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Grounding is a set of simple strategies to  detach from emotional pain for example (cravings, self harm urges, emotional eating behaviour etc.) Grounding can also be a way of returning your attention to the outside world and away from yourself. In the case of dissociation.


When you are overwhelmed with emotional pain, you need a way to detach so that you can gain control over your feelings and stay safe. As long as you are grounding, you are more likely to be able to overcome urges. Grounding ‘anchors’ you to reality.

Many people with PTSD and dissociative disorders struggle with either feeling too much (overwhelming emotions and memories) or too little (numbing and dissociation). In grounding, you attain balance between the two—conscious of reality and ability to tolerate it.


§ Grounding can be done any time, anywhere and no one has to know.

·       §  Use grounding when you are: faced with a trigger, having a flashback or dissociating.

·       §  Keep your eyes open, look around the room, and make sure the light is good to stay in touch with the present.

·       §  Rate your mood before and after to test whether it worked. Before grounding, rate your level of

·       §  emotional pain, or your level of dissociation. Then re-rate it afterwards. Has it gone down?

·       Try not to make judgements or think negatively. The idea is to distract from the negatives.

·       §  Stay neutral—no judgments of good or bad.

·       §  Focus on the present, not the past or future.

·       §  Grounding is much more active than relaxation exercises and focuses your attention.

Grounding is deemed to be a better way of coping with PTSD and dissociative disorders than relaxation practice. As during relaxation the focus is too much within the body, which at the worst may bring on flashbacks.



o    Describe to yourself in detail your surroundings: For example “The walls are white, there are three pink chairs and a blue sofa. There is a picture of a brown border collie on the wall with a gold frame around it.” You can do this out loud if appropriate, or in your head if you are in public.

o    Play a game like “Scattergories” in your head or with a friend or family member. Choose a letter of the alphabet and try and come up with as many examples of a category you choose as you can. For example C … Boys names: Christopher, Curtis, Carl, Charles etc.

o    Do an age progression. IThis can be particularly useful if you have dissociated or regressed to a younger alter or state. For example in my experiences I have an alter who is three. So I might say… Now I am four, I am at home with Mummy and Daddy and I can do (an example of an age appropriate activity) alone. Work your way up until you are back to your current age. This may not always work for little alters, but can help.

o    Describe an everyday activity in great detail. For example if you like gardening “I open the shed door and pull out the lawn mower, I connect it to a power supply and climb on. I turn the key and put it into drive….”

o    Imagine. For example make up a nice little story in your head, or out loud. “I am putting some roller skates on, and I am slowly gliding away from all my emotional suffering down a beautiful smooth lane, having fun listening to my favourite music LOUD!”

o    Say a safety statement. ‘My name is _________; I am safe right now. I am in the present, not the past. I am in _____________ the date is _____________.

·        Read something, saying each word to yourself. Or read each letter backwards so that you focus or the letters and not on the meaning of words.

·        Use humour: For example have a “Funny Memory Bank” where you store up your favourite witty moments for those detached, rainy days.  

·        Count to 100 or say the alphabet very slowly or very fast.

·        Repeat something meaningful to yourself, such as a prayer or quote. For example you could use the Serenity Prayer.


û Run cool or warm water over your hands.

û  Grab tightly onto your chair as hard as you can.

·       û  Touch various objects around you: a pen. keys, your clothing, the table, the walls. Pay close attention to colours, weights, textures etc.

·       û  Firmly stamp your feet on the floor, literally grounding yourself. Feel the tension of your feet against the pressure of the floor.

·       û  Carry a ground object in your pocket—a small object such as a rock, stone, crystal, bead, piece of string or cloth, or a stress ball that you can touch whenever you feel triggered.

·       û  Jump up and down.

·       û  Stretch reach upwards and pull yourself tall. Extend your arms, legs, fingers and toes.

·       û  Walk slowly, noticing each footstep.

·       û  Eat something yummy. Notice the flavours, textures and feelings that come up for you.


·        Use Cheerleading statements, as if you were talking to a small child. For example “You are having a difficult time adjusting to these chanes, but you are doing so well. You should be proud of yourself.”

·        Think of favorites. Think of your favorite color, animal, season, food, time of day, TV show.

·        Picture people you care about. Even get a photobook made of positive pictures or pictures of people you love! Such a simple nice way to ground, and you can get A4 photo books at the moment from GroupOn for under £7!! (I in no way endorse them I just thought it was a good offer!)

·        Remember the words to an inspiring song, quotation or poem that you like or feel positively about. Maybe write out the words and decorate it for your wall.

·        Remember a safe place. Describe a place that you find very soothing it could be when you went on holiday to the beach, or walking in the woods. Or just a time you felt safe and peaceful at home in your living room or in bed.

·        Plan out a safe treat for yourself, such as a trip to a coffee shop with a friend, making a nice dinner or a bath with some nice toiletries or candles if you feel safe to use them

·        Think of things you are looking forward to in the next week. Perhaps schedule your time so you build some structure for chores and pleasurable activities. It can help to know what you are doing and also not just sit at home with nothing to do. This can cause difficulties.


Practice as often as possible. Even when you don’t feel overwhelmed or dissociative. This way it will come more naturally to you when you are struggling.

Practice faster. Speeding up the pace gets you focused on the outside world quickly.
Try grounding for a Ioooong time 20 mins at least, and then repeat !!
Try to notice whether you do better with physical or mental or soothing grounding.

Create your own methods of grounding. Any method you make up may be worth much more than those you read here because it is yours.

Start grounding early in a negative mood cycle. Start when you begin to feel the early warning signs of dissociation or when you have just started having a flashback.

"But my Plot isn’t UNIQUE or BIG enough!”

One thing that I worry about is that my plot isn’t good enough. I know lots of other writers who have had this issue in the past as well, and it’s all about having confidence in yourself and your ability to tell a tale. 

The plot doesn’t have to be groundbreaking, just think of how many people get fed up of Shyamalan twist-endings. They’re clever sometimes, yes, but they’re also not what everyone ever is looking for, and when they are forced into a piece of work it is painfully obvious to anyone who really values what you’ve written. 

What matters is the telling of the story. Your plot can be exceptionally simple, and you might write one of the most compelling books of our era. 

