this was surprisingly easy to do

anonymous asked:

Could you tell your uneducated followers, such as myself, some more about Ramadan? You're allowed to eat between sunset and sunrise, just not during the day? Are there rules about working during Ramadan if you have a job? Obviously some people can't take time off, but is it preferable to stay home with family? Do some countries, that you know of, recognize it as a holiday and give time off to Muslim citizens? Do you really fast everyday for the whole month!?

Sure. :)

From sunrise and sunset we can’t eat, drink, smoke or have sex. Obviously, if you live in a country with extremely long hours of sunlight it is a little different. 

You are allowed to go about your day as normal as possible. It is advisable to spend time with family and you should be focusing on strengthening your faith. 

Fasting is for those who are abled. 

If you are sick such as having the flu, have a health condition such a diabetes, old age, mental illness, being forced to do it against your will -‘compulsion’, experiencing intense hunger and/or thirst, you are travelling or you would face prosecution or experience fear due to fasting you may be exempt. People don’t fast while they are on their period (well, for good reason since that be incredibly uncomfortable), pregnant/breastfeeding (up to their discretion) and children are not required to fast (Some children do want try it out. I remember as a child I would get in the habit of fasting until midday as practice. Obviously it was not forced on me and I wanted to do it. Of course, parents need to be very watchful of their kids.)  

You can either make up the fasting days or if you have a long-term condition donate to charity. 

It is a festive time. We like to go out for special dinners, prepare special food and do more community activities. But most importantly the month is centred around helping the less fortunate. This is the time of year where we pay our yearly zakkat to the poor. A required amount of donations from your total earnings to someone in need. 

Fasting is suppose to teach patience, steadfastness and remind you of those who go hungry and thirsty. It is about controlling your desires. We do it the whole month- 29 or 30 days depending on the moon. 

Fasting shouldn’t be a distressing experience. For most people, fasting is relatively easy or just mildly uncomfortable. Most people report to feeling better during ramadan as it is good for the digestive system and lots of people actually gain weight surprisingly enough because they tend to have feasts at dinner. We eat two meals know as Suhoor in the morning and Iftaar at night. Water and dates are ‘sunnah’- Optional but a good habit- to have at both times as that is what the Prophet Muhammad (SA) use to do. 

Islam teaches that you must have a good breakfast before sunrise and that you break your fast as soon as it is sunset- it is forbidden to delay breaking your fast. It is not required to starve yourself at all. Healthy, abled people fast without any difficulties. It shouldn’t be at the cost of your health.

You are to prioritise your health and well-being. 

I live in Australia and nothing changes for me. I am not bothered by it because for me my life goes on as normal as fasting is not a difficulty. I went to a religious school for Primary School and High School so we had shorter days during ramadan. 

I am not aware of how it is practiced in Muslim countries. 

Thanks for your ask. Have a great day anon! 

I’m sorry, but I need to practice writing Anakin, for reasons, so have this.



“Ow,” Anakin muttered softly.

“Are you alright, sir?”

Anakin glanced up to find Rex sitting up and staring at him.

“I’m fine,” Anakin said. He pushed himself to his feet and looked around, “What happened?”

“I’m not sure,” Rex said, also standing up.  “We were walking through camp, and then we fell here.”

“Right,” Anakin said, he remembered.  They were discussing the day’s action while heading to the mess for food.  There had been a faint sense of alarm from Ahsoka, and then the Force had twisted into a knot and jerked.  He looked around, this place was oddly familiar.  The buildings were grey and uniform, but there was something about the city, it’s atmosphere, that told him he’d been there before.  It was dark, and there was a sense that it was closer to dawn than evening, and Anakin hoped that meant they’d pass unremarked until they figured out what was happening.

“Sir?”  Rex said.

Anakin glanced at his Captain, “We need to find out where we are.  This is definitely not where we started.”

“Clearly not,” Rex agreed.

Anakin slid off his robe and held it out to Rex, “Put that on, people will notice your face, but with the armor covered, they…”

“Might not realize what I am,” Rex said.

Anakin left him to the task, moving down the alley to where he could see the main street.  It was mostly deserted, so Anakin stepped out casually, hand palming his lightsaber to keep the metal from reflecting light and drawing attention.  They were at Treasure Ship Row in Corellia.

“I know where we are,” Anakin said, remembering a mission or two with Obi-Wan before the war, “this is Corellia.”  He glanced around at Rex, “But something doesn’t feel right.”

“What do you mean?” Rex asked.

Anakin glanced out, then lashed out, hauling Rex backward, “Get back and quiet,” he breathed.

Rex followed, making sure the robe he wore was covering all the white on his armor.

Two hooded figures walked past, stopping almost directly in front of them as Anakin eased behind a trash compactor, Rex a warm figure at his back.

“Master, are you sure this is where he said to meet him?”

The shorter of the pair pushed his hood back, revealing light hair that shown green and blue from the signs of the two buildings.  

“I’m quite sure, Anakin. Might I remind you that you promised not to complain about how early it was?”

“I’m deeply sorry, Master,” the taller figure said, also pushing his hood down.

Anakin felt Rex’s breath catch at the younger looking Anakin Skywalker, and reached back to tangle his hand on Rex’s hand to reassure him.

“Now,” Obi-Wan said, “there is the Dancing Twi’lek, which is where our contact works.  Mind your manners, Anakin, or we won’t learn what we need to know.”

“Yes Master,” Anakin said.

The pair raised their hoods and moved on.

Anakin hesitated a moment, he remembered this mission, and he knew why this alley was familiar.  “We need to move,” he told Rex, “now.  Freak out later.”

“Right,” Rex said softly.

They moved further into the alley to where it reached a smaller backroad.  Anakin considered it for a moment, then led Rex to the left, aiming for the space port.

“Sir, that was you,” Rex said after they’d gone about three blocks.

“Yes,” Anakin said.  “I was seventeen, and I’m about to shot for the first time in my life.”

“Shot?”  Rex said.  “Shouldn’t we do something?”

“I don’t think so,” Anakin said, “I think we’re better off getting out of Corellian space.”

“Why is that, sir?” Rex asked.

“Because I know who shot me,” Anakin said.  “And I think we’re best getting as far from those two as possible.”

