wow i wish i had this back in the day

Class Dismissed

 Request:  Can you do a Chris Beck x reader where Chris is teaching new NASA recruits and the reader is one of the students and they are both super attracted to each other and like smuuuttt please

Pairing: Dr. Chris Beck x Reader

Warnings: language, unprotected sex (please use condoms), mentions of hospital stay.

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

Originally posted by my-dragons-fell-out

My first day as a NASA employee, you could say I’m nervous. But also so excited for this new chapter in my life. I was at a horrible time in my life, I was constantly sick for about 3 months, been to doctor to doctor to doctor, and no one seemed able to help me. I had given up hope, and the only person I was relying on more than anything, my boyfriend of 3 years, went ahead and cheated on me. And you know what makes it even worse? It was cliche, he was cheating on me with my best fucking friend, and I found out on the day I found out what was wrong with me. I had just found out I had sepsis, and they caught it just in time. I was hospitalised for 3 weeks while they pumped antibiotics and fluids, while battling depression. Neither him nor her came to see me once in the hospital. Once I got out I had a new lease on life, and so far I’ve never seen either of them again. I enrolled for the NASA recruit program, and I was accepted. I’m here today, about to met my instructor. I’ve met a few of the students, and they’re pretty cool so far.

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Caspian x Reader

April 29, 2017

Word Count: 934

Requested by: @drinix

Warnings: None

Note: This is my first time writing a Narnia imagine, so I hope you like it! Thank you @drinix for being so patient with me! Also, I don’t know how to end things #rip

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Y/N paces the room, the fireplace empty in the warm summer night. Candles were lit around the room, giving her light to walk freely. She runs her hands through her long hair, the curls from the day’s braids falling out between her fingers. Caspian had been in a meeting since lunch, and had even missed dinner. She had had the opportunity to attend the meeting herself, as queen of Narnia, but had opted out because she had other things she had to do, and once the doors to the Court meeting room are closed, they are only opened for emergencies. Since she couldn’t justify ‘missing my husband’ as an emergency, she was getting twitchy and stressed after not having him by her side for even a few hours. They had only been married for a few months, but she already felt separation anxiety. She knew he was in the castle, but she felt as if they had just gone to battle and she didn’t know if he would be coming back or not, even though she was by his side.

After a few more minutes, Y/N gets frustrated with waiting and starts to change out of her dress and into her nightgown. She puts on the long, soft pink dress that Caspian had said was one of his favorites, with the long sleeves that had dark pink ribbons cinching the cuffs around her wrists. When she gets it on and lets her hair completely down, she sits on the chair near the fireplace. Soon impatient, she stands again and starts to pace.

The door opens and Y/N whips around to see Caspian slipping into the room, shutting the door behind him. His hair was hanging in his face, and she knew he was tired and grouchy immediately. She feels frustration grip her chest. She folds her arms and watches as he turns to her.

“Hi, Y/N,” her husband says, his voice wavering. “I’m glad I finally get to see you.”

“Yes,” she says, smiling. Even she could tell it was more of a grimace.

Caspian’s face tightens. “Is something wrong?”

“A little anxious, is all,” Y/N replies, looking away. She fidgets with the cuff of the nightgown. “Lots of… things going on. How was your meeting?”

“Fine,” Caspian says shortly. He turns from her and starts to unlace the top of his deep purple shirt, getting ready to change. This only fuels the bit of anger that Y/N was feeling. She had been waiting all day to see him, and now they were about to get into an argument.

She goes and lays on their bed while he changes into his night clothes. When he turns to get into bed, she sits up and stares at him.

“What?” he asks, one hand holding the bedding and the other his pillow. She keeps staring and he lets his arms relax, still gripping the blankets and pillow. “What do you want to say, Y/N?”

“I don’t want to fight,” she says, and he raises his eyebrows. She hesitates before adding, “But seem to want to.”

“Wh-” Caspian splutters. “I don’t!”

“Then tell me about your meetings,” she urges, patting the mattress beside her, smiling forcefully. She twists so that she was facing him as he throws the covers back and repositions his pillow. “I want to hear about it.”

He sighs, sinking onto the bed. He tucks his shoulder-length hair behind his ears. “It was just politics. The court members wouldn’t stop arguing, and there was a list of things we had to settle before the day ended.”

Y/N’s heart sinks. “That’s all?” Caspian looks at her and she sees his eyes look slightly pained. It was her turn to ask, “What?”

“I missed you a lot today. And I really don’t want to argue, but I’m a little strained,” he says, his voice soft. He reaches up and puts her hair behind her ear. Y/N presses her cheek into his hand, and he pulls her closer to him, so that her head was resting on his shoulder. They stay like that for a few moments. “What did you do while I was in that meeting?” he asks.

“I helped the planning staff address invitations to the ball that’s next month,” she says. “And I read half a book, and trained for maybe… three hours.”

“Wow,” Caspian says, sinking down so that they were laying in the bed. “I wish I had your free time.”

“I do too, because then we might see each other more.” she replies, and he laughs. His laughter made her heart swell and she smiles up at him. He presses his lips against her own and she kisses him back. He pulls away and looks down at her, his eyes sparkling.

“I have a day of meetings tomorrow,” he says. “But I think I’ll cancel them, so we can have a proper amount of relaxing together.”

“What about the court members?” Y/N asks, rolling onto her stomach so that she could put her arms on his chest and prop her chin on them and look at him directly.

Caspian feigns a dramatic sigh, making Y/N smile. “It’s for the people. They’d be in a sticky situation if their King went crazy three and a half years into his reign.”

“You have a very competent queen to succeed you if you do,” Y/N says, and Caspian pecks her forehead.

“Yes, I do,” he says.

They continue talking into the night, despite how tired they both were. When the servant comes in a few hours after they crash, she finds the couple intertwined in the bed, sound asleep in each other’s arms.

stargazer [frank castle]

frank takes you out to the desert for some stargazing.

tagging: @redgillan, @mattymattymerduck, @avengerofyourheart, @wakandasoldier, @darlingbuchanan, @bemystucky, @idorkish, @iwillbeinmynest, @aubzylynn, @angryschnauzer, @almondbuttercup

warnings: none!

additional notes: wow it’s been a while. i know nobody asked for frank but i love him so here he is. i wish there were more gifs of frank!

You rolled over onto your back, face turned upward to the sky, and Frank decided right then and there that you were lovely.

Well, he had decided you were beautiful a long time ago, but only now, lying out under the stars, could he think of more words to describe you—lovely, stunning, angelic—words that exceeded his usual day-to-day vernacular, words that would make you poke and tease him for how Shakespearean they sounded, words that still didn’t seem to quite capture how soft your skin felt against his calloused fingers, the twinkle in your eye when you were up to something, or how your kisses always left him slightly breathless. Frank didn’t have a really extensive vocabulary—he wasn’t very talkative to begin with—but what he couldn’t express through words, he expressed through touch, through simple services like making you breakfast, washing your hair, and it seemed to be enough for you.

“We should just come out here every night,” you sighed dreamily.

“Mmm,” Frank hummed in response. He agreed that you and he should take road trips out into the desert more often, should stay outdoors and stargaze every night when the two of you could, but his focus was still on you, always on you. Not on the impossible number of stars in the sky, or on how the starlight gave the sand around you a faint gray glow. You were wearing sweatpants and three layers of shirts—a singlet, a Henley, and a sweatshirt—and he still found himself wondering if you were cold.

You turned your head toward him, grinning when you found him staring at you. “What? Something on my face?”

That grin of yours was contagious, and he found himself looking at you with that smile—well, more of a smirk—that he reserved just for you. “Just enjoying the view, s’all, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice raspy with disuse. “You put these stars to shame.”

You snorted and rolled onto your side, scooting across the blanket until you were curled up against him. As usual, you fit perfectly, his arm around your shoulders, your legs tangled with his. “That’s cute,” you mumbled, yawning. “You think of that yourself?”

Frank grunted a laugh. “I only ever turn into a poet around you. It’s a little scary. If you would quit looking so damn stunning, or treating me so good…”

“Never,” you grumbled, poking him in the jaw indignantly. “Maybe I wouldn’t look so good if you would quit being such a damn saint, Mr. Castle…”

His chest rumbled as he chuckled. “Not a chance, beautiful.” He pulled you closer with one arm until you were half-draped across his chest. “Not a chance.”

