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Does anyone else feel that Watt pad is kind of like the Craigslist for fanfiction? Like it’s kind of good quality but sometimes you have to weed out the bad ones to find the one semi-medium-Ok fic of your rare pairing. Anyone else feel that way about Craigsli- I mean WattPad?

ifeelbetterer  asked:

Gotg prompt: how did Rocket learn to speak Groot?

“Repeat after me, Quill: I am Groot.”

“I am Groot,” Peter said dutifully. He felt like an idiot, but there were only a limited number of ways to while away quiet nights on the ship when neither of them could sleep. If it was him and Gamora, or him and Drax, they could spar, but he’d only tried sparring with Rocket once. It took weeks for the bite marks to heal.

Rocket’s oddly expressive – for a raccoon – face wrinkled in an expression of disgust. “Do you even hear yourself? That is nothing like what I just said.”

“Dude, that is exactly what you just said.”

“No, I said ‘I am Groot’ and you said ‘I am Groot’.”

“Which is … the same?”

Rocket stared at him for a long moment, then pointed at his snout. “Read my lips: I am Groot.”

“Was I supposed to repeat that, or …”

Rocket showed some teeth. Peter shut up. There was a moment of silence and Peter was just about to put his earbuds back in and quit with the language lessons when Rocket said suddenly, “Quill, if I say, 'I am Groot,’ just like that, what do you hear?”

“Is this a trick question? Especially the kind of trick question that’s gonna end in you pissing on my bed?”

“That was only once, and you had it coming –”

“Rocket –”

“No, for the love o’ cheese, it’s not a trick question. Just say 'I am Groot’.”

“I am Groot,” Peter said. “I feel like a complete jackass right now, in case that was your intent – hey, where are you going?”

“Jus’ need to get a thing!” Rocket’s voice trailed behind him.

Peter flopped back down in the chair in the mess and put his earbuds in. He was actually getting sleepy, and considering going back to bed, when Rocket jumped up onto the table in front of him with something clutched in his paws.

“What’s that?” Peter asked, sitting up. He palmed off the Zune and took off the earpieces. He had to hand it to Earth tech: the new music player was a lot more convenient to carry around than his late, lamented Walkman.

Rocket’s device was a thin, flat screen about the size of a hardback book; he had it clutched with a paw on each side while readouts rippled quickly across it.

“Okay, now say 'I am Groot’,” Rocket declared, studying the screen.

“Come on, man, do we really have to go through this again?”

“Humor me.”

Peter sighed and slouched in his chair. “I am Groot.”

Rocket’s ears pricked forward. “I am Groot,” he said, and tapped the display with his paw, causing the tiny, scrolling lines and numbers to freeze. “Did that sound the same to you?”

“Well … yeah?”

The flat pads of Rocket’s fingers danced across the display, and he laid the screen on the table between them. “Know what you’re lookin’ at?”

“Squiggly lines,” Peter said automatically.

“Did your mama drop you on the head a lot as a baby, Quill?”

“No, but Yondu did occasionally.” Peter rested his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand. As much fun as it was to mess with Rocket, he did actually think he knew what the raccoon was getting at. “That wiggly line is some kind of … uh … noise – wiggle – curve, right?”

“That’s real precise.”

“I was abducted from Earth before we got to algebra in school. Cut me some slack here.”

“Excuses, excuses. I was raised in a cage and my mother had an IQ of 3.” Rocket touched the display, zooming in on it. “Point is, I don’t think it’s just that all a’ you two-legged bunch is too obtuse to understand perfectly clear speech –”

“Thanks.”

“– like I used to think. It’s more like, my ears hear at higher and lower frequencies than yours do, so I get different overtones. Put simply for the simple, I can hear things you can’t.”

Peter leaned forward, intrigued. “So, wait – you mean all this time, all his 'I am Groot’s sound different to you?”

He realized what he’d said as soon as the words left his mouth, and got the flat 'I am dealing with morons’ look from Rocket that he’d instantly realized he had coming. “How am I supposed to understand him if they don’t, Quill, I ask you?”

“Okay – point – but … so why does it sound like 'I am Groot’ to the rest of us?”

“It sounds like 'I am Groot’ to me too.” When Peter glowered at him, Rocket held up a paw. “No, I ain’t messin’ with ya. This time. No, that’s what the translation unit picks up, 'cause it ain’t so smart about some of the less humanoid languages. It’s just, I hear it like …” He hesitated and waggled his paw. “It’s like your music, right? All those up and down tones at the same time. Groot can do that. Your throat, my throat, can’t.”

