11 as usual for Michael to get a slushee as Jeremy are his homemade sandwich. But today, Jeremy’s eyes could only train to look at his boyfriend. Couldn’t help but focus on his every movement. But when Michael grabbed is hand and gave Jeremy a bright smile, he couldn’t help but let the words pour.

Once he said it, he felt Michael grow stiff for a second and turn to look at Jeremy in shock. As if he was wondering if he heard right. Michael searched his face, as if he was looking for a missing puzzle piece.

Then the confusion was gone and Michael gave a nonchalant smile, “Of course you like me! We’re dating now!” Michael gave out a laugh but Jeremy could hear the nervousness in it. “Ya goof.” He muttered. Then tried to lead Jeremy to the car.

Jeremy then knew deep down that Michael didn’t believe him. Jeremy didn’t know why really, but he knew that Michael needed to know. Right now.

“I love you Michael.” He said stronger this time, instead of moving he gave the hand he was holding a squeeze as Michael stiff at the words once again. But he didn’t even let a beat pass.

“I know-”

“No Michael.” Jeremy pulled his hand away to take Michael’s shoulders and force him to look at him. He could almost see the fear, the holding-back, the hope in Michael’s eyes.

“I need you to know I love you. For real.” He said, not looking away from Michael’s eyes to prove that he wasn’t lying. He would never lie to Michael about this. Ever.

He could see the walls in Michael slowly crumble as he began to shake. He bit his lip as if he was trying to keep from letting out a sound. But as time grew, Jeremy never looking away from his eyes, trying to show all the love he could muster.

The shaking got worse and Jeremy bet if he bit his lip any harder it would’ve bled. The water then started to show in his eyes and Michael’s eyes showed this look of shock but amazement as he looked into Jeremy’s.

Michael then grabbed Jeremy’s arms as he then burst. Letting his mouth go, he let out a loud sob. His arms were shaking and big fat tears were rolling down his face.

Jeremy smiled, lifting his right arm to wipe the tears away. Then walking forward and tightly wrapping his arms around Michael. Placing Michael’s around his neck. Michael now crying into Jeremy’s sweater.

Jeremy kissed right below Michael’s ear before whispering the words again into Michael’s ear. Where in Michael then gripped Jeremy tighter to him.

“I-I lo-love yo-u too.” Michael quietly let out. Which caused Jeremy himself to let out a breathy laugh as his own tears spilled. Michael then repeated the words over and over.

They stood there, in the middle of a 7-11. Maybe some people would have preferred a moment like this at fancy hotel or somewhere private. But for them, after all the pain that happened before reaching this moment, it was worth it.

A RichJake Fanfic

‘Ow.’ was the first thing Rich thought when he woke up. ‘Fucking shit, that hurts.’ Was the next.

The next thing he thought was ‘What the fuck?’ when he saw the tubes connecting him to an oxygen bag. Then he saw the scars. The scars etched into his skin, reminding him of what happened. The scars that, he knew from the moment he saw them, would taunt him forever.

He expected a shock. One that would make him stand up straighter, make him open his eyes up more, make him smile. It never came.
He expected the voice in his head telling him ‘No Richard, that’s wrong.’ and ‘Do that Richard, not that.’ It wasn’t there anymore. All that was left was the occasional glitch.

He sat up. That was all he could do, lying in a hospital bed with no TV nearby, or phone. He blinked. It became apparent that no, the fire wasn’t a dream.

‘Oh fuck, what did I do?’ Was the last distinguishable thought that popped into his head. Then, they became a blur. ‘How much damage did I do?’ ‘Is everyone ok?’ ‘IS JAKE OK?’

“Oh my god, Rich is awake!” The voice broke him out of his approaching anxiety attack. Whipping his head around, (which he realised was a bad idea after feeling the pain from his settling scars) Rich realised that it was Jeremy Heere’s friend… he couldn’t remember the kid’s name, who was standing in the doorway.

“Hello? Rich? RICH?” The boy said as he ran over to him, flailing his arms infront of Rich’s face.

Rich came to his senses and slapped the boy’s hands away. “WHAT?!”

The boy rolled his eyes. There was a distinct pause as the boy silently scanned him. He then sighed. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

“No fucking clue.”