I found one thing that helped was to look at other works, and try and break them down into their very, very simplistic terms - the bare bones, the things the author would have decided up front perhaps. The things that… if told without the wonder of the story, might have been boring. 

Like A Song of Ice and Fire, for example, which tells the stories of Political struggle against a backdrop of Ice creatures who can raise the dead and force them to attack you. It’s basically a Socio-Political zombie apocalypse, with dragons. That could have gone either way; as it was, it went amazingly. Because Martin is a master of making every character a person, and building such a rich, colourful world that we believe it. 

So, what I’ve done is looked at a very popular work that spans multiple books. Harry Potter is widely known, so this should be useful to as many people as possible. It is also praised as one of the most in depth and atmospheric works for children, young people, adults, or just about anyone, having been translated, adapted and studied over and over. 

                           HARRY POTTER BREAKDOWN

Bread and Butter

So, when I asked Google what the heck the plot of Harry Potter was, I got this;

This is what I’m going to call the BREAD AND BUTTER of the story. It’s what happens in the day-to-day of the story. It’s perhaps the introduction J. K. would have given when first sending in her manuscript. It’s also a hugely unoriginal idea. 

The concept of a young Witch or Wizard attending a magical school where they can learn their abilities has been done before, a lot. It is basically the prmise of books like EarthSea and the Worst Witch. 

So next time you think your premise is overdone or uninspired, remember that it doesn’t matter. It’s not the premise that counts, it’s what you do with it. What Rowling did with it was create an in-depth world, full of structures and rules, populated by characters we all loved, hated, felt sorry for or routed for. She also made sure to include a way for us to learn more about the world, so she made her protagonist just as unaware of the wonder and horror as all of us. 


In this case, tea is gonna’ be the conflict of the story. The main arc. Because going to a Wizard School is freaking awesome and everything, but this story needs risk. Our characters need to be in danger, and they need something to overcome. Often writers get stuck here. They have a wonderful setting and they really want to write about their character doing this or that, but what’s the main goal? What is there to overcome? 

Very simply, Rowling’s villain is a man who wishes to purify the progression of magic by weeding out those who’s blood he see’s as tainted. He is a Hitler-figure, who himself should be ‘tainted’ in his own view. That’s the villain’s GOAL. It’s clear, and simple. 

If you think your villains goal is too simple, just look at Voldemort’s goal. What makes it more complex are the many twists and turns he and Harry both have to adapt too. His many failures, as well. 

Voldemort fits into many tropes, including the bad guy ‘selling his soul’ to achieve a vain goal, the bad guy murdering the heroes’ parents, the ‘more like you than you think’ trope, where a Villain and a hero are quite similar. I especailly like that last one, because J. K. played with it. Yes, she included it, and yes she gave a magical reason as to why. 

That just shows that unique elements can be added on to overdone ideas, to make them wonderful. 

Jam and Cream

This is where Rowling turns her simple ideas into something beautiful. Whether an idea is original or not, it will not matter if the depth is not there. Jam and Cream stands for all the little things

The fact one of the most hated antagonists was only a prime player in one book but left such an impression, the fact Hermione was disliked by the main characters at first, the fact Neville was the cowardly laughing stock of the group for years. Let’s see… The fact Sybil was right about almost all of her predictions and no one believed her, thus linking her with the Mythological figure Cassandra. 

The use of diversion and tension in The Prisoner of Azkaban, the fact that Harry’s own father was rather arrogant and mean at times, yet still a good person. The moral ambiguity of characters like Dumbledore or Snape. 


That isn’t even naming the things the books got wrong. Because every author makes mistakes. Yes! You’re allowed too! J. K. has Dumbledore play the ‘I’m going to withhold information from you for the sake of the plot,’ card. We are also supposed to believe Harry forgave everything Snape ever did and named his son after him because he rather fancied his mother. Many issues are left unaddressed, such as the disinterest/damn right rudeness towards Hagrid in the final years, or the silly quest over the fake Sword. 

But in the end, if the story is told masterfully, no one is going to care. 

Basically, what I’m trying to say is, if you plot is overdone, don’t worry about it. If your world feels familiar, do more to make it your own. If your villain feels like a trope, give them more twists and turns, and maybe a reason for the trope that fits your world alone. If your characters feel stale, give them more scenes that address their personality. 

You’re doing fine, and your manuscript is totally fine. If you believe in it, there’s gonna’ be at least a hundred more people who would too. 

okay with less

Hey friends! As you know I’m absolutely shitty with keeping up with requests and writing them quickly, but I do give my best. 

This story is based on requests: H’s girlfriend who’s in college is a bit insecure about not having the same wealth he enjoys and when his friend jokes about her being too young as well, things get a little messy. 

Also, it’s a bit christmasy. :)

Picture isn’t mine. x 

The list of things I still needed to get in time for christmas was endless while the weight of my wallet got lighter with every store I entered. A heavy sigh fell from my lips and I watched with envy how people rushed past me, determination written over their faces and bags filled with goods in their grasps. No worries in their minds, except perhaps whether or not there were enough table decorations left to buy or if their relatives would arrive on time this once or whether or not the candles would burn bright and long enough. 
All troubles I didn’t have.
My little flat I could only pay rent for by working every day after school in a small cafe, which admittedly didn’t pay too well, and through the generous support provided by my family, was decorated with fairy lights, but no christmas tree, no ornaments and no presents. Those were luxuries I couldn’t afford, which was okay. Harry had kindly invited me to spend christmas with him and his family in their home, meaning my flat didn’t have to be pretty and perfect for anyone, me included. Complaining would be pointless and I counted myself lucky that I could live in my favorite city, study and get a good education and that my boyfriend was understanding and respectful when I couldn’t keep up with his lifestyle all of the time.
I supposed that was the only aspect of being a student in an expensive place like London, I didn’t like: Having to tell Harry no when he asked me to accompany him to an expensive business dinner, saying no when he asked me to join him and his friends on a holiday and either declining his invitations to events or attending only to then the next day read about how I’d been the ‘worst dressed’ and the ‘cheapest looking’ there. 

