too much sport for one morning

what it’s actually like to date Son Hyunwoo (Shownu)...

Originally posted by garisanee

The Reality of Dating Hyunwoo…

  • Basically, you’re dating a quiet mass of muscle and smiles, okay? Let’s get this piece of information out of the way first.
  • Conversations with shownu go a little like this:
  • “Shownu?”
  • “…”
  • “Hey, Shownu!”
  • “…”
  • “SON HYUNWOO!”
  • “………….yeh?”
  • “I was gonna ask for a kiss, but I’m offended, so nevermind.”
  • He’s gonna chuckle and press his lips against yours anyway and then smile afterward, bc wow, you’re adorable whenever you beg him for attention.
  • He’s more of a listener rather than a talker, so he prefers to feed off of the topics you choose to bring up.
  • When he does speak up, you can bet money he’s gonna have you laughing, bc this man says the damnedest things. next to changkyun.
  • Would literally do anything you ask him to…anything.
  • Doesn’t flinch when you nip at his neck, bc lol, the members bite him so much that he has a high tolerance to pain now.

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Fallout 4 Companions As Parents

- Cait is the token ‘hot mom’, would definitely burst into the school like a hurricane if she found out her child was being bullied and demand the principal got up off their fat corporate funded ass to do something about it, if they didn’t she’d go to the kids houses and ask to fight the fucking parents, wouldn’t be able to cook to save her fucking life so your prime source of nourishment would be pizza she ordered (she’d be cool about it and let you pick whatever toppings you want), bedtime would be nonexistent and vague and she’d pretty much just tell you to go to sleep whenever she figures out it’s actually pretty late, you’d find her the next morning passed out on the couch with a bag of pretzels tucked into her side, ‘sex ed’ mom who all your friends come to for help even before the actual sex ed teacher or their parents, everyone’s kind of scared of her so you don’t really have to worry about anyone bullying you, let you have your first sip of alcohol, once you get older lets you have some drinks as long as you stay in the house bc she knows kids always find a way to drink, when you wanna try out for a sports team she helps you work out and trains with you, when you go on your first date and they come to pick you up she glares a hole into their head but tries to be polite bc you’re her fucking baby, gives you the coolest hand-me-down clothes

- Hancock, ‘the Cool Dad’, one time you came home in tears after getting dress coded in Jr. High and he was genuinely flapperghasted (’you look fine? The fuck you mean they said ‘you were distracting the boys’?? You’re eleven???), busts into the school and gives the principal AND the teacher who dress coded you the scare/tongue lashing of their fucking lives, lets you wear whatever you want within reason, takes you shopping and if you pick up something weird that tangibly no one else would wear he looks at you dead serious and says ‘i love it.’, the ‘fuck yeah stick it to old people while eating cereal in his jammies’ dad, totally respects and adores your rebellious phase bc you’re teaching yourself that the system is corrupt, always went to all your daddy/daughter or father/son dances and events and scared the shit out of all the other parents despite being the friendliest person there, picks you up from school blasting rock music and takes you to get ice cream after a game/performance/bad day, ‘auntie fahrenheit’ who comes to visit and always stays up watching true crime and law and order with you, she teaches you practical self defense as opposed to hancock’s ‘here’s a knife stab em until they drop’ take on it, occasionally picks you up from school to go play laser tag with hancock and all their friends, has an entire hanse of friends who all think you are a fucking angel and would probably die for you, he helps you clean up after a wild party so your other parent doesn’t find out, when you come home drunk as a fucking skunk he makes you a sandwich gets you some gatorade and tucks you into bed only promptly to wake you up at 6AM to mow the lawn to teach you a valuable lesson, when your first date comes to pick you up he greets them in his signature ‘hancock’ coat draped over his jammies eating chocolate rice krispies with a ‘sup dude’ no matter what gender they are much to your utter embarrassment, always the first to hug you after someone breaks your heart

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The Parent Trap - Part Three

Character: Dean Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 1,483

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Part One - Part Two

Summary: On a snow day, Mitchell asks to go to the park, but he’s got an ulterior motive.

Story:

   Monday comes, and it brings eight inches of snow with it, enough to close every school in the county. You and Mitchell indulge yourselves with extra sleep, and then you rise before him intending to make a pancake and bacon breakfast – one of the few things you can cook. Once the smell starts to waft down the hall, the nine-year-old shuffles out of his room sporting a bedhead and rumpled PJ’s.

   “Morning, sunshine.”

   “Morning, Mama.” He yawns.

   “Would you like your pancakes to look like anything special?”

   “Um, Mickey Mouse is fine.”

