why am i posting this right now

Welp I got Inspiration....Crap...

So you guys remember this sweet little Nonny from yesterday?  And I told them I wanted to do more stories, just wasn’t sure when?

Well I wasn’t expecting to get inspiration so soon.  I found another story that I want to do.  It will be nothing like Sky & Mist’s though so i’m a little hesitant to do it.  Well that and I’ve already got three freakin’ gameplays going on right now and where the heck am i going to find the time?!  Why brain…why…

I might put up a synopsis post tonight or tomorrow to get a feel for what you guys think.

omg, i s2g i figured riverdale’s mystery out

to summarize (sorry for repetition from other post but i wanted everything in one post): 

1. everyone keeps pointing out how similar archie and jason looked and were. they had more in common than sports; they were both tutored by ms grundy (pause for vom), they were both at the river. they both had red hair. archie was the intended target, and the killer is grundy’s husband. 

why? like i’ve said, i hated that plot to high hell but grundy did seem to be really genuinely afraid of him (assuming that was the truth), afraid that he’d do something terrible to her. if it was the truth and that’s why she changed her identity, then ostensibly he’s real dangerous. 

2. edit: it would be a huge realization for archie that he was a victim. he really assumed he was safe with grundy. that was actually something he reiterated many times—he knew what he was doing, he was safe, it was all his choice. but it wasn’t, right? he was manipulated by her, and completely preyed upon.

i think it would help archie realize that he was a victim and come to terms with the way she abused him emotionally as well as physically.

the original point didn’t come off right, so i edited it here to clarify.

it also makes sense because the only other people with motives to torture a kid for a week seemed to acquit themselves in the recent episode

polly has an alibi, the coopers genuinely seem like they didn’t do it (plus it’d be way too obvious), and the blossoms wouldn’t torture jason

3. we’re halfway through the season; if we haven’t met the killer yet i’d be surprised. if i’ve learned anything by doing meta and theories is how to structure pacing. the killer has to strike again, and it has to be someone we’ve seen; someone who’s a recurring character. all of the main characters seem innocent. 

so back to my first point, who’s the only lone character with those connections to grundy and archie, re: music? 

professor oscar castillo.

4. remember in 1x05 where he stiffened at the name “grundy” ? he said “the music teacher who left?” remember when he turned away and said something weird about the connection she clearly had with archie? how he clearly hated archie on sight? he’s grundy’s husband. 

the actor has been booked for a recurring role [x], and i’ll bet he was at the river that day, he thought jason was archie, but after he’d realized it wasn’t archie he couldn’t let jason leave. so he tortured him for information on grundy and archie and eventually shot jason, but now has to wait for the right time to strike again. 

it’s him. he did it. i’ll put money on it.

So you want to interact with a fanfiction author

Great! I’m glad you want to reach out and start a conversation with the many creative, giving people who take time out of their busy lives to pen the stories that have captured your imagination. This post is going to cover leaving reviews, giving constructive criticism, and a few do’s and don’t’s.

If you like a fic, leave a review! You can do this a couple different ways.

Reblogging with tags. Every single creative person I know, be they writer or artist or musician, religiously stalks the tags when people reblog their work. Tags are an amazing way to communicate with a creative, especially if you’re shy about sending them a message directly or are afraid your comment will go unnoticed in their inbox.

Don’t know what to say in the tags? Think about the moment you decided you were going to reblog this piece instead of just hitting the “Like” button. Was it a particularly well done piece of dialogue? A description that made you feel like you were a part of the story instead of just reading it? A scenario you’d never considered before but changed the way you thought about [character a, situation b, or fandom c]? There’s a reason you’re taking time to reblog instead of like, so let them know why! Not every reblog needs to be a tag flail.

Alternatively, you can send the author a message. Fanmail if you’re shy and don’t want your adoration made public. Sometimes, if I don’t have time to tag a fic the way I want for whatever reason, I’ll like the piece and then shoot the author a fanmail or an ask telling them what I liked. This is also acceptable. Who doesn’t like getting mail? Crazy people who don’t use social media, that’s who.

Ok, but wait. What if you DON’T like what the author has done with their fic? What then? Yes, there are options.

Option #1: You ignore the fic. You neither like nor reblog the story. You and the author both move on with your lives. You may choose this option at any time. It is not necessary to let the author or anyone else know you have chosen this option.

Option #2: Ask the author why they chose to go that route. Politely. We’ll go over what that means later.

