who do you think you are no

I am a bit ticked off.

Hello, @garr9988 . You may or may not remember, but I was the first person to respond to your reblog of that Bering & Wells post, in which you called out @ellabellbee . In the Ask I sent to you, I said the following: “Hey man, just FYI, you don’t need to ‘explain’ things to anybody in the B&W fandom, and particularly not to @ellabellbee. We’ve been here a lot longer than you and know what went down just a tiny bit better. For real! Thanks.”

To which you responded publicly, saying that I sounded condescending but that I probably hadn’t meant to. (For the record: meant to, but only a little.) You also said that you “felt the need to correct people” when they held “incorrect beliefs” about things. I didn’t much like your response, I’ll admit, but okay. I said what I said, you said what you said, and you made those words public.

I bring this up only because you deleted my Ask and your answer: you erased me, and my voice, from the situation. And I don’t often express anger publicly, but erasure is one of the things I REALLY DON’T LIKE.

You say you’re a feminist, and you support that by citing the dictionary definition of feminism. I really, genuinely hope you won’t find it condescending if I point out that dictionary definitions tend not to cover lived experience in its fullness. I’m a feminist too. My lived experience of that—as a gay white woman, one who has spent most of her working life in fields dominated by men—probably gives me a different perspective than yours gives you. Anyway, my lived definition includes the importance of not erasing women’s voices. Maybe take that into consideration the next time you decide, first, to insert your voice into a conversation that is mostly (but of course not completely) among and about women, and second, to mostly disregard, and then delete, what was intended as a friendly warning from a woman who is fully informed about said conversation.

In conclusion:

They’re good captains, Bront.

your childhood best friend sits across from you
at the kitchen table, nodding out with a cigarette
in his hands and all you can think about is your
father and why you know at twenty-two what
heroin looks like in another person’s body. you
remember your mother telling you that you can’t
make anybody stop doing what they want to do.

the people who get clean are the people who
want to get clean, she said. and you know
it’s what she’ll say again.

you won’t cry on the phone, but your voice
crunches like gravel on the line when you call her.
there’s blood in your mouth and all you can think
about are skinned knees, all those games of tag
that led to this moment. there is a tree still in
your grandparents’ front yard that always used to
be the safe zone. you wish you could go back to it
right now and press your whole body against it.
—  WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS by Trista Mateer

“You have to think like an American. You’ll feel so homesick that you’ll want to die, and there’s nothing you can do about it apart from endure it. But you will, and it won’t kill you. And one day the sun will come out, you might not even notice straight away, it’ll be that faint. And then you’ll catch yourself thinking about something or someone who has no connection with the past. Someone who’s only yours. And you’ll realize… that this is where your life is.”

Brooklyn (2015)
John Crowley


Your boyfriend, Sebastian Stan, thanking you for everything you’ve done for him in an interview.

“Who do you have the most gratitude towards in your life?” The interviewer asked him. Sebastian rubbed his jaw, thinking.

“Well… first off… Y/N. They’re the best person to be dating, and I couldn’t be more grateful for them. Y/N has supported me through this whole acting career, and I don’t think I could’ve done it without them. I love them.” Sebastian looked in the camera, his eyes full of love. “Y/N, baby, if you’re watching this, I love you.”

“That was sweet of you, Sebastian.” Sebastian nodded, giving his attention back to the interview.

“It was all true. Y/N is the reason that I’m still acting and out here.”

gif credit: not mine. please message me if yours.

gif came from: google images

Hey just saying don’t be a dick bc someone has different head-cannons than you? Like it’s not funny?? Or cute?? Who the fuck do you think you are??? It’s literally none of your business let people do things??

You HC someone who is purposely made vauge as cis? Cool
Trans? Rad
Nonbinary? Fuckin dope

But how bout you take your shitty asshattery and work it out bc no one likes it.

And before you come at me for this my NB ass supports cis people who ID w characters writing them as cis? Like just??? Unless they are canon trans characters don’t shit on people okay bye

You know in movies where the general or whatever is like "This is a dangerous mission and it goes against orders. I wouldn't blame you for leaving." And he like waits for everyone to leave.

