yes this bothered me for days

anonymous asked:

My skins gotten super bad and I'm really self conscious about it. I'll admit it's not as bad as some people's, especially one of my closest friend's, but it's the worst it's ever been. It prevents me from going out too but school break's over now so I have to. Would wearing no makeup help? I don't want to wear any but I'm also scared. Sorry to bother you ily

wearing no makeup for a few days helps TREMENDOUSLY !!! and DO NOT TOUCH YOUR FACE UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES UNLESS YOURE WASHING IT !!! omg i am so sorry i didn’t mean to scream i don’t know what came over me !!! but yes exfoliate 3 times a week and wash ur face with a gentle cleanser in the morning and at night !! and moisturizing is very important too!! follow ur skincare routine with a moisturizer !! i hope this helped !! acne is temporary and i have hormonal breakouts quite often as well ! u are human and you are beautiful

ps you didn’t bother me i love you
I’m Not a Kid

I’m Not a Kid

Word count: 4.2k

Genre: smut


“Y/N” you heard Jungkook sing song. He had been bothering you for the past three weeks. Jungkook was your boss’s son and he had been trying to get you to go out with him since day one.

You had given the papers to your secretary and turned to face him. “Jungkook,” you sighed and walked back over to your office. You walked inside your office and turned to close your door but Jungkook stopped it and walked in. You sighed again and went to sit at your desk. You got on your computer, not looking at him, “Yes, Jungkook.”

“Oh, Y/N” he laughed. “I love when you call me that.”

You looked over at him, “It is your name.”

He just stood there and smiled with a wink. You rolled your eyes, “What did you need?”

He walked over and sat at the on the edge of your desk. “Well, I need a date to dinner tonight?”

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Maybe, Possibly

Summary: Phil’s mother is adamant that he should be settling down, so invites one of his turbulent exes to an annual family get-together the following day. In a moment of panic, he tells her he’s already dating someone. With no other options, he turns to Dan.

Genre: Reality

Word Count: 9k

Warnings: Some swearing, references to alcohol

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anonymous asked:

Can I request DAI party banter with a zevran that romanced a warden who's still alive?

As you wish, my dear anon! I’m sorry this has taken me a while to get to! There are just – so many possibilities given the many Origin’s in DA:O and the many fate’s of the Warden, even if they live. I hope these satisfy. 

Cassandra

If the Warden is King or Queen via any means. 

Cassandra: You are the lover of a monarch?

Zevran: (laughs) Oh yes. Why? Does it bother you Seeker?

Cassandra: I – I don’t know. I can’t decide if it is romantic – or terrible. 

If the Warden married Alistair to be Queen

Zevran: If it makes you feel better we are all quite friendly and close to one another. 

Cassandra: Close? How do you mean, close exactly?

Zevran: My dear Cassandra! Tsk tsk tsk, and here I thought you were a woman of faith! Asking for all the sordid details!

Cassandra: You are a menace.

Zevran: *sighs*

Cassandra: Does something trouble you, Zevran?

Zevran: Only that it has been six month’s since I have seen my warden. You know last time we were apart this long they hunted me down in an Antivan whorehouse and yelled at me for ten entire minutes? 

Cassandra: Why do I have a feeling that I’m going to regret asking? 

Cassandra: Why were you in a brothel? 

Zevran: Why I was visiting family of course! 

Varric

Varric: So, tweety. What’s this I heard about you and the Hero of Ferelden? *laughing* How did you two even meet?

Zevran: Ah, now that is a good story in fact! A rather taciturn sallow-faced fellow named Loghain –

Varric: – Trust me tweety, I’ve known enough Ferelden’s to know who you’re talking about. 

Zevran: Oh, good! Well, he hired me to kill the Warden. And Alistair, of course.

Varric: I’m sorry, you met by trying to kill them?

Zevran: (laughs) Ah, yes. It was a wonderful battle! Well what I saw of it anyway. Knocked me unconscious two minutes in. Lucky for me I was too charming to kill.

