you guys have no idea how long i've waited for this day

Studio Ghibli Sentence Meme
  • “Now I have something I want to protect. It’s you.”
  • “I’m not afraid to die!”
  • “You cannot change fate. However, you can rise to meet it, if you so choose.”
  • “They say that the best blaze brightest when circumstances are at their worst.”
  • “Fear and anger only make it grow faster.”
  • “I think I can handle it.”
  • “Here’s another curse for you - may all your bacon burn.”
  • “Don’t worry! Stay right where you are, I’m coming to get you! You’re gonna be fine, I won’t let him hurt you.”
  • “I need something of yours. How ‘bout your eyes?”
  • “We gotta get out of here! We’re gonna get in trouble!”
  • “You, you sabotaged me! Look! Look at what you’ve done to my hair! Look!”
  • “No more killing. It has to stop!”
  • “You sound ghastly, like some 90-year-old woman.”
  • “Guys, don’t take that food! We’re gonna get in trouble!”
  • “Fight ‘em! C’mon!”
  • “Smile so we can make a good impression.”
  • “We each need to find our own inspiration. Sometimes it’s not easy”
  • “I finally get a bouquet and it’s a goodbye present. That’s depressing.”
  • “Life is suffering. It is hard. The world is cursed. But still, you find reasons to keep living.”
  • “Sorry, it looks like you’re involved.”
  • “Oh, my baby! Are you all right? Are you emotionally traumatized?”
  • “Now I’m trying to look inside myself and find out how I did it.”
  • “Leave before it gets dark.”
  • “Once you do something, you never forget. Even if you can’t remember.”
  • “Cut off a wolf’s head and it still has the power to bite.”
  • “It’s all so familiar yet I know I’ve never been here before. I feel so at home.”
  • “Now I’m trying to look inside myself and find out how I did it.”
  • “I suggest you surrender. There is no ship coming to rescue you.”
  • “I had no idea that my rage could drive me to kill.”
  • “These days, there are angry ghosts all around us - dead from wars, sickness, starvation - and nobody cares.” 
  • “A heart’s a heavy burden.”
  • “Please! You must stop!”
  • “Well, well, well… hello kitty.”
    “You can’t be busy - you’re five!”
  • “So you say you’re under a curse? So what? So’s the whole damn world.”
  • “ I have really had enough of your incredible stupidity.”
  • “Lamebrain! They made an escape! Now step on it!”
  • “I didn’t want them to kill you.”
  • “It’s fun to move to a new place. It’s an adventure.”
  • “Welcome the rich man, he’s hard for you to miss. His butt keeps getting bigger, so there’s plenty there to kiss!”
  • “You shouldn’t be here! Get out!”
  • “He said Mom was ugly, now go get him!”
  • “Kill him and you’ll be famous.”
  • “I’ve seen him do this once before when a girl dumped him.”
  • “S/He’s alive. There goes that dream.”
  • “That was the night I died.”
  • “I’d rather be a pig than a fascist.”
  • “You don’t remember your name?”
  • “Don’t be afraid, I just want to help you.”
  • “Poor kids. I’ll really miss them.”
  • “I don’t fight for honor. I fight for a paycheck.”
  • “ No, No, No! Don’t do this! Help! Help! Crazy lady with the shovel!”
  • “She was once quite beautiful, so I decided to pursue her, then I realized she wasn’t, so then, as usual, I ran away.”
  • “You’re in love. Don’t deny it, you’ve been sighing all day”
  • “She never woke up again.”
  • “You blubber heads! I’m not runnin’ a luxury cruise! Now get to work!”
  • “Why does everything that’s good for you have to taste so bad?”
  • “Whatever you don’t want me to clean, better hide it now!”
  • “This is our little secret. You tell anyone and I’ll rip your mouth off.”
  • “I give up. I see no point in living if I can’t be beautiful.”
  • “If I lose my magic, that means I’ve lost absolutely everything.”
  • “ It’s… you’re scaring me. I have this weird feeling you’re going to leave. ”
  • “There’s a demon inside you.”
  • “Don’t get alarmed but I’m being followed. Act normal.”
  • “Don’t worry, I’ve got four-wheel drive.”
  • “This is what hatred looks like! This is what it does when it catches hold of you! It’s eating me alive, and very soon it will kill me!”
  • “Smooth. Very smooth. You definitely know how to make a good first impression.”
  • “Everyone fears their own mortality.”
  • “Play with me or I’ll break your arm!”
  • “I gotta get out of this place. Someday I’m getting on that train.”
  • “Wait give us a minute! This is clearly harassment.”
  • “Why do fireflies have to die so soon?”
  • “There you are, sweetheart. Sorry I’m late. I was looking everywhere for you.” 
  • “When you’re going to kill a god, let someone else do your dirty work.”
  • “Why did you stop me from killing her?”
  • “When I saw you, I just wanted to find a way to protect you.” 
  • “One thing you can always count on is that hearts change.”
  • “Tell me while you’re still alive!”
  • “This is a tomb for the both of us.”
  • “If nobody comes in, I’m gonna have to eat pancakes forever and be fat, fat, fat! And what am I supposed to do about that?”
  • “Even if you were a woman, you’d still be an idiot!”
  • “What do you say we give 'em a little demonstration of how fast we can run, huh?”
  • “HAM!”
I’ve Waited My Whole Life (2)

Part 1

Request: “Could you do a Bucky soulmate story? Like the au with the countdown to the moment you meet your soulmate, but Bucky doesn’t have it because his arm is gone so the reader freaks out a little bit. But it’s all ok in the end. Like super fluffy fluff… maybe leads to smut, whatever you’re feeling.”

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Eventual)

Word Count: 3950

A/N: So I FINALLY got past my writers block! It happened around 3 am on Monday and I just couldn’t stand for this part being any different than what I have right now. So I literally scratched everything that I had done all last week and rewrote all four-thousand words in under two days, which I think may be a record for me. But anyway I hope that you guys enjoy this, part one is almost at 200 notes so this part has a lot to live up to. I love you guys and enjoy! (P.S. It’s opening night of Hello Dolly!)

Warnings: Angst, fluff, (*whispers*) cliffhanger, (Get ready for this roller coaster) 

Tags: @seargantbcky, @lust-for-pan, @38leticia, @barnes-and-noble-girl, @karipaleta, @capandbuck, @camillechan, @findacauseandserveit, @audasia25, @kendallefire, @alicerozenju, @snuggleducky, @thisisthelilith , @boyzines, @ballerinafairyprincess, @axelinchen, @sarahfhealy, @blazeshira, @the-strandedgypsy, @luckylundy13, @fandomtainment

Originally posted by starkquinzel


As the day got later, all of the other recruits decided to head into town for dinner. They didn’t ask me to come. Not that I actually had any money for dinner, but it would have been nice to have been asked. So instead I decided to do some exploring. I walked around the whole lower level, where my room was and then moved up to the main floor, hoping that there wasn’t anyone else there.

I stepped out of the elevator and peeked out into the room, making sure that no one was there before I went in. I didn’t see anyone so I went and sat on the couch and flipped through the channels. I was alone for about fifteen minutes when I heard two different voices walking towards me. I was going to leave the room, feeling a little out of place, but they caught me.

“Y/N.” Bucky stopped me.

“Hi.” I looked at the other guys standing next to him. “Sam, right?”

“Yeah. It’s nice to see you again.”

“You guys have met?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah, he used to work with the VA.”

