I once got into a grudging Nice Off with a neighbour.  This crotchety old bastard had moved in across from my grandma and within a week became legendary for his sniping about every tiny thing.  Kids sitting on their front steps weren’t respectful.  Someone’s cat got into his yard.  The mailman stopped in front of his parking space for two seconds.  The man was impossible.

So I baked him a cake.  Not like a Duncan Hines box cake either.  I made an angel food cake with whipped cream and strawberries between the layers and lemon buttercream frosting entirely from scratch.  I was and still am crap at cake decorating, but pale yellow frosting with star shaped sprinkles on top looks pretty good no matter how uncoordinated you are.  Then I put on my nicest clothes, marched over, and apologised for not welcoming him to the neighbourhood sooner.

He slammed the door in my face.  Then the next day he came over with cookies.  I offered to mow his lawn.  He told me he wouldn’t pay me then invited me in for lemonade.  I took him cupcakes I had “accidentally” made too many of.  He loaned me a book on Irish history.  I read him the newspaper.  He (rudely) told me how to improve my English presentation.  I raked up his leaves.  He told me stories about his time in Korea.  Eventually the fucker gave in and actually started being half-way pleasant.

This is Soso! He’s got Cerebellar Hypoplastia which means he wobbles, falls down a lot, an is generally uncoordinated, but he cuddles, snuggles, purrs, and tries to do everything all other kittens do!

 Present day headcanon where Steve attempts to Juju On That Beat but fails miserably, Jonathan sits there and laughs at him and Steve’s like it’s not like you can do any better. But when Jonathan gets up and starts doing it, he hits every move sharp and clean. Steve just sits there in a mixture of emotion.

they’re running through the institute, laughter on their tongues and grins on their faces as they sprint down the corridors, hands intertwined. they make a game of it; trying to find the best spot in the institute to be alone, and whenever they see anyone walking towards them or if anyone sees them, they turn and run the other way. as there are a lot of people in the institute, they are running for a very long time, but the youthfulness of it, the thrill of getting caught, is intoxicating. sometimes one is leading the other, other times they are running side by side, but their hands are clasped the entire time. sometimes they stop for a few seconds, exchanging quick kisses that are more smiles and laughter than actual pecks.

it’s uncoordinated and reckless, limbs going haywire as they stumble along, occasionally one of them bumping against the wall, causing the other to be pulled in and encircle them in some sort of embrace, enveloping them against the flat surface. but this only makes the moment more breathtaking, more like an adventure, something as fresh and warm and lovely as a meadow, and magnus bane’s laughter is as scrumptious as strawberries, like the wind whipping through your hair as you look out at the ocean, like the smell of dew in the morning and the feel of the cool grass in between your toes. the back of his head is against the wall and he’s laughing, a hand over his mouth and one hand on alec’s chest to steady himself, the color of his nails contrasting beautifully with the deep sea blue of alec’s shirt. alec’s hands are on magnus’ arms to steady him and the other man and he’s smiling breathlessly, like someone caught him by surprise, like he was walking outside on a hot day, praying for rain, and suddenly he was in the middle of a thunderstorm. his hair is ruffled and his face devoid of any cares. His eyes seem to twinkle, flicker lovingly with promises and pure happiness and he’s laughing too, a deep chuckle that feels unfamiliar in his mouth but so right as he stares at magnus’ face. magnus leans in and kisses alec soundly, his lips like the missing piece of a puzzle, the beginning and the end of a journey, that one note in every song that sends shivers down your spine and makes your heart sing and it’s so simple, them standing in the corridor, alec’s hands trailing under magnus’ shirt to the bare skin of his waist, magnus cupping the back of alec’s neck and his face, but at the same time it’s not. it’s explosive, it’s like waves crashing against rocks, forming a symphony,  it’s like a supernova that flashes brilliant colors across the sky, it’s like like reaching for something, someone, and feeling a hand grab onto yours, signifying hope, love, a future.

their noses brush and magnus giggles when he feels alec’s eyelashes against his skin and it’s almost too good to be true, so perfect that it seems a choir of angels would descend from above any second and start singing sweet melodies and playing harps as the two men kissed, writing their own composition through their lips moving, their heads turning, their snickering, their clothing rustling, their joy, and their smiles.