Another slightly sad sigh. “Michael Mell. Jeremy’s best friend.”

“Nithe to meet you.” Rich said, reaching out a heavily bandaged arm. ‘Oh shit.’ He then thought. ‘Oh holy fucking shit shrine.’

‘Oh god please no.’
“Have a lisp?”

Rich closed his eyes in exasperation. He had forgotten about that.

“No, I jutht like thaying eth'th like that.” He grunted, sarcasm dripping from his every word.

“Jeez, dude, stop getting so defensive.” Michael raised his eyebrows, put his hands up and stepped back in defeat.

“Jutht don’t… talk about it. Pleathe?” Rich stared Michael in the eye, almost threatening him to keep going. 

“Sure bro.” Michael replied casually, probably not even noticing the baleful glance.
“So…” Michael looked down, not wanting to ask the question that was lingering on his tongue, “why’d you do what you did?” He inquired tentatively.

“Don’t,” was the answer. Rich wasn’t even sure himself.

— a month later –

The TV was on. Rich had been moved to a more open room when the doctor’s found out that he was awake. They had told him that he was “Lucky to be alive,” and that they thought he was dead. He almost wished that were true.

He wasn’t paying attention the screen. Lights flickered from it onto the bromidic, white wall as some inaudible noise hummed in the background. Rich had no idea what the yelling woman was angry about, nor did he really care. He didn’t care about much these days.

Most of his friends had come to see him. He had found out, over the past month, that they were real friends.
He and Christine had become fast friends, geeking over the newest Broadway musicals. He had discovered that he had a certain soft spot for musical theatre.  
Chloe was one of his closest friends, which was a surprise to both of the two. They had never really liked each other before, by association. She was his best friend’s ex, he was her ex’s best friend. However, it had all been resolved and she had helped him to paint his nails (which was double as difficult, because they had to convince the doctors that no, Dr. Beck, it’s not secretly alcohol and no, Dr. Duke, we’re not going to stain the bedsheets) and he helped her through her Physics homework, which he had always had an affinity for.
Brooke was forever kind, constantly telling him that he’s not a crusty nerd that deserves to be in the gutter.
Jenna was constantly filling him in with the latest gossip (which he didn’t care much about but he humoured her anyway) and never failed to make him laugh with her own, slightly untrue, details.
Rich could share experiences with Jeremy, about Squips. They were each others’ support for things they knew no one else would understand.
Michael was his friend. There was nothing specific they had in common, but they were the comedic relief in the time that everyone needed it.

There was only one person that wasn’t there. Everyone knew it, but no one said a thing. It would just make their absence more prominent.

'Where are you, Jake? Why haven’t you come by?’

It was a thought that ran through Rich’s head everyday. That day, it was one of the only thoughts that was there.

'Do you hate me? I know I deserve it but I need to see you. Will you hate me even more if you see the mess I really am? Will you ever forgive me?’

His face was ever there in Rich’s mind. Every time he laughed, every time he broke down. Jake was constantly haunting him.

— two months later —

He was being let out soon. At least, that’s what he had overheard when he passed their table. All of them seemed so happy, so overjoyed. So… why wasn’t he?

Jake distanced himself as much as he could. He had tried to stick to normal life. To pretend that it never happened, to pretend that people like Jeremy, Christine, Chloe and Rich had never existed. It was just Jake Dillinger against the world, and he was fine with that. Of course, he wasn’t.
He wanted nothing but to be sitting there with them, celebrating the fact that his best frie- ex best friend was almost back from hospital. He had to keep reminding himself that Rich was his ex best friend. He had incinerated his entire house, for god’s sake! But as hard as he tried, he couldn’t be mad. Rich’s face kept popping up into his head. It wouldn’t go. Whenever he pretended to laugh with his popular friends, at something that wasn’t even funny, he would start to reminisce the times when that laugh wasn’t fake, when he would be cackling like a witch at something stupid Rich had said. Then he’d mentally slap himself for being stupid, and go back to daily life.

He wished it would be different. He wished he could muster up the courage to just go to the damn hospital. But he was too scared.

