will anyone respond

Jade, not having lived with anyone for years, talks aloud to herself a lot. 

It doesn’t matter who is in the room with her, sometimes she just starts off on a conversation with herself, looking puzzled for a moment if anyone tries to respond. 

I’m sorry that I have to say this, but please don’t ask other blogs to ask Jack something or to reblog something just so Jack can see it.  I’ve had a lot of people come to me recently asking me to do things because they think Jack will pay more attention to me than them, and I’m sure other blogs on here have had that same problem.

I love you guys, and I want you to get the chance to interact with Jack too, but asking me to get ahold of Jack isn’t polite.  It feels like you’re using me.  And also, Jack responds to anyone if he sees it.  He doesn’t pick favorites, and he doesn’t exclude “non-popular” blogs.  If you post a question in the tag or send it to him, there’s a good chance he will see it.  And if not, maybe try again another time.  Don’t spam it, but also don’t use blogs that you think are “more popular” to get Jack’s attention.

tl;dr, don’t use people to get to Jack. Jack tries to get to everyone, but sometimes he can’t.  Be respectful of that. :)

Fat fingers part 2: Coffee date, or?

Note: Sorry that this took so long. I will start working on the TJeff request that I promised to work on earlier this week tonight and hopefully finish it tomorrow. For now, I hope you enjoy part 2 of Fat Fingers though. c:

Word count: 3168

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x reader

Warnings: Mentions of racism, homophobia and neo nazis. Do not read if Trump supporter, I guess??? Also a bit of swearing.

Originally posted by diggstrash

You had been unable to go to sleep that night, even if you tried really hard to do so. It had been a horrible day and you wanted nothing but to tell your family how much you hated their influence on your life. But, if you did it would mean that you would never see them again and they were definitely someone you did not want to make your enemy, as they could make your life a living hell. You had no choice but to try and live at least a little bit by their rules.

At some point, you found yourself deciding to message Daveed on Facebook. At first, you had no idea what to write, but you just really felt like you owed him an apology and if he did not accept it, you sure would be embarrassed. But, you would have tried. At least the likelihood of you two ever meeting again was pretty much to zero.

“Hey, I don’t know if you remember me, but I was the girl who ran into you this morning. I just really wanted to apologize for the way my ‘friend’ acted. Anyway, that’s probably all. Bye” You typed awkwardly and send it to him. You were not sure whether he would reply or not, but just as you had put your phone down on your bedside table again, your phone buzzed. When you checked, you had not expected to see Daveed’s name on the display, but were unable to help the grin that spread across your lips. He really did respond.

“Hey Y/N, I remember you. No need to apologize though, it’s not your fault. I hope that you still want to take me up on that coffee soon. I’m heading to bed now, but feel free to call me at some point. Number is 510-555-0150. Hope to see you soon”

Had Daveed Diggs just given you his number? You blinked a couple of times and checked the display another time just to make sure that he had indeed given you his number. He definitely had. You could not help but wonder why, but it made you smile like an idiot. And blush a tiny bit too.

You saved his number in your phone and contemplated on whether you should text him or not. You decided on the later, as he had told you that he was going to bed. So, yet again you placed your phone on the nightstand and as you were about to fall asleep, finally being able to after you had gotten the apology off your chest, you received another message. Surprisingly enough, it was from Daveed as well.

“If it’s not too much to ask, could you send me a text?” He asked and you chuckled softly.

“Sure” You replied, before finding his name in your contacts. You were unsure about what to write. You could just send him a hi with your name, but that seemed sort of boring. “I think I am the one who owes you coffee. Goodnight, Diggs” You texted and finally went to sleep after sending it.

You woke up to a text from Daveed next morning. You had not expected it, but it honestly made you happy. Getting a response from him last night had saved your night and getting a text from him now definitely was a great start on an otherwise probably stressful day.

“Mornin. I don’t think so, Y/LN. I’ll buy coffee tonight, if you’re up for it? Have a great day.” The text said. You giggled softly and shook your head. You honestly still found yourself doubting that this was indeed real.

