wonder if it's here they are all days

diana tells bruce her entire sad backstory one day and bruce just. fucking builds a goddamn time machine, sends himself back so that he’s sitting in the airplane with steve, leaves a grenade in the plane so steve doesn’t have to shoot the bombs, and drags steve back to the 21st century and gives him to diana like “i know you said we were friends but i just wanted to be absolutely sure so here you go.” steve is screaming the entire time. its great. i cry. the end.

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February 9, 1981

Happy 36th Birthday precious snowflake !

Do you ever wonder if bread itself has the option to emerge from the toaster either golden and perfect or burnt and crusty? Like, maybe when it’s lowered into the heated slots it uses that time to just reflect on its life, look back on all the steps that led it here. Bread surely has dark days like we do—getting sliced, discarded, staled, ignored by the anti-gluten sect. That would be enough to darken anyones spirit. Maybe when the toast pops up burnt and crispy, it’s just really, really…sad. Maybe it doesn’t want you to fix it. Maybe it doesn’t want you to scrape off the charred outer crumbs of disappointment with the old butter knife of regret. Maybe, just maybe, if it had wanted to come out golden brown, it would have.

Hi, Merle. Got a minute?

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Mchanzo week Day 5 - Traditional/Unorthodox

<- Day 4 | Day 6 coming soon

No one can resist a bomb ass chicken nugget from McDonalds

I took this prompt verrrrrry loosely, but I’d think that Hanzo was never allowed to go near fast food, so his move to America was full of complaints to Mccree’s food choice until he discovered the wonders of msg’s

Now you can catch Hanzo tearing into a crunch wrap at 2am

The Time of Our Lives (Steven Moffat’s final DWM Column)

You know something I don’t know. You know who the next Doctor is. At least, I think that will be out by the time you read this. Old Chibs (as he must always now be known) is playing his cards close to his chest, and won’t tell me a thing. I attempted to give him some sage advice on the subject of secrecy, but he gave me a look, as if to say, “Seriously, have you checked your own record on this??” and had me removed by security. Again. But it’s comfy here, in my skip in the Roath Lock car park, and Russell is good company. When we’re both not crying, that is.

Actually, I’m not comfy at all. I’ve got everything crossed. Can Old Chibs pull it off? Can we actually have a new Doctor that’s a proper surprise, the way it’s supposed to be? I do hope so! But you know all that by now, out there, in the glorious new dawn.

And the fact is, I have no more news for you. Barely any secrets to keep. One more Special on Christmas Day, and I’ll be gone before the end credits. A brand-new team will go blazing into action, and in the far future, vast new Andrew Pixley Archives will form in the void.

But frankly, even I don’t care about me - this is all about Peter Capaldi. I saw him at the end, you know. The very last shot you see of him as the Doctor is in fact (brilliant scheduling by amazing producer, Pete Bennett) the very last thing Peter did on the show. Just as popping out the TARDIS and confusing Strax was the very first thing he did in Deep Breath, all those centuries ago. Since then he’s faced down a Mummy on the Orient Express, talked down a Zygon war using a couple of empty boxes, punched a wall for four and a half billion years, misunderstood the romantic intent of a puddle, decked a racist, insulted Santa, had a 24-year date in a restaurant, and played gooseberry when Missy met herself. He’s been gentle and fierce and rude and kind, and now with a wave of his hand and a flap of his cuff, he’s striding into the sunset to give it a piece of his mind. Be there for him on Christmas Day - Scotland’s finest in his final hour. He’ll break your heart and save your galaxy, all over again.

It was funny, that last day. I was in the studio for most of it, which is the first time I’ve ever managed that on Doctor Who. Normally, there’s so much else to do - new season to plan, new scripts to write, new stars to find. But now, with my time on the show winding down, with desks falling empty, and computers falling silent, and endless rounds of goodbye drinks, there’s nowhere else for me to be.

Brian Minchin is here today. And we sit and laugh and chat, and marvel at Peter’s extraordinary final performance. Every take is different and beautiful in a new way, and how the hell are we supposed to choose just one? It’s not goodbye to Brian, I’m delighted to say - he’s joining me and Sue at Hartswood Films, and we have dark and mighty plans.
Rachel Talalay, our finale specialist, is directing. She’s come back to see number 12 off into the shades but I very much hope she’ll be directing more Doctor Whos in the future. She keeps hinting that she won’t, though.