Brad Simpson Imagine: You stay the night

REQUEST: Hay I love this blog could I have an imagine where you meet his family an stay the night an in the morning his mum say how cute the two of you are then you and his dad takes Jess for a walk my name is Sophia I have dirt blond hair and green/blue eyes x

Turning the corner to reveal my boyfriends house, I smiled. I’d been invited to go round and spend the night with him, seeing as his parents were going out with his sister and her boyfriend. He apparently didn’t want to go because he felt like he was third wheeling without me, so instead asked me to go and have a movie night with him, which I quickly accepted. 

Knocking on the door, a small smiley woman opened it and her face lit up when she saw me.
“Oh you must me (Y/N), ooooh Brad’s told me so much about you, I’m Brad’s Mum, come in come in!” She hugged me tightly and then beckoned for me to go into the house.Cleaning my feet on the door mat, a big golden retriever came bounding up to me. 
“Hey there Jesse” I giggled, stroking her soft mane.
“She likes you” His mum smiled
“Jesse in here now please” A man shouted from the kitchen
“Oh hello there (y/n) and how are you?”
“I’m really well thankyou, how are you?”
“All the better for seeing you” He smiled
“Well aren’t you just the prettiest little thing, oooh my boy has done a good job finding a little stunner like you…”
“Muuuuum, shhh” a familiar accent said coming down the stairs.
“Hey there Bradley” I smiled
“What’s up buttercup” He laughed

Brad led me into the Kitchen, where his mum and dad were getting ready. We made some snacks and then went into the living room where we were going to be watching movies for the night. I ran up into Brad’s room to fetch some blankets while he sorted out the films we were going to be watching. Walking back into the living room, Brad was spread out on the sofa and there was nowhere else for me to sit. Brad looked at me and patted the sofa in front of him. Not denying his request, I snuggled into him with the blankets around us. 
“See you guys later!” His mum shouted
“See you, have a nice night” I replied
The door slammed and Brad and I were alone.
“Looks like you’ve made a really good impression on my mum”
“Brad she’s lovely! and I am particularly fond of your dog too” I laughed
Jesse was in her bed, settled in at the side of Brad. Our movie night started, and we watched everything from Pitch Perfect to The Woman in Black. Listening to Brad scream like a girl at the horror films definitely made my night. As the night went on, my eyes became heavier and I could feel myself drifting, I knew I wasn’t staying the night but I couldn’t leave Brad on his own, then I…..
——
“Aw look at these two love bugs” a voice said
As my eyes fluttered open, the daylight from the window blinded me and I saw the silhouette of a young girl. As she became clearer I could see that she looked a lot like Brad, so I presumed that it was his older sister. Hearing a groan from behind me, I looked down to see Brad’s arm around me and his face nuzzled into my neck. We must’ve fallen asleep last night. 
“Shut it Nat” Brad mumbled
“MUM LOOK AT (Y/N) AND BRAD THEY LOOK SO CUTE!!!” She shouted
“I don’t want to move” he whispered in my ear
Suddenly there was the sound of a camera click and Nat giggling. 
“That’s definitely going online” she giggled, leaving the room
“NAAAAAT….” Brad groaned “She’s always that annoying”

After waking up a little, we made our way into the kitchen. I was still in the clothes from yesterday so Brad gave me one of his hoodies and a pair of his sweatpants. Surprisingly, the sweat pants fitted me perfectly but the hoodie was a little too oversized. I tied my hair up in a messy bun and began to make breakfast for the family. 
“Do you know how attractive you look wearing my clothes” Brad mumbled in my ear, placing little kisses on my neck
“Not here Bradley” I giggled as he tickled my sides, forcing me to turn around and place my arms around his neck, placing a kiss on his lips as our foreheads touched. 
“Brad, stop with the PDA for goodness sake man” Nat laughed
“Leave them alone, god they’re adorable” His mum said walking in behind.
Brad’s face went bright red as he returned to helping me prepare the breakfast. All of a sudden, both of our phones beeped and we checked to see that we’d both been tagged in a post by Nat on Twitter. There were two photos, one of Brad and I sleeping and another of us hugging in the Kitchen with the caption ’My two little love bugs’. 

The breakfasts I made for the family were widely complimented, apparently I do actually make really good pancakes. Brad went upstairs to take a  phone call from his manager whilst his parents went into the living room to watch the television. I stayed behind in the kitchen to clear things up. 
“Need any help?” Nat asked
“Oh yes please, if you wouldn’t mind”
Coming next to me, she dried the dishes whilst I washed them and we talked. Nat told me a lot about what Brad was like when he was little and she said that I was the only girl Brad had ever seemed genuinely happy with. We also had a little bit of a water fight, which was stopped by Brad’s mum, ending up with us both in giggles of laughter on the floor.
“Listen, do you want to borrow some of my things to get changed into? I mean you’re probably going to be spending the day here and it’ll save you putting the stuff you wore yesterday back on”
“Are you sure Nat?”
“Of course, c'mon!”
Nat led me up to her room where she let me borrow a pair of tights and a really cute dress along with a burgundy cardigan. Nat had such a good dress sense.
“Wow, Nat your wardrobe is amazing, man I wish I could dress like you”
“We’ll have to go shopping some time, it’ll be fun!” She smiled
Leaving me in her room to get changed, do my hair and my make up, I went back downstairs and sat in the living room with Brad’s family as they asked me questions about myself as well as Brad. 
“Urgh” Brad groaned, flopping himself on the sofa
“Sup?” asked his Mum
“Joe needs me to go to the studio to record the last verse vocal for Can We Dance but I wanted to spend the day with (y/n)”
“Awwwwwww” Nat cooed
“NAT!” He shouted
“Jeez soz” she laughed
“Brad go” I smiled
“Yeah but…”
“Brad, (y/n) is right, Your mum and Nat are going shopping for food, and I’m going to take Jesse for a walk around the park, (y/n) can join me…that’s if you’d like too (y/n)”
“I’d love too!” I smiled

That was decided, Brad’s mum drove Brad to the studio and then was going straight for the shopping. Brad’s Dad put the lead on Jesse as I put my converse on and we started off on our walk. I’m not going to lie, it was a little awkward at first, but we bonded and we talked a lot about different things. 
“(Y/n)?”
“Yep?”
“Brad’s smitten with you”
“He is?”
“You’re his world, you’re the only thing he speaks about, he idolises you and, well, I just want to thank you for making my son so happy”
“It’s my pleasure” I smiled
“Cm'ere” He said, pulling me in for a hug.
We finished our walk and returned back to the house where Nat and Brad’s Mum had already arrived home with the shopping. Brad then got in from the studio and cuddled up to me on the sofa whilst we all watched the latest episode of ‘The Vampire Diaries’

Shu Headcanon (King Shu 12 Edition)

Shu’s kiss deepens and you run your hands through his hair.
‘Ah..Shu..’ You stop suddenly, you had a feeling over nausea overwhelm you.
You both pause, your hand gently moves over your growing belly.
There, surprising you both was a sudden poke. It was only for a second but there was a clear bump that rose and disappeared quite suddenly.
‘Ah?! Baby?’ You gasp excitedly. 'She’s moving around!’
Shu stares at the skin, hoping to catch the movement again. With no luck.
'Mmm? Maybe we have a sleepy baby?’ Shu grins as his hand rubs your round stomach.
You nod in immediate agreement. 'Like her father…’
'I’ll have you know I never have the time to be lazy anymore.’ He said quite seriously.
'You find time for a nap though…’ Remembering most days after being with him, he fell asleep.
He sighed and rolled off you and onto his back, stretching out like a cat.
'Ah, I wish I could could just lie here, with you.’
You play with your belly again, 'Well you will have a great excuse when the baby is born. Out little princess.’ You gasp. 'Wow! She really will be a princess! Or is that only if I were a royal too?’
'My heir. My princess.’