   “Taking it easy on me. That’s why you’re my favorite.”

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wethemoondaisies  asked:

Hi there! I just found your blog today and I'm already in love and am needing more amazing fics 😂 I don't know if I'm too late, but could you do the headcanon thing for Race and Jack (from the musical)? Thanks so much and I'm anxiously awaiting more fics 😊

Jack:
•What they smell like: Chalk and news print.
•How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): Jack sleeps very infrequently, but when he does, he sleeps like a deadman. Not much could rouse him, as he lies facedown on anything he deems sleep worthy.
•What music they enjoy: anything from the theatre. He loves to hear Medda sing. He love cheesy theatrical songs.
•How much time they spend getting ready every morning: ten minutes. Fifteen tops. Then, he goes and helps everybody else get ready.
•Their favorite thing to collect: knick knacks! Small, unique treasure that people leave around. His favorite a tiny granite turtle.
•Left or right-handed: Left. It drives him insane, too. He drags his hand across the paper when he draws and smudges it.
•Religion (if any): some sort of very slight judaeo Christian God belief, but it’s barely enough to mention.
•Favorite sport: baseball.
•Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc):
S I G H T S E E I N G
Favorite kind of weather: sunset.
•A weird/obscure fear they have: pigeons. Jack thinks of them as disease carrying, flying rats.
•The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: ring toss!


Race:
•What they smell like: tobacco and aftershave.
•How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): Race is always real sleepy, it’s tough for him to stay up too late. He sleeps on a top bunk in the lodging house. Much to the displeasure of the others, sometimes he grinds his teeth.
•What music they enjoy: anything fast and loud.
•How much time they spend getting ready every morning: too long.
•Their favorite thing to collect: other than the obvious, probably suspenders. Race always saves up for some extra ones.
•Left or right-handed: hopelessly right handed. Can do next to nothing dexterous with the left.
•Religion (if any): vaguely catholic
•Favorite sport: is horse racing a sport?
•Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): talk to locals and scope out the good destinations.
Favorite kind of weather: clear morning, little to no sun.
•A weird/obscure fear they have: heights. Ridiculously afraid of heights.
•The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: none of them. Absolutely none of them.

2

That’s it.
123 days. 32 competitions. All over.

For me, each season gets a bit more emotional each time. Each season I grow to love everyone a bit more. Each season I am more and more blown away by the things these athletes achieve. Each season I learn more about this amazing sport.
As someone who hates winter a bit too much, ski jumping is the one thing that gets me out of bed in the morning. Watching these incredibly talented people do what they love, breaking gravity for a few seconds, is what inspires me. The way they treat each other and how they are friends even though they are competing against each other is what makes this sport so special.

This season was filled with ups and downs. With tears and joy. With new and old faces on the podiums. Unlike the previous season it was always uncertain who’d win. And the fact that ski jumping is so uncertain makes it so exciting.

Moreover, I have met some of the most incredible people on tumblr through ski jumping this year. Never have I ever thought that I would make such great friends because of ski jumping. Thank you to every single one of my 26 new sisters and 1 brother of the groupchat, who made this season even more special to me. I’m grateful for everyone I have met on tumblr or in groupchats. I’m grateful for everyone, who decided to follow this trash account.

Lastly, thank you to the athletes, the coaches, the whole teams and everyone, who contributed to this amazing season. I’m so proud of literally everyone.

Here’s to summer and the next season.
Here’s to the ski jumping family.
Here’s to the future.

Always You | Jungkook

Summary: We’ve been nothing but friends for our whole lives but then we played spin the bottle on a dare and what follows could either make or break the rest of our relationship
Genre: Drama | Fluff
Word Count: 8,193
Author’s Note: I FINALLY FINISHED. This story is kind of a combination of different prompts, mainly involving spin the bottle and a wedding. Take that as you will.

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“Wow, I can’t believe Yoongi-oppa actually let you leave the apartment for more than 5 minutes,” You drop good-naturedly as you approach the familiar back of the boy whose appearance at the party had been questionable since you dropped the question last night.

When he turns around, you take in the messy black hair, fringe across his forehead, and piercing brown eyes that crinkle in the corner with unimpressed amusement. “Ha ha,” He retorts dryly, his voice clear even through the blasting music from the stereo system. “He thinks I went to the library to study. Besides,” He adds with a shrug. “You know this isn’t my first showdown. I think you’ve just underestimated my ability to be a bad boy.” He’s grinning as he brings the cup of alcohol to his lips.

