which one should i get though

Does anyone else have tiny, mundane things that they get angry about with a kind of holy, righteous zeal? I’m not talking about religion or politics here - I mean utterly pointless things for which you have an internal rant prepared, should anyone ever ask you about the topic (though no-one ever will).

For instance: I believe (with unshakable firmness) that cupcakes are an abomination. That is not a good cake to frosting ratio; there’s no way to eat them without getting said greasy, artificial frosting all over your mouth and top lip (don’t link me to some kind of bullshit ‘hack’, you gormless peasants, you know this is true); the cake underneath is almost always bland and dry. Cupcakes are all about #aesthetic, not actual eating pleasure. Thus, they embody some extremely bourgeois notion of ‘glamorous treat’ where the well-to-do can ooh and ahh over a display case and entertain abstract thoughts of ‘naughtiness’. They’re like a signifier for cake that removes the risk that you might actually eat or enjoy the thing itself. Fuck cupcakes.

Seriously, I get angry about this at least once a week.

anonymous asked:

Are you aware there's a Tayerr rip off running around? It look exactly like Tayerr (head shape, expression, style too) but with pink instead of green. People are trying to find them, I thought you should know though I expect you've already got messages about it.

Ohoho, do I know…

I thought that staying quite and not talking about it would be the healthiest, non-provocative way to deal with this. God was I wrong. I’ve had plenty of ripoffs in the past, but this one in particular has people blowing up my inboxes. I’ve even gotten tagged in bullshit on my facebook, which is solely for personal friends and family. (I’m pissed about that bit)

BUT, I am aware and my response is: “mehhgg.” Yes, this type of stuff gets under my skin, but that does not validate a witch hunt. I wish they — and people like them — would get excited over their own creative designs before pouring blood, sweat, and tears into a well-crafted knock off… But it’s all apart of the learning curve, I guess.

 Technically there is nothing I can do, and even if there were, I wouldn’t take action. I like to let artists grow out of this phase on their own. While there have been cases where I have stepped in and had a chat with them, copying others’ designs seems to have manifested into a type of unfortunate ‘training wheels’ for the costume/character-making world. 

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Forduary week three: Support
At least he’ll always have his brother there to support him, right?


You can see all of my Forduary entries here and all of my Stanuary entries here.

People don’t take black women with depression or a mental illness seriously. We’re just written off as another angry black woman. Which is why I’m hardly ever honest about my struggle with my own depression. No one believes me. Or even if they believe me, the assumption is that as a black girl, I’m used to living a hard life. So I should be able to handle anything after a couple of nice words & a pat on the back. The truth is though I hurt too much, too fast, too easily. I’ve attempted to take my life twice and I struggle with getting out of bed every morning. I smile and sometimes I’m really really happy. But sometimes I break and everything feels like disaster.

sveltlanna  asked:

So 'tis been a while that I'm wondering, what can I do to save the bees?

Well, there are many things you can do to save bees, for every skill and dedication level!

Level: You’ve thought about bees once or twice.
Don’t kill bees! This takes almost no effort at all, just don’t swat them when you see them, try and open a window for them if they get in your house or car, don’t spray them with bug killer, in general, just leave them bee. Or, in the rare case where you might get a swarm in your neighborhood, call a local beekeeper to see if they can come and take them away without hurting them.

Level: Hey, you sorta like bees.
If you do any kind of gardening, try not to use insecticides that might harm bees.

Level: You think bees are quite important.
Signing these petitions to stop the use of harmful pesticides on commercial crops will really help bees, there is quite a lot of evidence that pesticides currently being used contribute to the falling bee population. And you could write to local politicians urging them to stop the use of them as well.

Level: You’re pretty sweet on bees!
Buy honey from a local beekeeper. Local beekeepers tend to care more about the health of their bees over profits, not to mention they allow their bees to forage for their own nectar and pollen which not only keeps them healthy and happy, but makes the honey taste ten times better than commercial honey that only feed their bees sugar water. It’s a little more expensive, but if you’re a person who has previously not really liked honey, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if it changes your mind. And if you don’t like honey on its own, it can always be used in place of sugar, for your tea, coffee or your baking!

Level: You bee-lieve in bees.
Make a bee waterer! Bees can need a drink while searching far and wide for nectar, but drinking from a puddle or a stream is dangerous for them, they can easily fall in and drown! So, you can easily make a safe little area for them to drink from, all you need is some kind of bowl or dish, some pebbles or marbles, and water. The pebbles create little islands for the bees to land on while they drink, so there is no danger of them drowning.

Level: You really like bees!
Plant flowers that bees love! This helps them to easily get food, wherever they are. Here is a few lists of the kind of flowers bees like, and some advice on planting them.

Level: You’re a bee doctor!
When you see a grounded bee, a bee that is crawling on the ground because it is too weak to fly, sick, or possibly wet, give it a hand! Find a tupperware box, place the bee inside, you can use a piece of cardboard if you’re not feeling brave, and place it in a warmer area, in the sun, in your shed, or in your house if you’re comfortable with bees. And give it something to eat, you can pick some flowers and put them in the box, or mix up some sugar and water (do not use sweeteners or honey, sweeteners are inedible to them and honey can possibly contain viruses that will not be good for it in its weakened state) and place it near the bee. If it was just weak or wet it may dry off and bee able to fly away, but in some cases they’re too sick to help, but at least you tried!

Level: Heck, you’re a bee estate agent!
Some types of solitary, mason and bumblebees don’t live in hives, but instead make small nests or dig holes in trees, but wouldn’t you like it if you were going to build a house and someone gave you one for free? So why not buy or build a bee house! Here are a few tutorials to make one, and then you can watch the bees that might take up residence. But if you don’t have the time you can easily buy one online.

Level: You might love bees more than I do, if that’s possible!
Become a beekeeper! Yes, you can do it if you feel up to the challenge, I would advise reading up on it before you buy a hive though, here is some reading material to get you started. Not to mention you should be able to buy a Flow Hive soon, which will make it even easier!

Level: You are now fully assimilated into bee culture.
Hey if you like bees that much, why not just become one! Put on your black and yellow striped top, your bee wings and antennae, bug eye glasses, and start learning to communicate through the medium of dance. Hey, if Doctor Bees can do it, so can you!

Level: ?????
Watch Bee Movie.

Just do it.

Right now.

I commissioned @clionadraws (again) to draw a scene from my VLD Allurance fic, and here is the beautiful finished product!

Title: searching for sparkles
Series: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Pairing: Allura/Lance
Word count: 4004
Summary: Allura just wants something sparkly. It’s not a date, Lance—but it’s exactly what she needed.
Notes: AO3 link. Also, I listened to a lot of Ellie Goulding while I wrote this, haha. 

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What We once were

I truly hope so much that you like this story. It’s based of what was for months my reality. 

Plot: Y/N is in love with Harry and doesn’t understand why he cuts her off. 

Warnings: Mentions of violent behavior, however not in detail.

Picture isn’t mine which is quite sad. 

It was safe to say that I loved him far too much for my own good. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, eyes wide and full of warmth and with a hint of… wonder. He looked at me as though he was the only one who saw me as me, the person I truly was. And yet at the same time I know now that he also always saw me as somebody I couldn’t possibly be. Somebody I didn’t even want to be and now am glad I never became, even if it resulted in costing me him. To this day I think it was this misperception of his that doomed the two of us to fail.

Harry caused me so much unnecessary pain, forced me through a seemingly infinite amount of sleepless nights.

How had I ever made that man to somebody I cared about so deeply? I truly wish I hadn’t.

….Then.
I stumbled into Harry’s life at a time when the both of us felt terribly out of place. He’d befriended a friend of mine and was soon thrown into a new group of friends, one that I happened to be part of a well. Of course he was on good terms with everybody and held the attention of everyone.

It caught me by surprise when Harry and I became friends. I’d expected to be just as much of a bystander in his life as I was in the lives of the other’s but for some reason he made an effort to know me. I let him of course, gladly in fact since I was just as much pulled under his spell as the rest of us were and greedy for any bit of attention he could spare.

Soon I discovered that he was funny, kind and not half as cocky as he always pretended to be. Harry made me happy. It was far too easy to fall in love with him it happened without me even noticing.

….Now.
It would be nice if this story would turn into one of those that end with the two friends looking closely at each other, smile and then realize at the same time that the partner they had been dreaming of had been right there in front of them all along. What’s more beautiful than mindless flirtations turning into true words of love? I’ll say it right now this is definitely not that kind of story. If anything it’s the opposite.

….Then.
“You should come with us,“ Harry suggested one day.

We were queueing for coffee, something we did at least once a week since he’d introduced me to this part of the city where we’d found what was undoubtedly the best cafe ever. I’d somehow hoped he would invite me to the party tonight, but at the same time I dreaded the thought of going.

I bit my lip. “Wouldn’t I be a bit out of place?“

“Next!“ Moving quickly I informed the barista of our orders and payed for them both before following Harry who’d already walked over to the side of the counter where our coffee’s would be served. He smiled when I followed him.

