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Miraculous Headcanon

Warning: i have been adding to this headcanon for nearly a month so it is pretty long xD OOPS SORRY NOT SORRY (i did put a cut though, so, yeah) NO REGRETS

  • Marinette is a youtuber
  • Her channel consists of mostly sped up videos of her drawing designs and making her designs. Some have voice over, some have soothing and relaxing music.
  • Her channel blew up
  • Partially because, wow, she’s really talented for only being in high school
  • And people just really enjoyed watching her work, it’s very unique
  • Sometimes she’ll do simple tutorials on how to make a simple skirt, or get started on designing, but those are more rare videos
  • She has a second channel that is less professional than her main, where she posts a bunch of random vlogs that her and Alya take whenever they do something interesting, or even some random challenges. Most of these videos involve Alya, since she got Marinette to make a second channel for fun vlogs
  • Her international followers (#subtitles) find it very interesting anytime she talks about Ladybug and Chat Noir because there are legit superheroes in Paris and no other part of the world has seen that.
  • They vlog all sorts of things
    • going to the craft store for new fabrics, buttons, patterns, literally anything Marinette needs for her next project (or they’re just bored)
    • They record random things they see around Paris, cosplayers of LB and CN, pigeons being weird, aesthetics
    • Alya and Marinette have a weekly “review” which includes Alya buying something for Marinette to review- mostly themed around her favorite heroes
    • Sometimes just walking around the mall. Nino is spotted in many vlogs as well, but Adrien is rarely seen since he is already around so many cameras in his normal life Marinette is respecting his privacy
  • A lot more below the cut because I have been working on this headcanon for nearly a month!

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alright…. time 2 embarrass myself yet again.
so basically, im sick. doctors arent really sure whats wrong with me, i have an aggressive kidney infection, the lower half of my body is numb, i have pain everywhere and i cant really do complicated cognitive tasks.
i had a job, but i had to leave because i couldnt work my required 12 hour shifts.
rent is due, i have to pay for medication and transportation to and from the doctor, plus co-pays
if anyone could help out i’d be so thankful. again sorry i even have to ask, i just dont know what to do right now
my paypal is krisdine@naver.com or paypal.me/blackfairy
i also sell nude photos, videos oh and im a beta reader. pls hmu if youre interested in any of that
thank you very much

Originally posted by pinkakuma

anonymous asked:

"you can't leave until all the stuff on this list is done. new company rule" ok that's fine, but did you really have to wait until 7 minutes before my shift ended to tell me? now ill be working longer than five hours without a break, and that's the second time you've kept me over 5.

16. The Nameless One.

I started writing this a couple days ago but it didnt feel like it was going anywhere. Lo and behold did that BEAUTIFUL picture of dear old Harold appear and here we are. He must have known. 
Title creds to @whoopsharrystyles, shes lovely!


It happened at 1:24AM. An hour and six minutes ago.

The room was now quiet apart from the slight snuffles that were coming from the tiny little baby that was laying in Harry’s arms in a large, yet rather uncomfortable, arm chair. You weren’t asleep, but you were lying back in your bed, eyes closed and taking some time for yourself before the task of raising a child took over your life.

“Hey, little baby,” you listened to Harry whisper as he gently rocked in the chair. “Yeah, hi. How does it feel to be out in the real world now, little one?” His voice was quiet but high pitched and you could hear the smile on his face.

“I don’t think she can understand you” You spoke and Harry looked up to you immediately, his grin only getting bigger as he watched you adjust yourself.

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anonymous asked:

Hiii! I'm the Anon who wrote that long message with the prompt request. Can I get 77 w/ Jungkook? Thx -Anon Gears (can I become a regular Anon??)

No Refunds (JungshOOK x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “Um…somebody broke that.”

Summary: The first time you meet Jungkook, he ruins a display you spent hours making. But he’s cute and adorably embarrassed, so you make the most out of the situation.

Word count: 1.3k words

Originally posted by a8ustd

You stared at the messy, unorganized space around you, wishing your shift would just end faster. The quaint art supply shop you worked in was rarely busy, let alone on a Wednesday afternoon. You took the job because you needed to fund your university career, plus you supported small businesses.

But your boss was scatterbrained and failed to inventory the store properly, leaving most of the mess to you. Plus, he always insisted on having beautiful window displays, so for the majority of your shift today, you slaved over creating a hanging paper sculpture.