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Valentine Double Date

A somewhat long fic (around 6k words) about Touken and Ayahina’s double date, which began from a girl’s innocent attempt at pushing her Onee-chan and Onii-chan together. Mostly fluff, hints of angst. This is a fic I wrote to have fun and let myself go so it’s nowhere close to the standard of my older fic, but this poor lonely single soul just wanted to have something to do on Valentine’s Day. ;_; Enjoy!

Please reblog if you like this! Feel free to leave comments/ request anything!

“Please say yes!” Hinami was almost screaming, as she clasped her hands together and leaned forward in a perfect bow. Kaneki and Touka blinked in disbelief for a moment, looking at each other before looking at her again. 

“You want us…” Kaneki murmured hesitantly. 

“… to follow you and Ayato on your date?” Touka continued, tilting her head in confusion. “But why?”

“B-Because… tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and…” Hinami murmured, her cheeks completely flushed as she shifted about uncomfortably. “I feel uneasy going out alone with him.” 

“Uneasy?” Touka wondered in confusion. “But weren’t the two of your partners in Aogiri? You were alone quite a lot, right?”

“Yeah but…” Hinami sighed, took a deep breath and let it out, fingers fumbling with one another. “This is different from that… I just… don’t…” 

“If you don’t want to go, you should tell him—”

“No! I want to go!” Hinami yelped, cutting into Kaneki’s words. “But but but… A-Ayato-kun scares me sometime!”

“Oh, is that so?” Kaneki said, turning to Touka with a blank expression. “I don’t mind… Is that okay with you, Touka-chan?”

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psychorable  asked:

Okay so, I'm huge Barbra Streisand fan, and I've had this thought, what if Harry missed your birthday, and to make it up to you he takes you to a concert where you guys are arranged to me Barbra Streisand? I don't know, I know it sounds totally random but I think it would be cute :)

First of all I’m so sorry for the long wait! but I do hope this is worth it.

Originally posted by pinkharold

Harry has never, ever missed a birthday before.

When you two first started going out that was the first thing he asked was what was your birthday. Ever since, in the two year relationship you both shared your birthday was celebrated.

Except this year.

You honestly were not that upset, sure it sucked but you knew Harry’s brain was on the fritz. With the new album and the movie he was is going very well not to mention all the personal shit that has happened before you could understand if he forgot. Plus it was just the one, you two had plenty of birthdays together in the future. So, as he went to do a concert you just celebrated with a small group of friends. Yes, they dragged his name in the dirt for forgetting but you tried to assure them it was fine.

You were going to let it go, or at least brush it off, but no. If you knew anything about Harry from being with him you knew good and well when he realizes something he goes into dramatic mode. This particular episode was when you got a phone call after you just got done with your exercise for the day.



“Baby calm down! It’s fine you had to do a concert and it slipped it’s no big deal!”

“Yes it is! Oh my God I am the wuhst boyfriend evah,” he groaned and you couldn’t help but laugh at how he was taking this.

“Baby please, it’s fine seriously. People forget stuff, besides we have plenty of birthdays in the future! And you are not the worst boyfriend ever okay? You are the best, hardworking, talented, most beautiful boyfriend ever and I still love you like crazy.”

There was a pause, before he sighed on the other end.

“Yeh promise?” He asked sounding unsure, God you wanted to hug him. He was beating himself up over something like this and all you wanted to do was to insure him it was okay.

“With all my heart and soul I promise,” you replied and you can feel the smile on the other end.

“Okay…I am going to make oop for it yeh do know thah’,” he argued and you just laugh.

“Just come back to me safely, that’ll be my late birthday present,” you told him.

When he did you ran and wrapped your arms around him in a big hug. You could feel him squeezing you and covering your face in kisses which always made you laugh.

“God I missed yeh,” he sighed, practically leaning on you but you gently tapped him on the back to get back up.

“Come on you big log lets get your things and we can cuddle so you can sleep. I know you have to be jet lagged.”

“A li’ile,” he rubbed his eyes in a child like manner, pushing to get his stuff inside before finally allowing you to just drag him to the bed where he fell fast asleep on you as you played in his hair. He always claims he sleeps better when he is near you, hell finally smelling him and feeling his warmth lulled you to sleep too.

But when he woke up he always kisses you until you finally wake, there you both just lay. He tells you about the tour while you tell him about work. You talk all the time, but being together like this meant everything.

“Oh! I goh’ a surprise for yeh,” he moves a bit then walks over to his travel bag before getting back on the bed and handed it to you.

“I told you no gifts!” You told him but he shook his head.

“It’s noh I promise,” he argued. You just give him a look before slowly opening the envelope. It was a birthday card…you could deal with birthday cards. But when you actually opened the card you saw something slide out. You picked it up, only to have your eyes bugged out.

“I take that as a yeh luike it?” Harry asked sounding hopeful. “I know I kinda luied buh I could noh deal with missin’ yeh birthday.”

You looked at him then at his gift, tickets…front row tickets to see Barbra Streisand. The Barbra Streisand, the woman was your queen. You never got a chance to see her live before…you even told Harry that seeing her was on your bucket list. The fact he snagged this for you…and front row!

“Oh I also pulled some strings for a meet and greet,” Harry added with a smirk. You honestly had no idea why he flinched at your loud screaming, he knew you were going to do that he had to! You clung to him in a tight hug, almost knocking the life out of him but covering his face in kisses seemed to please him.

“Oh my God what the hell am I gonna wear?” You mutter looking at everything, about to sink to the floor and say just forget it. It was the night of the concert but you were in a panic. You were going to see Barbra Streisand, you are not going to wear just Plain Jane clothes.

“Baby will yeh calm down?” Harry had to laugh at you wrapping his arms around you. He of course was wearing his typical black skinny jeans and a floral shirt that looked a dad could wear. But of course he could pull it off, this was Harry we were talking about. You, not so much.

“Yeh gonna be okay, just wear that grey dress yeh luike so mooch,” He helped out getting the dress he was talking about. You sighed and took it, figuring you trust him enough to know what he was talking about. Course with him you could wear a paper bag and he would think you were amazing. That is who Harry was, and you loved him for it.

Still, you were sweating bullets, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest in nerves. More so when you two finally arrived at the concert, just walking there and showing your passes and walked right on in. Before, you never would have dreamed of walking backstage let alone with such ease. But with Harry you were doing it, this was a clear reality. Even though you insist that he didn’t, and in fact shouldn’t spend his money on you. You even used the term “kept woman” but Harry wanted to.

He wanted to give you the fine things in life, to experience things he knew he could provide. He knows you weren’t some girl who was just after the title and the wealth, that was why he did it you suppose. The idea of spoiling you made him happy, and what was the harm in that? He even told you as long as you loved him he was happy, that you didn’t have to give him anything. He just wanted your love, and you gave it, and he returns the favor in a very grand, very Harry way.

You got closer to the meet and greet, you could feel your knees buckle and your breathing getting short. Harry stops with you, squeezing your hand in support.

“I’m going to make an ass of myself,” you told him but he just smiles shaking his head.

“Yeh noh’, come on,” he gently tugs at you. You however, do not budge.

“Yes I am I’m going to be a nervous wreck and or say something so stupid and I’m going to make a pure jackass of myself!”

“YN, remembah when we fuhst met?” He asked and you nod groaning a bit.

“I was a jackass then too, pretty sure I told you you were super pretty,” you remembered.

“Buh whoh did I say?” He asked, you looked at him, a small smile appearing across your face.

“You told me I wasn’t so bad looking myself,” you replied with a small laugh.