And no one leaves?

They all volunteer to stay cuz they all love him or because it’s the right thing to do?

What if they just stayed cuz they didn’t wanna be the FIRST person to leave?

And look like a total bitch?

Like I genuinely feel like at least half of the people who stay are only staying cuz the social pressure was too much.

The general says “yeah sure you can leave I won’t think less of you.”

But you just know, man, they will.

anonymous asked:

I'm glad I decided to follow your blog because your answers are gold, I don't think I've ever been THIS involved in a fanfic. What I appreciate the most is how you reply to the people who romanticize the relationship going on in most of your AU in connection with real life. It's just really nice to see how realistically you see the things you write, not everyone can do that. And when people say it made them think about themselves? That's amazing.

My fic is definitely not a guideline to follow and while Yuuri and Viktor do work everything out in the end it’s after a lot of unnecessary pain and everything could have been so much easier and healthier for them if they’d approached things a bit differently. If anything I’d want people to take away from my fic the importance of good communication, trying to look at your actions from an outside perspective because you might come off very different than you intend and how damaging endlessly pining after someone who doesn’t want you back can be (which will definitely be explored more in obs&bh)

anonymous asked:

Its the Joan of arc anon again, Gabriel knows (somewhat) why Mama Agreste left. If she was kidnaped he would file a police report, and all of paris would be investigating it,"OMG SHES MISSING LOOK FOR HER!"And if she did hate Adrien and she left Gabriel would let her be. He still loves her, and I think Gabriel is so cold to Adrien because he is a reminder of the love of his life leaving. He is a reminder that you can love a woman with all your heart, but also protect your child, even if it hurts



anonymous asked:

i admit to using your art as a reference, but i dont trace it, i just copy it to learn anatomy. i havent posted any of them, either. its just sort of a warmup thing i guess. im really sorry that people are doing shit though and ill stop if youd like me to

same apologetic anon here, to say that i also genuinely enjoy your art and i think that youre super cool!!!! i look up to you a lot and i hope there’s no hard feelings

hi! i just wanna say upfront that there’s nothing wrong with referencing art to learn. you’re okay with what you’re doing, it’s a normal process to reference art to learn and to admit to using art as reference. the problem only stems from people who copy art and then claim it as their own, who think it’s okay to redraw other people’s pieces and then deny it and say “oh it’s just a coincidence that these pieces are exactly alike” 

thank you so much and no hard feelings at all! you’re fine! my anatomy isn’t the best but i hope it’s helping you :’)

edit: i meant to say my anatomy isnt the best omfmgng

anonymous asked:

Do you think there's a chance that Dylan might have been gay?? Some witnesses said he was and he wrote in his journal "I denied who I was" Your blog is my favours btw💜💜

Which witnesses are you referring to that ‘said he was’?  

The passage where Dylan says: 
“To most people, I appear … well … almost scary, but that’s who I appear to be as people are afraid of what they don’t understand. I denied who I was for a long time. Until high school…. anyway, you have noticed me a few times, I catch every one of these gazes with an open heart.”

was written as part of his unsent suicidal-love letter.

He also states this in the paragraph just above:
“ I hoped we could have been together … you seem a bit like me. Pensive, quiet, an observer, not wanting what is offered here (school, life, etc.) you almost seem lonely, like me. You probably have a boyfriend though, & might not have given this note another thought.

then in his 6/18/98 passage he writes :

“I LOVE [redacted] !! I love her to infinince. I look back on my awareness journey, see the parts & sections of my understanding … it’s almost done, yet it is never done, I love . She is my soulmate, my [?] all the imaginative halcyons & pure existences I have with her (to me) are almost happiness … I just wish I could call her…something blocks me from calling her, my human side is putting up a wall to prevent me from calling her, like a fear of “its” truth. BS. I will overcome all fears, doubts, & zombie-based thoughts (oxymoron) … I will follow our hearts to the halcyon, loving her. I love you “

There are quite a few passages in his writings where he is referencing pronouns “she” and “her”.