“alec?!” alec pulls away suddenly, his lips red and swollen from kissing and a dazed look in his eyes and him and magnus both turn to see a horrified maryse, who has just turned the corner of the empty corridor.

“go, go, go!” alec chortles, taking magnus by the hand and running with him the other way, maryse’s positively ugly shrieks being drowned out by their tittering. magnus feels like a child again, looking at alec’s face as they seek out a new place, alive and in awe of the world, in awe of alec. and alec feels the same, thanking every power above for blessing him with magnus bane, this beautiful, kind, smart, powerful, lovely man who could make the rest of the world go away with a smile, a flirtatious comment, a touch of his hand on alec’s, a look of love and affection in his warm and gorgeous eyes.

and when alec almost trips when they round a corner and magnus bursts out laughing, hauling the other man up and asking him through his mirth if alec is alright, it feels like and truly is the epitome of true bliss.

What types of students the demigods are
  • Percy: the one that gets in trouble even though he didn't do anything, the stealthy class sleeper
  • Annabeth: the one who gets straight A's without doing a thing and makes everyone mad
  • Piper: the one that fucks with the substitute teacher
  • Jason: the one that never gets called on even though his hand is always up, the obvious class sleeper
  • Frank: The one who's too nice and lets people borrow his pencils and has none left at the end of the first week
  • Hazel: the girl everyone thinks is shy and innocent but then surprises you when they curse
  • Leo: the LOUD sarcastic asshole that somehow never gets in trouble
  • Nico: the one that takes the bathroom pass just so he can wander around campus, the one that listens to music in class even when you're not allowed to
  • Will: the one you think is great at sports but turns out to be more uncoordinated than a baby giraffe
  • Reyna: the athlete who misses half the classes because of games but still manages to keep good grades

GOT7 Invited To The Cookout

When they arrived, they were automatically lit just like they said they would be. you were surprised, because you thought they that would be scared to show their true colors in front of all these people.

“y/n!” they hopped out of the truck and ran over to you.

they pulled you in the center and group hugged you in front of everyone. “stop embarrassing me!” you shouted.

you backed away from them and fixed your clothes. then, you checked out each of their outfits. they looked good, so you told them which only gassed them up.

a few minutes later, everyone except yugyeom was spread out talking to your people. he was kind of shy so he decided to stick around with you.

“this is my song.” his eyes widened when a Chris brown song started to play.

“then dance. my cousins would love it if you showed their uncoordinated asses how to dance.” you started to call for your cousins to come over.

“no no no no!” he semi whispered to you and when they started to come over, he froze.

“yeah?” they said in unison.

“take him…and dance. he said this is his song and don’t y'all like this song?” you asked them.

“you know we do cuz!” one of them started dancing…off beat.

yugyeom held in his laughter and looked down at you. “you were right.” he said in korean causing the several young kids in front of you to freak.

“what did he just say?”

“he said that you all look cool.” you lied.

“alright tall asian guy, come show us what you got.” they took him away.

“alright…” you said to yourself. you scanned the huge crowd of people in your backyard until you spotted jackson and mark going into your house. you decided to quietly follow behind them and see what they were up to.

once they got to the kitchen, they stopped. “i’m so hungry. you think y/n’s got any snacks?” jackson asked mark.

“you know her fat ass has snacks!” mark nudged him and looked around until he spotted you.

“pstt.” he signaled for jackson to turn around and once he did, his jaw drooped. “you didn’t hear that did you?”

“i did.” you pretended to cry.

“oh noo…! we’re sorry.” mark ran over to you and pulled you into a hug, jackson quickly following.

“fuck off!” you pushed them off of you and covered your laughing face. “and you’re at a cookout! why the hell are y'all looking for snacks?!”