“And evah since I’ve been madly in love, noh sayin’ I wan’ yeh to run away with Barbra Streisand buh,” he laughed wrapping his hands around your waist. “I know yeh norvous, buh I know she will love yeh. Noh as moch as me buh close.”

With that he kisses your forehead and takes your hand as you both walk into the meet and greet. Then you saw her, your idol…your everything…the woman who hung the moon and stars. The same woman where you try to sing to the top of your lungs to her songs in the shower. Right there, in the pure flesh.

“Harry!” Barbra smiled hugging him. “They told me you were here. And who is this pretty girl?”

Oh my God Barbra Streisand thought you were pretty!

“This is muy guhlfriend YN, she’s a big fan of yehs,” he introduced you to her. For a moment you just froze, she was there…she was right there…in the flesh, looking at you. Holding out her hand to you in a handshake.

“It’s lovely to meet you!” She spoke, you did find it in your brain to actually function and shake her hand. A goofy smile appeared across your face.

“It’s an honor…really,” words came out of your mouth…at least you could do that! You took the pictures with her, she even signed something for you. Telling your goodbyes you walked to get to your place at the concert…but not without screaming out to the top of your lungs causing Harry to jump.

At first he looked horrified, but when you pulled him into a big hug he laughed hugging you back.

“If yeh act like this now I need to step oop my game for yeh next buthday,” he squeezed you giving you a kiss on the head. “Come on baby.”

You were basically attached to his hip the rest of the night, giving him so many thank yous and I love yous. Kisses on his cheek and tiny squeals. A smile never left his face. He knew he did good making up for your late birthday.

Maybe asking you to marry him would have to wait until the next birthday.

anonymous asked:

Hi! So I know you don't have a tag for it but I've one through all the podfics you've listed on the blog and I'm in need of some more! Is there anyway you can do another list? They're great for work

DAMN SON!  That was a lot of podfic to get through, I salute you  ;)  Anything for a fellow connoisseur, here’s part 2!  These are all on my ipod, and ones I’ve enjoyed.  Again, this means they’re all rated mature at a minimum so lots of porn, lol.  Enjoy!  -Emmy

Originally posted by foxyconda

Monday I Can Fall Apart But By Friday I’m in Love read by RsCreighton 

(30-45 Minutes I Mature I Sterek)  *mpreg, a/b/o, modern au

It’s just past five in the morning and Stiles is barely awake, wearing only sleep pants that hang low below his pregnant belly, and he can’t get the damned brand new jar of decaf coffee open. But he has a neighbor, and he’s too tired to think that waking someone else up at this hour might not be the best (or politest) of ideas.

Boy Next Door Nice read by RsCreighton 

(30-45 Minutes I Explicit I Danny/Stiles)

Saying Stiles was weird was like saying space was big. It didn’t nearly do it justice. But he was the sort of weird that knew Danny could be bought. So what if his excuses were terrible, his hands were warm and his mouth literally begging to be shut up? Danny can deal. Right?

Let the Cameras Roll read by chemm80 

(30-45 Minutes I Explicit I Danny/Stiles)  *porn au I LOVE THIS FIC!!

Danny adjusted to college life quickly, eventually working his way into the amateur porn industry. Things are going great until he unwittingly books a shoot with Stiles.

The Alexandrian Solution read by Hananobira  

(30-45 Minutes I Explicit I Sterek)  so cute omg

“I accept your body!” Stiles says hurriedly. “I accept you. Sexually.”

There is a pause. Derek says, “Thanks.”

A surprise comedy knotting story. You have a lot to answer for, Twitter fandom.

Touchpaper read by dodificus 

(45-60 Minutes I Mature I Sterek)  *voyeur Danny

Danny is bruised. Their werewolf drama has officially bruised Danny. This is the worst day ever.

Our Imperfect World read by readbythilia (thilia) 

(1-1.5 Hours I Explicit I Steter)  *agoraphobia

Not long after his eighteenth birthday, Peter wakes up with a small, white scar on his finger. Most people are born with scars that match their soulmate’s, or get one in their early childhood. Peter thought he just wasn’t meant to have anybody. The sudden arrival of his soulmate (in Beacon Hills, no less) is just the beginning of his life’s complications. After the fire at the Hale House, Peter’s subsequent coma, and death, he comes back to life to find that his mate has developed a crippling case of agoraphobia. Will he learn to be the sort of person a scared young man could love, or will he remain a monster?

Podfic of taylorpotato’s Our Imperfect World

(Not So) Pure Imagination read by readbythilia (thilia) 

(3-3.5 Hours I Explicit I Sterek)  *dubcon

“There is a world where whenever someone fantasizes about you, you can physically feel it, but you have no idea who is thinking it about you.”

Stiles knows it’s wrong, but he’s been Fantasizing about Derek and he can’t bring himself to stop. Derek doesn’t know who’s taken an interest in him, but he’s enjoying it way more than he probably should.

By and By (series) read by dodificus

(4-4.5 Hours I Teen-Explicit I Sterek) *dubcon, underage  Heed the warnings, this is a twisted but really good fic, and the companion of seeing it from the Sheriff’s and then Derek’s POV is a trip

Part 1: creepy never looked so cute - or, how Sheriff Stiles accidentally adopted a juvenile offender. (another) pyromaniac au. 

Part 2: Derek isn’t exactly like other people. Stiles doesn’t say that because he’s in love with him, or whatever. He’s not like Scott, who thinks Allison hung the freaking moon, or was the first girl to ever let a guy under her bra. Derek isn’t like other people. Sometimes he’s not exactly sane.psychopaths in love - the story from Derek & Stiles’s side.

Stand Fast in Your Enchantments read by chemm80 

(7.5-8 Hours I Explicit I Sterek)  *forced shift!derek, kidnapping, au, spark!stiles

“Stiles knew damn well what a pissed-off wolf sounded like, and every hair on the back of his neck was telling him that somewhere in this room was a very pissed-off werewolf.” An AU in which Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they eat a lot of fast food.

Cornerstone read by Jinxy 

(10-15 Hours I Explicit I Sterek)  *blind!stiles, human au, marine!derek, ptsd

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

Tiny Houses read by Jinxy 

(10-15 Hours I Explicit I Sterek)  *mpreg, rape/noncon. dubcon

 “So this is what Stiles does. He lies in Scott’s bed and waits for Melissa to say she’s found someone to get it out of him, to cure him of the wrongness and the bad, and he dreams.

 God, he dreams.

 He dreams of fire and swollen bellies and that scene in Alien, of giving birth to jackals through his urethra, the whole horrific nine yards. His head is a terrible place to be, he can’t imagine his stomach is much better, why anyone would want to put a thing inside of it.”

anonymous asked:

More musical things please! I love them. Possibly flintwood? (If that's okay Xx)

this is for my @hpminorcharnet‘s ongoing get to know the members challenge: favourite minor characters - oliver wood + marcus flint

I’d heard about him before, I wanted to know some more,
and now I know what they mean, he’s a love machine.

  • Oliver’s obsession interest with Marcus Flint developed when they both became captains of their respective Quidditch teams 
  • They both got given the role at the same time and, Oliver quickly learnt, Marcus had already obtained a great reputation both within and outside the sport 
  • He was obviously a very aggressive and competitive player, something Oliver was happy to rival, but he was surprised to hear about Marcus’ social life 
  • “I heard he snogged all the Slytherin girls in his year last term!” One Ravenclaw whispered to him as he walked to practice one day 
  • “He just looks at one of the girls in our class and they swoon at his feet” another Gryffindor murmured, elbowing Oliver in the ribs when Marcus passed them in the corridor 
  • And Oliver was… interested, to say the least 
  • He was confused as to how this vibrant and vicious personality on the pitch could be so popular and sought after in day to day life 
  • How could anyone, Oliver wondered, want to be romantically involved with someone as crude and harsh as Marcus Flint?