“Singing?” Peter said after a minute. “Groot’s singing?”

“I refer you back to the part about bein’ dropped on your head.” Rocket pursed his lips and let out a sharp whistle, making Peter jump – there was still some part of him that couldn’t quite hear whistling and not expect a death arrow to follow an instant later. And he might not be the only one, because Rocket stopped abruptly, closed his mouth, and then said, “Quill, do this,” and hummed softly.

It wasn’t really a tune. “You just want me to hum?” Peter asked. “Like, generic humming?”

Rocket curled his lip and the hum became more of a snarl.

“Right, humming,” Peter said hastily.

The funny thing was, the instant his soft hum of response hit the right harmonics with the note Rocket was humming (and the raccoon did have a good sense of pitch; Peter had always suspected so) he understood exactly what Rocket was getting at.

“Ohhhhh. When Groot talks, it’s like a symphony. Is that what you mean? And the 'I am Groot’ part is the part in the human audible range.”

Rocket’s ears and tail went up cheerfully. “Yeah, ezzactly. He’s tryin’ to communicate, it’s just he didn’t get any farther than 'I am Groot’ when he was learning. It’s as hard for him to do the talkin’ part for the translators as it is for you and me to do his kind of talk. He can hear us just fine, though. Actually to him, understanding our talk is dead easy.”

“So how do we understand him?” Peter asked. “Can you, I dunno, juice up the translator so it picks up a higher range of frequencies, or something?”

“I dunno. That’s not a bad idea.” Rocket tapped his claw against his teeth before picking up the screen thing and hopping off the table. “Have to think on it. Don’t wanna explode your heads or anything.”

“Yeah, well, on that lovely note, I’m goin’ to bed.” He actually was tired enough now to fall asleep in spite of the inevitable nightmares (the bitter cold and darkness of space; Ego’s face dissolving in his hands; his friends crushed by rocks or blown apart). The music helped as it always had, a melodic bulwark against the dark, wrapped gently around his heart – but it could only do so much.

Rocket grunted absently as he trotted off, already engrossed in figuring out the problem.

The thought occurred to Peter as he wandered back to his quarters, thumbing idly through the songs on the Zune, that these sorts of mechanical puzzles served the same purpose for Rocket as his music did for him: something to make his mind go quiet.

The music did that … and so did letting Gamora beat the stuffing out of him in the ship’s small exercise area. Or getting language lessons from Rocket. Or –

“I am Groot?”

Peter jumped as small hands grabbed hold of his pants leg. Groot shimmied quickly up to perch on his shoulder.

“Hey, little buddy.” Peter opened the door to his quarters and left it open so Groot could come and go as he wanted. Or so he could hear if anybody got into a fight or whatever. He flopped wearily on his unmade bed, careful not to dislodge Groot. “You know, I’m not sure how much of this you can understand right now, but Rocket’s teaching me to speak your language.”

“I am Groot?”

“Well, to understand you more than speak it, I guess I should say.” He was lying on his back now and he couldn’t really see Groot except out of the corner of his eye, but he could feel the little tree shifting around in the hollow where the collar of his sweatshirt rested against his neck.

“I am Groot,” Groot said insistently, almost in his ear. Small hands patted at the side of his face and his earlobe.

“Yeah, yeah.” Peter pinched one earbud between two fingers and held it where Groot could get at it. The little hands took it out of his fingers. Peter settled himself comfortably as Groot squirmed somewhat ticklishly against his neck, and sorted through the songs. “How 'bout Elton John tonight, buddy?”

“I am Groot,” came the sleepy answer.

“You know, little guy,” Peter murmured, as the first strains of the music began to play and Groot snuggled comfortably against his neck, “whether or not Rocket can get his new gadget working, I think we understand each other just fine, don’t we?”

“I am Groot!”

Humans are Weird-Death

Hey guys, so I wanted to add to the humans are weird thing that’s going around, and this kinda came to me in the shower, so…enjoy?

Zah Rem was dying. They knew it the moment the Ra-Sek corridors of the station began to feel cold. It had been easy to dismiss the chill at first. The Humans always kept the main corridors to a barely tolerable 24 degrees Celcius, the Terran unit of heat. So Zah Rem had kept to Ra-Sek corridors, content to survey the movement of their officers from the comfort of warmer areas.