“we haven’t eaten in hours.” jackson pouted.

you shook your head and told them to follow you to your room where you hid your snacks. “don’t tell the others about this or i’ll kill you both.”

“yeah yeah yeah..” mark said with a mouth full of chips.

“i love you y/n. you keep me fed girl.” jackson bit his honey bun and pretended to wipe a fake tear.

“hey i love her to!” mark scoffed at jackson.

“there’s enough of me to go around.” you stuck out your tongue and stood up. “let’s go…the boys must be looking for us by now.”

the three of you exited the house and went back to doing random things with random people in your backyard. that is until, you saw bambam and left them for him. he was being lit with the elder people.

“what’s that? ain’t that thing the dab?” your half drunk uncle asked him.

“yes! can you do it?!” bam asked him, almost falling out of his seat.

he got up just in time to dab when the beat dropped, earning him an audience. mostly everyone except those who were tending to the grills and the women in the kitchen.

“what the hell.” jaebum said while he and jinyoung stood on each side of you.

“i know, now he’s got my whole family dabbing. shit we’re probably gonna take a family picture where everyone has to be dabbing in it now.” you face palmed yourself since what you said wasn’t a joke and most likely a fact.

you walked away from the crowd looked around for youngjae. he had greeted you when he first got here but that was the last time you saw him. you were getting a little worried until you found him.

he was at the cotton candy machine with one of your aunts that went to church everyday of the week even if it wasn’t open, singing along to a gospel song that you had no idea he knew with her.

“y/n why didn’t you tell me you had friends that could sing? his voice…is soulful.” she placed her hand on his shoulder and complimented him a thousand times on his voice. he damn sure needed them, his self esteem was so damn low.

“hello to you to a/n.” you hugged her and took a cotton candy stick from the cart. “i was just checking on you jae.”

“alright thanks for caring about me y/n, i love you.” he hugged you and kissed the top of your head.

“oohh imma tell your momma! you get down like that?” your aunt put her hand on her hip and smirked at youngjae and you.

“it’s not what it looks like..seriously. it’s always like this…with all of them cause i’m like their little sister.” you defended yourself.

“she’s right.” youngjae said while he put his hand on top of your head.

“mhmm.” she said while squinting her eyes, she wasn’t gonna believe you.

then, she pulled her phone out and turned to another gospel song. “you know this one baby?” she put the phone close to youngjae’s ear.

“yes ma'am.” he said right before he started singing the song.

it was your cue to go.

“yugy yummy!” you shouted over at the ‘tall asian guy’ who seemed to be more comfortable around your cousins than he was earlier.

he high fived every single kid which took about two minutes before coming over to you.

“yeah?” he put his hands on his hips and looked down at you.

“you’re having fun?” you asked him.

“yeah, thanks for pushing me out of my comfort zone.” he lifted one side of your hair up and let it fall which made you giggle.

“your comfort zone? what comfort zone did i push you out of?” you asked.

“you know…i like being under you.” he swayed from side to side, something he always did when he got tired of standing.

“the food is ready!” someone yelled.

you grabbed yugyeom’s hand and rushed past people to the food. “you’re that hungry?” he asked.

“no but you’ll thank me for this later.” with as many cookouts that you’ve been to, you knew that when the food was ready, you had to go. if you weren’t quick enough, something good would be gone.

after you fixed both yugyeom’s and your plate, you headed to your room where you told the others to meet you.

“y/n there was no more soda.” bambam frowned.

“yeah, seriously those people know how to drink.” jaebum shook his head.

“i’m thirsty!” jackson exclaimed.

“alright i’ll be back, and don’t touch my food.”

you went to the kitchen and took out a kool-aid packet and sugar. you grabbed a pitcher from the cabinet and did what you usually did. you were the one who made the kool-aid at dinner time cause yours was the best. hopefully, the boys would like it.

“y/n..” yugyeom’s shy voice replaced the silence.

“ye-” you paused when he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled himself closer to you. “yugyeom…what are you doing?”