“Yes, that is very possible for me to believe,” You retort, rolling your eyes without contempt. “You sleep in looney tunes pajamas and spend your weekends watching Iron Man on a loop. You do realize Marvel has other movies with Tony Stark?”

“It’s not the same thing!” Jungkook retorts. You can’t help but emit a laugh when he gives you a leveled glare, despite the fact that all your points had been true. After all, you know him like the back of your hand.

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anonymous asked:

Leo and the aoi twins pranking everyone since they have the same hair (ish) and eye colour

+ anon asked:  2wink + Leo pranking everyone since they look so alike :D! Thank you very much!!!!

lolol and they have the same height too! what message is HE sending hmm

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Murphy MacManus

  • What they smell like: Sweat and cologne
  • How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): On his back, one hand flung over his face; he snores, but not too loudly; and he sleeps from about 10PM-6AM on work nights, and 4AM to noon on non-work days
  • What music they enjoy: Rock and roll
  • How much time they spend getting ready every morning: 5-10 minutes
  • Their favorite thing to collect: Baseball cards
  • Left or right-handed: Right-handed
  • Religion (if any):Irish Catholic
  • Favorite sport: Baseball
  • Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): Doesn’t travel much, but he likes to to go to dive bars with good food
  • Favorite kind of weather: Sunny and hot
  • A weird/obscure fear they have: Rats
  • The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: Skeeball, but Connor helps him cheat

Headcanon Meme. (Let’s Stick to TWD Characters now)

~Liz~❤️

i’m sick so now it’s time for sick/sick from being drunk SportaRobbie headcanons!!

-Robbie gets sick due to general unhealthyness, and ofc sports is does everything to make him get better and Robbie loves the attention so he pretends to be sick a few days after he’s better. Sportacus knows he’s faking but pampers him anyway.

-Sportacus never gets sick so when it happens Robbie basically thinks the apocalypse is upon them. He tries his best though, attempting to make him soup but failing miserably. He just goes to the store and buys stuff for him and reads him stories. He had to try to get him to stay in bed and rest though because all he wants to do is exercise.

-Sportacus is the one who takes care of Robbie when he gets a bad hangover or drinks a little too much, he’s an affectionate drunk, but he’ll kill you in the morning.

-When Sportacus drinks for the first time in his life, Robbie is right by his side making sure he takes it slow and doesn’t have a meltdown. Sportacus gets drunk after just one drink, extremely lightweight, and gets really goofy and loopy. Robbie loves it though. Sportacus throws up like 8 times, and in the morning he basically wants to die, he eats every piece of fruit in the fridge.

-Robbie has really bad depression and sometimes just really needs Sport there to comfort him and take care of him. It’s also why Sportacus stops berating his love of sweets and unhealthy food, but still does regulate how much junk food he eats so he doesn’t make himself sick.

-When Sportacus has a meltdown from sugar, Robbie nurses him back to health the best he can. Eventually he takes him to doctor and finds out he’s diabetic.

anonymous asked:

what about vega and the rfa and/or minor trio's first christmas together?

✿ welcome to “vega despises Christmas” feat. the RFA. I’ll do the minor trio hopefully a little later today! (Vega tag here for those who don’t know them)