“If you say so sir,” Rex said.  “Where will we go?”

“At the moment, all I can think is Coruscant,” Anakin replied after a moment, “if we’ve truly time traveled, surely there must be something the Council will know.”

“As you say,” Rex said after a moment.

They moved to the space port and Anakin found them a place where they could see the different ships available to them.  After a long moment, Rex whistled and pointed.

Anakin looked in the birth Rex indicated, “I do not believe it.”

“That’s,” Rex said.

“It sure is,” Anakin said. “Let’s get closer, I want to make sure.”

They slipped across the roof of the space port, carefully keeping their movements subtle until they were standing over their chosen ship.

“So,” Rex said.

“Should we?”  Anakin asked.

“We should,” Rex said.

Anakin reached out, but could find no observers before they slipped down and approached the ship. Rex went up the ramp first, with Anakin a cautious shadow.  It was surprisingly easy to hack the ship, Rex sliding fingers over the controls to bring up the engines before handing control over to Anakin while he had a chat with the Corellian Space Control.

They were off planet within an hour of their arrival, and heading for hyperspace when the comm chimed.

“Shit,” Anakin muttered.

“May I?”  Rex asked softly.

“Go ahead,” Anakin said.

The hologram that appeared over the comm unit was none other than Jango Fett.

“I’m not sure who you think you are,” Fett began.

Rex shifted so that his face was clear, “I’m sorry, Fett.  My Jetii and I are having a temporal emergency.  We have to get to Coruscant as soon as possible.”

“YOU,” Fett said.

“One of millions,” Rex agreed.

“What’s your designation?” Fett demanded.

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you that,” Rex said.

“Why is that?”  Fett asked.

The comm cut off as Anakin shot them into hyperspace.  He started laughing as soon as the computer confirmed they were away.

When you want to be a HYPERION code monkey or said code monkey’s body double, you need some kickin’ kicks for strolling around Helios or the cracked surface of Elpis! I love the design of Jack’s boots, so I couldn’t wait to make a pair of my own.

I started off with buying a pair of secondhand boots that carried the same silhouette of what I’m going for - calf length brown boots with a thick small heel and rounded toes. I found a decent pair, and once they arrived I cut off the overlapping layer thing they came with - and perfect! I patterned the piece that covers the heel, and cut it from craft foam in 5MM foam. When I was happy with the pieces, I scored the corners with an x-acto knife to allow them to bend as if they were rigid corners, and then began to prep them by giving them a few coats of PVA glue, and then two layers of spray paint primer.

For paint, I used store-bought acrylic! It’s excellent because it comes out so bright and can go on thick enough to show really well on dark plastic and leather. The first thing to paint was to add the white base layer for where the boots are Hyperion yellow. After a few coats of white, the yellow was built up in a few thin layers. Once I had the right yellow base painted on, the cell shading began! Using the reference photos I had on hand, I painted in the darker shadows, and then the highlights. After these were fully dry, I added the thin black layers of cell shading.

Jack’s boots have distinct buckles as well. I cut these out of the craft foam I used for the heels, and then scored them to bend the same as his do. I added a top layer of Wonderflex to strengthen them to a rigid shell that will mimic steel perfectly and heated it to fuse together. I added contact adhesive between the two layers to ensure a perfect seal, and let it dry. After that, I added a few coats of PVA glue, and then two layers of spray primer as well.

I handpainted the buckles using the reference photos I had on hand to be as close to screen accurate as possible, and then used contact adhesive to bond them perfectly to the boots. I did the same with the heel pieces, which I attached with contact adhesive before I’d painted them. I painted the heel pieces similar to the yellow detailing on the heel, white base layer, a few yellow layers with different highlights and shadows, and then black cell shading on top. The cell shading is the most important part of BORDERLANDS cosplays, and it’s surprisingly easy - if you have a reference picture, you can just copy it as is.

Once these pieces were added on, I had to do the bulk of the handpainting for the boots themselves. I started with the base layers - black, brown. And then I mixed a lighter shade to add the lighter lines where they belonged from the references. After that, I went to town on adding the shadows and highlights until it was as close as I could get. Lastly, the black cell-shading lines really made it pop.

Here was where I hit a bit of trouble. I didn’t test the spray sealer on the boots beforehand, and the Plastikote Satin spray I used had a bad reaction to the leather of the boots underneath the acrylic. Hard to predict when that’s going to happen, but it was a damn shame. The boots took on a weird scaly appearance that sadly needed to be sanded, rubbed with acrylic and fully removed. I had to re-paint the boot and then switched to thick, thick layers of PVA glue to seal it. The glue is an okay fix (in hindsight, I feel I should have used Mod Podge). but only because the boots are very rigid. If they had any give to them, the glue would peel right off.. but for these it worked just fine!

So, here they are, done and dusted and ready to kick moon scav ass!

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anonymous asked:

Can you do pynch for the ship thing please <3

YOU BET YOUR SWEET ASS I CAN 

(god FINALLY)

SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…

who is more likely to hurt the other?

I mean. Adam doesn’t usually get hurt by ronan so much as he gets annoyed. disappointed. pissed. He never lets ronan’s venom actually get to his veins, he’s too busy telling him how unnecessary the flash of fang is. ronan on the other hand. like. he’s easy to hurt. adam would never in his life want to hurt ronan (it’s his honest to god nightmare) but I think ronan works himself into such a despair at the smallest jealousies and perceived injustices that adam could make one careless comment and ronan would fixate on it

who is emotionally stronger?

ohhhh adam. it’s adam. He’s been dragging so much emotional rubble for so long that he’s built up a tolerance. strong is like The Most adam adjective that I can think of. ronan never had to get to adam’s level of detachment and dissociation bc the first 15 years of his life were gorgeous and easy, and he’s still growing into his protective shell. Adam had to be born in his

who is physically stronger?

it’s ronan tbH he has the upper body strength of a boxer and the broad shoulders of a lynch (but also adam has clever hands and muscular thighs from years of biking everywhere and he can handle himself)

who is more likely to break a bone? 

ouch. They’re both capital R Reckless when they’re together and they have some brutal years under their belts. adam has some poorly set knobbly fingers and ronan has an old snapped clavicle that took forever to heal and constantly bruised knuckles so like. idk. In the future, when adam parrish has escaped from his childhood prison, I’d like to think that they both get ugly minor injuries from doing joyful ramp and dolly and shopping cart type activities only

who knows best what to say to upset the other? 