“Good morning Diggs. Only if I get to pay? You too” You replied as you got out of bed. You knew that you would be off late, it would probably be around 6 before you finally finished work, so you had to bring spare clothes because there was no way in hell you were going back to your apartment before going for coffee with Daveed. First, you changed into a pair of jeans, a white chiffon dress shirt and a blue blazer. It was nothing special, but it was suited for work. For the coffee trip you settled on a cute, wine red dress that reached to just above your knee, a lemon curry knitted cardigan and a pair of black heels. It was nothing special, but you wanted to at least do a little bit to look presentable.

When you were heading out the door, you received another text from Daveed. “Guess we’ll see about that. How does 7 sound? It’s a date” You read with a smile.

“7 sounds good. Noted. Where are we going?” You asked. So, it was actually a date. You were going on a date with Daveed freaking Diggs. You hoped that you could make it there in time. Otherwise, you could probably just tell him whatever time you needed.

“I don’t know yet. I can pick you up at work at 6:45, if that’s cool?” You didn’t get to reply for a while, since you were in a bit of a rush to get to the subway, so it wasn’t until you stepped out of the subway again, that you got to actually text him back.

“Sure. I’ll see you at 6:45 then” You texted and added your work address as you made your way to your office. It luckily was not a long walk and you made it there in about 5 minutes. You were later than usual, but still made it on time.

The day went by way too slowly. You wanted nothing else but to get out of there and go on that coffee date with Daveed. You were really looking forward to it, but had to push it to the back of your mind to get some work done. It worked for the most part, but you were not surprised when some of your co-workers noticed how happy you seemed, which had become pretty rare those days.

“Why are you so happy Y/N?” Your friend Emma had asked while you were sat at a table with her, along with two other friends from work at lunch.

You froze, not really knowing what to say. You looked up at her with a nervous chuckle and looked at the two others as well. They had definitely noticed your significantly happier mood too, so there was no way you were getting around this one. “I… Uhm. I’m going on a date.” You murmured and stared into your food. You filled your mouth with food so you were unable to answer any other questions for now.

“What? Seriously? Are you really going on a date? That’s so exciting. Who’s the lucky one?” She asked, a bit too loud. A few of your other co-workers turned to your table to look at you. You felt your mouth go dry as you felt very exposed under everyone’s gaze.

“It’s no big deal…” You trailed off. You bit your lower lip as you wondered whether or not you should tell them. You had bonded over your mutual fondness for clipping. after all. “Daveed Diggs.” You finally blurted under your breath. They were going to figure it out anyway when he picked you up later.

“What?!” She almost shouted and you felt yourself slide further into the comfort of your chair. You sensed that she was about to scold you. She was head over heels for the guy after all. “Fuck you, Y/N. You knew that I had a crush on him.” She added.

You snorted lightly at her. “Please, Emma. I will set you two up if it’s that big of a deal.” You answered ironically as you rolled your eyes.

Her expression softened at that and she shook her head softly. “No. God no. You two suit each other much better. Besides, I’m an even crazier fan than you. How did you two even meet?” She rambled. The rest of your friends sat staring at you in silence and you began to grow uncomfortable.

“It’s no big deal… I just spilled my coffee on him.” You replied as you quickly filled your mouth with more food to stop the endless row of questions. Luckily, Emma seemed to get the hint and the 4 of you fell into your usual, cosy conversations while you finished lunch.

The last hours felt more like years. You kept looking at the clock every 5 minutes or so and you were always disappointed. You worked hard to finish what you needed before 6 pm. You knew that there was no way in hell you were finishing up until at least 30 minutes later, but you hoped that you would at least be ready then. Luckily, you managed to finish what you were working on in the half an hour you had left and once the time showed 6:30pm, you finally closed your computer.

You left your station, bringing your bag with you to the ladies’ room. Once inside one of the booths, you quickly changed into the clothes you had prepared from home and fixed your make up in front of the mirror. You did not feel as confident as you had hoped, but you knew that you just had to roll with it. You were not going to wear your work clothes out for a date, so this had to do.

With a soft sigh you left the bathroom. It would only be a couple of minutes until Daveed was picking you up outside. So, you bid Emma goodnight and headed down the stairs. Once outside, people started to spill out of the building as they had just finished as well. You texted him, just to make sure that he knew that you were ready. “I’m outside now” you wrote.