'Jake Dillinger, scared?’ A voice he knew all too well said in his head. 'Now that doesn’t sound the Jakey-D I know! C'mon bro, go get 'em!’ Rich’s words from his first football game as captain echoed in his ears.
They were fake. That wasn’t Rich. That was his Squip. He had never even known Rich. At least, that’s what a tiny, vexatious voice kept whispering every single time he was close to getting in his car and driving straight up to the hospital. But Jake knew. Jake knew that the real Rich was always there, that he did know the real Rich. He had to have known him, because he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t.

He was going to do it. Definitely. He just needed to… figure out how to not fuck up.

'God, this is much harder than I thought it would be.’ He thought.
'Let’s just fucking do it.’

And so Jake Dillinger cracked open the stiff, hospital door with his crutch, and saw him. He saw Richard Goranski, sitting on his creaky, $50 hospital mattress playing Mario Kart with Michael Mell. His grin was wider than Jake had ever seen it, and his hair was pushed back with sweat. He looked almost… hot. Jake then swiftly drew his crutch back, closing the door.

He took a deep breath. 'I can’t fucking do this. I should just… leave forever.’ He peered through the window of the door. Could he break such a happy, serene moment? Could he fucking buck up enough to do this?
'Yeah I fucking can!’ Jake thought, and so he slammed open the door with his crutch.

“I’ll fucking beat your ath, Michael!” Rich yelled as he revved his engine.
“Fucking try me hoe,” Michael challenged. They flashed each other grins as the race began. They were abruptly stopped however, when the ward’s door was slammed open, possibly scuffing the plain walls behind. The pair jumped in surprise, and swivelled their heads around until they could’ve been likened to owls. Standing in the doorway, with a nervous smile on his face, was the last person they could’ve expected.

Silence. For almost a solid minute, there was silence.

Then, it was broken. “Jake?”


So…. I did this? Just to be clear; I’m not a writer in any way. I did this at 12am on my phone and only wrote this because I ran out of richjake content and needed something, ANYTHING about richjake.

I don’t know if I’ll continue this. I probably will because I have no life, but I honestly have no clue. Also sorry about not having a cut…. ahahaha yeahhh I don’t know how to put one in. If anyone could tell me that would be great thanks!

If you want to get tagged in the next one then just ask! (Like anyone will want to read more of this trash but oh well I tried)

If you also have any ideas for a name that would be greeeaaat because I’m even worse at naming than I am at writing and that’s saying something also im accidentally taunting all of u expensive headphones shippers and im really sorry oops ahaha updated ao3 version:

manicfox  asked:

heyo sorry if im bothering or some junk stuff but could you show me how in the ever living heckle you manage to draw vanitas' hair bc i cant get it right no matter what 😢

tho i bullshit his hair 99% of the time because what is triangle head even doing with his style

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm new to BTS, discovered them when Not Today came out. I haven't fully caught up on previous eras, like I haven't read all the theories and details, and I'm a little confused about the next one. Like how does all of this work? Is there always a story to decipher? Is there a guide or explanation videos to follow somewhere? Thanks!

hi, hello!!! welcome to the fandom!!  🌸 🌸

so i know joining after the initial start of all this theory stuff is a little daunting, so i’ll try and break it down as best i can lol.  (warning: it ended up being a lot anyway oops)

also, if anyone who reads this wants to reblog and add something i missed, expand in your own words or add your own theory, please do so!!!

(theory’s and timeline under the cut)

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jimin *getting out of his room* : but my baby’s bd is near hyung … i want to show my endless love to him i can’t hide all the time .. you both told me you’d support me and we tried many times to stay away working and practcing .. and i cant post a selfie with him after all of this? *pouting*

jin : oh im sorry jimin ah i shouldnt have said this! im jst worried about you guys forgive your hyung ok?

namjoom : ofcourse you two are perfect we love you im so sorry chim just leave it i think the selfie is cute its fine you have my permission !

kook * later that night* : who would believe you are a devil disguised as an angel *panting*

chim : only you baby *doing laundery*

*you know what i mean*

squirrelstone  asked:

Could you please do Jazz+3 and Danny+41? Also why do I like seeing art of my dead gay son in positions that have the potential to get him deader?

im still workin on these I promise

also lemme just rl quick slide the headcanon past all of you that jazz is actually buff like bruh shes fighting ghosts shes def got a six pack


Character(s): Lee Taeyong

Genre: Fluffy stuff!!!