surprisingly difficult question to answer bc I mean. It’s ronan. but is it? he systematically winds people up and adam is so deeply irritated by him that he straight up walks away, but also adam can be ice cold?? it’s so easy to get to ronan. They both fumble and call each other mean names when they want to compliment each other it’s a big mess

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument? 

holy shit would you believe neither??? the most stubborn humans on this earth!! record holders!! we got some emotional repression folks! hooooo boy

adam never starts arguments for no reason so he’s always thinking it through and coming to the conclusion that he’s in the right?? surprise he ain’t apologizing

meanwhile ronan can’t stop being cruel even though he knows it’s hurting people, it’s this vicious self-protective instinct that hurts so good and so wrong. and then his pride gets in the way once he’s cooled down. but he will come to st agnes on his knees and grab adam’s hand and try to make it clear that he’d step on his own pride on the way to adam’s door

who treats who’s wounds more often? 

sad & unfortunate :(( adam treats ronan’s solely bc ronan doesn’t know how the fuck to treat an injury and also ‘none of them wanted to hurt adam parrish’, so ronan’s got his stupid pointless anger related scrapes and adam’s got his anti-bacterial gel and they are a dream team

who is in constant need of comfort? 

neither of them come out on top here man. They’ve had some shared harrowing experiences, and some separate trauma that they’re trying to tell each other about (if their stories could just stop. sticking. when they try to say them out loud). in v different ways, neither of their families are families. Ronan doesn’t let himself fall asleep, and he doesn’t let himself go through things, and the repression starts to calcify into cruelty like it did right after his father died. adam can’t stop thinking about gansey on the roadside, and he can’t be touched some days, most days. he can’t stop swimming or he’ll die. He can’t keep swimming or he’ll die. The gangsey is a critical support system made of so many weak beams

who gets more jealous? 

are u fucking serious,,, it’s both of them pal. remember when every combination of his friends that didn’t include him made adam like. sick with jealousy. remember when ronan saw gansey talking on the phone with adam and wanted to put his hand through a wall. or when adam brought blue along on their quest and he spouted nasty shit the whole day. they both deeply want each others attention and they don’t seem to realize that they already have it? always?

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? 

ohh god. oh man. oh boy. Here’s the thing. adam’s gonna walk away from ronan, but he’s not gonna walk OUT on him. he’s going to walk away because he’s not on a leash, he’s gonna spread those beautiful fucking self-made wings. And ronan is too!! in his own time he’s gonna build his own spaces that aren’t the barns and he’s going to realize what home means to him and they’re both gonna walk out the door and back but never close it behind them

who will propose? 

a controversial topic! I’m on team adam for this one pals. I was on team ‘adam’s gonna kiss ronan first’ for a while before trk like a FOOL and I realized the error of my ways bc ronan is physical as fuck! and a risk-taker! of course he kissed adam smh. But a proposal? That’s a contract. That’s a speech. That’s a chess move. Ronan wouldn’t corner adam like that. Adam knows how ronan feels and more importantly he knows how HE feels himself, and I think one day ten years into their relationship the practicalities are gonna beckon and he’s gonna look ronan in the back of the head while he’s sleeping and roll over into the curve of his spine and tell him he wants a ring on his finger 

who has the most difficult parents?

omg… fuck off

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? 

tactile bastards! both of them! ronan especially wants adam’s hands…., any which way he can get them. I mean. He will kiss adam’s hands when they’re at dinner at nino’s and he’ll hook their fingers together even for the 20 second walk from the BMW to monmouth’s front door like he LIVES FOR IT (adam feels nervy and exhilarated every time it’s gay)

who comes up for the other all the time? 

i mean they’re always together so they don’t really bring each other up. if they’re not together they’re with gansey/blue/henry or even fox way babes/vancouver crowd etc and those ppl get real tired of it real quick. adam usually keeps his ronan related musings to himself though like he has self-control unlike… R.N.L. himself

who hogs the blankets? 

ronan does tbh adam has never hogged anything in his life and ronan is a shit

who gets more sad? 

an unfair Q, man. They’ve both had a super rough time, especially right post-trk?? those few months are hard. Ronan cries a lot. Adam gets numb and far away a lot. They have a lot to be sad about. (But more to be happy about. They made it. They honestly just stare at each other and laugh breathlessly and touch foreheads and hands and scars and can’t believe their luck)

who is better at cheering the other up? 

I sorta said this with ronsey but I think ronan is THE BEST at doing dumb shit to take his mind off of things. Like all that stuff about making adam quiet and turning off the lists and anxieties in his head so that they can do smth mindless and dangerous? yeah that. memes and songs and poor decisions. depression whom?

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

this never happens wtf they’re not really ‘playful slappers’ HOWEVER adam will glare at ronan so hard that it probably feels like a slap

who is more streetwise?

it reeeeally depends on your definition of streetwise?? Like if we’re talking survival it’s unquestionably adam. He can fix your car and bandage your wounds and figure out your taxes and make himself invisible and blend his accent into whoever’s around him. He’s wicked sharp and fast on his feet. But i mean. he can’t quite drive stick. and he wouldn’t be caught dead in the sort of underground that ronan ends up in. ronan is streetwise in terms of the actual street, and he knows the most brutal avenues a person can end up on, the real life nightmares that feel closest to the ones in his head. Ronan is smart enough to navigate the chaos, but adam is smart enough to avoid it altogether

who is more wise?

adam. easily. ronan is intelligent and instinctive and talented (or adam wouldn’t get him as well as he does) but adam is a genius and that look behind his eyes….. he’s lived about 1 billion times more than he should’ve by age 19

who’s the shyest? 

neither of them are shy exactly they’re just buried under 9 surface level personalities that you have to crack open with your bare fuckin hands

but if you met either of them in the hallowed halls of aglionby you would think adam was shy and ronan was a rampant fuckwad so based on appearance?? adam. he keeps his head down.

who boasts about the other more? 

as soon as adam is officially his bf ronan takes a ten year long victory lap he’s so embarrassing

who sits on who’s lap?

y’all. we all know ronan sits in adam’s. it’s a fact of life. he probably had a sexy dream about it when he was 17 and took his morning shower in holy water

Is this real?