“shh.” he rested his chin on your shoulder and closed his eyes. “just continue doing what you were doing.”

you were froze, still processing what was going on. it took you about a whole minute to realize that you weren’t dreaming and that this was really happening. he wasn’t moving, the only time he moved was when he tightened his grip on you.

“you’re weird yugyeom.” you continued stirring.

“i’m weird for liking you?” he basically confessed.

“what? you like me? is this a joke? are y'all playing truth or dare or something?” you put the cap on the pitcher and wiggled out of his hold.

“no…why would i joke around and say that i like you y/n? i…really like you.” you grabbed eight plastic cups and handed yugyeom the pitcher.

“alright..since when?” you asked.

“i’m not saying all of that until you tell me how you feel about me.” he bit down on his lip, hoping that you would say that you like him too.

you took in a deep breath. now was your turn to confess. it couldn’t be too weird now…since he feels the same way.

“i like you too.” you finally said it.

yugyeom looked down and attempted to hide his broad smile. he must’ve forgotten that you were shorter than him, so you saw all of his blushing when you looked up.

“did you tell her?” you heard jinyoung ‘quietly’ ask yugyeom which made your jaw drop.

“y'all knew?” you pointed between yugyeom and you.

“i mean..y'all are fucking obvious.” mark said.

“yugyeom was literally staring at your ass the other day and you knew it but you didn’t say anything becau-”

“yeah okay anyways i brought something to drink!” you cut jackson off.

you handed everyone a cup and poured them their drinks, including yourself. you sat between yugyeom and youngjae while they chugged their drinks down..well all of them did.

“y/n tell me what this is so i can buy it and drink it for the rest of my life.” jinyoung said while he moaned into his cup.

“this is so sweet and you know i love my sugar y/n what is this?!” bambam added on to jinyoung’s question.

“it’s called kool-aid and i made it.” you said with pride.

“no you didn’t. you can’t even make a sandwich.” jaebum laughed…by himself.

“why are you like this hyung?” yugyeom asked him.

“hmm this’ll be your last time drinking it jaebum. i was gonna bring some to the dorm faithfully but you fucked it up.” you shrugged.

“fuck!” mark cursed and slammed his hand on the floor. everyone else but jaebum followed.

“okay okay im sorry. y/n please bring your sweet juices to dee dorm faithfully.” he apologized and bowed down before you.

“alright peasant.” you giggled.

the eight of you finished up your food and drinks then, headed back outside to enjoy the last hour of the cookout.

in overall the boys had fun and found their new favorite drink thanks to you. you and yugyeom started dating. and bambam is still dabbing.

Weaknesses of the Mercury

*Check Mercury

Mercury in Aries, can be possessive, illogical or unreliable.

Mercury in Taurus, can be stubborn, possessive or moody.

Mercury in Gemini, can be overly nervous, stressful or self-centered.

Mercury in Cancer, can be manipulative, too considerate or negative.

Mercury in Leo, can be unfocused, controlling or obsessive.   

Mercury in Virgo, can be fearful, judgmental or secretive.  

Mercury in Libra, can be unmotivated, easily offended or inflexible. 

Mercury in Scorpio, can be critical, secretive or overly passionate.

Mercury in Sagittarius, can be impulsive, uncoordinated or aloof.  

Mercury in Capricorn, can be ignorant, verbally violent or intolerant.   

Mercury in Aquarius, can be too secretive, insensitive or too sarcastic. 

Mercury in Pisces, can be naïve, uncoordinated or unfocused.

Pt. 1-  Weaknesses of the Venus

Pt. 2-  Weaknesses of the Mars 

Teacher au

“Come on one of you has to be able to beat me.”  

Manon watched in boredom from her perch on the bleachers as the boys tried and failed to beat Marinette in basketball. There uncoordinated freshman bodies no match for the nimble gym teacher.

“Come on you almost made a basket.” She encouraged but the gym was silent save for the panting and groaning coming from their weak pubescent bodies.

“Give em a break Mari not everyone is a freak of nature.”

Manons froze watching as Marinette wiped around a brilliant smile over taking her face as she met a familiar looking green eyed blonde man who stood in the doorway of the gym to Manons right.