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Birthday Wishes (m)

Word Count: 6,309

Warning: Taehyung Smut

“Fucking great.”

You throw the card you’d been reading down onto the round metal table before you, glancing over it once more. The picture on the front is that of a city, the name written in italic in the top right corner. She hadn’t even tried to personalize the picture for you, nor the letter that is nothing more than a bad excuse.

“Do you want another cup o’ coffee?”

You raise your head up to the server, and answer his question with a nod accompanied by a bitter smile. “Yeah.”

He looks at you with a square smile, then takes your empty cup.

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theemoestdemon  asked:

(i didn't know requests were open lol but here goes) Anyway, I've had this idea all week!! Basically Tom and Marco have to share a bed for whatever reason (And this takes place before they become a thing) and Marco wakes up and Tom starts snuggling with him in his sleep. (Bonus if Tom starts purring)

OMG I CAN’T TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVED THIS!!!!! I hope you enjoy the story! It doesn’t start off Tomco so it comes in a bit as a surprise! I hope you enjoy!

“So Janna and I will stay in the other room, you and Tom can bunk here?” Star suggested at random. Marco gave a thumbs up and Star shook Janna awake, who was a sleep on the floor. The group had taken a trip to another dimension, trying to have a fun little vacation, but it had derailed when they got lost. Now they were staying at some unknown motel in the middle of nowhere. The girls went off into the other mini-bedroom and Tom crawled up on the bed. He curled up like a cat and closed his eyes. Marco laughed.

“Move over.” He gave Tom a gentle shove and the demon snickered, still pretending to be asleep. Marco pulled the blanket over them, and after such a long day of wandering around lost, they fell asleep at once.


Marco rolled over and his eyes fluttered open. He always had trouble sleeping in a new place. Usually he would fall right back asleep, but this time something kept him up. Marco looked over and saw Tom was curled in a tight little ball whimpering in his sleep. “Is he… having a bad dream?” Marco whispered.

Marco bit his lip when Tom gripped the sheets and whimpered again. Without thinking, he just moved closer to the demon. Tom at once latched on to Marco like a koala and snuggled close to the human in his sleep. Marco gasped, but as soon as Tom began to cuddle close to Marco his whimpering stopped and he rested peacefully.

Marco swallowed hard and gently put his arms around the sleeping demon. Tom slept soundly and Marco began stroking his head. He gasped lightly when he heard Tom began to purr lightly at the contact. Marco continued to scratch his ears and pet his head and the demon purred louder. Marco smiled lightly and covered Tom up with the blanket. He didn’t know what was going through his head, but all of the sudden he felt the need to keep Tom safe.


The next morning Tom yawned and opened his eyes. He saw Marco fixing his hair in the mirror and sat up. “Good morning.” Tom rubbed his eyes.

“Hey, how’d you sleep?” Marco asked, trying to sound like nothing happened. Tom fell silent and thought for a long while.

“Actually… really well.” He admitted.

“You say that like you don’t usually.” Marco laughed lightly. Tom tried to force a laugh too but ended up playing with his thumbs. Marco sighed and turned to look at the demon. “Um… we’re friends now.” Marco reminded. “You can talk to me.” he promised.

Tom nodded. “Yeah… you’re right.” He brushed his hair out of his face. His third eye was still squinted sleepily. “It’s… I just have nightmares sometimes… it’s not a big deal I just… don’t sleep well.” He mumbled. Tom then looked up. “But I slept just fine last night.” Tom added, smiling a little. Marco blushed a tad, thinking that might have had something to do with him.

“Well you looked adorable.” Marco whispered. Tom looked up.

“What was that?” He asked. Marco blushed furiously and jumped.

“N-nothing! I said uhm… I said that you looked like you slept fine is all.” Marco cleared his throat and Tom nodded, getting up to get ready for the day. Marco cleared his throat nervously and waited for Star and Janna to finish getting ready. Just watching Tom try and brush his tangled hair was making Marco nervous. Why was being near this demon making arco so nervous.

“Are you guys ready to go?” Janna asked, poking her head in the door. Star jumped behind her and Marco scrambled to put his shoes on.

“Yes! Yes let’s go now!” Marco ran quickly out of the room. Star looked at Marco confused and Tom shrugged. He followed Marco out and Janna and Star were close behind. Tom watched the human skip nervously and felt himself blush. It was nice being so close with the human, he made Tom feel… safe? But that was crazy. No way could he love a human. It was impossible for a demon to love a human!

But Tom felt himself falling hard and fast.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I had a question and wondered if you could help me. I've identified as bi for a while but I've been wondering if my attraction to guys/male-aligned people is just compulsory heterosexuality. Because I can relate to a lot of the comphet posts, especially the ones that say things like "you'd hypothetically date a guy who meets Specific Standards". I have such high standards for guys even looks wise and I don't find 99% of guys attractive but I do find 99% of girls attractive. Any advice?

It really is such a hard thing to figure out! My biggest advice at this point would be to just focus on the attraction that you know is real and you know is wanted–the way you feel about other women. Not only is there something really healing about the way it feels to love another woman, to be loved by another woman, but it also gives you a chance to work through your feelings without worrying about it hurting this person you care about. Which is something that happens super often, people beginning to realize they might be lesbians whild dating a man, but deciding on one level or another not to think about it too hard because they’re already with this guy and they don’t want to hurt them.

Another thing that I think really helps is to think about how you feel about how you feel (I know that sounds so confusing omg!) Like, sometimes it’s not possible to meaningfully sort out ‘real’ authentic attraction from attraction that you feel simply because it’s what has been taught to you. And honestly, how meaningful is it in the end? For a lot of us, not very. What difference is there between a lesbian who is pretty certain that their attraction to men is just because of comp het versus a lesbian who’s not sure at all but knows they don’t -want- to be with men?

A good baby step starting place for this is to think about how y ou feel about being with a woman vs being with a man. Like, long term day to day. For example, when I imagined waking up next to a woman, being annoyed that she forgot to do some random chore, waiting for her to be done in the bathroom so I could brush my teeth, talking about what we should do for dinner… boring mundane every day stuff! it felt perfectly fine. When I thought about the same kinda situation with a man, there was like, this low level dread, almost a feeling of being trapped or imprisoned by this future (and its seeming inevibility at the time!)

(And it still took me like. Four years after I realized that to realize I didn’t just hate the idea of long term relationships or getting married! That I just hated the idea of being with a man like that! Clueless lesbian who?)Of course, your individual feelings and experiences might be really different and that’s fine too, this is only meant for a 'how to dip your toe in’ kind of idea!

