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Every Bit of It: Part One

Soulmate AU: Everyone has a line that starts from their ring finger that goes to their heart, and in the line is spells out the very frst thoughts you have about your soulmate.

Tyrannus Basilton Pitch hates his line. It’s just like everyone else, but there is only one word repeated over and over and over again. “Wow.” Am I really not more creative than that? Whoever my soulmate is better be “wow” worthy otherwise I will be pissed off. Then again, I’m pissed off a lot.

I wonder what other people’s lines say. Some just say “They’re beautiful,” where others say “Those shoes are ugly as hell.” I think it’s funny, the variety of thoughts that people can have about someone they are truly destined for. Not that I believe all this shit. My friend Agatha doesn’t have a line. When she was younger she wanted to get a tattoo of one, just to make her look normal, but since then the tattooing of the lines have become illegal. I guess there have been too many people in Agatha’s position where they get lines and steal soulmates from other people. Agatha isn’t like that though. She just wanted a line, no words, to make her look normal.

Work today is slow as a bitch. Why does no one want coffee? Coffee is great. I am debating getting some when the door dings open. Two people walk in, but the sun from outside blocks my view of them.

“Honesty, Simon, do you really need to go to every single store in London to find these bloody scones? I want to go home,” a girl’s voice said.

“Yes, Penny. You know I am addicted to them.”

I rolled my eyes. Wow, I thought. Scones? Then I froze. I thought wow. Is that..?

Simon and Penny walked up to the counter. “Hi! Do you have scones?”

“Um, yeah, what kind do you want?” I asked him, movements slow in case he realized that maybe I was his soulmate.

“Sour cherry,” he said. And then he froze. “Give us a minute will you?”

He dragged the girl away and whispered to her. His hands were moved everywhere, he gestured to where his line is, and he blushed when he realized I was staring at him. I got the sour cherry scones for him, I didn’t know how much he wanted so I just gave him five since they are sold in bundles of five. I waited for them at the counter. Penny went and sat down and he walked back to the counter. Holy shit. He’s really cute.

He has bronze curls and blue eyes. His face is covered in freckles and little moles and it’s the cutest thing I’ve seen in a while.

“I have five scones for you, do you want more?” I ask him.

“Five is good, but I would like your number,” he replies. Damn, he’s good.

“Let me get that for you..?”

“Simon. My name is Simon “Your Soulmate” Snow.“ He actually used finger quotes around "Your Soulmate.” He smirked like hell when he did that. Why did I feel like he should never smirk?

“That’s smooth, Snow. That’s smooth,” I whispered as I was writing my number on his receipt. “Now, just because you are my soulmate doesn’t mean you don’t have to pay for these scones and my number. That’ll be 3.49.”

“Does that include or not include your phone number?” He asked, handing me the money.

“My number costs one date with you.” I answered, handing him the scones and my number. “I’m off in an hour.”

“I’ll wait for you here,” he winked and walked back to Penny, who was silently recording the entire encounter.

“Did you get it?” Snow whispered just a little too loud.

Penny smiled. “Every bit of it.”

I don’t think I hate my line anymore.

anonymous asked:

"Straight people are hurting me quite a lot actually so I'm gonna keep throwing stones and you can keep doing you" lol wow I'm sorry we hurt you so much I guess we'll just change our sexual orientation if you don't like it oh no sorry we can't. I'm fucking tired I see this shiet so much lately, like I try with all my heart to support tjlc and gay rights and lgbt representation irl and what I get is mostly hate bc I'm straight wow equality at it's finest

if your response to lgbt people saying “i have been hurt by straight people” is literally “lol” and then a fuckin lament about how your het pain is valid bc you have to endure the horrors of reading a couple JOKES about straight people you have no fucking idea about oppression or queer rights and i want you to unfollow this blog and never come back. if a couple queer individuals making jokes about you can make you reconsider being an ally you were never a fucking ally. you have not had profanities yelled at you while holding hands with your lover you have not agonized about whether you can feel safe coming out to you parents so if you don’t AT THE VERY LEAST understand that lgbt people are oppressed and straight people are not i legitimately feel like you have no place in the tjlc community. some gay kids made a joke that offended YOU as a straight person? pull your head out of your ass and get over it. we have real problems to deal with it and i feel no sympathy for you

anonymous asked:

HALLO! can i request a reaction where you fight with bts and he say something hurtful but with fluffy ending please :)

hello! thanks for your request, i enjoyed this a lot and i’m rly sorry this took so long,, i’m a slow writer


  • “Well. If that’s how you really feel, then maybe we need to take a break from each other.”

