well at least i try really hard

i haven’t made my own studyblr post in nearly a year…*sighs*

Well here’s an update of my study space/room if anyone is interested! the last time i posted a photo of this area, it didn’t have all those photos on the walls. But i’m really glad i have them now because every time i’m staying up super late at night trying to plow through some procrastinated homework, looking at all the different pictures makes my mood at least a little bit better :-) 

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types as people i’ve met irl (infp pov)


- in a constant loop between “you know what FUCK SOCIETY I WILL LIVE MY LIFE HOWEVER I WANT AND DO WHATEVER I WANT” and “i still lowkey want to please people around me and not cause too much conflict tho”

- that thing when an ESFP starts describing a situation and they play out all people in it and they do it SO GOOD and it’s SO FUNNY do they all do that

- at the centre of attention is where they will be

- somehow doesn’t exactly belong to any group but is considered a part of every group

- me: oh yesterday I’ve met /that person you have no chances of knowing/


me: how

- is never home but somehow manages to sleep?????


- BEST LITERARY TASTES. If ENFP tells you to read that book you go read that book I’m telling you

- “and they told me to do it but you know it’s stupid so i’m not gonna do it”

- can be super annoyed by people they love, but remains loyal to their group

- angry with all their body, vivid gestures included. generally they are moving all the time.

- somehow pretty charismatic and it looks like they feel easy in a leader position

- life isn’t a competition EXCEPT FOR WHEN IT IS


- i know only one and they are the class president somehow??????



- awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

- puns

- i mean puns, ready to write to you at 3 AM just to proudly write a pun they’ve just come up with

- oh no you are sad??? it’s okay they will bake cookies or smh

- the more personal conversation gets the more “lmao” there is

- you can say when they feel happy to be around you and it’s just so adorable

- they are so smart & try to act like they aren’t & everyone can see they are smart anyway so you failed, entp

- entp: i’m going to try doing that new thing and it will be awesome and i will love it!

entp, later: it sucks

entp, even more later: NO YOU KNOW IT WAS COOL ALL ALONG

- *drinks awful juice for the first time* *eats awful meal for the first time* “ohhh it’s… pretty good!”

- really happy to be a part of some group but won’t say it out loud

- “and it was THEN when my Fe destroyed me!!”


- looks pretty egocentric & has the lowest self-esteem around

- “if I don’t like it I won’t do it, it’s just that easy”

- they are all attention whores (me too, infps)

- w r i t i n g



- after reading this will probably try explaining to me why the math comparison was wrong and didn’t fit

- have such a hard time expressing their feelings

- if they like you and they can talk to you about their day they are so happy? just talk about what they were doing, really.

- “i feel bad? well i guess i will just bottle it up forever”

- can be rly rly quiet & needs a lot of alone time

- there’s objective logic everywhere just let me find it logic is my bitch

- they will be frustrated if you don’t make sense to them but they will try to understand - if not because they like you then at least for science reasons because “what is that wild creature and why do they act like that, i must observe”

- “sarcasm is the only way I speak”



- when I start talking to an INTP the 7 hours long conversation is almost guaranteed

- they seem so genuinely interested in what you have to say and ask questions and stuff & what they say makes you genuinely interested as well because they have such an interesting knowledge on subjects you’ve never thought about

- “on the other side tho”

- puns

- on most subjects it’s really easy to convince them because they are always open to see the other side’s point of view

- usually remembers all you’ve told them but always asks if they remember correctly


intp, a day later: ON THE OTHER SIDE,

- “look at that dog!”

- mood swings

- so adorable just let me hug them all


- takes care of your shit since you’ve met them

- “NO YOU KNOW WHAT. I’M NOT DOING THIS SHIT FOR THEM THIS TIME. THEY WILL HAVE TO MANAGE IT ON THEIR OWN. I’M DONE HELPING THEM. *does this shit for them because of course they won’t manage it on their own so someone has to*”

- saves the world since they were born

- will try to help, joke about how they failed to help, beat themselves internally over how they failed to help


- you: *starts feeling bad*

INFJ, a second later, out of nowhere: hey are you okay?


- “i’ve been planning on reading/watching it one day since 2004 but I haven’t found any time since then”

- “my Fe can tolerate your stupidity but my Ni-Ti is so done”

- always done with humanity

- *snarky commentary*


- “so usually when I wake up I have a strict plan of how this day is going to look like and it’s extremely pissing off when something doesn’t go according to that plan”

- ISTJ: *is doing homework for ten hours*

me: do you maybe want to—


- somehow really wants to show you that you are important to them, even if they are awkward with feelings

- that smile they have when they talk about people they love doing stuff

- also that excited voice they have while doing so


- their anger is so cold and so visible

- some values are not to be touched!


- really really REALLY cares about people they like

- is really sensitive for their loved ones’ pain and really awkward when trying to comfort them but boy do they try

- that person that will come back for you after the group wanders off and you are left behind

- INTJ, about really hard situations they’ve been through: “this wasn’t such a big deal tho, I mean eh, it’s over now”


- ignorance pisses them off even more than it pisses off other human beings

- it’s Monday and my INTJ dad calls me when I’m at school.

me: yeah?

INTJ: hey, I have something important to tell you.

me: sure, what?

INTJ: could you pick up [your sister] from school-

me: sure

INTJ: –on Friday?

- “you know I just… don’t like it when something doesn’t go according to my plan”

- will plan everything for the trip before you try helping

anonymous asked:

I thought I was over of how bad s4 was but I'm not and it's now 4 am and I can't sleep. The thought that's making me loose sleep is why did they have to make Mary part of the team? It's just the two of them against the rest of the world, right? why did they have to love her and include her in the cases? Why can't at least Sherlock see how horrible she is? I know I'm being rediculous but it gets to me it really does

Hey same ridiculous insomniac anon do you know what gets to me too??? John cheating on Mary even if it’s texting… people argue that it’s in character he’s a womanizer after all but isn’t he the guy who’s loyal very quickly? What do you think?

Hi Nonny!

Yeah, I never understood why they went the route of making all of S4 essentially NOT about John and Sherlock. I liked the visuals of T6T and TLD, but Mary REALLY fucking killed it for me, especially the magical redemption arc they chose to give to her. The whole season felt really ooc for me, and Mary being more of Sherlock’s partner than John was REALLY rubbed me and many others the wrong way. The way the narrative was going, it SHOULD have been her being on the run FROM them, not working WITH them.

Because of this, I really, really feel like there is a false narrative at play here, that the entirety of S4 is being told like a blog entry (hence why they stopped the blog AND used the title of one of the entries to clue us into this fact) because of all the OOC-ness, inconsistencies, fourth wall breaking, “scene jumping” and the “fakeness” of Mary’s death and TFP. The season contains a sense of adventure,  is romanticized (though in the wrong direction), and fantastical elements, just like the blog. I found it SO bizarre that Sherlock CONSTANTLY kept saying “I’m Sherlock Holmes!”… just like John’s blog would have done. And TFP for me is John’s TAB, so there’s already an alternative narrative. Anyway, this went way off topic, but you get me. John’s blog is playing out on screen. Why, I don’t know; perhaps to show the general audience that not having John and Sherlock in the picture together doesn’t work, since most of the entries are told as if John is standing on the sidelines watching events unfold – ergo making the season seem very not-our-show. Plus, calling the first episode “The Six Thatchers” after a blog entry on John’s blog and ENDING the season with Mary narrating is so telling to me.