Yoosung

  • “I hate Christmas,” you grumble, stuffing your face underneath your pillow to blot out the noise of the Goddamn Carols your boyfriend is blasting through the apartment. Offended by the assertion, Yoosung headbutts you out of bed and drags you to the closet to get dressed, as he is going to Change Your Mind.
  • “It’s just a day used for mindless capitalist consumption! You’re feeding into the system, Yoosung!” You whine the entire way there, but Yoosung is not dissuaded. He is a man on a mission. A Christmas Mission.
  • “I’m an atheist!” he ignores as he pulls an ugly Christmas sweater over your head. Apparently, it’s one of your gifts from him, but he’s giving it to you a day early as he wants you to be appropriately dressed for your excursion.
    • “Fuck, I’m going to have to do this, aren’t I?” You stare down at your small Korean boyfriend, and he pats you on your cheek with a deceptively innocent smile.
    • “Yep!”
    • “You are just like your mother.”
  • Yoosung tells you that it’s not like Christmas is about God or Jesus or any of that other nonsense anyway, it’s about Santa and presents and fun catchy songs. Also, couples. Christmas is about couples. And this is his first time spending a Christmas with someone as a couple so you are going to like it, darn it.
  • Fine, fine. It’d make him happy, and besides, spending time with Yoosung could make even this shitty holiday good. He’s like purity and sugar in a handsome wrapper topped with incredibly shiny hair.
  • He drags you all around the city like some sort of manic Christmas fairy. You go see Christmas decorations. You go eat delicious street food. He takes you to a coupley romantic movie (which you make fun of the entire time) and you go take photos in this weird wax museum full of mannequins fashioned into various celebrities and - is that president Obama.
  • oh my god
  • for christmas, you go and see a wax sculpture of President Obama.
  • (you show Yoosung the proper grip for choking someone out using His Excellence President Obama as a dummy. you are forcibly escorted out of the museum.)
  • On your way home you swing by the grocery store and get a lot of booze. Like, a lot of booze. He’s been hauling you around the entire day, and you are going to drink.
  • Fine, says Yoosung, who probably needs a drink after you told a girl who decided to hit on him that all she’d get for Christmas is a prison shiv if she didn’t knock it off.
  • You get some fun holiday booze and you show him how to make all the fun holiday drinks you used to make the holidays go away before you met him. Yoosung thinks they’re delicious, and you get sloshed. 
  • Between loudly (and badly) singing along to Christmas carols on the radio, you call up every member of the RFA and serenade them.
    • “Meeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrryyyy Christmas! From the -hic- happiesht couple around!”
    • Zen hangs up on you.
  • Christmas morning is… more like Christmas late afternoon because you are both really, really hung over. Five more minutes turns into another hour of hating life, but eventually Yoosung wriggles out of your death-cling and brings a pile of wrapped gifts for you.
  • this has never happened before, and you don’t know how to deal with it.
  • all of these prettily wrapped presents are yours.
  • You pick yourself up and get the gift you got for him out from underneath the loose floorboard by the bed (you really, really didn’t want him to find it, okay?) and you slowly open presents together.
  • You might start crying a little. nobody’s ever gotten you so many presents before.
  • You tell Yoosung you feel bad for only getting him one thing, and he drapes himself in your lap and tells you that you’re the best gift he ever could have gotten.
  • Fuck, you’re definitely crying now.

Zen

  • He wakes you up on Christmas morning like he is an overenthusiastic puppy or a Seven year old child. Even before you’ve fully come to, he’s dropping presents on you, telling you to open them, open them!
  • Blinking sleepily, you tear off the paper, finding mittens, gloves, a coat much, much nicer than your old one, and…
  • “Ice skates…?”
  • Zen beams, putting his hands on your shoulders. “I’m taking you ice skating!”
  • All you know about ice skating is that it’s the gayest sport imaginable, but Zen is extremely pumped about this and you’re way too sleepy to say no.
  • He drags you out to this skating rink full of couples, and proudly says to the man managing the kiosk, I’m paying for two, please!
  • He helps you get your ice skates on, even though you’re like dude, I can tie my own shoes. Apparently he wants to give you some cheesy lines about how he’s going to treat you like his Cinderella or… whatever before kissing the toe of your shoe.
  • ok dude
  • whatever you want.
  • (you won’t admit that you are blushing.)
  • So, you’re good at sports and most forms of athletic activity. Objectively, you kick major amounts of ass. But ice skating is something you just cannot wrap your head around.
  • You trip. You faceplant. You crash into the railing and you pinwheel your arms, trying to stay upright, and here is Zen, that asshole, looking like he is some fairy prince gliding across the ice.
  • Seriously, what fucking right does he have to look that pretty!! You hate it!!
  • He grabs your hands with that disgustingly charming smile of his, and starts pulling you along the ice as he teaches you how to move your feet. Relying on someone like this is awful, but it’s Zen, and he’s clearly pleased as punch so you just kinda…
  • Deal with it.
  • and blush. a lot. especially when you trip and he catches you, that wanker. he’s so happy about this!!
  • AND HE SPINS YOU. WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE.
  • Afterwards he buys you hot cocoa with adorable peppermint marshmallows and pats you on the head. 
  • you’ve killed, like, well over a hundred people what the heck is happening.
  • It occurs to you as you’re walking home that you haven’t given him his present yet, so - under the evening Christmas lights - you pull out a small, wrapped box and offer it to him.
  • Zen is taken off guard, not having expected anything, and he unwraps it slowly, savoring the moment of receiving something from his datemate on Christmas.
  • he is baffled to receive a ring.
    • “Figured it was a bit too early to propose,” you say, pulling off your glove and revealing the silver band on your own finger. “But, uh. I thought you’d like a promise ring. To uh. So you know I’m…”
  • He shoves the ring on his finger and hugs you tightly.