Simon gets the surprise of his life when his roommate, Baz, asks him to pretend to be his boyfriend. Everything is going according to plan until the line of what’s real and what isn’t starts to blur, and they both have to make a decision.

For @snowbaz-feda

Also many thanks to @eroticgropefest for the beta!!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7]


Part 3 - How we fit together

Simon

According to Baz, all we needed to do to convince everyone was: have lunch together, hold hands, wait for each other after classes and just keep looking at each other. And everyone bought it, just like he said they would.

It’s been a few weeks since this whole fake relationship started, and It’s weird how easy it is, to have him near me all the time, always touching me in some way. Surprisingly I think Baz would be a good boyfriend, if this was real.

We often come to the library together, like today. It’s funny how Penny just bonded with him instantly, will he still be friends with her when this is all over?

Baz starts gathering his things, I know he has violin classes today. “See you later, ” he tells us, and kisses me on the neck before getting up.

From time to time he kisses my cheek, or my neck. I should probably not let him near my neck since he’s a vampire, but he never did bite me in all these years, so I don’t think he’ll do it now.

The first time he did it, I wasn’t expecting it, so I just stared at him until he rolled his eyes. I was never kissed like that, maybe it’s because he’s a boy, or because he doesn’t like me. But it always feels like it means something.

Whenever he does this sort of thing in front of Penny, it makes her happy for some reason. I want to ask her why.

“Stop looking at me like that, it’s embarrassing” I tell her instead.

“What do you mean Simon?” she whispers.

“You know what I mean.. It’s just a kiss” and it’s only on the neck, Baz hasn’t kissed me on my mouth yet, will he do it sometime? Will I let him? Will it be different than the few kisses that I shared with Agatha? Everything else feels different with Baz. I need to stop thinking about this.

“Sorry I can’t help it, I’m just happy that you finally found someone that you actually want to be with.“ she tells me, and I wonder what would she think if I tell her the truth.

It scares me out how easily me and Baz do this, how we fit together and how all of it it’s fake.


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Cholla

This plant is just pure pain. It grows everywhere in the Mojave and has a woody base like a tree and then branches out into several bulbs that are spike as all hell. 

It’s spines are barbed so they are a bitch and a half to get out of and every once in awhile you can find an animal stuck to it or walking around with Cholla heads in it. 

There are several different species and surprisingly some animals do seem to live just fine in it but well.. don’t go grabbing this or falling into it. 

The relentless barbs dig deeper the more you struggle and the only way to remove them is to pull them all the way out. 

It’s worse than Prickly Pear or just about anything else out here because it is so prevalent all over the place. It’s pretty easy to loose your footing and stumble into a tree or two. 

The wood itself though is unique in how it grows and when it’s dried it has this beautiful lattice pattern that is used for aquariums, rain sticks and knife handles. It also grows to a decent diameter. 

Cholla wood is pretty damn interesting to work with and is fairly durable. Most handles have epoxy on them to fill in the spots and it takes well to sanding. 

Just another resource out there that is designed to do a lot of damage to you. 

Not Quite

Not Quite 
Rated: Mature
[Monster Woo helps you find an alternative to your frustrations]

You knew a quick fix to your problem.

It was a really simple and easy thing to do, to diffuse your situation. And having a boyfriend as willing and sensual as Young Woo you would think this wouldn’t be a problem at all. But sex was intimidating. Imagine going your entire life not doing something but always having this built anticipation for it. It was terrifying.

Maybe that wasn’t the right word? You weren’t scared of having sex, you just weren’t ready… And it wasn’t that you didn’t do anything…You just didn’t do everything.

Your boyfriend was surprisingly understanding of your apprehensions. He was a bit older and much more experienced but he never pushed. He’d let you go at your own pace. Whenever you’d test your boundaries he’d welcomed it. The downside was dating someone as attractive as him lead to a lot of unexplainable pent up frustration.

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Past Lena was a dick.  That was all she could say right now.  The early morning sun was blasting through the opened curtains that she’d been far too preoccupied to close the night before.  She growled, burying her face in Kara’s hair in an attempt to ward off her hangover.  

Kara let out a soft whine, dragging Lena in close.  “Stop moving.”

 “Don’t tell me what to do Danvers…”

Lena watched one of Kara’s blue eyes open and fixate on her, “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll revoke that.”

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Cherry Flavor

(Or read on ao3.)

“Hey, do you um…need a ride?” Connor looked up at the nervous, messy haired boy with a cast on his arm. He took a long sip of his cherry slushee and realized he’d reached the bottom of the cup. He slurped up the last of the artificial syrup and sighed.

“You’re Evan Hansen aren’t you?” He said, evading the question. He’d seen him gawking at his sister during jazz band concerts.

“And you’re Connor Murphy,” he replied. “It’s late.”

Connor was sitting on the curb, shivering in his thin hoodie. In hindsight he probably should have gotten a hot chocolate but he liked the way the cherry stained his mouth.

“Thanks Captain Obvious,” he sneered.

Evan seemed to shrink from him. “So you don’t need a ride or…?”

“Can we just go for a drive Hansen? I’m still kinda high and my parents are pissed off enough as it is.”

“I…um, sure,” he said. Connor got up.

“Do you want a slushee? I’ll buy you one.”

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Kill Them With Kindness (or something like that)

For @craniumhurricane!! Happy Birthday, dear! Hope it’s a great one :)

ao3


Clarke can pinpoint the moment she realized subletting Miller’s room over the summer was a bad idea, and it’s the moment she gets woken up at five in the morning to the sound of someone singing in the shower.

And by someone, she means one Bellamy Blake.

It’s not so much singing as it is humming along to the radio and chiming in when he can guess the end of a phrase, but he’s enthusiastic and loud and obnoxiously awake for such an early morning.

She groans and pounds on the wall with the flat of her hand and he pauses, but it’s only a moment later that he’s cranking the volume up.

Obscenities spill from her lips as she drags herself out of bed and over to her dresser. It’s been less than one week of antagonizing each other and she’s already over it. Over him purposefully leaving the toilet seat up, over his derision when she tries to make conversation, over the energy it takes to argue with him constantly (because there’s no way she’s backing down).