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Fat autistic girls are wonderful and perfect

Fat autistic girls who use food as a stim are wonderful and perfect

Fat autistic girls who find physical strain/sweating unbearable are wonderful and perfect

Fat autistic girls who are too uncoordinated to play sports are wonderful and perfect

Fat autistic girls whose special interest is food/cooking are wonderful and perfect

Fat autistic girls that dont always have the spoons to cook healthy/diet/count calories are wonderful and perfect

Fat autistic girls who cant tell where peoples mistreatment of them for their weight stops and peoples mistreatment of them for their disability starts are wonderful and perfect

Fat autistic girls are wonderful and perfect and I hope they are all having a good day and experiencing lots of pleasant sensory input

everyone who is anxious over the possibility of a Trump win, remember

this is not the fault of a large, uncoordinated mass of voters. this is not the fault of Shadowy Evil White Men.

this is the fault of the Democratic party, for managing to lose to an obviously unfit, emotionally-fragile psychopath. their job is to put out a candidate that people vote for. they decided to anoint a nominee – rigging the primary process to do so – who people did not want to vote for. She decided to run a campaign that centered around her charisma (despite not having any), personality, and identity, rather than offering a unifying message or vision. Fuck, Obama was merely an extension of Bush II’s policies, but he managed to run a campaign that got people excited!

Those decisions had consequences. The consequences of those decisions made by the Democratic leadership were that their candidate came perilously close to losing, and maybe did lose. Those decisions were theirs. The decisions were made by them. The consequences are theirs. The consequences belong to them. 

You say this result will mean horrible things for minorities or LGBT people? That is a result of the Democratic leadership’s actions. They did this. It was them. It is their action. It is their consequence.

They will attempt to blame everyone but themselves for the consequences of their own actions, the consequences that come from them and are bound to them. They will say it is unfair and wrong for their actions to have consequences, and it is the responsibility of everyone else in the world to save them from their actions having consequences. 

Do not fall for it.

to everyone that suffers from sketchbook anxiety

Let me tell you two things that cured the ‘oh no i’m going to ruin this’ that stems from new sketchbooks / blank canvas.

Fuck it up intentionally

This I learned from my painting professor in college.  He had us blindfold ourselves, and then actually really mess up a perfect blank page, and then use it for the exercises that day.  Like we tore into the paper, made some horrible uncoordinated marks.  We even spit on it.  I highly recommend doing this at least once, because it helps dismantle some of the weird perfectionist hangups that a lot of us put on paper.  Helps get rid of the worry of messing up its perfect potential..

Basically if you’re so worried you’re going to mess it up, mess it up intentionally first so you take back control from the floaty head space anxiety gives us, to your hands and actions.

Buy a shitty ass sketchbook.  

Get one of those sketchbooks made for like 5 year olds that hang out in convenience/drug stores by those wonky ass crayons that never color right.  The type that you touch the paper and know it’ll eat a marker head right off. 

Whenever you look at your ‘good’ sketchbook and feel like you’re going to mess it up, use the terrible one instead.  Now you’re still working and sketching and doing with no real pressure since hey, that sketchbook was a piece of crap anyway and cost you like 5 bucks.  My shitty sketcbooks have some of my favorite stuff in them since I relaxed and let myself explore.  It will also remind you why we bother with nice sketchbooks in the first place because let me tell you that paper is god awful.

A big reason why I gravitated towards digital art when I was younger was because it was almost impossible to ‘mess it up’.  Make a stupid mark? Undo.  Don’t like the initial sketch? Delete the layer.  Hate the whole thing? Don’t save it.   ((I still do all of these things, but now at a much lesser rate))

Take some of the holiness out of your tools.   Realize that its the process that matters most, and keep your eyes forward.  I think especially here on tumblr where a lot of ‘sketches’ that are more towards illustrations that happen to be in a sketchbook build up this head space that everything in your sketchbooks have to be perfect and beautiful.  Sketchbooks are your play areas, where you can fuck around at your heart’s content.   Have some fun with them.  