“You’re already directing the new one - you’re doing the regeneration!”
“Yes, but apart from that.”
“You probably know who the new Doctor is, and everything!”
“No, I don’t”
“You had a secret dinner with Matt Strevens and Old Chibs!”
“It wasn’t secret!”
“Well, I didn’t know about it.”
“No-one thought to tell you, it was just for people who are… you know…”
“What?”
“Involved.”

I was alright after a bit, and the nurse with the oxygen was very nice.

“Who’s the new Doctor?” I demanded to know from my stretcher, mostly in hand signals.
“I don’t know,” lied Rachel, probably.
“Just the initials.”
“I don’t know.”
“Will you tell me if I cry?”
“You’re already crying.”
“… Would you like ten pounds?”

There’s another goodbye coming up - and frankly it’s right here. My old friend, the wise and kind King of Numbers himself, Tom Spilsbury, is leaving this magazine. It’s funny, we’ve done almost everything in parallel in Doctor Who. He was assistant editor on the mag, while I was an occasional writer for Russell’s era. He became editor only shortly before I became showrunner. And now, at the end, we’re tumbling out the door together. We’ve tumbled out of quite a few doors together, but I’m damned if I’m telling you which pubs. Once a month, for so many years, Tom would remind me that this column was due. No, that’s a lie. He’d remind me several times a month. Towards the end, in a very high voice, with crying. Well, no more! These days are over. Tom’s entirely brilliant era of DWM is drawing to a close with every word you read, my time on Doctor Who is vanishing like breath on a mirror, and this column too is about to pop out of existence.

It’s funny how things you take for granted just disappear, isn’t it? That school you went to every day and then never go back to, that friend you part from laughing and never see again, all those doors that click behind you without you knowing they’re closing forever. I first wrote Doctor Who in 2004, and I very much hoped I’d get to write it again. Then I wrote more, and then so much more, until I thought it might go on forever. I remember at some awards dinner, telling Brian I loved my job so much I couldn’t imagine ever stopping. In other more melancholy moments I knew that everything ends and wondered what the very last words I’d ever write about Doctor Who would be. Well, the time has come, and here they are.

All my love, good luck and goodbye.

Can’t Sleep Without You

a/n: Not requested, but something that just popped into my head. A lot of stress and not enough sleep makes me want Shawn in my life so much. 

Masterlist

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It has been a few weeks since your last solid night’s sleep. You honestly are not really sure what has been going on with you or why you haven’t been able to sleep well. You’ve spent so many nights tossing and turning in bed, unable to get a peaceful rest, but then the morning comes and you practically feel like a zombie. These last four days have been the worst, and it doesn’t help that you’re in the middle of midterms so you have a lot of exams and presentations. For some reason, no matter how tired you are, you just can’t sleep well when night comes. It could be due to stress, since these last few weeks have been uncharacteristically stressful, or because you’re missing your boyfriend who you haven’t seen in a month, and you’re just tired of having to sleep without him every night. 

The one good thing that has come out of the fact that you haven’t been sleeping more than a few hours a night for the past four days is that you’ve been awake to text your boyfriend whenever he has a free minute. He’s off traveling in Europe for work so the time difference is pretty big considering you’re in LA. Normally this would mean you barely get to talk to him much, since you’re both so busy. However, every night this week, Shawn’s texted you at about three in the morning LA time because that is when he’s been free, and you’ve been able to respond because you’ve been awake. He, of course, questions why you’re awake in the middle of the night, but you’re unable to offer him much of an explanation because you’re never quite sure yourself, considering you’re so exhausted, but yet sleep won’t come.

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I’ve Got You

IT’S WHUMP WEEK! Hope you’re all as excited for this as I am. I’m going to try and throw some (k)lance whump at you every day!

Day One- Fever


Lance glared up at the ceiling with narrowed eyes, as if its very presence offended him. “Why do we even make plans?” he wondered aloud. “They always go south, anyways.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “If we just stormed into Galra bases with no idea what we were doing, then we’d be caught pretty easily.”

Lance eyed him, unimpressed. His skin looked unusually pale in the dim, purple light. “Kinda like how we are now?”