She’s starting to wonder if job experience is really worth the hassle of rooming with Bellamy. As an intern, she’s underpaid and overworked, and often wants nothing more at the end of a long day than to come home and relax. She guesses the one perk is that if she gets to the office early enough she can catch a quick nap. Or at least get away from the asshole one door down the hall.

But of course, he catches her while she’s waiting for her coffee to finish brewing, ambling into the kitchen like he owns the place. Which he does not; Clarke is paying fifty percent rent, per her agreement with Nate. She has just as much right to be here as he does and she’s not about to let him run her out.

“Morning, Princess.”

She glares, which only serves to deepen Bellamy’s smirk. “Morning, Shakira.”

“It was Rihanna, thanks,” he says lightly, reaching around her and swiping the coffee before it’s even done trickling out of the Keurig.

“Hey, that’s mine,” she sputters, reaching for the mug. He jerks it out of reach, but the scalding liquid sloshes over the side and down the sleeve of his white dress shirt.

“Dammit!”

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Imagine Loving Castiel

Castiel X Reader

Love was.. complicated. You’d never had good luck when it came to love. Hell, you didn’t even think about love anymore. That was, until Castiel came into your life. He was a literal angel, but to you, he was just Cas. Beautiful, sensitive, perfect Cas. 

“(Y/n),” Cas sat down on the couch beside you, watching you read your book. “I have a question.”

“I may have an answer.” You glanced up to see his brows furrowed and eyes curiously raking over your face. 

“What is love to you?” Well, that is a rather tough question. You put your book down and looked up at the ceiling. 

“Hm.” You hummed. You’d never really thought about what love meant to you. You knew it was supposed to be important. You knew you felt it, but could you explain it? “Love is.. innocent.” You tried. “It makes your heart swell, your mind feel fuzzy, and your stomach feel like there are a million butterflies dancing inside.” You imagined the first time you ever met Castiel. “Love is something you never see coming, something you thought you knew, but turns out, it was just waiting for you. I guess love is just a chance to be truly happy.” You looked back at Cas and saw the interest on his face. “Sorry, I guess I rambled a bit, didn’t I?” You smiled, pulling your book back up.  

“(Y/n), are you happy?” He asked. 

“Your questions today are very deep.” You laughed a bit. “Um, I think so. I’m happy when I’m with you. I’m happy when I’m with Sam and Dean. You guys make me happy.“ 

"How come you don’t categorize me with the Winchester’s?” Cas was stating to pry. He was looking for something specific here and that made you uneasy. 

“Are you feeling okay, Cas?" 

"I- Yes. I’m just curious about you; about us.” He shifted next to you.

“What about us?” You closed your book at this. 

“You said love is innocent. Neither of us are innocent beings, does that mean we cannot find love?" 

"Love is innocent in itself. Does that make sense? Two people who have done terrible things can find each other and still share something innocent.” You explained. It was surprisingly easy to explain what love is. Years ago, you would have just said you didn’t know, but now, you think you have a clear idea. “Do you think you love someone, Cas?" 

He nodded his head, looking down at his clasped hands. 

"And you want to tell them?" 

"Very much.” Castiel’s cheeks were growing pinker by the second. Your curiosity was getting the better of you. 

“What’s stopping you?” You inched closer.

“She.. I don’t know if she loves me too.” He shook his head, glancing over at you with worried eyes. “It would be an honor to be loved by someone as celestial as she.” He watched the way your eyes trailed over his face and he saw it then. Maybe you could love him. “Someone as radiant as you..” His eyes found yours and he couldn’t miss the spark within them and then, your lips were on his.

“Love is easy with you.”

Imagine being in a car with Frank

You leaned back into the driver’s seat, waiting as instructed. Your sighed out of boredom and reached down under your thigh, nestled between the jeans you wore and the seat was your gun.

Your smile disappeared when the the door leading into the building burst open. A hard looking man in a black coat and blue cap approached the car with a black duffel bag, he hesitated for a moment.

“Frank, right? You getting in or what?” You leaned over to the passenger door and swung it opened. The man looked around before getting in.

“So the plan hasn’t changed? Same location?” You asked starting the car up and reviving the engine.

“Yes, ma’am.”

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♡  - pretend to be in a relationship (w/ fratboy!jin)
i remember this is for @versigny i love you bby i hope you like it <333

To say you were excited to attend this “party for the elite” was nowhere near Seokjin’s expectations because you should’ve known Seokjin’s ass would pull a trick like this on you (but it’s not exactly a trick if you never fell for it in the first place). So when you show up at his dorm with a black tee with a pair of jeans, he looks a tad disappointed. Deep down, however, not really when Seokjin secretly lives for anything you wear that appear to be so simple but so fucking good on you. 

“Didn’t you get the memo?” He pouts, leaning against the doorframe, blocking your access with his strong build and cockiness pulling the corners of his lips, “I said fancy,

With a snort, you push him in to invite yourself to the real party; familiar faces all around but not quite where you’d go up for a conversation, overrated music playing in the back and the smell of cheap alcohol already being ripped into the atmosphere with a heavy amount of weed that’s not up to what you like. Seokjin follows closely behind you when he knows how his mates could be at the sight of a gem - “Wow, Y/N. Simple, but you look hot as fuck.”

“Here’s a seat, on my lap,”

“You thirsty, Y/N? Because I’m parched.”

See, Kim Seokjin called it, folks.“Watch it, boys,” You coo, the same time Seokjin’s arm slings around your waist as an indirect statement you’re off the shelf of being single. He goes beyond that to bury his face in your neck, mumbling a soft insult directed to the couple of guys who… gave a compliment in a way that riles him inside out, testing his patience until it’s off the radar and into the fire of rage. Seokjin was capable of feeling that and more.

“Hey, this is a party in your dorm and you’re already being a sour sport?”

“You’re right,” He gives in too soon, too soon for your - “How about a kiss?”

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re·al·i·za·tion

noun

The moment of sudden clarity when feelings are finally recognized, or are made aware for the first time.

It hit you on a Wednesday evening while you were at the gym as per usual. School was killing you, but you were determined to stick with your workout schedule, even if it meant sleeping an hour less or watching one less episode of your current favorite kdrama. Just exactly why were you so passionate about working out?