“You know I could help you out,” Harry had offered more than once, be it about more decorations and presents for christmas like he had only yesterday, dresses he knew I liked but couldn’t afford, or books I needed for school as well as the rent of my flat.
Of course I couldn’t and most definitely wouldn’t let him do that for me. I was his partner, not someone who’d take advantage of his hard worked for and well deserved money, which I knew he appreciated but the faint sparkle of disappointment when I sent him off somewhere fun without me, didn’t go unnoticed. It was the same sadness I felt, too.

I glanced at the bag in my hand, filled to the brim with everything Harry and I would need for the christmas biscuit baking marathon we’d decided to do tonight and my heart jumped with excitement. There were tiny silvern eatable stars and I’d thrown in a few food colourings as well, happy to finally try the funny looking biscuits I’d seen on tumblr.
Upon stepping out into the cold air of a cloudy day, I stepped aside and against the building to keep out of the way of the people rushing to get past me, and pulled out my phone to check for any messages, especially from Harry. There were a couple. 

From H, 16:07
Got us some cookie cutters! Even a reindeer!! I’m excited. Love you. x

From H, 16:45
I fucked up. John and Jake just called saying that we’d agreed to hang out tonight ages ago and I totally forgot. I know what you’re going to say and no I couldn’t just bail on them. Not bailing on you either. Promised you this and won’t let you make me go and postpone us. Not gonna happen.
You think it’ll be okay for them to come over tonight as well? We can still bake, it’d just be them there, too. Compromise? Again, I’m sorry. x

From H, 16:47
Don’t be disappointed please. I love you. Think of the reindeer cutter I got us! x

Well great, I thought and bit my bottom lip harshly. I quite liked Jake, and John was okay as well, but I wasn’t thrilled to have them crash what was meant to be a quiet night in with my boyfriend. We hadn’t had one of those in a while and truth to be told, I missed him.
Just when I was about to text something back, his picture flashed over the screen of my phone. 

“Hey,” I answered his call, “I just got your texts.”

“M’really sorry,” Harry muttered and I could hear the disappointment I felt mirrored in his voice, “A shit boyfriend as well as a shit pal is what I am. Got every right to be mad at me, love.”

“I’m not mad,” I assured with a shrug he couldn’t see and turned to slowly walk down the street towards the busstop I wanted to take, “It’s not ideal and I could do without them being there, but as long as you promise to bake at least one tray of biscuits with me before leaving to go out with them, I think I’ll be okay.”

“M’not going out with them at all,” Harry protested, though I heard a faint smile in his voice at the reassurance that I wasn’t angry, “M’gonna bake with you and we’ll have our nice little night in like we wanted to.” 

“Except with your friends there, too.” 

He sighed. “Yeah.”

“Romantic,” I giggled, but told him once more that it really was okay and that I loved him still, earning me a soft laugh and sigh of relief.


Harry’s flat was much larger than mine and had a grand kitchen and huge oven, one I preheated when Harry finished our dough he insisted on making alone, since he never failed to remind me of his experience in the baking field. 

“Done,” he called, a confident and proud grin on his face, “S’gonna be delicious, love. Old recipe that sold itself very well where I used to work.”

“You should know, cashier,” I laughed and he was just about to flip me off when the door to his home opened and two sets of heavy footsteps barged in.

“Oi! Harry!”

He shot me a glance before walking out of the kitchen and towards his two mates. I heard him welcome them and the patting noise of men clapping each other on the back. I rolled my eyes and smiled.

“S’the lady here, too?” Jake asked before turning around the corner and stepping into the kitchen to greet me. 

“Hey,” I replied and stepped into his arms for a brief hug. 

“Lady, you say?” John laughed from the door and entered as well, Harry right behind him, “She’s a little girl, if that.”

“Hello to you, too, John,” I greeted him, all warmth gone from my voice. 

He nodded into my direction, then he smirked. “Nice little flat, isn’t it? No wonder you like it here. Tell me, where exactly is that box you live in?”

I sighed. “My flat is just fine, thank you very much.”

John shrugged. “M’not saying it isn’t. Just surprised you’re not taking more advantage of the boyfriend you’ve got. I would if I had as little as you do.”

“Oh, shut up,” Harry shrugged the comment off, giving me a warm smile.

He stepped around his friends and came to stand by the counter again, where he pulled out the cutters from a plastic bag and placed them on the top next to our dough and suddenly the atmosphere in the room changed completely, his charm and warmth calming me instantly.
I grinned, happy that he wasn’t all of a sudden ‘too cool’ to help me and not in full ‘lad’ mode.

“Oh, biscuits!” Jake fake cheered, voice high pitched and a wide grin on his face, before turning to me, “Are we required to help or can we just stick around and eat them once they’re done.”

“The latter,” I replied, before picking out the cutters I wanted to use first while Harry rolled out the dough until it was about two millimeters thin. 

He flashed me a smile when he saw me pick out the reindeer cutter and I blew him a kiss. 

“Perfect!” Jake laughed, pulled out one of the bar stools to opposite of us so he could chat with Harry and John while we continued to bake.

It was nice. Harry joked around with his friends while occasionally bumping his hip to mine where I stood by his side and slowly the metal tray filled with little reindeer, moon, star, heart, bunny and owl shaped biscuits. Harry helped me paint them with different food colourings and enjoyed creating little faces on the dough animals. The kitchen filled with the christmas songs the radio had been playing on a loop for weeks now and I enjoyed how, although our change in plans, so far the afternoon was great regardless.

Jake joked about how rubbish my owl looked and I batted his hand away when he tried to steal one of the smaller biscuits to nibble on the sweet, uncooked dough. 

“Harry! Your friend’s being a child!” I whined with a laugh and Jake stuck out his tongue at me to emphasize my words. 

Harry chuckled and was about to reply when John interrupted him.

“If anything you’re the child,” John shrugged, sending me a mean grin, “Even have to ask Daddy to help you? Aw, how cute.”

“Sod off,” I joked, hiding the small sting his words inflicted in my chest. 

That was exactly why I didn’t like John too much and hadn’t made an effort to get to know him well. He never failed to mention that I was younger than him, Harry and anybody of their friendship group. Not by far, only a couple of years, but for whatever reason he found it amusing enough to pick on me constantly.  

“Oi!” John continued to taunt me, leaning further over the counter so his face got closer to mine, “What foul words coming form your mouth, kid. Don’t they teach you how to speak to adults in school?”