Good luck, and please know we love you and value you  no matter what, and no matter how you feel about men, it doens’t change how you feel about women or make you any less welcome in the gay girl community! There’s a lot of this idea that there’s one right way to love women, and that having feelings for men in addition to women is somehow lesser, but there isn’t and it isn’t! You belong here just as much as anyone else :)

A doodle of Vampire! Kenma! Heavily inspired by the fic “I Wanna Be Close To You” by my favorite kuroken author: @shions-heart 

I just gotta say that I love the fic to pieces and it is my go-to read for days when I need a little pick-me-up. Thank you, @shions-heart for creating wonderful stories about our favorite cats and sharing them with us! You are an amazing author, and I’m always excited to see what you come up with next <3

Speedpaint here

alright lads, listen up! you’ve had your audrey hepburns and your marilyn monroes. now, get yourselves ready for the real deal!

meet amor:  an average        ow!  alright, alright!  pass it here;  a super h… i’m not reading that out to them.  seeing as someone’s not happy with the introduction,  i’ll just cut to the chase.  so,  all these stories you’ve heard about cupid and them being the son of love goddess venus or whatever. yeah, all of that!  it’s fake.  except maybe one tiny lil detail and that’s the whole god of affection part. except, minus the god part.  they’ll tell you otherwise,  but don’t believe a thing they say. pathological liar or y’know, just years of being stuck on earth ( we’ll get to that later ) is sure to take its toll on their memories.

so, get this: cupid was originally some bright ball of light. some REAL tinkerbell shit, right ?  trust me, it gets worse. he’s got all his siblings, now, they’re all bright balls of light too. only difference is that he gets picked. by who? keep asking yourself that, you’re not gonna find any answers any time soon.  the next process is easy: like one of those apps. you basically get to choose your face. it all sounds good and everything, but when you’ve never seen a living entity before?  little hard. but, hey, they’ve managed it and i gotta hand it to them. they knew exactly what they were doing.

i can’t just give you all of their life story before we actually do anything with them ( plus, we haven’t got…  waithow many years was that again? )  but here’s a lil bit from them to keep you on your toes.

  • “ finally, i thought she was gonna go on for forever. and my brothers and sisters had the audacity to tell me that i was the motor mouth! me?! i’m the most reserved guy you’ll ever know! ” 
  • “ i don’t have a lot to say, but i just wanna let you know that brangelina. i made that happe      wait. what do you mean they’re not together anymore?! seriously! all that effort, and for what? nothing! there’s just no appreciation these days ! ” 
  • why is everyone calling me cupid… who came up with that? it’s stupid. ”  spoiler: they did. you know that impulse feeling you get as a kid and you do something stupid that you’ll regret for the rest of your life. this is that something stupid for amor.
  • “ red roses? the colour red, in general. i invented ‘em both! ” they only wish. 
  • “ i was basically gonna be the james bond of loooove, but someone, just had to go and tell the people about me. with good intentions, but now daniel craig’s gone and took my spot. i’ll never be known for inventing love. ” they’re really missing the idea of secretive.

did i mention that they could possibly be the worst matchmaker? has their good days but not many. extra as hell? probably has a swear jar but instead of collection cash they’ve got sweets? loves maths? i know, i know, i just had to go and ruin the hashtag relatable streak! but moving on! keep your eyes out for possibly another adaptation of CUPID real soon.

anonymous asked:

Hi Petite Madame! I know this might sound whiny, but... I've come a long way with my drawing, but I have so, so far to go, and every time I want to work on getting better, I get super intimidated and feel like it's impossible. I can't think of any steps I can take that are small enough to be achievable so I just give up :( Have you ever felt like this? How did you get through it?

Hi anon!

I get super intimidated and feel like it’s impossible. I can’t think of any steps I can take that are small enough to be achievable so I just give up :( 

Congratulations, you are an artist! Artists have doubts, moments of discouragements, moments where they “whine”, yes, even King Kanye but at least he’s right about about a very important point:

Listen, if you made it from the beginning to where you are now, I don’t see any reasons why you can’t carry on your path as an artist. I know, I know, there’s a moment in their path where a lot of artists will have the impression to stagnate and not to be able to go further but it’s just an impression, a feeling, a mean little inner voice. Believe it or not, it’s a bit like going on diet: you lose weight rapidly at first, you are happy and then, boom, there’s a moment where, in spite of all your efforts, your weight stagnates and where you have the impression that everything you do is worthless, so you give up and go to MacDonald’s to eat a quadruple Big Mac or whatever sandwich they invented this week. Big mistake! You have to hold on and carry on no matter what because you will improve and yes, things DO get better with practice. Just don’t give up!

I’m just gonna post this series of artworks by Ethan Tennier-Stuart he did between age 13 and 18. Look at this!

That’s what I was explaining to another anon this morning: “Artists are not different from athletes or musicians. We become better by practicing again and again, exactly like a musician improves by practicing their scales and repeating the same movements on their violin or their piano. Don’t wait for inspiration or whatever muse to visit you. Draw, everything, all the time and you’ll see the result.” (Yes, I just quoted myself, I feel very Kanye this morning, but this quote is the truth, so….xD)

Have you ever felt like this? How did you get through it?             

Oh yes! Plenty of times!! It happened when I switched progressively from manga to realistic art and that the eyes of my characters still had a “manga touch” no matter what, it happened when I saw a super cool drawing on the internet and that I had the impression that I will never be able to do something this good, it happened what I failed more than 2 drawings in a row…or that I drew a super cool drawing and had the impression it was just a “one shot”, a stroke of luck and that I will never be able to do this good ever again, it happened when that art I found sooooo cool the day before was in fact a big piece of shit, etc, etc…

It’s perfectly normal. This feeling of frustration and of the unattainable perfection (or just feeling that you will never be good enough) comes and go, and can touch every artist whatever their art skills and their age. I was watching a documentary on Netflix the other day about a guy who did 22 covers for The New Yorker. 22 FUCKING COVERS. Guess what? He was full of doubts, had the impression that he was drawing always the same bullshit and that he needed to improve and to move on in order to renew his inspiration.

On the one hand, I can tell you that I got through it because I never stopped drawing whatever happened, because I was always inspired by other people’s work and this irrepressible urge to understand how they achieved this or that technique, because I always had ideas that I had to draw. But on the other hand, I never got though it because I’m a fucking artist, because I still have moments of heavy discouragement, because I feel sometimes that my art is boring and not imaginative enough, that I should be more “conceptual” instead of going for pure story telling and sequential illustration, that I should renew my style and work on dynamism and depth of field, etc…BUT NO MATTER WHAT, whether I’m at the top of the wave or at the bottom, whether I’m happy about my work or profoundly discouraged, I draw. Everyday, even if it means drawing a fucking tea pot or what I ate for lunch, even if what I do sucks ass, it doesn’t matter.

You get it? So now, go in front of your sketchbook or your computer and draw! You’ll see the improvements you made. Certainly not tomorrow but in a few months and you’ll be proud of you. Just don’t give up. ♥ If you don’t know what to draw, ask your friends to prompt you or go to browse art books (or art Tumblr) to motivate you! You can do it!!

anonymous asked:

Thank god, another bnha scenario blog!! YESS!! I've just read the ones that you have atm and they are awesome!! Could I request a scenario where Kirishima, Denki, Iida and Deku run into Bakugo in a mall, and they see he's with a girl, And they follow him and they find out it's his girlfriend. And the next day they tease him about it in school? I hope I explained it well, I'm m not very good at explaining...Very very sorry for that

I’m gonna make this super long cause I need to apologize for the misunderstanding ;w; 

I’m still very very sorry nonnie! I hope this makes up for it! Enjoy!!

Deku was practically vibrating with excitement as he sighted three of his classmates waving at him from afar.

It had been two days ago when Kirishima and Kaminari approached him to ask whether he’s interested to join them this Saturday for an outing. The freckled boy was so giddy and excited at the prospect of hanging out with his friends outside school, he immediately gave an ‘okay’.