Second part of your ask: I AGREE. It’s really weird to me, simply because we SAW John was essentially done with dating by the end of ASiB because he was happy with whatever he could get with Sherlock. And it took him TWO YEARS to mourn Sherlock before he decided to move on, and for whatever reason, Mary was able to establish that trust with John within six months (I presume she emulated what she thought John wanted, but she’s a professional manipulator). He only stayed with Mary because he didn’t think Sherlock wanted what John wanted, and perhaps also some manipulation on Mary’s part, convincing John that Sherlock would never love him like she loved him.

So then when John is “cheating” I find it really OOC, if only because I just can’t see John ever wanting to get involved with anyone every again after the heartbreak of both Sherlock and Mary. Though, I still hold the belief that it’s really Sherlock John is texting in T6T, and we are told otherwise because of the false narratives (given that I think that the episodes are being told like a blog entry, it’s only natural to assume lies about the things truly happening are present). And maybe it was “just texting”, fine, but it just doesn’t really fit John’s character to me unless that person is Sherlock or unless John is doing another plan behind everyone’s backs with Mycroft (ie. the texting is coded and E is an associate of Mycroft). He has serious trust issues, even an emotional affair with some rando on the bus just doesn’t jive with his character arc they’ve built up over three seasons.

I don’t know. People say it’s in his character, but I just have a really hard time seeing it, especially since he knows the kind of person Mary is (killing Sherlock for trying to tip off John), like… I can’t imagine he would do that again. Mary’s complete shift from the character she was in S3 is what’s tipping me off the most about a false narrative, and as such we can assume the other characters may not be who they seem to be as well, at least in my opinion.

How To Become A Morning Person

Written by Ines  // Photo by Emma

Not many people are able to function properly in the morning, most of us hit the snooze button countless times even though we know we won’t feel any less tired after the 10 minutes when the alarm goes off again. And we usually end up being late. Here’s how you can improve your mornings by developing a calm, steady morning routine and by that lift your mood for the entire day.

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Don’t let people fool you, online applications are a joke and the Devil and really hard to flip into a successful job offer. If you’re lucky enough to get contacted for an interview after putting out at least 10 apps you’re doing something right. Even if you don’t get the job, if you interviewed well, make sure you remember the name of the people you talk to and stay in touch because you’re gonna need to know people who know people.

anonymous asked:

How do you think Zuko's and Katara's parenting styles would mix? I feel they'll have worldly kids but I wonder if they'll shield them more than they should. Zuko's childhood might make him less tolerant to the negative portions of growing up, making him downplay war, gray morality and court issues. Love the pairing but I think their kids may have skewed views of reality

Despite their young ages, we can get a good idea of Zuko and Katara’s parenting styles from watching the show. Several times, they take on the role of parent or mentor to younger (or at least less mature) children:

Lee (parent: Zuko). From “Zuko Alone,” we can gather that Zuko is more than willing to stand up for a kid not his own:

Gow: Hey! You throwing eggs at us, stranger?
Zuko: No.
Gow: You see who did throw it?
Zuko: No.
Soldier: That’s your favorite word, no?
Gow: Egg had to come from somewhere.
Zuko: Maybe a chicken flew over.

Zuko: (in a threatening tone) Let the kid go.

He is firm, but fair in instructing Lee. Zuko could have yelled at him or sent him away for touching his precious dao, but instead he teaches Lee the meaning behind the swords.

Sokka (parent: Katara). As if this speech weren’t enough:

Sokka: When our mom died, that was the hardest time in my life. Our family was a mess, but Katara, she had so much strength. She stepped up and took on so much responsibility. She helped fill the void that was left by our mom.

There are a million ways Katara looks out for her brother’s wellbeing.

Sewing his clothes back together while he runs his mouth.

Cutting off his supply of hallucinogenic beverage.

Taking care of him when he’s sick.

Katara: I’m sorry you’re feeling so down, but I hope you know none of us see you that way.

Lending him moral support.

And encouraging him to go on unnecessary shopping sprees when all else fails.

As you can see, Katara nurtures, disciplines, and indulges Sokka depending on what his physical and emotional needs are at the moment. Like any human being, Katara gets overwhelmed sometimes, and snaps at her brother when she shouldn’t. But overall, Katara is a top-notch caretaker to Sokka as well as a sibling.

Toph (parent: Katara). Katara is a helicopter parent when it comes to Toph–not because Toph is blind, but because she knows how little real parents Toph got in her own home growing up. She tries to get Toph to understand the “power of teamwork”:

Katara: So, Toph, usually when setting up camp we try to divide up the work.
Toph:  Hey, don’t worry about me, I’m good to go.
Katara:  Well, actually, what I’m trying to say is, uh, some of us might fetch water while someone else might set up the fire pit or put up the tent. Even Momo does his fair share.

And points out that Toph’s acting out is a symptom of Toph missing her parents:

Katara: Ah, I see. You’re acting like this because of your parents.
Toph:  Whatever.
Katara: They were controlling over you, so you ran away, and now you act like your parents don’t exist. You act like you hate them, but you don’t. You just feel guilty.
Toph: I do hate them!
Katara: I don’t think so. I think you miss them. But you just don’t want to deal with that, so instead, you act like this crazy person.

Katara invades Toph’s privacy to dig up the wanted notice that puts them all in danger. But she admits her guilt and tries her best to patch things up:

Katara: I can’t believe I was so stupid. See, this is exactly why I’m against these scams. I knew this would happen.
Toph: But…this was your idea.
Katara: I know. I wanted to show you that I’m not so motherly. I wanted to show you that I can have fun too.
Toph: Katara, you are fun. If nothing else, you’re at least fun to argue with.
Katara: I know your relationship with your parents is complicated, and I shouldn’t have said what I said.
Toph: It’s ok. I was really mad when you said that because; well, because maybe it’s true. I try not to think about it, but when I left, I probably really hurt them.

We can see in the dialogue above how hard it is for Katara to be a kid and Team Mom at the same time. Her no-nonsense parenting butts heads with her desire not to be seen by her fellow kids as the unfunny, boring one. But she keeps trying her best, and in the end it works out. Katara is nosy, but also willing to change her own behavior when her parenting has a negative effect.

Aang (parents: Zuko and Katara). I don’t think there is any need to go into how much Aang is mothered by Katara throughout the series; in fact, I’ve done a whole post on it already. Despite not doting on Aang every single moment of his existence, Zuko’s parenting technique is actually much healthier than Katara’s. It’s also a good counter to the idea that Zuko would be so afraid of disciplining his children that he would let them walk all over him. Watch him train with his new student:

Zuko: I know you’re nervous,but remember… firebending in and of itself is not something to fear.
Aang: Ok. Not something to fear.
Zuko:  But if you don’t respect it, it’ll chew you up and spit you out like an angry komodo rhino!