Varric: And now the two of you are lovers? *under his breath* and I thought Hawke’s love affairs were strange… 

Zevran: I hear you’re writing a romance serial my clever friend. 

Varric: Don’t try to butter me up, Tweety. And especially not over that pile of nug shit. Who even told you about it, Cassandra? 

Zevran: Ah, sadly no. Well, unless you count how I stole the copy from her pack, but that’s our secret, hm? I was merely wondering if you might like a few – pointers, so to speak. 

Varric: I’m not sure I want to go airing the sexual escapades of the Hero of Ferelden in my books – I like being alive. 

Zevran: *sighs* too bad for you then. My warden and I are very interesting people you know. 

Varric: Trust me, I can do without the details. 

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blue neighbourhood || troye sivan 

wrong store, wrong employee

I occasionally grocery shop for my family once I get out of work myself. I don’t bother to remove my Popular Office Supply uniform or nametag. I LOVE when customers at the grocery get livid with me for not wanting to help them. I’ve been bothered, physically turned around and yelled at for not assisting them.

“HELLO, I AM TALKING TO YOU! YES. YOU, GENIUS.”
I let them continue. I let them be the abhorrent people they really are and then I get to stick it in their faces that “I don’t actually work here.”

That precious moment of realization is like a drug. It makes actually going to work the next day feel much better.

(Also, my uniform is black and offers tech aid?? Why do you expect me to service you in the frozen food section of a red branded store? LMAO)

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Also, at my own job, we get (somehow) mistaken for the OTHER Popular Office Supply stores. There are enormous signs everywhere. It’s on my shirt. It was for real on the building you entered. There’s a button that says our old motto right next to you that your kid is smashing to death.

And you yell at me and leave your 40+ item transaction half completed because you can’t get your company benefits because YOU shopped for AN HOUR in the wrong store. ….at least everything is bagged and easier to put back on the shelves….
This has happened about 6 times 2 months. Kinda blows my mind.

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Did my makeup yesterday and i was hella hot.
I did a winter inspired eye look with frosty white, silver, and blue. I did a valentines day sweetheart lip (thanks to my natural cupids bow and some slight accentuating). And I did dark silver brows and light silver highlights 😊

I have been feeling p feminine lately which is nice cause i was p masc for a while

If you wanna know what i used feel free to ask👌🏼

|They/Them|

This came out a few days ago, but I forgot to post it at the time.

Draw your attention to panel three, because this is something that has been bothering me for about as long as Barack Obama has been in the national spotlight: the idea that it’s his job to cure America of its racist history, or that the perpetuation of racism is a failing of his.

The patently insincere line that so many conservatives have parroted goes ‘It’s such a shame that America is so divided. I thought Obama was supposed to be a uniter.’

Yes, blame the black man for being black and through his very existence and success inspired hatred in people already geared towards resentment of those ‘uppity Negroes.’ Blaming the victim has always struck me as a passive move, a hand wave to dismiss genuine concerns by pretending the universe is inherently fair and just and we all deserve what fortune deals us.

But this takes it to a whole ‘nother level. Acting as if you don’t understand that of course the success of a black man would invite hostility and violence from the wide swaths of racism still permeating the country goes beyond the self-delusion that no one ever suffers unjustly. This requires conscious, deliberate lying; to others, if not to oneself.

I don’t even know if I have to say this, because it should be so obvious that even someone as thick as Gorrell can intuit it, but here goes:

IT IS NOT THE JOB OF ANY SINGLE BLACK MAN, OR ANY MEMBER OF A MINORITY, TO TEACH WHITE PEOPLE TO STOP BEING RACIST.

It was never Barack Obama’s job to educate white people about shit that should be apparent, and the continued existence of racism in this country is a failure of America (white America, at least), not Obama.

As we go forward we’re going to see tons of discussion about Obama’s legacy. There’s a lot I approve of, a lot I disapprove of, and a lot where I think he failed to act one way or another. But the issue of race and racism in this country was never his burden to carry, and I would say that any ink or breath spent on assessing or grading his performance on it is automatically wasted.