It was amazing how quickly he was able to assimilate ever since he entered UA – to be treated normally and not as an outcast was still a little foreign for him, and to be honest he never knew how happy such a common act could made him. It was all thanks to his kind (well, most of them) classmates in 1-A. They thought of him as an equal, and the treatment was refreshing compared to the ridiculing looks his older classmates would always threw him. 

But most of all, it’s the miracle of Kacchan who was finally starting to acknowledge him as a proper human being! In fact, his childhood friend had probably seen him as an equal now, or so he hoped, if the lessened bullying directed towards him was any indication.

If Bakugou was here right now and could hear his thoughts, he would probably be sulking with that pouty-and-enraged expression of his. Yes, that unique face of his, just similar to the blond stranger a few feet away from them–


“Is that Kacchan?” He couldn’t help but point out.

“Where?!” Kirishima followed his green haired friend’s gaze and gasped in betrayal, “I asked him to come along and he said he was going to spend the weekend at home! The nerve of him!”

Iida pushed up his glasses, feeling responsible to become the voice of reason amidst unruly teenagers, “While I do not condone lying, he must have had a reason for his actions.”

“No, no, Iida, my man– Bros does not lie to each other, ever!”

Before Iida could remove Kirishima’s arm around his shoulder or threw a retort, the blond in their group had intercepted, “It looks like he’s buying something,” Kaminari squinted his electric colored eyes and suddenly threw his companions a wide grin, “Hey, you know what? We should tail him!”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea…. If we get caught….,” The shortest of the group advised. After all, if Bakugou lied to them in the first place, it must be something he really didn’t want anyone to find out.

“Nice, Kaminari! Come on, guys! We’ll lose him at this rate!” The spiky haired redhead took the leader position upon himself and started to stalk his friend, followed by an equally mischievous looking Kaminari, his phone out and with the camera app opened.

Iida and Midoriya glanced at each other with similar meaningful look, one that screamed ‘why do these two always go looking for trouble’, before joining the other two. 

At the very least, Iida had his Engine and Midoriya his One For All Full Cowl, meaning they could each grab a friend and run away lightspeed before Bakugou could blow their heads off if he realized he was being tailed.

Meanwhile, you had been waiting quietly on the benches by the mall’s small, circular fountain. It was a sunny and overall nice Saturday, you had been enjoying your date so far, and you really hoped this peacefulness would last until your date finished. Trouble always seemed to follow your boyfriend as much as how he always seemed to look for it, with that hot head and skyscraper-high pride of his.

When you caught sight of him returning safely with two ice creams on his hands, you beamed brightly and swung your feet childishly in excitement, hand stretched forward to accept your much wanted cold snack. Your boyfriend however, didn’t budge nor acknowledged your gesture.

“What? I brought these for myself, idiot,” his voice was harsh as ever, but you could see the teasing glint in his red eyes, and you decided to play along just for a bit.

You threw him a fake look of betrayal and stood up to your full height before reaching out for one of the sweet treat again. Katsuki stepped backward, and your fingers grabbed air, missing your target. He looked pleased when you pouted, and you threw him a scolding look with your eyebrows raised.

Mean Katsuki! Bad Katsuki!” You chided, enjoying the slight irritation that passed his expression by the tone you used at him, and decided to press more, “You bad, bad boy! Now sit!”

The blond glared at you for daring to give him an order. Him, of all people. A small part of him was slightly impressed, but the most part yelled at himself to establish dominance. “I’m not your fucking dog!”

You gasped in fake dramatized shock when he took a huge bite from what was supposed to be your ice cream, “No! Bad Katsuki! That was supposed to be mine! You can’t eat it!”

“Yeah? Watch me.”

He made a move to take another chunk out of your sweet treat, and you launched forward in desperation.

But your lips met air for a millisecond and collided with your boyfriend’s own. You were eager to return the kiss, amused yet irritated because you had fallen into his trap this time. When you pulled back, you could taste the sweetness on your lips that had only left you wanting for more.

“If you wanted a kiss you should’ve–” The horrified gasp that left your throat had been a real one this time. Katsuki had pushed the remnants of your snack into his mouth, looking thoroughly satisfied and smug.

“That’s for shit talking to me as if I’m your tame little poodle,” he snarled, his signature wide smirk stretched across his face, “You should tread better next ti–”

In a surprisingly quick and sudden movement, you pulled his collar forward and crashed your lips to him. Caught totally off guard, he stayed rooted in his spot, unable to comprehend what had just happened as you licked the remnants of what tasted like chocolate syrup off the side of his lip. When his mind was back in the game, a feral growl muffled against your kiss, he pushed back, wanting to regain control. 

You pulled back swiftly before he could grab your head like how he always would whenever he was in such mood, a conceited grin on your lips.

The wide eyed look on his face was almost comical, and the satisfaction you felt was multiplied tenfold by the ice cream you had gotten hold of, at some point in time in the middle of the kiss when he was most unguarded.

“You should tread better next time, Kacchan!” You laughed in glee and waved the treat before plopping down on the bench and enjoyed your reward for brilliantly executed sneak attack.

“Yo, Kacchan!”

Bakugou felt irritation swooping down full force at the nickname. It increased a hundredfold when he felt the stubborn redhead with boring quirk slung an arm around his shoulder.

“Don’t touch me, shitbag! And don’t you dare use that fucking name!”

Kirishima grinned, wide, and somehow his features seemed darkened and his smile seemed less friendly than usual. He was reminded of the aura whom the grape-head would exude whenever the creep thought of females in general. It was disturbing to say the least, but he kept his trademark glare up nonetheless.

“Oho? But you let your girlfriend calls you so, don’t you?!” His classmate said rather loudly, putting an emphasis to the word ‘girlfriend’, and the whole class fell silent. Apparently the topic of Bakugou having a girlfriend was too good to not listen to.

He felt blood rushing to his cheeks, and several explosions lit from his hand in rapid succession, “What the fuck are you blabbing about!?”

“Come on, Kacchan, out with it! Aren’t we bros?” Kaminari joined in, wearing a similar expression as Kirishima.

“We’re not, you sick fuck!!”

“Bakugou! It’s dishonorable to lie to your friends!”

“Kacchan, um, I-I think it’s better if you tell them the truth… Before the photos spread….”

And then suddenly everything clicked; the weird feeling of being watched looming over him halfway through the date last Saturday wasn’t just his imagination. He felt rage bubbling in the pit of his stomach as his palm met the desk and the poor object met exploded in contact.



Word Count: 1156

Genre: Yandere!Jin

|| Kim Seokjin; a simple man with simple wants. Only to get what he wants, he has to kill off all competition. She’s the most beautiful girl he had ever encountered, but what happens when crazy meets crazy?

Jimin Ver. | Tae Ver. | Jin Ver.

Originally posted by ofzico

Jin’s eyes fixated on the way Y/N curved her lips into the softest smile he had ever seen. Everything about her was so perfect, so flawless, that he had to keep it all to himself. Her beauty would belong to him sooner or later no matter what it took. After all, Jin already had another man’s blood and flesh under his fingernails. Watching her from afar had become his favourite past time. Y/N sometimes went to the most peculiar places; last week she went to a man’s house, and that man was stuck six-feet under somewhere in Jin’s backyard. She never visited him again.

Kim Seokjin was a simple man, with simple wants, and all he wanted was to hide away under his covers with Y/N, their limbs entangling and their bodies sleeping for just five more minutes. Lazy good morning kisses, the sweet smell of her hair in the morning, her low groggy voice that would somehow be cute and endearing; he wanted it all.