(Cut to Aang who gives a yelp of fear)

Zuko: Now show me what you’ve got. Any amount of fire you can make.

And when he and Aang are meeting the Masters:

Zuko: Your flame’s gonna go out because it’s too small. You’re too timid. Give it more juice.
Aang: But what if I can’t control it?
Zuko: You can do it. I know you can. You’re a talented kid.

Zuko is, again, firm but fair, and encourages Aang when he shows improvement. While he would be understandably wary of punishing children, he is under no illusions about how hard and dangerous the world can be, even for someone as young as Aang. He understands that leaving Aang unprepared by pampering him would expose Aang to greater danger in the long run.

But Katara … oh, Katara definitely has problems with discipline where Aang is concerned. She doesn’t know how to stop giving Aang time and attention, and she doesn’t know how to do tough love, at least not towards the Avatar. I would argue that Katara is too wrapped up in seeing Aang as a symbol of hope who can do no wrong in her eyes to give Aang an honest assessment of who he is. She does provide a lot of hand-holding and emotional support that Zuko would be uncomfortable with, so if she were and Zuko were parenting Aang together, he might turn out OK. Still, there is no evidence that Katara would spoil a non-Avatar child, so I’m inclined to count Aang as an outlier due to his status as the Avatar.

Together, Katara and Zuko’s parenting styles combine support, discipline, encouragement, attention, comfort, protection, education, and love. They support the interests of the kids under their care and do their best to protect them from harm. But they also help the kids protect themselves–both by encouraging their fighting skills, and by creating as safe of an environment as they can within the group, while fighting a very unsafe war.


I just really want to make a post about how amazing and caring Zhan Zheng Xi is. He apparently gets into fights often and acts really tough, but when we see him like that he does it because he cares.
I also wonder if he knows by now how Jian Yi feels about him, he at least has to know that Jian Yi is gay. I got the feeling that he might have thought the kiss was Jian Yi trying it out.
I imagine after the kiss he started thinking about what it meant, maybe considering if he felt something for Jian Yi as well. Zhan Zheng Xi’s character was really built around Jian Yi, most (if not all)of his actions involve Jian Yi, it makes it hard to imagine him with anyone else.
He acts pretty intimate with Jian Yi too, like when he hold his hand and pulls him in for hug out of his own free will.
Zhan Zheng Xi accepts Jian Yi for who he is, even of he may not be able to return his feelings (yet).
He never pushes Jian Yi away and keeps trying to understand what he is feeling. Jian Yi is the one trying to hide what he is feeling, Zhan Zheng Xi notices this and constantly tries to get him to share his troubles so he can help him.
I can’t get over how much he cares for his best friend, he really is an awesome character that would definetly go to the ends of the earth to help Jian Yi.
Thinking about later on when Jian Yi goes missing, and since there is still quite some time until it happens, I wonder how their relationship would have evolved until then and how Zheng Xi would be affected. He would probably be devestated, searching day and night, unable to function properly for a long time after.
I feel like I rambled a lot haha…but Zhan Zheng Xi is one of my favorite characters. He deserves so much more credit, he is so reliable and caring, I literally stay up at night thinking about how amazing this kid is!!
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welcometomomuniverse  asked:

Hi, I'm doing some research right now in regards to fans imagining of harry potter. you were the first blog i found to suggest the idea that harry could be Indian. Do you have any specific headcanons in regards to this? Or what it means to you to have him be Indian? It's okay if you're not comfortable answering. Thanks.

This is a really great idea! I hope your research goes well. 

Well I began to imagine Harry as being half Indian because Harry as a character reminds me of my brother (who like me is half Indian). I always saw him as looking sort of like Dan in terms of skin colour and hair colour. 

It was only through Tumblr that I really started to look more deeply into it. A lot of people had Harry as mixed race in their minds and seeing all that art and those ideas allowed me to explore my own thoughts on it. 

Reading the books again (I read them at least once a year), I realised how meaningful it was that the Dursleys had never liked or approved of James Potter. They seemed to see Lily as having lowered herself by marrying him. To me, as a child of an Indian father and English mother, I KNOW that reaction very well. Sometimes it’s not said, but it’s implied and it gets to you. People called James lazy and basically hinted that he wasn’t good enough for Lily (Snape and Petunia mostly) which is a sure sign he was brown, because as far as I can see James was a good man who adored his wife and son. A lot of people will unfortunately always go out of their way to try and make brown men look bad. Not to mention that Snape’s superiority complex was so deep that I find it hard to believe that it just came from the fact James was cruel to him at school. I honestly believe it was partly because Snape held racist beliefs (at least when he was younger). He never could take it that Lily had chosen James over him. 

The stuff about Harry’s dark, messy hair seemed to fit too, because in our family we all have dark hair that curls. My brother’s hair curls if it grows long enough, and my dad has really thick dark hair as well. 

Then there’s how the Dursleys used to try and hide Harry’s appearance from the neighbours, which implied he looked noticeably different to his family. I always got the impression the Durselys and their neighbours were UKIP sort of people. You know, the sort who wouldn’t say they were racist but would be suspicious if they saw a brown person in a shop. 

I know the reason the Dursleys don’t tell Harry about James is because of the magic, but I also like to think that part of the reason was that they wanted to bring him up like a ‘nice English boy’ and keep him from his father’s culture. Everything about them screams trying desperately to make Harry ‘normal’ and to them ‘normal’ would probably mean trying to erase his links to his heritage. He might have found power and solace in that, and they wouldn’t have wanted that.

There’s also the fact that before James was murdered, he was making sparks of light fly from his wand to make baby Harry laugh. In 1981 (the year of the murders) Diwali would have fallen on October 27th, which is only 3 days before Halloween, when James was making the sparks. I personally feel this could have been to do with Diwali, since it is the festival of lights. 

Last (that I can think of right now) is how Harry’s eyes always stand out to people. They are obviously striking, and I think him being brown skinned and dark haired and having his mother’s green eyes would make that more prominent. My brother has green-ish eyes (inherited from our mother), despite the fact most of our Indian family (me included) all have dark brown. It’s definitely noticeable and something you might comment on. 

Thanks for the question by the way! These aren’t all my original headcanons, but I can’t really source them because they’ve come about through reading the ideas of lots of people and forming my own ideas for Harry through them. 


Hickeys (Smut)


Request: Can you do a smut where you wake up next to shawn after a hot night and he wakes you up with hickeys and morning sex ? (Obviously you gave him consent to wake you up like this before haha) ?

Word Count: 1,773


I felt the sunlight from the window burn into my skin. Whenever Shawn was the last one to go to bed, he always forgot shutting the curtains. It never woke him up when the room started to become light, but it always ended up pulling me out of my sleep.

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Ship it - Jared Padalecki x Reader

Title: Ship it

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: YN plays the younger Winchester since season 1 and always had a huge fanbase. Her and Jared fall in love , got married and have kids and the fans are just crazy over them that gives Wincest a whole new meaning? &  jared/reader and she’s an actress on the show since the beginning. They’re married for 5yrs and its also her birthday while they’re at a con and during hers and J2’s panel she tells jared she’s pregn

Originally posted by the-winchester-cult

“Because it is just no Winchesters panel without all three of us here!” Jensen grinned as Jared brought a chair for you to sit next to him.You kissed his cheek and he gave you and adorable dimpled smile as he sat next to you and the entire crowd awed.

