what ever would make her do that

Blue sighed, her ears drooping down. She had been trying to write the perfect birthday card for them all day, but nothing worked. Surrounded by crumpled up card papers, she let off a tear as she just decided that maybe she wasn’t skilled enough to write the card that she thought would be great for him. Why even bother, anyways? Who wants a written card as a present? She shoved her blue hands in her face, as she had no idea what else to do. She was hopeless.

Suddenly, an idea popped into her head, and she frantically begun writing, accelerating her pace as it went on.

“Dear @springtrap-trash, you have no idea what you do to me. You make me smile when I’m down, I feel less lonely when I’m around you, and I just feel comfortable to say anything with you. We constantly have our great moments, and we both have similar interests, but also differences for us to peacefully debate on. Aside from all of that mushy speech, you’re one of the best friends I’ve ever had, and I hope someday I can repay you for your kindness. I love you! - Blue the Mouse”

Enveloping it, she then mailed it to @springtrap-trash, hoping they would love it.

“It seems kind of tacky to barge in on somebody else’s engagement party and head up to hog Eppie’s Room. You want to hang around out here, maybe dance a bit?”
“I’d be delighted.”

“I could dance with you forever.”
“Sooner or later we’d have to eat.”
“Why do you always make me laugh when I’m trying to be romantic?”
“What’s unromantic about laughing? Listen - when Mom was having a bad day, which she did a lot when I was little, PTSD and stuff, you know - Dad would ask her to dance and they’d waltz around the yard or the living room or where ever they happened to be till the motion calmed her down and then he’d start making her laugh and then they’d head upstairs or out to the hot tub. And she’d laugh a lot there, too. There’s a reason my Granny’s the queen of the dirty jokes. If love isn’t fun, it’s not worth having.”

I Love Her

I love her. I admit it. After a year of the same thing, constantly denying the fact that I am indeed in love with my best friend. We were perfect, we could still be perfect and things were always amazing. The only issue was that she fell for another and sadly there was nothing I could do about it. So I dreamed. I hoped and prayed countless times. Soon my normal energetic days turned into depression and tears. Every night was sleepless or barely any sleep at all.

I love her and I don’t ever want to let her go. I want to have her and hold her. I want to love her. I really do. I’d treat her like a goddess and make sure that she was always happy. I’d protect her through everything. I just wish that she would love me back. She never will though. I may hope and wish and dream but no matter what nothing will change.

I’ve made a mistake. I fell for her. I am still falling for her and there’s nothing I can f**king do about it. I see how she looks at him. How she cares about him. How she wants him. She once looked at me like that. Like I was the only one to make her happy. I was the only one to calm her down. All I had to do was hug her, pull her in close and hold her tight and seal it all off with three words. Three fucking words that mean nothing coming out of my mouth. All I ever had to say to her was “I love you.” That’s all she ever wanted to hear. And now it means nothing.

I can’t love her. I have to move on. I can’t forever love the same girl. There’s someone else that loves her. She loves him more. She will always love him more. I am nothing to her. I will never be anything to her.

I’m done dreaming. I’m done hoping. I’m done praying. Nothing has worked. So now, I’m saying goodbye. Goodbye to her, to us, to love entirely. I don’t want to have this feeling ever again. I don’t want to go through this ever again. I want this to be the end. And now it is. This is how this chapter is ending. This is how all of this is going to end.

 I once loved you. And there is a part of me that always will, but I’m done. I hope things are good for you and will always be.

—  I love her, quotes-134

21 years of progression. I have very specific memories of when I was younger. I remember crying in bed for god to make me a girl. I begged and pleaded every night that I would wake up the next morning with the right parts in the right body and every day I woke up in disappointment. I remember going through my mom’s wardrobe on more than one occasion and showing her what I put on. I remember picking the girl characters in any video game I ever played.

For years I would have people refer to me as a girl with a variety of different names. I would ask them to do my make up or let me borrow their clothes. All I thought about, all I wanted to do was girly things.

Going through puberty and not having my body develop the way I wanted to was a hard blow to handle. Things were different when I was younger and still had a high voice and softer features.

Figuring out the way boys act with each other was a wake up call as well. I wasn’t like them I didn’t want to do the things they wanted to do. I flocked to the the feminine my whole life. If I tried to put it out of mind, it wouldn’t last long. This wasn’t a phase this was who I was.

I hid who I was for too long. I cared what others thought about me and I let that dictate my actions. I couldn’t continue this or things would only get worse. Finally transitioning was the most incredible thing that could have happened to me. Finally I was on the right track I was doing what made me happy. I was living my life authentically as a woman. I was being myself.

This is something I know I’ve not only wanted but needed. I don’t know where I’d be if I’d even be anywhere if it wasn’t for transitioning. I’m in a body I can be comfortable with and I can flaunt my femininity without shame. I have always been a girl and nobody will tell me otherwise.

Trans and proud.

Yellow Diamond “ What’s the use of feeling blue? “ Lyrics

Why would you want to be here, what do you ever see here?
That doesn’t make you feel worse than you do?
Then tell me
Whats the use of feeling blue?

Why would you want to employ her subjects that destroyed her?
Why keep up her silly zoo, oh tell me
What’s the use of feeling blue?