Option #3: Give constructive criticism. Now. Be careful with this one. Creatives are sensitive people. Make sure the author is open to it before you go barrelling into their ask box. If you message me, even on anon, saying, “Hey, I just read your latest fic and I have some concrit I wanted to run by you. Is that ok?” that is perfectly fine. If my answer is yes, go for it. If not, see Option #1.

What is concrit? Glad you asked.

This is concrit: “I totally get the vibe you were going for with that scene, but I was a little confused about the angles of the body parts. I don’t think you meant for them to be doing xyz there. It just took me out of the moment a little.”

This is NOT concrit: “You’re actually not very good at writing smut. You should probably just let [other person] write it and stick to what you’re good at. Which is not smut.”

What’s the difference? In the first one, you acknowledge what you think the author was going for. You explain what has you confused. You explain how you interpreted it. And then you leave a way for the author to contact you to respond to the concrit. You could be right. Maybe the author’s beta was having an off day and missed that awkward elbow maneuver. Maybe they don’t have a beta.  Or maybe it’s you that’s missed something. The second example is rude. This criticism is not designed to help the author. It is designed to tear them down and discourage them.

Some people adore concrit. Some people only want it before they publish a piece. Some don’t want it at all. None of these are wrong.

SIDE NOTE FOR AUTHORS: If you ask for concrit, do not be upset, offended, or throw a tantrum when someone sends you a respectful message. You did not want concrit. You wanted to ask for concrit and revel when no one sent you anything. Those are not the same things. Concrit, when given correctly, is designed to make you, the author, a better writer.

Ok, let’s go back to Option #2 now. Where you liked the piece overall, but the characters are acting a little wonky. Something’s not quite right, you think. You don’t really have any concrit, but you want to say something. Here’s what you can do, especially if the author is posting a work in progress.

Acceptable: “Hey! I just read the latest chapter of [amazing story you’ve been following since day one]. I’m enjoying the story so far, but this last one has me a little confused. Why did [character a] do [this]? I feel they would have done [that]. Am I missing something?”

Not acceptable: “Your latest chapter was a big disappointment. I feel like you just don’t know the characters anymore. There’s no way in hell [characters a and b] would be [doing xyz]. I’m sorry, I’m unfollowing you.”

In the first example, you let the author know you like their work. You are making an attempt to understand their vision. You give them a specific example of what’s bothering you. You acknowledge that there may be things coming that you aren’t aware of yet. In the second, you’re an asshat who is wasting bandwidth. The tone has shifted from commenting on the story to commenting on the author.

And here are a few general DO’s and DON’T’S:

DO tell an author you are excited to read the next chapter.

DON’T send an author a message saying only “update soon” less than five minutes after the new chapter was posted.

DO speculate on what’s going to happen next.

DON’T tell the author how to write their story.

DO ask your author how the writing process is going.

DON’T ask your author why they haven’t updated yet.

DO send your author love.

DON’T send your author anon hate.

THERE ARE NO PROFESSIONAL FANFICTION AUTHORS. (We’re not gonna talk about she-who-must-not-be-named of the fifty shade variety). Every single fic author has a job, family, friends, school, religion, other hobbies, or sleep equally vying for their attention. Respect their time, respect their work, respect them as human beings, and we’ll all get along fine.

Voltron characters as things I've said
  • Allura: "Why marry rich when you can be rich? Scam those men, wear those heels and be a boss ass bitch"
  • Coran: "My secret ingredient for delicious food is love...just kidding, it's MSG"
  • Lotor having a mildly okay hair day: "They were right, I am worth it. L'Oreal, where my sponsor at?!?!?"
  • Shiro: "I've been playing hide and seek with happiness for quite awhile now"
  • Lance: "This dude really thought he could get me! like, how can you treat me right if you can't get 3 stars in Mario Kart 8"
  • Keith: "What do you mean 'in a committed relationship with anger' isn't valid?"
  • Pidge: "They said what you love the most will destroy you. False. My computer would never betray me"
  • Hunk, talking about chicken nuggets: "And I swear... it was love at first bite"
  • bonus
  • Matt, holding up a bottle of sodium hydroxide: "you could say i'm pretty basic!" *badum tss*
  • Shay: "No don't eat so many sweets, you already have me"
  • Me: I think I'm gonna work on being a better person by letting go of my anger
  • Some asshole: *does unnecessary stupid shit for no goddamn reason*
  • Me: It's time 2 murder
You

Originally posted by rossfbutlers


Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request: “17 - Zach Dempsey”

Prompt:

17. “Well, she’s hot. Why don’t you try to date her?”