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Heres the rest of the characters for the head canon prompt you guys c: three days after i posted the first set…¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 


Nekoma

Kuroo:

What they smell like: He smells so fucking good. He just smells sexy theres no other way to describe it. Just imagine a woody aroma with a dash of orange blossoms

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): He goes to bed late and sleeps in till his alarm goes off for a third time but not enough to make him have to rush. He hogs the cover so much during the night and he moves his legs around a lot, you will get kicked. He moves his body around in general. While he falls asleep on his back, during his sleep he’ll always end up turning over and hugging either a pillow or part of the blanket against his head so if he was sharing a bed you can bet he’d get his grip on you and you’d be held against him until he wakes up.

What music they enjoy: Kuroo likes his rock and pop punk but he also likes the tunes you’d hear at a club 

How much time they spend getting ready every morning: After actually getting out of bed he’ll only take like 20 minutes to be out of the house. 5 of that being him trying to get his hair to flatten but to no avail

Their favorite thing to collect: posters of gravure idols probably bc he’s a teenage boy

Favourite sport: Vb 

Favourite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): He’d check out any fun places they have in the area like fairs and the cool monuments and stuff 

Favourite kind of weather: Crispy but sunny autumn days 

A weird/obscure fear they have: He’s probably one of those people that flinch away from dogs

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: darts 

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the bartender and the socialite || @ciernavdova

it’s oddly quiet for a friday night are the place; there’s the typical rowdy group in the corner that’s fighting over who scratched what when it comes to their game of pool, and he can already tell he’s going to have to call a cleaning crew in in the morning for the beer that’s spilled on the velvet surface. a girl sits in the corner, humming to the jukebox and nursing a beer, and then there’s his regulars that are seated up at the bar, hissing at one another when it comes to bets and their sports game that’s flashing over the television screen above the bar. but other than that, it’s unbecomingly quiet throughout the whole place, and it leaves him with entirely too much time on his hands between pouring new rounds.

fingers swiftly move along the labels behind the bar before he pulls a marshmallow vodka free along with the bottle of chocolate liqueur, pouring the contents together in a glass before he begins to stir it. he tops it off with a bit of whipped cream and a cherry on top, looking a bit pleased with himself. it’s become a soft hobby to turn around and mix drinks like this when the bar is running slow, and he can only hope that his best customer happens in tonight to keep him company – and try the new concoction that he’s cooked up. 

sure enough, just as he’s about to give up on the red haired beauty that’s started to capture his attention more and more, he hears the bells rattle above the door and his blue eyes slip up, landing on her ruffled frame before he lets out a soft chuckle. pushing the drink into her usual spot, he leans on the bar, chin in hand as she takes her seat.  ❝really? another one? when are they going to give up and just realize that you aren’t interested in the least? who was it tonight – bet he was some rich dude who knows the hilton’s or something.❞

k but andrew is a sleep talker and u can fight me on this? neil finds out when hes not dead tired or distracted by thoughts and they sleep in the same bed ok