Poems for your OTP (Valentine's Edition)

my name is Swan –
badde guys i fite,
with fysts and swordes,
and magike lite,

but wen at home
and in oure nook
with my tru luve,
i kiss my Hook


my name is Hook –
a pyrate dred,
and wen i’m either
live or ded,

in lether blak,
or coate of fawn,
i shower luve –
i kiss my Swan

All I Wanted; C.H. 17

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 , part 5, part 6 , part 7 , part 8 , part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16

A/N: Since I was asked so nicely to bother you all, I’m updating (in the middle of my New Year’s Eve party, SO FEEL LOVED). Celebrate well and stay safe!

I was tired of everything lately. I didn’t want to hear Meredith nag anymore about Calum – because yes, this wasn’t just standard complaining anymore, she was trying to aggravate me – I didn’t want to hear my dad complain anymore about literally anything I did nowadays and most of all – I wanted to be left alone for just one day. That’s also the main reason I decide to switch my phone off, grant myself with a day that was solely about making myself happy, before I had to go back to reality and do something about Meredith and her hatred towards her brother.

All that could pass through my mind was if Meredith was like this before we sort of split ways to pursue some of our individual dreams. When we were younger, did she always try to interfere with everything I did, try to do or had done? Had she always been so vile towards Calum and every other male that I would let my eye fall on when we were out? (I’ll spare you the details of how she broke down a cashier just because I said he had a nice smile)

Was that one of the reasons I had distanced myself in the first place? I couldn’t even remember why or what had happened – although I know it was something bad. We didn’t just stop talking to each other because we were busy, I could feel it was more than that – but I didn’t know what it had been.

A lot of things have passing through my mind, and it seems to have gained momentum when I wasn’t paying attention for the slightest second. A storm cloud was hanging over my head, I am aware of that, but I seemed to just keep circling around it, trying to avoid it rather than get the hell away from it. Calum, however, had been nothing but a gentleman.

A few days had passed since our ‘unsuccessful’ Christmas party and I had seen him for short periods of time, but he actually did his best to fit in right when I had time for a sneaky kiss at the end of my driveway. I still wasn’t sure what we were, but if I got this, I didn’t need any labels. I woke up to a blush causing good morning text and went to bed with one. He’d tell me lame ass stories and stupid jokes, and little by little I got to know Calum better and better.

I was still sitting in my car, in the parking lot. Even though I wanted this day to myself, I absolutely loathed going places on my own. I needed some mental preparation and then my mind would dwell on something else – like this whole ordeal with Meredith and Calum – and before you know it you’ve been sitting in your car for almost an hour.

The first thing on my list was do some shopping for a nice dress and a few well needed shirts, which I could already check off. The second was to try one of the coffees or hot chocolates from this new café in town, who apparently had all sorts of flavours and could do magic with the liquid. Meredith didn’t want to come, she thought you shouldn’t fuck coffee up.

I curse towards myself for being such a chicken and I get out of my car. It’s not as packed as it usually is when I pass here, and I thank every God I can think of as I push the door to the shop open. I let my eyes glide along all the knick-knacks they display, bathing in the scent of fresh roasted coffee as I let my gaze scan rapidly over the menu. “Hello, can I help you?” The small lady behind the cashier asks me and I grin awkwardly as I step closer to her. Eventually she ends up helping me pick something to order because there was just so much that I wanted to try.

I’ve already been sitting at a table for two for quite some time, mindlessly skimming through the morning paper before I hear a voice speak up. “Y/n, is that you?”
When I raise my gaze I’m pleasantly surprised to see Harry stand in front of me. I grin brightly, standing up straight to hold my arms out to my long lost friend for a hug. “Harry, how lovely to see you.”