Word count: 1.530

Posted: 16th of May 2017

A/N: OMG! It’s my baby’s birthday, happy birthday to my angel and cinnamon roll, and I would appreciate it if you talk about MILES in my ask box. I am disappointed and sad too, so Miles would really cheer me up right now. I am so tired and I have some tests and oral tests for tomorrow, that sucks! I hate school so much and I can’t wait for it to end. Honestly.
I hope that you like this Zach imagine and I would appreciate it if you send some requests. Thank you so much, I love you all.

- G. x

Warning: few bad words, I think.


“Zachary Dempsey!” You shouted as you tried to catch your best friend’s attention. You were complaining about some iniquities of your Maths teacher about your surprised long test earlier that day, but you stopped when you noticed that he wasn’t listening to you.

You decided to have a picnic after school as you wanted to study for your Peer Communications exam together. Your final exams were coming soon and school was about to end, finally.

The day seemed so calm and tranquil. The mild and fine weather just came in as the colourful flowers bloomed and the trees suddenly became green. The heat of the sun kissed your skin as the howling gale made your hair sway in different directions and the only noise that could be heard was your fussy voice, together with the chirping of the birds.

“What the hell?” He jumped a little bit, accidentally throwing his pen on the blanket that you were sitting on. “What is your problem?” He asked with his furrowed eyebrows, still having his gaze concentrated in somewhere else.

“Dude, I was blabbering with no one!” You nudged him to catch his attention, but he was lost in his thoughts once again so you followed his lost gaze.

Your heart suddenly ached and your chest tightened as you saw him staring at a familiar and pretty girl from afar.

“Hannah.” You slowly nodded your head as you closed your heavy and thick Communications textbook. You remained in silence as you dealt with the deafening sound of the falling fragments of your heart.

Honestly? You really liked Zach since your Sophomore year. It started with a simple and innocent crush, but you started going out as friends and your feelings for him just grew wider and deeper. You tried to repress every emotion that you felt for him by avoiding him once, but it was useless because you kept on falling in love with him more and more every day, at first slowly, but then all at once.

“What’s up with her?” You curiously asked as you twiddled with the pen in your right hand. You stared at Zach and he suddenly looked at you.

“Just thinking about what happened during Valentine’s Day.” Zach answered and he flashed you a sad smile. You corrugated your forehead as he said that he didn’t have any date that night and he was going out with his friends, but it came out that he was with her, at least, that was what you expected that happened. “Don’t look at me like that, because I know what you’re thinking!” He playfully ruffled your hair and he gave you some loud laughs.

“Why? What am I thinking about?” You asked as you pretended to be innocent, obviously didn’t want to be caught.

“I was with my friends that night, stop being jealous.” He joked and he just laughed even harder when he received a loud slap on his arm, it didn’t have any effects on him as he was strong and muscular.

“I never thought that you weren’t with them!” You rolled your eyes as you lied through your teeth. Zach shook his head happily and you noticed how enthusiastic he was when you acted jealous around him.

“Yeah, right!” He rolled his eyes and he watched Hannah reading a book from afar. You watched her too and, although you could barely see her, you still had the chance to admire her features: long brown wavy hair, pink rosy cheeks and red full lips. She was beautiful and you couldn’t deny that it wasn’t impossible to like her, nevertheless her bad reputation at school. “Her date was Marcus.”

“They hang out together?” You curiously asked. Marcus had a really different behaviour compared to Hannah and it was strange for them to go on a date together.

“The Dollar Valentine of the cheerleaders.” He shortly answered as he finally closed his textbook too. You remembered how your previous Valentine’s Days went in the past few years and you were thankful that you decided to stay with your parents this year. “Marcus was an asshole though.”

“I have always said it.” You proudly stated as you flashed him a convinced wide smile. Zach nodded his head as he was agreeing to what you have just said. “Then what happened?”

“Well, he thought that Hannah was an easy one, just like what those school walls heard from some students about her.” Zach looked at you and he caught your eyes, but quickly looked away. “Long story short: Marcus wanted to have sex with her and, of course, Hannah rejected him.”

“Damn it! Where’s the fucking respect?” You complained and you furrowed your eyebrows as Marcus’ behaviour disgusted you. How can a man do something like that? It wasn’t even a behaviour to consider.

“I know.” Zach shortly answered. “Hannah spent the night crying as I remained with her, trying to make her laugh.”

“And?” You raised your shoulders as you waited for further explanations.
“And nothing, I talked and she listened. Nothing more.” Zach honestly answered and a dead silence was created between the two of you.

You knew Zach perfectly and you’ve always noticed it whenever he would lie about things. It didn’t seem that he was lying, so you believed him, although you still thought that he liked her.