“A kiss to the birthday girl!” Jensen said with a wide smile through the microphone as the crowd cheered all the more and you laughed shyly. You heard many happy birthdays and giggled as you saw the smile also on your husband’s face as he took your hand and kissed the top of it.

“Kinda feeling old now.” you chuckled as they laughed “And I am the youngest Winchester huh?”

“But now that we are talking about it-” Jensen looked at Jared for a moment with a mischievous grin “You all Wincest shippers must be going crazy huh?” and the crowd sheered as you and Jared laughed.

“Although I- I don’t take part in this shipping contests-” you spoke through your microphone “I gotta say I have never shipped Jared more with anyone else.”

“Of course!” Jensen exclaimed as Jared chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

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Look The Other Way

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Beta: None. You have been warned. :P

Warnings: None that I’m aware of.

Word count: 1978

A/N: This is for @outside-the-government‘s Winter Blues Challenge (Rules Here | Challenge Masterlist Here). My prompt is in bold.

“Explain to me why you skipped coming to see me about this and went straight to this alternative horseshit?” Dr. Leonard McCoy asked you, pulling the curtain back from around the bio bed, the rings scraping against the bar as he flung it closed behind him.

“Don’t yell at me,” you said between clenched teeth from where you were sitting on the bio bed. Seriously, the day was bad enough. Yelling at this point was just unnecessary cruelty.

“I yell because I care, dammit,” he said, quieter than before but certainly nowhere near a regular speaking voice as he approached the bio bed.

“Well, care a little more quietly. I’ve gone blind, not deaf.”  

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Dialogue Prompts

1) “Can’t you at least try?” “I am trying! I am trying so damn hard can’t you see it? Can’t you see that this is killing me too?” 

2) “I’m sorry … I should’ve said something.” 

3) “I can’t do this anymore.” 

4) “Oh love, I know it doesn’t seem like it now but it’s all going to be okay.” 

5) “What will it take to get you to believe me?” 

6) “Close your eyes, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” 

7) “I just wanted to fix it …” “Well you didn’t really do that, now did you?” 

8) “I didn’t want to hurt you.” 

9) “Do you always have to work late?” “The world of ghost hunting waits for no man!” 

10) “Listen, this is all going to sound very crazy and none of it is going to make sense but this is a matter of life and death, I need all the fiberglass cables you have right now!” “Are you the high school drama teacher?” “I was but I got fired, I really can’t explain, this is seriously a matter of life or death!” 

11) “Do you know how to dance?” “No …” “Come here, I’ll teach you. Nothing like dancing well the world is ending.” 

12) “What’s with you and fire?” “My family all perished in a fire when I was young. I was the only survivor.” “Whoa, seriously?” “No, I just don’t fucking like it, Bob.” 

13) “Don’t listen to them.” “That’s easy to say when you aren’t the one they’re yelling at.” 

14) “I need your help with something.” “On a scale of jay walking to murder how illegal is it?” “Ummm … where does flooding a senators house fall?” “Say no more, I’m in.” 

15) “I didn’t want it to be like this …” “Then why did you do it?” “I was angry.” 

16) “It’s just a school dance.” “And outer space is just a deep dark void of unknown.” “How is that relevant?” “Weren’t we talking about spaceships?” “Like four hours ago?” “Shit, I think I accidentally time traveled again.” 

17) “What circle of hell did I just walk into?” 

18) “Mom? I made a mistake, I need help …” 

19) “You should’ve called me.” “I thought you were still mad at me.” “I am! But you almost died. Almost dying tops missing a date. I’ll be mad at you later, but right now I’m here.” 

20) “Don’t ever let anyone take away your smile. That means they win.” 

Little One - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Originally posted by namelessmasha

Words: 1891
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: fighting?
Requested by anon.
Could you write one where the reader is the youngest of the avengers, so they treat the reader like their baby sibling. They get especially protective when Pietro pops up and starts showing interest in the reader ??
A/n: I really love this request, just, it’d be so cool. Honestly though, just protective Tony and Thor, I love it.

You were sitting on your bed reading your favorite book, minding your own business. Nothing was really going on that involved your help. You’re sure that there was probably some meeting going on in the facility, you just weren’t needed. So you had time to yourself, like you do everyday.

Sometimes you don’t get told when part of the team is going on a mission. They sometimes don’t want you to go out in fear that you’ll be hurt. Which you always reply with “Have you even seen my abilities?” And you usually get the reply of “You’ve barely even grown into them!”

One of the biggest cons of being the youngest- at merely almost twenty years old.

From time to time, being the youngest of the avengers- at nineteen- really rocked. You got what you wanted and were able to do whatever the hell you felt like. You were treated as the little sibling everyone loved and it was hard to get mad at you- even if you did cause trouble from time to time. But sometimes, it really sucked. You’d be called the ‘little one’ even though, you were turning twenty in less than a month. But no matter how old you are, you’ll always be the youngest of the group.

You were brought out of your daydreams when you heard someone outside of your room. “What is in there?” Was heard. What a weird accent.

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I was bored on my way to uni, so I decided to mull over some fake banter between Asala (the elf-blooded teenage daughter of one of my Qunari Inquisitors, Taashath Adaar) and the companions, should she tag along on missions.


Asala: So you’re like the Qunari-Qunari, are you? All right and proper?

Bull: [chuckles] Oh, I am seldom proper, kid. But yes, I follow the Qun.

Asala: You know, my Da’s not that different from you.

Bull: [grunts disapprovingly]

Asala: No, but you see: you’d think he’d be able to do anything he wants without you Bennies watching over him? Well, nah! With a face and horns like those, you can only be a merc, and nothing else! It’s like a role - only instead of the Qun, it’s assigned to you by humans, and you can never escape! You can’t be an artist, or a baker, or a tailor… Did you know that my Da is actually great at making lace? He…

Taashath: Asala!

Asala: Fine, fine… Shutting up.

Bull: [thoughtfully to himself] Bennies…


Cassandra: When I was your age, I had already spent many years training as a Seeker.

Asala: Is that why you are so uptight? Jealous that I get to have fun and you didn’t?

Cassandra: [disgusted noise] My point is that you could at least try learning to be more disciplined. Your father worries about you; it… it distracts him from his duties.

Asala: Yeah, well, so do you, but you don’t see me prattling to you about discipline, yeah?

Varric (if in party): Hah! Good retort, Braids!

Cassandra: I… I don’t know what you mean… How could I possibly…

Asala: Go discipline your cheekbones, Lady Seeker. They are too distracting.


Vivienne: If I were you, my dear, I’d spend less time around that Sera character.

Sera (if in party): She’s not a baby, yeah? She can pick whatever friends she likes, with no help from bossy bitches like you!

Vivienne: All those… unseemly pranks, races around the keep in the middle of the night - and you are picking up some of her mannerisms, too! That is quite unbecoming for the Inquisitor’s daughter.