An army has a use, it can go and fight a war
A sapphire has a use, she can tell you what it’s for
An Agata terrifies
A Lapis terraforms
Where’s there diamond when they need her, Blue?
You’ve got to be a leader, Blue!

Yes, of course we still love her
and we’re always thinkng of her
But now there’s nothing we can do

So tell me
What’s the use of feeling
what’s the use of feeling
whats the use of feeling blue?

Oh, how can you stand to be here with it all
(here with it all)
Drowning in all this regret
wouldn’t you rather forget her

won’t it be grand to get rid of it all?
(rid of it all)
Lets make a plan of attack
start looking forward and stop looking back.

Yes, of course we still love her
and we’re always thinking of her
don’t you know I miss her too?

But tell me, what’s the use of feeling
what’s the use feeling
what’s the use of feeling blue?

prettiestmess  asked:

Oh my God, could you do a top 10 for Michiru's outfits? I feel like they tried so hard to make her a fashion plate (as she well she should be) but were so often stymied by the 90s-ness of it all. I'd love to see what you chose.

The real question is, how will I narrow it down to only ten?? Michiru’s style is so hard to pin down because sometimes it works flawlessly and sometimes it’s hard to justify, in-universe, why she would ever choose to wear what she is wearing. (Thanks again to @sailorcivilian and @fukufashion for their comprehensive representation of Sailor Moon outfits!)

10. The 1940s called. They said you look really good in that dress, feel free to keep wearing it.

9. It is written in ink that this shawl may never cover more than one (1) shoulder at any given time.

8. (”coming soon to own on videocassette” voice) She may have a tiny bow and a tiny backpack, but she’s got a big heart.

7. They told me I could be anything I wanted, so I became the ocean

6. Wearing formal gloves and a pencil skirt to the racetrack just seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

5. There are two kinds of people: those who say “you can never have too much denim on your body,” and liars

4. On the back, these shirts say “If found, please return to Michiru”/”I am Michiru”

3. The stylish yet practical baby-stealing ensemble

2. The dress that is responsible for putting many a young boy through early puberty

1. Look. I think there must be a story behind this one. I think this used to be a favorite tunic of Michiru’s; the pale lavender with the white belt is simple but charming. One day she was painting another one of her space whales, and Haruka yelled something from the kitchen about the shrimp paella leftovers in the fridge. In the one uncalculated move she had ever made in her life, she turned around and lowered her brush, leaving a short streak of dark blue on her dress. She tried everything; cold water, rubbing alcohol, Haruka’s Tide-to-Go stick, but she could still see a faint line where the space-colored paint was. Haruka would insist she couldn’t tell there was a stain, but Michiru would always know, and she couldn’t live like that. The next day, she bought a bottle of fabric dye. If she couldn’t remove the accidental stain, then she would make it an intentional one. She wears it as an act of defiance, a warning to the universe that Michiru Kaioh is not one to be defeated.

What’s The Use Of Feeling (Blue)?

[Yellow Diamond]


Do something, sing for her! Make her feel Better


[Yellow Pearl] Yes my Diamond, Ahem, AHEM!

                   Am   E

[Blue Pearl] Uh…  Oh…

[Intro: Yellow Pearl & Blue Pearl]

E                    Am

Aah-haa-haa, aah-haa-haa

E     Dm  C    F        E

Aah-haa  haa-haa  haa-haa-haa


Aah-haa-haa, aah-haa-haa

Am                         G                          E

Aah-haa-haa-haa   haa-haa-haa haa haaaaa…

[Verse 1: Yellow Diamond]

Am                                 Dm    E

Why, would you want to be,   here?

        Am         C     Dm

What do you, ever, see here?

       C                                                            E

That doesn’t make you feel worse, than you do?

Tell me,

Am                                        E

What’s the use of feeling… Blue?

[Verse 2]

Am                                  E

Why, would you want to employ her

Am                Dm

Subjects that destroyed her?

C                                 B

Why keep up her silly, zoo?


Oh, tell me

                F#m                 Am

What’s the use of feeling, Blue?



An army has a use, they can go and fight a war

E                                                            Am

A Sapphire has a use, she can tell you what it’s for

E                              C

An Agate terrifies, a Lapis terraforms


Where’s their diamond when they need her, Blue?


You’ve got to be a leader, Blue!


Am                                 F

Yes! Of course, we still love, her

G                            C          F
And we’re always, thinking of her

              G                                    E

But now, there’s nothing we can, do-


So tell me,


[All] what’s the use of feeling?

Am                        B

What’s the use of feeling?

Am                        B           Am~    

What’s the use of feeling, Blue?




[Yellow Diamond]

                    G                 C

How can you stand to be here with it all?


[Pearls] Here with it all


[All] Drowning in all this regret?

                               E                       G

Wouldn’t you rather forget her? Ohhh~!

                             G                                  C

[Yellow Diamond] Won’t it be grand to get rid of it all?


[Pearls] Rid of it all


[All] Let’s make a plan of attack

E                                        G

Start looking forward and stop looking back, oh,

[Chorus 2: Yellow Diamond]

C                                 Dm

Yes of course, we still love her

F                           C               F

And we’re always thinking of her

C                                        F

Don’t you know I miss her, too!?

But tell me,


What’s the use of feeling?