You couldn’t fucking believe it. Was he really saying what you thought he was?

Your head began to spin and you could feel yourself starting to panic. You needed to get out of there. You grabbed your keys and a jacket and ran out of your apartment as fast as your legs would carry you, not bothering to shut the door behind you. You kept going for a block or two before stopping next to a convenience store, sitting down on the bench outside and holding your head in your hands.

How could this be happening?? You couldn’t even remember what you’d been fighting about. Something stupid, you were sure of that. You’d lost your temper and blown up at Jin, and now he wanted to break up, and holy shit, what were you supposed to do now? He was the only man you’d ever loved, the only one you could ever imagine yourself being with. You’d been planning to get married. How could you have fucked up the one thing that had managed to go right in your life?

You felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, what the –!”  Fuck.

Jin was standing in front of you, looking as pitiful as you’d ever seen him.

“Y/n……please listen to me. I need you to know that I didn’t mean what I said back at the apartment. I knew I didn’t mean it before I was even finished saying it. You’re the woman I want to marry. I don’t even know what I would do if I lost you. Please. Please forgive me.” 

“Please say you’ll stay with me.” His voice wavered as he looked down at you, pleadingly.

You couldn’t stop crying. You couldn’t bring yourself to care. All you could do was nod.

Jin breathed a long, shaky breath out, a look of pure relief breaking out on his face. Pulling you towards him, he wrapped you in a hug so tight you could barely breathe. You never wanted him to let go.


  • “Don’t you understand how important this is to me? There’s more to my life than just us, you know!”

Namjoon had spent the better part of the past four weeks at the recording studio. He was there when you got up for work in the morning, he was there when you went to bed at night, and you hardly ever saw him on the weekends. Sometimes he didn’t even come home to sleep; he just spent the night on the old couch at his studio. The most intimate you’d been with each other in the last month was a quick kiss when Namjoon was on his way out the door.

And yeah, you understood why he was doing this. You understood that he wanted to finish recording his mixtape as soon as possible, and you also understood that something deep inside of him was nagging at him to make it perfect. You admired how hard he was working, and you wanted to support him the whole way through.

You just missed him. You missed sleeping with his arm slung over you. You missed eating at your favorite Mexican place with him. You missed kissing him when he’d just gotten out of the shower and smelled like soap and peppermint shampoo.

So, when he said those words to you? It stung. It stung because he didn’t understand why you were upset. Even more so, it stung because you knew he thought you were being selfish.

At a loss for words, all you could do was stand there, staring at Namjoon with tears welling up in your eyes, your mouth half open in disbelief. Namjoon’s face softened instantly, and you could see that he regretted saying what he did.

“Oh….fuck. Aw, no, y/n, please don’t cry. Shit. I didn’t mean that at all. You know I didn’t. You mean more to me than anything. I just…..I’ve been working towards this for so long. And it’s like…I’m almost there. It’s so close.”

You swallowed, hard. “I know that. And I’m so excited for you. So, so excited and so, so proud of you. I just miss you. I miss us.”

Namjoon stepped closer, slipping his hands around your waist. “Oh, god y/n…..I miss you too. Really.” He let out a shaky breath. “I’m gonna try harder to make more time for us.“

He slid a hand farther down your back, grinning down at you cheekily. 

“How does right now sound?”


  • “I said I don’t want to fucking talk about it!!”

You froze. Yoongi had never raised his voice at you like that. Sure, you’d seen him get mad before. Sometimes he even got mad at you. But you had never seen him like this.

You didn’t like it.

Tears stinging at the corners of your eyes, you turned on your heel and went straight to your bedroom, locking the door after you. Leaning against the wall, you ran your hands through your hair, willing yourself not to let the tears fall.