But then they had Stopped in the Ra-Sek sustenance area. The area was used infrequently as most of the new officers preferred to communal sustenance area, and so some time had passed before a Terran ensign accidentally stumbled across them. The human had run to get help, and that’s how Zah Rem found themself in the infirmary, a heat unit glowing above their bed as machines monitored every pulse of their internal fire.

To the Ra-Set, the Cooling was a very private matter. It was some small mercy really- a natural death for a Ra-Sek happened over the course of only days, and after the initial passing ceremony the Ra-Sek left the dying in peace to contemplate their life. At least, that’s how it had been before.

A human, mouth closed in a Ra-Sek neutral expression, sat at the end of their bed, eyes occasionally flicking between the machines and their pad. This one was the human counterpart of Zah Rems previous station and they knew this one well. She would not be leaving unless the dying process miraculously reversed. Humans always seemed to treat this like a logical possibility.

Zah Rem had lived such a long time, even for a Ra-Sek. They had seen the rise of space travel for their people, the first contacts with other races, some friendly, some hostile. They had seen stars flicker out of existence. And then, they had seen the arrival of Terrans. What a ludicrous, terrifying thing that had been.

The humans had arrived in strange, nonsensical machines seemingly only barely capable of long distance space travel. Most of them had arrived asleep. The Ra-Sek had initially been very wary of this smaller race. Humans could regulate their own body temperatures. Humans lived short lives but took life-threatening risks, seemingly for pleasure. Humans reproduced quickly and freely, having offspring even in space, so far from their own world. Humans would fight, losing limbs they could not regenerate, and then fight more.

In short, they were too dangerous not to make allies of. And so the Ra-Sek had, and in their many years, Zah Rem considered this one of the wisest choices of their people. The humans had helped them explore planets previously thought uninhabitable. They had seen human shipmates run headfirst into aggressive unknown flora and fauna and categorize it, collect it, and make it known. In one instance, they had seen the entire brunt of humanity brought to bear on a now extinct warmongering race, simply because this race had been dubbed “bullies that don’t play fair”.

The human shifted in her chair. “Hey dragon, still alive?”

Zah Rem exhaled a plume of steam. They knew this word referred to them, and that it was a reference to a Terran creature that may have never even existed. They had seen a picture once, and they did see the similarities to a Ra-Sek. That didn’t mean they had to answer.

The human sighed and flicked her eyes up and across, a human gesture of annoyance. “I know you’re alive, your monitors are going. I wanted to ask if you need anything.”

“Need? I am dying, there is nothing more I need.”

The human curled her upper lip, almost perfectly mimicking the Ra-Sek gesture of annoyance. Human mimicry really was uncanny. “I know that, but, is there anything you want? Water? Food? A book? Are you just…gonna sit there until it happens? Aren’t you…y’know, uneasy?”

Now that was a strange word to use for this state, and Zah Rem wondered if their translator had translated the Terran Common incorrectly. “Uneasy? Why would I be…Uneasy?”

The general shifted in her chair again, suddenly transfixed by her pad. “Well, I mean, are you…afraid?”

Zah Rem tilted their head, trying to mimic a gesture they had seen humans use. “Why would I be afraid? I am dying, this is a normal process for all living things.”

The human seemed frustrated, and Zah Rem once again saw the wisdom of their own tradition of leaving the dying to cool in peace.

“I know that! I just mean…aren’t you afraid of what happens next? Like, to you…after you die?” her shoulders curled inwards.

After…death? Zah Rem snorted. “Nothing happens after death. Death is the end of life…is it…is it not so for Terrans?” A pang of fear twitched in Zah Rem’s core. Humans…died completely, true? They thought of all their deceased human shipmates the other humans had burned, or buried under soil, and suddenly they were…uneasy.

The general waved at the air “Don’t call us that. And yeah, yeah, human’s die all the way too-“Relief. “But, some humans…we have this…idea, that a part of us, the sentient part, lives after we die. And, I don’t know where it goes, but death comes to collect it, and guide it to where it’s supposed to go next.”

“Death…comes? As in, the concept of death is…sentient? and… travels to the location of the dying to take their consciousness? Where? Why?” Zah Rem’s internal fire quivered, and the monitors began to chirp and hum in complaint.

“Woah woah take it easy!” Their human counterpart stood, touching their forelimb gently. This gesture would have been aggressive among Ra-Sek, but they had long since learned that humans touched other beings freely. Her hand was warm, and the heat soothed Zah Rem’s own heat. The monitors quieted.