“We’re too busy studying and preparing for our finals to be belittled like that,” I countered, a faint quiver in my voice only Harry noticed. 

“She’s a smart one,” Harry said in and I smiled when his lips pressed to the crown of my head. I let myself lean into his side momentarily and a flour covered hand squeezed my side so his friends couldn’t see. 

I’d confessed to Harry how the comments of his friend annoyed me when last time he’d been around he’d claimed I was too young to drink and had spent the entire evening ripping alcoholic drinks from my hand and taking the piss when I’d asked him to stop doing so.

“M’not saying she isn’t clever,” John agreed, shooting Harry a wink, “And s’great you’re proud of her. S’just that lots of kids are smart in kindergarden. Doesn’t make her Einstein, H. Just you wait what she’s like once she’s hit puberty.”

A harsh wave of tears crashed through me and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep them at bay and not let the embarrassment I felt show.
I was proud of my education, proud of how hard I worked and my heart fell even lower at the thought of John learning about my part time job, certain he’d call the cafe and ask them if they thought employing a child was legal.
I lowered my gaze to the colourful goods in front of us and suddenly, even though I knew he wasn’t, it felt like John was right. 
I’d made my boyfriend stay in with me, in a flat that was his because mine was too simple and not good enough, made him feel like he needed to help me out with money, made him bake colourful foods with me that looked like a toddler had made them and I couldn’t even find the words to stand up for myself against his stupid friend.  
I felt small, as if John’s words had managed to shrink me to the size of the baby he saw me as. 

Harry noticed the sudden tension in my body, heard my breathing hitch and recognized the flush on my cheeks as the one I got whenever I was close to crying.

“He makes me feel small,” he remembered me telling him that night when I’d recalled all of John’s mean comments about me, “Like he’s superior to me and I know that’s silly but it really got to me tonight, Harry.”

Seemed like it was getting to me today as well and he didn’t blame me. Harry could practically see the excuse to leave the room and escape the situation forming on my tongue.
The hand he’d used to cut his reindeer biscuits with settled on my arm and he pulled me further into his body until I was pressed against his waist. 

“If you’re just here to make fun of my girlfriend I’m asking you to leave right now.”

John chuckled and made a point at rolling his eyes. “Oh, c’mon! A little humor, Harry, please.”

“No,” he shook his head and when I looked up he wore a serious expression and I noticed the sparkle of anger in his orbs. His grip around me tightened reassuringly. 

”H,” Jake began in attempt to soothe him, but Harry continued.

“She’s ten times as smart as you are, she’s mature, she’s not as young as you constantly make her out to be and she isn’t somebody you can walk over like that. Specially not in front of me, m’not having that. So I suggest before you make another shitty comment like the arse you are, you go use the door over there and fuck off.”

The faint melody of sia’s song ‘puppies are forever’ filled the room, a strange contrast to the tense atmosphere created by John’s red face and Harry’s steaming head. 
I jumped when John smashed his beer on the counter harshly and for a moment I feared he’d broken the glass. My body shifted behind Harry’s and with shaking fingers I took hold of Harry’s shirt.

“Fine!” John barked, pushed back his stool and got to his feet, “M’sick of her innocent act and your absolute nonexistent sense of humor. You can go fuck yourselves, all of you.” 

“I didn’t do anything,” Jake muttered and his eyes searched my face for a small smile he hoped his words would bring. 

When he noticed my mouth quirk up he grinned at me and rolled his eyes and John. 

“Just ignore him, honey,” he murmured to me while Harry stepped around the counter to see John out, who looked angry enough I feared he’d demolish Harry’s living room. I shuddered with fear and Jake reached out to rub my arm soothingly.
There was more yelling to be heard, then the heavy wooden door fell into its lock. 

“The prick’s gone,” Harry came back to say and my heart fluttered with relief. 

“I’m sorry, Harry,” I apologized, “I know he’s your friend and-”

“He’s a dick,” Jake interrupted, “To you, at least. He’s alright with us. But that’s enough for him to have no place here, Y/N.”

“Absolutely,” Harry agreed, coming back to stand beside me and I sighed when his mouth pressed to my cheek, “Won’t have somebody disrespect you, love.”

His arms wrapped around me in an embrace and I breathed in the scent of his neck. Finally my heart slowed down and my stomach unknotted, the tension slowly fading from my shoulders when my arms wrapped around his broader ones. Hands rubbed my back soothingly and my eyes fell shut when his nose rubbed against my jaw.

“I’ve got your back,” he whispered into my ear so only I could hear and I nodded with a sigh, melting in his hold.

“M’still welcome, aren’t I?” Jake asked from beside us and we pulled apart.

Harry laughed. “Sure. S’long as you’re nice.”

“Always,” Jake chuckled and I snickered, too, “At least until those biscuits are done.”

“You’re only getting the ugly ones, then,” I threatened and Harry’s heart warmed when he noticed how steady my voice was and how there was no trace of my tears anymore. 

The rest of the afternoon was much calmer and Jake stayed around until it was pitch black outside. We chatted about this and that, for example my job and how school was going, (I involved myself much more into their conversations now that John was gone), ate our delicious biscuits, and when it was time for him to head home as well, he hugged me tightly and reassured me once more that John wouldn’t be a problem anymore. 

I followed Harry back into his kitchen and tried to help him clean up, but he quickly shook his head and ordered me to sit down and let him do it. 

“I don’t mind, love,” he smiled, set down a cup of steaming tea in front of me and began to tidy up the mess we’d made over the past few hours.

I watched him for a while in silence, finding amusement in how domestic the superstar and phenomenon Harry Styles looked, before sighing and clearing my throat. 

“Today shouldn’t have been like it was,” I told him quietly, observing his expression closely, “And I’m really sorry, Harry.”

“No reason to be, sweetheart,” Harry said, absent minded as he made room in his cupboard for the box of biscuits we’d filled. 

I took a sip of the tea he’d made me and shook my head.

“Every reason to be,” I disagreed quietly, “John is your friend and I messes everything up now.”

“If anything, I messed everything up. M’the one who kicked him out, aren’t I?”

“Yes, but because of me.”