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Season 6B:
  • Killian: *angst*
  • Emma, who is usually angsting, or definitely too scared to take big steps in her relationship: oh
  • Emma: let me go canoeing
  • Emma: omfg I love my kid
  • Emma: dumb kid forgot the life jackets
  • Emma: who needs lifejackets?
  • Emma: if Killian finds out we had Poptarts AND didn't wear life jackets he'd kill us omg
  • Emma: Better go home to get the life jackets
  • Killian: *is angsting*
  • Emma: KILLIAN MY FAVE ILY
  • Emma: YOU'RE SO CUTE, DON'T EAT MY WHOLE FACE LOL
  • Emma: wait, what are you hiding? Did you buy a puppy? Cause I've been thinking, a puppy would maybe be something I-
  • Emma: wait
  • Emma: don't be sad, I love you and we're alive and there is no angst in our lives bae
  • Killian: *gallons of angst*
  • Emma: see you later, alligator! <3
  • *several hours later*
  • Killian: *angsting outside the house*
  • Emma, flying down the steps: KILLIAN
  • Emma: I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU FOR 4 HOURS I MISSED YOU
  • Emma: I'm making melty yummy popcorn COME INSIDE
  • Emma: did I mention I LOVE you!!!!! and we have pOPCORN!!
  • Killian: *angst*
  • *the next day*
  • Killian: *wakes up at the crack of dawn to get an early start on angsting*
  • Emma: *wakes up*
  • Emma: I'm all alone :O
  • Emma: *gasp* Killian's so cute he's probably getting the puppy today
  • Emma: I miss him
  • Emma: look at his cute little sea chest
  • Emma: I wonder if it's locked
  • Emma: IT'S NOT LOCKED!?
  • Emma: what's even in here? He's never...wait, what? omg. OMG. OMFG.
  • Emma: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Emma: I can't look at it. I can't. I can't.
  • Emma, an hour later: *spinning around her room with her ring on*
  • Emma: MRS EMMA SWAN
  • Emma: MRS EMMA JONES?
  • Emma: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Emma: when is he gonna be HOME
  • Killian: *getting drunk, drowning in angst*
  • *way too many hours later, the door opens*
  • Killian: Emma? You home-
  • Emma: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
  • Emma: *flies down the stairs at 99mph*
  • Emma: MY FAVOURITE PERSON AND FUTURE HUSBAND HAS ARRIVEDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
  • Emma: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I WILL KISS YOUR FACE AND YOUR SCRUFF WHEN WERE YOU GUNNA GIVE ME THIS RING I'VE BEEN WEARING FOR THE PAST 12 HOURS WHILE YOU WERE TRYING TO PICK OUT THE RIGHT PUPPY???
  • Emma: dearly beloved, we are gathered here today
  • Emma: so that I can finally marry the most wonderful person in the entIRE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Killian: .....*angst*
8tracks.com
It's 5:00 AM and my Thoughts are too Loud to Sleep

Take a deep breath. It will all be ok.

I made this playlist for all you wonderful people that struggle with life every single day. 

Tracklist
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Flatsound - You Said Okay 

Dandelion Hands - Invisible

 Hotel Books - I always thought I would be okay

 Real Friends - I’ve Given Up On You 

Twenty One Pilots - Kitchen Sink

 Listener - Wooden Heart 

Front Porch Step - Drown 

Bon Iver - Skinny Love 

Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here 

Flatsound - I exist I exist I exist 

 Brand New - Jesus Christ 

The Front Bottoms - Twin Size Matress

Twenty One Pilots - Addict With A Pen

Dandelion Hands - How To Never Stop Being Sad 

Citizen- Sleep 

Brand New - Good To Know that if I ever needed attention all I have to do is die

TSSF - Navy Blue 

Old Gray - Wolves 

Modern Baseball - How do I tell a girl I want to kiss her? 

Twenty One Pilots - Goner 

Coffee Shops and Scars

Request: “hello there! your works are absolutely amazing and I enjoy reading them so much~ keep doing what you do!!! I would love to request a soulmate au where both newt and reader can feel and witness each other’s pain and even fresh wounds on their own body!! (eg. if newt gets a paper cut, so does the reader at the same time) welcome to the angst train _(:3/”

Word Count: 3,434

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Warning: Mentions of blood

Requested by @ah-excuse-me but also tagging @caseoffics and @red-roses-and-stories


Your friend holds a bowl of popcorn out to you when it happens.

You curse and grab your arm, curling up and grimacing.