“Y’know what? Forget I said anything, it’s just a dumb Terran myth. You wanna see this picture of a cat I found?”

And, for once, Zah Rem really, really did.

The next few days passed quietly. Healers checked the monitors as discreetly as possible and the general was a constant presence, sneaking back in every time the Ra-Sek healers shooed her out. For the most part, she worked on her pad, guiding the directors of her officers. Zah Rem was mildly envious of this, but they felt the cooling settling in, and they were content to reflect on past action instead.

Well, mostly content. Try as they may, Zah Rem could not shake the idea of death as a sentient presence, and tendrils of fear began to snake into the waiting, fear that, like in so many impossible ways, the humans might be right about death. They did not want their consciousness to be taken. They took to scanning the room when their human wasn’t looking.

This fear was probably what exacerbated the process. It happened suddenly, their internal temperature falling, falling, and the general was shouting, calling for help and Zah Rem knew they were beyond help, nothing could help, but they were so afraid of Death being attracted by the cries, if only they could-

And suddenly they were alone in a space that was not bright, and was not dark. They…no longer felt cold, but not warm either. It made Zah Rem…uneasy. And then they heard footsteps, and in the distance there was a small flicker of light.

The light drew closer and closer, and with it Zah Rem began to make out a figure in strange clothing. The figure wore long, black clothing that flowed downward, with a hood that obscured the head. It was carrying a long stick with what looked like a small ball of fire on top. They also saw the glint of long, sharp looking metal, reminiscent of a Terran knife.

Zah Rem bared their teeth. A weapon. This must be Death. If it was, it wouldn’t steal their sentience without a fight.

The figure closed in.

“Stop. Come no further.” Zha Rem growled. “I am Zah Rem of the Ra-Sek. I have seen races rise and fall. I have seen stars flicker out of existence. I have fought alongside humans. I will not let you take my consciousness.”

There was a moment of silence. And then a strange sound came from the hooded figure. A soft, musical sound, not unlike a Ra-Sek trill, very much like…a human laugh. The figure lowered it’s hood.

Of course, Death would be a human.

Zha Rem felt the anger leave them all at once. The human smiled, mouth closed, and reached its dark hand out to touch Zha Rem’s forelimb. Their touch was warm, and Zha Rem felt the warmth coil around  their core, lighting it once again.

“Are you ready to come with me?”

And Zah Rem found they were.

maxwell5123  asked:

Ah the joys of being a vamp dad, making sure your kid drinks enough blood, making sure they don't run out in the middle of the day, dealing with proper coffin sleeping techniques

“Ensuring a proper death each night for your child is very important for their health and safety!”

“A well padded coffin is essential, they can thrash a bit when they wake (I’ve smacked my head a few times in improvised ones) and also claw, so make sure it’s scratch resistant as well.”

“The proper position is on their back, arms crossed. No one wants to wake with a crushed arm.”

“And the most essential part, a goodnight kiss.
Now you can assure a peaceful rest.”

WAKE UP EVERYONE: Wings is actually about periods.
  • boy girl meets evil - when you get your period for the first time (“it’s too evil”)
  • blood sweat & tears - no explanation needed
  • begin - how your period starts (also it made you begin because it made you become a woman so it’s basically how shit real life began)
  • lie - when you’re in denial about it because you don’t want to suffer (”get away from me”, “it keeps happening even though I run away”)
  • stigma - IT FREAKING HURTS SO CRYYYY
  • first love - your bed, who knew you and accepted you as you are and comforted you before anyone else did and where you can lie peacefully while you’re bleeding out dying
  • reflection - the thing you don’t wanna look at in the mirror because you just know you’re looking like shit
  • mama - she’s the woman who told you about this shit and probably helped you through it the first time by explaining stuff etc BLESS
  • awake - when you can’t sleep because of cramps (”wide awake wide awake wide awake don’t cry cause it freaking hurts still)
  • lost - what you feel like after a nap that lasted way too long because you’re tired and weak af
  • cypher 4 - well you know you have mood swings so at some point you feel like a damn boss (also you could still cut a bitch if somebody dares bothering you)
  • am I wrong - really am I wrong cause this theory looks pretty on point doesn’t it
  • 21st century girls - well brace your fucking selves cause y’all gon suffer too
  • two! three! (hoping for more good days) - when your period’s over and so is the suffering.. hopefully
  • interlude: wings - WELL PADS HAVE WINGS DON’T THEY