When Dylan speaks of “denying who he was for a long time” he is rather, referring to being different from humanity.  To paraphrase: ‘Being made human without the possibility of actually ever being a human living amongst them’.  “People are alike; I am different’.  So Dylan is sayin that  in  High School, he stopped fighting the fact that he felt so different from others. Instead, he embraced the fact that he would never have a sense of belonging as a blissful ignorant zombie human being.  He owned his sense of forever being a strange visitor in this strange land within this particular ‘existence’ on the Earth.

So, given all of the above points, to answer your question: Dylan was not gay. 

Auston Matthews I don’t need a man Pt 2

Thnks to austonmatty34 for requesting a part two! This has been a great distraction from doing my actual school work for a little while

Word count: 1,599

“Hey (Y/N) it’s Auston, are you free tonight?”

You stared down at the message on your phone, you couldn’t believe, after all your hours crying over your ex-boyfriend. You thought you should swear off guys for a while, they had been more trouble than they’re worth lately, but this Auston guy seemed like he maybe wasn’t too bad. But maybe you were thinking more about how good he looked and not who is actually is.

You were sitting in your room with your best friend staring down at your phone deciding what to say back.

“If you don’t go out with him tonight I’m never speaking to you ever again.” she said, probably noticing the confliction on your face.

“But do I really need more guy drama in my life?”

She stared at you like you were stupid, “Um, yes” she replied, “You need ALL of the Auston FREAKIN Matthews drama in your life. It’s one date! Just think of it as a free meal with a cute guy who cares.”

You rolled your eyes and looked back down at your phone.

“Yeah I’m not doing anything tonight”

You looked at the text on your screen one last time and hit send. You let out a deep breathe and laid back down on the bed.

“It’s just one dinner it’ll be fine, just one date” you muttered under your breath.

“You said yes!?” your best friend squealed. She jumped up on your bed and started bouncing shaking you where you were laying.

“Yes yes I said yes!” you said rolling your eyes and sitting back up.

Just then your phone buzzed with a new message, you felt your heartbeat quicken.

“7oclock tonight? Nothing too fancy ;)”

You looked over at your friend and she was beaming at you. “So what should I wear, you have to help me pick it out!”


It was 6:45, you were wearing a brand new outfit, sitting nervously in your room trying to think of ways to kill time before Austin showed up. You had chatted back and forth a few time throughout the day and he seemed like a pretty cool guy. You gave him your address not too long ago and you hadn’t really been able to think or really breathe properly since. You weren’t usually so nervous on first dates but you really hadn’t been on one in a while. 7 o’clock finally came and almost right on the dot, there was a knock on your door. You took a deep breath and stood up, checked your hair again in the mirror, and walked over to the door.

You opened the door to find that same tall, fit, brown haired brown eyed boy you had spent the whole day thinking about.

“Hey” he said smiling, “Nice shirt”

You looked down and noticed it was the same shirt that had started your first (almost) conversation.

“Oh thank you!” you said blushing.

“Ready to go?”

He lead the two of you down your steps and out to his car.


The car ride was filled with pleasant conversation, laughing, and all around a great start to a first date. Auston pulled into the parking lot of a burger place you had never been to before. He got out of the car and rushed around to grab your door, a perfect gentleman. He placed his hand on the small of your back and guided you towards the restaurant. Usually you might have been a little annoyed at someone you didn’t really know touching you, but there was something about this Auston Matthews that made you happy to be touched by him. Once inside, you were lead to a table and sat down, you both ordered drinks and looked at the menu.

“It would make the most sense to order one pizza to share right?” you asked.

“I was just thinking the same thing” Auston replied smiling.

You argued over pizza toppings for a few minutes but decided before the waiter came back so Auston ordered.

“So if you’re not a Leafs fan and you like hockey who’s your favorite team?” he asked.

You couldn’t help but blush a little, embarrassed at the memory of not recognizing one the league’s top rookies of the season. “ Well um I like a couple of different teams and there’s a couple of players I like to watch.”

He nodded taking a sip of his drink. “Not the four goal in his first game rookie though?”

It seemed like he was trying to be serious but you could tell he was holding back a laugh. Your face was reddening but it was as much out of embarrassment but more so from trying to hold in your own laughter.