Well, she’s hot. Why don’t you try to date her?” You suddenly blurted out as you were trying to find some interesting topics to talk about. You hated the silence when it came to Zach, you find it annoying when you couldn’t find any topic to discuss about.

“What?” Zach slightly shouted and you could say that he was shocked too. He didn’t expect you to say those things. You couldn’t understand why you chose that topic out of all the possible topics in the world, it was embarrassing and you somehow hinted him that you didn’t find him interesting nor you weren’t interested in him.

“Well,” You knew that you couldn’t take everything back anymore. You were afraid of what he might say about it, but you needed to go with the flow. “she’s beautiful. Isn’t she?”

“She is,” Zach honestly answered and you harshly felt a dart hitting perfectly the bullseye of your heart. “but it doesn’t mean that I want to date her.” He emphasized his words, trying to make you understand his point.

“Why not, Dempsey?” You pushed yourself to the limit and you still continued on teasing Zach, even though you knew that it wouldn’t be a good thing for you.

“Because it’s a no, (Y/N)!” Zach ruffled your hair once again and you just laughed as you noticed that he was starting to be annoyed. He’s never liked it whenever you would take care of his relationships, neither when you talk about your celebrity crushes or your admiration for some people.

“Tell me why!” You insisted and you kept on laughing as Zach gave you a death glare.

You held your stomach as you cried for your happiness. Annoyed Zach was the best Zach and you just loved it. Your laughter, though, was interrupted when Zach wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you backwards, making you lean your body on his chest.

“What the he-“ You were about to complain for his unexpected actions, but then he suddenly pressed his lips on yours to shut you up. You were obviously shocked, because why would he do such thing?

Your eyes grew wide as the happening still had to sink in your mind, but as soon as Zach moved his lips to deepen the kiss, you flutter shut your eyes and enjoyed the movements of your lips as they locked and fitted perfectly. You started to play with his hair and he caressed your face, slowly drawing some circles on your burning cheeks.

“That’s why, (Y/N)! I’d like to date you, instead of her, because I love you!” Zach whispered in your ear, confessing his feelings as you broke the kiss in need of air. He let your head rest on his chest and you flashed him a wide smile. “Is that clear now?”

“More than clear, Dempsey!” You laughed and you rolled your eyes as you lingered the smell of his perfume on his neck. You loved his scent and you couldn’t deny that he attracted you even more.

“So?” He raised an eyebrow as he held your hand tightly, interlacing his fingers with yours. “Can I try to date you, instead?”

“Try?” You jokingly questioned him. “I thought we are already dating?”

“Well, your thoughts are never wrong.” He winked at you and you both let out some soft giggles, being happy and thankful of the fast, but great moment that happened just a few minutes ago.

Being happy is underestimated, it is stereotypical, but Zach? Zach had that capacity to take you to another world, to make you discover new emotions to feel whenever you were with him. You were beyond happy for sure, because it was you who he wanted to be with and not anyone else. He chose you and, like what he has said, he loved you.


  • Piper: Why am I not a banana?
  • Annabeth: Because your genetic code dictates that you are human. However, it should please you to know that you share 50-60% of your DNA with a banana.
  • Piper: Woah, thanks, Annabeth
  • Percy: Are you telling me that some people are 10% more banana than other people?
Things to Ask a Diviner When You Don’t Know What to Ask

So let’s say that you’ve found a diviner that you really like, and you want to get a reading from them, and you don’t know what to ask. Or, let’s say you do your own divination, and you want to ask your cards/runes/other divinatory tool something besides the general reading - some specific information that will help you, but you just can’t figure out how to ask.

Here is that list!

(P.S., This post was the idea of @resonance-of-libra​. I’m just the one who made it.)