“Rubbish,“ Harry spoke, grinning at me with that smile I thought about far too often when alone, “You’d just stick to my side like you usually do.“

This idea I liked. Harry’s grin widened when I nodded. “Okay.“

“Great!“

Harry squeezed my shoulder before glancing to our right when’re a beautiful young woman came to a stand, checked something on her phone and then moved to sit down at a table near the wall. A sour taste settled on my tongue and I cleared my throat.

“Only so that somebody’s looking after you, which isn’t a piece of cake,“ I  said, smiling when I successfully distracted his attention away form the pretty female and back to me, “Drunk Harry is a pain in the arse I’ll tell you that much.“

Harry shook his head with arched brows. „Watch it love, ’nother comment like that one and m’gonna pinch you.“

“As if you’d dare,“ I laughed, but shrieked and moved away when his fingers reached out to assault my hips. “Ouch! Be nice!“

We waited another minute or two before he thanked the barista with a warm smile while handing me my coffee.

“How much do I owe you?“ he asked, taking a sip from his mug.

“Don’t worry about it. You payed for both of us last time.“

“Oh, so now you can be nice to me, huh?“ Harry playfully nudged my side with his arm and nodded towards the exit, silently asking for us to leave. Well, less asking than demanding it.

My heart sank a little. I’d hoped we would sit down and enjoy our coffees together and through that prolong our time spent alone with one another, but I assumed he already had other plans.

“I’ll pick you up at ten,“ Harry informed me out on the street, his hand a constant warmth at the small of my back. “That way we’ll be an hour later than everybody else and there when the fun really starts.“

I rolled my eyes. “Sure. Whatever you say.“

“That’s the spirit,“ Harry joked, laughing when I glared at him, “I’ll see you then.“

My heart skipped a beat when he leaned in, lips finding my cheek in a lingering kiss before he allowed his arms to wrap around my waist in a tight embrace. The untamable curls of his tickled my neck when he let his face nuzzle my skin momentarily and I giggled in delight, heart thrumming heavily upon hearing him quietly chuckle.

“I’ll see you later,“ I confirmed, more to myself than to him in order to soften the sting of us having to part, “Bye, Harry.“

I squeezed him to me one more time before letting him release me. He stepped back and for a moment I believed to see something change in his eyes. With a final wave he made his way towards the taxi station nearby while I turned to walk to the nearest bus stop.

..

Harry’s hand was holding mine tightly (his doing, not mine), our fingers intertwined and my heart singing. I smiled and let him pull me with him as he went to say hello to all of the people he knew at the bar, which were many. Nobody questioned our interlaced hands and my cheeks warmed at the thought of people not doubting for a moment that I could belong to Harry’s side.
While Harry spoke to one of his friends my eyes scanned the faces of the people around us and to my distaste found the all too familiar and rather attractive features of Cherry, Her evil eyes glared at me briefly before widening upon noticing Harry, her desire for him as clear to see for everybody as her red painted lips were. I shuddered and turned more into Harry’s side, reminding myself that it was me he’d asked to come with him and not her. I didn’t look but I could feel her angered gaze of jealously on my frame. I couldn’t fight the smile pulling at my lips. The next person I was was Jake, a friend, who smiled and raised his hand in a short wave. I waved back. Him I quite liked.

“Y/N!“

Harry’s eyes found mine briefly before he released my hand and let my friend Lucy embrace me so tightly I could hardly breathe.
When she let go again I was immediately forced into a conversation with her and before I could do anything to stop her she pulled me away and out of Harry’s sight.

The night turned out to be fun though, especially when Harry joined me shortly after saying hello to Cherry and only left my side after an hour when our friend Riley suddenly came hurrying towards us, saying that he needed to talk to Harry. I watched him walk away longingly.

“You know,“ Lucy began while biting onto the blue straw of her drink, “he really likes you.“

“We’re best friends,“ I shrugged, turning to her, “He better like me.“

“No, silly,“ Lucy rolled her eyes and nudged my arm, “I mean he fancies you. Maybe not as much as you do him since you’re practically head over heels for that guy, but still. I’m sure if you were to say anything he’d be happy to go out with you.“

With flushed cheeks I looked around us, hoping nobody had heard her words.

“I don’t want to risk anything,“ I confessed quietly, “I’d rather be his friend than be nothing at all. Besides, it’s the guy who has to take the first step, not the girl.“

At that Lucy laughed loudly, her long hair fell over her shoulders and I briefly admired how pretty she was.

“Welcome to the 21st century, Y/N. And don’t you think he already made the first step? Several times, actually? Think about it. He invited you here to come with him. He escorts you home every time you’re out late with us and he constantly calls or texts you. Jake told me the other day that he drove past the two of you when Harry was walking you home and he didn’t dare stop to say Hi, thinking he might otherwise interrupt something.

“Jake is being funny then,“ I replied, ignoring the heavy squeeze my heart gave, “Harry is like that with many girls.“

“But only with you it is real.“

I didn’t reply any further and did my best to change the subject, silently urging my heart to calm down. I wished Lucy’s words were true. I wanted Harry to adore me as much as I adored him.

….Now.
Harry didn’t adore me as much as I adored him. It was about one week after that night that he told Lucy he hated me. 
Her expression had been one of pity and I could tell it was hard for her to speak the words, fully aware that they would break my heart, but I’d begged her to tell me what it was I had done to make Harry draw away from me. And that was all she got out of him.
Harry hated me, wanted nothing to do with me and felt as though he had absolutely no place for me in his life anymore. 
And while my world shattered at his sudden change of heart, he seemingly stayed unaffected.

“What can I say,“ Lucy recalled his words were, “I guess when one door closes, another one opens.“

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

….Then.
I continued to speak to Lucy and drink, though I made sure not to get drunk so I would be sober should Harry decide to get wasted. I was to keep my word and take care of him, which I didn’t mind at all.

“Can’t believe you’re doing this for him,“ Lucy said, brows arched, “Make sure that he’s actually drunk this time.“

I rolled my eyes, remembering with a foul taste in my mouth when Harry had pretended to be drunk and forced me to drag him home, making me then walk back to my apartment alone and in the middle of the night only to later on reveal that it had all been an act.

“Wanted to see if you were a good friend or not,“ Harry had laughed after humiliating me in front of everybody, “And you passed!“

It hurt me how easily he could play with my feelings for him and I know that I should have left him then. But of course I had instead forgiven Harry without thinking about it twice.

We were interrupted by a guy named Cory. His tall figure loomed over the two of us and he looked very much out of breath. Though he didn’t know me it was my face his eyes instantly found.

“Y/N, right? You need to come with me. Now.“

I was grabbed without further explanation and dragged with such quick steps it was difficult for me to keep up. I was confused and wondered what a guy I didn’t even knew could want from me.

Though when we reached outside I realized it wasn’t Cory who needed something from me, but Jake.

My good and kind friend Jake was crying. His body shook and his face resembled the color of a sheet of paper. The blue of his eyes was swimming in tears and the evident fear in his orbs frightened me. My stomach turned when I noticed how his right cheek shone with a flaming shade of red. I stumbled towards him, heart beating heavily in my chest.

“Jake, what-“

“Y/N. No.“

I flinched at Harry’s rough words and when my surprised eyes met his I froze. With his back stood against the brick wall of the building I hadn’t noticed his presence at first but now that I looked at him not even the dark could hide the heavy movements of his chest, the raw anger in his burning eyes. Instantly my worry was for him.

“Harry? What happened?“

My eyes wandered down and the racing of my heart increased at the sight of his trembling fingers, the knuckles of his hand already swollen.

I moved towards him and reached out for his arm before my brain could catch up. “Oh god, Harry, are you alright?“

Tears threatened to form at the sight of the one I loved in pain. Harry gently squeezed my fingers.

“I’m okay, love, don’t worry. Go. I don’t need you to see this.“ This time his tone was kind.

I turned to look at Jake. He’d shrunk back when I’d moved to stand by Harry’s side instead of his and I noticed how his tears increased, smearing his flaming cheek. I didn’t understand and desperately searched for answers in Harry’s face, but his expression had already hardened again. It was when his dark eyes found Jake’s trembling form that I realized what had happened. There was no kindness in his stare.

I let go of Harry’s hand and stepped back. “Harry, what did you do?“

Jake sobbed, breaking my heart further. I felt tears burn my eyes and roll onto my cheeks before I could stop them and I turned to look at the friend I felt was like my brother. With my entirety shaking I stepped closer and tried to reach for his hand.

“Are you okay?“ It was a stupid question to ask somebody who was so clearly devastated.

Jake nodded.

“Y/N,“ Harry growled form behind me, “Leave him be and go back inside. You have no business here so stay out of it.“

His voice was back to being harsh.

Still I pressed on.

“Did Harry do that?“

I didn’t need Jake’s nod to know the answer to my question.