Ding!

[7:33PM] Jeon: If you’re not here in 5 minutes then YOU owe ME all you can eat KBBQ. 

Ding! 

[7:33PM] Jeon: AND ice cream.

It was as simple as that – you just couldn’t, wouldn’t, lose this bet with Jeon Jungkook. 

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anonymous asked:

how would fukuzawa, yosano, dazai, atsushi, chuuya, akutagawa, and koyou react if they are suddenly 'attacked' by their s/o, who jumps at them and starts peppering them with kisses?

Fukuzawa Yukichi

  • Never in a million years can you sneak up on Fukuzawa, no matter how hard you try. From the moment he comes within fifteen feet of you, he’ll notice you tucked away in your hiding spot, waiting for him. He’s puzzled, and doesn’t quite know if he should call you out or not, so he simply stares at you quizzically until you decide to strike.
  • When you spring at him, Fukuzawa’s even more confused. A single eyebrow rises as you mount your attack, and he watches you, unsure if he should even as what you’re up to. When you reach him, though, and begin assaulting him with kisses he immediately catches on to your purpose. A satisfied smile stretches across his face as you speckle his skin, lips trailing every inch of his face. After a few moments he lets out a laugh.
  • Without warning, Fukuzawa suddenly flips the tables and sweeps you up into his arms, squishing you in a gigantic, tight hug. He chuckles as you squirm in his grip, but holds firm. Fukuzawa plants a few kisses of his own across your cheeks before setting you down, satisfied. He would never say something so dreadfully cliche out loud, but he’s thankful that he managed to find someone as energetic as you. You spirit helps him feel as though he doesn’t have quite so many years hanging heavy on his shoulders (he may not be all that old yet, but some days, he definitely feels like it).
  • After you’re safely on the ground again, Fukuzawa captures your chin between his thumb and forefinger and tugs you into a deep kiss. Slowly, he massages your lips with his own, pulling you into pure bliss with his teeth and tongue. Where kissing’s involved, Fukuzawa’s hard to beat, and it’s going to take a lot more than a simple surprise attack to one-up him.

Yosano Akiko

  • If there’s anyone that gets wrapped up in their work, it’s Yosano Akiko. Sneaking up on her is no big task, especially if she’s engrossed in paperwork, or perhaps a novel she’s been reading lately. All you need to do is lie in wait until she’s focused on something, and you’re practically guaranteed a successful surprise attack.
  • After you’ve pounced on her, Yosano simply laughs, setting aside whatever was occupying her to fully concentrate on you. Once you’ve pulled her away from something, there’s no escaping her notice; she’s 100%, completely focused on you now. You can’t slip away from Yosano even if you want to.
  • Yosano wraps her arms around you, looping them underneath yours so that your hands still have free range as she holds you. She plants one chaste peck on your lips before pulling back in a silent command to proceed. Yosano remains in your grips, basking in the affection you’re showering her with. No kisses will ever be enough to satiate her voracious appetite for your love, but as long as your lips keep ghosting across her skin, she’s temporarily satisfied. Giggles bubble out of her chest as she threads her hands through your hair, tugging you closer to her skin if she thinks you’re not keeping a fast enough fast.
  • When you’re through, pulling back in an attempt to halt the kiss attack, Yosano immediate grabs for you, tugging your face to be about a breath from hers. “I didn’t say you could stop,” she points out, voice somewhere between a purr and a whine. Be prepared to be showering Yosano with kissses for hours, if you ambush her; she won’t let you go free until she’s satisfied, and that may take a long time.

Dazai Osamu

  • If you think you can surprise Dazai, you’ve got another thing coming. From the moment the idea entered your head to attack the man, he’s had an inkling that a plot’s spinning around in your head. While Dazai’s curiosity prods him to confront you, he also wants the surprise to be genuine. Thus, even though he expects some kind of trick from you, Dazai still lets your sneaking around carry on uninterrupted. 
  • Dazai’s nothing if not an actor; even though he knew something was up, he acts completely surprised when you pounce on him. Flailing wildly, Dazai yelps, pretending like he’s stuck in a life-or-death battle. “Kunikida, Atsushi, someone!” He cries out, grin spread wide across his face as he lets you blanket his skin in kisses. “Help me! I’ve been trapped by a wily vixen!” Dazai falls to the ground, laughter bubbling out as you sprinkle kisses all over his cheeks. 
  • “I won’t go down without a fight!” Dazai proclaims. Suddenly, his fingers dive into your sides, tickling furiously. It’s not the first time he’s used such dirty tactics, and it probably won’t be the last! Dazai tickles you mercilessly until you’re both rolling on the floor, tears leaking out from all the laughter.
  • Whether you win this battle or not all depends on if you keep kissing Dazai. If you dodge his wiggling fingers enough to keep peppering his face, or if you start tickling him back, he’ll cave within five minutes. “I’ve been vanquished…” Dazai laments, sitting up to plant a kiss of his own on your nose. “I’m truly no match for you, my darling __________.”

Nakajima Atsushi

  • If Atsushi’s wrapped in what he’s doing, slipping into your hiding place and springing out on him is nearly effortless. He’s completely oblivious to your presence until your arms suddenly twist around him, mischief in your eyes and a grin spread across your face. He’s nearly thrown off balance and almost topples to the ground, but Atsushi doesn’t care. He’s already smiling (albeit a bit nervously) before you even plant your lips on him.
  • The moment you start spreading kisses here-there-and-everywhere all over Atsushi’s face, a crayon-pink blush explodes across his cheeks under your lips. He explodes into a fit of adorable giggles, throwing his arms out before wrapping them around you in a tight hug. Atsushi squirms under the volley of smooches; he’s ridiculously ticklish, and the fact that you’re simply not letting up isn’t helping anything!
  • As long as nobody else is watching you, Atsushi inevitably catches your kissing bug and soon returns a few pecks of his own.  His arms playfully tighten around you so that you’re trapped, and then he starts lightly peppering kisses along your cheekbones in between the little smooches from you. Soon a competition’s raging between you; who can kiss the other the most without being interrupted by a kiss?  
  • If anyone else is around, Atsushi soon grows too embarrassed by your little shower of affection and buries his face in your neck, laughing. He giggles out a breathless “Stop! Truce, truce, I submit!”. Honestly, though, Atsushi doesn’t really want you to knock it off. He’s perfectly content if you ignore his pleas, and go on splattering kisses across his skin.