  • Is there anything I would benefit from knowing that I have not asked about?
  • How will tomorrow be for me?
  • Are any spiritual entities trying to contact me? Who? What are they trying to say?
  • Is there anything I’m forgetting?
  • What does my subconscious want to say to me that I’ve ignored?
  • What do I need to focus on in life right now?
  • What is my pet thinking about?
  • What should I draw/write about?
  • Has anyone done magic on me without my knowledge? Who? What kind?
  • Is anyone gossiping about me?
  • How do others view me?
  • How can I be more true to myself?
  • What do my ancestral spirits think of me?
  • How can I connect with my god/spirits/true self/nature?
  • What did that dream mean?
  • Do I have any surprises in store for me in my immediate future?
  • What do I need to know about love/career/education/friendships/situations with another?
  • How can I move forward in my career/love life/education?
  • What can I do to evolve as a spirit?
  • What is the strongest foundation I have to build on when it comes to my career/love life/future/education/health?
  • What am I not considering in this big decision of mine?
  • What do I need to cut out of my life right now?
  • What issues or things do I need to avoid right now?
  • What are the pros/cons of this?
  • How can I enjoy life more?
  • What are my good traits? What traits do I need to work on? How?
  • What are the good things in life that I’m ignoring?
  • What are examples of times I’ve done a good job?
  • What things should I be grateful for?
  • What can I look to in order to find meaning in my life?
  • What lies am I telling to myself? Others?
  • Why am I afraid of this thing? How do I conquer that fear?
  • What should I learn from my past?
  • What is the lesson before me in my life?
  • What celestial/natural/biological cycles are affecting me right now?
  • What resources do I have?
  • How can I make X easier on me?
  • What do I need to let go?
  • What part of my shadow self do I need to address? How do I address it?
  • What habits do I need to change? How?
  • What kind of spell should I cast?
Kalagang #05

1x06 Demons

There’s only one Kalagang moment in this episode, but I LOVE THIS SCENE. I mean, we love all Kalagang scenes, don’t we. Who doesn’t? Isn’t that why I am writing these posts and you’re reading them right now in the first place? LOL. So without further ado, let’s begin.

Previously on Sense8, Kala fainted in her wedding. Thank you, Wolfgang. Now they are aware of each other. Also, we get to see what each character thinks more importantly of – moral compass, logic, or desire.

I don’t know if it’s just me, but when Wolfgang says ‘hello again’, I felt my heart exploded. TOO MUCH HOTNESS. I JUST. I CAN’T. HIS FACE. HIS BODY. HIS FREAKIN’ EYES. HIS VOICE. DAMN YOU WOLFGANG BOGDANOW. DAMN YOU MAX RIEMELT. Whoa, I’m gushing too much.

See what I mean? I can’t think straight when he’s like THAT.

Original post [x] @netflixsense8gifs

Oh no? OH YES TO ME! Kala, you seriously need to appreciate the fact that you are able to see him.

JUST LOOK AT HIM! OH MY GOD! You know what? this post can just be me gushing over Wolfgang. And I’m not gonna be ashamed of it. Or feel sorry for not analyzing Kalagang moments which I should be doing right now! You hear me? I wont’ be SORRY! – no, I’m kidding. I’d feel terrible if I didn’t write this post properly.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

One thing I’ve noticed when Kala locks her door is that the place they visit each other – right after they’re surely aware of one another’s presence – has changed. Before this, places Wolfgang and Kala visited (or just connected in general) were more public such as cemetery, Sanyam’s (Kala’s father) restaurant, Indian restaurant in Berlin, club’s bathroom, swimming pool, and the place where Kala’s wedding was held.

Now, they are in each other’s bedroom – the most private space one can have. Wolfgang showing up in Kala’s bedroom has significant meaning to it.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

Let’s rewind a bit. When Kala wakes up in her bedroom, the first thing she sees is her family (although the person in the middle looks like her coworker/friend but whatever). Let’s say Kala’s bedroom is a metaphor for her mind or herself. Her family (and friends) symbolizes things or people that made who she is today. They represent Kala’s personality, her beliefs, her dreams, memories, relationships, important values in her life, you-name-it. At the same time, her mind is the most private space – like her bedroom. So she only lets in those which she knows, trusts, cares, and loves, or at least she’s familiar with – just like her family has been the only ones who can come to her bedroom.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

But then, all of sudden, out of nowhere, THIS GUY shows up none other than in Kala’s own bedroom. In her bed. And let us not forget that Rajan has never been in her bedroom, ever.

I wrote in the previous post [x] that when Wolfgang showed up in Kala’s wedding he represented Kala’s inner voice. I’d add more and say Wolfgang himself symbolizes Kala’s darkest and deepest desire which explains why Kala later describes him as a demon.

Anyhow, so Wolfgang showing up in Kala’s bedroom indicates – the wedding sort of triggered the awakening of Kala’s desire which has been hidden for very long time. And now, it’s visible. Again, in her bed. She can feel her longing for something more in her life; she just doesn’t want to admit it, yet.

And before we move on, can we just take a moment and see how Wolfgang is eyeing on her? I mean, seriously…I’m 600% sure that most people love this scene because of the way Wolfgang looks at Kala the whole time.

Wolfgang: I didn’t ruin anything. You didn’t want to marry that guy. [That is not for you to say] Maybe not, but you wanted me to say it.