Asala: But I swear I saw you smile when I did that thing to Cullen!

Vivienne: It was… mildly amusing, yes - but that is not my point, darling.

(If Sera is in party) Asala and Sera together: No breeches!


Asala: Hey, can I poke you for a moment?

Solas: Not in the literal sense, I hope?

Sera (if in party): Aww look, Master Egghead is still upset about the tadpoles in his mug!

Asala: No… I just thought you might look at this for me. It’s, um, a bracelet - but I can’t put it on cuz my wrists are too big, so I wear it on a chain like an amulet of sorts. It belonged to my mother.

Solas: It has… Elvhen writing on it.

Asala: Sure it does! My mother was an elf!

Sera (if in party): Eww, I knew you were part elfy, but I never figured you’d be hold-on-to-weird-junk sorta elfy!

Solas: And I suppose you want me to translate it for you? Very well. I shall examine it when we are in a quieter place.


Sera (if she was in party during the previous banter): Hey, ‘bout last time. I… I sorta take it back and all. You are all right, even with the elfy junk bits!

Taashath: You make it sound like she should be ashamed of her mother!

Sera: Whoah, don’t go all red-eyed on me!

Asala: Da, she didn’t mean anything by it.

Sera: Sure I did! I meant s'all good!

Taashath: Hmph. All the same, think before you talk next time.

Vivienne (if in party): Sometimes you are impossibly demanding, my dear.


Solas: That inscription on your mother’s bracelet - it is a prayer to Mythal. I translated the whole text and sent my notes up to your quarters.

Asala: Oh, thanks Egg… I mean Solas. After all these years, we’ll finally know what it means! Even my mother herself could only make out a couple of words. Right, Da?

Taashath: Yes. Most of the folks in Liliel’s alienage could barely read common, let alone the language of the ancient elves.

Solas: That is… Most unfortunate.

Sera (if in party): Ya know what’s unfortunate? Going this long without food! I think I’ll go shoot a ram or somethin’.


Asala: You know, Blackwall, the way you go on, I could make a sport of dangling off a cliff to see who runs faster to catch me, you or Da.

Taashath: Don’t even think about it!

Blackwall: Your safety is not a joking matter!

Asala: Ugh, why do you never loosen up around me? Is it something about my face? My voice? Me being taller than you?

Blackwall: You are the Inquisitor’s child. My first duty is to protect you.

Asala: This child is seven-bloody-teen years old, thank you very much.

Blackwall: I thought your father said you had only turned sixteen recently.

Asala: I’ll get back on that when you’re less boring.


Asala: Hey Bull, are there singers under the Qun? Or writers?

Bull: That what you wanna be, kid?

Asala: Yeah, kinda… But have you ever seen a Vashoth singer anywhere?

Bull: Can’t say I have. Unless you count drunken singing in taverns.

Asala: Do you think the Qunari Tama… things would have picked the right role for me? The role that matches what I wanna do with my life?

Taashath: Don’t put any ideas into her head, Bull!

Bull: Wasn’t going to, boss. Like I said, the Qun is not for everyone. That teenage rebellion thing your kid likes doing - probably wouldn’t end well.


Varric: These poems you write, Braids - they are pretty good.

Asala: Wow, really?

Varric: You actually make the words rhyme without making the whole thing seem like one of those grating kiddy songs.

Asala: Hah, I don’t suppose there are too many kiddy songs about gravestones and doomed lovers and such.

Taashath: About that… I could never get why you have to make all your stuff so dark!

Varric: She’s a teenager, Floofy. Writing dark poetry is part of her job description. But unlike some teenagers, she is actually good at it.


Cassandra: I… I happened to be passing by when Varric was looking at your last poem, and accidentally glanced over his shoulder.

Asala: Oh? So now you’re gonna tell me that poetry’s undisciplined too?

Cassandra: No, I just… Why did that woman’s husband have to die?

Asala: So she’d mourn him and break the reader’s heart?

Varric (if in party): Don’t bother, Braids. The Seeker only accepts happily-ever-afters.

Cassandra: That is… the most ludicrous reasoning I ever heard! Besides, she had plenty of opportunity to come to his aid in that battle! If she had flanked the enemies that he had engaged…

Asala: She isn’t based on you, you know. Because that would mean her hubby’s based on Da, and I can’t kill off my own father!

Cassandra: [disgusted noise]


Dorian: I hear you made quite a scene at the execution site.

Asala: Hah, I sure did! Shame you weren’t there to see it!

Dorian: I deemed drinking myself witless to be a far more pleasant pastime than watching your father cut off my former mentor’s head.

Taashath: Dorian, we’ve been over this.

Dorian: With you, yes. But not with the girl. She deserves a personal thank you for standing up to a certain valiant leader.

Asala: I am great at that. Years of practice.

(Some time later)

Dorian: I wonder… What exactly did you say to change his mind?

Asala: Well, Da ranted on and on about how your hooded friend turned me into a dead chunk of red lyrium in the bad future, and how hurt and angry he was. And I said, 'So now you know how he is feeling!’. And then Da made this droopy face he is making now and…

Taashath: Will you two please change the subject?

Dorian: Very well. Pray tell me, young Asala, what are your sentiments towards grapes?


Cole: Flowing, rhythmic patterns, cryptic but beautiful, how does he do it? You… You really like the way I talk?

Asala: Of course I do! It’s like you’re brimming over with poetry all the time!

Cole: I just try to sort through things I hear. It’s hard sometimes, when people are so solid and are hurting too loudly. I… may not make a lot of sense.

Asala: Hey, I don’t make a lot of sense either! We can start a club!


Blackwall: And then he said: but at least the turkey still has its tail!

Asala: Hah, finally! I knew you were not completely hopeless! What a great un-boring story!

Blackwall: It’s from my old army days.

Asala: Huh, I thought army humour would be dirtier.

Blackwall: It is. I had to censor it somewhat so your father wouldn’t kill me.

(Some time later)

Asala: What about Grey Warden humour? Is it dirty too?

Blackwall: Well… The thing is, by the time I joined the Wardens, I had lost some of my boyish penchant for amusing tales.

Asala: Too bad… Well, army humour it is, then! Do I get to hear the uncensored version when I turn eighteen?

Taashath: Asala!


(After the cutscene where Dorian tells Taashath that Felix died)

Dorian: It was you, wasn’t it?

Asala: Salt sprinkles on Josie’s chocolate? Yeah, it was me. But I only added a little!

Dorian: No, I mean that poem on Alexius’ desk. The one about the man who planted a tree and then, when it withered, remembered how he had sat in its shade? He told me about it this morning.

Asala: I have no idea what you’re talking about! Trees! Shade! I’d never write such sappy nonsense!

Dorian: You brought the man who almost destroyed the world to the verge of tears. That is quite an accomplishment, young lady - and I say that as an incredibly accomplished person myself.


Asala: So… You and Da - did you do the bnb thing or what?

Cassandra: Bnb? What manner of teenage jargon is this?

Asala: Oh, you know… Birds and bees.

Cassandra: Birds and… Oh! Oh, I see!

Taashath: Asala, leave the Lady Seeker alone!