Nakahara Chuuya

  • Catching Chuuya unawares is a truly difficult task, but if you’re truly commited, you can sneak up on him if he’s on the middle of some important paperwork or something of that nature. He sees you coming before you reach him, naturally, but he stays still, letting you pounce on him without a fuss, even if he’s a bit confused.
  • As soon as your lips start hitting his skin in light little kisses, Chuuya’s face breaks out in a grin as his arms wrap around you. You’re just so cute, he can’t handle it! A laugh rumbles out of Chuuya’s chest as he stands still for a few beats, just appreciating this sudden burst of affection.
  • Chuuya, though, is never one to be outdone, even by you. He doesn’t let you smother his skin for long before his arms shift and he’s suddenly sweeping you off your feet, his strong arms capturing you so that you can’t resist. As soon as you’re pinned in his grasp, comfortably encircled in his arms, Chuuya turns the tables.
  • Chuuya peppers you with kisses instead, a grin plastered against his face as his lips travel all over your skin, attacking here and there until you’re a blushing, giggling mess. He does relish affection, to be sure; but with things like this, why receive when you can give? Chuuya loves to get your face flushed and laughter bubbling from your chest, and he’ll do anything to make you smile.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

  • For how guarded Akutagawa is, pouncing on him from the shadows in a sneak attack is surprisingly easy. Dealing with him afterward is the tricky part. When your arms clasp around him, intending to pull him into sweet little kisses, he immediately tenses. Akutagawa’s attack mode flips on instantly, and it’s a good thing you’re planting your lips on the back of his neck, because otherwise Rashomon might’ve skewered you. The only thing that saves you from a self-defending smack is the fact that Akutagawa recognizes you’re the only person that would dare kiss him.
  • Sighing, Akutagawa turns to face you, the tiniest of carnation pink blushes blooming across his face as you lean to splatter kisses across his cheeks. After you’ve thoroughly covered his face, he sends you a glare (there’s no real heat in it, of course; Akutagawa’s just upset that you could’ve been hurt by catching him off guard). “You know I don’t appreciate surprises,” he grumps, though he doesn’t push you away. He immediately panics when he notices your face fall, obviously hurt by his words. “I suppose, though, this one’s fine…” Akutagawa trails off before deciding he can’t just leave you crestfallen and without kisses.
  • Tipping your face to his, Akutagawa sweeps his lips over yours, settling once you’re firmly comfortable in his arms. He lavishes affection across your mouth, teeth and tongue slowly working against yours as you melt into his grip. Akutagawa cuts it off when you’re both out of breath and have entirely forgotten his less-than-thrilling reaction to your surprise kiss attack. “Next time,” he requests, planting a tiny kiss on your nose for good measure, “warn me, and I promise I’ll enjoy every kiss you give.” With that, Akutagawa’s back to his business like nothing ever happened.

Ozaki Kouyou

  • Nobody sneaks up on Kouyou; no matter how hard you try, you’ll never be able to spring a surprise attack on this woman. From the moment you get positioned, Kouyou’s entirely aware where you are. She knows you’re up to something, even if she’s not sure what. Kouyou won’t call you out; your antics intruige her too much for her to ask you just what you’re up to. She simply waits, side-eyeing you, until you make your move. 
  • “My, you’re excitable today,” Kouyou chuckles as you spring your attack, peppering kisses up and down her skin. Usually, she’s not one for bubbly displays of affection, but when you’re wound up, she can’t help but catch a bit of your vivacity. 
  • Kouyou lets you smother her in light kisses for awhile, leaning into you. Gently wrapping her arms around your waist, she simply basks in your presence, a tiny smile flirting with the edges of her lips.
  • Eventually, Kouyou grows restless with your sweet display. Catching your chin between her thumb and forefinger, she halts you mid-kiss. “Now, my dear, you know you shouldn’t be so teasing for such a long time,” she purrs, tugging you flush against her. Pulling your face to hers, Kouyou plants her soft lips gently against yours, slowing shifting against your skin. Slowly but surely, she takes control of the kiss, letting her tongue slip out to taunt your mouth. Kouyou doesn’t mind sweetness, and she’ll accept any affection from you; just don’t be surprised when she pulls you down into something deeper, shifting the mood from lighthearted to sensual in a few expert moves.

anonymous asked:

I'm curious. What would happen if Delirious tricked someone into letting him out while Evan was on break?

I feel like this would end up happening. Enjoy!

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Delirious walked down the hallway carefully, making sure he wasn’t spotted. “Where is that damn break room,” he mumbled to himself.

‘It’s on the right.’

“No, the right’s the bathroom. Remember what Ohm said?”

‘Maybe if you had brought Ohm this wouldn’t be a problem.’

“I may talk to him, but I sure as hell won’t be letting him out.”

‘Why not?’

“Cause. He’s gonna interrupt my search for Evan.”

‘How?’

“Just shut it, will ya?”

The voice stopped, but the other voices kept talking, telling him where to go. Eventually, he found it, and there Evan was, getting a snack out of the vending machine. Delirious grinned when he saw that Evan was alone.

He silently walked in, shutting the door quietly behind him and locking it. He snuck up behind Evan and engulfed him into a hug. “Surprise! Guess who got out to visit you?”

Evan froze in his spot. Delirious giggled and turned Evan around. Evan had a look of surprise and fear written on his face. Delirious just laughed and gave him a big kiss on the lips. “I’ve missed you so much,” he cooed with a grin. Evan got out of his grasp and ran for the door, gasping in surprise when it didn’t open. “What, did you not want to see me? How rude,” Delirious said in a sad tone.

“How- how did you-”

“One of your interns is surprisingly easy to manipulate. You should probably fire her,” he giggled.

'Quick, now’s your chance!’

“Chance? Chance for what?” He asked, looking else where in the room.

'You can kill him! Go for it! He’s defenseless!’

Delirious frowned. “Kill him? Why would I kill him? I like him, I’m not gonna kill him.”