**** The next morning had you enjoying tea and cake in the garden. This was set up by his highness Shu of course. He had been treating you a lot lately and you were enjoying every second. If only he were here to enjoy it with you… Maybe he felt guilty he had to work? Your stomach growled yet again. 'Be patient! I’m feeding you!’ You giggle to your belly, picking up a fresh cream and strawberry cake. You savour every bite in hopes the baby would like it just as much as you did. But your stomach flipped in an uncomfortable way. 'Hum..’ you sigh, 'Nothing is satisfying you today is it?’ You decided on a walk around the garden before going back inside the castle. Holding your stomach all the way around, a 'stitch’ like cramp was developing inside. 'Ah..’ You frown, 'This can’t be good?’ 'Are you I’ll?!’ You hear Shu in the distance, suddenly by your side in seconds. 'Shu?!’ You gasp. How did he know quickly? 'I have spies.’ He answered the question in your mind. 'You’re in pain? Is the baby?’ You like how serious and cute he’s being. But have spies? 'I have been eating all day and nothing seems to work!’ Shu smirks, 'But you haven’t had steak?’ Ah..blood soaked steak.. yum.. You frown. 'You may not like the idea of it but you are it all last time.’ He says, amused at your expression. He takes your hand. 'Remember I’m quite serious and forceful when it comes to our baby.’
a dream come true - part 1

Pairing: baseball player! adachi yuto x reader

Summary: “You’re my dream come true.”

Part: 1/?

“Yuto! Yuto! Yuto!” The crowd cheers as they surround the baseball field where we are trying to hold practice. I sigh at the endless cries from Yuto’s fans when he goes to pitch each time. He ignores them and only focuses on his catcher, Yoosung.

“Seems like Yuto’s pulling in more attention this year,” The recruiter, Miss Yoon, says as she walks up beside me and I nod. “That’s to be expected of the ace when he brought us to Nationals last year. How’s he coping with the loss by the way?”

“Practiced every night for hours to make up for it.”

“And?”

I sigh as we look out at the ace. “He still thinks he’s at fault for not being able to strike out that last batter.”

“Oh, Yuto.” She coos sadly.

“But he’s made it a goal this year to bring the team to Nationals again and win.”

Groans and protests are heard as Yuto steps off the mount, walking over with Yoosung by his side. I throw the two water bottles and towels, earning thank you’s in return. Fans follow after them from behind the fence, screaming their names. Yoosung grins, waving to them while Yuto turns to me.

“Another job well done, Adachi,” I say and he smiles, high fiving me. He chugs down his water bottle, making the girls scream even louder from the hotness that is Adachi Yuto. I groan, making him choke on his water from my reaction. I laugh and wipe his mouth with another towel. “I don’t know how people make you out to be a cold baseball player when you’re just a huge dork.”

“Yuto, they love us!” Yoosung laughs, turning to us. He shakes Yuto back and forth with excitement before groaning at how uninterested his partner looks. “Oh come on! Nothing again this year?”

“Sorry Yoosung, but I told you I’m not interested,” Yuto says, pulling his hands away. He turns to me and smiles, ruffling my hair. Yoosung huffs and turns back to his fans, giving them fanservice.

“I wish I had that job! To be surrounded by those boys and more all day long, wow!” Fans squeal and I roll my eyes. Yuto chuckles, pulling me into his side. “No way! Is Yuto taken?”

“Here we go,” I say and pull away from him.

“Yeah, are you?” Yoosung teases. I stare at him before punching him in the arm. “Hey!”

“Do that again and you’re getting a harder regimen.”

“Noted,” He squeaks, rubbing his arm and Yuto chuckles.

“Go get less sweaty, then you’re free to go for the rest of the day.”

“Really?” Yoosung perks up and I nod. Yuto ruffles my hair before walking off to shower in the changing rooms. Yoosung scurries away when he meets my glaring eyes.

“I’m glad we have you as our manager otherwise things wouldn’t get done around here with these boys. They really do adore you.”

“Oh yeah, especially when I threaten to make their regimen harder. They really love that.”

Miss Yoon laughs. “What’s your take on the first years this year?”

“Their physiques are a little troubling, but I can change that. As for the attitudes,” I trail off as a few of them run out in their boxers and flex for the fans. I look at Miss Yoon and she sighs. “Need I say more?”

“Mm, I see.”

“But I can take care of that too,” I chuckle and crack my knuckles.

“So scary.” She comments before walking away to tend to other matters.

“Boo!”

“Hui!” I exclaim as he laughs, back hugging me quickly.

“I succeed again in scaring you.” Hui grins before turning to the fans. They squeal in excitement and wave. He laughs and waves back.

“You boys have fans everywhere you go even when you’re not in your respective dorms,” I comment and he blushes. I chuckle and poke his side. Not even moments later, squealing of Shinwon’s name grows. “Here comes the model.”

Shinwon in all his glory walks towards us with his model walk. We watch in amusement as he winks at the fans. He stops in front of us and turns to the left before running his hands over his butt from bottom to top.

“My butt looks really good in these soccer shorts, don’t they?”

“Whatever you say, Shinwon.”

“So when are you and Yuto getting together? It’s about time!” He exclaims, throwing his arm around my shoulders. I sigh and shake my head. “I told you I would take it into my own hands if it didn’t happen over the summer which I remind you, didn’t!”

“I have other things to worry about-”

“And getting together with Yuto should be top priority.”

“How’s soccer recruiting?” I ask, turning away from Shinwon to Hui.

“Hey, you changed the topic!” He pouts and I laugh, shrugging.

“Some of the recruits are adjusting either too well or not at all.”

“Take mine then, please,” I say and point to the recruits still fooling around. The three of us turn towards them, the two boys laughing at how stupid they look. I sigh, rubbing my temples. “PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON AND GET PRACTICING.”

Their eyes widen as they scurry away, making the fans laugh. I roll my eyes and shake my head, turning back to the two boys. They giggle, making me smile.

“I’m guessing the other boys are busy with their recruiting?”

“They should be finished soon.”

“Who should be finished soon?” Yuto asks, coming up behind me and slinging his arm around my shoulder. He chuckles when I let out a sigh. “Aw, come on. Don’t do that to your best friend.”

I stick my tongue out at him as he brings me into a headlock. I groan, trying to push and pull his arm away. “Yuto, I can’t breathe!”

Hui and Shinwon laughs, watching this unfold before them. Yuto chuckles and lets me go, mocking my pout when I stand up.

“How are they not dating?” Shinwon groans, throwing his hands up in defeat.

Dreamwalker

For @davidtennantisthedoctor-10 :

The reader is a witch and she travels to johns world through her dreams, but she thinks it’s just a dream and john is constantly trying to convince her that it’s real. I know a crazy idea but I really good at coming up with crazy ideas So Sorry.

Author’s Note: I kindda sorta changed it a tad. I hope that’s okay? Enjoy!

Dreamwalker

Originally posted by lasheeda

Originally posted by kareligomleeek

Originally posted by keanuital

He handed me the bourbon, the amber liquid swirling in the crystal glass. So, real, it all seemed so real. I raised the glass to my lips, the alcoholic smell hitting my nostrils at full blast. Gingerly I took a sip and let the liquid fill my mouth before swallowing it. It burnt a trail down my throat before settling warmly in my stomach.

I raised the glass back to eye level.

“It all seems so real,” I murmured.

A dark male head turned to me “, what was that?”

I shook my head “, nothing.”

His long elegant fingers entwined with mines. The warmth that emanated from his fingers also felt real.

“You sure,” he whispered, the words rough.

I looked to the black pin pricked sky “, it all seems so real.”

He leaned closer to me “, it is y/n.”

I shrugged and continued looking at the shimmering stars.

These dreams all happened less than a week ago. The stars and planets had aligned for the first time in one hundred and fifty years and on that said night, a star fell from the heavens. It was lore that once you made a wish it was bound to come true – at least that’s what my best friend told me. On a whim and out of loneliness I made a wish, a wish across distance and time to find my one true love.

The following night the dreams began. In misty surroundings, I wandered lost and confused, until I stumbled upon a glass house. I entered the premises and found a raven-haired man dressed in a crisp black suit sitting on the porch drinking. He like myself had seen the star and made a wish but neglected to tell me what it was. John Wick he introduced himself as and offered me a drink from a crystal decanter. Despite myself I accepted and felt the familiar feelings of warmth and comfort float over me in his presence, almost like I had known him all along.

It continued like this for several nights. Every time I closed my eyes the foggy settings and glass house greeted me along with the raven-haired man.


I sat with my best friend Marie at our usual breakfast diner. A mug of tea rolling between my hands.

“Earth to y/n!” called my friend.

I jumped “, oh! Sorry, was thinking about some dreams I’ve been having.”

Her eyebrows raised slightly “, nightmares?”

I laughed lightly and leaned back against the chair “, no, no, no – just – I dunno how to call it. It’s just a dream with some handsome guy named John.”

“A wet dream?” sniggered Marie.

I reached forward and slapped her arm, she recoiled laughing.

“No, not a wet dream! It’s just a dream in this foggy setting with this glass house…” I trailed off when I caught Marie’s wide eyed expression.