Word Count: 1,509

Summary: Stress is the only word you can think of to describe the week. In the midst of mocking the actions and noises of a zombie from a cliche movie, Taeyong drags you away in hopes of the only word being his name and how much joy and love it brings you.

Request: hi! sorry if im being annoying (im always asking you for stuff <3) but my birthday is soon and i was wondering if you could do a taeyong scenario in which or your v stressed bc of school and he tries to distract you by teaching you a dance fluffy or its like your anniversary and its kind of like flashbacks of how you two met like the confession first ‘i love u’ and such? thank you have a wonderful day! much love <3 - @kookiexdae (Hi! omG NO! You’re not being annoying at all!! I literally get 0 requests, so this is the first request in a week or two :P! Happy birthday by the waY!!!!!!! I also mixed it together slight, if that’s okay with you.)

Originally posted by nakamotens

The papers on your desk for the nth time flew away and onto the floor when you closed your large textbook with a thump. The gush of air knocked away even some pens, making you groan out in displeasure. Why did you wait last minute to do these assignments? You knew it’s be bad, yet you still decided to go on a date every day with Taeyong for two weeks. Since he had gotten a two week break, he wanted to spend all of his time with you. All that time with him was time spent away from hitting the books.

You literally hit your book in frustration.

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anonymous asked:

2 questions: What would you call an agender parent? Like a parent who uses they/them pronouns? Do you know any quality companies to buy binders from? That are good quality and safe?


so for the parents thing. Im honestly not too sure, i tried to look in to that but i could not find much, all I can think of is just Parent, or Guardian… Im sorry i couldnt help more with that but if you ever get an answer i would love know.

For binders i have heard GC2B is a really great brand and underworks is also pretty popular  (some people hate them some love them)

those are the two most common binder brands, but from what ive heard, gc2b binders are the best of the best

id recommend reading this link to give you more options

anonymous asked:

So... This may be out of bounds, but when I was really at my worst with my depression a friend gave me a suggestion of something I could do... And I was wondering if I could tell you the advice I got? Like I don't wanna preach at you, but it really helped me...

sorry!!!guys im rlly rlly slow at answering messages on all social media(i get v anxious) but i dont think ur preaching!this seems like itd work for others but sadly not for me but i appreciate ur help! 

HCS: The Host helping his S/O with anxiety

Requested? Yes!! Anon requests: Could I get The Host headcannons for easing his SO’s anxiety. Like how he would calm her down and help? Thank you so much! I love your stuff btw!

Fandom: Teamiplier (Mark)

Pairing: The Host x Reader

Warnings: S/O had anxiety so there will be mentions of the struggles that people with anxiety face.

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Dating Ginny Weasley Would Include...

Author: Me!

Pairing: Ginny Wealsey X Reader

Summary: Headcannons

Requested: Yes, “Hello! I saw that you take requests so I was wondering if you could do a ‘Would Include’ for maybe dating Ginny Weasley? Thank you so much! <3”

Word Count: 229

Warning: None?


Dating Ginny Weasley Would Include…

  • even if you are in Gryffindor things can get intense
  • To be honest you were very nervous to meet the family
  • even if you go to school with half of them
  • when you did meet them they all the brothers tried to be as scary as they could
  • but failed once they saw how nice you were
  • and how well you two get on
  • constantly checking each other out
  • fighting for attention
  • long hugs
  • HuGs in general
  • being the power couple of your year
  • having so many inside jokes sometimes someone would say a random word and be very confused on why you two were laughing
  • lots of blushing on both parts
  • lots of nicknames
  • being so happy
  • all the teachers ship it
  • some of them purposely paired you two up before you were dating
  • to hurry the process
  • they had bets on how long it would take
  • and boy did it take a long time
  • she got tired of waiting for a sign and just asked you out
  • having really cute dates
  • filling each other with self confidence
  • being each others rock
  • Molly and Arthur love you
  • spending holidays at the burrow quite regularly
  • teasing each other
  • in a loving way
  • helping each other with homework
  • study dates!!
  • long looks
  • soft kisses
  • cuddles all day everyday
  • loving each other forever

ky0ka  asked:

My sincerest apology if you are not taking drabble requests anymore and you can delete this if its true but maybe momo with angst 12?