Evan stared at Delirious as if he was even more insane than usual.

'What do you mean 'you like him’? Just do it!’

“I’m not gonna do it.”

'But-’

“I said, I’M NOT GONNA DO IT.”

The voice became quiet. So did the others. Delirious looked back at Evan, who had backed himself into the wall. He grinned, and moved towards Evan. “So, where were we?”

Evan didn’t reply; he only stared at Delirious. Delirious looked around the room, finding the drawers with colors onto it. Delirious smiled and moved towards it.

The drawer was filled with different paints; it was for the patients who were calm enough to handle it. Delirious’ smile widened as he grabbed some of the colors. “Hey, Evan! Mind helping me with some of the colors?”

Evan still didn’t respond, as he was too busy trying to open the door. Somehow it was stuck closed.

Delirious laughed and pulled Evan back to the table, sitting him down in one of the chairs. He pulled the chair with Evan close to one of the mirrors there and held him with one hand while the other put the paint on his face.

Soon he was done, and looked at Evan with a grin on his now painted clown face. “So, whadya think?” He asked. Evan stayed silent. Delirious just giggled in response and grabbed Evan’s face with his hand. “Now, it’s time to make you pretty too. Well, prettier, I should say.” Evan’s eyes widened as he tried to move away. “Ah, ah, ah! We’re not done here yet,” he laughed.

The door handle started to jiggle, but Delirious ignored it. He started with the eyes and did the cheeks. “Now, for the final touch!” He laughed. He grabbed Evan’s face and gave him a kiss on the lips. Evan tried backing away, but he was trapped against the chair.

When Delirious pulled back, red paint covered Evan’s lips. Delirious laughed and showed Evan. Evan’s eyes widened and he went to go rub the paint off. Delirious grabbed his hands and stuck them to his sides. “No, you’re gonna be pretty. And you better be pretty when you come to visit me,” he murmured.

The door finally busted open, and two security guards came in. Delirious started to laugh and laugh and laugh. He laughed so much that he fell onto the floor clutching his stomach.

The security guards took him back to his cell and made sure Evan was okay. When he assured them he was, they left as fast as they had appeared. Evan would have washed his face, but his break was over, meaning he had to go over to Delirious’ cell anyways. He sighed and kept his head down as he walked down the hall to Delirious’ room.

okay but consider the following for a harry potter AU featuring jace and simon being TEEN WIZARDS at the new york institute for magical children hogwarts:

  • jace has been able to see the threstrals that roam around the school since the first time he stepped into the grounds. he points them out to alec and izzy but when it becomes clear that only he can see them, he stays quiet and tries to convince himself he’s not losing it. he doesn’t quite manage it, not until weeks later when he sees muggleborn simon sitting in the courtyard and staring up at the sky, eyes tracking the flight path of the twin threstrals dancing in front of the midafternoon sun. 
  • despite this connection known only by the two of them, simon and jace don’t actually get off to a good start. jace thinks simon’s intolerably annoying and gets even more irritated when he finds himself losing entire minutes staring at simon’s wide, sweet smile across the dining hall and only jolts back to himself when an unimpressed alec and/or an amused izzy kick him hard in the shin. simon thinks jace is a stereotypical jerk who’s absurdly beautiful and frustratingly good at everything and it makes simon become uncomfortably aware of his own perceived inadequacies. 
  • in one infamous incident, clary tried to convince them they would be good friends if they’d just stop being so dramatic. it went about as well as a similar conversation izzy had with alec and clary about each other: terribly. 
  • things change though when the whole thing with valentine goes down, and a fourteen year old jace is ostracized by practically the entire student body because, through a series of soap-opera like plot twists, he turns out to be the son of a genocidal maniac. in potions, the one class shared only by the two of them, simon pointedly takes the seat next to him. “what are you doing?” jace asks, warily. “those assholes over there seem to be under the impression that because i think you’re a dick i’d be down with them dragging on you,” is simon’s angry reply. “and listen, we may have never gotten along, but if everyone who thought i was an annoying shit was evil incarnate, then literally the only two people who wouldn’t be in that category is clary and my mom.” 
  • struck speechless, jace can’t say anything but, “even you?” and simon laughs, surprising even himself when he finds that jace’s words don’t sting him, for once, but feel like a gentle rib instead. “oh, yeah,” he says, “you don’t know how many times a day i want to punch myself in the face.” they become friends after that, the way that you do when you can laugh at yourselves together with someone, and that foundation stays with them for the rest of their lives - even when the particularities of their relationship continues to grow. 
  • when he realizes it, it’s  surprisingly easy for simon to accept that he’s fallen love with jace. the only thing that was preventing him before was pride and sheer stubbornness, because simon wouldn’t have been able to forgive himself if he got wrapped up in someone who couldn’t stand him. now that he’s getting to experience firsthand what it’s like to have jace’s concern and attention, even if its in a totally platonic way, simon’s got no chance. still, he stays quiet, too aware still of all the ways he thinks he falls short. usually, the warmth of their friendship is enough to soften the regret of not getting to have more. usually. there’s almost a sweetness to the ache.

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impey-barbicane  asked:

Please give Zarya Bayonetta's legs!

okay so

i have a funny story to tell you (this is fsm in case you don’t wanna read the tags yet)

so, i’ve been super busy lately what with performing a musical and all and then preparing to hit the ground running with a spring play that had rehearsals starting the week after it finished (sorry i didn’t tell you!)

and so, i decided to start up again now that i had the weekend to myself and i selected a commission to do. this one ended up looking pretty easy! (that may have been why i selected it. sorry, but i’m super worn-out)

wELL

THE THING IS, THE GUN THAT’S COVERING HALF OF HER BODY + HER SUPER WIDE STANCE? MADE IT IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO FIGURE OUT ITS PROPORTION TO HER WAISTLINE, WHICH MADE IT IMPOSSIBLE TO ACCURATELY ATTACH THE LEG AND MAKE IT LOOK GOOD AS IF SHE WAS ACTUALLY BAYONETTA FROM THE WAIST DOWN.

voila. that’s how this picture came to be one of the hardest (and yet, surprisingly not super time-consuming) pieces that i’ve ever done.

i’m not gonna say i’m throwing shade, but SQUINTS