“Again?” Is all Maria says, placing the bowl back in her lap and taking a handful of popcorn.

You groan. “I’m going to kill this idiot when I meet him.”

She laughs. “You’re going to kill your soulmate?”

“Yes.” You grumble.

“Well, how bad is it this time?” She crunches the popcorn in her mouth as the two of you ignore the record droning on in the background.

You remove your hand from your bicep. A red patch of skin grows under where your hand was clutched, bubbling up in the center. You hiss at the sight.

“Oh, that’s disgusting. Do you have your medkit?”

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut. “How the hell did he get a burn there?” You mumble, reaching to your hip and unlatching the medkit you carry with you. It holds everything from tiny bandages to a tourniquet. The tourniquet was a joke gift from another friend when they’d noticed all the scars covering your body, but you’re not so sure you won’t need it someday.

“Leaned against an open oven?”

“With their upper arm?”

She shrugs, tossing more popcorn into her mouth. “Possible.”

“Whatever.” You dig around in the bag and find the bottle of burn cream. You’d bought it six months before and used half of it already.

Maria looks back to the record player, watching the disk spin. “You’re missing the best part of the song.”

“I’m sorry, I’m a little busy.” You spit. You’d been having a perfectly good night before your soulmate had to go and do something stupid.

You finish applying the burn cream when a deep cut suddenly rips opens on your left forearm. A trail of blood rushes out of it, dripping onto your blanket before you can grab anything.

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He shouldn’t have gone to the party.

He’s standing against the wall, Solo cup in hand, and watching everyone else have fun. A headache tightens its grip at his temples.

“Dex!”

He wonders if he can pretend not to hear, if he can slink away.

“Sexy Dexy!”

“Motherfuck,” Dex tells his beer. The beer does not offer any words of comfort or wisdom.

“I haven’t seen you all day!”

Dex shrugs. “You saw me this morning.”

“I did?”

“Maybe you weren’t awake yet.” Dex tripped over Nursey’s satchel on his way out the door. He thought he heard his apology and replied to it. Evidently not. Dex drinks more beer.

“Probs not.” Nursey leans his shoulder against the wall, tries to smirk. “So, you come here often?”

“I live here.”

“Should have known you were the wrong person to try that line on. It’d be like trying the 50% off pants line on you.”

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Today we are going to look at an amusing historical fact: The time that beloved poets Oscar Wilde and Walt Whitman met, got drunk, and slept together.

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natalie-j-cross  asked:

Just wondering, how do you manage to stay motivated? I always struggle to do so. Thanks!

Honestly speaking, I really struggled with staying motivated in my final two years at uni. Basically, this gif was an accurate representation of how I felt up until graduation: 

[assuming that I got out of bed at all. tbh. you can track some of it here.] 

Here’s a few things that helped me stay somewhat motivated aka: 

“mate, teach me how to give a shit about my studies”

1. Start small. 

Sometimes, its just a matter of momentum. Start with a small task for the day. Something that can be completed in 10-20 minutes. Knock off the easiest things on your list of things to do. That way, even if your arvo falls into an endless pit of procrastination, you’

2. Target your study method.

I think one of the strongest demotivators was studying for long hours and then failing to get the results I wanted. On my lowest days my thought process would be something along the lines of, “what’s the point of studying this - heck, I’ll just do as poorly as last time.” 

The only way to get over that was to target my study for the examination at hand. I saved a lot of time whilst achieving decent grades. Two birds, one stone.  

3. Shake things up 

Study the same shit but in a different way. Whether that be writing notecards, finding videos online, group study, drawing up some mindmaps, screaming it at the mirror. 

4. Look for inspirational shit 

Whether it be something related to your field of study or not. It might be as simple as going on a youtube spiral on an aspect of your field of study, or finding an aspirational figure. 

If you’re the type that responds to motivational quotes - great! Print out great A3 sizes of motivational quotes and plaster them all over your study space. 

Personally, I respond better to the the dry humour sarcastic motivation. In that respect, #reallawblr and @lawschoolruinedme were very much my sources of inspiration. 

TL;DR find what inspires you. 

5. Fuck it all 

Look, sometimes you need a break from studying in order to get back into studying. Kinda like those long term old-couple relationships you see in tv soap operas where the biggest plot point of the season is “oh, I’m so bored of my long term partner, how will I ever keep this relationship alive!” (bad analogy, but i feel like this is a good time to admit that I’m running on 2 hours sleep here).  