You knew you shouldn’t have pushed him. He’d been so stressed out lately from work, and you’d thought that if you could just get him to talk about it, he would feel better. Usually, Yoongi would give in and vent to you about whatever was bothering him, but this time he just… lost it. He’d never talked to you like that before, and it really upset you.

You heard a soft knock on the door to your bedroom.


Of course it was Yoongi.

He knocked again, a little louder this time. “Y/n, please open the door. We need to talk.”

Hesitantly, you unlocked the door and sat down on the bed. A beat later, Yoongi entered the room, rubbing his neck sheepishly. You turned your tear-stained face toward him, not looking him in the eye. Yoongi looked visibly upset at seeing that he’d made you cry.

“Can I sit down?” he asked. You nodded, and he moved to sit next to you on the bed. You could tell that he was being deliberately gentle.

A few moments passed before Yoongi finally spoke. “Y/n….. I’m really sorry.” He took a deep breath before continuing, “I should never have yelled at you like that. I don’t know what the fuck’s wrong with me. I don’t know, maybe it’s the lack of sleep, or the late hours at work, or the pressure of this new album – anyway. I know it doesn’t matter. I was way out of line. And I want you to know that I’d never hurt you on purpose. I’m so sorry, y/n.”

You sniffled. “Yoongi. It’s okay. I know you really didn’t mean it. And,” you paused, looking at him pointedly, “I know it’s never going to happen again.”

He nodded, looking serious, but relieved all the same. “Thank you, jagi. I love you so much.” He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you to his chest.


  • “That’s the problem with you! All you ever do is shut me out!”

Your depression had been flaring up again. In the past when you were feeling low, all you wanted was to be alone in your room. Sometimes you’d do nothing for days at a time. It was how you coped, even though it didn’t seem to really make anything better.

As much as it killed you to admit it, deep down, you knew that Hoseok was right. You did shut people out. You were fiercely independent, often to a fault, and Hoseok was earnestly helpful in the same way.  Hoseok always noticed when you were feeling like this. He could be incredibly perceptive when it came to you. When it seemed like you were in a bad place again, he would do everything he could to make you feel better. it was sweet, but it could also be really fucking annoying. All you wanted to do right now was be left alone! Why couldn’t he see that?

You felt terrible for pushing Hoseok away, but you felt even worse that he’d pointed it out to you. Who was he to tell you how you should be feeling? And why couldn’t he stop trying to help for five seconds?

You heard the glass door that led to the balcony of your apartment slide open behind you. You didn’t need to look to know that it was Hoseok.

“Hey.” You didn’t respond.

“So… I know you’re irritated with me, and I know you want to be alone. But, hear me out for just like, thirty seconds.” You hummed, letting him know you were listening.

Hoseok took a deep breath. “I’m sorry for accusing you of shutting me out. It wasn’t fair of me to say that. I know you’re going through a really rough time right now. But listen, jagiya. It kills me to see you hurting like this. But I really think that if you would let me go through this with you, together, it would help you. I just want to be by your side, through the good and the bad.”

You felt like such an ass. Hoseok really did care about you.

You still wouldn’t look at him, but this time it was to hide the tears forming in your eyes. It was no use, though. Hoseok moved closer to you, wrapping you in a big bear hug from behind. You melted into him, letting his touch comfort you. “Okay,” you whispered. “I’ll let you in.”


  • “If you like him so much, why don’t you date him instead?”

You couldn’t believe Jimin would even pull this shit on you.

You’d just been promoted at your new job, and one of your coworkers had offered to treat you to drinks tonight to celebrate. Now, normally this wouldn’t be a problem, except it just so happened that this coworker was a man. (A married man, to be specific, whose wife worked in the same office as the two of you and trusted her husband to make friends like a big boy. What a novel concept.)

“Okay, you know what, Jimin? I guess I just won’t go tonight. I guess I’ll just miss out on my plans to celebrate my new job because you’re feeling jealous.” The sarcasm in your voice was practically tangible.

Throwing your purse down, you stormed down the hallway towards your and Jimin’s bedroom.