Obviously, Kala doesn’t want this unexpected visitor – more like an intruder from her perspective – to keep seeing through her.

Original post [x] @eleveun

And obviously, Wolfgang cannot help but enjoy knowing what she wants with seductive look on his face.

Wolfgang: *pat* *pat* *pat*

Me: I’M SOLD

But not her. Nope.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

And he seems so disappointed. Which makes him hotter and cuter for some reason. But I’m kinda glad that she said no to him. One of many things I love about Kala and Wolfgang is that even though they’re pretty much love at first sight, they don’t rush. Their relationship rather builds up gradually making their connection stronger.

Moreover, this is the first time Wolfgang actually develops a relationship with someone. It’s going to be something totally different from what he’s used to do with other women. So Wolfie, patting the bed may not be the smartest move to make in front of Kala. Not right now.

BUT interestingly, if you look back at the GIF where Wolfgang pats on the bed, you can see Kala’s body sorta leaning towards him for a moment – deep down, she wants him too.

Original post [x] @klarksbelomi

I have absolutely nothing to talk about – except how cute this whole scene was. The way Kala tries to figure out what is going on with her, Kala’s description of Wolfgang as demon, Wolfgang gazing at Kala as she moves back and forth in her room…and smiling at her. P E R F E C T I O N. Technically it’s not their first meeting, but it still gave me this vibe of meet-cute in romantic films.

Wolfgang: If you are so concerned with privacy and decency, why did you look? [I did not] Yes, you did. You looked then, and you’re looking now [I did not].

Original post [x] @ludi-lin

I just love how he teases Kala. Him glancing down at his ‘trunk’ and then right back at her. He’s totally enjoying every second of this moment with her.

Kala: [and somehow, I feel that you want me, too] Oh my god, you are a demon.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

In 1x02 post, I wrote that the way Wolfgang describes his feeling towards Kala is going to change gradually from words that are very instinctive to something more emotional. First it was ‘craving’; now it’s ‘want’. If you search the word in the dictionary, it means ‘have a desire to possess or do (something); wish for’. So for Wolfgang, this feeling he has is still closer to desire or lust (instinctive). The reason he uses that word is because maybe he doesn’t know it’s love, yet. Or maybe he’s just more used to that word.

Want, desire, lust – these are the words Wolfgang is familiar with. To Kala, they’re raw, strange, unfamiliar, and even immoral things to feel – which explains her astounded reaction. Not to mention she’s never heard directly from someone that he wants her. But at the same time, you see a very subtle smile on her face – she doesn’t hate it completely. I feel like she’s impressed by how straightforward and honest Wolfgang is. Because in her life, she never had a chance to talk about deep feelings or desires so openly with others.

I mean Wolfgang is everything that Kala is not – and that makes her more attracted to him…and vice versa.

Kala: I know that if it was you [Rajan] that had fainted just before you were to marry me, oh, dear, I’d be absolutely sure that you hated me and that you didn’t want anything to do with me. So I completely understand if you came here because you don’t want to marry me any longer. And you don’t have to worry about protecting my feelings.

Maybe because she’s somehow influenced by Wolfgang, but anyhow, when Kala meets up with Rajan, I think it’s the first time she actually spills out what she really feels. I would say she tried her best to be honest as possible, but it’s still not enough to make Rajan to know her intentions completely.

Because the way she address the issue is…you can see that Kala wants to be honest with Rajan, but at the same time she doesn’t want to hurt his feelings. She doesn’t want to be that bad person who dumps her fiance after their failed wedding ceremony. I wrote that Kala is on her journey figuring out ways to become an adult…and this is going to be one of the biggest struggles on her way. Sometimes, one has to be brutally honest with another.

Being honest with your heart may hurt others. There’s no grey area for this. At least in Kala’s situation. Whether she likes it or not, Kala will have to make a choice in some point. The consequence that follows her decision is inevitable. It is her responsibility – a burden that she must bear. It is painful, but that’s what makes us…what’s going to make Kala a woman (adult).

Rajan: For me, I love what happened. I love it because it makes our wedding something special. […] I imagine telling our children how their beautiful mother took one look at their father and fainted straight away. It is a great twist.

Oh Rajan, you just keep coming up with more foreshadowing of Kalagang.

That’s What Friends Are For

Originally posted by alltimewolf


Pairing: Jeff Atkins x fem!reader

Request: 46 😊

46 - “Can I kiss you right now?”

Warnings: none

Word count: 785

Sorry it’s short.