You did not receive a text from him, which was probably due to the fact that he was just around the corner. You were pretty happy when you saw him walking once he turned the corner of the street, as driving around LA at this time of the day was really hard.

Once he spotted you in the crowd of people leaving your office, his face lit up in a smile. “Y/N. Hey.” He smiled as he made his way to you and once in front of you, he gently took your hand and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it, his beard tickling your skin lightly. A pinkish blush spread across your cheeks.

“Wow. Such a gentleman.” You teased with a soft smile. There was no real fire behind it though. You were just really relieved that he actually wanted to drink coffee with you.

“Well, you do learn something from playing a Frenchman in a Broadway musical, I guess.” He joked, which made you chuckle softly.

“Guess so.” You smiled. You felt very comfortable in his presence. He was nice, sweet. You really hoped that this would not be the last time the two of you went out for coffee, even if it would just be as friends in the future. He had this personality that you just could not help but love.

“So… I was thinking. Can I ask you out for dinner instead? Nothing fancy, but I never got around to eat anything and since you just finished work, I figured you didn’t either.” He asked.

You nodded softly. “Yeah. That would be great, honestly. I’m starving.” You admitted, which made him chuckle softly. “So, where do you want to go?” You asked.

“There’s this great café not too far from here where they sell food too. How does that sound?” He suggested.

“Coffee and food. Classy.” You joked, before you nodded. “Sounds great. Lead the way?” You questioned. You probably did not know the place he was talking about anyway.

Daveed gently took your hand, holding onto it loosely as he led the way down the street. You thought that perhaps this would be a great night out with him without your family or any of their friends figuring out what you were doing.

You still feared that they would figure out what was going on, so you were pretty grateful once you got to the café and headed inside. Luckily, no one seemed to have noticed you and if they did, you were done defending your choices in men to them. If you wanted to date someone who they did not like, they would just have to deal with that.

Daveed lead you to a small table in the back of the café, pulling a chair out for you to sit in. You giggled softly at the gesture and said down. “Thank you, Monsieur.” You joked., which made him snort, even if he was unable to hide the smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“So, Y/N. You already know what I do. So, what do you do?” He asked. You bit your bottom lip lightly at his question. You really did not think your life was that interesting, but you knew that telling him about yourself was inevitable.

“I just do office work. Nothing interesting.” You said, as you lowered your gaze with a slight shrug. You could definitely find better things to do, but your mum had gotten you this job a while ago, so you felt like you were unable to just quit.  

“Oh, well. What if I think it’s interesting?” He challenged with an arched eyebrow. He obviously was not going to let you off that easily.

You shrugged. “I honestly don’t think you do.” You answered with a shy smile. Your work was nothing interesting. It barely even payed your bills, but it was better than letting your parents pay for some expensive life style that you did not want.

Most of your evening was spent like that, asking each other questions about your lives. You found his to be much more interesting than yours, even though Daveed kept telling you that he thought your life was pretty interesting. However, at the subject of family your mood seemed to do a complete 1-80. You truly wanted nothing to do with them. If anything, you wanted them out of your life, but it was an impossible task.

“I… Like I said, my family is very… Republican. Racists, homophobes, neo Nazis. Stuff like that.” You explained as you lowered your gaze. People often thought that you were the same. But, you had very different believes compared to the rest of your family.

Daveed could obviously see that the topic of family bothered you a lot and you were quite surprised when you felt a pair of soft, warm hands wrap around yours. “Well, at least you aren’t like them, Y/N.” He smiled softly, trying to cheer you up. It did not work however, and actually made things a bit worse. You did not dare to tell him, though.

“No, I know. They let me know every day…. Things would be so much easier if I could just live by their rules.” Your murmured, looking down at your hands. You hated that you had to at least try and live the way they wanted you to, but you had no other options.

“I know, but I am glad that you are different. You deserve better than a family who is against all your believes.” He sighed.

You simply nodded, as you had no idea what to say. “I just really want to not have to be viewed as one of them.” You blurted, biting your lower lip slightly.

“Who do you think views you as the same as them? You seemed to make your opinion on the election very clear, at least from what I could tell.” He seemed really surprised at what you had said. He definitely did not think that you were like them in anyway.