“And, by the way, Jimin? He’s married. His wife works with us. Do you really think I would cheat on you? And with a married man, no less. But it’s nice to know that you don’t trust me.” You finally reached the end of the hallway, entering the bedroom and slamming the door.

God. How could Jimin even accuse you of something this ridiculous? He knew that you loved him, that you were in love with him. You couldn’t believe he would blow something this insignificant out of proportion like this.

You were just kicking off your heels when you heard the door to your bedroom open. You turned around to see Jimin standing in the doorway, looking hesitant.

“Jimin, I am seriously not in the mood to hear whatever you have to say right now –”

“Y/n, I’m sorry.” Jimin cut you off. “I was an ass. I didn’t know the guy was married, but that’s not even what matters right now.” He took a few steps, bridging the gap between you.

Looking into your eyes, Jimin continued. “I’m sorry I made you think I don’t trust you, because that’s not it, I just….I don’t know. I’m scared you’re going to find someone you like better than me. I dunno. I think about it a lot.”

Your heart was breaking.

“Jimin….I love you. I want to wake up next to you every day for the rest of my life. There’s never going to be anyone else for me.” Placing a hand behind his head, you pulled him in to you and just barely touched your lips to his, hoping to reassure him.

Jimin let out a breathy sigh. “I love you, y/n. Now….get outta here,” he said, handing you your heels.

You hesitated. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Jimin nodded, looking serious. “For real, y/n. Go, have fun! Besides…..” he paused to wink at you. “I’ll be here waiting for you when you get home.”


  • “I’m just not ready for that right now, okay? Stop trying to move so fast!”

You really didn’t expect Taehyung to react this way when you mentioned going to your parents’ house for Christmas this year. 

You’d been together for almost a year and he still hadn’t met your family, despite the countless offers you’ve made to introduce him. You didn’t understand what the problem was; you’d met his family on several occasions and even had lunch with his sister now and then. They were as sweet as could be, and you loved them. You wanted Taehyung to have that kind of relationship with your own family, but every time you brought it up, he became visibly nervous and changed the subject.

Little did Taehyung know, you’d decided that this Christmas would be it. You had already called your parents to let them know, and they were so excited to finally meet the man who made their daughter so happy. You couldn’t wait to surprise Taehyung with the news.

Let’s just say he didn’t take it as well as you’d planned.

Taehyung completely freaked out. “Y/n, oh my god, we’ve talked about this! You said we were going to wait before visiting your parents!”

This made you even more exasperated than you already were. “No, Tae, you know what? We haven’t talked about it. You have never once given me an actual reason why you don’t want to come home with me! Are we not serious?! Do you not want to be a part of my family, like the way I am with yours?”

Taehyung’s huffy expression disappeared, and was replaced by one of slight embarrassment. “That’s the problem,” he muttered.

“What?” you asked, confused.

Taehyung looked up at the ceiling. “I’m afraid that they won’t like me, okay?” he said quietly. “I’m loud, and too hyper, and not serious enough. I’m worried they won’t think I’m enough of an adult to be with their daughter.”

You thought you could feel your heart shattering into a million pieces. “Oh….Tae.” That was all you could say. You opened your arms, feeling Taehyung lean into you, just letting you hold him.

“Taehyung…..they’re going to love you, because I love you. But if you don’t give them the chance, you’ll never find out. Please, do this for me. Please come home with me for Christmas.” A few beats passed before you heard a muffled “……Okay.” against your shoulder.


  • “I don’t have to consult you every time I want to do something!”

It was after two in the morning when you finally heard Jungkook unlock the door to the apartment you shared. You were laying in bed staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep without Jungkook beside you.

Jungkook opened the door to your bedroom, his movements slow and deliberate. He probably thought you were sleeping.

“Where have you been?” Your voice startled Jungkook, causing him to run into the wall.

“Ow! Y/n, you scared me!” Rubbing his arm from where he’d bumped the doorframe, he continued, “I was out with the boys. It’s Yoongi’s birthday.”

You crossed your arms. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to be out so late?”

Jungkook huffed. “Um? Sorry, I didn’t realize you were the boss of me? Am I not allowed to hang out with my friends anymore?”