A wave of origami pieces were suspended midair using fishing wire. The colours were pastel to match the spring weather outside. The whole thing was beautiful and terribly decorated, so you shouldn’t have been surprised when the display was immediately destroyed.

Two boys around your age burst into the store, barely sparing you a glance from where you stood behind the cash register, as they chattered excitedly. You observed them openly, since you had nothing better to do. The one standing nearest to you was tall and well built, but had a babyish face–dramatically round eyes and pouty lips. His friend was even taller, and had surprisingly similar facial features.

“Dude, why are we even here? Can you even do art?” the taller one asked as he followed his friend through the tiny, messy aisles.

“The fuck, Yugyeom?” the other boy replied indignantly. “Haven’t you seen me draw before? I am the Art God.”

“Ok, buddy,” Yugyeom scoffed. “If you’re gonna buy something, hurry up. I have class in like, fifteen minutes.”

The two boys rounded the store, approaching the front once again. You held your breath as they neared the window display. The artist friend browsed through a marker display, testing a few on the sample pad below.

“Bro, these Copic markers cost more than me,” the boy sighed.

“There’s a pack here on sale,” his tall friend pointed out from a few feet away.

“No way!” he replied, spinning around excitedly.

Time seemed to pass in slow motion as you watched the disaster unfold.

The boy whipped around, searching for the discounted pack of markers a few feet away from him. As he turned, he stepped back to get a better view of the aisle, completely disregarding the delicate display inches away from where he stood. His backpack got caught on several of the strings and origami sculptures. And as he turned quickly, he ripped them away, sending some of the paper sculptures flying across the store.

The pressure from the boy’s spin also caused the mount every single origami sculpture to collapse. You stared, oddly detached, as you watched your labour tumble to the ground with a loud crash.

The two boys froze, and the store was silent, save for the radio playing softly in the background.

Eventually, you stepped away from the cash register and approached the two boys, who both were staring wide-eyed at the broken display.

“Jungkook, you idiot,” Yugyeom hissed, his eyes darting in between you and the broken window display. “You fucker.”

“So, what happened here?” you asked pleasantly, trying to dispel the burning rage inside you.

“Um…somebody broke that,” Jungkook replied in a tight voice, a fiery blush blooming over his cheeks as he turned to look at you.

“I can see that,” you smiled.

“I’m so, so sorry,” Jungkook blurted out, his eyes still comically wide. “Like I’m so sorry. I’ll pay–no I don’t have any money. I’ll help you fix it!”

You raised an eyebrow at this suggestion. “It took me five and a half hours to make that.”

“You made that!? Holy shit!” Jungkook explained, his expression worsening. “Fuck, I’m so sorry! I’ll do anything. I’m not–I don’t–fuck! Just tell me what I can do.”

“It’s okay, I guess,” you shrugged. “I still have a few hours left of my shift. I’ll just try to…repair what’s left.”

“I swear I can help!” Jungkook cried–although it sounded more like a wail. “I feel so bad about this!”

Normally, you wouldn’t really consider making a customer stay back and help clean up the mess they made. But this customer–Jungkook, apparently–seemed legitimately apologetic and inappropriately guilty. Plus, you just realized he was incredibly good looking and didn’t want to turn down the company.

“Well, if you insist,” you replied. “Let me grab the origami paper. Better prepare for an incredibly boring next two hours.”

“You two have fun,” Yugyeom said, slowly backing away from the mess. “I have class. Jungkook, don’t fuck up more than you already have.”

“Amen,” you muttered, as you walked down a few aisles to locate the cheapest origami paper pack you had.

“How many times can I say I’m sorry!” Jungkook cried, watching his friend who slipped out of the store as quickly as he could. Soon, the store was quiet again, the atmosphere tense. When you returned with your hands full, Jungkook was staring at the ground, his cheeks still flushed.

You tossed him a pack of origami paper, which he fumbled to catch. His eyes darted back up.

“Look,” he began, pausing to peer at your name tag. “Y/N. I’m really, really sorry. I feel really bad about destroying your art.”

“Honestly, I don’t really have any emotional attachment to a window display I made in two minutes’ notice,” you laughed. “Just help me make a few origami sculptures, and we’ll be even.”