- “are you sure” “i said yes, didnt i?” “….i guess.”
- the bed just looks so small. neil isnt sure if they should or if andrew will be okay with it. neil can be a pretty restless sleeper sometimes especially with nightmares
- andrew stares at him with hooded eyes until he gets into bed and then follows
- neil lays on his side, andrew on his expect for the few minutes of kissing before andrew declares hes tired in as many words and rolls off neil to go to sleep
- neil stays awake for a while just staring at the ceiling of the apartment andrew recently bought and moved into, the ceiling of andrews bedroom, feeling the weight of andrews mouth on his (because neils does that. a lot. a lot more than is probably healthy)
- it starts with a soft “neil”
- neil turns his head at the sound of andrews voice but andrew still has his back to him so he must be awake and know neil is too
- “what?” neil says knowing he sounds a little petulant but hey. he can stay up if he wants even though he should probably sleep
- andrew just says his name again
- that makes neil frown
- he considers reaching out and touching andrew but he knows that would spell something horrible in his future so he doesnt but he does ask “what?” again
- “get back here.”
- confusion for a few seconds before andrew rolls onto his back and neil sees his eyes closed, sees his chest rising and falling calmly.
- realization dawns as a smile on his face and he continues staring up at the ceiling, but replies to andrew anyway “im right here”
- “idiot. you’ll drown. get back here”
- neil considers for a second before replying with a petulant “no i wont”
- “get the fuck back here now”
- neils looks over at the angry tone of andrews voice, and in the dark he can just make out the crease between andrews eyebrows
- “fine. i’m fine” neil says, wanting to quell andrews anger. he deals with it enough during the day and so far it seems the dream is following the dialogue so why not
- “no one likes a liar.”
- “you do.”
- “239%.”
- neil has been watching andrews face this entire time. the anger had subsided into the usual bored expression, but when neil replied with a small “you hate me a lot,” talking more to himself than andrew, he realized there was something new there
- a small smile
- andrew was smiling.
- smiling. at something neil said it seemed
- “every inch of you” andrew mumbles, and he doesnt reveal much more after that
- (not that neil notices. hes too deep in thoughts about the entire thing to keep track of it and he falls asleep thinking about it)
- the next night the same thing happens
- he sees andrew smile again and thinks about how it suits him
- this genuine smile as opposed to the manic drugged up grin andrew sported when they met
- its a lot better. smaller. more andrew than anything
- the percentage raises again that night to 245% when neil says he wishes andrew would smile more without thinking
- this continues for a few nights. not consecutive but occasionally
- one morning neil is still sleepy and is trying to rub the stickiness from his eyes as he wanders into the kitchenette and andrew is watching him from the table
- “yes or no” neil yawns
- “yes”
- they kiss a little
- andrew continues to stare at neil as he pours himself coffee and leans against the counter
- “your breath stinks” andrew says after a bit
- “well you talk in your sleep” neil shoots back, meaning to be joking about it but andrew freezes with his eyes on the mug in his hands
- its a few seconds before andrew lowers the mug again with forced composure and neil is tense all over because he can see the new tension in andrews shoulders
- “have you always talked in your sleep” “truth for a truth” “i dont have one” “sucks for you”
- neil thinks of something later on in the day and waits until hes back at andrews and theyre sitting on the couch not watching the movie on the television to say it
- “i used to sleep walk when i lived in baltimore”
- andrew just looks at him
- “it wasnt pretty sometimes. some of these scars are punishments.”
- andrew is still silent and just staring at neil, though his eyes dropped to neils torso for half a second
- “have you always talked in your sleep”
- “…yes”
- “care to elaborate?”
- “no. 239%”
- “actually it’s 245%” andrew’s eyes look a little mad but neil betrays his survival instinct and smiles “246% if you’re raising it that little.”
- “290%”

anonymous asked:

Hi, ah, I feel like someone has probably pointed this out, (because every detail gets noticed by fans), but I'm wondering about the end of "Angel Heart". Claire's fingernails are the exact shade of Castiel's coat. Do you think that's significant? I want to take it as a sign of her bonding a little more with Castiel emotionally. Also, her polish isn't chipped, which is an almost superhuman feat in my book, especially after having just ganked a Grigori, IMHO.

It’s so weird that I of all the meta bloggers on this site got an anon– but thanks! It really made me think…

I was just thinking this morning that I haven’t written any meta lately. I have a lot of reasons for this lapse, but maybe it’s also because I haven’t been asking myself any good questions lately.

So thanks, anon, for this one. I do think you’re spot on, and I haven’t seen anything written about it, so let’s go…

I noticed Claire’s nails, too, and didn’t think much about the color at the time (except that it was a change from the dark peacock she sported in The Things We Left Behind) but yeah, the fact that she’d just been in a huge fight and came out SO unscathed that her nails weren’t even chipped was impressive. And the taupe color is a change from her last appearance, what’s up with that? I haven’t come across anything about it so let’s have some fun…

Some of that perfect manicure probably has to do with the aesthetic of Supernatural. The ladies just rarely look bad. Just like the boys don’t ever sport permanent scars and always manage to get the bloodstains out of their clothes, the gals never have cosmetics issues. Unless they’ve just been beaten bloody, their lipstick never fades and their mascara never runs– some of this has to do with the fresh-faced semi-natural look that most females in this show sport, but even when Rowena turns on those waterworks she keeps those amazing lashes in line. IIrc Ruby in Season 4 had lovely nails, and if anyone should have broken tips and chipped paint it should have been her. The only exception I can think of is Meg in Goodbye Stranger, and to some extent Rowena when she’s chained up in Hell. So no chipped polish for Claire, either, even after having ganked the last of the “Sons of God.” Everything is magical on Supernatural.

It could be that this was Katherine Love Newton’s own polish that she wore in, but I don’t think that’s likely. Partly because if it did chip, that would go against that well-groomed aesthetic the show aims for, and they’d have to repair the paint on her nail, they’d have to match the color and so on (because if her nails were suddenly a different color there <em>would</em> be a lot of talk.) So I think it was likely a choice on the part of makeup, and I don’t know enough about television production to even be able to speculate if that color was mandated from above or was just a whimsical last-minute choice, much less who was involved in choosing it.

You made the connection between Castiel’s trenchcoat and Claire’s nail color, so let’s run with it.