This is gay and I’m not even sorry

Momo had been running, doing everything she could to just get away from all the noise and chaos and no matter how far she got it never felt like it was enough. She was a hero in training for gods sake, she had her license, she was on the cusp of graduation and still she couldn’t handle a room full of her parents well to do friends. Why was she so scared of being around those people?

She had only reached the bottom of the garden, it felt like she had made her mad dash hours ago when it had really been less than a few minutes. Some boy had tried testing the waters for setting up an engagement with her, she had no idea who the stuck up little prick thought he was and she sure enough had yelled that at him. Being friends with Bakugou sure had a way of rubbing off on her.She must have embarrassed her parents so much.

Once she was sure she was out of reach of anyone without a quirk short of teleportation she sat down on the edge of one of the fountains. This was a place that had always brought her great peace, others rarely found the lengthy walk from the mansion to be worth it for a few poxy roses and some fountains but this was just about her favourite place in the world. She was allowed to cry here. 

“Who did this? Who hurt you?”

Momo whipped around to face you, one of the waiting staff from the party. Instinctively she started to wipe her cheeks before she could feel any more ashamed, not noticing she was using her dress.

“Oh nono, please, Momo-chan. Here. I have a handkerchief. You don’t want to stain that lovely gown… I can leave if you like, I was only here for a break and then I heard you crying and I couldn’t just leave you like that because you’ve always been really nice and-”

As you continued to ramble she took the hanky you had offered. Now that she took a closer look at you you did seem familiar. You were the new girl that her parents had hired in as a favour to one of the senior staff; the one that kept making mistakes and she kept covering up for. She never understood why she didn’t take more time to talk to you before.

“Thank you,” her crying had now ceased, only a few sniffles left. She patted the seat beside her,”I don’t want to be alone right now… would you please stay.”

“You’d be doing me a huge favour. Who wants to be around that stuff bunch of prats when I could be kicking back with my cutest mistress- ACH. FORGET I JUST SAID THAT PLEASE!”

Momo couldn’t help but giggle, she quickly took your hand in hers to stop you from running off.

“I think you’re cute too, and I think you’re right about those people. Can you believe someone tried to propose an arranged marriage to me?”

“What? That’s stupid. I think I’d cry too if some stupid boy tried to marry me without even knowing anything about me. What’s wrong with rich people- fuck I did it again, I’m sorry.”

She tried to put on her sternest face but there was something about you that just made her smile; it was so easy to be herself around you. 

“Pfffft. You’re funny, _____. I think we should stick together from now on, there’s always strength in numbers and you could just be my personal maid.”

You found yourself blushing, you didn’t even know she knew your name and  being personal maid to one of the most gorgeous women you’d ever known sounded like a pretty sweet deal, plus she wasn’t as stuck up as the rest of the people you had to work with. 

Neither of you had let the others hand go yet and neither of you made the move to do so. 

“I think that would be nice, Yaoyorozu-sama,” you tried your best to speak with respect like the head butler had taught you to. 

“Me too… but call me Momo.

poisonjaam  asked:

I just tried to order from your shop and after putting in all ma deets it said "we couldn't process your orders right now" and just stayed on a loading symbol? I refreshed and tried again but the same thing happened, sorry if this isn't something you can help with but do you know how I can get my order through?!

im not sure, it could also just be storenvy itself being weird. try again later or try on a different browser? hopefully it’ll work!

the sand at the beach tonight is
melting under my feet; sunset and
sunrise and midnight in a breeze;
all the world’s a cocktail of wildflowers
and diamonds, sunbeams and
honey, love fluttering in the winds
like rose petals, like butterfly kisses,
like the way you smile, all sea salt
and forget-me-nots and blue in
the shades of eternity

forgive me, this all seems so very
fairytale, and we are much less than
happily ever after (or maybe we are more
than the stories could ever dream)
forgive me, i just wanted to map the
world upon your skin, the pacific
ebbing and flowing down your spine
and the atlantic a glow of sunlight
in your smile; the amazon bright on
your fingertips and the sahara buried
deep in your collarbone, a story
for our lonely starshine dreams

i think there are times when
even the northern lights
grow envious of the sea
—  treasure map nights
MC that’s Indian

Anonymous asked: hi!!!! i saw that your requests were open so i decided to drop one in for you ! i was wondering if you could do one where rfa and their s/o have a large Indian function to go to and they get all dressed up in the indian style clothing?? (im part indian and have a very large wedding to go to and i feel this would be cute to see tbh) thank you!