It wasn’t the first time I’d been a witness to Harry’s short temper. He’d lashed out at people before my eyes more times than I liked to admit, but never before at one of our friends.
Never somebody we cared about. 

At first he would always scream and if the person confronted then didn’t step back, Harry would let his muscular physic do the talking.
I’d been so frightened when it had happened for the first time as I before that incident only knew him as a kind, warm and loving guy who did everything he could for his friends. Upon meeting him I wouldn’t have ever believed he’d be the type to solve his problems with physical strength, but over time I’d learned that if you push the false buttons, he could get as angry as a hurricane and destroy everything around him.
Normally he always tried to make sure I didn’t see.

“Oh Jake,“ I cried and moved to hug him.

Harry made a sound like I imagined a wild tiger would right before killing his prey.

“Y/N, I swear to god, go the fuck inside!“

“Stop it, Harry! Can’t you see you’ve done enough?“ I was properly sobbing now, “What the hell were you thinking? You hit Jake!“

“That prick deserved it,“ Harry spoke cruelly, “Didn’t you, you little shit?“

“Hey man, calm down, okay? I think he gets it,“ Cory intervined.

He’d stayed silent until now.

Jake’s swimming orbs found my face. “I’m going home.“

I brushed my hands against the wet skin of my cheeks and nodded. My friend’s scared eyes found the man’s who stood behind me before quietly continuing.

“Come with me.“

“She’s staying, aren’t you, Y/N?“ Harry’s tone was almost mocking, “She came here with me so she stays until I take her home. She doesn’t need you to do that.“

My head hurt and I shook my head. Breathing was difficult.

“Jake,“ I whimpered, “Just go, okay? Text me when you’re home.“

I knew my reply disappointed him but at the same time it was hardly a surprise. Of course I would stand by Harry’s side still. Of course there wasn’t anyone who I would choose over him. Harry knew it, too and grinned at the both of us with an unfamiliar shade of evil in his eyes.

I faintly heard him mumble the words Good girl.

My stomach turned.

“I can go home by myself.“

Jake moved to leave and when I turned to look at Harry his expression had changed from one of anger to one of surprise. I noticed that his eyes were back to their clear green color that wasn’t at all frightening and when I took a step back and out of his reach he frowned.

“Y/N,“ he spoke softly, “C’mon. I’ll take you home later.“

I shook my head. “I want to leave now.“

He sighed. “We’ll leave now, then.“

Once more he reached out to touch me and just like before I flinched away from his touch. The blood on his hand made me sick.

“I said I can go by myself, Harry.“

..

Any other person would have understood.

Of course I couldn’t bear to be in the presence of the male who’d just inflicted such pain and fear on one of my closest friends. It was all too much and I cried on my way home, thankful that the taxi driver didn’t dare asking what the matter was.

Jake texted me that he was fine and though none of what happened was my fault I apologized profoundly for what Harry had done.
But that was it. I didn’t offer to come over and take care of him, in fact I didn’t address the subject at all anymore the moment I found out what had happened.
Apperaantly Jake had run his mouth about something Harry didn’t like and before he’d been able to react or apologize Harry’d already begun to inflict physical pain on him, completely void of any compassion for his friend.

I felt bad, I really did, and though I was angry and upset with Harry, the fear of him resenting me should I side too much with Jake kept me from being a good friend to him.

I picked Harry without even consciously making the choice.

..

When I went to tell Lucy about what happened the night before she said that she already knew. Harry had told her everything after I’d left him standing outside the bar.

“He was pretty pissed at you,“ she said with worried eyes, “Said he doesn’t want to see you anymore.“

I shuddered. “Maybe I should call him. Talk things out.“

But he didn’t pick up. Not the first time I tried and not the fifth either. He didn’t even respond to my messages.

Slowly I could feel myself freak out. We’d had some spats here and there, arguments that had made him shut me out and avoid talking to me, but so far whenever I reached out to apologize he warmed up and welcomed me back at his side.

Only this time I honestly felt like there was nothing for me to apologize for. I wasn’t the one who’d laid hand on Jake, who’d commanded a friend around as though they were my property and I hadn’t been the one to spoil the whole night for everyone.

“Just apologize to him,“ Lucy advised after I’d spent three days with absolutely no word from Harry, “He’s on good terms with Jake again. After letting out his aggression Harry accepted Jake’s effort of making things okay.“

“Good for them,“ I said, genuinely meaning it, “But there is nothing I could apologize for and nothing that I did wrong that night. Harry knows that, too.“

In all honesty I felt as though it was Harry’s turn to apologize to me. So many times before had it been me who’d tried and tried to reach out for him to make things right, often I even let myself down just to please him and that just couldn’t happen again.
I would wait, I decided, wait for him to respond to one of my innocent messages, hoping desperately that this choice wouldn’t cost me him. 

But of course that was exactly the price I had to pay for not backing down this time.

….Now.
Harry could be so kind. He was the first person to be there for me when I was in trouble, he always protected me against anything and anyone who made me uneasy and most importantly through him I experienced a never before encountered feeling of being needed. 

To him I was important and he appreciated me every day.

At times he was gentle and funny, blushing whenever he managed to make me laugh and his eyes would sparkle so lovingly it made my heart flutter.

He wasn’t all manipulative, arrogant and selfish.

I think Harry liked to think of me as an obedient and kind girl that wasn’t difficult to keep around. And he most certainly knew I was in love with him. So when I chose not to let myself down and apologize for standing up to him he was surprised and angry.
I’d proven his perception of me wrong and this newly discovered girl wasn’t who he had much use to.

….Then.
Never before in my life had I cried so hard. It was like I couldn’t breathe, my chest was crushed under an immense weight and I was robbed of any feeling of comfort. Some nights it got so bad I was hysterical and trashed around in my bed with no hope of finding rest. It felt like I was forcefully ripped open and everything Harry had left in my heart was taken away. Left was a sickening emptiness.

I was devastated.

Harry hadn’t responded to any attempt I’d made at reaching out and after a while I had been forced to give up. So instead I sent Lucy to talk to him and find out what he believed I did wrong only for her to come back with the most awful news.

“Harry was so angry, Y/N,“ Lucy had said, voice quiet and careful, “So much so he acted completely indifferent. He said that you know exactly what you did, that he hates you for it and never wants to see you again.“

She might as well have knocked me out.

Lucy nervously toyed with her hands. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. There really was nothing I could do to calm him.“

..

Hearing that the person you love feels hate towards you is the most intense kind of heart break that can be inflicted upon you by a loved one. Any sense of warmth is sucked out of you, your skin is in a constant state of shudder and your heart might as well not be there. The sickness you may feel before sitting through an important exam or before your first day at a new job, that kind of nerve wrecking sickness doesn’t ever go away again.

Your body is always on alert. Not even sleep brings rest.
It is pure torture to bear a broken heart and it takes so much time until it gets better.

..

The crying didn’t stop and I had no control over it. My eyes began to tear up without me noticing and due to the constant ache in my heart it was difficult to tell when my body was overwhelmed by it. During those times I searched for solitude and refused to spend time with the large group of people I’d once called my friends. Lucy and a small handful of them were the only ones I wanted to be around, anyone else I knew would instantly go and tell Harry about the pitiful state I was in.
And he didn’t need to know how much him leaving me had shattered my entire being.

To my luck the intense pain, confusion and disappointment followed a lot of anger. Like, more anger than I ever knew I was capable of feeling. That helped so much and for the first time I could feel myself slowly getting close to feeling okay again.

Because honestly: How dare he put me aside like I was a used doll to him? How dare he pretend like I wasn’t the best friend he had? How dare he act as if I hadn’t always put him first, before myself even?

I hissed in anger at the mere thought of all the things I’d done for him, every sacrifice, every time I let myself down to please him. If he messed up, I was there to help make things right, if he was upset, I was there to cheer him up. Me, me me. Always Me.
And now what? I had cried at the sight of my friend in pain and that made ma a traitor?

“I’m okay,“ I told Lucy one afternoon after she asked me how I was coping. Five weeks had passed since Harry had stopped talking to me and I was happy to admit that my words were only half a lie.

“That’s good,“ she gave me a small smile before her expression hardened and she looked away. “He asked about you today.“

I almost chocked on my tea. Lucy elaborated: “I ran into him at the cafe he likes so much. He asked where I was going and when I told him he wanted to know how you were doing.“

“What did you say?“ I wondered, my voice much steadier than I expected.

She peered up at me form under her lashes. “That you were good.“

I nodded. “Good.“

“I also asked if I should talk to you and help him make things right again.“ Lucy looked at me expectantly.

With brows arched in surprise I cleared my throat. “You did? What did he say?“

“Nothing he just shook his head. But that’s only because he’s prideful, Y/N, trust me. If you were to call him now I’m certain he would want to talk.“

Slowly I raised the mug I held in both hands to my lips and took a sip. When I looked at her again I knew my slightly puffy eyes were hard.