Asala: Still Lady Seeker, huh? So I guess you didn’t do it… What’s stopping you? I mean, you have the hots for each other - it’s sooo obvious!

Taashath: Asala, stop this - or so help me, when we return to Skyhold, you’re grounded!


Cole: Woke up from a nightmare again. Demons, calling, clawing, constricting; Uldred’s eyes, bottomlessly black, suddenly not two but a dozen; Meredith bathed in crimson. And then - soft, soothing, shimmering, rainbows dancing over his bed. It had been so long since he started the morning with a smile.

Taashath: What are you talking about, Cole?

Asala: We put shards of coloured glass into the holes in Cullen’s ceiling. Now they both protect him from the rain and give off pretty light!

Taashath: Wait, have you been climbing the roof?

Cole: She didn’t fall. She didn’t die. Today is another day when she didn’t die.

Asala: Yeah… Thanks for this cheery thought, Cole.

Cole: It wasn’t me. It was your father.


Dorian: The books I ordered from Tevinter have finally arrived.

Asala: Does this mean you’ll give me a lesson tonight?

Dorian: Of course. You already have those Orlesian volumes, don’t you? Southern historians are biased against Tevinter; our historians are biased against the rest of the world… It will be educational to pit them against one another.

Asala: And fun!

Taashath: Wait, did my daughter just call learning fun?

Dorian: Why the tone of surprise? What did you try to teach her?

Taashath: How to run a merc company.

Dorian: Well, there you have it!


Asala: Um, Cassandra… If you hesitate about Da because of me - please don’t.

Cassandra: Because of you?

Asala: Yeah, like… If you worry that I’ll hate you for stealing him and replacing my mother and all.

Cassandra: Nothing could be further from my mind! Even if my relationship with the Inquisitor wasn’t strictly professional!

Asala: Well, in case it ever stops being 'strictly professional’ - I don’t even remember my mother. Da raised me alone. And I actually think it’d be good for him to have someone in his life. Take care of the stupid old fella and all.

Taashath: I heard that!


(After Taashath saves the Chargers)

Asala: Hey, Bull… Don’t look so glum! Remember that time you said the Qun isn’t for everyone? Maybe it wasn’t for you too. It just took you this long to figure out.

Bull: Hmph. And what do you suppose is for me then?

Asala: Maryden put some of my poems to music. She’ll be singing them tonight at the tavern. Krem will come, and the other Chargers. I think if you come too, you’ll understand what is for you.

Bull: Huh, I think you spend too much time round Cole. That cryptic shit is beginning to rub off.

Taashath: Bull, what did I tell you?

Bull: Oh, right, boss - don’t swear in front of the kid! Fuck, I’m sorry!


(After Revelations)

Asala: You know, it’s kinda funny.

Blackwall: What is?

Asala: I heard stories about the Grey Wardens plenty of times when I was a kid, with the Blight having recently ended and all. And when I met you, you were just like I imagined the Grey Wardens should be.

Blackwall: And now… I have disappointed you.

Asala: What? No! The Grey Wardens are gonna disappoint me from now on, if they don’t pull off all this amazing noble-warrior-atoning-for-his-past stuff!

Blackwall: You… You don’t know the whole story, do you?

Asala: I know enough to believe that you deserve sticking around with our Inquisition. And you can always tell me the uncensored version when I am eighteen, right?


Cassandra: Are you feeling better now? Have you asked Vivienne for a potion?

(If Vivienne is in party) Vivienne: She has indeed, my dear. But such things are generally not discussed in public.

(Otherwise) Asala: Sure! But do we… do we have to discuss my darkspawn week in front of everyone?

Cassandra: I just wanted to make sure you were all right.

Asala: Aww, thanks, mom.

Cassandra: You do not have to call me ’m'am’.

Asala: I wasn’t.


(After Last Resort of Good Men)

Asala: Damn, Dorian.

Dorian: Was that expletive a sign of admiration for my good looks?

Asala: I mean… My Da yells at me sometimes, and tries to punish me when I mess up… And this makes me think that he is the meanest person in the world… But it’s nothing like what you went through, is it?

Dorian: Oh, there were plenty of temper tantrums on my part too.

Asala: And for good reason! Me, I’m just a selfish teenager who wants attention - but you… You are amazing and you deserve better!

Dorian: You are not exactly worthless yourself, young lady.


(After Bring Me the Heart of Snow White)

Vivienne: Bastien’s family shall be holding a musical salon as a tribute to both himself and his wife. I would very much like it if you attended, my dear.

Asala: Whaa- ? Really?

Vivienne: If your father gives you permission, of course. You have such a wonderful singing voice; it is wasted in the courtyards and bath houses of Skyhold.

Asala: But… Won’t they be scared of me being… me? Unless you give me a mask to wear, I suppose.

Vivienne: It will be a half-face mask only; otherwise how would you sing?

Asala: Oh.

Vivienne: Being who you are ought to be a source of strength, not weakness. Always remember that, darling.

RFA + Saeran find out MC smokes

So, quite a lot (a lot for me at least thaaaanks for thaaat :^) ) people seemed to enjoy my last headcanon (RFA + Saeran are watching a horror - movie with MC ) so i decided to make another one! i rly hope no one minds that
P.S. btw, i’m totally out of ideas right now, so if you have any great ideas, feel free to share them! (i mean only if you want to of course) i would be happy to hear them c:

Something weird is going on 
- You look really pale most of the time 
- And for some reason you started to carry chew-gum 
It looks like you try really hard to hide something 
- So one day he comes a bit earlier from work 
- “What’s this?” 
- He trembles as he openes the little white box, that he found lying on the couch 
- … 
Someone is going to get a lecture this evening 

Well, at least you don’t have to hide it now 
- He always starts to nag at you when you smoke near him 
But you know that he just really worries about you 
- You tried to explain that it’s the same bad habit as his gaming one 
Well first of all it isn’t a bad habit second of all it isn’t a habit at all! 
Yeah more of an addiction 
- So you made a bet 
- Who can get rid if their addiction first 
- And ironically enough 
- You won 
And somehow he was really happy about it 

- Rehearsal were cancelled today 
- So he was early home this time 
- As he came in, he saw you standing at the balcony 
- You were moving your hand to your mouth back and forth 
He was really surprised 
- “MC?” 
- You turned around 
Something tiny and white fell from your fingers 
- He came up to you and picked the cigarette that fell down
- “Are those mine?” 
- You were so surprised you couldn’t answer 
Is he mad? 
- Is he disappointed? 