So, for the rest of your shift, you and Jungkook hunched over the cash, deftly folding origami paper into pretty little shapes. Surprisingly, Jungkook was quite skilled and didn’t need any instructions. While you worked, you exchanged little tidbits of information about each other.

Turns out, you both attended the same university. Jungkook was a year under you–studying business–and roomed with a few friends nearby.

He sang along quietly to the radio while you worked (“You have a beautiful voice,” you had said to him. After spluttering and blushing terribly, he replied, “Thank you. I’m minoring in music, actually.”).

When the next employee came to take over, they eyed the impromptu workstation you had set up suspiciously.

“This kid destroyed the display, so he’s helping rebuild it,” you explained. “But I’m done here, and so is he. So I’ll leave the rest to you.”

And so you shed your smock and your name tag and promptly scurried out of the store with Jungkook on your heels.

“Is it okay to leave the display like that?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

“It’s fine. Plus that guy was late to his shift last week, and I had to stay behind for an extra hour,” you said, feeling a little petty. “Thanks for your help, Jungkook. I’ll see you around, I guess.”

“Yeah, see you,” he said, sending you an adorable smile that revealed his bunny teeth. And so you parted ways.


You were working the following Wednesday. And like every other Wednesday afternoon, the store was empty. But a few hours before your shift ended, the door chimed as a customer walked in. Your head shot up–you definitely weren’t dozing off–and your eyes widened at the sight of Jungkook waltzing into the store.

“Hi,” he said with a small smile. Jungkook walked right up the cash and leaned against the edge of the counter. The muscles of his arms bulged as he did so, and you were fairly certain that it was on purpose. “I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

“Yeah, sure,” you replied, your curiosity piquing.

“I was looking for something, and I think you have it. I want a date,” Jungkook said, blushing faintly, “with you. You and me–a date. Yeah?”

“Yeah, I think I can do that,” you smiled. “No refunds or exchanges. This is final sale.”

“I’ll take it,” Jungkook laughed, his face illuminated with a wide smile.


These days, Jungkook helped you make the window displays for fun. Turned out, he actually did have a knack for art. Your boss was seriously considering hiring Jungkook, but you dissuaded him from doing it. After all, you’d rather have Jungkook all to yourself.

- Girl in Luv

That’s it! Thanks for requesting!!!! And yes, be our regular anon, that’s so cute (and sorry this took us like 5 years to get to omg). If you’re wondering why my characters are always cashiers, it’s because I work part-time as one lmao. I was feeling some awkwardly cute JK. Hope you guys enjoyed. Thanks for reading 🤓

long distance bf! donghyuk

mHMhmHm leggo


- lets b real here

- donghyuk would be a great bf

- no matter the distance

- like he makes sure to skype u errday

- nd they always last like 83982 hours

- “babe,,,its been 6 hours,,,,its 3am and i have school,,”

- “shhh babe you know u don’t wanna leave me”

- “,,,,,,im not gonna deny that”

- and u were late 4 school that day

- pretty much everyday

- you always get texts throughout the day from him but sometimes the are like “good morning!” but its 2pm (time difference)

- u guys haven’t rly planned on meeting up

- i mean yes y'all miss each other sm but

- its not really ur first priority

- its not donghyuks either

- BAHA STORY TIME

- so once u were skyping rite

- but his 6 OTHER ROOMATES

- FUCKIN

- “oMG DONGHYUK IS THIS YOUR GF”

- “WOWOWO SHES SO PRETTY”

- OMG HYUNG CAN I HAVE HER”

- u were blushin but donghyuk wasn’t

- he looked so pissed off

- he was about to say something but-

- “hey!!!! have u seen donghyuk naked???” 

- “omG HE HAS THE STINKIEST FARTS BFJDMS YOURE LUCKY YOU ONLY SEE HIM THROUGH THE SCREEN”

- “SHUT. THE. PHUCK. UP”

- literally for the next 10 minutes all u heard was chenles dolphin screech n mark trying to calm donghyuk down

- and every 4 second or so someone would run across ur screen

- fun fact : this was ur first time meeting them ever 

- and probs ur only time tbh

- sometimes when ur studying 4 skool or smth

- donghyuk randomly texts u and u get carried away so fast and end up like never finishing whatever u doing but its gucci cause u have donghyuk

- once donghyuk was really sad

- like really sad

- and when u Skyped he would be super quiet

-and??this??wasnt???like??him???at???all??