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Limits

Originally posted by 13reasonsvvhy


Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Request: “9 - Alex Standall”

Prompt:

9. “I am just protecting you.”

Word count: 1.547

Posted: 15th of May 2017

A/N: I miss my Alex imagines and I am having some feels right now. I need more Alex imagines, I admit! I miss that little inactive chicken nugget. Dude, post something on your social medias! I miss you. :(
Anyways, here’s another request from Aja and I hope that you like it. 
I hope you keep on supporting my writing, guys! I love you all so much and I thank you for the kind words, they really motivate me to write more and to think of the shitty things in my life less. Thank you so much.

P.S.: I am not accepting part 2 requests for my prompts imagines. Sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: a little bit of angst, being drunk, swearing


“(Y/N), you’ve already drunk too much!” Your best friend, Alex, exclaimed as he stole the red plastic cup from your shaky hand. You had a blurry vision because you were already sleepy and you had to admit that you were also a little bit drunk.

Alex stopped you on drinking to impose you some limits, because he knew that drinking has never been good to people, mostly to you.

“Alex, you’re not my dad!” You slurred as you tried to snatch the cup back from his hands, but you had no success. The liquor spilt on the floor as Alex tried to distance the cup from yourself. “Fuck, Alex!”

You were in one of Bryce’s party to celebrate his team’s successful game the night before and all of the school was in his gobsmacking and enormous modern house, enjoying the music, the company and all of the bad things in life: drugs, cigarettes and alcohol.

“(Y/N), we’re going home!” Alex forcefully grabbed your hand as he put the almost empty plastic cup on the kitchen counter, a place where it would be a little bit difficult for you to reach.

“No, Alex! I still have to play that suck and blow thingy!” You drunkenly laughed as you pointed to the crowd that was doing the game.

“No, (Y/N)!” Alex protested, but his friends suddenly pulled him away, so he could leave you alone. You flirtatiously smiled to thank them and you carefully walked towards the group.

“Can I join?” You happily asked, feeling tired but happy at the same time. The feeling of being drunk was great as you didn’t have your problematic thoughts, you didn’t have to think of the stuffs that you were going through. You heard people cheering as you stood between Jeff, on your right, and Justin, on your left. You knew that the fun has just begun for you.

The game has started and people started sucking the card and they passed it on to the person on their right.

You felt enthusiastic and less pensive at that moment, you forgot everything in your life, mostly your feelings for Alex, as the alcohol took your mind’s control. You had no control of yourself and you knew that you needed someone to handle you, but who cared? The people around you were drunk too. They probably felt the same thing that you were feeling: they would remember something, but then their minds just would black out totally. Some of them wouldn’t even remember everything that happened during that night.

The game lasted for about two spins before the first card fell off your mouth. You were passing the card to Jeff and, because of your clumsiness or drunkenness, you accidentally let the card go. Even though you didn’t have the clearest mind at that moment, the rules were still clear to yourself: you had to kiss Jeff.

Your senses were awakened by people as they encouraged you to kiss Jeff. You were drunk and you had no problems on kissing any person at that moment. You were out of your control and that was why your best friend was being worried earlier.

“I guess we have to do this.” Jeff naughtily flirted with you as he grabbed your waist, he was a little bit drunk and out of himself too. You knew that Jeff has always liked you, but you loved Alex and you didn’t even know why you were doing this to yourself, but you went with the flow. After all, some party goers dif this stuff often.

“It’s not a problem, Atkins!” You winked at him and you hyperactively wrapped your arms around his neck and you both closed the gap between the two of you without any problems.

You both shared a passionate and wet kiss as people made noise for your little hot making out session in front of them. You were both enjoying it as Jeff led you to a less crowded place. Little did you both know that there was someone who was getting his heart broken by watching the two of you, but then was called by his best friends to distract him.

“Let’s lead this thing in an appropriate place.” You bit your lip as you stunned Jeff with your sweet voice. He started giving you some wet kisses on your neck as you both found the way to an empty clean room.

You were both caught up in the moment that you both kept on kissing and left the door wide open. You and Jeff kept on making out as he led you to the warm and comfortable bed, falling on it, with him on top of you.

The things started to become steamy between you and Jeff. The heat in the room fogged up the glass window as the cold wind kissed it from the other side. You turned the tables over as you wanted to take the control of the thing. You couldn’t deny it, but you were both turned on, touching and caressing your body parts as long as you could.

“(Y/L/N), what the hell?” The pleasure that you shared with Jeff while kissing him was interrupted by your best friend, when he suddenly dragged you off Jeff’s body.