- You couldn’t tell so you just stood there, surprised 
But he just smiled at you warmly 
- “And i was wondering where they were vanishing” 
- What? 
- “Y… You are not mad at me?” 
- He looked at you questioningly 
-”Why would i?” 
- “But i will hide my cigs better next time” 
You laughed unwillingly 

- You always steal each others cigs as revenge, which is somehow cute 
- Zen struggles so much between the nice evenings where you two smoke on the balcony and talk about life 
- And your health 
- So although he really enjoys the time he gets to spend with you 
- He still wants you to quit and really worries about you 

- Jumin gave her a longer break this time (Thanks Jumin)
- So she, no surprise, decided to go home, and enjoy her little time with you
- As she stepped inside, she heard you sharing a conversation with someone over the phone
- So she decided, to not greet you, since she didn’t want to interrupt you (so respectful *0* )
- Instead, she just silently walked towards the sound source
- As she entered the kitchen, she stopped
- She gazed, how you extinguished the cigarette
It was like lightning hitting her body
- You were just about to hang up, when you spotted her
- …

Let me tell you something
Being lectured by Jaehee is the worst
Because you literally burn
With shame
- Jaehee wasn’t angry
- Or mad
- Not at all
She was schocked
- For how long?
- And why did you keep it a secret?
So many questions
Whenever you want to smoke, she takes your hands and makes a really sad face
- “Do you really have to?”
It is really hard to resist Jaehee’s sad face
Really hard
- S
o you quited after two weeks
Jaehee is a genius (or a wizard, we’ll never know)

- Someone had a really boring meeting
- So boring, that this particular “someone” decided to shamelessly escape home to spend his precious time with precious you
- He steps inside the flat
- The atmosphere feels really dull, too
- As he hangs his coat on the hanger, he notices something white and tiny sticks out of your pocket
- He didn’t pay attention to it
- Sounds of poundin water reached the kitchen, where Jumin poured himself some wine and made himself comfortable
- He was tired.
- The pounding water sounds suddenly stopped.
- It seems you are coming out of the shower.

- He just sat back and waited for you to notice
- You entered the kitchen with a tiny white box in your left hand, while your right was nervously looking for something in your phone
- You didn’t really notice the “refugee”
- You also seemed quite stressed
- You headed to the balcony, putting your phone next to your ear, while your other hand opened the tiny box
- Something white flashed between your teeth.
- Could that be…
- Jumins expression changed just for a second.
- But it expressed nearly everything he felt the second he saw MC holding a cigarette
- And it was not pleasing at all.

- Your voice ripped him from his thoughts
- It seems you are arguing with someone over the phone
- He waited patiently
- You turned around. Looks like you were about to finish the conversation. Good.
You lifted your head and noticed, that you were not alone all along
- It hit you like lightning
- You cried out. Silence
- It was so silent
- Even from that long distance Jumin could hear the cigarette faling down on the cold floor.
- He stood up - “Well that was taking a while. I started wondering when you would finish
- You tried squeezing words out of you. Failure.
- “You know for sure, that you shouldn’t do this. It hurts your health
- Your voice. It’s gone. Why is it not there?

- Jumin left the room


Author’s note: uuuhhh i’m sorry for this ending i’m very unsatisfied too ; ____ ;
It’s just that it was too long, but i checked it hundred times and i couldn’t find anything that i could cut or shorten and it was getting to long i’m so ssoooorrryyyy ; ___ ; i may write a potential sequel(?) to this one, since it’s basically a cliffhanger, or you might think of your own ending, feel also free to share it if you want to of course c: . okay, sorry, back to the HC

707/ Saeyoung
- He knew all along
- Your pale face, the strange smell and how you suspiciously went out for 5 minutes
- I mean c’mon he has Saeran, it’s really not that hard to spot the difference
It’s not that he didn’t care
- In fact, it’s on the oposite
- He was worried to bits
- But he really didn’t know how to point that out
- He didn’t want to pressure you, but the longer time he takes, the more you smoke and…
- He felt horrible
- But he knew he had to do something
- The next day he spotted a tiny white and red box on the counter
- “Huh?
- He took the box and read the thin black letters, written on top of it
- Well, that was it
- It was time to do it anyway
- But there still might be hope, right?

- Unwillingly, he lifted the top of the box, and found exactly what he expected to find, but nonetheless that was the last thing he wanted to see inside this box
- Cigarettes
- A grin suddenly took place on his face
You rounded the corner to grab the cigs from the counter
- But it looks someone was one step ahead of you
- He smiled softly “I guess it’s time to talk about this

- Even though he smiled, it was the easiest thing to understand that he wasn’t happy at all
- In fact, even the naivest person could understand how sad he was
- You lowered your eyes and said you’re sorry for keeping that a secret
- He took your hands - “I’m not angry. I was just wondering why you started in the first place
- You hesitated a little bit.You can’t keep it a secret forever.
- You told him that you were stressed, but you didn’t want to bother him with your problems, since you knew he had his own
- “MC
- You were about to say you’re sorry, but he interrupted you
- “MC look at me
- You lifted your head
- You thought he was gonna be angry or upset
-But he looked rather worried
- “Your problems wiil start bothering me, only when the stars vanish from the sky”
- You haven’t noticed how a smile appeared on your face.

- Saeyoung is basically the embodiment of the word support
- He always tries to cheer you up and always helps you with whatever it is
- (Sometimes secretly hides your cigarettes and encourages you to quit)
- When you’re spending time with him and you’re telling him you’re going out for a smoke
- He gives it his best to convince you to stay with him
- And holy guacamole that shit works every time
- You quitted after a month

- *Sigh*
- Your day was tiring for real
- No seriously you almost heard depression knockin on your door
- Your hand dived in yor coat pocket, fishing out a tiny blue box and a red lighter
- You headed straight to the balcony
- Reaching for the cigarette, you thought about Saeran
- He promised you he would come a bit later home today
-You felt ashamed for a second
- You really hate keeping secrets from him, but just imagining him finding out makes you upset
- “Oh, MC, you’re here! What are you doing here?”
-Oh no.
- You slowly turn around
- He’s quite happy.
- “I know i promised to be late, but things got settled down and –”
- He went silent all of a sudden
- It was silent for like three seconds, but it really seemed like an eternity
- His expression changed
He seems really pissed
- “What are you doing?!”
- PanicPanicPanicPanic
- He approached you and took the cigarette that you were holding in your hand
- “Why are you doing this?”
- You’re speechless.
- “ It really hurts your health, you know? You shouldn’t be doing this!”
- You tried to push words out of you, but it didn’t happen
- “And what are THOSE cigarettes? You could’ve at least asked me for proper ones”
- Wait a second what?
- He took out a pink little box out of hic pocket and handed you a cigarette
- You just gazed in amazement
- “What are you looking at? Take it”
- Oh, yeah. Right.
You mumbled a quick “thank you” and took the cigarette
- You decided that you’re not gonna smoke it quite yet

So now you made a promise to him that you’re gonna smoke only his cigs
- Which means you basically can smoke if he’s not agains it
- But you’re fine with it, since you know that jellybean just worries about you
- He even comes along occasionally
- Oh look at that sweet thing. What is it? Is he having fun with you?
- Still tho, he lets you smoke rarer and rarer, as time goes by
Eventually it becomes so rare that you accidentally quited
- He’s really really happy about it
- He’s actually smiling for the first time in a while!

Good god i finally finished it.
Really it took me so long to write this one, i’ve had it since november or something, but it was reaaly challenging and i reaaly had fun writing this one c: Sorry btw for this longass post but still tho i hoped you liked it (▔∀▔)
It didn’t turn out as well as i wanted it to, this HC is actually more… emotinal and maybe a little depressive, and i’m not really good with stuff like that, but let’s say i tried ( ´ ω ` )
anyway, thanks for reading it till the end, i hope you enjoyed it!