You couldn’t believe what he was saying. “Holy shit Jungkook, I’m not mad that you went out with your friends! I’m mad because you weren’t answering your phone! I’m mad because you didn’t even think to let me know you’d be out this late! I was worried sick about you! And if you don’t get that, I guess you really just don’t understand me.” Grabbing your pillow and a throw blanket, you went into the hallway. “I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.”

You lay on the couch, feeling lonely and a little cold. Was Jungkook really accusing you of being controlling? You didn’t care what Jungkook did as long as you knew he was safe. You never told him to blow off the boys to spend time with you. You loved them as much as he did, and you even joined them sometimes. You were only mad because you were worried that something had happened to Jungkook tonight.

Soft footsteps padded down the hallway. You felt the opposite end of the couch sink.

“……Y/n?” It was Jungkook.

“Hey, y/n, listen.” You didn’t move to look at him, but Jungkook knew you were listening. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you where I was tonight. We didn’t even think we were gonna be out that late. I should have called you.” He hesitated.

“And I’m also sorry that I called you controlling. I know you aren’t. You’re so good to me. I’m so sorry I made you worry.”

Sitting up from your makeshift bed on the couch, you leaned into Jungkook. “It’s okay,” you said. “I may have overreacted a little bit. I know you won’t do it again.”

Jungkook kissed your forehead. “Thanks for being so sweet, y/n. Now…..” He got to his feet, picking you up bridal-style. “How about we get you back into the bedroom?”


It’s been two years today since I zoomed on to this site as my speedy professor son himself!! I honestly can’t believe it!! This is the longest time that I have had a muse that I stuck with TBQH, and I’m still amazed making this account was done on a simple, “Why the frag not.” It’s been quite a journey these past two years I must say, and I’m honored to have made it this far!! It’s so fun to interact with everyone I have met on here, and I can’t imagine my RP life on here without you!!

Below the cut is a list of people who make my time on here wonderful!! Whether we interact on here ether IC or OOC, or I watch ya from afar admiring your work!! Please note: This thing was made last minute-ish, so I may have forgotten some folks!! If I did, I truly am sorry and I love ya all!!

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toruhajime  asked:

hey cj! I really love your writing style and was wondering what or who influenced your writing style? And if you have any tips for new writers? 🌸 (excuse my randomness 😅) hope you have a lovely day!

Ahhh thank you so much!!! You are so sweet, Naz <3

This got a bit long - but the answers are under the cut!

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anonymous asked:

I've never cosplayed because I'm really poor but you definitely showed me I don't need a lot of money in order to do it and I think I'm going to go for it. I just wanted to thank you for that and I'm sorry people can be hateful. I like your cosplays and I'm glad you have fun doing it! Sending love your way.

wow that’s awesome, i really hope it comes out well and thank you love

  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: They brought in Mon-El to be a sort of mentee to Kara but now he's become her lover/ex-lover or whatever that is right now and actually it would have been so much better if the CW created Superboy and actually gave Kara the mentor status of helping Conner become accustomed to Earth and teach him about his powers like she should have done with Clark instead of this weird ass relationship she has with Mon-El.

anonymous asked:

wow ok i am sorry i am sure someone asks you this every day but, are you writing a book? and where do I preorder it? because the lack of laurens resources has driven me to much research and tbh I just keep ending up back here a lot of the time. and I'm like "surely this person has already written this book for us" at this point

I am not writing a book currently, but I would like to write a John Laurens biography someday - he deserves a proper one.  My life is pretty busy as I’m finishing up college and preparing to enter vet school, so I’m not going to have time to write this bio for a while.  But I appreciate your support. :)


“Its always about me……”

Wow, Jack, that’s rude…

it sucks because I can’t help but think that things would be different if I hadn’t gained weight during my lil bout of depression last summer, but he was never okay with my weight even when I was 40lbs lighter so this would’ve happened sooner or later, my gaining the weight just expedited the process

and if I had lost all the weight he wanted me to, I would’ve been terrified of gaining a pound for the rest of my life, for fear of him dumping me, and that’s not healthy either