As she entered her house safely, Jin closed his blinds and laid back down on his messy bed; he had been tossing and turning lately, but he had no idea why. He figured it was because Y/N was haunting his dreams, but he wouldn’t remember in the morning. Staring at the ceiling, Jin’s hands fly in front of him as his eyes examine his dirty fingernails. Blood, flesh, hair; these were the remnants of the man Jin had to get rid of that day. It was a shame that Hoseok had to come in the way of Jin’s wrath.

He was my closest friend, Jin thought, picking at his hands. Jin wasn’t sure if Hoseok was really a friend, but he was pretty darn close. His eyes softened at the thought of Hoseok as he felt remorse wash over him. Y/N really was poison to Jin. He had no idea why he became like this, but he felt desperate to win Y/N’s affection.

She’ll be mine.

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anonymous asked:

(1/3) Any advice you could give me? I'm an INTJ and I've been in quite the Se grip for quite a few months, and being aware of it makes it even worse. I stress-eat and so I've gained quite some weight as well. The main reason for this is that I've been thrown off my "juju" (if that makes sense) and failed to make my intricate schedule prior to this college sem (For various reasons. Mainly guys. This is why I cannot date. I cannot focus my energy on two things at once. Also emotions ???)

(2/3) I’m quite stressed in result of the lack of structure and also, I’ve been lacking in performance lately. Simply put, it’s a matter of “I’m going to fail, it’s not going to be perfect. So why should I even try?”. I understand this mindset isn’t healthy, and it’s not how I usually am. I hate not being at my best and not doing anything worthwhile. So I am under constant stress, stress-eating and over-indulging to cope, hating myself for not taking action, and the cycle continues.
(3/3) I’ve tried to come up with ideas myself but… I think it’d be better and more comforting even, to hear from someone else how I can get myself out of this horrid rut? Thank you for your answer, I appreciate it and your blog.


INFJ: Hey there, INTJ. So when I get this type of questions, I end up talking about what has worked for me or what has work for people around me, since that’s the best mark of quality I can offer. However, I understand different people work differently and maybe not all of this helps. But if there is something in my words that help you regain your steps, I’ll be a happy camper.

First things first, something you already know: you’ve made some not-so-good choices that took you were you are now. I am quite sure that some circumstances had a bad effect on you, which mix in the rut you are talking about. I’ve seen that in my INTJ. So my first advise is to understand one thing, without falling in the next one:

  • Understand that your present self is a product of your past choices.
  • Understand that hating on your past and present self isn’t gonna help your future you. (In the end, we are here to try to make things easier to future you).This is harder than what it looks like. 

[Geek example, ignore if you don’t need it(?): There is this thing in games called Random Number Generator, that makes things a little random sometimes. When you are playing an strategy game and you get your fair amount of bad luck. Maybe your attack didn’t hit your opponent three times in a row and you loose because of it. That sucks. Would things had been different in other circumstances? Probably, yes. But you see, you can’t control RNG, the same way you can’t control some of the things that happen to you. What you can do, is prepare the best strategy you can possibly make, and try your very best every moment. Okay, geek off].

The second thing I’d recommend is reading my last post about overthinking if you haven’t already. You can find it here. 
There are some points that might help, and for starters, I really, really, really recommend you to go for a walk everyday. It’s a great predecesor to create the habit if exercising. It does sound like there is a little too much serotonin in your brain at all times lately and not quite enough endorphins there. Going for a walk everyday can be hell, but I am confident you can do it. At lest ten minutes. As they say in Bojack Horseman: “It gets easier. You have to do it everyday. That’s the hard part. But it does get easier”. This might take a while, but exercise helps with:

- Sleep problems.
- Training your will.
- Making you feel better.
- Keeping your mind at a your very best.

As I said, this might be difficult at first. Don’t beat yourself if the day ends and you haven’t gone for a walk. That is like blaming RNG, won’t help. Just plan the walk you are gonna take first things first the next day, and do it.

This brings me to my next point: your J is frozen. So let’s bring some warmth! I want you to find a place where you can write. A piece of paper works, but if you have a notebook you can use, that might be better. I want you to stop reading this when I give you directions, and come back when you are done, okay? For around five minutes, try to put in this piece of paper every task you’d been procrastinating that is making your mind feel shitty. It might be laundry, it might be signing up for a gym, it might be buying one particular text book.

Do it now. I’ll wait here till you are done.

Are you done? (If you just want to keep reading that’s okay too, just do it later, alright?) Now, I want you to do one of two things (even both). This is since I’ve watch that one works for some people and the other one for others:

  1. Divide each task in one of each of this pairs: important-not important, urgent-not urgent.
  2. Put next to each task how long it’s gonna take you. If you are not quite sure, try to switch it in “5 mins, 10 mins, 30 mins, one hour, unknown”. 

If you completed the first instruction, you’ll have a list of things you need to get done right now (important-urgent). This is your fire zone (my INTJ gets dizzy after dealing with this one for too long). If you feel in a constant feel of urgent things, where everything is important, you’ll eat out your willpower and then it will be hell to seat down and make an action plan because your mind will be burn-out. This is probably the case, so we are gonna take things slow. Don’t put in your plate more than you can eat. As well as going for the walks I talked about, you are going to do one thing of this category each day. You can do more if you feel like it, but for a start, every night before (or every morning of the day in question, whatever works for you) you are gonna choose which task you wanna get done the next day. And then, try to get it that the day in question. At the same time, I recommend doing as a secondary quest, one of the tasks in the important-non urgent category (this is the category I feel like you should be in). But this is a secondary mission. Do it only if you can, or if one day you feel like you can’t do your primary mission and there is a task for the secondary you could get done.

When the first week is over, how about you come back and talk to us? Maybe we ca try a little review of your week. Has this worked? Do you have any suggestion? Do you want further advise? I’ll be glad to help if I can, and give out more tips if I find some that might help. Sorry if it this was weirdly written. You really got this, okay? Just follow the first step and keep going.

PS: You can obviously talk to us before one week goes by. I mean, whenever you need. 

Now, up with you!


INTJ: I don’t feel like there’s much for me to offer other than my own personal experience. That stage was hell for me, too, and I know it sucks hearing that it’s not so important because our future and aspirations are important. But you can handle this. And it does get better. 

Part 2, Chapter 2: Mouth of the Water

First the dogs will bark. They’ll know before any of us. Then I will have six to fifteen minutes.

I’ve been taking long walks on this coast, just north of the Oregon border. Bald eagles, actual bald eagles, sitting on a wide sandy beach, and I’m the only one here to see it. I can’t see anyone else in either direction. Waves repeating themselves at the tideline, clouds of birds fluttering up and resetting. 10 to 30 seconds after the dogs start barking, the ground will shake. 6 to 15 minutes later, the tsunami will come.

An earthquake is due here, and afterward the tsunami inevitable. If I began running when the dogs started barking, could I make it to the grassy dunes and up to the hills?

No. I can see the root, can make any plan I want, but I couldn’t outrun the wave. Six to fifteen minutes after the dogs started barking I would die. That’s what would happen.

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anonymous asked:

are you taking requests? I just really crave a deep heated argument between Harry and Y/n like I've always kinda imagined them fighting on the tour bus and she screams at him "I wish we never met!" and she runs off and like Lou and the boys all heard her and she like runs into the venue omg... that's so melodramatic. you totally don't have to do that but I mean the idea is there if you want! thank you Courtney!!!

Alright so here’s what I did with part 2 of THIS BLURB. Super melodramatic, cringe and eye-rolling worthy. Haha forgive me.