What’s the use of feeling?


What’s the use of feeling?



Mmm-hmm-hmm, Mmm-hmm-hmm

Am                                 B        

Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm-mmmm….

i really adore lovelace as a character specifically because she gets to be fucked up in ways female characters are not often allowed to be. this starts with her motivations when she first appeared already, that kind of all consuming need to have vengeance for what was done to you, which women really only get to indulge in and still be painted sympathetically when it comes to sexual assault or abuse at the hands of men.

but it extends to the pragmatic cruelty she employs in order to do what she believes will keep her team mates safe as well. so often, when it comes to moral dilemmas like the one in “time to kill”, women only ever get to represent the more empathetic, compassionate side ruled by their heart, whereas men are the ones to make decisions based on cold, hard logic. lovelace on the other hand gets to act with the brisk rationality and bitter confidence that comes with knowing you’re right even if everyone else would prefer you weren’t, and being able to take on all the blame and animosity that entails. it’s great. i love her.

Can we please talk about how Lena smiled so much with the thought of making her mother proud? She has never ever felt loved or accepted by Lillian, and when Kara told her that her mother “has to be proud” of all she’s done, she just couldn’t stop smiling. 

The thing is, it would have been so easy for Lena to make her mother proud by helping on Cadmus. She could’ve felt ‘loved’ and ‘accepted’ for the very first time by doing what a Luthor would’ve done. 

But Lena chose to protect alien lives (remember when y’all called her alienphobic?) instead of finally being accepted by her mother. Instead of making her proud. 

Lena Luthor chose to do the good, even if it meant still feeling alone.

Highlights from the live chat with Starfan13

  • She has her own spider with a top hat. Did she ask Star to make her one, or did she go to the trouble of searching for a doll tophat that would perfectly fit her own ordinary spider, to match Star’s? Both good.
  • “Alex K. asks, ‘If you ever got to switch lives with Star, would you?’ Well, you would think the answer would be yes, but then I don’t know what I’d spend all my free time doing if I couldn’t see Star, you know?” I do know…
  • Her favorite of Star’s spells is the Narwhal blast, “because narwhals are so cute and pointy.” Same!
  • She has little hearts with faces magically flying around her room… I’d love to see the scene where Star made her those!
  • Mushrooms, “soooo many mushrooms,” are her favorite pizza topping… same. Also, nice to hear something that would not be Star’s favorite topping. She does always adopt Star’s favorite color, though.
  • Star made her this cute little flying beastie!!
  • There’s more than one, actually. And little flying narwhals!
  • Her favorite holiday is Christmas, because of the presents.
  • She likes horror films.
  • “I saw her in school, and then I, you know, I knew I had to spend my life following her around; you know, sometimes love is like that.”
  • She has a laser puppy named Señor Marco Junior. “Star and Marco gave him to me; isn’t that nice? They’re the best friends.”
  • She likes reggae and jazz.
  • Star gave her the wand-lamp, and even updated it so that half of it flashes–it goes from a fully lit-up wand to a half-lit wand and back.
  • She loves “lots of animals, but especially cats,” and says, “As a matter of fact, on weekends, I wash people’s cats. They don’t like it at all, but one time Star wore cats on her boots, and it was really a blast!“
  • She likes “all forms of sugar and candy,” and chocolate is one of her favorites. She also loves cupcakes.
  • Starfan13 has not seen Gravity Falls (if that show exists in her universe).
  • She loves pugs (though not as much as her laser puppy, of course).
  • She does her own hair.
  • She tried to pick up Star’s wand once, but Star told her not  to touch it and that it would transform into something that reflected her personality. Let’s hope Janna never gets her hands on it.
  • She loves bunnies. She likes all cute little animals; “they’re the best.”
  • When asked if she’s ever asked Star to take her to Mewni: “Uhh… I–no, I don’t want it to seem like we’re attached at the hip, you know. I don’t, I don’t wanna, like, you know, I’m, I’m cool; I don’t, I don’t need things. [laughs nervously]” Sweetheart, I’m sure Star would love to take you.
  • “This one time, I was in a tree throwing bugs and pigeons when Star walked by and said, ‘Hey, look at those pigeons!’ [laughs] It was soooo cute. Me and Star got that in common; we both love pigeons.” (Edit: Someone did point out she might have been saying “throwing buns at pigeons” here).
  • The ghost on her laptop is something she made herself.
  • (Asked if she thought Star and Marco would ever date) “What are you talking about? I mean, everybody knows that I like Star and she likes me; that’s how it is.”
  • She likes nachos.

do you think that vilde ever looks at eva and remembers how fucking cool she is, like look at this girl, look at her clothes and how she’s so experienced and how she never seems to get nervous talking to cool people and hooks up guys without a second thought, look at her smile and her eyes and her laugh and how gorgeous she is, look at this girl!!!! and do u think vilde ever remembers that like. eva chose her. to be her friend. wow. what a thought. what a concept - that anyone would choose vilde, ever. and do you think that vilde tries to explain this to her once - and eva looks at her, the most confused she’s ever been by something vilde’s said. like ofc i chose you, vilde???? you’re so cool????? why WOULDNT i want to be friends with you? and it makes vilde’s stomach flop a little bit. to think that someone loves her like that. so unconditionally, without a doubt, no second questions.

so that wasn’t even douchey?
  • “You’re threatening my family.”