FIDGET PAD (by WeFidget on Amazon.com)
DEMONSTRATION


pardon the lighting, as it was hard to find anywhere quiet to make the video. if you see me struggling, it’s not that it’s difficult to operate but it is difficult to show it on video with one hand.

i have a bunch of fidget cube knockoffs at this point and this one is my personal favorite. this is the fidget pad by WeFidget on Amazon.com sold by ZOND, so if you get it from a different company or seller or website, it may be different from my description.
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FEATURES:
anything in brackets “[ ]” is my personal opinion and your experience may differ.

1. the joystick has a rounded top, not a flat one. here’s hoping it doesn’t become squeaky like certain other knockoffs. [i find it comfortable.]

2. two silent buttons and two loud clicky buttons. [these have a good feel of slight resistance to them, even the silent ones.]

3. two spinning “gears” that click. they resemble a combination lock. [i absolutely love this one.]

4. a silent roller with tiny bumps on it. there’s resistance when rolling it.

5. there’s a line of tactile bumps on one side of the pad. very stimulating.

6. there’s a “paddle” on one side that you can push and it will snap back into place.

7. loud clicky rocker switch. it’s large, round, and slightly concave. [very comfortable.]

8. a spinner. it has no resistance, in fact, it’s very loose - but won’t just stop in place when you spin it, it has some momentum.

9. two holes for a small lanyard, which came included for mine.


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overall, i feel that this fidget pad is well thought out and well designed. it doesn’t feel cheaply made, but its durability is to be seen. the exterior is a velvety, matte plastic while the features are more of a plain shiny plastic.

also, you can fidget with this with two hands as opposed to just one. for me, it’s much more comfortable in the hand than a smaller fidget cube.

i recommend it. if you have any questions about this specific product, send me an ask. this fidget pad goes for around 12-14$.

Paddy: So what happens when you die?

Tom: Well Pads, after you die you go to heaven.

Harry: I’d like to think there’s an afterworld and a better life waiting for each of us.

Paddy: No I mean like when you two die, what happens. Do I get all your stuff or?

‘i can’t help but want’ epilogue

i wrote a short little piece for @legendarydesvender for her birthday. i’d just released this fic when we started talking, and i still remember fondly that she doodled a little spock!keith for me during the livestream that we met in. happy birthday sven!! you’re lovely and wonderful and make me laugh every single day  💖💖💖

keith/lance (2112 words) 

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CALLING ALL LITTLES!

Hellooo! So I did a thing and it’s helped me a whole lot so I wanted to share!


So for my ovary-having littles out there, we get ouchie Time once a month! :( it’s really really not fun! However! I made something that makes it a little more bearable!


I saw this idea online and it’s cheap and I love it and it works really really well!


A heating pad stuffie!!!


They sell them in stores but they’re super expensive and you can make them with things you already have at home!


You will need:

A stuffie

A sock

Rice

Either Velcro or a button



Alrighty so here’s how to do it!

Get your stuffie. And this one is gonna hurt real bad but you gotta cut a seam open. I cried when I did it but this stuffie is gonna get extra lots of lovins afterwards so remember that.


Once the seam is open, take some stuffing from its belly.


Take the sock and fill it up with rice and then tie it shut. Make sure it’ll fit in the hole where you opened the stuffie. This is the heating pad part.


Next find a way to put either Velcro or a button on your stuffie so you can open and close him whenever you need (since he can’t go in the microwave himself) and if you’re gonna sew, have your caregiver help!!! Be safe! (I used adhesive Velcro so I didn’t need to be near needles cuz I’m accident prone)


So that’s pretty much all you have to do! Microwave the sock for about 45 seconds and then put it in your stuffie and cuddle him super duper close!! 💕


I hope this helps!! Attached are pictures of my heating pad stuffie!! ❤️

BTS Reaction: Your daughter getting her first period and you’re not home

  • Not requested
  • I love writing period reactions and idek why
  • Enjoy!

Namjoon:

You and him had been dreading this moment since your daughter turned 12. You had gotten your first period at that age, and you knew that your daughter was going to get hers soon enough as well. When she did, you weren’t home, and only Namjoon was home. Your daughter, confused, screamed for Namjoon to come help her. “Umm well, this is pad, I think you use it like this. Yeah. That looks about right.” Namjoon had stuck the pad on lopsided and backwards, as your daughter looked at him in horror. “Can you please call Mom? Now!” Namjoon didn’t hesitate as he called you, desperate for some assistance.