Women don’t just think of nails as things to adorn with crazy lacquer or enhance with sweeping acrylic tips. Nails are also tools and even weapons. I pry open boxes of mac n’ cheese with my nails. scrub dried food off of plates with them, use them to tweeze out splinters. Pantomime a “cat fight” between two women, and what do you do? Probably put your hands out in front of your face as though you’re clawing the other person. Nails also defend the juicy tips of our fingers.

The taupe color on Claire’s nails is pretty, but is very utilitarian. Pink would have been girlish, red too sexy. He hair is less fussy, too. Unlike the dark nails and braided hair in TTWLB that screamed “confused angry teenager,” Claire is starting to express her practical side, and maybe has a desire to be more mature emotionally in order to cope with the adult situations she finds herself in every day. She’s outgrowing emo.

By matching her nails to the trenchcoat, Claire is maybe unintentionally identifying the catalyst for her internal changes– Castiel.

Castiel, who gave her Grumpy Cat for her 18th birthday. Grumpy Cat taps into Claire’s emotional needs. So you’re absolutely right that she has bonded closer with him. She is no longer a child, mentally or legally, but she is still young and in many ways inexperienced. She’s lost both of her parents, and is being sent off to a stranger. She kept Grumpy Cat side by side with the Grigori sword– pairing the emotional with the angelic. Castiel has provided her with both tools and weapons to survive and defend herself on the road ahead of her. The color becomes almost like a shield.

At the end of the episode, Castiel says that it isn’t up to him, ultimately, whether or not he sees or hears from Claire ever again. But she’s put his number in her phone’s emergency contacts list. She kept his gift, even though she could have tossed it as being underaged and inappropriate for an adult. Whether she realized it or not, she painted her nails the color of her father’s– now the angel’s– trenchcoat. She shares genetic material with Castiel’s vessel, but now she has adopted this iconic color from him to integrate Castiel into her self-image. She’s made Castiel a part of her life, now. Whether they ever see each other again remains to be seen, but he has left his mark on her and his influence will persist as she continues to grow.

So thanks for the discussion, anon, did I get your drift? It was a lot of fun thinking about this from such a tiny detail. Good spot!

Haikyuu!! Smell headcanons

I talked about this with a couple people before but this has always appealed to me so I’m g o i n g to w r i t e a b o u t i t 

(This is a weird topic but:)

Karasuno Regulars:

Hinata: Morning dew, grass, and pork buns

Kageyama: High-key like milk, berries, and a hint of sports deodorant

Daichi: Light cologne, the one in the scratch magazine booklets, and aftershave

Suga: Flowers, probably roses, rice , very very clean laundry and fresh bread

Nishinoya: You can smell his axe in his near vicinity. He might smell like oranges.

Tanaka: You can smell his axe from across the gym.

Asahi: Not too much axe, but enough that its detectable. Banana nut bread

Tsukishima: Citrusy and like the ocean (he is as salty as the ocean)

Yamaguchi: Lots of fruits, probably most like pineapple? Smells maybe like cinnamon

Seijoh Regulars:

Oikawa: Lots of abercrombie cologne (THE TEEN BRAND) and hair products that smell nice?

Iwaizumi: smells faintly of abercrombie because oikawa sprayed it on him and scrambled eggs

Yahaba: Lavender and softsoap

Kentarou: The hot cinnamon candy I hate but like to smell and lots of axe

Kindaichi: I thought of barbeque sauce and a busy kitchen, a bit of cologne

Kunimi: The new book smell and very faint traces of cologne (and sleep deprivation)

Hanamaki: Peaches and CrEaM

Matsukawa: Stronger cologne and apples

Watari: Moderate amount of cologne and bananas

Feel free to talk to me about these or suggest~! I kinda want to do more aha ;)

Inspiration from: @aftertaste-of-memes 

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LEE.
2016 New Zealand Aeropress Champion

Camper Coffee
2/8 Kent St, Auckland, NZ


What made you fall in love with coffee?
It was the aroma. I also love how it gets people talking, communicating and sharing their lives.

What’s your go-to coffee preparation method?
Aeropress! You can carry it everywhere with you, it’s easy to use, and it makes pretty awesome coffee.

Who’s the most fascinating person coffee has connected you with?
Glen from Rocket Coffee. He’s my role model and I respect every aspect of him.

Outside of making coffee, what are you passionate about?
I love all kinds of sports but haven’t been playing much since I’ve been so busy with work and family. Instead I just watch lots of UFC.

Where do you get your caffeine fix on your days off?
Ark Coffee and Geeks on Sainsbury. They’re really good friends of mine and they have great coffee and food.