- so ou were asking him what was wrong

- nd then he finally exploded

- and let out all his feelings

- “i really wish you were with me right now. here, in my room”

- your heart shattered 

u know donghyuk is loyal so you have no worries of him cheating on u

- but sometimes when u look t his social media, all deez girls start commenting about how good looking he is and how he should date them

- no!!way!!honey!!

- he shut them down so quickly 

- it was cute bOI

- oH bUt whEn yAALL mET uP agAinnN

- YOU DECIDED 2 SURPrSE HIM

- so like

- u secretly flew to korea

- and decided to call him (not Skype)

- and he was like “agh i rly miss u”

- and you were like me 2 but atlas we’ll see each other soon

- AND HE WAS SO CONFUSED BY THIS

- he didn’t know what u meant but its ok cause

- literally like 3 seconds later he heres a knock at his door and

- BAM

- THERE YOUA RE

- omgomgo he was so happy words cannot express

- he gave u this bone crushing hug and it was all fluffy n cute

- it was such a sweet moment 

- “wait- ew u look terrible whats up with those bags under your eyes and-”

- “hYUcK jFC SHUT UP”

- so den y'all cuddle for a long ass time

- AND THEN HIS ROOMATES COME IN

- “SHIT OMGOGOGHIFDKS”

- “jiSung lanGUAGE!!!” - taeyong lets b real

- there goes ur alone time wh00pz

- anyway

- any relationship with donghyuk is gr9

- donghyuk is gr9


ily 

anonymous asked:

This whole thing about tipping brings up a thing I've been meaning to ask on this blog,I'm a student,struggling to make my own income with my art,whenever I can afford it I like to go to the bucks of star for a coffee and leave a tip when I can,does it annoy the employees if you add in change? are bills preferred? I feel bad whenever I can't tip so I just to throw in silver change but I feel it's worse

Tips there are a courtesy not a necessity. The baristas and service people there are paid more than 2 bucks an hour. They, obviously, enjoy any tip
They can get there but at the end of the night they still go home with a livable wage. I typically put change/a dollar or two when I go there. Someone correct me if I’m wrong on this. -Mandie

Allegiance {BBH}

Description: CEO!Baekhyun AU - He was successful. He owned his own business and was most likely making millions of dollars an hour. Every night when he leaves, you’re  working the corner by the exit. At the end of the day, however, today he was more than frustrated after firing half of his staff. You agree to his offer and go home with him and he becomes a regular. Soon enough, he makes another offer you just can’t refuse.

Genre: Smut / Angst / Fluff

Total Parts: 17

Total Word Count: 36,106

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader (with appearances from various EXO members and Min Yoongi)

Author: Admin Xiufairy (this is on AFF, links to each part are below)

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

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anonymous asked:

70!!

“i can’t stand seeing you like this”
-
“maybe i should just go!” you screamed at your fiancée.

you weren’t sure how, but the two of you got in a huge argument a few hours ago and haven’t stopped yelling at each other since.

you weren’t sure how things escalated to this level, but here you were, threatening to leave him 4 months before you were supposed to get married.

“i’m sick of it all shawn! we fight almost constantly for pointless reasons and i just can’t take it anymore!”

“y/n, don’t say that.” he said, running his hand through his hair, his harsh gaze immediately softened. “please, you can’t leave.”

you fumbled with the ring on your left hand. you hated to admit it, but you were tired. you loved shawn with all your heart, but you were tired of the fighting.

you thought about the night shawn had proposed, the two of you were so happy that night. you wondered what happened after that, what happened between the two of you to make you fight like this all the time.

the house was silent for the first time in 3 hours. you couldn’t help the tears that you’ve been holding back for a few hours, finally fall.

you knew it was shawn’s weakness when you cried, but you honestly couldn’t help it.

the two of you could be fighting for hours on end, but as soon as the first tear fell, it ended.

“y/n, baby,” shawn sighed, comfortingly wrapping his arms around you. “please don’t cry.”

you cried as he comforted you. it was almost like you two hadn’t been fighting for hours and hours on end.

“shawn, i can’t do this anymore! i’m tired, i can’t take the fighting.”

he rested his chin on the top of your head, “i can’t stand seeing you like this.” he whispered.

you felt a few of his own tears wet your shirt.

you freed yourself from his grip, “shawn, i still don’t know if i can do this.”