Followup: it would be clothing from India ! sorry for not being too clear !! hope it’s better for you 

i tried to be accurate as i could; so i apologize if anything is wrong, but i hope you enjoy!


  • Oh Yoosung
  • He tries to bring Lisa (the dog)
  • Thats it
  • Is kicked out
  • Just imagine
  • You’re in the ceremony and he’s just sitting outside
  • Poor bby


  • Tbh he seems better dressed than the groom
  • “C’mon, Princess, it’s important to outshine EVERYONE”
  • You’re actually the one who got the outfits made and designed
  • You both really do outside [family member and their new spouse]
  • “No hard feelings right?”
  • “None. None at all,” they smile tightly.
  • Ohhhh boy when you invited them to your wedding, they dressed to the nine’s
  • Nice try
  • You and Zen were blinding
  • Challenger defeated


  • Much of your family from India were rooting for your marriage, though you both could never get married in India, even though you wanted to
  • Though she was still in the “gals being pals” stage, she was beginning to open up about her sexuality
  • ANYWAY, you guys hold off romance for a while
  • Your tiny gay heart can’t take it anymore


  • Have a wedding? What? Silly MC, we’ve been married since I locked you in that cage
  • I want a divorce
  • (*〇□〇)……!
  • What? Why?


  • “Aren’t you taking me to the space station?”
  • “Let’s combine them. My friend had a Jewish-Catholic mix wedding.”
  • “OH, MC YOU’RE SO SMART!” he cooes
  • The only food there is that space food that comes in packages
  • What a weirdo
  • You’re actually in space for a couple weeks
  • Antigravity honeymoon  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


  • “Uggghhhh, MC, I need a photographer! All these guys are so expensive and the photos don’t even come out well!” Your [family member] screeched, exasperated. Their big wedding was coming up.
  • “I know a guy. Want me to call him? I’m sure he’d do it for free or at least a discount.”
    • Wow, MC, way to con your bf into doing things
  • “YOU DO?”
  • “Yeah! He’s a really famous photographer too!” You showed her some pictures V had taken a while back.
  • “You’re right. These are really good. You know, they look really familiar.”
  • “Haha what? No,” you laughed. They were a big fan of V’s work.
  • “Babe! Babe! Would you do me a huge favour please???”
  • Sigh. “What is it MC?”
  • “Pleasecanyoutakephotosatmy[familyname’s]weddingthatscomingup?”
  • “Yeah. Anything for you,” he nuzzles your nose
  • *Wedding start*
    • “MC! Did you bring Jihyun Kim?!”
    • “He said he’d take pictures!”
    • “Okay, but how do you know him???”
    • “Oh, he’s my boyfriend”


  • He’s not ready to have a wedding, but your [family member] is.
  • Your mom got you a sari just for the occasion, and you even got Saeran to agree to come along
  • He kind of stands in the back awkwardly
  • Usually, you’re mingling with family and friends
  • He’ll drag you to a corner and complain
  • “MC, is it over yet?”
  • “Not yet babe. Just be thankful [family member] didn’t want to have it for a week!”
  • He faints
  • “A wEEK?!!”
  • “Yeah…hey, if you come socialize for an hour or so, we can quietly sneak out. How does that sound?”
  • “Yes please” he squeaks out
  • You hold his hand. “Don’t worry, okay? If you feel too uncomfortable we can take a break.”
  • Ends up having a really fun time

anonymous asked:

aaaaAAA i love how you're portaying kiri and bak in ur fantasy au!! bakugou's little (but powerful) gestures to help kiri be more okay with himself, his refusal of kiri's self deprecation, his small blushes, etc are all so perfect!!! and then kiri has a lot of fears of people leaving him but he tries his darndest to hide them, but bakugou's trying to work through them and i'm like!!!! could this get any better?? sorry this was rambly but i adore how you draw kiribaku so well in any setting!!

aaaaa gosh dude, thanks!! i put a lot of myseld in these comics and im glad it’s coming through well!