“I don’t know… Just. People. Everyone I meet seem to know my parents.” You shrugged, before shaking your head. “Anyway. Let’s talk about something else.” You added. You just did not know what. You wanted to change the subject though, as you felt tears starting to sting your eyes as the topic of conversation fell on your family.

Daveed luckily seemed to pick up on it and quickly changed the subject. “So, was spilling your coffee on me really an accident or did you do it intentionally to get to talk to me?” He teased, instantly lifting your mood.

“I wish it was on purpose, but it honestly wasn’t.” You giggled softly. It would have been a smart move, but it was honestly an accident.

As Daveed waved at a waiter to pay for the food and coffee the two of you had finished a while ago, he chuckled lightly at your response. “You could have fooled me.” He winked. You immediately felt a blush creep up your neck and heat up your cheeks.

“Maybe next time it won’t be an accident, D. It did gain your attention after all. Or was it my dashing looks?” You sassed him. You too could play that game.

You were about to protest when Daveed handed the waiter his credit card and he held his hand up to cut you off. “I’m buying, my treat. You can pay next time.” He said.

You knew you were not going to win this one, so you simply nodded with a soft sigh. “If there’s going to be a next time.” You teased.

“Oh, there definitely is.” He said. The two of you got up once the waiter had returned to your table with Daveed’s credit card.

The two of you left the restaurant together and once outside, you finally turned to him to answer. “What makes you so sure that I want to see you again, Diggs?” You challenged with an arched eyebrow. You definitely did, though. And as soon as possible.

“Because you think I’m hot.” He winked at you, which made your mouth fall open slightly.

“Fuck you, Daveed.” Your blurted as a blush spread across your cheeks. He was not wrong, though. You definitely thought he was hot and he had a great personality too, which made it even worse. You knew that your family would in no way approve of any form of relationship with a person of colour, let alone a rapper who wrote a song about how much he hates Donald Trump. Also, you thought that Daveed could do a lot better than someone like you and it honestly scared and confused you a bit, that he wanted to see you again.

“Gladly. Though, for tonight I just want to say thank you.” He grinned, which made you laugh.

“Goodnight, D. Tonight was great.” You smiled, as you tiptoed to place a light kiss against his cheek, his stubble tickling your chin lightly. You then flagged down a cab and waved goodbye. It had been an absolutely amazing evening and you were honestly really looking forward to seeing him again.

ssho25  asked:

Sometimes I get confused during your streams. Cause you refer to yourself as pussycat, but you also call your irl cat pussycat and sometimes it takes me a moment to realize you're talking to your cat and not about yourself. Especially when your cat starts knocking stuff over. XD

Ahaha oh dear. I mean…I don’t think I’ve ever referred to myself as ‘Pussycat’ out loud/in third person. Or at least I hope not. That would be super weird. But I can be particularly clumsy so assuming that it’s me that’s knocking stuff over is probably a fair shout. I should put a disclaimer somewhere in my channel description about this so people don’t think I’m actually crazy lmao

Pussycat actually used to be a nickname of mine at university. I was known to some only as Catface (don’t ask…), so Pussycat was like…a nickname for a nickname?

details about my first/second meeting with Mr. P: as requested, here are the details about my first two meetings with the very generous diamond SD that we’ll call Mr. P. xo

date one: i had messaged and favorited Mr. P. on SA long before we had actually made contact and met up (like all other girls on SA, i set the search filter to ‘diamond’ and messaged them all, hardly expecting anyone to respond), to my surprise however, i got a response back from Mr. P. after he responded, we exchanged numbers and Mr. P. invited me to meet him for tea, unfortunately, i couldn’t make it and it was only two weeks after, that we met up…completely by chance! i was in Manhattan already for a POT date (nothing to warrant making a post about, just a splenda thinking he’s a sugar) and with my phone on four percent, i received a text from Mr. P. asking if I was in town and if i could meet up. thirty minutes later, i was standing in the lobby of the Gramercy Park Hotel, waiting for him to arrive. to be honest, i was a little skeptical of the nature of his text, it seemed a little like a booty call (which was really strange since we hadn’t met previously and i don’t do pay per play) but when he arrived, he directed me towards the Rose Bar Lounge situated in the hotel and i calmed down after we sat down. the lounge was absolutely stunning, it was exclusive (it’s described as ‘a low key escape for A listers looking for a quiet cocktail’ and closes it’s doors at around 9pm, so you have to know one of the managers to get inside) and was covered in 11 million dollars worth of art (Andy Warhol, among a few other artists), furniture, and decorations, so for me to be there was an experience on it’s own. Mr. P. then proceeded to get drinks for us both, he bought four drinks, two of which were for me (sparkling rosé champagne and non sparkling). we talked for three hours and i had an absolutely lovely time. Mr. P. was great company (i loved listening to him, because what he was saying was actually interesting and because of his british accent), although way too touchy feely for a first date, and at the end of our date he gave me 300$ cash for my travel expenses.