“Marie?” I called concerned.

Her eyes darted sideways then back to me “, you wished on the falling star for your true love, didn’t you?”

I nodded, a bit confused.

“Did you try finding each other?” she asked eagerly.

I frowned “, why, would I do that?”

“Because it’s real!”

I huffed a laugh and took a bite out of my waffle “, it’s just a dream, Marie and wishes on stars don’t come true. I was just feeling a little lonely when I wished for that but I’m fine now.”

She shot me an incredulous look “, it’s real! My brother-in-law’s great grant parents met that way and they described the same settings you said.”

I rolled my eyes.

“You have seven days to find whatever it is you wished for,” stressed Marie “, once that time is up everything would be lost forever!”

I stared at her dumbfounded for a second.

“It’s just a dream Marie!” I snapped “, things in dreams can feel and taste real.”

“But what about John –.”

I held up a hand silencing her “, don’t you think I looked him up on a hope that he might be real, he’s not! He does not exist!”

Marie’s eyes drooped as she regarded me and a resigned look settled over her. She stood and placed a hand on my shoulder “, the star fell Sunday and today is Saturday, it’s the last night until the next hundred and fifty years – just try for me.”

“It’s just a dream,” I repeated and watched her leave. A sinking feeling developing in my stomach.


It’s just a dream I mumbled to myself as crawled beneath the covers. My heart however thought otherwise and hammered away in my chest. I wanted it to be real so badly and the crushing sadness I felt when I looked for John only to find out he didn’t exist broke my heart. There was no one for me in this world and even if it was just a dream, I was going to enjoy every second of it.

I closed my eyes and let myself drift off.

The familiar setting of the misty grounds and house appeared before me. As usual I found John waiting for me on the porch, a glass of bourbon waiting for me.

“I hope you weren’t waiting long,” I announced as I took my seat beside him.

He gave me a small smile and handed me the glass which I took. I rolled the glass between my hands watching the liquid tumble in the cavity.

“How do I find you?” whispered John, his gaze upwards.

I looked to him “, what do you mean?”

He turned, dark almond eyes locked on mines “, this isn’t a dream y/n, this is real.”

I huffed a laugh and rested the glass back on the table “, wow, the brain has some really creepy ways of internalizing and sorting information.”

He grasped my elbow and tugged me lightly “, I’m not joking y/n, I thought the same way as you until a few days ago when someone told me the same thing happened to their great grandparents.”

I stared at him, alarm growing in my chest.

“They both wished to be with the ones they were faithed to be with for life on the same shooting star we saw and under the same events.”

I was gaping now “, the planets had aligned like they are now and when the planets shifted out of alignment the dreams ended. During that time, they believed that they were dreaming real time events and throughout distance and time they eventually found each other.”

I stood abruptly, my chair falling over and stalked away from John. The information I had just received was a bit too much to process at the moment.

I carded a hand through my hair “, but it’s just a dream – a dream.”

The mist was thickening, shrouding the place in white, signalling the end of the dream.

“Do you know what I wished for?” called John, his voice sounding a bit disconnected.

I was just a dream, things like this didn’t happen. I didn’t respond.

“I wished for the one who would ease my burdens, who would love me through it all and not matter what could see past all the faults that I have,” his voice broke a little.

I turned, his from was growing further away from me and his voice was becoming difficult to hear.

“You showed up y/n like a dream – the dream I’ve always wanted, except it wasn’t a dream,” he shouted.

Maybe it was real, screamed my mind. I didn’t want to lose him on a whim that this was a dream. It could all be real – it could! I ran towards his disappearing form. My legs moved sluggishly and heavy, like I was manuvering through mud.

“Wait!” I screamed at his form “, John!”

My hand flew to my throat and I ripped my mother’s locket from my neck and tossed it at his form. I was unsure if he had caught it but I hoped. God, I hoped.

A sob ripped out of my throat as his form vanished “, I love you.”

A thin voice floated on the wind “, no matter where or when you are, I’ll find you.”

I woke to a mellow yellow light, with a violent sob wrecking through my body. I dragged the pillow from the unoccupied side of the bed and cried into it. All this time I wasted thinking that it was just a dream and it could have been real. I reached for the necklace round my neck, needing to feel it’s comforting presence in my hand. It was missing. Did I really give it to him in the dream? A tiny flare of hope flooded through my body.

The doorbell rang and the flare grew larger. I flew from the bed to the door and yanked it open. A Jehovah Witness advocate stood in the doorway offering to read prayers. Numbly I declined and shut the door in their face. I pressed my back against the door and slid down onto the floor.

Who was I fooling? It was a stupid dream after all and I had lost my necklace, not given it away.


3 Years Later

I weaved through the bustle of foot traffic on my way from work and made my way to the train station. I took my usual seat by the window and waited for departure. My hand snaked to my neck looking for the locket I had lost some years prior. I tapped the spot on my chest it used to rest idly. I dozed a little until the ride ended and disembarked at my stop.

I walked up the subway stairs, huffing lightly. I was getting out of shape. A raven-haired man in a crisp suit zoomed past me as I made it to the top of the stairs.

“Watch it!” I shouted after him and continued on my way.

“y/n?” a husky male voice called.

I froze. That voice, I knew that voice. My heart began thundering in my chest as I slowly turned. I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth.

“John?” I whispered in disbelief.

“I promised you I’d find you,” he whispered back.

I flew into his arms and buried my head into his chest deeply inhaling his fresh clean scent. Home, John smelt like home. He wrapped his arms around me holding me tightly, his lips pressed to my head.

I raised my head and looked at him, my eyes brimming. He withdrew a hand from me and fished it around in his pocket. He pulled out a gold locket and dangled it before my eyes.

I gasped lightly and touched it “, I believe this is yours.”

“It was my mom’s,” I replied and brushed aside my hair so he could attach it round my neck.

“After so much searching, finally I found you,” he sighed, his head dropping towards mines.

His dark eyes, so much like the dream flicked to my lips then back to my eyes. I tilted my head to his granting his access. Gently he pressed his lips to mine before pulling back.

I frowned “, is that all?” I questioned a bit disappointed.

He grinned wickedly and deftly captured my lips again for a feverish kiss. He pulled back “, how about now?” he asked slightly winded.

“Better, much better!” I panted with a huge idiotic grin on my face.

“I love you too,” said John, his eyes soft and a light smile on his lips.

Just Guys Being Dudes

Peter liked people. Generally speaking, he enjoyed people as a whole. People were cool. Peter was a people person, he might even say. That’s who he was. People are a big part of saving people, and Peter saved people. And that was that.

So, yeah, Peter liked people in general.

But sometimes, sometimes Peter found himself disliking people individually. Again, not a weird thing. No one was expecting Peter to feel all warm and fuzzy over Doctor Doom or the Green Goblin or Doc Ock. But he hated them on principle. They were bad guys, who were trying to take over the world and kill people. Peter had to hate them. 

And then there was fucking Gene.

Peter could easily punch Gene in the face and not feel even a little bad, even though the worst thing Gene had ever done against New York was litter, and even then he’d picked up the coffee cup and tossed it into a garbage can when he’d realized that he’d dropped it. Gene was honestly a good person, which did nothing at all to explain why Peter wanted to slam his head repeatedly into concrete.

Gene worked two labs over at SI and was overtly friendly. He wasn’t an intern like Peter was, but he’d been hired straight out of college so they were close in age. This fact seemed to have connected itself in Gene’s head somehow and would not leave. And Gene took this age similarity to mean that he and Peter should be the best of all buds. Peter didn’t hate Gene for this. It was a good idea to go out and make friends. 

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a mouse on your porch is worth 2 in the... shh, he's sleeping.

   yesterday i found a mouse on my back porch. i named him herbert… possibly because that name kinda sounds like “her butt” to me and that made me laugh, but also because his face looked like 31st president of the united states, herbert hoover. google it. 
he was lying very peaceful and still on an old tupperware bin i had some yard tools and such in.
     for a moment or two while watching him sleep i thought to myself;
            ‘really? so this son of a bitch climbed up on my tupperware and took a nap huh?…wow, that’s fucking ballzy…and also quite lazy. shit, i wish i had thought of that…i could use a nap. actually if i were a field mouse who looked like the 31st president of the united states, herbert hoover, and had fuck all to do today i would probably have thought of that. i’d climb right up on some dumb human’s porch, take a shit on their picnic table, eat some old junk they left lying around, and take a big fat nap right there on their comfy ass tupperware bin they provided me, conveniently located on their shady back porch on a lukewarm day. because of course that’s clearly what it’s there for… mouse napping. no way anyone would travel to a store and purchase this tupperware bin for any other purpose. say housing yard tools, or the storage of things important to the upkeep of a property. and you know what? fuck it if they did. cause i’m herbert the chubby cheeked field mouse and i can do whatever the fuck i want with no goddamn sense of re…’
     …and thats when a cool spring breeze carried the waft of pure decomposition that stopped me mid thought like a bright red train crossing.
sorry herbert… you go ahead and rest awhile. xofrnk

rip herbert. 2014, by frnkiero.