“Well, I’m not going to.“

“You should,“ Lucy protested, “Put you both out of your misery.“

I shook my head. “He’s the one who acts as if I did the worst possible thing to him when in reality I have done nothing. No, I am definitely not going to crawl back to him like a whipped dog that learned its lesson and damn him if he thinks I will. Maybe he regrets being a dick to me but then it sure as hell means that it’s his turn to come back. After all, he’s the one that left.“

When I finished I was out of breath and my hands trembled.

“I didn’t know you were this angry,“ Lucy admitted, her eyes holding surprise, “I expected you to be happy about these news.“

“Well I’m not,“ I answered, “This is just another stupid test of his and after crying every night for almost a month now I no longer care if I fail it.“

“He told me you were the one who left.“

I gaped at her. “What?“

She shrugged. “In his version of the story you’re the one who backed away form him after what happened to Jake. He thinks you are the one who left.“

Once more my body was set on fire with anger.
“That’s what this is about?“ I cried, “He hates me for not holding the hand he used to beat my friend with?“

Lucy bit her lip, then she nodded.

“Fuck him then,“ I said harshly, “What a self centered prick. I was frightened sick and he is so selfish that me taking a step back and insisting that I needed a moment alone is enough for him to throw us away?“

There was a pause of silence and slowly my breathing calmed again.

Lucy cleared her throat. “Okay, well… it’s your choice. I just know how much you care for him and even after everything he did I’m sure he cares about you just as much. And as your friend I must say that I can’t bear to see you so hurt all the time.“

At that I smiled kindly. “If he cared as much about me as I do for him he wouldn’t be spending all of his time with Cherry at his side.“

Lucy’s face fell. “I didn’t think you knew about that.“

I shrugged. “Hard not to. Her Instagram is full with pictures of them together. Her hugging him, him holding her waist, them dancing. He doesn’t seem to miss me too much.“

“She’s a distraction and has a pretty head that is as empty as a head can be,“ Lucy spoke harshly, “He knows that she is nothing compared to the friendship he had with you.“

I shrugged once more. “He doesn’t seem to mind. And as long as he doesn’t try to come back to me with a solid apology I couldn’t care less if Cherry bores him out of his mind.“

..

Nights were still the worst. That was when my head was haunted by every moment I ever spent with Harry, every laugh we shared, every touch. My poor heart was tortured with the memory of him kissing my cheek, leaving the skin hot and burning. I was reminded of the wide smile he wore whenever he saw me and the look of his arms held open wide for me to step into.

What I found myself missing most though was his smell. I’d grown to love his scent, found it comforting and every night I feared I would forget it one day.

Nights were when I allowed myself to cry and mourn the hope of love I’d lost with him.

I missed laughing with him, because he was still the funniest person I knew. I longed to hear him talk, because he had such a smart mind. I couldn’t bear to think that I would never get to feel his arms around me again and it hurt to imagine that I would never have his protection again.

After giving him so much importance in my life it was difficult to cope without him. But I did. And after two months of no word of him, it truly was no longer a lie when I said that I was feeling good.

..

It was almost like he knew that my heard had mended and I believed he understood that as his cue to come back and fuck me up again.
I stared at my phone with shock. I had one missed call from Harry and four new texts.

Hey.

How are you?

Can we talk?

Sorry.

Almost three months. That was how long he’d waited to reach out again. More than 40 nights of crying, more than 30 days of feeling like I was only a shell of myself.
And all I got was a Hey. How are you? Can we talk? Sorry. 
A ‘Sorry’ was all that my pain was worth.

„Fuck you, Harry,“ I muttered.

I reached for the device sitting before me, unlocked the screen and pressed onto the message until the small window popped up.

Are you sure you want to delete this chat? My phone asked.

I didn’t hesitate to press yes.

….Now.
To this day I knew that there was nobody I loved as deeply as I did Harry.

Even after doing everything in his power to break my heart, I can’t help the small jump out of rhythm and the tiny squeeze it gives whenever I happen to see his face somewhere. So many years have past and both of our lives are so different now.

We don’t speak. We don’t reach out.

But his stare lingers when he sees my face and so does mine. It’s as if we’re both reminded of who we once were and for a moment we wonder what we’ve become.

Thank you for reading this! 
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Cutie (Chris Beck X Reader)

Y’all I just really missed writing Chris okay. Also YAY 200 FOLLOWERS

Originally posted by skywalkerr

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you mumbled, bouncing on the balls of your feet. Next to you, Dr. Beck chuckled, shaking his head. You turned to him, quirking your head to the side in a questioning manner. 

“What’s so funny, Beck?” you asked, eliciting yet another laugh.

“what are you ‘oh my god’ing about?” he asked, turning to face you, not before adding, “and that’s Dr. Beck to you, missy.” You giggled, continuing to nervously bounce. 

“Well,you know, it’s just that this is the last day of training, and in three days we’re gonna be in SPACE!” you exclaimed excitedly, causing the man beside you to smile. 

“Yeah, then I’m going to be stuck with you for months and months on end,” Chris faked annoyance, making you gasp and playfully hit his arm. 

“Hey, you two! Quit flirting, we have training to do,” Watney called, a cheeky smile on his face as he walked away. You were positive your cheeks had turned bright red, so you turned away from Chris as to not embarrass yourself. The problem with the guy was, you actually did like him. Of course, he could never know because it is not permitted for crew mates to be romantic with each other before or during the flight. 

“Oi, I’ll have to get him back later,” Chris mumbled, making you laugh.

“I like the idea of a revenge plan,” you replied, mischief sparkling in your eyes. You both set off down the hall towards the training area, hatching a revenge plan the whole time. 

-3 hours later-

You were all getting a break from training to have some sort of lunch. The whole crew headed towards the cafe, chatting animatedly about the upcoming launch. Martinez and Watney were having a competition to see who could make the best sexual innuendo, while Commander Lewis tried to keep a straight face. Behind them, Johanssen read something on her e-reader, hardly looking at where she was going. 

“(Y/l/n), come get a sandwich with me,” Beck whined, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the line. You smiled at this loose, childish side of him that didn’t come out often. You ere so enthralled by it- by him, really. He was simultaneously smart, caring, adorable, sweet, and dorky all at the same time. That was the reason you fell head of heels for him practically on the first day of training. 

“Which sandwich should i get?” he asked, scanning his eyes over the many options. 

“I say the turkey sandwich,” you said, and he nodded quickly, ordering one from the guy behind the counter. 

“I’m gonna miss real food so much once we’re in space,” he pouted, leaning against the counter as we waited for his food. You nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, me too, especially my Nona’s cooking,” you said thoughtfully, tummy growling at the thought of her delicious food. 

“It’s okay though, i’ll have you on board with me! I’d give up real food for you any day,” he grinned, making your heart pound. 

“Ditto, cutie,” you replied, also grinning, until you realized what you just said. Your hand flew up to cover your mouth and your eyes widened. 

“Nope. No, I did not just say that.I’m gonna just.. go over..there,” you stuttered, backing away. Chris held a blank face for a moment, then he broke out laughing. 

“Relax, (y/n)! You think I’m cute,” he teased, drawing out the end of ‘cute’. You turned firetruck red, looking anywhere except for him. 

“Yeah, I did. But it doesn’t change anything, kay? We’re going to space in three days, I can’t ruin that now,” you explained, finally looking up to meet his eyes. 

“That’s okay,” he smiled,” I can wait.”

Hero’s Comfort

REQUEST: Can you please make an Oliver Queen x reader, where the reader gets hurt and Oliver takes care of them?? Ps: I absolutely love your blog❤️❤️

A/N: Thank you so much for this request and the lovely words! I had fun writing this. Sorry it’s on the short side, hope you like it!<3 

Originally posted by felicityssoliver

Pairing: Oliver Queen x Reader

Warnings: injured reader, fluff!!!


“This is ridiculous. I just need an ice pack and some painkillers and I’ll be-OW!” you shrieked as Oliver lifted up your injured foot, the swelling around your ankle had now come out and it looked more like a tennis ball than an ankle.

“What the hell was that for!” you hissed, glaring daggers at the man currently  kneeling on the floor as he examined your injury.

He gave you concerned look. “You need this bandaged up, and you need to rest it for a few days. That means no training and no missions.”

You gave him an incredulous look, he couldn’t seriously expect you to be alright with that.

“Oh, come on,” you groaned. “I’ve literally been shot at, chased, kidnapped, arrested- all in the past year while working with you, and you’re putting me out for a freakin’ sprained ankle?”

“Yeah, I am.” 

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anonymous asked:

gin, this new comic looks A LOT different from your superman au and adulthood au, in a good way! you seem to be trying out something new, did anything inspire it???