date two: after our initial first meet, it took two weeks for us to work out our schedules so that the timing would work for the both of us. yesterday (11/3/16), Mr. P. texted me, letting me know he had canceled a three week long trip and would love to take me to dinner. i agreed and we set to meet at 6pm at Il Mulino. i was definitely excited to see Mr. P. again, but unfortunately I wore my best dinner dress when meeting him the first time so I didn’t have anything that was four star restaurant appropriate; because of this, i decided i would pop into H&M, grab a twenty dollar dress, and then dash to the restaurant…although, it didn’t quite work out that way. i made it into H&M, but as everyone may know, it’s impossible to just spend fifteen minutes at that store. i ended up grabbing four different dresses and trying them on, a task that took far longer than fifteen minutes. i really wanted this nude floor length strappy dress with a side slit (and it looked amazing on me) but i thought it was a little much for a dinner, so i settled on a bodycon black long-sleeve lace dress with heels and a dark red lip. unfortunately, my little shopping detour cost me the time i had bargained for travel so i ended up being slightly late. i definitely think it was worth it though, judging from the look on his face when he saw me. Mr. P. took my lateness very well and was very kind about it all, something that i’m very grateful for, and then we proceeded on to dinner, a four-course dinner that he had picked (sans-desert, i picked that). the food was absolutely amazing (first course: mango/beet/onion salad, breaded shrip, and some sort of beef goulash. second course: cheese raviolli and gnocchi with a three meat sauce. third course: halibut with mushrooms and truffle french fries. fourth course: chocolate cake with expresso to drink) and Mr. P. was (as always) lovely company. i noticed that he does love to stroke my arm and hold my hand, but that is to be expected. after paying the 204$ check, Mr. P. kindly invited me up to his apartment, which i actually declined. thinking back, i feel as though i should have gone up with him (due to the type of dinner we had and how much cash he gave me for travel) but i didn’t feel comfortable having sex with him quite yet, so i went with my gut and declined. after this, Mr. P. gave me 400$ for travel and put me in an Uber until Grand Central. we then kissed goobye and after i got home, i got this lovely text from him: ‘Thanks again for joining me for dinner. You looked stunning and you’re absolutely delightful company. I hope we get the chance to see each other again soon. x’

over all: I definitely plan on seeing Mr. P again soon! he’s kind, polite, not demanding, understanding, and essentially perfect for me. feel free to share your opinions, dolly xoxo.

Hey all!

I know this is a shot in the dark, but I was wondering if anyone had any RWBY fic recommendations? It’s kind of overwhelming trying to sort through them all to find a good one.

I’m a fan of most of the RWBY characters, but in particular Qrow, team RWBY, and team SSSN. I’d prefer something that doesn’t directly contradict canon, but AUs and storyline divergences are also good. Not really a huge fan of really ship-focused stories, but I also don’t have any ships that I dislike.

If anyone sees this and decides to respond, thanks in advance!

Why You Really Must Get Behind Hillary, Now

Can we have a word? I continue to hear from many of you who say you won’t vote for Hillary Clinton because, you claim, (1) she’s no better than Donald Trump, or (2) even if she’s better, she’s still corrupt, and you refuse to vote for the “lesser of two evils,” or (3) you don’t want to reward the Democratic Party for corrupt primaries that gave the nomination to Hillary instead of Bernie Sanders.

Please allow me to respond.