[ uuuhhhhhhhhh mun machine 🅱️roke, i’m way too drunk to draw something actually nice but!!!!

thank you all for the birthday wishes! i appreciate all everything you’ve all done for me, even if it’s just looking at my content! i’ve had such a wonderful day and you’ve all helped with that!

hopefully everything will get back on track tomorrow, thank you for being so patient with me!

[FAN ACCOUNT] 140411 BTS Yeouido Fansign

Well ~ I guess I don’t have any other excuse not to write this now that I’m back in Singapore (((I seriously can’t believe my trip is over I was in Korea for sixteen days, guys, sixteen, yet it felt like six instead ㅠㅠㅠㅠ))) Anyway, back to where I was before I digressed - and just FYI I get distracted very easily so be warned - I’m going to write all about my virgin fansign experience in Korea! Huhu ~ ^^

The participation process was standard as like any other fansign, so I’ll just mention this briefly. A signup notice would usually be put up on both the group’s Daum fancafe as well as the participating music store’s website, where all the information on the event can be found. In my case for the 11th April BTS fansign in Yeouido, I had to purchase my album from the YP Books store in IFC mall (which was like, two subway stops away from where I was staying) between 7th to 10th April, and of all participants 150 would be chosen (each album purchased entitles you to one lucky draw chance so really, it is easier to beat the odds the more albums you purchase. Around 2000 albums were purchased at the store within the three days; Between my friends I bought five, a friend two, and the other just one, and I was the only one who got picked) and the winners list released on the YP Books website. Now, all that’s left to do is to turn up for the fansign at the stipulated time and location, exchange your confirmation number for a queue ticket, and you’re good to go!

On the day of the event I’d arrived at IFC mall at 7.00PM and headed for the South Atrium, thinking that I would be early but not too early and that I’d probably be able to snag a good seat for the fansign. But wouldn’t you know it, the place was completely void of fan girls and smack in the middle of the open space was some convention going on and mascots waving to a sparse, disinterested audience. It was just… weird. I went up to the concierge desk to clarify if there really was a fansign being held at this location, to which I was told confidently that yes there was, later on at night. Then I went to double check the details on BTS’ Daum fancafe and lo and behold, the location had been changed to the North Atrium as effect of 8th April. Partially my fault for not checking the fancafe regularly for updates but damn office lady lied to me. First dumb thing of the night -.-

I power-walked my way over to the correct venue that was definitely right because the middle portion of the space had already been cordoned off and I could see foldable chairs being lined up in rows as I approached. Not to mention the hordes of fangirls and daepo unnies armed and ready with their plastic stools (some even brought ladders. Super legit.) and huge ass cameras surrounding the area. I continued to loiter around and watch in fascination as the mall staff put up a giant BTS banner and continue to set up everything. It wasn’t until a mere fifteen minutes before the start of the fansign when I finally realised some of the fans in the crowd were holding laminated cards in their hands. That I didn’t have. Because I completely forgot about exchanging my confirmation number beforehand. Second dumb thing of the night -.- So I rushed back up to the 2nd floor to the bookstore to get my queue number and I ended up being #133 out of 150 people, in the second last row. My seat was so far away that I literally couldn’t see anything throughout the whole event because of the sea of camera tripods and human heads in front of me, not to mention the boys were seated down as well. I was only able to catch glimpses of BTS when I stood up and I am 1.65m and by no means short, so I hope you get an idea of how terrible my spot was. I can’t even blame anyone else but me ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

At 8.30pm sharp the boys arrived (they couldn’t be late anyway because of the Sukira schedule they had later on) and from the moment they did their greetings IT. WAS. CHAOS. Fans were screaming everywhere and a handful of girls, because they couldn’t snag a good spot to watch the event, decided it would be a brilliant idea to continuously ride the escalator right next to the open space and scream their oppas’ names as they came down from the floor above. Many of them were still in school uniform and some were even young enough to call Jimin, V and Jung Kook ‘oppa’. Horrors. It didn’t help that seat #133 was right next to the escalator so every single screech they made went straight to my eardrums X.X Thinking back about it now, I really don’t know how I managed to maintain my sanity for the whole two hours @.@ Because of my incompetence I didn’t really keep track of what the boys were doing for most part, only standing up occasionally to take a peek whenever I hear squeals (which turned out to be Jung Kook wearing the super adorable and cutesy headbands fans gave him. He looked absolutely adorable, like really he could’ve told me to shoot the president of South Korea and I would because no one can resist that face of his) but most of the time I was conversing with the Thai girl who sat beside me. Our biases were Rap Mon (mine) and Suga (hers) who so happened to sit next to each other so we began lamenting how we can’t see either of them because of the super tall tripod smack in front of us. Oh well, at least I made a new friend that day XD

After a 1.5-hour wait, it was finally my turn and the staff moved us to the front to queue by the right side AND I WAS THE FIRST IN LINE due to the way my row was called. I swear to God I was on the verge of a mental breakdown then and I kept asking the Thai girl if I could swop places with her because that was how nervous I really was (DON’T JUDGE OKAY IT’S MY FIRST FANSIGN). Oh, did I mention that my three friends were positioned at various places around the mall? Our Whatsapp conversation then was absolutely epic because they were reporting statuses and checking up on different locations to find the best spot to “catch me in action”. I had one friend on the second floor to capture a bird’s eye view, another on the right diagonally behind Suga (he was first that day) and the last running around the area to look for a better spot. If I hadn’t been on the verge of peeing my pants then I would’ve laughed but nup, scumbag brain didn’t feel like it -.-

Lineup for the day went like: Suga >>> Rap Monster >>> J-Hope >>> Jimin >>> V >>> Jin >>> Jung Kook moving from right to left.

I went up to Suga first; perhaps it was because that I said Hi to him in English, or the fact that I am really very tan, but he immediately asked me where I was from as he signed my album.

And I don’t know why but from the moment I knelt down till I moved on to the next member, the only glaring thought that kept running through my head was “Wow I can see his pores.” Feel free to bash me now LOL I don’t know why but that really was what caught my attention OTL Oh, and also that he was really good-looking up close, especially when he wasn’t grinning wide since he looks really cute and impish when he does XD

Our conversation went like:

Suga: Hello ~

Me: (English) Hi!

Suga: (English) Hi ~ Where are you from?

Me: Singapore!

Suga: Ah, is that so? 

Then he proceeded to read the post-it that I stuck on the page.

I’d asked him to write a poem with the initials of my name spelled in Korean, and because my question was written in English (blame le terrible Korean skills) he actually read the whole thing out in English too and his pronunciation was surprisingly really accurate and his accent super cute ^^

What he answered though, made me want to A) puke rainbows followed by what I ate for dinner, B) whack him on the head, and C) roll my eyes repeatedly.

 

Q. Write a poem using my name please!

[A/N: My name’s Wye Syn, pronounced Wa-Ee-Sin]

Suga: 이신는 (Wye Syn is)

쁘고(pretty and)

기해 (interesting)

Why thank you, Suga, how nice of you. 

Me: You’re lying!

Suga: Really! Singapore girls are all pretty!

Me: A-ing ~ *cough*because I really can’t take a compliment*cough* You have to come to Singapore, okay?

Suga: Okay ~

Me: Promise!

Suga: Yeah, promise!

And we hooked pinkies afterwards before I moved on *dies of happiness*

Rap Mon and I spoke in English the entire time (like duh), and I think he overheard my conversation with Suga or something because he said hi to me in English the moment I knelt down in front of him *shrugs* He needs to speak louder though, because low voice + screaming fangirls all around us + head bowed while signing album = I could barely hear what he was saying. But hey, at least I caught the gist of it ^^v

Rap Mon: Hi!

Me: Hi!

Rap Mon: Where are you from?

Me: Singapore!