“Guess it really didn’t make much of an impression on me.” you said playfully, “but that song you have is something else.” It was Auston’s turn to turn red.

“Oh god I was hoping I had found the one hockey fan in the world who has not seen that video.”

The waiter brought out your pizza and your conversation died down a little while the two of you ate. But the conversation picked back up as you finished up eating. You couldn’t believe how well the date was going. He was funny and cute and your conversation was never boring. When the bill came he grabbed it up before you could even pretend to try and go for it. After the bill was paid the two of you headed out, again with Auston guiding you out the door with his hand on your back.

You weren’t ready for the night to end yet and it seemed Auston felt the same because once you were in the car he suggested to do something else.

“Ice cream maybe?” he asked. You nodded in agreement and he headed down the road. It was a quick drive, he parked in a municipal lot and the two of you walked to the nearby ice cream parlor.

“This is my favorite place.” Auston said as you walked in. “They have the best homemade ice cream, it’s one of my favorite cheat foods”

“I can’t wait to try it” you said, you looked down at the glass checking out the flavor varieties. Auston ordered his cone but it took you a little longer to decide. Auston poked your side urging you to hurry up and make a choice. You finally picked a flavor.

“Thank GOD” Auston teased.

You rolled your eyes licking the ice cream on your cone. “Do you want to stay here, or we could go for a walk it’s pretty nice out” you asked.

“That is a great idea!” he paid for the ice cream and the two of you headed for the door.

The ice cream shop was in the middle of a cute little town, most of the shops were closed but many of the lights were still on and it was a warm summer night. The two of you walked down the street, eating your ice cream and keeping up with the easy conversations you had been having all night. Throughout your walk your hands kept brushing together but you didn’t know if holding hands was something he was going to want to do yet. It seemed like he was reading your mind yet again, because he grabbed your hand and smiled at you. You couldn’t help but smile as you finished off your ice cream cone.

You and Auston walked around a little more, holding hands and getting to know each other. But it started to get late and you had work the next morning, but, you couldn’t really be bothered because you were having such a great time. But Auston had an early day too so you headed back to his car, but walking a little slower than you had been earlier. On the car ride back Auston grabbed your hand again, and when you had to let go to text back your friend, he rested it on your thigh. The heat from his hand through your pants gave you a kind of tingling sensation you had not felt in a while. You could feel your pulse quicken but you kept a cool exterior. This ride was a bit quieter than the others had been, but it was a comfortable silence, something you did not experience with very many people.

He pulled up to your apartment building and parked his car. He got out first and opened your door.

“Do you want me to walk you to your apartment?” He asked with a bit of a smirk.

“Um yeah that would be great”

He closed the car door behind you and put his arm around your shoulders. It was a short walk to your building so Auston walked you into your building all the way to your door. You got out your keys and turned and unlocked your door. But before you opened it you turned back to Auston.

“I had a really great time.” You said.

“Yeah me too, we should do it again sometime.” You couldn’t help but notice Auston kept looking down at your lips. Taking the hint, you stepped forward and kissed him. It was a soft kiss at first, the kind that usually happens after a nice first date, but Auston deepened the kiss. Grabbing your waist and pulling you close to him. The kiss was electric and made you feel things you didn’t think you’d feel for a long time. You finally pulled away, a little breathless.

“Yeah we should definitely do this again”  

Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Nick

(A/N: To the Anon who requested this. Thanks for giving me so much artistic creativity space with this. I hope you and everyone else enjoys this! First ever Nick imagine! And I know, finally something! I just hope you think I did him justice!)

Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Nick

“Thank you,” Nick smirked at the receptionist as she happily skipped off to the backroom to retrieve the file he had requested.

“Do you ever get tired of using that same move?” You sighed, leaning on the back wall and crossing your arms.

“What move?” He questioned surprised, turning around to look at you and leaning on the counter.

“Oh come on, you know what move!” You commented before explaining it dramatically, “Whenever you need something from a woman you bat your eyes, you give them a smile. You pick up one small personal detail and you ride it until they give you what they want. It’s sad, really.”

“Didn’t realize you paid so much attention to me,” He smirked.