“y/n,” he sighed. “we can make this work. please. we’re supposed to get married in a few months!”

you weren’t sure what to say. you love shawn, there’s no denying it. but did you really want to continue fighting every day?

“i can’t fight anymore,” you whispered. you turned away from shawn, beginning to walk upstairs.

he was quick to follow you before you could leave.

once you reached your bedroom, he grabbed your wrist causing you to face him again.

“we’ll do whatever it takes to make this work y/n.” he whispered, his face was less than an inch away from yours. “we’re gonna make it.”

he wiped your tears away before lightly pressing his lips to yours, as if he was scared you were going to break right under his touch.

“y/n please tell me, we’re going to fight for this. you can’t give up on us, please.”

you closed your eyes, pressing your forehead against his.

“i promise shawn, but you have to promise no more pointless fights.”

“i promise.”

Duvet

Starring: Kim Taehyung
Genre: Fluff
Words: 508
Summary: Taehyung wakes up much to late.
Warnings: None
Notes: This was more of an attempt at getting back into the swing of writing so yeah take that as you will.

— Cosmos ☾


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Attack on Titan characters as things people in my math class do
  • Eren: playing pool on game pigeon instead of working/hooking phone up to a Bluetooth speaker to play Mask Off
  • Armin: reading a book completely unrelated to math because he finished half an hour early
  • Mikasa: literally just leaves class after she's told she can't sit with her best friend
  • Sasha: brings every type of Cheetos for herself and her best friend
  • Connie: writes "I'm a cool guy" on the white board in sharpie instead of expo pen
  • Christa: brings enough Oreos for the entire class to have 4th helpings
  • Ymir: yells "you're a fat bitch" loudly without the teacher even caring
  • Annie: comes to class half asleep in a giant hoodie with one earbud in, hidden under her hair
  • Jean: cut his hair in class after someone told him "no balls, you won't"
  • Marco: is doing a live on Instagram all during class and no one stops him
  • Reiner: gets the office aid to send him a pass to leave class
  • Bertholdt: pretends to not speak English so he can use his phone all through class for "translation"
  • Not featured: purposely getting suspended because they literally just wanted to leave class that bad
  • Throwing textbooks, calculators, erasers, and pencils out the 3rd story window
  • Getting their Bluetooth speaker taken away for playing Rack City at max volume

anonymous asked:

I've been scrolling through your account for a few hours and I love your writing style. I also love how you reply to compliments. It's so cute! I would like to request how svt would act around their gf who has social anxiety.

S.Coups, Joshua, Jun, DK & Vernon would understand their s/o’s condition, and always think of them first. They’d know right away if their s/o was feeling uncomfortable, and wouldn’t mind leaving if they were.

Jeonghan, Woozi, The8, Seungkwan & Dino would ask their s/o questions all the time just so that they’re sure they’re feeling well. They’d be protective of them, always thinking about their well-being.

Hoshi, Wonwoo & Mingyu would’ve been oblivious about it at first, but after noticing, he’d never leave your side. He’d always be there, pulling you aside when he knows you’re feeling uneasy.

thank you for your request!!

I was given an awesome gift yesterday

This might sound like a fake feel-good-y story but it really did happen and that’s why I’m so eager to share it. Yesterday I was wandering around a flea market going in and out of stalls not really looking for anything in particular. After about an hour of seeing cool stuff but not really wanting to buy anything I was getting ready to leave, when a man with a pink floral shirt and enormous gold pendant running a stall nearby said hello to me and asked me if I was looking for anything in particular. To be polite I went over to look at his stuff and after about a minute he says “can you do me a favor? Go look at the picture on that podium over there.”