Harry shrugged and finally turned to look at me, a kind smile on his lovely face. He, too, grabbed himself a cup of tea and pulled out a chair to sit opposite of me. For a moment he stayed silent, eyes on my hands, then on the few colourful biscuits I’d laid out on a small plate to nibble on before finding my face.

“Y/N, you’re my priority.”

I winced with emotion and reached out to hold his warm hand. 

“And I saw how upset his words made you,” he continued gently, while his thumb brushed against the back of my hand, “Saw you were about to cry.”

A frown knotted his brows together and I squeezed his palm to calm him. “That’s… not okay, love. Not ever and it hurts me as well.”

I nodded, throat closing around a lump. The raw emotion in his eyes, the clear trace of rage at the thought of his friend’s comments towards me, made my heartbeat increase. Harry coughed and interlaced our fingers together.

“If someone’s a dick to you then they have no place here, don’t care if I considered them a friend before. I love you and someone who dares to make you upset is not somebody I want in either of our lives. Definitely not. And you got nothing to feel bad about, that I can promise you, Y/N. M’not gonna miss him or anything.”

I raised his hand and pulled it closer to me, leaned in and his eyes closed when my mouth pressed to his wrist in a soft kiss. “Thank you, Harry. For being there for me. And for being okay with me having less, money as well as years on my back.”

“Of course” he assured, then grinned and sent me a cheeky wink, “You know what was funny though? John implying you calling me Daddy.”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course you think that’s funny.”

“We could give that a try.”

“Dream on, Harry,” I giggled, only half as opposed to it as I pretended to be, “Dream on.”

 Hope you enjoyed this story! I quite like it. :) Let me know what you thought. x

Also: Masterlist

And: Christmas Harry

Confused Papa // Min Yoongi

Originally posted by vminv

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary//Request: Anonymous said: Hi there! I was wondering if I could request some domestic Yoongi? I read a lot of great smut fics (yours included) but I’m really feeling gross and fluffy haha! I love your writing keep up the great work!

Your husband Yoongi takes a trip to the store with your 1 year old son and get’s a little confused when it comes to buying diapers!

Language Note: Yeobo = a term of endearment used usually between married couples. Translates as something like “honey” ^_^

Pushing the trolley-cart with your 1 year old son Shiwoo safely strapped in, Yoongi made his way down the supermarket aisles while doing the weekly grocery shop. Usually, it would have been you in place of him, but today you were currently attending a busy meeting at your company, so your lovely husband volunteered himself to do it for you seeing as it was his day off. “How hard could it be?” he thought while on his way to the store – just a 10 minute walk on foot from your house with Shiwoo cooing and laughing in his buggy, strolling along and having the time of his life with his Daddy.

“Okay…we got all of the food…now we just need to get your diapers and baby mush, little man” Yoongi reached into the baby seat in the trolley, ruffling Shiwoo’s thick, black hair and beaming down into his brown eyes that he often compared to as ‘huge saucers’ from his Mummy. Shiwoo gurgled back in delight, making incoherent sounds and words up into Yoongi’s face while grabbing his own toes and playing with them, making Yoongi’s heart swell in his chest as he turned the corner down into the baby aisle.

“This should only take us a few minutes, then we can go home and start making dinner for when Mummy gets back. You’ll help me, right Shiwoo?” Yoongi cooed, making kissy faces down into his son’s face and proceeding to engage in baby talk that no other person could understand unless they themselves were a parent also. Yoongi was under the impression that buying the necessary baby items would have been a piece of cake, but upon taking a closer look at all of the brands of diapers, he began to lose hope.

“What’s the difference between the pink ones and the blue ones? Is it stupidly gender related? But wait…why are there yellow ones too?” he said out loud, causing several passing mothers with their babies to look at him and giggle silently before going about their business. He took no notice however, being so engrossed in trying to figure out and remember which ones you usually bought. He stood up, pulling the shopping list out of his pocket and looked down to see just ‘diapers’ written underneath ‘pureed baby food – red jars’. He put his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it while furrowing his eyebrows together. He had never even thought about having to decide between different brands – did Shiwoo need extra dryness protection? Or did he need longer lasting soft comfort? Did it matter what colour they were? Yoongi let out a disgruntled sigh, letting his jaw go slack while slightly pouting his lips together – the face he often made when he was frustrated or irritated; the face you so happened to fall in love with. He decided that enough was enough, pulling his phone out of his pocket and leaning over the handle of the trolley, letting Shiwoo play with his free hand as he dialled your number – praying that you would at least be out of the meeting by now.

“Thank you very much Mr. Tomille – I’ll be sure to send that email as soon as I get home! Have a safe journey” you waved your associate off as he got into his car with his assistant. It had been a long three hour meeting filled with headaches and lots of disagreements, but you really pulled through for your team and secured a great deal for your division – making you feel on top of the world as everyone congratulated you. You made your way back into your office, picking up your handbag and coat to walk out of the door, when you seen that you had 4 missed calls from Yoongi.

“Oh shit” you breathed out, feeling panic set in as you fumbled to call him back. Your mind immediately went to the worst possible thing that could have happened and believed it to be true as you heard the call pick up on the other end.

“Yeobo, are you okay? Is Shiwoo okay? What’s wrong?” you stammered, feeling your heart thump in your chest as you began quickly walking out the front door of your office building on to the street.

“Everything’s fine (Y/N), don’t worry. We’re still at the supermarket” you heard him say calmly along with the faint familiar sound of the bustling store in the background. You breathed a heavy sigh of relief, feeling the state of panic slowly departing from your body as you unlocked your car doors and got in to the drivers seat, taking your heels off and replacing them with flat shoes for driving.

“You’re still at the store? Why? Sorry for not answering you but I was still in the meeting.” You said as you hooked your Bluetooth piece to your ear and set the phone in the handset, hearing Shiwoo gurgling from the other side of the phone and smiling to yourself.

“Okay, this is gonna sound so stupid but what diapers am I supposed to get for our Shiwoo? There’s like, a billion different kinds here. Why are there so many?” he chuckled, making you laugh out loud at how cute your husband was. You imagined the look on his face upon being overwhelmed by so many diaper brands while he asked Shiwoo for his advice on which ones to get.