“Likewise, babe. Is this seat taken?” He points to the chair in front of him and I ferociously shake my head as I take my own seat once more. “No, no. Of course not, please, sit.”
“So what have you been up to? Still in school, yeah?” Harry smiles as he takes a sip of his own cup, beautiful green eyes trained on me. I hum in return, folding the newspaper and discarding it to the side. “Sadly, yes. But I’m almost there. And you? Still at your same job?” When Harry shakes his head I can’t help but let the little gasp slip past my lips. “I quit that job. Right now I’m working in retail until something better runs along.” I nod my head in agreement before I smile again as I remember.

“And how are you and your girlfriend? It was – uh – Vanessa, right?” Harry nods his head, this is probably the first time I’ve ever gotten her name right – and it wasn’t even that I didn’t want to remember, she just didn’t seem that important to me (yes, I’m a bitch, what do you expect?)

“Oh. We recently broke up. She wasn’t what I thought she’d be. It’s better like this.” Harry sighs as he leans back in his seat, tattoos showing from underneath his loose, white shirt. I’ve always drooled over Harry’s tattooed body. I purse my lips, my hands curling around my cup as I avert my gaze from Harry’s. “That’s too bad. Well, I’m sure you’ll find someone else who’s ten times better for you.

I can’t help but softly smile in reciprocation as I see the bright beam Harry shoots me. Even though I considered him an actual man: biceps, toned chest, large, intimidating,… He was the biggest teddy bear I had ever met. “And then I run into you. You know, I’ve been thinking about you…”

“About me?” I raise an eyebrow and I feel a shiver run up my spine when I think back to one long year ago – and what presumably was the best summer of my life.
“Yeah. And all the fun we used to have. With you, there was never drama. You weren’t angry when I hadn’t got the time for you, and sex was always amazing.”

I can’t help it, a loud laugh flows past my lips and I raise my hand immediately to shut myself up, the red hue already appearing on my cheeks. “That was because it was just sex, Haz. I didn’t have the rights to be your nagging girlfriend.” Harry licks his lips and I almost can’t keep my eyes off of them but I raise my own gaze back to his eyes nevertheless.

“You can’t say it was just that, Y/n. We were mates and I trust you with my life. It’s completely different.” Harry defends whatever there is to defend with such fierce force, but he is right anyway. “I can’t disagree with you. What we had was good.”

“Would you maybe be interested in doing it again?” Harry smiles deviously and for a second I curse that I’m involved with Calum. But with Calum, it’s still different. It seems more passionate, there’s more feeling behind it. Harry was amazing for the rough sex you’d need every once in a while, but wasn’t someone I’d cuddle with after.

“As much as I hate to decline your offer like this – I’m sort of involved with someone.” An awkward smile slips on my lips. I had forgotten what a good friend Harry had indeed been to me, because without a second though his smile is bright again and his hand lands on my arm in a light slap. “Seriously? I’m so happy for you. Who is he? Do I know him?”

“Well, you know Meredith, right?” I wait for Harry to nod his head because of course he knows her, she tried to weasel her way in Harry and I’s friendship – see, I knew it had happened before – but Harry caught on to her before I did. I never said anything about it though.
“Her brother.”

“Cal? Damn. But isn’t he like - ?” Harry trails off, biting his lip and I shrug my shoulders in response so I don’t have to do it verbally. “I guess. We’ll see.”
“Of course! But still, I’m happy for you. You deserve some guy that takes care of you.” The hand that’s still lying on my arm squeezing the skin gently and I feel an urge to throw my arms around him again. I had missed being in his presence, although in the last year I had seen him it mainly revolved around sex. He was a fun chat and whenever I had things on my mind I couldn’t share with my girls, he was more than willing to help.

“It was so nice to see you again. Maybe now don’t take so long to get back on my radar?” I smile as I let my hands slide around Harry’s neck, hauling him in for one of his comforting bear hugs. He squeezes me roughly as he presses his lips against my cheek briefly, patting his hands on his jeans as he retracts. “I’ll do my absolute best. I miss my partner in crime.”