(1) Anyone who equates Donald Trump with Hillary Clinton hasn’t been paying attention. Trump is a dangerous, bigoted, narcissistic megalomaniac with fascist tendencies who could wreak huge damage on America and the world. Hillary isn’t perfect but she’s able and experienced. There is simply no comparison.

(2) Even if you see Hillary Clinton as the “lesser of two evils,” the greater of two evils in this case (if you see the choice in these terms) is seriously evil. You’ve probably had occasion in the past to vote for someone who doesn’t meet your ideals, when the alternative is someone who falls much further from those ideals. This doesn’t mean you’ve sold out or compromised your principles. You’ve just been realistic and practical. Realism and practicality are critically important now.

(3) I understand your frustration with the Democratic Party, and your reluctance to “reward” it for its bias against Bernie in the primaries. But anything you do that increases the odds of a Trump presidency isn’t just penalizing the Democratic Party; it’s jeopardizing our future and that of our children and their children. All of us must continue to work hard for a political system responsive to the needs of ordinary Americans. The movement Bernie energized must not and will not end. But Donald Trump, were he to become president, would set back the cause for decades.

There are just over 7 weeks until Election Day. My request to those of you who still don’t want to vote for Hillary Clinton: Please reconsider. It is no exaggeration to say the fate of the nation and the world are at stake.

Who’s got time to exercise?

Jack-Jack stared at the poster announcing the new rules requiring students to sign up for one of the following sports. He knew that if he was going to get his internship he’d need to build up some muscle, but sports was always Dash’s thing, wasn’t it? He definitely had no love of it, and no time anyway.

“Ugh. We have to choose a sport? Who’s got time for exercise?” He groaned to the person next to him, not really paying attention to who it was.

Which is the most annoying: acting like the Beatles are the most important band in the history of music, performatively hating the Beatles because that zeitgeist, or responding to anyone who says anything negative abt the Beatles by out of hand rejecting their distaste or criticism as simply trying to be edgy

Okay, ever since ‘Hearts Still Beating’ aired, I’ve needed to say a thing about Carol’s face in this .gif:

[.gif by @baskervielle]

This is her face immediately after she asks Morgan to say that she’s “gone” if he happens to run into anyone they know. He responds, “Never meant for you to see me” before walking out, firmly shutting the door behind him.

For this entire season and by entire season I obviously mean the three minutes Carol’s been onscreen, Morgan and Carol’s relationship has been played either for grudging laughter or for pathos, but it’s clear as he walks out the door that Morgan’s genuinely irritated with her, and with good reason (imho). He brought her supplies and was walking quietly away, no hesitation. She called him back entirely of her own free will, and now she’s fussing at him to stay away and help her keep other people away to boot.

He’s had enough, so he throws the “Never meant for you to see me line” over his shoulder and makes his exit.

So what I absolutely adore (although as usual, I adore it while it simultaneously kills me slowly from the inside) is the fact that – for the first time in ages – we see Carol without a snappy comeback. There’s nothing on her face in the above .gif but the knowledge that she just got told. She’s got no snark, no sass, no simmering anger, no perfect retort that puts the person to whom she’s speaking in their place.

Contrast this conversation with every single conversation she’s had with Rick in the last season and a half, and you’ll see what I mean. (A particularly useful example is this conversation in ‘Not Tomorrow Yet.’)  Her face with Rick is always guarded, defiant (I love how she tilts her jaw at Rick and he immediately folds – it’s delightful), determined, and uncompromising.

Her face here is none of those things. Melissa does so much with every split second of her screentime that you can watch Carol process the truth bomb Morgan just dropped. It’s almost as if there’s a moment when she wants to fight him, and then you can just see her deflate as she realizes that he’s 100% right.

Because I don’t speculate, I have no idea where this is headed. But I want to believe that what’s happening on Carol’s face in this .gif shows some kind of movement toward healing for her, toward integrating her paradoxical desires to pull people close and to shove them away. For the first time since she left Alexandria, she appears truly conflicted about her choices, and her face here seems to register the reality (and the finality) of where those choices have ultimately taken her.

Omg, I can’t wait for 7x10, because it seems super likely that the person who makes her most vulnerable is going to show up when she’s already at her most vulnerable, and I need it like air.