Rap Mon: Really? *pauses to look at how to spell my name (he ended up spelling it wrongly anyway who is Wye Shin excuse you) You know, I realised that people from Singapore speak really good English. Why is that so?

Me: Oh, *thinks of how to summarise Singapore’s bilingual education system within 20 seconds* it’s just that everyone speaks English a lot, like, we were brought up using that language. All our classes at school are taught in English.

Rap Mon: Oh wow, really? Cool!

And he sounded genuinely fascinated, probably because a part of him miiiiight wish to have been brought up in an English-speaking environment, seeing as how he picked up the whole language by himself.

For Rap Mon I decided to ask a typical fangirl question which now, thinking back on it, is really rather embarrassing oh dear God why did I choose to do that X.X

Q. If you had just one day (y’know, since BTS was promoting that song at that time) to spend with me, where would you bring me and what would you like to do?

Rap Mon: (We were running out of time by then, and because it probably would take him sometime to process his thoughts and write them out in English, he decided to tell me everything while looking directly in my eyes. Oh yes, I am such a lucky bitch.) Let’s go to Japan, Hong Kong, we can go sightseeing, and let’s go shopping.

I melted into a puddle of Wye Syn-shaped goo #^u^#

We high-fived on it then I moved on to J-Hope.

To be very honest, my impression of him had never been the best because his on-screen personality was so loud and I just found that kind of annoying (I’M SORRY NARA), but everything changed after meeting him because he was just so nice and friendly and funny in real life hehheh >u<|||

He was the only member who wrote my name out in Korean too, which I thought was kind of cute XD

J-Hope: Hi!

Me: Hi, I’m from overseas!

J-Hope: Really? Where are you from?

Me: Singapore!

J-Hope: Ah, Singapore? We have to go there ~

All this while he was actually signing my album and reading my post-it (I’d asked him to write a note for my friend Nara) and underlining what I wrote and listening to me and replying to what I said. Like wow, talk about multitasking. J-Hope really takes the cake man, I was just absolutely amazed.

(Don’t laugh at my Korean! I know my grammar is terrible OTL)

He ended up writing “Nara~♥ I love you!♥”, typical idol answer but hey it works, seeing how happy it made Nara LOLOL

And of course, I had to prepare my own question as well

Q. What would you like to say to me the most?

Unfortunately, he wasn’t as sweet and nice to me.

J-Hope: We have to go to Singapore!

No love for me, eh? But I made him pinkie promise on it and GUESS WHAT, Hope Tree (his fansite) CAUGHT A PICTURE OF IT.

SEE THAT. THAT’S MY HAND RIGHT THERE, IMMORTALISED WITH J-HOPE’S. *flips hair* My hand is famous now, guys.

Next, Jimin was exactly like how I’d expected him to be, cute and bubbly, but he was definitely a lot more toned down from his on-screen persona. Or maybe it was just because of me. I tend to have an intimidating effect on people.

We actually didn’t have much to talk about, because we’d spent the first half of the time searching for his page because the marker I used for him got bent in somehow along the way. After passing him my album I’d actually spaced out (TBH I was thinking about how much Jimin looked like a potato. I’m sorry.) for a few seconds and I only snapped out of it when he went, ‘Where is my name?’ while flipping through the album. He’d actually sounded sad too and I panicked too, thinking, ‘Oh crap, he’s going to think I left him out on purpose, isn’t he?’ and the both of us were just scrambling to find his page XD

Q. Which girl group do you like the most these days?

I don’t know why, but somehow Jimin misread my question and thought I was asking which member likes girl groups the most these days, because he’d answered ‘J-Hope’. And I’m pretty sure it isn’t my Korean this time, no matter how bad it is. I challenge any Korean speaker to defy this.

Me: Are you serious? J-Hope?

Jimin: Yeah! He’s really good!

Me: *still sceptical* Is he the best?

Jimin: Yeah!

Jimin was really super cute; he reached over to pat J-Hope on the arm as he answered me, hoping to elicit some sort of response from the elder, but J-Hope merely turned his head slightly for a split second before looking away again. Poor Jimin got ignored TROLOLOL

And if I thought my communication skills with Jimin was bad, my interaction with V was on a whole new level because our frequencies did not match at all, not even once.

I’d asked him to write a note for my friend Stella who didn’t get into the fansign, and after some contemplation V wrote down, “I miss you”, or literally, “I want to see/meet you.”

Then he saw Stella’s name and went, “Stella?”

Me: Yeah, could you write it down (on the post it) too?

V: *after a short pause* Stella?

Me: Yeah.

V: Stella.

I blinked.

V: (English) Okay, bye!

And he waved (albeit) cutely. It was so sad yet so pathetically funny at the same time I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry or do both OTL I was completely weirded out, but at the same time I wanted to pat him and put him in my pocket for weirding me out so adorably. Tae Hyung ah why you like this ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

Jin too, was another one that left a deep impression. At first we were rather quiet because I really didn’t know what to say to him and I think he felt the hesitation too, so he was just quietly signing my album as I watched him doing so LOL But then, we got to my post-it question.

 

Q. Of the following options, who do you think is the prettiest?

A) You (Jin); B) Me (Wye Syn); C) Member (____); D) Other (____)

Without hesitation, he ticked the first option. And there I thought idols were supposed to tell cheesy white lies in order to make fangirls happy OTL Guess Jin decided to take it like a real man and say it like it is *applies cold water to burn area*

Me: Is that so?

Jin: Yeah!

Then he browsed through all the options again… And he ticked C. While writing “Jin” in the blanks. Double blow to my already deflated ego ㅠㅠㅠㅠ Can I just curl up into a ball and cry now?

Jin: Don’t you agree?

Me: Haha yeah, I agree. You’re definitely the prettiest member.

And finally, to put the last nail in my fat coffin, he wrote “Jin” in the final option as well. You know, in case I didn’t catch his drift the first two times. Damn you.

Jin: It really is me. I’m the prettiest here.

Alright mister, now you’re really starting to get on my nerves. Yes Jin, I get it. You’re pretty. You’re the prettiest. Stop rubbing it in to my ugly face ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

Me: Yeah, I definitely agree. You win.

By the time I got to Jung Kook, I was half itching to get everything over and done with because I was shaking like a leaf and actually feeling light-headed from seeing all these good-looking men up close LOL

Me: Jung Kook ah, hi! You’re so cute!

Jung Kook: Ah, thank you.

Completely soulless and unenthusiastic. He’s probably heard this 205631769508147 times from every single A.R.M.Y before me and at previous fansigns since debut so ~ Oh well. Here’s my “You’re cute!” to join the pile. He looked pretty tired too, having spent a full day at Music Bank and signed 130 albums before mine and still having another schedule afterwards and probably more dance practice till wee hours in the morning. And they’re preparing for a Japanese debut too, poor kiddo :’(

 

I’d asked him to write a note for my other friend Naomi who couldn’t get into the fansign too. Luckily he could comprehend me a lot better and wrote “Naomi” I tried prompting him to write “noona” too, but I guess our golden maknae doesn’t like being the youngest because he gave a face (for a split second which I saw) and wrote down “love~” instead and some incoherent scribbles at the bottom. Oh come on, Jung Cookie, I know you want to be seen as a manly man and all but I can still treat you like a man even if you call me ‘noona’~? /gets bricked/

Q. If you could play yaja time (age-reversal game) with your members, whose hyung would you like to be most and why?

Jung Kook: All of them, because I’m the youngest now.

Maknae on top, yeah ;)

Somehow, I ended up spacing out (again! >_<) and stared at the post-it for a few seconds before looking up and realising that Jung Kook already had his hand held up for a high-five and was kind of waiting there expectantly. Whoops.

After I gave him the long-awaited high-five I got up and went back to my seat. Only to realise on the walk back that I forgot to ask Jung Kook to call me ‘noona’. There goes my K-Pop bucket list. Well shit.

So yupp, that basically summarises (not really) my whole fansign experience ^^v

Please don’t quote me anywhere and always take out with credits!

Any questions you can contact me through Twitter: @qt_myung

anonymous asked:

How's life been? Are you leaving Texas soon?

Helloo anon thank you for asking! Life in Texas is strange, and I think being here has allowed a LOT of feelings I was delaying to manifest. I miss my friends and housemates back home a lot. It’s hard to have a “found” family when you’re somewhere for 11.5 weeks. It’s also just enough time to wish you had someone near and dear to cry on.