“I am not planning on being your wedding date again, Haz. That was horrible your grandma actually thought you were going to marry me someday.” I chuckle, shaking my head when I recall his grandmother trying to ‘sell’ her wedding gown to me for ‘my big day with Harry’.

“Hey, you can’t say the sex in that secluded ball room wasn’t memorable.” Harry winks and I roll my eyes, grin bright on my lips. That would definitely be one of my favourite moments with Harry, yeah.
“Well, I’m off. Text me!” I shout as I already start my way to my car, waiting to see Harry get in his Volkswagen and drive off with another honk.

I feel relaxed and relieved I had given myself this day. I had missed Harry’s presence and I was glad I could catch up with him – his girlfriend wasn’t too fond of me so we kind of chose to close off contact. If only she had known I had shared his bed way more than she ever will.

I don’t know if I’m pleasantly surprised of more shocked when I see Calum’s car parked in front of my home. I decide on the first and make my way over, his door clicking open and my handsome – well, uh – Calum comes into view. “Hi, why are you here?” I question as I lift my head up, Calum’s lips pressing against my jaw, his fingers trailing along my cheek before he raises to his full height again.

“Can we talk?” Calum starts and I already feel the pan gin my chest. As I see the way Calum’s face contorts, I’m sure he sees it on my features as well. “Oh no, Y/n, no, no. I don’t mean it like that.” I let out a sigh of relief, my heart already hammering in my chest as I avert my gaze. I’m rather embarrassed right now. “It’s about Meredith.” That’s not much better either.

P.S.: Happy New Years! May 2017 be kinder to you than 2016 has been to all of us. I hope you get to do what you’ve always dreamed of and are surrounded with only kind and loving people. You all deserve the world.

Whoever you are, I love you.

Alright. Let’s have a civil conversation about this.

See unlike you I don’t need to call you names or disrespect others to make my self feel better. I knew one day that someone would hide behind a screenshot and post on simsecret to post their rude opinion about me. It was inevitable. 

Now I’m not a “fangirl” of hallowsims and yes I do also have a problem with them in my own way. For the fact they had two adfly links, that bothered me. It was a waste of my time but you know what I did? I GOT OVER IT. There was no need for me to work my self up. You want to know why? The content was still free. Now unlike another site I know of giving others content out and you have to pay for it. But they’re so big that no one bats an eye. They steal content and sell it. Yet the original creator is giving it out for free. I’ll probably get hate for this but clearly it needs to be said.  

Here I’ll use Newsea for an example.

Pretty little hair right? Why not have it for males. 

BAM now you have it for males. Let’s just scroll down and downl….

Oh wait. You cant, cause you have to have points??
Now from what I remember you get like what? 1 point maybe 2 everytime you post or comment? Well then, Why not just click on “quick download” 

OH WAIT?? You have to pay for that. 

And you know what people are going to do? They’re going to take the easy way out, They’re going to pay for it. OH BUT THAT’S OKAY BECAUSE NEWSEA GAVE IT OUT FREE RIGHT?? RIGHT?

No. You guy’s got angry at one creator who was just trying to make others happy, just as Maysims is doing. The only difference is Hallowsims was giving things out for free. Yes FREE. Adfly gives you shit all you’re lucky to make $10 a month. Maysims is taking 2 dollars every month so you guys can have a quick download. But that’s fair right? We can let them slide by but not hallow sims. NOPE

runedsterek  asked:

So your tags fuckin kill me, especially the ones about Eskimo kisses. Can u elaborate on Isak x Even Eskimo kisses and why they make you all fuzzy? I'd love to hear your thoughts

HELLOOOOOO MY LOVE!!!

Okay I’ve had this ask sitting in my inbox for a couple of days, because, I really wanna commit myself 100% to when I answer this, and answer it as … fully as I can, because, yes, you’re right. Their eskimo kisses make me all fuzzy. They’re probably my most favourite thing about them. This may get long? But urm … yeah, I need to explain.