Remind yourself of who you are outside of your school/university life. You are much much more than the sum of your academic achievements.

….to be frank, I found that I needed to take a small break from studying in order to be motivated ‘to’ study. That includes pursuing interests outside my academic life - catching up with friends, tv shows, heck even doing physical exercise.

Heck, you might even find a new hobby! I got into hockey due to a procrastination spiral. 4 months on and I’m a frickin’ hockey nerd. And i live in Australia, where there’s hardly any ice/snow to speak of. 

And that may mean stop trying so hard to find motivation. Because that may be exhausting. While I know many people turn to studyblr as a source of motivation, I’ll admit there was a long period where I just had to avoid studyblr. Because it was draining to come home to posts about pens/study/stationery/TIPSFORA4.0GPA or whatever. After a 10 hour stint of study, the last thing I wanted to do was to spend my free time talking about studying lmfao. 

My ramblings aside, here’s a list of ‘targeted’ tips that may help with those motivation levels!! 

All the best hun! 

Married Bliss RP Starters

“Honey, I packed you a lunch.”

“Sweetheart you tried to pack  me a sandwich with gummy bears I think it’s time for a break.”

“You look like you haven’t slept in days. Let me watch the kids. You need some rest.”

“Can you please watch them I need a good cry and a nap.”

“You have been on diaper duty since the babies been born let me get it this time.”

“Can you please change their diaper I’m trying to make dinner.”

“I’m sorry…I burnt dinner…”

“Wow…that looks wonderful… No! Hey don’t cry! Please, it looks wonderful! See I’m eating it right now.”

“Honey our little angel just flushed his/her toy down the toilet!”

“My ring! My ring is missing!”

“Honey, where is your wedding ring?”

“Oh no! My ring fell down the drain!”

“Oh…it’s everywhere…I didn’t realize babies…went so much…”

“It’s just a diaper…wait you don’t look so well…”

“I can’t change their diaper without you getting sick It’s a little frustrating.”

“I’m going to be late for dinner.”

“I made us our first dinner in our new place. I hope you like it.”

“Wow it looks wonderful. I didn’t know I was with a seasoned chef.”

“Do I look fat?”

“Honey you’re pregnant that’s all baby. You look beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful no matter what size you are please remember that.”

“I’m so lucky to be married to someone so beautiful.”

“Come to bed, It’s getting late.”

“Why are you cooking? It’s three in the morning.”

“We’re going to make beautiful kids.”

“I can’t wait to see their little face. I’m really excited to see them.”

“It’s your turn to feed him/her.”

“I’ve got it, go back to sleep.”

“Wake up, the baby needs you.”

“Mmm she/he has that fresh baby smell.”

“I know you’re working but you forgot your lunch.”

“I thought I’d stop by so we could have lunch together.”

“They drew all over the walls…we just painted them too…”

“I thought we’d visit you on your break.”

“Let’s go to the park together. It will be good for all of us to get some fresh air.”

“Every day is a blessing with you.”

“Who thought it was a good idea to get them such a noisy toy.”

“I have watched the same kids show all day for a week straight I’m going to snap.”

“Do babies really like this stuff?”

“Wait don’t drink that! That’s for the baby.”

“I think we should get another cat/dog.”

“I love you, but we have too many animals. Please don’t bring anymore home.”

“Did your coat just meow/bark?”

“Surprise! I got us a cat/dog!”

“Please don’t be mad…I couldn’t resist its little face.”

“You’re going to be a father.”

“He/She is kicking!”

“What if we’re not good parents?”

“You’re going to be a wonderful mother/father.”

“Don’t worry about it you’re pregnant. It’s okay to be emotional.”

“I got everything on the list. Are you really craving pickles and peanut butter? Our baby is weird.”

“We are not naming our baby (insert ridiculous name here) end of discussion.”

“Can you take the trash out, please.”

“I’ll make dinner tonight.”

“How was work?”

“I missed you like crazy. I wish I didn’t have to work all day.”

“Will you please stop making that face. It’s making the baby cry.”

“No you can’t steal their dog/cat!”

“It’s okay sometimes these things take time. We’ll just keep trying until something happens.”

“I made you some soup. I hope you get to feeling better soon.”

“Honey, you’re burning up.”

“I think the baby is sick.”