“Oh baby, I should have been more specific in my note. Get the ‘Huggies’ brand – the ‘extra dry more play’ box. They’re white with blue stripes on the edges. Can you see them?”

Yoongi looked around for a few seconds, before spying the correct box that was sitting in front of him the entire time as he looked back at Shiwoo who was as usual, giving him a beaming, gummy smile.

“I got them yeobo, thanks! Alright, we’re gonna finish up here and we should be home soon. Where are you?” he stood up, flinging the diapers into the trolley before reaching over to the other side of the aisle and grabbing the baby food.

“I’m on my way back now. See you at home?” you smiled, hearing Yoongi’s deep chuckle as you stopped at a red light, watching 5 or 6 school kids walking across the road on their way home from school. Your heart surged in your chest at the thought of having more babies with Yoongi and being able to watch them walking to and from school by themselves in the future that you almost began crying right then and there.

“Yeah, but don’t even think about starting dinner when you get in. Me and Shiwoo are making you jjigae tonight – so just put your feet up and be ready for our kisses when we get home” he said softly into the phone as he curled his finger underneath Shiwoo’s chin, tickling him and making him giggle. You took off again once the light turned green, smiling with gross, unbelievable endearment for your sweetheart of a husband as you nodded and shifted gears.

“Alright then, I’ll let you two boys do all the work then. I could get used to this you know” you replied playfully, hearing Yoongi giggle as he approached the checkout to pay for all the groceries.

“See you at home baby, I love you”.

Best description of an exchange year?

Exchange is change. Rapid, brutal, beautiful, hurtful, colourful, amazing, unexpected, overwhelming and most of all constant change. Change in lifestyle, country, language, friends, parents, houses, school, simply everything.
Exchange is realizing that everything they told you beforehand is wrong, but also right in a way.
Exchange is going from thinking you know who you are, to having no idea who you are anymore to being someone new. But not entirely new. You are still the person you were before but you jumped into that ice cold lake. You know how it feels like to be on your own. Away from home, with no one you really know. And you find out that you can actually do it.
Exchange is thinking. All the time. About everything. Thinking about those strange costumes, the strange food, the strange language. About why you’re here and not back home. About how it’s going to be like once you come back home. How that girl is going to react when you see her again. About who’s hanging out where this weekend. At first who’s inviting you at all. And in the end where you’re supposed to go, when you’re invited to ten different things. About how everybody at home is doing. About how stupid this whole time-zone thing is. Not only because of home, but also because the tv ads for shows keep confusing you.
Thinking about what’s right and what’s wrong. About how stupid or rude you just were to someone without meaning to be. About the point of all this. About the sense of life. About who you want to be, what you want to do. And about when that English essay is due, even though you’re marks don’t count. About whether you should go home after school, or hang out at someone’s place until midnight. Someone you didn’t even know a few months ago. And about what the hell that guy just said.
Exchange is people. Those incredibly strange people, who look at you like you’re an alien. Those people who are too afraid to talk to you. And those people who actually talk to you. Those people who know your name, even though you have never met them. Those people, who tell you who to stay away from. Those people who talk about you behind your back, those people who make fun of your country. All those people, who aren’t worth your giving a damn. Those people you ignore.
And those people who invite you to their homes. Who keep you sane. Who become your friends.
Exchange is music. New music, weird music, cool music, music you will remember all your life as the soundtrack of your exchange. Music that will make you cry because all those lyrics express exactly how you feel, so far away. Music that will make you feel like you could take on the whole world. And it is music you make. With the most amazing musicians you’ve ever met. And it is site reading a thousand pages just to be part of the school band.
Exchange is uncomfortable. It’s feeling out of place, like a fifth wheel. It’s talking to people you don’t like. It’s trying to be nice all the time. It’s bugs.. and bears. It’s cold, freezing cold. It’s homesickness, it’s awkward silence and its feeling guilty because you didn’t talk to someone at home. Or feeling guilty because you missed something because you were talking on Skype.
Exchange is great. It’s feeling the connection between you and your host parents grow. It’s knowing in which cupboard the peanut butter is. It’s meeting people from all over the world. It’s having a place to stay in almost every country of the world.
It’s cooking food from your home country and not messing up. It’s seeing beautiful landscapes that you never knew existed.
Exchange is exchange students. The most amazing people in the whole wide world. Those people from everywhere who know exactly how you feel and those people who become your absolute best friends even though you only see most of them 3 or 4 times during your year. The people, who take almost an hour to say their final goodbyes to each other. Those people with the jackets full of pins. All over the world.
Exchange is falling in love with this amazing, wild, beautiful country. And with your home country.
Exchange is frustrating. Things you can’t do, things you don’t understand. Things you say, that mean the exact opposite of what you meant to say. Or even worse…
Exchange is understanding.
Exchange is unbelievable.
Exchange is not a year in your life. It’s a life in one year.
Exchange is nothing like you expected it to be, and everything you wanted it to be.
Exchange is the best year of your life so far. Without a doubt. And it’s also the worst. Without a doubt.
Exchange is something you will never forget, something that will always be a part of you. It is something no one back at home will ever truly understand.
Exchange is growing up, realizing that everybody is the same, no matter where they’re from. That there is great people and douche bags everywhere. And that it only depends on you how good or bad your day is going to be. Or the whole year.
And it is realizing that you can be on your own, that you are an independent person. Finally. And it’s trying to explain that to your parents.
Exchange is dancing in the rain for no reason, crying without a reason, laughing at the same time. It’s a turmoil of every emotion possible.
Exchange is everything. And exchange is something you can’t understand unless you’ve been through it !

- exchange students in USA 2014/2015

The Retailers at Christmas

Summary: you get yourself a Christmas Temp job at Sephora, in a well known shopping mall. Only the thing is, you didn’t expect every shops workers to be so involved with one another, and you didn’t expect to be added to the ‘Retail Workers of Avengers Mall Secret Santa Party’ but… at least you got the job, right?
Warnings: This is a modern AU; This is completely for entertainment purposes/ all in humour. I got a retail job and, honestly, most of everything that happens has happened to me. Swearing/ Steve being a creep at times.
Characters: Loki (Sephora store manager), Steve Rogers (Art Supply retail worker), Bucky Barnes (Starbucks employee), Scott Lang (Baskins and Robins employee), Natasha Romanoff (New shop opening), Clint Barton (Nick’s Bits & Bobs), Sam Wilson (Sports shop), Pietro Maximoff (sports shop), Thor (Hardware store), Tony Stark (Starks Gadgets), Peter Parker (Apprentice to Stark) & Sharon Carter (The Tea Rooms)
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader x Loki // Steve Rogers x Natasha// Sharon Carter x Thor // Bucky Barnes x Reader

Chapter Two: Where the hell does Nat work?