Eskimo kissing, honestly, is normally, majority of the times, passed off as “just another trivial act of affection and love”, in most cases. It’s given a moment of appreciation where people go “AWW!! That’s cute!!”, and then … that’s it. You move on. It’s never really dwelled upon that much. In short, what I mean to say is, eskimo kissing is super underrated. 

But Even and Isak make it … much, MUCH more than that. They have it be this constant running theme between them, one that never drops midway through the season once they become more sexually/physically close. It remains. It stays. It sticks. Even until the very, very last scene of the season, it stays. 

Now, I don’t know if … it was scripted? Or if Henrik and Tarjei simply improvised it, but … once they had their very first, proper, eskimo kiss in episode 5, where Even and Isak spend the whole weekend in bed, after their first kiss, it’s been an ongoing Thing. Never edited out. Always being there, incorporated. 

What Even and Isak bring into their eskimo kisses is intimacy. Intimacy on a whole other level.  And it’s amazing, just how they showed that level of intimacy right from episode 5, when they’re both lying in bed that weekend, and they become, for the first time, physically close to one another. It instantly becomes so much more intimate, when Isak rubs his nose against Even’s, and Even waits to see what Isak is doing, whilst Isak is simply allowing him to bask in that feeling of being in the arms of a boy. In the arms of THAT boy that he’s felt so MUCH for. In the arms of Even. And Even smiles. He SMILES when he realises what Isak is doing, because … he’s already head over heels for Isak, but here is this boy, who just wants the smallest of touches, the simple feeling of pleasure you get when you are this close to someone you’ve been crushing on for so long, that you can finally lie in bed and brush noses, and the outside world doesn’t matter. And Even reciprocates it back. That, yeah, I feel that too, Isak. I feel that too. 

Yes, it’s cute. Yes, it’s adorable. But I find it also being EXTREMELY intimate. In fact, even more intimate than their actual kisses. Why? Because their eskimo kisses aren’t just used “when they kiss”, they don’t just eskimo kiss then. They eskimo kiss in other times too: in times where they want to comfort each other, or start a conversation with each other. It’s their direct, first point of contact. 

Case in point: In episode 5, before Even asks Isak “So, what do you think your parents would say if we began dating?”, there’s a small, private, intimate moment between them 2, where Even brushes his nose against Isak’s, then bites his bottom lip and looks down, in apprehension for what he’s about to ask Isak (because he KNOWS how big of a deal this is to Isak and him). Isak senses that Even’s … nervous … and Isak then brushes his nose against Even’s. And that’s when Even works up the courage and takes a breath in, and asks Isak the question. 

And again, in episode 8, when Isak says “Only you can feel what you feel”, Even instantly brushes his nose against Isak, again, comforting him, making it a point of contact, before he tells Isak, “And I haven’t felt anything, quite like this, ever.” It’s SO … private. JUST for them. 

Again, in O Helga Natt, what’s the FIRST thing they do? Isak walks up to Even, and he brushes his nose against Even’s, and then traces his nose against Even’s cheek. It’s SO fucking intimate. It’s SUCH a private moment. It’s literally … their first point of contact and communication. No words, just a way of them telling each other, “Hey, we don’t have to speak, but I’m here, ready to listen, when you’re ready to talk. In the meantime, let’s do something we’re both familiar with.”, and they brush their noses against one another.

In episode 10, during Minutt for Minutt, that last bit, where Isak brushes his nose against Even’s. It’s a sign of Comfort. Warmth. Safety. Intimacy. It’s so much more than just being “another physical symbol of love”, it speaks it’s own language. And Even’s deep long breaths that you can hear him take during that bit show him wanting to feel safe, and feeling safe, feeling somewhat content that he has Isak there, and that he’s taking in all this familiarity, this warmth, that Isak’s giving him. 