Why Auckland?
Honestly, I didn’t really choose it. One of my friends came out here and so I did too, haha. But Auckland is my home now and I love my life here.

What gets you up in the morning?
My lovely family and customers.

If you could have coffee with anyone, dead or alive, who would it be and why?
My Lord Jesus Christ! ‘Cause He created me and I really do love Him. I need to buy Him coffee.

Character typing: more pitfalls to avoid


So the Mr. Darcy post got me thinking about how people mistype sensors.

There are three different main patterns of mistyping sensor characters as intuitives* I can think of. I chalk these three down to poor understanding of sensing functions (I hesitate to say intuitive bias here, since a. I think sometimes it’s genuine poor understanding based on poor information elsewhere rather than an actual held belief that intuition dom/aux users are better at everything but SPORTS and PAPERWORK, and b. If you say intuitive bias three times a teenage self-typed intuition dom/aux will appear in your mirror and whine about how hard it is to be them and you just don’t understand).

Also I’m using MCU characters as my examples, because I saw Captain America: Civil War this morning and I have thought about this shit way too much.

1. Straight up lack of knowledge of the sensing functions. This is the one that assumes entrepreneurship and resourcefulness is an Ne trait only, or predicting future outcomes is Ni only, when the difference is in the source of that entrepreneurship/prediction. I honestly could be swayed either way on the ExTP question for Tony Stark**, for example, but this is the core conflict: is his quick wit, tendency towards being a playboy/asshole, and talent for innovation due to Ne or Se? This happens a lot with dichotomy models, and the result is usually than an xSxx is typed as their N-using counterpart.

2. Seeing the functions but getting them out of order: typing the character as intuitive because they’re smart/creative even though they use more sensing This is what’s in play when people type Daredevil (Netflix flavor) as INTJ instead of ISFP. They see that he has his own moral code (Fi user) and that he relies primarily on his assessment of the situation as it arises to act quickly (Se user)…and then I guess see that he has some long term goals (Ni and/or Te) and decide he’s an INTJ, even though he consistently makes his decisions based on morality rather than logic and acts impulsively without serious consideration of future impact. This one does generally require at least a cursory function understanding, and as you can see, the result is that someone is typed as the dual type (or the introverted/extroverted version of such).

3. The one the Mr. Darcy description is most guilty of: not realizing that sensors and intuitives have equal access to their judging functions.

To expand on #3, disliking crowds and unease with strangers? Could be any introvert or for that matter an extrovert with social anxiety. Prefers facts to feelings? Okay, probably a thinking type over feeling then. Perceptive? Maybe he’s a perceiving function dom; both sensing and intuition perceive things. Decisive, stubborn and a person of convictions? Points to a judging type then, and we’ve decided he’s probably a thinker, so TJ rather than FJ, and given the potential hints towards introversion and perceiving dom, that makes him most likely an IxTJ. So you’ve got the right judging axis, but where’s the Ni?

Now, many descriptions, especially of the letters-only variety, tend towards ignoring the capacity of people to use their tertiary and inferior functions, but it seems worse with a lot of the sensing types. ESFPs and ESTPs are pretty much reduced to a shallow version of Se, with the judging aux functions basically only there to distinguish them from each other (do you like dancing and drama? Or sports and action)? Their Te or Fe tert? Forget it. At least ISTP and ISFP get a little bit of credit for Ti and Fi before people get to the Se-aux and forget that they also have Ni-tert. Now, plenty of INTJ descriptions do ignore Fi (the ‘emotionless world domination nut’ stereotype), but if an IxTJ gets credit for having it, guess which one it’s going to be.

Since I use character typing a lot as a basis for comparison and examples, and since that was a big part of what got me really interested in studying functions, if I see an character typed as an intuitive somewhere and if there’s a reason provided for the typing overall, I go through the steps just like I did for Mr. Darcy. This isn’t something just I do or came up with; clearly @in-tj did as well, and there’s a good @funkymbtifiction post in which someone asks her why she typed Captain America (see I told you, MCU all up in this) as an ISFJ rather than INFJ, and her response is effectively “I posted my logic, so can you tell me why you don’t see him as an ISFJ?

*I did leave out the fourth mistyping pattern, namely the “what the fuck are you even doing go home you’re drunk” mistype (see: Hermione, High Priestess of Te, as INTP) because I’ve never seen that one with any kind of explanation, just gifs of the character being cute or badass or somethi

**While I lean a little towards ESTP for Tony Stark I do kind of like the idea of Civl War pitting dual personalities against each other (ie, ENTP vs. ISFJ).