Does this make sense? | 04 (m)

pairing: min yoongi x reader, college! yoongi

genre/warnings: some type of fluff I guess, smut, drama, angst

words: 10,257

summary: you meet the mysterious Yoongi at a house party and no matter how uninterested you tell yourself that you are, you can’t say no to him. Can you end up changing his playboy ways, or will you just end up getting hurt?

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im-notcrazy12  asked:

Hey, this isn't an ask sorry. But nevermind the jealous anons. And don't worry about bothering people. You art work is good, better than some I seen. I mean your better than me because you had the courage to draw and post it! I couldn't dream of doing that. I did like your darkiplier drawing and I'm not just saying it. Proportions are off, but that's normal. (My bro is an artist he helps me) but truly, the colors and the design are well done. You should be proud of your hard work.

*Tasteful laughter* 

As much as I welcome constructive criticism, at least make it true! Proportions are off? Hah. Well, if you look at the original, unedited photo of Mark and compare it to my drawing, you will see that it’s actually pretty much flawless. Nice try, though.

I’ll be waiting for your apology.

(Okay, but silliness aside, thank you for your kindness.I really am trying hard to learn, and proportions are a hard one for me, but they’re slowly getting better. Thanks for reaching out, and have a wonderful day.)

Asche: “I need friends to become stronger.”

Asche: “I’m not really sure, since I don’t know much about my own species, or evolution methods in general…”

“But, as you may or may not know…”

Asche: “Or at least that’s what my friend told me.”

“I need to evolve to become stronger, so friendship or happiness is all what I need.”

“It seemed easy at first, since I was pretty happy with my life and I already have some friends to whom I’m very close with! Even if they were just a few, I thought it would be enough, but…”

Asche: “I thought that, if I have more friends, my chances of evolving soon would increase!”

“So now I’m trying to meet as many people as I can, and become their friend! I’m not sure if this is really going to work, but hey, I have to try it first at least, right?”

“In the meantime, I train myself hard to, even without evolving, be decently strong. It would be much easier with someone to train with me…”

Asche: “I’m sure I would improve a lot that way! You, me, and the miss!”

“Don’t let her appearance fool you, she’s very strong…”

@dailyshinycutiefly @askviridian

Day 1: Homsickness

So this is a little late as @vldangstweek​ started yesterday but I still really wanted to participate so here’s day one’s fiction. Expect Day 2 later today.

Lance was smiling trying to get through training so he could go back to his room and sulk.

An empty feeling filled the pit of his stomach uncomfortably, as he chatted and worked together with his teammates smoothly. It reminded him of being part of family, which made him smile to think about about…but it also made him miss his own family more.

He missed his mother’s warm embrace and his father looking on at him with a proud expression on his face. Even missing wrestling with his siblings.

Sparing with the others felt like that but…it just wasn’t the same.

He wonders how long it’s been since he’s seen them, and if they miss him…probably he left so abruptly without explanation.

Lance feels distracted and like times slowed down…giving Keith the perfect opportunity to attack pinning him,” Ow.” He grunts, underneath the smaller boy, whom currently is holding him to the ground.

Keith releases him after that,” It’s your own fault for being distracted.” He grinned teasing Lance a little, trying to hide his underlying worry,” What’s got you so distracted anyway?”

Lance grinned rubbing his neck sheepishly,” Guess I just got a bit caught up in my own thoughts.” He chuckled, knowing it wasn’t completely a lie,” Hey I think

I’m going to call it quits early, that okay?” He asked, his heart not really in it now.

Keith nodded.” Sure, take some time to clear your head, we’ll try again tomorrow.” He told the other boy, knowing that something was truly bothering him.

“Thanks Keith.” He smiled before heading back to his own room to lay down and sort things out.


It was now later at night and Lance was feeling more homesick than earlier. He wished that he had just stayed with Keith, at least he would have something to take his mind off his homesickness.

Now he was just alone in his room with his thoughts, trying not to drown in them.

He really should be going to dinner, otherwise he’d start worrying people, but in all honesty, he didn’t have an appetite.

Someone would come looking for him soon though if he didn’t at least attend dinner.

Speak of the devil, someone knocked on his door just as he started getting up.

Taking a moment to breath and compose himself he called out to the person,” Come in.” His voice was a little shaky, hopefully it wasn’t noticeable.

Lance was a bit shocked when he caught sight of the person, expecting Hunk or Shiro, even on the off chance Pidge.

But here was Keith standing there awkward shifting as if he didn’t even know why he was there,” You weren’t at dinner so I brought you some food.” He said and sure enough he was holding a plate of food.

Lance nodded, patting the spot next to him letting him know that it was okay if he wanted to sit down.

Keith shuffled in taking a seat next to Lance, handing over the plate of food to the Blue paladin.

Lance at it knowing he had to keep eating despite not having the appetite, that it was for the best to keep up his strength.

However, it didn’t make it easier with Keith staring at him intently,” The foods good.” He said, not sure what he wanted. Keith nodded but continued his staring looking like he wanted to say something but was too nervous.

Lance sighed not in the mood for this,” Look if you have something to say just say it, and stop staring at me it’s weird.”

Keith flushed red looking down at his feet, as if the words he need were down there and he didn’t know how to gather them. After a long awkward silence,

Keith spoke,” Lance you know if something bothering you that you can tell us…,”

He took a deep breath,” You can tell me, I’ll listen…”

Lance was taken aback; did it really worry him so much that something was bothering him. It must because here he was telling him this. He took a deep breath through his nose letting it out of his mouth,” I know Keith thanks…” He continued,” I’m just…a little homesick.” Lance finally told him, worried that Keith would think it was stupid.

“Oh…” Well it was better than mockery, “Well I don’t really understand completely, but I kind of understand.” Keith said, looking like he was thinking hard about something.

Dread sank into the pit of Lance’s stomach as he remembered, Keith didn’t really have a home, and he felt sad, at least he had a home to miss,” I’m sorry I should have brought it up, it was inconsiderate of me.” He said trying to back track not wanting to make Keith feel uncomfortable.

Keith shook his head,” No it’s fine, I guess I kind of understand.” He said pausing collecting his thoughts,” I miss my parents sometimes…I don’t remember them very well but I know they were kind people.” He explained to Lance.

Lance never thought of it like that,” Really?” He didn’t think Keith knew his parents.

Keith nodded,” Yeah so shouldn’t feel bad about missing your family, because it’s just a natural thing to miss.” He said, wanting Lance to feel like his feeling were valid, and that he could come talk to him about it.

It helped, Lance felt a little better talking to Keith about this,” Thanks, I know that couldn’t have been easy.” He said, glad that Keith had shared this with him feeling closer to the other boy.

Keith nodded,” Your welcome, I’m glad you feel a little better.” He said getting up,” Well it’s getting late, I should head off to bed.”

Lance nodded waving him off, watching Keith leave,” You know if you ever feel sad, you can come talk to me too.” He said, watching his back tense a little before relaxing.

“I know.” He said without turning around, leaving the room with a big smile on his face.