Your P.O.V (I’m still editing this, but wanted chapter two up)

You sighed gently, working in retail wasn’t really what you expected. You knew it would be difficult, extremely tiresome but you didn’t think it would be this hard. You were constantly going back and forth from makeup stands, tidying them up and helping customers, having to deal with horrible people too. Your co-workers aren’t all that much better, except Loki, most were actually extremely bitchy and not that much help in your first week.

A part of you thought this was a mistake, that maybe you should quit this job and try something more suited for your skill set. But another part of you was telling you to stick it out also, to just give it a few more days and weeks, to really give this a chance.

“Hello?” You are pulled out of your thoughts by a customer, an extremely pretty customer. Blonde, long glossy hair and deep green eyes and a kind smile. “Sorry to be a bother but I really need help picking a lipstick colour for my skin tone.” She looked oddly familiar, perhaps you had seen her before?

You gave a slight nod, allowing her to lead you to the Urban Decay stand. “Is there a certain type of shade you’d like?” You asked already eyeing her and then looking at the lipsticks and comparing them to her skin tone.

She gave a gentle sigh almost. “Honestly, it’s not entirely for me. There’s this guy, I think he likes me and I kinda want to make a statement, attract him to my lips? That doesn’t make any sense, does it?” She chuckles at herself, thinking she sounds like an idiot, but you quickly shake your head.

“No, no, it makes sense. You want him to notice you more? But more so that area, just to be sure if he does like you?” You worded it as more of a question, she nodded quickly, grinning and showing off her perfectly white teeth. After swatching shades for her, which took around fifteen minutes, not that you minded because she was actually extremely nice. “I feel like I know you from somewhere, is that crazy?”

Originally posted by thedailybrainwave

“I’m Natalia Romanova, famously Natasha Romanoff to my American fans, a Russian model that has recently made her own clothing brand and makeup.” Your eyes widen, you had been following her on Instagram since… well, since Clint had shown you her underwear photoshoot last year. “Yeah, I’m launching my first store opening in January and wanted to be around for the renovation of it, plus I heard this shopping Mall is one of the best.” Natasha shrugged with one shoulder. “It also explains the uniform,” She gestures to the uniform she is wearing, a pastel blue polo shirt with her logo embroidered in a dark blue, “It’s kinda a prototype, I’m undecided on the colour scheme.”

You nodded for a few seconds. “Wow. This is kinda surreal, I am so happy that you’re finally bringing your collection over here, I’ve been staring at your clothes in wonder over Instagram.” You chuckled along with her, “So, does this mean you’re going to be part of the Secret Santa party this year too?” You asked and she quirked an eyebrow, “Man, oh man, I’ve got to update you on some stuff.”

Bucky’s P.O.V

“Worst shift ever,” Bucky tiredly sighs as he plops down in the empty seat opposite his best friend. Wiping his hands on the Starbucks apron. Glancing up in time to see Steve quickly divert his attention to him, looking shifty as hell. “What are you doing?” Bucky sighs, already looking around the food court for what could be the source of his friend’s distraction.

“Nothing, forget it.” Steve quickly dismisses, “what’s the worst Starbucks shift? Thought every shift was that?” The blonde changes the subject.

Bucky’s eyes still sweep the area and shrugs. “Yeah, that’s right. Heard Tony finally got an apprentice, some kid that’s still in school. Gonna be working weekends,” Bucky fills Steve in on the gossip he missed this morning before opening. “Why do you have taco-bell, Panda Express AND a burger meal from Coulson’s Grill?” Finally noting the table filled with food, not being eaten.

Steve’s face turns a bright red, looking almost sheepish too. “Well… uh- I couldn’t decide what I wanted.” He stumbles, looking up at Bucky’s unamused glare. “Fine,” he sighs, shoulders slumping, “I looked suspicious going into each place and looking around, asking about employees that worked there, I had to buy something.”

“Steve, I say this cause I love you, dearly. You’re like a son to me-“

“I’m older than-“

“You’re acting like a creep. This is coming from me, the guy that used to write his number on every girl Starbucks cup. Stop it, I don’t want you getting fired ‘cause you got some weird pervy crush on Nat.”

“HA! So you do know her?” Steve yelled, earning weird looks. “And it’s not a crush, she walks around in an employee uniform that I never saw before. I’ve looked on every floor for the store, can’t find it. Figured it might be a restaurant-“ Steve stopped abruptly at the look on Bucky’s face. “Okay, so… I’m a creep. Just tell me, where does she work?”

Bucky laughs, “No way. Besides, she orders stuff from Starbucks, I see her name tag. That’s how I know her name.” Bucky shrugs, “Y/N also talks to her when working shifts at Sephora.”

“So… what time does she go to Starbucks?”

“Around ni- Hey, no. You’re not hanging around Starbucks in the hopes of getting a glimpse. You’re insane, this is from that Sam guy, stop hanging out with him. I’ll tell her you’ve been asking about her, she might pay you a visit.”

Steve’s eyes widen and he shakes his head. “Don’t you dare!”

“Then stop being creepy, okay?” Steve nodded slowly, watching Bucky eat one of the many meals, eyebrows furrowing slightly also.

“Wait, who is Y/N?” Steve watched as Bucky slowly stopped chewing his food, eyes shifting around nervously and he smiled bashfully. “… Do you have the hots for Loki’s new employee? I thought you were strict ‘No Sephora chicks’? Because they’re stuck up and talk about make up all day long.” Steve was grinning wildly at his best friend, Bucky sighed.

It took Bucky a few seconds before he replied. “She ain’t like those other girls, she’s actually pretty cool and funny, she’s friends with Clint! That says a lot about a person. She comes in and orders coffee’s sometimes, we got chatting over some stuff.” he shrugged, muttering the last sentence and biting his food to stop from talking. He glances up to see Steve’s smug face, arms crossed and a look of ‘this is gold gossip’. “Aw, Stevie, c’mon… don’t look at me like that, dude.”