I’m actually nine days sober, which is a pretty big deal for me. I was drinking a lot here in TX and then I was having digestive issues, and was like OH WOW BOOZE IS BAD REMEMBER?

I haven’t been super active because I’m a *little* more depressed than usual. Some projects at work etc. didn’t exactly pan out, and it’s been difficult to get the support that I need (for various reasons, the predominant one that it’s hard to advocate for yourself when there’s no one to advocate to. My team is so understaffed rn it’s insane.)

I’d wanted to travel more while I was here, but that hasn’t happened. Hopefully I can see more of the south on the conference circuit.

I’m still writing quite a bit. Looking forward to finishing bitter blue, picking back up on FAWL stuff, doing a quick oneshot for phichimetti week. It is just taking a tremendous amount of energy to do things that I really like a lot, with short little bursts between. Like I wrote pretty much *all* of Bitter Blue ch 4 yesterday at a panera between 10:30-3:30. I didn’t write several week nights this week.

BUT I know that this is temporary. I’m going home to my family of choice soon. I’m trying to force myself to work towards rewards. 7 days sober and I bought dream daddy, Yuri nendo preorder on the assumption i’ll be sober til anime fest, Voltron s3 on friday etc. All the scary career stuff will work out eventually.

i’m in houston until the 17th, and then in dallas for anime fest the 17th-20th

Thank for providing a mini therapy sesh anon. omg.

anonymous asked:

Dear Princess Celestia, your joker-like appearance makes me wonder: what are your feelings on pranks? I am delightful for having this moment of your time and even more for your answer. I wish you to have the most excellent of days. Your faithful fan, Anonymous. P. S.: May I have the honor of a hug?

Celes: Wow, I didn’t know I was princess, cause I been dethroned a long time ago.


Celes: Ever since I been transformed, I had been bit trickery, so yes for the pranks.


Celes: Oh, and thank you, and yes you may have a hug. (along with this kick me note on the back)

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one hundred marvel ladies

1/100 natasha romanoff (aka black widow)

So it has come to my attention that an artist by the name ITBluebeadIT’s doesn’t want me reposting her art on my blog anymore.

Alright i understand that BUT the thing I wish to know is that why did you block me before i could respond back? That is very immature of you and childish. Like wtf? I can’t say anything and what you have to say has to come first? So damn rude. I was gonna respond back to you on DA threw the note you had sent me. But you prohibited me to do so. I wanted to make this clear that I have NEVER even once saw on your description of your art not to repost your art anywhere. Which I find it hard to believe that you put that there. When I DO read the description of artist on DA and follow the rules. I never break them the only time i did was when i was new to reposting arts. But like damn..why would you say that you had that rule on there when you clearly didn’t. I seriously saw your description and never once did i see you type down ‘do not repost my art’ nor any of that on your description. Like Any new artist and old artist know the deal that they need to put that on they’re description for others won’t repost they’re art. What bugs me the most is that you blocked me from me saying anything at all..wtf? I’m okay removing your art and all but like DAMN let a person reply back. Don’t act immature like that. 

Another thing is that if you said you have THAT rule on your description of your art..than you should make it visible..OR you must’ve added on your art right now or later when you found out that i reposted your art. Or you freaking DID post it on your description but maybe it was so small. Next time make it bigger font(saw that she added on her description. Like i said before i don’t know). Seriously..that was rude of you. And I would like to know HOW THE FUCK do you know my DA when I did not repost it on here nor did I tell ANYONE else my DA account. Like where did you get that information from?? Did you freaking stalk me or something? Freaking creepy as heck. e ~ e”..I didn’t even get your answer.

This just blew my day..seriously. Next time or ANY artist out there PLEASE do put ‘do not repost’ on your art description on DA for people can know and not be confused. Please! Because I don’t want to repost peoples art on here and be looking like a bad person..that ain’t right. Please DO put a warning it even helps out people who ARE doing much harm than reposting arts on tumblr while giving credits. Respect the artist and don’t edit they’re art like instagram people do. Thank you. And no i don’t want nothing to do with ms rude girl over here.  ITBluebeadIT’s bye~ 

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Our Choices - Leonard McCoy

Requested by anonymous. I took the vows from ones I found on pinterest.

“I can’t believe my daughter is getting married,” your mother said, enveloping you in a bone crushing hug. 

“Neither can I,” Jim said under his breath. She pulled away and slapped his arm. 

“You just wish you were as happy as Y/N,” she said, pulling you both into the house. You looked over at Jim with a smile and he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, but her best friend is Scotty. He’s not my type,” he said, flopping down in his favorite chair. 

“Are we still acting like I stole your best friend from you?” you said, sticking out your hip.

“You did steal him from me.”

“Uh huh.” Your mother rolled her eyes and sighed.

“I haven’t seen the two of you in nearly a year and this is how you’re acting? Jim, your sister is getting married, try to be happy for her.” Jim sighed and sat up, throwing an arm around you.

“I am happy for her. I’m glad she and Bones found each other.” You smirked and kissed his cheek.

“Bones?”

“Jim’s nickname for Leonard,” you explained. Your mother nodded her head and hugged you both again.

“I’m just so glad you’re home,” she said. “Oh, Y/N, I have something to show you. Come up stairs with me.”

“No surprises for me?” Jim asked. You smacked his stomach and followed your mother up the stairs. 

“I can’t wait for you to meet Leonard.” She smiled at you and gave your hand a squeeze.

“Me too. When is he getting here?”

“He went to Georgia to see his family.”

“They are coming aren’t they?” she asked, opening the door to your old bedroom. You looked around the room, noticing that your mother had redecorated.

“Yes, they are,” you said, touching a chip in the wall from a doll you threw at Jim when you were growing up. “His parents are, and a few others.” 

You turned back to your mother and she smiled at you widely. You laughed awkwardly and looked around the room once more. 

“I really love what you’ve done with the room, Mom. But you didn’t have to show me privately.”

“That’s not why I brought you up here.” 

“Oh,” you said, sitting down on the bed. She walked towards the closet and looked back at you once more before opening it. You let out a gasp as you took in the gorgeous gown hanging in front of you.

“Mom,” you said, standing up and touching the intricate flowers sewn into the dress. “I didn’t know you still had this.”

“I could never get rid of it,” she said, smiling at the gown. “You don’t have to wear it, Y/N. I just thought I should offer it to you. No one else is going to wear it.”

“Mom,” you said, taking her hand. “I would love to wear it.” She smiled and took the dress off of the hanger.

“Try it on.” You took it from her and walked into the bathroom. 

“Mom?” you called a moment later. She walked into the room, already beaming. “Can you help me with the zipper?”

“There you go,” she said, pulling the zipper up and clasping it shut. You turned to face her and saw tears forming in her eyes.

“Mom,” you said before hugging her tightly. 

“You look so gorgeous. Your father would have loved to see you in this,” she said. You wiped away a tear and turned to look at yourself in the mirror. The dress fit perfectly, just like you imagined it would when you were young. 

“Thank you so much, Mom.”


“Hey, darling,” Leonard said, spinning you around in his arms. He set you down and you kissed him.

“I’ve missed you,” you said, taking a bag off of his shoulder. “Where are your parents?” you asked, looking into the cab.

“They stayed a day later in Georgia. They’re trying to convince my grandmother to come.” You grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze.

“I would love that.”

“Plus, I didn’t want the both of us to meet each other’s parents on the same day.”

“Are you nervous?” you asked, looking up at him. He swallowed and shot you a look.

“I just want to make a good impression.”

“Leonard, my mom is going to love you. Oh, there she is,” you said, pointing up towards your home. You notice Leonard clench up and stopped him. 

“Hey,” you said, putting a hand on his face. “My family will love you, and if they don’t, I don’t care. I love you.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss you softly.

“I love you, too,” he said, continuing his walk towards the house. Your mother met you halfway up the driveway and immediately hugged Leonard. He laughed and looked up at you with a smile.

“It’s so good to finally meet you,” she said, looking up at him. “I’ve heard wonderful things.”

“You too, ma’am. Y/N always talks about you.”

“All good things, I hope,” she said, taking one of his bags.

“We can get it, Mom.”

“I know you can,” she said, holding open the door for the two of you. “But I don’t need to be waiting for the two of you to haul all of his things. We have a wedding to get ready for.”

“Oh really, who’s getting married?” Jim asked, walking into the room. 

“Jim,” Leonard said with a smile.

“Hey, Bones,” he said, giving his best friend a hug. “How’re your folks?”