           “And you’re threatening mine.”

  • “Don’t make me stoop to Camille’s level.”

This just show’s Raphael above all wants to track down Camille so she can’t hurt anybody.  If she does, the Clave will turn against his clan, his family.

Meanwhile, here’s this kid in his way, crying for his mommy.

Any leader would have lost patience with Simon.

Originally posted by samann98

So what does Raphael do?  He finds Simon’s mother and tells her “It’s okay, he’s fine.  Don’t worry.”  He didn’t know Simon was gonna walk in on them.

So Raphael, ever the opportunist, uses this situation to make Simon as uncomfortable as possible and makes a big show of fronting that “Oh, you better get Camille, or else I might be able to go after your mother.”

It’s not that he WANTS to use Simon’s mother as bait.  He RECOGNIZES that would be stooping to Camille’s level.  But he’s willing to do even that for the safety of his own family.

He did what he had to do to get through to Simon, AND he helped Simon when he knew his mother was a huge concern for him.

Also, FYI look at the above gif from the scene in which Simon’s fretting over his mom being worried about him, and look at how intently Raphael is listening to him, hearing him out.  To any other older, powerful vampire such a concern on Simons part would seem so TRIVIAL and PATHETIC.  “Oh but my moms worried about me!” Please.  What other vamp would think that’s a good excuse?

But in the end, no matter what stupid shit Simon says, Raphael always listens so carefully.

anonymous asked:

Hiya! I love your stuff! So I was wondering, could I ask what everyone's reactions would be to a really anxious and introverted MC? Like someone just asking something makes her turn red? ^^ Thanks! Love ya!


  • When you first meet him, he doesn’t really expect you to be so anxious.
  • Like, what? You’re not as talkative as you were in the chatrooms?
  • He’s not really sure what to do, and it feels kinda awkward and he gets nervous, so he just kinda talks about LOLOL. And he doesn’t stop.
  • Does he ever run out of things to say? And could he talk a little slower?
  • He does talk about you too though.
  • “Wow MC, you’re so pretty. Like I thought so before when I saw pictures, but you’re really pretty.”
  • You’re a blushing mess. Although to be fair, he is too.
  • At first you guys are really awkward with each other. Like it’s him talking and blushing and you blushing a lot and listening
  • But then you start to warm up with him enough that you aren’t so anxious around him, and he starts to understand how you get anxious
  • And he’s honestly perfectly fine with staying home with you and not going out much. Cuddle party all day? Perfect, he’s got you and his games
  • Whenever you do get anxious though, he tries his best to help. He wraps you up in a hug and holds your hand until you calm down, and gives you enough space to feel better
  • He even makes you dinner
  • He goes to the store and buys a whole bunch of food to make you something? And it’s always really really good?
  • He even heats up chocolate milk to make hot cocoa for you he always forgets to get hot cocoa mix
  • Then it’s back to cuddling and kissing when you feel better. He worries a lot when you get anxious so it helps him to feel better.
  • Although he always feels best when you feel better


  • Woah, you’re an introvert? She is too, she totally gets it
  • So that’s chill
  • You want some book suggestions? She’s got lists. Not to mention her movie collection made up mostly of Zen’s films and favorite TV shows she watches in her free time. When she has free time
  • You guys hit it off really quick
  • At first you’re totally blushing whenever she talks to you though. Like all the time
  • She’s really chill about it though, it’s really comforting and makes it easier for you to open up.
  • You tell her about your anxiety before she witnesses it. It kind of took her by surprise, but she doesn’t freak out about it, and she is actually really good at handling it
  • You spend a lot of time with her reading or watching movies. Sometimes she takes you out shopping too, unless you’re feeling really anxious.Then you guys just go out and get coffee
  • Whenever your anxiety works up she gives you space but is really supportive, like you want a hug? Got it, she’ll do you one better and get a blanket and hold you til you’re feeling better.
  • If it’s really bad, you two will sit on the couch cuddling with a movie playing, wrapped up in a blanket burrito together. She’ll work on work while you relax and watch the movie and cuddle, kissing your forehead as you slowly fall to sleep
  • She always leaves you a cup of coffee in the morning with a very comforting and loving letter ‘cause she’s usually gone before you wake up but she wants you to start off the day on a good note


  • He somehow pushes past your blushing kinda awkward stage really quickly. Wellllll you keep blushing, but he somehow knows exactly what to talk about to get you talking too
  • He honestly loves making you blush he does it on purpose. When he finds out complimenting you makes you blush even more, especially in public, he does it all the time
  • It makes him so happy
  • He doesn’t even care you’re introverted. That just means you spend more time with him cuddling and watching movies? Where’s the bad part of that?
  • Although you getting anxious sometimes worries him, especially when you guys go out places
  • He’s really understanding and comforting though, like whenever you get anxious he holds your hand or hugs you and is constantly reassuring you
  • He’s really gentle and kisses you lightly and it’s so sweet and comforting
  • Whenever you get really anxious he’s right there with you calming you down and hugging you close to him under a blanket though, making sure you’re okay and promising not to leave you til you feel better
  • He showers you with so much love and comfort and reassurance
  • And when you feel better he gets ice cream for you two and kisses you making sure you know he’s there for you and loves you and that you’ll be okay