“You worry too much. It’s just a scratch.”

“Please don’t ever leave me. I almost burned the house down trying to cook dinner.”

“He/She has your eyes.”

“He/She is so beautiful. I can’t believe he’s/she’s finally here.
“I’m so afraid i’m going to drop him/her.”

“He/She is so tiny. I can’t believe how small he/she is.”

“He/She has a tight grip.”

“Don’t ask…you don’t want to know.”

“Honey, why is our child running around naked?”

“How much sugar did you give him/her?”

“Are you sure you’re okay being alone with the them?”

“I’ll be right back, I promise.”

“Don’t give the kids sugar while i’m gone.”

“I swear sometimes I have two children instead of one.”

“Your hormones are just a little crazy. You cried today because you saw a cat on the tv.”

“I know it’s three in the morning but could you please get me some chocolate milk. Oh and some chocolate chip cookies, please.”

“I love you but your cravings are killing me.”

“I’ll rub your feet. I know they’re getting swollen from the pregnancy.”

“We should look into adopting.”

“It’s okay, we can always adopt.”

“Our adoption papers got accepted! We’re going to be parents!”

“We get to bring her/him home tomorrow i’m so excited.” 

“What if they don’t accept us? What if we can’t adopt?”

“We’re going to be amazing parents. I know they’ll see that. Please don’t worry. I know the adoption papers will go through.”

“Have you heard anything yet about the adoption papers? Have we been approved?”

“The kids drew all over my work papers….I hope they’ll accept stick figure drawings.”

“Honey, you put the babies clothes on backwards.”

Happy Valentine! (。´∀`)ノ ❤

aries:
don’t let anyone burn out the fire thats inside of you. you have what it takes to push past everything that stands in your way, and you will because you have this rage inside of you, this magnificent light that burns from the inside and out. don’t loose your fire, or i’m afraid you would loose yourself.

taurus:
even though you hide yourself from the rest of the world you have flowers growing throughout your soul, even in the darkest parts of you. You are nature and the dirt it needs, you are grounded and strong like the trees in the forest around you. you have a fight inside of you, you just have to learn how to stand up and move on.

gemini:
you are life, you are the wind and the freedom it leaves behind. you are the sun that radiates light on summer days, and the rain that falls into puddles in the spring. you are everything in between, and all of it at the same time. a walking contradiction, but you will win the battle within you. for you are a fighter filled with inner strength, for you are the light and dark.

cancer:
you are strong, stronger than you let on. don’t let all the tears that you drown in tell you otherwise. you are the moon and secrets kept behind walls you built up on your own, hoping to stay in them without someone knocking them down. break them down, break free. just because the walls are breaking doesn’t mean your heart will too.

leo:
you have so much confidence built up inside of you, you are the sun and all of its light. you are the laughter in the children on sunny days, and the wildflowers growing in fields of yellow. you are also the blackest parts of the ocean, containing your emotions that form into bursts of angered rages. you can’t live like this, hurting yourself and others? don’t demand people of things just because you’re keeping parts of yourself hidden.

virgo:
you are dangerously beautiful, you are the freckles that my grandmother called angel kisses. you are as pale as snow, and your heart is cold like it to. but you know its not true, you just have to learn how to love yourself. your flaws will always be visible, but they make up who you are and I could connect constellations from your beauty spots, and scars and you would become the universe. simply breathtaking.

libra:
you are filled with laughter, you are the smiles in the melancholy people with horrible pasts, but heres something that you need to learn, how to make yourself smile and actually feel it deep inside. you have this remarkable persona that makes everyone stop and stare, and you’re too blind to see how wonderful you are. you’re too blind to see that people care for you. you’re the daylight, and the start of a new day. you are the sunset and the beginning of a new tomorrow.

scorpio:
you are a thousand pieces of different parts of the world, you are the world. all of its beauty, and all of its secrets combined into one. you are as fiery as the deepest parts in a volcano, and the saddest parts at the bottom of a vodka bottle. you are no where in between, you’re either cold as your heart is black or passionate as your heart is when you finally meet someone who opens up your soul and when that happens you will be nothing but light.

sagittarius:
you are a restless soul, breaking hearts including your own. your fears wont always be visible, because you’re a fighter who got through them already. if you can do it once you can do it again. don’t let the cruelty of human nature destroy your inner self, you can be you with out making reckless decisions. you can be you without being someone else.