It took me a second to find the podium because I’m a clumsy dork with t-rex-like vision but I found it and the picture. It was about 10 feet away, so he clearly set it up a while ago. He asked me if I knew what it was:

NOW, it was clear to me immediately that this was a vintage picture of two incredibly bad-ass women in suits. But as a visibly butch lesbian I was unsure as to what he was getting at so I said that no I didn’t, and his face lit up and he explained to me that they were “actually two women”, and he had found this beat up old photograph hidden in an old photo album that used to belong to his friend’s aunt. He told me he’d seen me circling around the stands, and he thought I had “intelligent eyes” [nice], and he left the picture on the podium so that if I happened to swing back around he could flag me over and show me, he said I absolutely needed to see it. It was incredibly kind and nice of him, plus risky because what if I wasn’t actually butch and really just dude-ish? He also seemed gay but I didn’t want to make assumptions of course

I thanked him profusely because wow what a cool thing to have and so nice of him to give me a compliment [i was feeling kind of like shit but when do I not tbh] AND…. in a supremely kind gesture…. he told me he wanted me to have it, because he “needed good luck” and wanted to do something nice for someone else, so of course I thanked him profusely some more because holy shit this is probably the coolest, most unexpected thing I’ve ever been given, and how awesome of it to appear at a time when I’m feeling extra awful due to finals and other misc life events? And for it to be given to me, this picture of two ladies in “men’s” clothes, just oozing confidence and looking fancy as hell?

I didn’t think to ask for the time period in which it was taken, I was so flattered but also super embarrassed, in the best possible way? Anyway, thank you gentle flea merchant for this gift. It’s maybe the most important, identity-reaffirming thing anyone has given me. I’m going to get it framed right away, and share it so other people can see how long people like me have been around!

anonymous asked:

If you had the opportunity to be with shuu for 3 hours... What would you do during those 3 hours?? But like.... after that you'll never see him again...

Hum..so chaining him to my bed would work? …shame…
I have no idea, I mean I know what I’d like to do, but if it actually happened I’d probably sit and stare at his pretty face in shock for 3 hrs.
I would like to:
Ask him lots of questions
Bite me
Sex
Tell him to make me a steak
Sex
Cuddles!
Sex
Hopefully by then I’d be pregnant with his child…before he leaves.

2

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I traced the details of his face with my left hand when we were at the terminal. From his eyebrows, eyes, nose, his lips, his entire face, everything. I hugged him and I placed my hands on his cheeks and kissed his lips, nose and up to his forehead. My heart felt heavy that time. If only I could leave everything behind here and just be with him, I’m more than willing to do it. But with our situation now, it’s not yet the right time. Perfect timing will come for people who are willing to wait for the day that they will no longer have to travel for hours just to be with the person they love, but sleeping at night and waking up every morning next to that special someone. That’s why babe, I will always love you. No matter what happens, Iloveyou. I’m always here for you, I’m here with you through this walk of life. I’m so blessed to have you, God knows how much I want to cherish this gift He gave me. You are a God’s gift to me, and I won’t waste such an amazing gift I’ve ever received in my whole life. Thank you for bringing so much happiness to me and thank you for making my whole life meaningful. Iloveyou babe, always remember that. 💕 @hugoterongmakata

anonymous asked:

What about 20 with marliza?

(Marliza 20) “I found you–in a bubble bath you filled for us both.”


“Eliza…you’ve been at that piano all day…” Maria frowned down the back of her girlfriend. Eliza was a Julliard student, which meant she ate, breathed and slept music. She sat up for hours on end, practicing, composing, and rehearsing. Of course the perks where Maria got to enjoy the music, she herself was a Jazz major, a vocalist really. Fate drew Eliza to Mintons, the Jazz club in Harlem. One turn up to one of Maria’s shows turn to several, turned to duets, turned to ‘please don’t leave my apartment’.

Eliza looked over her shoulders, her posture tense as she shifted her weight around the stiff piano bench. “…soon…I have a huge piece coming up…” Elizabeth’s agile fingers tapped keys at a rapid pace. “There are parts I can do better…” Of course she could, but after hours of practicing even her body was starting to tell her enough was enough. Sharp stinging sensations traveled down the delicate ball joints of her fingers. She paused before a critical note taking a longer time than she should have.

To both musically trained ears it was a clear sign she had enough. Eliza sighed, warm hands began to comb through her ink black hair, letting the glossy, silk-limp strands slid out of Maria’s fingertips. “Take a break.” She placed a kiss on the top of Eliza’s head. Like she hadn’t used or heard that one before, “how about, you go take a bath and we can curl up with some movies? We can watch your favorite.”

“…I thought you hated the Notebook.”

“I hate the fact it makes you cry.” Maria’s voice was naturally a low and sultry sound. Married with the sweetness of her words, Eliza knew that her piano practice was over. “I’ll run the bath for you, you can have some parting words with your ivory keys.” She giggled, leaving Eliza alone with her instrument. After a few minutes of looking over the dreaded, complex composition she closed up the piano and went to the bedroom.