  • You were really really awkward at first with him. And constantly blushing
  • He thought it was adorable but he didn’t say it out loud cause he was being awkward too
  • Professionally awkward
  • It’s easier to start talking when you two are just with each other. You guys get coffee, or go on dinner dates. It’s still awkward though, at first
  • But it gets easier
  • And he loves you being more introverted. He loves it cause that means you don’t go out all the time or want to go out all the time, and he loves spending time at home with you 
  • He also loves showing you off in public. Especially kissing you in public, he really shows that off
  • But wait
  • You get anxious?
  • He doesn’t quite know what to do about that. The first time you start panicking he has no idea how to help
  • “Do you need water? Or medicine?”
  • No Jumin, not right now
  • He stands unsure for a while as you get more anxious before he hugs you and holds you so so close ‘cause he’s so worried about you and he doesn’t know what to do
  • You two melt to the floor
  • When you start to calm down he lets out a sigh of relief and kisses the top of your head
  • But he won’t let you go now. You two spend the night cuddling each other. Somehow you got a blanket and a lot of pillows. You wake up in his arms and feel so safe and happy with him
  • This becomes tradition whenever you get anxious


  • He tries getting you to talk at first, but when you keep blushing he gets flustered too
  • Silence isn’t too bad
  • But he keeps staring at you and asking you questions every once in a while. You’re flushing so red ‘cause he’s being so sweet, and you answer
  • Congrats! You guys successfully talk, although it’s totally awkward at first still
  • He doesn’t mind. You’re relationship starts quiet and grows from there as you get more comfortable. Then you’re constantly sassing each other and joking around
  • But you are still introverted. Most of the time you stay at home and you guys make up fun date ideas to do without other people.
  • It totally includes things like building pillow forts and nerf gun battles. Sometimes you do reading dates too Seven is really reluctant but you wanna read or movie dates
  • You get anxious whenever something happens. Like when Seven says things like “Now don’t panic but…”
  • “Don’t Panic” = “Panic” to your head
  • Of course you panic
  • He always forgets that you panic when he says that. But Seven stays calm and knows what to do to help although he’s totally worried about you
  • He gets a lot of blankets and makes a pillow fort
  • Yes. A pillow fort.
  • Then he brings you in and tucks you in with blankets and Honey Buddha chips and hot chocolate and you two stay there for as long as you need, curled up in his arms
  • He doesn’t let you know but he needs it just as much as you do to keep calm
  • He worries so much
  • But if you’re okay
  • He is too


  • This poor boy
  • He’s so awkward he doesn’t know what to say and you’re awkward and don’t know what to say
  • He stands really unsure and is just really blunt with everything he says and you’re there blushing bright red
  • Eventually you both give up on talking and just play a board game. You suggest to play Life the best boardgame ever
  • Somehow you both lose at Life? yes flipping the board cause you got the twenty thousand dollar salary does mean you lose Saeran but it’s okay baby
  • I guess that watching a movie works.
  • You guys get better
  • You actually play a full game of Life eventually! (You took out all the salary cards and replaced them all with the eighty to hundred thousand salaries)
  • You both kind of prefer staying at home instead of going out and dealing with people, so the most you do for dates outside is go to a diner or get coffee or go on a walk
  • Scenic walks have been really nice for the two of you honestly
  • But boy do you get anxious sometimes
  • And he’s clueless on how to help
  • Like, he doesn’t want to make it worse? But he doesn’t know how to help?
  • He stands awkwardly and is worried about you but he doesn’t know what to do
  • So you just kind of hug him and nuzzle your head into his shoulder
  • He’s awkward and stiff at first but then he hugs you back, and he holds on tight. He might not know what to do, but he’s still really worried about you and just doesn’t know how to express it
  • So if hugging works
  • So be it


  • V is just really quiet to begin with too
  • But you guys don’t wanna be too awkward so you go and get coffee. He doesn’t notice you blushing all the time cause he’s blind
  • He doesn’t need to know how red you were.
  • What? You were blushing? noooooooo……..
  • You get more comfortable with him quickly. Not ‘cause you talk a lot, but because you are both okay with not talking a lot
  • When you two are alone hanging out, he loves to do things like feel your hair or your skin and ask you to describe it. The color, how it looks in the light, what scars you have or what tattoos you’ve gotten. What they look like, what they mean to you. And honestly? It’s really calming for you to do it and to feel his touch just in a really gentle loving kind of way?
  • He loves when you do it to him too, to trace his skin gently or play with his hair and describe how he looks. It’s a nice reminder cause he can’t see himself anymore. But he doesn’t like talking about scars
  • When you get anxious, he gets into a mix of super caring and super worried. He tries to hide his worry so he doesn’t make you more anxious
  • He finds it best to talk to you when you’re anxious
  • He hugs you and holds your hands and talks to you about what he remembers things looked like
  • “My favorite kind of flower to take pictures of were a really light purple, with really delicate petals…”
  • “I loved the mornings when the sun would start to rise and the sky would be a really light mix of pastel colors all blended together with lavender clouds…”
  • It’s really calming, and when you’re able to, you start telling him things too
  • “The sky is really dark now, but I can see the stars. They’re really bright tonight, it’s really clear…”
  • When you feel better, he does too
  • You usually get some hot chocolate afterwards and go to sleep or take a nap together
  • You always feel a lot better waking up with him next to you

Hiya! I’m a new admin here, Admin Sunflower. I’m Lilac’s sister and Peony’s cousin. I’m gonna be helping out with the blog, but I’m just starting so sorry if I’m not that good or if I go overboard or mess up on some things eheh ^^;;; I’m trying! I was happy to see this ask ‘cause I’m a really anxious and introverted person too (heheh ^^) so I tried to stay true to what it’s like? So hopefully it’s accurate? But, yeahh… Hopefully I’ll get better as it goes!