“Good. They’re excited.”

“We are too,” your mother said. She linked an arm with Leonard’s and dragged him across the room. She stopped at the stairs and turned towards the both of you. “Now, your room is the first door on the left-”

“Mom, we can share a room,” you butted in. She looked back at you and rolled her eyes.

“Maybe for tonight, but you can’t see each other on the wedding day.”

“Which is two days away,” you said, linking your hand with Leonard’s. “I promise, I’ll kick him out the night before.”

“Fine. You two get settled in, but make sure to be down in an hour. We have a lot to go over.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You pulled Leonard up the stairs and brought him into your childhood bedroom.

“Sorry about her,” you said, running your hands through your hair. Leonard chuckled and shook his head. 

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for. She’s great.” You leaned up and kissed Leonard, deeply this time, like you had wanted to do for the past couple of days. 

“I’m so glad you’re here.”

“So am I. Five days apart is too long.”

“I agree. I miss the rest of the crew, too.” Leonard put his hand on his heart and grimaced.

“Wow, that hurts.” You laughed and rolled your eyes.

“In a different way. I saw an abandoned ship on the road a few miles back and wished I could take it back to Scotty.”

“He’ll be here.”

“Yeah, but not to take apart a ship.”

“Oh yeah, what is he coming for?” Leonard asked with a smile. 

“Hmm,” you said, laying back on your bed. “I’m not sure.” Leonard laid on top of you and kissed you softly.

“Huh, I wonder if it has to do with our wedding?”

“Ya know,” you said, sitting up on your elbows. “You might be right.”

“I love you,” Leonard said with a laugh.

“I love you, too.”


“Mom, please stop crying,” you said, fighting back tears of your own. She sniffed as she helped pin the veil in your hair.

“I can’t help it! My baby is getting married.”

“I know,” you said, looking up at her. Her hand brushed your cheek and she kissed your forehead.

“You look absolutely stunning.” 

“Thank you.” You sat down at the mirror and finished touching up your makeup. You heard knocking at the door followed by a ‘wow.’

“Jim,” you said, sitting up. He smiled at you and you could see him fighting off tears.

“Y/N, you look beautiful. Bones is a lucky man.” You hugged your brother. 

“How’s he doing?” you asked, slipping on your shoes.

“He’s good,” Jim said. “Are you ready?”

“Almost.”

“Okay, honey,” your mom said, coming over to you. “I’m gonna go out there. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Okay,” you said, taking a deep breath.

“I love you.”

“Love you, too.” When the door closed you went back over to your mirror, fixing the veil once more. “Thank you, Jim.”

“For what?”

“For walking me down the aisle. And for being so supportive of Leo and I.”

“Of course, Y/N,” he said, pulling the veil over your eyes. “Are you ready?”

“I think so,” you said, taking your bouquet from him. He held out his arm and you linked arms with him. You walked down the steps of your back porch and could see everyone standing already.

“I promise you,” Jim whispered. “Bones is much more nervous.” You smiled at him and began walking towards the grassy aisle covered in flower petals. Your eyes met with Leonard’s and you saw him wipe a tear away. You laughed, fighting off tears of your own. 

When you reached the end, Jim shook Leonard’s hand before giving him a hug. Leonard held out a hand for you and you followed him up to the front. 

“Hi,” he said quietly.

“Hi,” you said with a smile. Staring into Leonard’s eyes, you barely registered anything that the minister was saying. The only thing you heard was him mention something about vows. Leo gave your hand a squeeze before taking a deep breath.

“Y/N, I feel like everything in my life has led me to you. My choices, my heartbreaks, my regrets. Everything. And when we’re together, my past seems worth it. Because if I had done one thing differently I might never had met you. 

“My past is all worth it because you’re my future. I can’t wait to experience every choice, regret, heartbreak, happiness, and love with you. I am so grateful that I get to love you for the rest of my days.” You wiped away a few tears of your own and took a breath.

“Leonard, I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe that we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway.

“And I’d choose you, in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you. And I’d choose you.” Leo was crying a lot more now and you let more tears slip from your eyes.

When you exchanged rings and the minister finally pronounced you husband and wife, you fell into Leonard’s arms. He dipped you down as he kissed you passionately. When he whipped you back up, you looked out onto the crowd of your friends and family.

Everyone was smiling and clapping and you looked up at Leonard. He took your hand in his and led you back down the aisle, to boldly go where neither of you had gone before. Together.

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Prompt: Beca and Chloe are married (kids or not, your choice) and Beca gets killed, but a body is never found. Chloe thinks that she is seeing Beca around... (yeah take that where you want to I guess) Thanks :)

It’s been awhile since Chloe got the call, but she’s still in the exact same spot, daring not to move out of fear her nightmare will become reality if she enters the world beyond her mind. There was still some reason within her, somehow. Because even though she was already halfway through the stairs, hurrying to get to the site of the accident, she dropped down on the fifth step, knowing the kids were gonna be home soon and she wouldn’t make it back on time.

She’s not even sure what she’d do there, when she’d stop the car at the “Mile 220” sign. Maybe to see it with her own eyes for the grieving process, maybe to try and save Beca who’d already been declared dead. It took everything inside to stay in the house, but she’s not sure she’s made the right decision.

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Things in Ichigo's Repression Box


As requested by anon. :)


Wow, I totally forgot about this joke! But back in the day I made a couple jokes about how Ichigo had a “Repression Box” into which he shoved things that he reeeeeeally didn’t want to think about. In both of the lists linked above, Ichigo was using his Repression Box to avoid thinking about shipping pairs that he did not wish to imagine. But what if Ichigo used his Repression Box to stop thinking about other, more canon things? What might Ichigo shove into his Repression Box?


1. The sheer number of people who have been spying on him pretty much for his whole life

Ichigo: Between Aizen’s bug cameras…

Ichigo: Soul Society spying on me through my Substitute Shinigami badge…

Ichigo: The fact that sometimes I can’t see shinigami so they could be standing next to me at any moment…

Ichigo:

Ichigo: Is there anyone who hasn’t seen my penis? 


2. The things that Kon might do when he has Ichigo’s body

Ichigo: Sometimes I leave my body in control of a sex-crazed, morally ambiguous artificial soul.

Ichigo: How many times has he used me to masturbate?

Ichigo: I prefer not to think about that.


3. The things that might happened when nobody is in Ichigo’s body

Ichigo: Sometimes I leave my body lying around, empty.

Ichigo: In the street, sometimes.

Ichigo: How many squirrels do you think have pooped in my hair?


4. Any of the times he didn’t look cool

Ichigo: I am a teenage boy. Looking cool is very important.

Ichigo: So sometimes I’m like….did I let Ishida tie my sword to his head? In front of actual witnesses?

Ichigo: No. Not if I try extra hard to forget.


5. The fact that most of his friends tried to kill him at some point

Ichigo: Sometimes I’m hangin’ out with my shinigami friends, and I’m like, “Wow. Pretty much everybody here tried to kill me or one of my friends at some point.”

Ichigo: And then I decide to think about something else instead.


6. How very shady Urahara is

Ichigo: It’s not like I haven’t noticed that he’s shady as fuck. 

Ichigo: It’s just - if I let myself think about it, it becomes a bit harder to just do what he says, you know?


7. Naked Yoruichi sitting cross-legged in front of him

Ichigo: Luckily, I’m pretty sure her doing that shut down my brain, because when I think back, I just see static, like when your TV breaks.

Ichigo: But I figure I shouldn’t tell Yoruichi that. She might be offended.


8. The fact that his dad might have hooked up with somebody he knows

Ichigo: Dad used to live in Soul Society.

Ichigo: Did he, like, date anybody I know?

Ichigo: I prefer to not think about that at all!


9. What happened in Sentoki’s hot spring

Ichigo: I have to repress it.

Ichigo: Otherwise, seeing anybody eat peaches is - problematic.


10. His likelihood of surviving into his twenties

Ichigo: Yeah….I’ll probably be dead before I leave my teens.

Ichigo:

Ichigo: But why think about that when I can fight instead?

So I was dicking around in Tanaris on my mage before getting ready for Turkey Day dinner and someone just so happened to turn me into a turkey before I went out to do the hot air balloon rescue mission quest so when I hit the escape back to Gadgetzan button this happened and I couldn’t think of a more fitting way to wish everyone a happy Thanksgiving!!

HOPE EVERYONE HAD A LOVELY DAY AND IS STUFFED AS FULL OF FOOD AS I AM!!