Seokjin:

He knew exactly what had happened when he heard a few muffled tears coming from the bathroom. Your daughter had been in there for about 20 minutes, and Seokjin was starting to get concerned, since usually she was never in the bathroom that long. He went up to the door and heard the soft cries, immediately feeling concerned for his precious daughter. “Hey sweetie, do you need me to get Mom on the phone for you?” Your daughter mumbled yes as Seokjin opened the door, giving the phone to his daughter who sat on the ground with her hands on her stomach. Seokjin gave her some pain relievers, and left her alone to talk with you for a while.

Yoongi:

“I think the tampons are under the sink, ok sweetie?” Yoongi fumbled with his hands outside the bathroom door, not knowing what to do in this situation. He hoped you would have been home when this happened, but of course you weren’t. “But dad, I’m not sure how to use this. Where does it go?” your daughter shouted through the door. “Umm, well, it goes up your, your, umm…” Yoongi stumbled on his words, not knowing what to say. “Can you just call mom for me?” “Yup I just dialed her right now, here you go.” Yoongi opened the door a bit, letting your daughter take the phone, leaving the scene quickly as he wiped the sweat off his face.

Hoseok:

Hoseok was sitting on the couch watching TV when your daughter approached him, clearly nervous and hesitant. “Hey sweetie, what is it?” Hoseok asked, trying to make your daughter comfortable since he sensed her nervousness. “Umm well, you wouldn’t really understand this, but umm, Mom isn’t here and I need some help so can you tell me where the pads are because I got my first period Umm…” Hoseok paused the TV as he stared at your daughter in shock for a second. “Um ok, they’re in the bathroom cabinet sweetie. I think so yeah, yup, umm, can you maybe talk to your mother about this next time?” Your daughter nodded as she ran back to the bathroom, leaving Hoseok in shock. His daughter had grown up so fast, and he hadn’t prepared himself for this yet.

Jimin:

“Y/N! Y/N!” shouted Jimin before realizing that you had gone out grocery shopping, and weren’t going to be back for a little bit. Your daughter had shouted for Jimin, saying that she was in a lot of pain. When she described the pain, Jimin knew exactly what she was talking about and panicked. “Well, umm, sweetheart. I think you got your period. But that’s ok. You’ll be fine. Just don’t get pregnant. Ok? Ok? Ok.” He gave your daughter a heating pad and went to call you, needing a bit of assistance.

Taehyung:

“You know,” said Taehyung as he scratched his head, “I’m a guy. I don’t deal with these things. But I know one thing that helps.” Taehyung gave your daughter a chocolate bar and opened the cabinet. “I think you use these.” He pulled out a box of pads and handed them to your daughter. “Umm well, when Mom gets home you can ask her anything. Ok?” Your daughter nodded as she opened the chocolate bar and started to eat it, Taehyung exiting the bathroom.

Jungkook:

Jungkook stood in front of your daughter, panicking as sweat dripped down his face. “Umm well, you know what this is right. You can have kids now. Are you ready for that?” Your daughter looked at Jungkook, with a face full of confusion and horror. “But I’m only 13. I don’t want kids! Why does this happen so early?” Jungkook fumbled around nervously, wanting you home right this moment. “Well I don’t want you pregnant either sweetie, so don’t go kissing any boys. And Mom told me to give you these. Call her when you’re ready. I’m done now.” Jungkook tossed your daughter a box of pads and ran, wanting nothing to do with this situation anymore.

A little quick reaction for you guys. Sorry it’s short but I felt like writing a short react. Idk if I’ll be able to get any requests out tomorrow, so sorry about that. Hope u enjoyed and sorry for any spelling and grammar errors.

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Play that clarinet at 0300 ONE MORE TIME, I dare you

vanilluxe / bold / male

its my vanilluxe.. i feel like he’d like ice skating and fluffy things. he’s bold and thinks a little too highly of himself, but who could blame him when he looks as bomb as this. he loves big salty/savoury foods like steaks, but it doesn’t fit with his image so he pretends to like sweet things (he hates sweets!!!)

Sparks Chapter 1

Originally posted by pxggycxrters

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other members of the avengers team.