“What the fuck, Standall?” You faced him as you tried to protest for what he has done. You angrily pushed him away, but he was stronger than you. You were so drunk and weak, that you couldn’t move him, not even a little bit.

“We’re going home!” He loaded you in one of his shoulders as if you were a sack full of potatoes. Alex was surely thin and slim, but he used to work out, by Officer Standall’s orders, and his arms weren’t that weak as you thought.

“I don’t want to go home!” You protested like a kid, wiggling yourself to make him struggle. You continued on doing it, but you got tired of it as Alex started to walk out of the room. You peeked at Jeff, who was now sleeping peacefully on the bed, passed out, and you let out a heavy sigh as you thought that you deluded him.

You let yourself relax on Alex’s shoulder and you closed the door behind you, letting Jeff sleep peacefully. Alex walked in the middle of the drunk crowd and he made his way out of the suffocating place that you were both in.

He put you on the passenger’s seat of his car and buckled your seatbelt carefully. You had your eyes closed, but you still had the senses to feel Alex’s moves.

“Why did you do that?” You garbled as you felt the car moving. Alex didn’t drink at all and his mind was sober, meaning that you were safe with him.

I am just protecting you.” Alex shortly answered as he focused his eyes on the road, following the road’s speed limit. You weakly opened your eyes and stole a glance of his face: he had his forehead corrugated and a black aura surrounded his raging body.

“I was safe with Jeff too, Alex!” You protested in a calm way as you were so tired to start a fight between the two of you.

“You are drunk, just take a rest and I’m almost home.” He annoyingly answered with a dry toned voice. You hinted the indifference in his voice and you stopped asking things, still keeping your mind alive even though your eyes were closed.

The vehicle suddenly stopped and you assumed that you arrived in his family’s home. He carefully unbuckled your seatbelt as he quietly admired your peaceful face. It almost seemed that you were already sleeping, but the thoughts and your feelings for Alex kept you up and pensive once again.

“I was being protective, because I was jealous.” He caressed your face as you felt his hot breath against your skin, sending some shivers down your spine. “I love you, (Y/N), and it hurt me seeing you making out with someone else, in public.” He mumbled, fidgeting with his jacket as he confessed his hidden feelings to you.

You heard him sigh as he brushed his fingers on your lips, wishing that it was him who kissed you that night, wishing that it was him who you loved, obviously unbeknownst to your feelings for him.

“I love you so much.” He said once again as you felt some hot water sting your skin. Alex was vulnerable and you wanted to shout at him how much you loved him, but something suddenly stopped you.

Alex kept on crying and only God knew how much you wanted to open your tired eyes to confess your feelings for Alex too, but you were so afraid. Afraid of admitting everything, afraid of the consequences, afraid of what might happen next, although you discovered that he loved you back.

You were afraid to love Alex as you both considered each other as best friends for a long time, so you set some limits between the two of you, just like how he set you the limit for your alcohol intake, just how he limited his driving, following the speed limits imposed.

Maybe those limits between the two of you would help you, or maybe not. Probably not.


why am i always motivated to draw gay shit when i’m drunk

anonymous asked:

crossroads 3????????

If anyone’s wondering why my askbox is closed, it’s because of asks like this. 

I’m really not in a good place right now which is why I chose not to post anymore for a while. I feel like I’m shutting down and I need to do something about it before I snap, I need to do some things for myself and try to change. 

I am posting this because I want to say thank you to everyone who’s sent me positive supportive messages, I appreciate every single one of you so much more than I can explain. You guys make me feel like I’m not a complete failure at everything and I’m always amazed by the fact that there are people out there who read my stories and who like reading them as much as I like writing them, and it really means the world to me.

I logged on this morning and I teared up reading your asks. Thank you for caring about me even though you don’t know me, you make me believe that there are still so many good people out there. 

And then I saw this ask and it made me cry because I realized that to some people I’m obviously just a machine that’s there to please them and the fact that I’m going through something doesn’t mean shit, all that matters is if I’ll update this story or not. This isn’t meant to shade or hurt the person who sent this, I know you meant nothing bad by this, but I’m in such a place right now that I take everything to heart.

I love reading your asks but I closed the askbox because right now I feel like shit and I don’t want to see anything like this in my inbox when I log on, it just brings me down and adds to my horrible feelings.

I love you all and I hope you’re doing fine! I am still writing because writing makes me feel better, it’s my reward for getting through the day, honestly. I promised the two updates and I will deliver on that on those dates, and hopefully I’ll feel bettter about everything by then. Take care, boos! ♡. .