~Sunflower (:

Why would you wanna be here? 
What do you ever see here that doesn’t make you feel worse than you do?
And tell me - what’s the use of feeling, Blue?
Why would you want employ her subjects that destroyed her?
Why keep up her silly zoo?
Oh tell me what’s the use of feeling, Blue?
An army has a use, they can go and fight a war.
A Sapphire has a use, she can tell you what it’s for.
An Agate terrifies, a Lapis terraforms -
Where’s their Diamond when they need her, Blue?
You’ve got to be a leader, Blue!
Yes, of course, we still love her, and we’re always thinking of her.
But now, there’s nothing we can do!
So, tell me, what’s the use of feeling,
what’s the use of feeling, what’s the use of feeling, Blue?
Oh, how can you stand to be here with it all? (here with it all)
Drowning in all this regret, wouldn’t you rather forget her? Oh!
Won’t it be grand to get rid of it all? (rid of it all)
Let’s make a plan of attack!
Start looking forward and stop looking back-
Oh! Yes, of course, we still love her, and we’re always thinking of her-
Don’t you know I miss her too?
But tell me, what’s the use of feeling?
What’s the use of feeling? What’s the use of feeling?
Check, Please

Would you mind doing an imagine or a one shot with either Rossi, Hotch or Reid where the reader and them are getting married and she wants to keep her last name and she ends up keeping her last name even though everyone else is against it except the guy you choose? Also I absolutely love your writing it makes me so happy to find someone that writes absolutely everything. I also get so excited when I finally have enough time to sit an read your work.

I can do this!  I hope that you enjoy it, because here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!

“You aren’t taking his last name?”

“She isn’t taking your last name?”

“Have you talked to her about it?  I bet if you did, she would.”

“What about hyphenation?”

“It’s just tradition, it doesn’t mean anything.”

The two of you had heard it all.  Ever since you entrusted parts of your wedding to Spencer with the team, you knew it was only a matter of time before they found out that you weren’t taking Spencer’s last name.

And they were trying everything in their power to change it.

“I’m sorry that that they keep bringing it up,” Spencer would murmur lowly in your ear.

But never did he outright say that he was alright with it.

“Spencer?” you ask one evening as you mindlessly twirl your pasta.

“Yes?” he asks as he takes a sip of his drink and smiles at you.

“Does it bother you that I’m not taking your last name?”

You watched his reaction closely.  You had picked up a few tips on how to read people better since you had been with Spencer, and it served you well sometimes.

But this time you had a really hard time reading him, and you were concerned.

“Has someone said something to you again?” he asks.

You didn’t want to tell him that Garcia had asked if you had asked him.  You didn’t want to tell him that she felt it wasn’t right that you hadn’t.

But it had gotten your cogs turning, even though you had stormed out of her office lair angry.

“No,” you state.

“You’re lying,” Spencer calls you out.

“It doesn’t matter,” you shrug.

“It does,” Spencer emphasizes.

“Answer the question,” you ask pointedly.

The two of you looked at each other for a while.  The restaurant faded away, and details of the wedding became obscure as panic began to flood your mind.

But Spencer’s voice pierced through the stress and the worry, and reached down to the scared little girl who was afraid of making someone she loved angry.

“It doesn’t bother me,” Spencer says.

You read his expression, looking for indications that he was lying.

But he knew what you were doing, and it caused him to smile.

“Really,” he lulls lowly as he takes your hand across the table, “it doesn’t bother me at all.”

His fingers began to play with your engagement ring.  The two of you looked down and smiled at it, thinking back to that beautiful morning where you had rolled over and he had been holding it between his fingers, his hair mussed from sleep and his eyes clouded over with anxiousness.

It had been so simple, and so heartfelt, and you had pulled him into your arms and covered his entire body with kisses that morning as the word “yes” tumbled from not your lips, but Spencer’s, time and time again.

“Taking a man’s last name is a very old tradition that took the place of a written deed,” Spencer began. “Taking a man’s last name after the dowry for the woman was exchanged was a way for him to imprint upon her that she was his property, quite literally.”

You looked up into his eyes to find him staring at you.

“You are not my property, Y/N,” Spencer says earnestly.  “You are my partner.  My equal.  Our last names…they don’t have to match for me to know you love me.”

Your eyes were beginning to mist over as Spencer lets go of your hand and brings it up to cup your cheek.

“You marrying me says all of that,” he says lightly.

And as you nuzzle your cheek into his warm, smooth skin, the waitress comes back around with fresh drinks as the smell of your food begins to waft up through your nostrils.