LKASDJFLASDFKSDF OKAY I’m sorry in advance I’m going to write a Bible on this I love these kind of questions THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON lkasdjflkasdf (ノ≧∀≦)ノ

I always find very thrilling to think of the visual aspects of a new project, the style, the characterization, the atmospheres, THE SYMBOLOGY BEHIND THE COLOR it makes me vibrate in excitement..!! I think it’s rather clear I didn’t get to fully enjoy comics until I started drawing The price of a soul because I started it without any kind of expectation. Superman au is exciting, too, but in an overwhelming way: it goes from the idea I had to everything I have to draw for it, (scenery, action scenes, robots, darker atmospheres, backgrounds) whereas TPOAS is just: oH MY GOD WHAT’S NEXT OH THEY ARE PLAYING A GAME OKAY MAN WHAT TIME OF THE DAY IS IT WHAT CLOTHES ARE THEY WEARING GOSH I NEED TO DRAW THE MOST GORGEOUS ALLEN IN THE SURFACE OF EARTH LOOK AT HOW HE LOOKS AT TAMASHI OH BABY YOU’VE GOT EVERYONE WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER I’M NOT CRYING WHILE DOODLING THIS PAGE ABSOLUTELY NOT WHAT IF I TRY ORANGES FOR THE BACKGROUND MONOCHROME BACKGROUND I’M 

So, as you can see, there’s a huge difference in my own attitude HAHAHA But also what started as a simple, very simple project (i’m going to draw comic because I had an idea and I liked it) turned into something way bigger; this year at university I have been asked to develop a whole project every two weeks for almost every subject, so I tried to focus everything on something I could at least enjoy/find useful (see Tamashi). And? And the kid just grew on me so much I can’t believe it? The price of a soul has currently two branches of work: the comic, which is the project I want to focus on once uni is over (and finish, i’m so resolute to finish it it’s scary, I’m not sure I have ever felt this way towards anything creation-wise) and a different story which will incorporate a webpage and interactive options, which is still about Tamashi and Kanda and Allen, but the background is built on a different world than the one in D.Gray-man. I’m fascinated about all the options I have to tell Tamashi’s story, to create different sides of Tamashi’s story, to experiment, to grow. I can tell from the superman au to The price of a soul there’s like a huge step. Maybe not so much in drawing quality, I feel like I have been drawing in the very same way for two years now, but in the way I understand conceptualism, build character, moments through work on atmosphere… It’s still very immature, though? I can go through the pages of tpoas and see I messed up in here and in there, and I should have explained this one moment better, etc, but man I don’t care at all (´∇ノ`*)ノ 

Currently I’m working on finishing the comic, developing a visual novel for Tamashi, creating a webpage around it and it crossed my mind multiple times to draw a The art of Tamashi book in which I get to explain deeply all the work behind it, along with collaborations of other artists on this project!! TAMASHI TOOK OVER MY LIFE AND I DIDN’T EVEN REALIZE WHEN IT HAPPENED

(The featured art belongs to Pixie, Angie and Izzy respectively) 

Man I don’t really know what to say, only that my hands shake and I feel like crying regarding this project

Just realized something. The whole Lars/Sadie relationship thing isn’t going to work out once Lars returns to Earth.

Now that Lars is a pink zombie, he is presumably going to be stuck as a teenager for the rest of his existence. In all likelihood, that’s going to be a lot longer than the typical human lifespan.

Sadie, on the other hand, is going to continue to age and grow. At best,they can maybe keep the relationship going for a few years. It’s unlikely, however, that Sadie is going to be in her 30s married to someone who looks like they’re still a teenager.

Then again, there are humans that date gems in this universe, so I suppose it’s possible.

Even then, though, Lars is going to have to watch Sadie, the Cool Kids, his parents, and everyone he knows age and inevitably die, at which point he may expect Steven to Pink-zombify all of them. That could be one hell of an awkward conversation that could potentially start a zombie apocalypse.

I should probably get some sleep now.

anonymous asked:

small au for hyungwon or the8 please, if it's ok💖💖✨ (p.s : i really love your writings i check them out all the time, the characterization feels so real and the ideas are very good too ! and i hope you're doing well with school and whatever too 💖🌸))

oh my,,,that’s so nice of you to say!!!!! tysm!!!!

  • single dad!hyungwon 
  • loves his son to pieces and hates having to drop him off at the daycare because he’ll literally just hold him like in his arms
  • and his son cries everytime he has to leave and it breaks hyungwon’s heart
  • and the daycare workers are always like ,,,,,sir,,,,,it’s been twenty minutes,,,,,,you might be late for work
  • and hyungwon, hugging his son is like, this moment is Too Precious. I couldn’t give less of a Shit about work
  • (he’s late to work everyday if i didn’t make that apparent enough)
  • wonho and kihyun keep trying to get hyungwon to hire a babysitter and maybe go out drinking with other co-workers but hyungwon is so like,,,,,,suspicious of everyone
  • and he’d literally rather spend the weekend inside with his son helping him learn the alphabet and watching saturday morning cartoons
  • if his son does something like super cute,,,,like once he picked a flower and kept playing with it,,,,hyungwon takes like one million videos of it
  • im not lying, he has like two phones one is full of videos and pics of his son he loves him so much
  • you’re a dog walker who’s always in the park the same time as when hyungwon takes his son there after daycare 
  • and you see this tall,,,,handsome dad with his kid at the kiddie swings and you think it’s really cute
  • and you’re always like wondering where the mom is or something because you bet she has to be gorgeous to be married to someone who literally looks like a model
  • and one day as you’re getting the dogs back on their leashes you notice another owner left the dog park door open
  • and you’re like “that’s rude” but before you can get up to close it you see this tiny boy come waddling through the gates
  • and your eyes widen because!!!!! that’s a kid,,,,,,the dogs,,,,,,,,,,he could get hurt!!
  • and you drop the leashes, running straight over to pick up the little boy and you’re like “you can’t come in here, it’s only for puppies!!” and you look around for their parents but you can’t see anyone
  • but then you notice,,,,,,that hey,,,,,this is the handsome guys son??? and you’re like ??? because where’s his dad 
  • so you close the door to the dog park and try to look around and you don’t notice but the boy wraps his small hands around your neck and cuddles into your shoulder
  • and finally you find his dad running around the park frantically and you’re like “sir!!!!” and hyungwon stops to see you and his son and he’s like oh my god i thought i was going to die,,,,,,i can’t believe he ran off on my like that
  • and you’re like “he came over to the dog park, but thankfully nothing happened but um-”
  • and hyungwon is looking at you and you’re like “i think he’s asleep?” 
  • hyungwon’s eyes go back to being wide and he’s like?????asleep????but he never sleeps in anyones arms but mine??????? 
  • but it’s true when hyungwon leans over to look, his son is asleep in your arms like it’s the most natural thing
  • and you want to hand him over but he’s holding your shirt bunched up in his fist
  • and you’re like “um,,,,,” and hyungwon is like,,,,,,,,,,this is a bit,,,,im sorry
  • and you’re like no it’s fine but actually i need to get the dogs and i cant,,,so could you,,,,,
  • and that’s how hyungwon ends up walking the dogs for you around the block as you hold his sleeping son and you get to talking and he’s so cute, ranting on about how much he loves his boy 
  • and you’re like “what does his mom do?” and hyungwon kind of sighs and is like she’s not around anymore
  • and you’re like oh,,,im sorry and he’s like it’s ok anyway,,,,i think the dogs have had enough,,,,,,,,which dog should we drop off first?
  • and you go around and every one of your customers is like winking at you and pointing at hyungwon like ooooo,,,,i didn’t know you had a husband- and you’re like hES NOT
  • even though you’re literally holding his child and he’s helping you walk dogs. like what do you look like? a family
  • and finally his son wakes up and happily goes from your arms to hyungwons 
  • and you’re like “well, see you whenever??” and hyungwon is like “uh,,,,,actually,,,,,,,if it’s ok with you,,,,,,,,,,,im gonna take him to the zoo this weekend. are you free?”
  • and you’re like OH,,,yes,,,,,,,and hyungwon smiles and it’s the most,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,handsome smile you’ve ever seen
  • and he’s like “good, i think he’ll really like it if you’re there,,,and you know coughs,,,,,so will i” 
12.11 coda

fan fiction gap. also phone calls.

Wet leaves sop underfoot as the brothers trek through the woods, retracing Dean’s invisible steps. Sam is keeping both eyes out for anything that could give away the story of what happened last night, fully aware that his brother is practically useless right now.

“So, like,” Dean begins. Sam takes an exasperated breath in prep for the question. “Just how many things do we kill?”

Sam sighs. “A lot.”

“Yeah but, like. More examples,” Dean says, kicking some leaves. The flashlight wiggles in his grip and points too far to left, so Sam gingerly guides his hand back up. Dean smiles at him. “Please tell me I’ve met a mermaid.”

Sam scoffs. “Siren, actually.”

Dean’s eyes go bright and wide. “No way,” he breathes. “I was kidding. Ariel is real?”