“I don’t need to,” You chuckled dryly, “You do the same move almost every day,”

“Well, if it works on everyone… He reminded.

“Not everyone,” You muttered under your breath.

“I guarantee it would work on anyone,” He countered, confidently.

“Wouldn’t work on me.” You stated.

“Well, that’s because you know it,” He played off.

“Even if I didn’t. I wouldn’t fall for it,” You clarified.

“You think so?” He smirked.

“Please,” You chuckled, “I know so. You’re not as charming as you think you are Amaro,”

“Is that it or am I just not charming to you?” He questioned, intrigued.

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I know Pokemon Go is dead, but

I’m curious, what team do you think I’m on? Who do you think was my starter? And what about you guys? What team are your on and what was your starter? 

anonymous asked:

:D different anon, but what's in the immediate queue? Any hints for us on what your rbb or other stories are going to be like? I live and breathe your writing <3

Hi other anon, thank you so much, I am super grateful - I don’t know, do people really like spoilers?  Because I don’t like spoilers in fic! - in fact, I have a small-dog hate-on for people who spin out the story and tell you all the big dramatic scenes in advance! So I feel more like HEY JUST HANG ON re: the Cap RBB story, we’re nearly there and I think the whole fest is going to be amazing.

Beyond that, I want to write out the rest of Road Not Taken, or at least a big honking chunk of it, and I’m thinking about how to integrate the plotty stuff with the snippet structure I started with. Then there’s some additional timey-wimey stuff I’d like write, sneaking into disused canon corners, and a prewar Stucky–well, hm, two  prewar Stuckys. Oh, and another post-Civil War story because of TONY - I love Tony, I owe Tony! But IDK, I mean, mostly I will write whatever feels like its NEXT, tbh.  In the end I’ll pick one and go!  <3 <3 Anon!!

A word on “Out of Character”

Just about every time I post an AU fic, I get a comment or tag or message telling me that one of the people in my fic was “out of character.”

So if you’re telling me that the Derek Hale in my fic, who didn’t lose his entire family in a fire, is different than the canonical Derek, then…yeah? You’re right. Of course he is.

If you take major traumatic events out of a character’s life, of course they’re going to change. If Stiles’ mom hadn’t died, do I think he’d be different? Yes. Do I think that if Derek hadn’t lost his betas, he’d be different? Yes. Hell, do I think if Stiles had told his dad about werewolves from the beginning, and had an actual adult to help him deal with the murders and monsters, do I think things would be different? Yes.

I even think that a Derek Hale who has experienced every canon event, when put in a genuine, loving and respectful relationship, would be different.

So next time you accuse someone’s writing as being out of character (and yes, I always see it levied as an accusation), consider the context the character is existing in.

Also, nobody can get things right without messing up. And honestly, writers are typically more than aware of their shortcomings. They don’t need you to tell them, unless they specifically ask. Appreciate your fic authors, and give them a chance to grow.

anonymous asked:

hi! i just saw your last post and was wondering what a career as a science writer entails?? i'm really passionate about science AND writing, but my parents don't want me to take an arts degree. i've found a double degree in science/art (best of both worlds). do you know what sort of employment opportunities i might get out of this?? p.s love your blog!! 🔬🔬

Thank you! There is actually a big section on my FAQ on science journalism!
But I suppose I have never really described what happens as a science journalist so I think I will actually write a separate post for that. Here’s a day in the life series from some science journalists who are great, but The Open Notebook sort of targets people who are already in the science journalism field. (I still highly recommend the site generally, though!)
A double major sounds cool, I guess it sort of depends on what type of art/science. I have to say that journalism is fairly different from your typical English degree, but there is some demand for talented science illustrators. Whatever you major in, if you want a chance at any type of journalism, join your campus newspaper, make it a priority, and write some kick-ass pieces for them. (Don’t accept tons of little, boring assignments.)