“Wanna finish dinner and get dessert at home?” you ask sultrily.

You giggled as Spencer licked his lips and darted his eyes up to the waitress.

“To go containers, please?” he asks quickly.

And you threw your head back in laughter as the waitress scampered off quickly.

Do you know what makes that Stydia scene in the jeep so emotional? Is the fact you can see just how much Stiles telling Lydia he loves her, meant to Lydia. I honestly believe he is the first guy to ever say that to her and actually mean it. Jackson would have never swallowed his pride and put his ego to the side to tell Lydia that, and Aiden sadly wasn’t around long enough to get to that stage (who knows if he ever would). But here is Stiles a guy that Lydia never imagined would mean so much to her, sitting in his jeep, holding her hand and begging her to remember him, and then he confesses that his in love with her. You can genuinely tell that he means every word, and what’s more important is that Lydia knows it too.

Creepypasta #973: A Philosophical Dilemma

Length: Short

I babysat a girl about a year ago. There were photographs of her on the walls as a cheerleader, with her all-American cheerleader skirts spreading like an umbrella, as if to wow the world around her. 

At one point, she sat down next to me – and proceeded to ask the weirdest question I had ever heard in my life.

‘’If I went to a parallel universe, where I found my other self living a better life than me, in a better world than me… would it be wrong to drag my alternate self over to my reality, where I would slit my alter ego’s throat? I would do it in my reality, because, you know, I’d make a mess, so what happens in my reality, stays in my reality… and then I would just take her place! You would still have your child, but your real child, well, in a matter of speaking I guess, would be dead. Would that make you mad? Sad? Both?’’

‘’This question is so complex there’s no simple answer to give you here, Amy,’’ I replied.

‘’Ah,’’ she smiled. ‘’You’re right. It’s a hypothetical scenario, anyway.’’

The girl stood up – and left.

Why would she ask me this question? Was she actually talking about herself? Her parents did notice something was off about her- but in a good way. She was smarter, was reading all sorts of books.

‘’Nah,’’ I shook my head. ‘’No way. That’s just some kid trying to play mind games with me.’’

At least that is what I choose to believe.

Credits to: Sarah_Norten

okay you know what i think a lot about gryffindor marinette. I thinks shes perfect for gryffindor. even if she’s scared she will do what she has to! one of her more prominent character flaws is her tendency to act without thinking, or an inability to separate her actions from her emotions, which is also… very gryffindor.

anyways i think alya should be ravenclaw and everyone wonders why marinette is a gryffindor but alya’s not

alya would also make a good slytherin.

and this boy is a hufflepuff if i ever saw one


adrien is also an unregistered animagus which he learned so he could get places without people looking at him. but now hes friends with marinette

I don’t know. I dont know

“Flex” - Aelin and Her Cadre

It has come to my attention that after my certain….feelsy fanfic “Witchling” that I had to make it up to you guys. Of course, what better way than this? Enjoy! 

Have you ever dreamed of the cadre exercising shirtless, with Aelin? Being over dramatic and flexing? Well dream no more my friends! Dream no more…

Warning : for the ladies ;)

I wrote this listening to Flex by Sip and I highly recommend it. This was also inspired by this video I would watch that too. Just saying, it will bless your night/day

“I can’t believe they’re doing this,” Lysandra laughed. She shook her head and dug her chin in Aedion’s shoulder gently. Aedion looked over at her, flexing his muscles, before sliding his arm around her shoulders. 

“I can” Aedion laughed and he shook his head. The couple looked over at Aelin and the cadre. Aedion snorted as Aelin rolled out of her shirt, revealing a sports bra and shorts. And her glorious abs. 

Lysandra over dramatically fanned herself and called out, “That’s my girl friend!” Aelin laughed and she winked, posing. Lysandra lifted up her fingers, as if she was taking a picture. 

The twins rolled their eyes and they grabbed their shirts by the collars at the same time. They shrugged out of their grey shirts, revealing their toned chests and arms, don’t forget those abs. Fenrys stretched and he winked at Asterin. Manon snorted. 

Connall jumped up and he grabbed onto the pull-up bar. He flexed his muscles before pulling up, reaching his chin over the bar. He kicked his legs out, before curling them into his stomach. 

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying this” Asterin purred. She leaned forward, watching Fenrys. Manon rolled her eyes. 

Aelin settled herself in between Connall’s legs. She hooked her arms over his knees and Connall slowly pulled her up, his abs crunching. Aelin grinned and she looked back at the Black Wolf of Doranelle as he continued to lift her up and down, only using his legs. 

“That’s my girl friend!” Lysandra hollered. Aedion gripped her chin and kissed her, causing Lysandra to laugh, shoving him away gently. 

Rowan and Lorcan raised their eyebrows. Lorcan took off his shirt and Elide swallowed, rubbing the base of her throat. Rowan did the same, causing Aelin to follow “That’s my husband!” Elide leaned against Manon and Asterin’s legs, pulling her own legs into her chest. 

Lorcan dropped down and he started doing push-ups. Every time he pushed he, he clapped his hands together, before bracing them on the ground again. Connall slowly lowered Aelin onto Lorcan’s back. Aelin grinned and she braced her elbow on Lorcan’s back, posing. 