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ok raven started the shower peeping shit which is why c*dy made those accusations (he never should’ve said that shit though when there was no proof) and she was the one that stole the cat ears and dumped out the soda (which alex is ready to murder people over) WHEN WILL SHE GET CAUGHT I’M SICK (no pun intended) OF HER GETTING AWAY WITH EVERYTHING

Looking out for students

It’s really easy for me to get frustrated with my undergrads, especially now that I teach over a hundred in a week. At my core I am an introvert, though I have a distant background in performance so when I’m in front of people I want to go all out, which exhausts me and makes me grumpy real quick. I get irritated when they’re late (which is fair, they need to be on time), their constant questions run me ragged when I literally just talked about this in the lecture, and when they don’t have their lab book by week 2? Come on now!

I have one student who checks all of these boxes. We’re supposed to give zeroes for being late, and not having the lab book on the second week should be a zero too.  He’s a really nice kid though, respectful and apologetic, and seems to be pretty smart. So I asked why he didn’t have his book yet. It’s only $12.50 at the bookstore. He said he was waiting to get paid before he could buy it.

No way is a nice, smart kid going to get a zero in my lab just because he couldn’t afford a book. I sought out a spare copy for him and told him to not be late to lab again. 

Fellow instructors, look out for your students. Don’t be another cog in the system that screws the vulnerable (this student is also black). And students, please talk to us! I know this stuff is hard to talk about, but if you don’t we might just assume you’re a slacker. I don’t like to assume the worst about people. I don’t get any joy out of penalizing students for blowing off lab. I want you to learn from me, and I will do everything I can to make it accessible to you.

I won’t pretend I solved all of this student’s problems, or that I deserve a Gold Star in Allyship. The least I could do was to not be complicit. The best we all can do is recognize moments like these and make the right choice.

anonymous asked:

So asks are maybe open? Nice, can I please request RFA + Saeran and V having an MC asking them to help them go Victoria secret shopping :) thanks love ~

This is for Cappuccino

Yoosung

  • He went to the store with you to get out of the house, get some fresh air
  • What he did not sign up for was going to Victoria’s Secret
  • He became a stuttering, blushing mess when you did anything intimate at home, so this only made him worse
  • As you tried on different sets he just nodded and gave thumbs up with one hand as he tried to cover his reddening cheeks with the other
  • “Yoosung, you need to help me here. That’s kind of why I brought you.”
  • “R-right, um, I liked the purple one a lot, and the black one.”
  • Kid couldn’t even make eye contact
  • He was just, so, so awkward please help him

Zen

  • Zen is actually the one who suggests you go shopping 
  • And of course you’re all for it because you’re gonna look hot as hell
  • When you get there Zen is already scoping, finding anything he thinks would be flattering
  • Which is the whole store, but you manage to keep him in check and take the sets that you like
  • You began trying them on and Zen was literally no help in picking out the best sets because he was just,
  • “That looks amazing MC, we should get that one. That one’s my favorite.”
  • He would say this about every set you came out in. Like I said before, he was no help in deciding which sets to buy
  • “Okay Zenny, you have to pick your favorites of your favorites.”
  • He looked so distressed, how could you make him pick like this?
  • “Okay, the first white set, the pink set, and the white one with the blue trim.”
  • He went back and bought three sets without you and tried to nonchalantly put them in your closet
  • You pretended not to notice

Jaehee

  • You and Jaehee had both gone to Victoria’s Secret together
  • The two of you were going through different sets trying them on for each other, adjusting straps and helping with whatever one of you couldn’t reach
  • “I still think that red one looked best on you.”
  • Jaehee had been adamant about one red set which you’d tried on first, she needed you to buy it because it highlighted all of your assets
  • “Jaehee, I got paid last week I’m buying more than one set. For each of us.”
  • You were both laughing and having a brilliant time as you tried on different sets telling each other which ones looked best and which ones didn’t
  • By the time you had finished trying all the sets on you both had four each

Jumin

  • “All you need to do is tell me what looks good and what looks bad.”
  • “Everything looks good on you, though my love.”
  • “Then tell me what looks best.”
  • “It all looks-”
  • “Jumin I swear to God.”
  • After Jumin conceded defeat you began trying on different sets
  • As you expected he told you everything looked great on you, and that you should get them all
  • You explained that Jumin should have a little self control
  • After your second conversation of self control you began trying on different sets again, Jumin now giving his proper opinions and helping adjust them as you stepped out of the changing rooms
  • When you left, you’d gotten more than expected but you didn’t leave with the whole store so that was something

Seven

  • “How do I look?”
  • “Like a potato wearing lingerie.”
  • “I fucking hate you Saeyoung.”
  • You’d been at the store for what felt like ages and Seven had been pulling this shit the whole time
  • You were ready to murder your boyfriend
  • “Can you just help me choose.”
  • He did not help. He only got worse
  • You have no idea why you brought him in the first place, you should’ve just brought Jaehee, the best wing-woman the world has ever known
  • You ended up having to do this alone as Seven kept being a little bitch, but as soon as you were about to put back the red and black set he almost ripped your arm off and shoved it back into your hands
  • You could only assume that it meant that he wanted you to buy that set

V

  • Child is blind, he can’t help you pick anything
  • He’s just moral support, standing exactly where you left him at telling you you’re beautiful
  • He’s trying, give him an A for effort
  • He carries your bags for you when you’re done

Saeran

  • He fights you the whole way there, and then fights you while you’re there, and then on the trip home for good measure
  • He makes sure to tell you if a set doesn’t particularly flatter you, and is actually really good about helping you pick
  • He’s the one who looks around and picks because he’s decided you can’t find a flattering color for the life of you
  • Literally the only colors he comes back with are blue and black
  • “Okay, so that one purple set you grabbed made your boobs look better than any other set you tried on so you should get that one, but that blue one you tried on three sets ago made your ass look great so get that one too.”
  • He is honestly the most helpful person out of the whole RFA, he acts like he hated every second of it but he wasn’t letting you leave there with anything that didn’t make you look amazing

~Peony

BTS: Public Displays of Affection

Seokjin/Jin

He’s like a fairytale prince when you’re in public—kisses your hand for no reason, opens all the doors for you even when it isn’t actually the most convenient way to get through the door, always has whatever you need in the moment (a tissue, some water, his jacket if you’re cold). He’ll peck you on the lips if you push for it, but he gets pretty embarrassed about it. Jin keeps it entirely G-rated until you’re alone, but there’s no doubt in the mind of anyone who sees you two that you’re romantically together. “You want to kiss here? Anyone could be looking! Well, all right, as long as it’s just one…”

Namjoon/Rap Monster

Namjoon is casually possessive of you in public. It’s entirely instinctive for him to guide you from place to place with a hand on your lower back, or stand in front of you on a crowded subway so you don’t get bumped, or rest a hand on your waist while you’re standing in line for something. He’s very openly protective as well—if he sees someone staring at you, he’ll pull you into a kiss to make sure whoever it is knows the score. Namjoon really likes it if you instigate something in public, too; he’s a little insecure still and gets a confidence boost if you hold his hand in front of everyone. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone bother you. Just stay close to me and it’ll be fine.”

Yoongi/Suga

Yoongi doesn’t go in for PDA at all. He’ll let you rest your head on his shoulder if you’re out together and you’re drunk or tired, and he’ll hold your hand in a movie if it’s dark, but his view is that personal relationships should be private. He’ll absolutely go with you to the museum, or to get coffee, and he doesn’t care if people know you’re dating, but physical intimacy stays behind closed doors. If you make him jealous, you won’t hear anything about it until you’re alone at home—and then you’re in for it. “I need that hand, you know, how else am I going to carry the grocery bags? Don’t pout. You know I’ll let you hang onto me all you want at home.”

Hoseok/J-Hope

Hoseok is the snuggle king. He plays footsie with you under the café table, kisses your cheeks to distract you at the arcade, and pulls your legs into his lap if you’re gaming, watching a movie, or anything else involving a sofa. His motivation is extremely simple—he loves you, he likes to touch you, and he doesn’t care at all if anyone does or doesn’t know it. If you let him lay his head in your lap on a picnic, he might die of happiness. “I can’t help myself, you’re so cute when you’re concentrating like that!”

Taehyung/V


Tae is most often the PDA instigator. If you’re walking together, he’ll reach out to hold your hand. If you’re playing video games with the boys, he’ll pull you into his lap. At the store or the movies or the zoo, he’ll lean over to kiss you when he thinks no one is looking, and then get caught up in the moment and not notice when someone is looking. Taehyung is proud to be your man, and he makes sure you know it. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was some kind of exhibitionist… “Jagiya, I just want everyone to know I’m with you. If I don’t stay close by, someone might steal you away!”