Even in the last scene of the season, before Sana walks in on them, AGAIN, there is this CONSCIOUS moment, where they both eskimo kiss. But here, it’s Even now providing Isak with some courage, with some calm, because even though Isak said to Even that he doesn’t find it awkward meeting Even’s Mum, so as long as Even’s smiling, and wearing clothes, that things will be chill then, Even still knows just how frightened Isak was that night when Even had his episode. Even can still feel the after effects, hear it in the way Isak’s voice became so serious, even if he was saying it light heartedly. And it’s Even that says, “I promise I’ll wear clothes”, but it’s so much more than that? That’s Even saying to Isak that, I know somedays it’s won’t be easy, and I’m sorry that I scared you as much as I did, but know that … I do love you. Know that, I’m still me. Know that, when you get scared, I can feel it. Know that, I want to soothe your worries and comfort you too, just like how you do with me. We can be that for each other. And then Even goes ahead and brushes his nose against Isak’s, for good measure, a visual, physical measure, to once again show that their eskimo kisses are a sign of comfort. It’s intimate. So intimate, that Sana walks in on them doing THAT, instead of having her walk in on them kissing. They could have EASILY shown Sana walk in on them kissing, but she didn’t. Why? Because their eskimo kisses ARE that much more intimate, and she walked in on THAT, and her fond laughter shows that she too realised she walked in on a very private moment between them 2.

And, well, if that doesn’t make me feel all fuzzy, and warm, and safe … then what will?

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anonymous asked:

HOME GURLL!!! I love lon'qu just as much as you and when i got him in fire emblem heros i legit cried. I was soo happy 💕💕 Anyway one of Lon'qu's new voice lines in the game is just him chuckling and its soooooo freaking cute

AHH! HIGH FIVE FOR ANOTHER LON’QU LOVER~! <3

I had so many bad attempts trying to summon him. It took about a day just to get him! TTwTT; But I’m so glad I did because OMG HIS VOICE IS SO BEAUTIFUL~ My fam silently judged me as I just sat at my desk poking Lon’qu to hear his lines over and over again. LMAOOO

And yes, his chuckles are going to bring the end of me. He’s so adorable~ BEST GRUMPY POTATO HUSBAND~

namixchwan  asked:

LAURA, my friend from afar~ Thanks to you, I introduced my brother to the joys of podcasts and now he's bothering me for more (he finished The Penumbra podcast and Ars Paradoxica in 4 days 😐) do you have any recommendations like them? He enjoyed ars paradoxica because time travel and he like the noir feeling of TPP. Please tell me you know more, he won't stop texting me😣 Thanks ❤❤️❤❤️

I forgot about this ask I’M SO SORRY NAMI!!!

I was going to just give a list of podcasts in the same vein, but variety is the spice of life and all that - so you’re getting a list of 60 of my favourite podcasts and your brother can pick and choose :D

  1. The Shadowvane Podcast
  2. The Strange Case of Starship Iris
  3. Rover Red
  4. Passage
  5. Darkest Night
  6. Limetown
  7. Tanis
  8. The Black Tapes
  9. Wolf 359
  10. The Magnus Archive
  11. Mabel
  12. The Orbiting Human Circus (of the air)
  13. The Bridge
  14. EOS 10
  15. Tales of THATTOWN
  16. King Falls AM
  17. The Bright Sessions
  18. The Black Tapes
  19. Wolf 359
  20. Drywater
  21. We’re Alive
  22. Dopple Avenue Hurt
  23. The Alexandria Archives
  24. Adventures of Mechabetty
  25. The Tunnels Podcast
  26. Space Log
  27. SPINES
  28. The Cleansed
  29. SubverCity Transmit
  30. Harry Strange Radio Drama
  31. Radiation World
  32. MarsCorp
  33. The NoSleep Podcast
  34. You Are Here
  35. Small Town Horror
  36. Return Home
  37. Uncanny County
  38. Qwerpline
  39. Archive 81
  40. We’re Alive: Lockdown
  41. Kakos Industries
  42. Welcome to Night Vale
  43. Alice isn’t Dead
  44. Within the Wires
  45. Liberty
  46. The Elysium Project
  47. Wooden Overcoats
  48. The Message/ Life After
  49. Thrilling Adventure Hour
  50. Spire
  51. Hector vs The Future
  52. Freed
  53. The Rogue’s Gallery
  54. Supervillain Corner
  55. The Deep Vault
  56. SAYER
  57. Help Me
  58. Augustine
  59. Alba Salix, Royal Physician
  60. Sable

I have another 70 that I need to listen to - but these should keep him going until then haha

Awful Timing (Luke Hemmings)

*requested*

You were trying to bite your tongue but it was getting harder the more he spoke.