capricorn:
you have firm grip on your life, no one can break that away. you know who you are, and you know what you want. you can create tears in other peoples eyes, just as fast as you can close off yourself from the world. don’t. you need your inner self to radiate through, for you can show people fun, and steadiness and patience and determination out of this world. you are a strong human being, you will find your light or maybe you just haven’t realized that you already have.

aquarius:
you are all the constellations, and all the seasons. The stars shine through you, and you move like water with each change in the world. You are the life within spring, and the fire in summer, the colors of fall and the death in winter. You are the revolution within yourself, no one in the world is like you. You are your own person. you have your own feelings, and your own mindset. but it’s never okay to keep them concealed inside. let them shine through like the galaxies within you.

pisces:
you are eloquence and beauty, and your creative colors flow from you. Everyone can see your colors, your vividness. you are a piece of art the world has created, all of your happiness and all of your sadness make you who you are. Stop changing yourself, you already know who you are.

—  zodiac poems, april 12th

Hello! We’re excited to host the second Kunikidazai Week taking place July 9th-15th!

It’s been wonderful to see this ship grow since last year and decided to celebrate the two of them again this summer.

Prompts

Day 1 (July 9th): 

  • Team Up/Partners
  • Panacea (n.) - a solution for all problems

Day 2 (July 10th): 

  • Summer Fireworks
  • Toska (n.) - a Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness. “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause.” - Vladimir Nabokov (See the full quote about ‘toska’ here)

Day 3 (July 11th):

  • Dreams
  • Hygge (n.) - a Danish word used when acknowledging a feeling or moment, whether alone or with friends, at home or out, ordinary or extraordinary as cosy, charming or special.

Day 4 (July 12th):

  • Illness
  • Accismus (n.) - The pretended refusal of something one keenly desires.

Day 5 (July 13th):

  • Alternate Universe (Fairy Tale, Mythology, High School, College, Magical, Coffee Shop, etc.)
  • Boketto (v.) - a Japanese word roughly meaning, to gaze vacantly into the distance, without thinking

Day 6 (July 14th):

  • Sacrifice
  • Ennui (n.) - A feeling of listlessness and dissatisfaction arising from a lack of occupation or excitement.

Day 7 (July 15th):

  • Free Day
  • Beach Trip
  • Kairosclerosis (n.) - The moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.

Rules

1) All submissions must be tagged with #kunikidazai week. Please put this tag within the first five tags so that we can find it easily. If we do not reblog your post, we may have missed it, so let us know.

2) Other characters/pairings are allowed, but Kunikidazai should be the main focus.

3) Any form of media is allowed. However, this must be your own creation (ex. fanart, fanfic, graphics, AMVs, cosplay, etc.). If you are using any art/work from other artist, please have explicit permission to use their work.

4) NSFW content is allowed, but all NSFW fics must be put under a read more and have a short description of the content. Art should be tagged appropriately and have a warning.

5) Be kind, have fun, and respect everyone who is involved!

Laura Hale appreciation??

@cobrilee and i are considering putting together an appreciation week fest-type thing for everybody’s favorite big sister, the wonderful Laura Hale

writing fic, making art or gifsets, headcanons or meta, playlists or fic recs, all that good stuff and what have you!!  maybe the sort of thing with themes for each day, ya know

would anyone be interested in participating if we set that up?

Not Always Easy to Identify

Hey all!!!!!


Sorry I have been so quiet lately, I am trying my best to get more things done to share with you all! 

In the meantime here is a short story I did as a gift for the wonderful and amazingly talented @twindoodle!

This is set in her “Chloe can’t keep her identity a secret” comic universe which if you don’t know I HIGHLY recommend checking it out, its adorable and hillarious! Anyways- enjoy! 


Somehow Nathaniel wasn’t surprised that he was on his way back from the nurse’s office when the akuma attacked.

It seemed to be his fate these days to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

He wondered, not for the first time, why their school hadn’t instituted some sort of akuma evacuation procedure given the frequency with which they seemed to get attacked?

He pressed himself against the lockers, figuring it was easier to simply wait out the panicked hordes of students legitimately afraid of crossing the akumas path, as well as the few more opportunistic ones (lead by Kim) who were simply looking to take advantage of the excuse to get out of class.