Hope this helps~

super || jeon jungkook


how were you supposed to know that your worst enemy was your roommate all along? 

alien!jungkook, superhero!jungkook, alien!reader, supergirl!reader

a/n: this is relieving my tension from the latest supergirl episode literally am dying. also i saw this prompt somewhere where it was like if u were a hero and ur roommate was a villain and the two of you always fought but u never knew lived with each other so ahhh this is my relief

The impact of the blow sent you hurdling through the twentieth story window. 

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Part Two of x

Dally had left the house almost an hour ago, he left without saying a single word and you couldn’t blame him… He was hurting and you knew he needed some sort of outlet for that.

And that’s what you were doing here in the middle of the night.

“Shit.” You muttered lowly as you stepped out of the car and into the cold, dark street. You were shaking with nerves, You knew Dally would’ve wandered off to Buck’s.

You could feel suggestive stares looking in your direction as you hugged your arms tightly around your middle, you were shaking- and it wasn’t from the cold.

“Hey girl!” a voice boomed from the other side of the road, him and his buddies were walking over to you, bottles of beer in each of their hands. They were drunkenly staggering, clumsily falling over their uncoordinated steps.

“What’re you doing out here on your lonesome?” Another asked as his buddy gave you a wolf whistle.

“Leave me alone” You tried to keep your voice stern, but you were so damn scared you couldn’t think straight. You looked straight ahead hoping to all that was holy that they’d leave you alone.

These parts of Tulsa, they were the worst and you were stupid to think you’d make it to Buck’s in one piece.

“You know you want it baby…” They were getting closer, all four of them were a few steps away. “Come on… I bet you’d never had a soc before, huh?”

You’d recognized them. They had gone to the same school you had. They were upperclassmen, one was even a valedictorian. The teachers used to look at them and see future presidents, they saw businessmen, men they thought would change America… but now they looked at them and they saw bums. Overly privileged boys who still lived by the grace of their parents.

You tried not to scream when you felt a hand slam down on your shoulder, you shut your eyes tight, getting ready for whatever was to come… you expected to feel one of them pressed up against you, instead, you heard Dally’s rough voice cascading through the almost empty streets.

“She’s with me” You opened your eyes the moment you heard the click of Dally’s prized switch blade.

They were backing away with their hands help up in defeat, you knew that they could probably take Dally… they probably knew that too, but they also knew Dally wouldn’t go down without one hell of a fight. He wouldn’t go down unless one of them came down with him.

Everyone in this town knew that Dallas Winston didn’t mess around.

Dally’s hold on your shoulder didn’t loosen, he backed you into the street wall and glared down at you.

“Do you have a death wish, huh? Are you looking to get murdered, or raped.” He spat the word out with as much venom as the most lethal snake in the world. He hated men who did that. He hated men who though it was okay to do that to a woman.

“No.” You whispered, tears were brimming up in your eyes. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were still so scared. If Dally hadn’t of shown up… you didn’t want to think about what would’ve happened. “I was looking for you.”

He wanted to scream at you, he wanted to murder each of those Soc’s in the most brutal way possible, but you needed him.

“I found you, I’m here… you’re okay.” He pressed you close to him and rubbed your back gently.

“They were going to-” He didn’t let you finish your sentence, he hushed you immediately.

“They didn’t. I will never let anything bad happen to you, ever, you dig? I will always be here.”

“July the 8th.” You murmured against his ear softly as you clutched onto his strong body.

“What?” He was dumbfounded, he was wondering if somehow you had managed to bump your head and give yourself one hell of a concussion. He searched for the blood in the darkness of the twilight.

“That’s when I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Is- is that a yes?” He pulled away from the embrace so he could stare down at you in disbelief. “You’ll marry me?”

“I’ll marry you. I couldn’t imagine my life with someone else.”

“You’ll never have to find out.” He picked you up in the air, and he’d deny this if you ever mentioned it, but he spun you around and pressed his lips to yours clumsily. “God I love you.”