Jimin

Most of the time, you have to be the instigator if you want to hold Jimin’s hand at the dinner table, or kiss him while you’re out on a date—he knows where the two of you stand, and it honestly never occurs to him that he has to show anyone. The exception is if you’re dancing with him. Jimin is very, very handsy on the dance floor, sometimes to the point of being inappropriate if he’s had something to drink, and more than once you’ve had to remove his hands from your backside because people are staring. “Oh, I can’t touch you there in public? Well, maybe we should go somewhere that no one can see…”

Jungkook

Jungkook acts like a tough guy most of the time, which means he basically ignores you if you grab his arm or kiss his cheek. He’s concerned that you’ll get in trouble if anyone sees you being affectionate, even though he very quietly wants everyone to know that he’s with you. However, if you pet Jungkook’s hair or scratch at the back of his neck, his legs get a little weak and he’ll let you do whatever you want to him, regardless of location. Don’t abuse this power, or he’ll be really upset later on. “You’re so mean, doing that to me right there where anyone could watch. I’ll get you back at home, just wait and see.”

anonymous asked:

grantaire's like this hobo, hipster creature and dresses like a homeless person and no one asks him about it because you just don't so they just assume he's homeless but whenever the amis is faced with a financial problem he's just "ok ill handle that" and he actually owns an island or something

Heir to a corporate mogul is one of my favourite Grantaire headcanons ohmygod y’all don’t even know, just imagine everyone misunderstanding Grantaire even though he’s not exactly trying to hide his wealth, like:

“Where are you staying tonight?” // “I don’t know, we’ll see?” 

And people assume he’s homeless, and taking turns crashing at a different friend’s house every few nights, but in actuality, he just isn’t sure which penthouse he wants to spend the night in yet, probably whichever one is closest to where he gets drunk at though?

When he shows up in a hella expensive suit for Feuilly’s art exhibition: “Dude, that suit looks dope? How much did you get it for?” // “I don’t know, I just took it?”

And they low-key assume he either 1) stole it, 2) borrowed it off someone, when really, he’s just rich enough to shop without having to check price tags?

Oooh, when he picks up the tab for the amis at a bar: “It’s fine, it’s really not much.” // “…..should we try to pay for this? I know R used to work here, but can he really get this much money written off?” 

When really, Grantaire’s just passing his credit card to the bartender, not even bothering to ask for the bill, because it’s not like he’s the one paying his credit card bills, and really, this money is peanuts to his family. 

01yuta  asked:

hello!! would you mind writing an apartment neighbor au for yuta, taeil and sicheng? i'm really in love with your work by the way and thank you so much in advance! 💓💖

wah how sweet of you!! and sure, no problem!! (some1 asked for sicheng!!!!)
find mark + jaehyung (here) // taeyong + ten + haechan (here) 

Yuta

  • what is,,,,,cleaning? who made up that concept,,,,,
  • owns like 5000 chargers for different like tech stuff like his consoles, his phone, his microwave, his helicam he bought for no apparent reason except for the fact that it looked cool, probably owns that hoverboard from nct dream??? does he use it??? no???? but it has a charger and all those chargers are tangled right in the corner of his room and it’s a Mess
  • eats in his bed and then says he doesn’t but when sicheng is over with taeyong and jaehyun he feels a crumb under his butt as he’s sitting on yuta’s bed and he was like “what,,,,,,,,,,the heck”
  • owns a wii u and gets super competitive in wii sports resort like,,,,,he doesn’t take games lightly
  • other than that he’s pretty simple. doesn’t own a lot of stuff which becomes a problem because he has like one towel and that towel is in the laundry so he has to run naked from the bathroom to his bedroom
  • and like instead of money gifts he’s just like for the holidays can someone buy me some drapes. mine tore like 4 months ago
  • has soccer memorabilia in his living room but it’s not displayed neatly it’s just a mess of soccer balls he sticks into the shelves and team jerseys and some old photographs from japan
  • his mom sends him photos and he puts those up but that’s like the extent of his decorating 
  • walks around in sweatpants and nothing else and leaves the window open and the neighbors are just like YUTA every time and he’s like sO RRy (never changes his habit tho)
  • and speaking of which you know yuta and he’s really friendly always smiling and you even saw him once dancing to a SISTAR song that was playing in the grocery store you were both in
  • so you’re like you know he’s a cute, silly guy 
  • but what you don’t know is that he’s also LOL player summorname: winwinshyung WHO KEEPS COMING FOR YOU in GAMES
  • and it’s because your apartment building is right above a pcroom and you always go down there to blow of steam but everytime you queue into a game,,,,,,your like ok whatever different people on your team
  • but this one ,,,,,, player,,,,,,winwinshyung,,,,,,,,,will not freakign get off your back
  • and it’s happened like 3 weeks in a row and you just want to know WHO this dude is
  • and it’s by chance that you get up to go buy some snacks and as you’re walking past another booth you see that the person is playing league,,,,,and their summorname,,,,,, oh my god its him ITS WINWINSHYUNG
  • and you try to get a peak of his face but you can’t so you do the old ‘bump into his chair and apologize’ trick and when the person looks up you almost fall over because,,,,,,,,,,,,that’s,,,,,
  • that’s yuta
  • and you’re like WHAT and he’s like oh!! you live in my building and you’re still on the fact that he’s the a**hole from your game like you can’t believe it
  • and you’re like “winwinshyung,,,,,is you?” and he’s like YEAH are you on my team whats your-
  • and you’re like “no im on the opposite team and im going to c R U S H you” and he’s taken aback but you stomp off to your seat and crack your knuckles and you’re like LETS DO THIS
  • and the whole time you’re playing your like “do it so you won’t get embarrassed in front of him. he’s your neighbor. you gotta. do it. kill his TEAM,,,,,,curse him and his,,,,,really handsome face and good gaming skills”
  • but ofc,,,,,,,,,,,you lose and once you get up you’re shocked to see yuta standing there and he’s like smiling and you’re like he’s gonna rub it in
  • but he goes “you did really well!!! i was surprised you could hold me off for so long!!!” and you’re like what and he’s like “that was our team  strategy for me to keep you preoccupied. you were really strong though, we should game together!”
  • and you’re like.,,,why is he being all nice and you wanna be like “bye” but he’s like digging around in his pocket and he’s like “good neighbors should treat each other, want to go get chicken with me?”
  • and he smiles again and you can see how pretty his smile is, how pretty his eyes and skin are up close and you’re like dammit dammit damm i t
  • but you end up in the chicken place sitting with him in one of the outside tables eating together and yuta,,,,,is pretty funny like not only super handsome but with a great personality
  • even though he rubs some of the sauce off on his jeans which makes you laugh into your hand 
  • but it’s like enjoyable,,,,,and you talk about games but also he tells you he’s from japan and you’re like that’s so cool tell me more
  • and you end up only going back when it’s like 2 am and as you’re walking he like
  • steps around you so he’s walking closer to the street and you’re on the inside and it’s such a subtle,,,gentlemen-y thing to do but you find your heart skipping a beat
  • and once you get home he’s like “i hope we see each other soon!!” and you’re like “yeah!! thank you for the meal!!” but before you go inside you’re like “is it true,,,,i heard from some neighbors that you walk around shirtless with the windows open??? are you really like that?” and yuta bursts out laughing and he’s like “why, are you interested in the view?”
  • and you turn scarlet red and you’re like nO I JUST HEARD A RUMOR OK BYE NOW but it’s cute the next weekend you see yuta in the pcroom again and he’s like “hey, you’re gonna play?” and you’re like maybe a bit and he’s like cool tell me when you’re done so we can go on another chicken date
  • and you’re like yeah omg- wait did he just call it a chicken date (he did)