He almost got bowled over by a determined looking Marinette, who barreled through the halls shouting something about her responsibilities to her fellow students as class president. She was almost immediately followed by a frantic looking Adrien, muttering something about ‘hoping she wasn’t already on the scene’, and seeming hell bent on chasing after her. Nathaniel wondered if he had finally joined most of the rest of the class in realizing that he had a crush on their pretty, if somewhat scattered, classmate. He begrudgingly had to admit that they would make a cute couple.

His musings were interrupted by Alya running down the halls at full speed, no doubt anxious to get more footage for the ladyblog.

Just as he thought the chaos had died down enough to safely navigate back to the classroom to retrieve his sketchbook, he heard an excited high pitched squeal from only a few feet away.

Oh no.

“Alright! You have totally got this Chloe! Time to show what you are made of!” she said, obviously trying to psych herself up.

Nathaniel closed his eyes, trying to rationalize once again that this wasn’t his problem. He should just walk away. Maybe go work on some sketches in the park while the weather was nice.

“You are a beautiful talented heroine-”

It wasn’t like he would be doing anything wrong.

“-you are going to earn Ladybug’s trust and respect-”

Just one foot in front of the other…

“You are Chloe Bourgeois! You can do this!”

Nathaniel sighed, scrunching his nose in annoyance, knowing that he was fighting a losing argument with himself.

“Alright Pollen, mrrrrrrrrpppphhhh-”

Her words were cut off as Nathaniel clamped a hand over her mouth and began dragging a now irate Chloe down the halls towards a less crowded part of the building.

“What do you think you are doing!” Chloe spat when he finally released her outside of the arts and humanities wing.

“I don’t know, maybe stopping you from messing everything up, again!”

“Messing…? I am a heroine! I fight against the forces of evil, thank you very much! I should be out there with Ladybug, but instead I am stuck here getting manhandled by Vincent Van Goth.”

“Seriously? Goth?” Nathaniel drawled, glancing down at his outfit of jeans, tee shirt and jacket, before meeting her gaze again with a raised eyebrow.

“Fine, E-MOnet. Except unlike him, you don’t make an impression.”

Nathaniel glared at her but had to admit that her pun filled banter was actually sort of clever. Clearly she had been spending some time with Chat Noir.

“I swear, I should just put you on a leash,” Nathaniel muttered, rubbing wearily at his temples.

“Oh my god have you turned evil?” Chloe gasped, taking a step away from him, “are you in league with Hawkmoth again? Is this because you are still mad that you can’t get Marinette to give you the time of day? Because honestly you really should just give it up, she is never gonna look at you as long as she continues to delude herself that she has a shot with Adrikins. And I don’t even think the forces of darkness are gonna change her mind.”

“I am not in league with Hawkmoth,” Nathaniel groaned, “I am trying to help you, god only knows why.”

“Oh. Cool,” Chloe said giving him a genuine smile that made him do a quick double take as his stomach gave an odd sort of lurch.

“Wait,” she said, her smile faltering, “if you are helping me why did you drag me away from the akuma?”

“Chloe,” Nathaniel sighed through clenched teeth, “how many times do I have to tell you that you need to be more careful about your secret identity?”

“I thought that was your job now.”

“Why on earth would it be my job?”

“Because you said you would keep my secret,” Chloe replied her head tilting slightly and her lips pursing into a concerned pout.

“Yes keep it! Not help you keep in from everyone else!”

“Well why not? I mean I am a superhero, you could be my totally awesome assistant. And hey, if you work really hard at it, someday you can be a superhero too!”

“You can make me a superhero?” Nathaniel asked, trying to repress the small thrill he got at the idea of living out his boyhood dream.

“Well no, I just sort of assumed that’s how it would work. I don’t actually know who’s in charge of handing out magical hero jewelry.”

“Oh,” Nathaniel said, hoping he didn’t sound too disappointed.

“Of course it would be hard to find something that wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb in that tomato monstrosity you call your hair. You would need a ring, or something, like Chat. Or maybe a nice brooch. That would work with your whole tortured artist aesthetic.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome!” Chloe grinned oblivious to his sarcasm. “Still, working as my assistant certainly can’t hurt your chances, can it?”

“Chloe?”

“Yes?”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

She gave him an owlish blink.

“The Akuma?”

“Oh right! Pollen-”

“Chloe!”

“What?!”

“Get in the closet!”