“I’m taking that bath soon.” She called out, wondering if Maria had run the bath. It didn’t matter whether she did or not, she was more curious where her girlfriend of only a few weeks wandered off too. Having such a fast relationship was probably the riskiest thing Eliza had ever done. She was by far, in her eyes, the blandest of her sisters. So being in a relationship with a hot girl, with a fellow musician who wasn’t classically trained, who didn’t come from the same background as her…who was now living with her in secret. Maria was the excitement Eliza longed for. She stripped down to nothing and wrapped a towel around her body, her steps were light as she skipped to the bathroom and found…

Maria sitting in the tub, her wild curls pinned up in a top bun with a few wet strands curling around her heart shaped face. She sat with her back against the side of the tub, her feet dangling out all the while a sea of white, floral smelling bubbles obscured her body…A bubble bath she filled for the both of them. “Welcome” Maria smiled, reaching for a wine glass at the edge of the tub. “I thought I’d make this a little more relaxing.”

She had no words, her eyes were fixated on the bubbles that pooled and popped against her cleavage, the tops of her exposed knees poking out from the bubbly surface like islands. Eliza felt her grip on her towel loosen just enough for it to fall thanks to gravity. Her eyes met Maria just in time to watch her girlfriend eye her up from her feet up to her face which was now red. “Can we fit?”

“We can try.”

Delicately Eliza stepped into the tub. She opted out of sitting beside her girlfriend in the same position. She had been sitting up for hours. Her back couldn’t take it anymore. Instead she laid the way one should have in a tub, length wise, her knees bent to better fit the squeeze. Her body nestled between Maria and her knees, head floating weightlessly knowing well Maria’s bare breasts were only a head turn and face full of bubbles away. “Mm this is nice…” She smiled peacefully. Her muscles began to unwind in the warm, bubbly water.

From beneath the water Maria’s free hand began to massage the back of Eliza’s head. Her nicely kept nails scratched along her scalp and massaged along her skull filling Eliza with nothing but sweet release. Eliza smiled, opening her mouth to thank her girlfriend when lips were pressed up against her grin. Soft, full lips with the taste of robust and tangy wine. Gently Eliza pulled herself up a bit, meeting Maria’s lips with a little more vigor. Their wet bodies gently shaping around each other, finding ways to brush up against each other without sloshing water out the tub.

“You are far too kind to me…” Eliza sighed dreamily.

“Good…because I really don’t want to sit through the Notebook…” Maria have her a weak and almost guilty smile.

“That’s fine… I have something else in mind we can do.” Eliza might have seen herself as the bland sister, but to Maria she was a flame. Warm to be around and hot to touch.

coworker: do you have a boyfriend?
me: oh no honey i’m a lesbian
coworker: like bisexual or full on lesbian?
me: ……….lesbian. scuse me i gotta do something *leaves the room* *comes back five minutes later* okay so-
coworker: so you’re not bisexual, you’re lesbian?
me: ……….yes
coworker: you’re not attracted to men at all?
me: yes
coworker: you have no interest in men?
me: yes
coworker: you’re completely anti-men?
me: …………yes
another coworker coming to my rescue: is that really so hard to believe?

first coworker three hours later: i find you VERY hot
me: haha cool *leaves the room*

lil rant sorry

I don’t think there should be a season 2 to 13 reasons why. This may be an unpopular opinion but hear me out. I understand that there is a lot of loose ends to tie up and everyone wants their favorite ship to become canon (me too tbh) BUT this show is about one girl who made the tragic mistake of killing herself and shed light on how suicide effects the ones around you. I think there is not enough to go off of for a season two unless you strayed from this major concept. Although I do believe there should be one hour long episode that does the best it can to settle a majority of the questions. What really happened to Alex? And Tyler? And Justin? And Bryce? And every other character who’s arc wasn’t completed. A sort of epilogue. Something to finalize things, but still leave us with room to imagine our own endings. So yes, I don’t believe there should be a season two. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to know WHAT HAPPENED TO ALEX AND/OR JUSTIN!!!

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a lil model of a flower pot i did :>

if you click the top thing you should be able to spin it around and see it from any angle