Claiming His Territory

Opening the bathroom door, you stepped back into the dressing room. Harry sat on the sofa, but you barely looked at him. Instead you made your way to the exit.

“Where are you going?” you heard him ask.

“Gonna try to find a scarf or something,” you replied.

“So ya are mad,” remarked Harry.

“I didn’t say I was mad. Did I say that?” you jerked around, your hands on your hips.

“Your tone says you’re mad.”

“So I have a tone now?”

Harry groaned, running a hand down his face. “Babe, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

You sighed loudly, dropping your arms. “I said it’s fine, Harry. I’m not mad. It’s just kind of embarrassing is all.”

Harry glared at you with a set jaw. Grabbing the doorknob, you swung the heavy door open.

“I gotta go find something. I’ll be back,” you announced.

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The Things I've Left Unsaid

Steggy Positivity Week, day 6
Prompt: Quotes, Lyrics, etc.

Summary: Steve tries to plan a date. Things don’t go quite as planned.

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There are plenty of great things about actually getting to date Peggy Carter. Their snatched moments during the war might have made his breath catch and left him with sweet dreams, but bunker lights and night operations were so dim that he is only now finding out how truly dazzling her smile is, and war rationing had made it impossible to know that she always got an extra scoop of ice cream and didn’t have any shame about stealing from his too.

He’d just like all that discovery better if they actually got to go on regular dates.

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  • Vax: .. If you had to get away with murder, how would you do it?
  • Percy: .. /What/?!
  • Vax: Like, if you killed someone, how would you cover it up?
  • Percy: Why the fuck are you asking that?
  • Vax: What? It's just a question.
  • Percy: NO IT'S ISN'T!
  • Vax: What?!
  • Percy: That's like asking 'Hey, if you were gonna rob someone, how would you do it?!'
  • Vax: With clown masks, and a hot air balloon.
  • Percy: That's super suspicious!
  • (The sound of a body thudding against the ground is heard)
  • Percy: ... Wait. Clown masks, and a hot air balloon?
  • Vax: Uh, /yeah/.
  • Percy: JUST to rob one guy? I'm not talking about a big bank heist here, Vax, it's just one guy.
  • Vax: I know. I understand the question.
  • Percy: ... WHY THE HELL WOULD YO--
  • Vax: Guy walks into a police station, and says he was robbed. The cop asks 'by who'? The guy says, 'by a guy wearing a clown mask, and escaped in a hot air balloon!'
  • Vax: No one's gonna believe that shit! It's the perfect crime!
  • Percy:
  • Percy: That is the stupidest shit I've ever heard.
  • Vax: I just don't think you're seeing the big picture here, Percy.
  • Percy: Exactly how is one robbery going to cover the cost of one hot air balloon?
  • Vax: Oh, dude, hot balloons are dirt cheap these days! We got space ships, and shit! You think anyone's going to ask for an arm and a leg, for some warm air and a basket?!
  • Vax: Now CLOWN MASKS, on the other hand, are pricey. You GOTTA buy high quality!
  • Percy: So, then, do you pay for the FUCKING CLOWN MASK?!
  • Vax: YOU DON'T! YOU STEAL IT! YOU'RE A FUCKING MASTER THIEF IN THIS SCENARIO! Have you not been paying attention to ANYTHING I've been saying?!!
  • Percy: Oh that's it. I'm done. I am DONE with this conversation. It's stupid. YOU'RE STUPID. It's a waste of my precious time.
  • Vax: What?! You got a better idea?!
  • Percy: You get it a gun! You point it at someone! And tell them to give you their fucking wallet!!!
  • Vax:
  • Percy: .. What?
  • Vax: Nothin'.
  • Percy: Whaaat?!
  • Vax: I'm just saying. That seemed awfully rehearsed, man. That's pretty suspicious.
  • Percy: .. What?! What the fuck are you talking about, me?! I wouldn't!!
  • Vax: Whoa, dude, no need to shout here! I don't want any trouble!
  • Percy: But I'm not--!
  • Vax: Let's just agree to let this go, and I won't tell Sarge.
  • Percy: But..! (Groans).
  • (A minute long silence).
  • Vax: .. If I was gonna murder someone, I'd dissolve them in acid.
A Ricky Horror Imagine- That's The Fucking Cutest Thing I've Ever Seen *Requested* pretty long but good as hell

~~Your Point of View~~

You and Ricky have been dating for two months today.  You were both really happy together.  To celebrate, you guys were having your first sleepover together.  To be honest, you were never happier in the past 10 yeas.  You were in a bad relationship for a while and plus your best friend died so the past ten years have been hell.  They overdosed on heroin and just suddenly your life seemed empty. And then you met Joe.  Well at first he distracted you and made you happy.  Soon after he showed his true self.  You were abused physically, verbally, and sexually. You always wanted to keep your virginity until marriage.  That obviously didn’t happen.  Joe eventually raped you many of times and would always insult you and he hit you.. a lot.  But after a while of that you met Ricky.  That whole cycle started in high school and you ended up here.  Happier than ever.  Of course you’re still horrified and scarred from losing your best friend and then Joe.  You had nightmares about both of those events practically every night.  You were just hoping it wouldn’t happen tonight.  You found yourself usually waking up screaming from them after they occur in the night.  You don’t want Ricky to see you like that.  Ever since you were fourteen, your life was hell for you and then he came along and made it worth living.  He knows about Joe and your friend.  He promised, and I quote, “If I ever see him I will personally beat the shit out of him and make sure he knows how much a worthless piece of fucking shit he is.  And if he ever tries speaking to you again or even tries to come near you, he will not see another day.  I don’t care how much jail-time it would give me.  We may have only been going out for two months but NOBODY does that to ANYBODY without me doing something about it.” You believed him, you loved him but he doesn’t know that yet. You guys were good friends for a year and you liked him the whole time but now you were in love but you were too scared to tell him and plus you didn’t think he loved you more than a friend yet.  Well, right now you were driving to his house and you were about 10 minutes away so you just turned the music up and danced in your seat a bit.

~~Ricky’s Point Of View~~

(Y/N) was going to be here anytime soon.  I couldn’t wait for her to come over.  Tonight is our two month anniversary and our first sleepover.  We were friends for a while because when we met she just got out of horrible relationship with a guy I don’t even want to think about before I’m too angry to enjoy this night.  But anyway, she makes me so happy, always did.  For a year I was tortured with loving her for so long and she was finally ready two months ago.  That was an awesome day for me.  I was making food right now.  Spaghetti and sauce, she loved that so I thought it was a good idea to make.  In my living room, I made a blanket fort with twinkly lights and a bunch of cool movies she loves.  I got popcorn and a bunch of snacks we both like.  I know (Y/N) and I won’t be having sex for a while, or until we’re married, which I can see me proposing to her. She’s definitely worth the wait.  I feel bad she couldn’t keep her wish but I’m going to pretend she still is a virgin like she wished.  I really love her and I plan on telling her tonight tomorrow.  My thoughts were suddenly and pleasantly interrupted by a knock at the door….

~~Your Point Of View~~

I pulled into his driveway right next to his car.  I grabbed my overnight bag and pillow and walked up to the door and knocked the way I always do.  I thought I heard Ricky running and then a big crash.  It made me jump a bit and then the door opened a few seconds later Ricky opened the door and I smelt spaghetti with sauce, my favorite. “Ricky you made spaghetti with marinara sauce?” He smiled so happily and proudly and nodded.  I gave him a huge hug and kiss on the cheek as I walked inside.

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