I know the right person will love me regardless of my weight but it’s hard to believe that when I’ve been made to hate myself, plus it’s not like I want myself to be this weight either, so I’m just having all kind of conflicted emotions

I miss feeling loved and wanted and important and special

I was so lonely all the time by the end of our relationship and all I wanted was to feel loved no matter what, and he couldn’t do that, so we were right to end things

I’m still lonely now though so I’ve been dealing with that by fucking my guy friend and that probably won’t end well either because I’m really fucked up and need to work on my mental health before even thinking about dating another person but I’m treating him like a boyfriend and that’s not fair to him

if I had been thin from the start, none of this would have ever happened, and I just wish I would stop thinking that because it just keeps fucking me up more

You used to have a crush on me
when we were freshman and still part of the same group and
you can deny it all you want but I swear to god there must have been one second where you really did like me
like that.

and now we don’t talk because
i think you think I’m fucking crazy and maybe you’re right but
that doesn’t have anything to do with you that’s more
to do with how scared I get that
everyone’s going to leave me because
if we’re being honest
a lot of people have left me
it’s not like it’s much of a stretch to think you would too.

i guess im just sorry about all the poems and
all the things I say when I get drunk.
im sorry you cared so little and
i cared way too fucking much.

—  how long do you need because I can’t be the one to break this silence– lily rain

ourasksuicune  asked:

Alx, I just wanted to say, the May before last I suffered a devastating loss, my father died and I was really hurt, can you hug me and hand me a tissue because it hurts so bad! *sobbing*

“hopefully my singing helps you to feel better<3″

Sorry for the late post, this took a lot longer than I thought. Worth it though i really like this one, I hope you like this and stay well <3  

  • Akamatsu: 'If there is anything anyone of you need to get off their chest, please do so. I'm your leader and I'm always here to listen to your problems and solve them.'
  • Ki-bo: 'Well, actually...'
  • Akamatsu: 'Is there something you want to say?'
  • Ki-bo: 'When I was still very young my life was already ruined...'
  • Akamatsu: 'Oh, that sounds really awful and I don't know if I can help with something tha-'
  • Ki-bo: '... When my creator revealed my existence to the public they asked the audience if they have any questions about my abilites...'
  • Akamatsu: 'Uhm yeah, but tha-'
  • Ki-bo: '... And then this little guy stood up and asked: 'That's all fine but does it have a dick?' and I was so embarrassed...'
  • Akamatsu: 'Wow, that's rude but-'
  • Ki-bo: 'And even the magazines wrote about that I'm an awesome robot but it's still unknown if I have a dick!'
  • Akamatsu: 'Uhm.. Yeah... But-'
  • Ki-bo: 'The audience was supposed to learn my creator's genius when he showed me for the first time. I mean, I am a robot with a lot advanced functions and a growing self-aware AI, just everyone only talked about my dick!'
  • Akamatsu: 'I'm so sorry about that but does anyone have a real, solvable problem that doesn't lie like a decade in the past?!'
  • Kokichi: 'Actually, I have a really recent problem. I feel kind of guilty...'
  • Akamatsu: 'Oh really, Kokichi-kun?'
  • Kokichi: 'Yeah. So when I was still smol, I was soo fascinated in robots...'
  • Ki-bo: '.... Don't tell me...'
  • Kokichi: 'So I went to this public conference...'
  • Ki-bo: '.... No....'
  • Kokichi: 'And there was this Professor and his really cool new robot...'
  • Ki-bo: ' NO '
  • Kokichi: 'So I wanted to know if he has a dick-'
  • Ki-bo: 'I HATE YOU SO MUCH!!!'
  • Akamatsu: 'Can you two just shut up for a moment?!'

I kissed him in the bed of his truck in the middle of the desert on a freezing night. Curled in thick blankets and sipping hot chocolate and sharing a joint, I kissed him.
He tasted like chocolate and smoke and something indescribable. Something purely Ari. I kissed him with all the love in my heart as the light from the stars cascaded onto him like they knew how precious he was. That he was the whole universe wrapped into one beautiful being.
I framed his face with my hands and I kissed him. God, did I kiss him. I kissed the universe. The universe tasted like chocolate and smoke and Aristotle Mendoza.

anonymous asked:

okay wow i'm gonna ask a lot of questions here because i want a life like yours. so how do you make a living to travel to all these places? what kind of camera do you use? did you go to college? when did you start traveling? i'm sorry i'm just so curious on how i can make my dream become a reality like you did.