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: y/n a member of the Stark scientific research team meets Bucky after waking him up from cryo sleep. She fits him with a new arm and a friendship begins to grow

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 66 pages. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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Someday I will stop talking about these two dresses. Today is not that day.

Grace Kelly’s wedding dress (designed by Helen Rose, two-time Oscar-winning costume designer) is a masterpiece. Rich materials, exquisitely tailored. Part of what makes this gown so appealing, though, is its proportions. The cummerbund extends from the waist to the underbust, which gives visual lift to the bust. The bodice is essentially three different sections—the cummerbund (solid), the bust (lace over solid), and the upper chest/shoulders (lace alone). Each section is roughly the same size, meaning the rule of thirds has been applied. Everything is well-balanced visually.

Another important thing to remember is that women in the 50s generally wore different undergarments than women today. Kelly was most likely wearing a girdle, which helped shape that slim waist, and the skirt had a significant crinoline and probably had hip padding as well to achieve that silhouette.

Kelly’s dress was produced by a team of 36 seamstresses in six weeks. Despite the close fit of the lace bodice, seams are virtually impossible to find. Hiding seams in lace is not an impossible task but it is time-consuming; it involves overlapping lace appliqué on the seams. The swan neck is also perfect, flowing without wrinkles over her collarbones and laying flat against her neck. No matter how she holds her arms, there is no strain on the bodice.

And then we get to JMo’s cosplay version. 

The proportions are off. The cummerbund doesn’t come up high enough. The result is the illusion of a low bust. There’s also no excuse for the bottom edge to be flipping up like that. She isn’t wearing a girdle (which, I can’t really blame her) and also has little or no hip padding, so the dress as a very flat silhouette. The skirt pleats are weirdly off-center, but the line of buttons is not (how is that even possible?). With her arms out on either side, the bodice is straining across the upper chest. The swan neck isn’t flush like it’s supposed to be and the lace edge isn’t even symmetrical. It’s closer to the buttons on one side than the other. An attempt was made to mirror the lace across the placket but the sides are off by enough to make it look weird.

And those seams are visible from space.

Sure, this is a recognizable copy, but in the same way that Yo-Yo Ma and your eleven-year-old nephew both play the cello. At this stage, I’m forced to assume that the costume department had two days and one fitting with JMo, or that they’re actively trolling everyone with this thing.

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Remus heard his best friend stirring in the bed next to his. “Reg, no.” He heard Sirius mumble. “Y- you can’t no don’t do this.” His breath hitched and he started sobbing. Almost instantly, Remus jumped out of his bed, pulled back the curtains, and cast a silencing charm as to not wake the other boys. After he pulled the curtains back around them, he placed a hand on the crying boy’s shoulder. It moved underneath him as the sobs became louder.

“Pads, hey, Pads.” Remus whispered while gently shaking him. “It’s just a dream.”

Sirius jerked up, looking around panickedly. He spotted Remus and immediately calmed down, letting out a breath. “Moony. W- what are you doing here?”

“You were started crying in your sleep. I wanted to make sure you were okay. Do you want to talk about it?”

Sirius shook his head. “I’m sorry for waking you.”

Remus looked at him. Even in the dark his grey eyes glowed of sadness. “It’s okay. I couldn’t fall asleep anyway. Are um- are you okay now?” Sirius nodded, finally looking up at Remus. “Good. Um, well, good night Pads.”  

He made to get up, but Sirius reached a hand out, pulling him back down. “Wait. Please stay.” Remus nodded. They both laid down on the bed, Remus threw his arms around Sirius and was about to fall asleep before the sad boy spoke up. “It’s Regulus. He-” Sirius sat up, and Remus followed. “He’s joined them. The Death Eaters.” He clamped a hand over his mouth and started crying again. “My baby brother, Moons.”

Remus pulled him closer, letting his head rest on top of Sirius’s. “We can talk him out of it. We can, yeah?”

Sirius shook his head, burying it in Remus’s shoulder. “We c- can’t! He already has that ruddy mark on his arm!” He sobbed then looked up at his friend. “How am I supposed to fight against him?”

“I don’t know, Pads. We’ll figure it out. I promise.”

Sirius leaned up and kissed him quickly. Remus gasped as their lips met. “I’m sorry. Sorry, I got caught up in the moment I-” He stopped talking when Remus lifted up his chin and leaned down to capture his lips again. “Oh.”

They both laughed, falling back down on to the bed, both sleeping soundly for the rest of the night.