“They were all over me! It was so weird…” he laughed out raising his eyebrows in awe.

“Yeah,” you nodded your head slightly crossing your arms.

“Like I’m engaged and girls are STILL crushing on me! Like…”

“Luke can we not talk about this please?” you said shortly, looking back at him.

He furrowed his eyebrows at you. “I’m just talking about my day…”

“Yeah, but you keep going on about all these girls that talked to you and I’ve told you before that that bothers me,” you sighed out softly.

Luke rolled his eyes. “It’s not like I’m going to go and do anything with them (Y/N).”

“Yes. I know. But do you think it makes me happy hearing that my FIANCE is being hit on by a bunch of girls? No, It’s not nice to hear, so once again can you please stop talking about all the girls that throw themselves at you?”

Luke shook his head and raised his eyebrows at you. “Are you really serious right now?”

“We get married in two weeks, yes I’m serious,” you scoffed out and put your phone down.

“I’m just telling you what happened today, jesus, it’s not a big deal.”

“Luke,” you pinched the bridge of your nose. “I’m going to ask you one more time. STOP talking about other girls throwing themselves at you. It doesn’t make me feel good!”

“Fine! I’ll stop!” he said in an exasperated tone, widening his eyes and looking like he did nothing wrong.

You shook your head and rolled your eyes. “Your mom and I have last minute wedding plans to go over so I’m leaving.”

“Fine.”

Shaking your head, you headed to the front door and headed out to the car. All you wanted was for him to understand where you were coming from. One mention of another guy flirting with you and he would be absolutely livid, but if any girls flirted with him, you were supposed to deal with it and be fine with it. It was bullshit.

When you got home that night, Luke was already up in bed, a movie on the TV and his phone in his hand. You came into the room quietly and put your bag down, going to your side of the bed to plug your phone in before going into the bathroom to brush your teeth and get into your pyjama’s. Neither of you said anything until you were in bed next to him.

“How was it?” he asked.

“Good,” you replied, going onto your phone.

“That’s good…” he murmured.

“Yup.”

The two of you got quiet again and Luke turned back to the moving for a minute.

“Are you not talking to me now?”

“Not unless you’re going to apologize,” you answered bluntly.

“I did apologize!”

“It was barely an apology Luke,” you shook your head. “You are aware that if I said anything about another guy flirting with me, you would go off your shit, but it’s like the minute it’s the other way around, I’m expected to be perfectly okay with it, but surprise! I’m not ever going to be okay with other girls throwing themselves at you Luke! That’s not fair to me!”

You set your phone down on your lap and looked over at him. Luke sighed out quietly.

“You’re right, yeah…” he murmured out softly.

“I just want you to understand how I feel about it all Luke… I’ve asked you a lot…”

“I know and I haven’t been good about respecting that,” he replied.

“No… you haven’t really…”

“I’m sorry… I really am sorry okay?” he turned to look at you.

Nodding your head softly you put your phone back on the bedside table. “That’s a real apology… and I accept it…”

“Thank you…” he murmured out softly.

You grabbed his arm and pulled it around your shoulders before cuddling up into his side.

“I love you so much… and I don’t want to loose you…”

Luke frowned and put his other arm around your chest, kissing your forehead softly and holding you against his chest.

“No one is ever going to take you away from me love… I love you more than anything…” he said with total honesty.

You looked up at him softly and reached a hand up to rub his cheeks gently. He lowered his head softly and waited for you to close the space between the two of you. You attached your lips gently and let your eyes flutter shut.