A very common backstory I hear for science writers is “I started out as a scientist but decided I didn’t want to focus on one type of science/spend my life in a lab, so I started writing/went to science writing grad school instead.” Very common. 9 out of 10 (one class away from 10 out of 10) of my fellow BU science journalism students had science undergrads (not me though!)

kotokaoogi  asked:

Umm, as far as I know Maki confesses in the Ch5 Post trial, but here's a thought i had: What if it was because of the heat of the moment that she said that? Her heart was confused with the feelings it felt, mistaking platonic feelings with romantical. It could be possible, couldn't it? Also, when you are lonely like Maki obviously is, you are scared of others leaving you. So it's a normal reaction of your heart to develop feelings for someone you not really love. What do you think about that?

It’s a possibility, but I’m still inclined to say that Maki knew very well what her own emotions were and that her feelings for Momota were definitely romantic.

There are a few reasons for why I think this, but most of it relates to Maki’s character arc overall. As someone who has not only never been allowed to choose her own course in life in her in-game backstory but also never been allowed to feel things or act on those feelings, Maki falling in love with Momota is a rather essential step of growth and development for her. As she says in the Chapter 5 post-trial herself, it’s the very first time she’s ever felt this way about anyone before.

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anonymous asked:

The NDRV3 guys with an S/O who's normally very quiet but when she gets extremely tired she's suddenly much more talkative and tends to giggle a lot?

Awh that sounds cute! :D

NDRV3 Boys with an S/O who’s normally very quiet but when she gets extremely tired she’s suddenly much more talkative and tends to giggle a lot

Shuuichi Saihara:

- He noticed that you were quiet most of the time but he honestly didn’t mind seeing as he was kind of the same

- You told him you had a lot of work to do so he kind of left you to it

- But when he found you snoozing on the desk he just had to help you a bit

- He gently shook your shoulders “ S/O - san, I think you need a break”

- You just quietly giggle before rubbing your eyes

- “Hey hey Saihara - kun, do you want to know what I was writing?”

- “I think you should get some rest first”

- He helps you up and then leads you to the bedroom, that still doesn’t stop you from telling him all about your essay and giggling

- He tries to leave you so you can fall asleep but you cling onto him as you continue talking and giggling

- About 10 minutes later you finally begin to murmur until you just cuddle up to his chest and fall asleep

- He’s blushing, you’re awfully cute like that… But really you shouldn’t be that tired so he’ll make sure to keep an eye on that

Kaito Momota:

- He was just watching a NASA Livestream on YouTube

- You suddnely walked in and kinda collapsed on him

- “Oooooh~ Pretty stars!” You giggle as you point to some of them

- “They’re sparkly hehe”

- “Uh, you okay S/O?”

- “I’m tired…”

- Oh that explains it

- You start muttering whilst leaning against his shoulder

- He just pats your head and wraps his jacket around you

- It doesn’t take long for you to doze off and once you do he gently shifts you so that you’re sleeping on his lap

- WhyAreYouSoCute


- It seems like humans need recharging too

- But why are you wasting more battery life by speaking and giggling

- You were just holding onto him as you were muttering on about something, he wasn’t quite sure what you were saying

- “S/O - san, would you like a recharge?”

- “A recharge?… But I’m not a phone! Hehe… Kiibo - kun is so funny!”

- He moves a bit and catches you as you just fall forward

- “Ow… Kiibo - kun has a hard chest…”

- You lazily rub your cheek as he just kind of half drags you to the closest bed, as in the sofa

- He carefully places you on it and quickly runs to get a blanket

- By the time he’s back, you’re already asleep

- He quickly wraps the blanket around you and just smile, maybe you should need recharging more often :’)

Rantaro Amami:

- He knew you were a quiet person but he honestly didn’t mind

- You were spending the afternoon just as you usually would, reading together

- Out of the corner of his eye though he could see that you were going in and out of sleep

- “You tired S/O - san?”

- “Huh… No..Hehe… No”

- The two of you continue reading before he hears you talking again

- It takes him a second to realise that you’re not talking to him, you’re just reading your book out loud and… Giggle when there’s a long word

- He finds it somewhat cute but he can tell you’re exhausted

- “Alright, up we go”

- He walks over to you and then picks you up so that you’re clinging to him like a koala

- “Wheeee~”

- “Nap time”

- You puff your cheeks at him

- “I don’t wanna nap time!”