Taeil 

  • always has soft music playing in his apartment 
  • since he has the last name moon and people refer to that as his nickname he got a lot of moon shaped stuff during his housewarming,,,,which is pretty cute like he has a little lamp that is the shape of a crescent moon and some dining wear with a night sky theme and he’s embraced it,,,,he thinks it’s kinda adorable
  • wanted to keep plants but he settled for buying a fake mini-tree and putting it in his living room and covering it in little ornaments that double as photograph frames of pictures of his friends and stuff
  • yuta insisted that his picture be at the top and taeil was like,,,,,,,,,,,sure but when yuta came back for some reason it was haechan’s photo at the top Who Did This 
  • haechan voice: it was not me
  • doesn’t own a bed, lays out a futon when going to sleep and everyone is like that’s so traditonal of you and taeil is like no i do it because i could sleepwalk and end up falling off my bed, hitting my head, and dying
  • taeyong: why is that so specific
  • taeil with the same expression: because i have Fears taeyong lay off
  • likes warm shaggy carpets probably and like big blankets that he can roll himself up into and just sleep,,,,because he always goes to sleep way to damn late
  • the neighbors are always curious as to why his lights are on until like 3 am and it’s actually because he stays up listening to music and playing guitar 
  • makes guests wear slippers inside and all the slippers are different animals and there’s this cute secret side to taeil even though he’s really mature and awkward sometimes
  • and you’ve only really talked to taeil like twice,,,,,once while you two were getting mail and another time when he helped you fix your broken lightbulbs but other than that it’s a very smile-based friendship you guys have,,,
  • until you find yourself sick in bed, literally unable to move because your fever is dragging you into hell
  • and the friend you called like 5242 times isn’t picking up and you only have the strength left to get out of bed, ring taeil’s doorbell and beg him to go get you some meds from the pharmacy
  • and he does because taeil is a good person 
  • but he,,,,,,,,,has no idea how to take care of sick people. the motherly one in his friend group is not Him so he calls taeyong and explains the situation and taeyong is like get them meds, buy some soup from a local place, and then make them tea and taeil is like ok ok got it
  • but then he hangs up and he’s looking at all the medication and he’s like What,,,,,,,,,,,The,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Hell
  • and so taeil comes back to your place with like ten bags and you’re like why in the world he need so many
  • and he’s like “i got 20 different meds. 5 different kinds of soup. and some packets of herbal tea, in a variety of flavors im going to read them outloud and make some kind of motion for which one you want ok here we go: raspberry, green tea, lemongrass- ok lemongrass? ok ill go make it”
  • and for someone who doesn’t take care of others a lot,,,,like physically,,,,,taeil works really hard to make you feel better and it’s really sweet
  • even though you don’t hear him call taeyong like ten times just to make sure he’s helping and not accidentally making you worse
  • and taeyong at some point is like “is this your significant other that you’ve been hiding from us or something?” and taeil is like. well he’s like nothing he just hangs up
  • because ok yes maybe he’s trying so hard not only because you know,,,,neighborly love,,,,,but he also thinks you’re cute
  • even when you’re sweaty and sick and coughing and wearing some oversized shirt and your hair looks like a nest
  • he still think you’re cute and wants to get you all better
  • and when he realizes you can’t even hold the bowl of soup and he has to feed you,,,,,you see his cheeks flush red and you think it might be because the soup is hot
  • but taeil is just like bkfgdsw im,,,,,feeding my crush,,,,,ok keep cool moon taeil you’re a manly, cool dude,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,no just scream inside your head nonstop for the next couple of minutes
  • and with taeil’s care you’re back on your feet in like two days and you’re like “i don’t know how to thank you!!!” and taeil is like you don’t have to!
  • but you’re insistent and he’s like “it’s really ok, just if i get sick perhaps you’ll take care of me?”
  • and you agree, because of course you will but you also let it slip out that you wouldn’t mind just taking care of him everyday he’s so charming
  • and taeil is like what
  • and you’re like UM it’s the fever still speaking hahahahaha
  • but taeil is pretty sure you haven’t had a fever in the past few hours so he just smiles to himself hehe

Winwin

  • universally adored by the entire block. i would even dare say,,,,,the entire neighborhood,,,,,,,province???
  • has a shelf full of chinese movies and books and comics because he misses his home country so much that he’s gotten into the habit of collecting whatever he can find in his native language and his parents will always send a care package when they can 
  • is really proud of where he’s from so he ha chinese charms and items that his parents consider lucky hanging around his house
  • old photos of him in his costumes from dance are up in the living room and he even has some trophies too!!
  • seems like the type that wants a pet but doesn’t have the time so he has a pet fish that’s named after his home province zhejiang (which literally means zhe river which is a good name for,,,,well a fish)
  • keeps his place really colorful and pretty and won’t admit it but has an affinity for stuffed toys,,,,mark got him a little toy dragon once and winwin liked it so much he displayed it on a shelf in his bedroom he’s adorable like that
  • color coordinates his closet (he learned this from the one and only Taeyong)
  • owns a lot of card games,,,,seems like he’d be pretty good at them too because he’d always just have a cute angelic expression so no one would think twice about him having the upperhand but everytime they play they end up losing and doyoung is like winwin is magical and winwin is like “you all lost and owe me fifty dollars collectively” 
  • likes to buy fresh flowers because they smell good so he gets them for his kitchen hehe
  • you and winwin don’t talk much,,,,mostly because you’re always leaving your house in a hurry and he’s not much of a,,,,,open person with strangers a bit shy/???
  • but one day as you’re both taking the elevator up to your floor it suddenly shakes and you and winwin look at each other and then realize that,,,,,,you’re stuck
  • and you have no reception on your phones so you have press the emergency button and wait till someone responds to help you two and that could take literal Hours
  • so you and winwin slide against the walls and sit,,,,,,,,,,,in silence
  • and like 45 minutes goes by of you counting sheep and winwin looking down at his phone and you can’t take the boredom so you’re like “do you wanna play like,,,,,truth or dare or something?”
  • and winwin looks up at you and is like ??? and you’re like “sorry, im just really bad at being bored you can so no though-” but winwin seems intrigued so he kind of sits up a bit and is like “you go first”
  • and he picks truth so you’re like well is it true you’re from china? you know it’s the first question so you go easy on him
  • and he’s like yes truth or dare?
  • and you’re like ok dare and he’s like,,,,,,i dare you to do a handstand and you’re like in this elevator????? now????
  • and winwin is giving you an innocent smile and he’s like sure why not
  • and you’re like ok,,,um,,,,,trying to figure out how you’re going to do this without falling over and looking dumb
  • and winwin is like “let me show you!!” and he just, like water,,,,is able to get his hands on the floor and lift his body up and you’re like holy hell are you dancer??? 
  • and winwin after coming down is like “yes ^^ im happy you noticed!!” and you’re like,,,,,omg
  • but you try at first by walking your legs up the wall which like does not work and winwin is like let me help
  • and he reaches out to hold your ankles but you’re ticklish so you end up kind of kicking a bit and he’s like wOAH and you’re like s O RRy
  • and he’s like you know what let’s skip this dare instead um i dare you to take a really bad selfie and show me
  • and wow ok winwin is way more ,,,,,,, creative than you expect him to be
  • and your time stuck in the elevator is pretty fun until the lights suddenly go out and it’s pitch black inside and you,,,clam up in fear 
  • and winwin is like “are you ok?” because he feels your tense shoulder against his and you kind of lean in toward him and you’re like “im sorry, the dark scares me a bit,,,,”
  • and you can feel the warmth of his arm but you don’t want to be weird and like hide against him 
  • not until he pulls you toward him and your head gently falls against his chest and he’s like “im here. don’t worry”
  • and you’re shocked,,,,,,like he????? is full of so much mystery and charm
  • you thought he was the quiet neighbor too scared to talk with others,,,but he’s actually pretty funny and even,,,,,straight-forward??? it makes you kind of blush
  • also for a dancer he’s so strong,,,,anyway,,,,
  • you stay beside him and when the lights go back up and the elevator begins to move winwin looks down and you peek up at him
  • and you both turn red now that you can see each others faces and he lets you go and you get up to gather your things
  • and when the doors open you’re faced with the technician whose like “sorry i didn’t get here earlier, but hey - did you have fun together?”
  • and he winks and you and winwin are like redder than ever like WHAT NO ,,,,,,, and you both stumble out and go to your doors and the technician just shrugs
  • but you have to hold your bag to your chest once you’re inside because,,,,you still feel the warmth of winwin holding you and it ,,,,,it was nice
  • and winwin is also in his room remembering how nice your hair had smelled, you pressed against his arm,,,,,,,and he has to like shake his head and he’s like,,,,,,,,it’s,,,,what is this
  • he meets up with his friends and he explains that he felt a warmness from you and a warmness in his friends and jaehyun is like “winwin, i think you’re experiencing what we call a crush” and winwin is like i know what a crush is jaehyun,,,,,,,,,but ,,,,,,,,,,,maybe
  • haechan: good plan, get stuck in an elevator again
  • taeyong: no. that is a bad plan don’t do th-
The Characters - Sans

  • Name: Sans
  • Age: 23 years old
  • Pronouns: He/Him
  • Occupation: Lazybones + several part time jobs
  • Studies: Physics College Student (3rd year)

Sans had always been lazy.

Even before finding out about resets and different timelines, he surely loved doing “absolutely nothing” and didn’t do much to hide it.

However, when his lab reports started showing anomalies in the time/space continuum, he was obliged to face a bitter truth.

Everything became just pointless. All his actions and progress could be erased from the existence and nobody would ever remember.

“why should I even try?”

“giving up would be a lot easier…it’s all gonna be reset someday, after all.”

These kind of thoughts started blooming in Sans’ mind and he became even lazier than he used to be.

Being the big brother in a family of two, though, put some responsibilities on his shoulders, like paying his and Papyrus’ rent.

That’s the reason why he decided to get some part time jobs (except the sentry one, Papyrus forced him to get that), in which he put just the right amount of effort to not get fired.

His life didn’t change a lot as time passed; while the world kept resetting, Sans just accepted there was no way to change this fate and hid his worries behind humour.

At least, until the eighth human fell from the surface.

He was 17 when he met Frisk. That kid was so determined to get out of the Underground and free the whole monsterkind that, for the first time after months of discouragement, he felt a glimmer of hope shining in his SOUL.

And in the end, they really made it.