Lorcan continued to push up and down. Fenrys jumped over, swinging ropes around him. He flipped into the air and landed on his hands and feet, to the left of Lorcan. He started to push up and Aelin grinned. She jumped up as Lorcan did and Fenrys rolled under them. Aelin landed on Fenrys’s back, grinning down at the wolf. “I’m trusting you with my life, you know” 

Fenrys nipped her ear before doing push ups, his muscles spasming under Aelin’s chest. Aelin rolled over, bracing her back against Fenrys’s. She crunched her stomach, bending her knees. 

Aelin jumped off the wolf and she walked over to Rowan and Gavriel. Rowan reach his hand out and helped Aelin sit down on the place between his knees and feet. Aelin balanced herself as Rowan pressed his feet against Gavriel’s. They counted to three before lowering their legs and lifting them, Aelin grinning and flipping her hair over her shoulders. 

“She enjoys them way too much” Aedion laughed. He turned up the music, watching his cousin and her cadre. Aelin turned around and she leaned forward, bracing her palms on Rowan’s chest. She kicked up, ending up in a handstand. The blonde slowly pushed up and down, kissing Rowan each time she went down. 

Vaughan grabbed Aelin’s legs, bending her forward. Aelin lifted her arms off Rowan’s chest, wrapping her legs around Vaughan quickly. The osprey pressed her body against his. 

He slowly bent his legs, before jumping up, still holding Aelin. Aelin grinned and she squeezed her legs around him tighter. Vaughan jumped again, landing, gripping Aelin’s waist tightly. 

“I would too,” Manon whistled. Dorian gave her a look and she shrugged, leaning forward on the bench and watching the show. Aelin jumped off Vaughan and she started jumping with him, but faster. 

Aelin grinned when the twins brought over a bar. She jumped up and grabbed it, curling her body. She stayed there, in that L position, as the twins slowly lifted her on the bar. They brought her over their heads, before bringing her back down, bending their knees. Aelin did stomach crunches, nodding her head to the beat of the music. 

“Aelin, what in the world” Dorian laughed. Aelin winked before pulling herself over the bar, flipping, then wrapping her legs around Lorcan’s neck. She turned around as Lorcan fell to the ground, bracing his hands down. They both did push-ups and Aelin started laughing as Rowan braced his ankles on their backs. 

They made T as they did push-ups, all three of them clapping their hands at the same time. Then they did it a domino effect, Aelin, Lorcan, then Rowan. Lysandra cheered Aelin on, dancing in her seat. 

They slowly broke apart and Aelin turned on her back, pulling her chin up and her knees to her chin. She continued to crunch, even as Rowan lowered himself over her. He kissed her before rolling off, Vaughan replacing him. Aelin laughed as Vaughan did a push up, pushing down and kissing her forehead. Fenrys and Connall were next, grinning down at Aelin. Then Lorcan.

When it was Gavriel’s turn, he reached down and helped him up. Aedion screamed indecency and Aelin waited for Gavriel to squat. She braced her hands on his thighs, pulling herself into a hand stand. She slowly did push ups in that position, as Gavriel braced his hands slightly awkwardly on her waist. 

Aelin lifted one hand up, putting it behind her back. Her arm wobbled as she continued to push up and down, grinning at Gavriel. Gavriel rolled his eyes and he flipped her over his shoulder quickly, Connall being there to catch her. 

He and Fenrys lined up and they held Aelin, slowly using her as a weight. They held her, curling her up to their chests, before rolling her down again. Aelin placed her chin in her palm, winking at Chaol next. The Hand of The King sputtered, his face turning an awkward red. 

“I swear to god” Dorian started laughing. He shook his head. “Is this what she does with her immortal warriors even when we’re not around?”

“Yes” Lysandra and Aedion said at the same time. Everyone started laughing and watched as Rowan and Lorcan began to beat ropes against the ground. Aelin flipped out of the twin’s arms, landing in between the ropes. 

She quickly did high knee ups, keeping in tune with the pounding of the ropes. Sweat dripped down her neck, down her sports bra but she never broke eye contact with Chaol. 

Aelin flipped forward again, holding her knees to her chest. She landed in a crouch, before slowly sliding in a split. Aelin ran her hands down her body slowly, pushing her wet blonde hair out of her eyes. 

Aelin slowly pulled her arms up, flexing her muscles. She stared at her toned arms, kissing her biceps quickly. Lysandra dramatically fell on the ground, spreading out her limbs, pretending to be dead. 

The cadre lined up on either side of her, Rowan and the twins on her left and Gavriel, Lorcan, and Vaughan on her right. They all slowly untied their shorts. “Oh fu-” Asterin cursed as the cadre dropped their shorts, posing in their boxers. 

All of the Thirteen screamed and they fell off the benches, following Lysandra on the ground. They pretend to spasms as the cadre and Aelin continued to pose and flex. Aedion slowly shut off the music and he looked back at Dorian and Chaol. “So glad you guys came to visit” 

Aelin ended everything with an overly done wink and she sang “Ding” and somehow the Queen of Terrasen managed to make her eye sparkle. 

The End

If you were having a bad day, maybe even because of my fanfic, I hope this made you feel better! I recommend, as a highly trained therapist, that this would definitely make you feel better. 

I hope you enjoyed!