About 2 years ago I started working for myself. I plan cultural trips and help expats move abroad. It’s called “remote work” or being a “digital nomad” because you can work from wherever there’s wifi. 

A lot of people become freelancers to live the digital nomad lifestyle. Right now I’m working from Las Vegas (spending time with family) but after the holidays I’ll base myself in Italy or Colombia for a few months because why not lol.

If you don’t want to freelance or start a business, there are a TON of companies that hire for remote work – tech jobs, customer service jobs. I’m gonna do a post listing jobs hiring people for remote work. 

Here is one for now:

You teach English online through Skype and earn $14-$22 per hour. You can obviously do it from anywhere as long as you have internet, so why not do it for a few months in Thailand or Portugal? 

Random Starters: Ice Skating Edition
  • "...How do I do this?"
  • "Woah! This is way harder than it looks!"
  • "Oof! That's the seventh time I have fallen on my face today."
  • "Just take it easy and glide."
  • "Look at that, you're starting to get the hang of it!"
  • "Hey, look! I'm getting the hang of it!"
  • "Wow.. You're so good at figure skating!"
  • "Do you think I could do this in the Olympics one day?"
  • "This is actually pretty relaxing when you figure it out."
  • "...Were you watching me skate this entire time?"
  • "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to stare! B-but you... You are really good at ice skating!"
  • "I know this takes a lot of practice, but can you teach me how to skate like you do?"
  • "Ohh, looks like we have a skater pileup!"
  • Castiel: I'm having a lot of problems, Heaven is against me and my brothers are all trying to kill me.
  • Dean: Yeah I definitely don't like the name Castiel.
  • Castiel: Wow. What a way to kick me when I am down.
  • Dean: Sorry, I'm just trying to think of what I would call my kid if I had one.
  • Castiel: What's wrong with Castiel?
  • Dean: Well you know. It's just, something like this would never happen to my kid if he was called The Hulk, you know?

The twins lie in a pile of tangled legs, blankets, and pillows on the floor of the living room. A cheesy holodrama plays in the background, and the smell of baked cookies and cold Corellian pasta takeout lingers on the air.

Leia is nestled up against Luke’s side, head resting against his shoulder and one hand curled loosely in the front of his shirt. His right arm is draped comfortably around her–where he can poke her in the shoulder whenever she makes a particularly acerbic comment about the ‘drama–and he holds a cookie with his left hand.

“I can’t believe you actually convinced me to watch this,” Leia comments–for the seventh or eighth time since they had started watching the show that morning–as the cam pans out to show Tarra, the protagonist of the show, walk purposefully down a broad walkway, on a mission to confront her supposedly-cheating boyfriend, Robbi.

“You’re the one that picked it, little sis,” Luke replies. It’s the same reply he’s given her the last six or seven times she’s complained.

“Because you only gave me a choice between this and The Stars of DQ.” Leia shudders theatrically against Luke’s side. He pokes her.

“You know you like it,” he teases.

“Do not,” Leia retorts.

Luke snorts. “Uh huh.” A light mental poke joins the second poke he gives her arm, and she pulls back just enough to be able to shove him gently.

“Insufferable baby brother,” Leia mumbles, rolling her eyes.

“Sh,” Luke says quickly, this time gently slapping her arm with the flat of his palm. “Tarra’s at Robbi’s flat.”

Leia hushes instantly.

anonymous asked:

What do you think is your favorite ship in any anime/series/etc.? Also this isn't a questin but your art is great! It's so clean and lovely, I like it a lot :')

first of all, awwww thank you! i’m glad somebody likes my art (≧◡≦) ♡

and idk what my fave ship is… i have a lot.

viktuuri and klance are the big ones. i also really like izetta x fine (from izetta the last witch, many people haven’t heard of it) and maka x crona from soul eater (croma?)

i’m also a big multishipper when it comes to mob psycho