- He literally has to lie down with you to make you fall asleep

Kokichi Ouma:

- The two of you were watching a movie, you normally just sit and watch whilst he has several jokes or comments he always wants to make

- This time however, you were giggling quite a lot

- That’s kinda weird… No one is saying anything right now

- He gives you a confused look which causes you to giggle a bit more

- “Ouma - kun has a funny face haha… Stop that haha”

- “Nishishi… Seems like S/O - chan is slightly different today”

- He can’t help himself, your giggles are too adorable

- He leans in and starts tickling you

- You erupt into a fit of giggles 

- “Stop it hahah… Ouma - kun haha…”

- “You’re too cute S/O - chan”

- You pout at him and then pull him into a hug

- He’s just lying on top of you as you cling onto him, he’s blushing slightly

- “Okie I’m going to have a nap now.”

- You make sure you’re hugging him tight enough so that he can’t escape and drift off to sleep

- He’s majorly blushing now

Gonta Gokuhara:

- He wanted to go on a walk with you, you seemed kinda tired and he heard that walks always wake someone up!

- He noticed that you were talking but… Not to him

- He looked around but found that there wasn’t anyone around

- “S/O - san, who are you talking to?”

- You just giggle

- Gonta has no idea why you’re laughing but.. Gonta loves hearing your laugh!

- The pair of you walk on a bit more until you just stop and lower yourself onto the ground

- “Sorry Gonta - kun… I’m just gonna…”

- You don’t even finish your sentence

- Gonta scratches his head for a second before simply picking you up and carrying you over his shoulder

- You occasionally wake up and mumble something about flying

- Okay so it turns out walks don’t wake everyone up

Korekiyo Shinguji:

- He found an interesting documentary that he wanted to watch with you

- You had quite a lot of work to do but you wanted to spend some time with him so you accepted his offer

- You sat close to him and tried your best to pay attention…

- … For the first 10 minutes

- You just kinda started repeating what the person was saying to try and understand it

- He raises an eyebrow at you, you usually don’t say a word

- “Hey… Shinguji - kun… What does mask mean?”

- “Are you seriously asking this?”

- He points to his own mask

- “Haha… Oh yeah… Don’t you think it’s weird though. Like… Maaaa sk”

- He squints slightly at you, you’re either tired, drunk or both

- You then let out a big yawn and lean against the sofa

- You continue your realisation but it doesn’t take long for you to start snoozing

Ryoma Hoshi:

- He had a match to attend

- You came along to support him even though he knew you’d just quietly sit at the front and clap

- He was wrong


- What.

- He’s so shocked he actually forget to hit the ball back

- “Huh… Hoshi - kun you have to hit the….” You burst into giggles “You have to hit the balls ahahahah”

- He just stands there still confused

- And then he remembers

- You pulled an all nighter

- So that what happens when you don’t get sleep

- He just kinda facepalms

- When the match is over he comes over to you

- You’re just giggling and… He likes it but… You really need some sleep now

Pride Promotes Strife (James 4:1-6)

Where do wars and fights come from among you? Do they not come from your desires for pleasure that war in your members? You lust and do not have. You murder and covet and cannot obtain. You fight and war. Yet you do not have because you do not ask. You ask and do not receive, because you ask amiss, that you may spend it on your pleasures. Adulterers and adulteresses! Do you not know that friendship with the world is enmity with God? Whoever therefore wants to be a friend of the world makes himself an enemy of God. Or do you think that the Scripture says in vain,

“The Spirit who dwells in us yearns jealously”?

But He gives more grace. Therefore He says:

“God resists the proud, But gives grace to the humble.”

anonymous asked:

ive been steadily losing my grip on reality and I've isolated myself to a point where i am utterly alone. This wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the endless paranoia of the people I left behind in my isolation. What should I do I feel like everything is after me and all I respond to it with is self destructive anger. what should I do to stop these rabid thoughts?

Please, darling, do be kind to yourself. Don’t think for one second that you deserve anything but the best. There is nothing after you. No one wants to hurt you. You are safe, and I wouldn’t let anything get you. If you can, do try to reach out to someone who cares about you. Be gentle with yourself. You are wonderful, and the Void will always cherish you.