“Just it’s been three years since you actually took an interest in someone, good to know you aren’t just the Starbucks Fuckboi.”

“You need to stop hanging around Sam, he’s a bad influence, can’t believe he branded me as that.” Bucky sulked pushing the food away. “Him and Sharon, need to be stopped. Speak of the devil and it will come,” Steve turned his head in time to see Sharon Carter walking up to them, a big smile on her face as she looks at Steve who greets her with the same back. “Hey, Sharon!” Bucky says in an overly enthusiastic voice.

Originally posted by pomklemantis

Sharon tilts her head, crossing her arms. The lilac shirt with the cursive font on the left, her name badge just underneath. “Barnes, Steven, how are you both?” Steve shrugs and Bucky just ‘mehs’ at her question. “Wow, lively bunch today, Tony wanted me to remind you both that the annual ceremony of the name picking is this Saturday. It’s being held at The Tea Room, I’m sure you remember where that is, right Barnes?” Sharon bats her lashes at him, his smile drops and he rolls his eyes. “Just making my rounds, boys.” She nods before leaving, chuckling as she does so.

“Can you believe her?” Bucky hisses at Steve. “She acts so high and mighty because she works at ‘The Tea Room’” Bucky puts on a fake British accent, “Ugh. British chicks, fuck ‘em. So prude and high class, so I tried getting a job there, didn’t want it anyway. Starbucks is so much better, at least people my age like me.” Steve just smiled and nodded along, chuckling at Bucky’s childish behaviour towards Sharon.

“Sharon isn’t British.” Bucky frowned and looked at Steve, “She isn’t British, Buck. She was born here, her sister, Peggy is the British one.”

Bucky scoffs. “Don’t say her name in front of me, I’m still mad at her.” Steve sighed and shakes his head, “no matter how much pain she caused you, you still choose to defend her. No wonder you stalk Nat instead of talking to her, issues, you’ve got ‘em.”


Bucky went back to Starbucks, sighing as he stood behind the counter beside his usual work buddy, Scott. They both had been hired around the same time last year, neither knowing how to make coffee’s or any of the fancy shit that happens as Starbucks, but they gave it their best. Usually, Scott makes the drinks and Bucky get the orders unless it’s super busy, then they both make drinks and take orders.

“How’s Cassie?” Bucky asked when the crowd had thinned out, Scott looked up from the cleaning the hot chocolate machine with raised eyebrows. “Wasn’t it her Birthday like four days ago?”

Scott nodded and chuckled. “Yes sir, took her to the zoo.” Bucky chuckled, he had met Cassie a few times, she would sit at one of the tables waiting for Scott to finish a shift. “She’s growing up too fast, Maggie is thinking of having another one with the douchebag but… I don’t think me and Hope are at that stage, yet.” Scott sighs and Bucky nods, “so, Y/N, huh? Got a thing for her.” Bucky whipped his head to glare at the chuckling, smaller, man. “Steve sent it in a group text to me and Sam, plus Clint.”

“That fucker. I’m getting him a punch in the face for Christmas.” Bucky seethed.

“Brightside, you might pull her name Saturday.” Scott nudges him to take the ladies order, leaving Bucky to blush at the thought of that.

~ I hope people are liking this, it’s actually difficult trying to introduce all the characters, hence why I put Shar, Steve, Bucky and slightly Scott in this chapter along with Natasha. What do people think of the characters so far? Let me know what you think will happen? Who you think people will get as their secret santa! Still so much more to happen!~

(Thank you, all so much, for allowing me to do this instead of requests this year. Wanted to focus on a series. I do have a job, working in retail, hence the inspiration for this. So, updates will be all over the place, which I am sorry for. Hope you enjoy this. - Rosalie)

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Genre: Oneshot. Fluff, sort-of AU, first meeting, romantic

Warnings: one swear word and a tiny, tiny if-you-squint bit of suggestiveness

Summary: Dan and Phil are the Youtubers we know and love, except for one thing - they’ve never met. That doesn’t stop the fanbase from shipping them, though, and eventually Phil gathers up the courage to message Dan

Word Count: 7347

A/N: I actually had a lot of fun writing this! It was quickly done, though, so apologies for any typos/errors ^_^

Phil’s brow furrowed as his phone went off again. The constant stream of notifications hadn’t relented once since he’d woken up and flicked his phone on, and he hadn’t even had a chance to get onto his home page to find the source of all the sudden attention before yet another notification turned up and exploded his phone all over again.

Phil nudged his bedsheets down from his shoulders and rolled onto his pillow, squinting at his bright phone screen. It was still ridiculously early in the morning, and yet the stream never ended. What had he even done to spark such a reaction? The last thing he’d done was tweet about an exciting-looking dog he’d seen walking passed his London flat, and he hadn’t uploaded a video since four days ago. His new footage was sitting on his laptop waiting to be edited – so what had caused this sudden flood of notifications?

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Staple closet pieces? Including shoes and jewelry 😊

Alright this is going to be a long post…

My personal style can be described as classy and elegant with a twist of edgyness. Think elegant Kendall Jenner x Bella Hadid x Ulyana Sergeenko candid & formal photos.

Although it happens that I put less effort into dressing for university and other unimportant stuff like just running errands or do some small shopping in town because frankly, I don’t care and do not have to impress anyone with my 900€ shoes and 3,500€ coat. I live in a small town, so this just adds to me feeling indifferent. It doesn’t happen often, but still.. it does happen. However, when I am in a big, fancy town, I of course dress to impress and like I’m about to see my worst enemy. I think that this should go without saying haha!

Aside from that my style is as I have described above.

I used to buy stuff from H&M and Zara a lot and mix it with high-end designers, but now it all shifted to just high-end designers. It’s just personal preference. I am fed up with the poor quality and designer knock-offs. I very much cherish the improved quality that I have with designer pieces. Although the quality from oh so many pieces is pretty ridiculous too, to be honest! Do not think that designers necessarily offer the very best quality for their price. Most of the time the prices they charge can’t possibly ever be justified with the quality of their merchandise. It’s just the name you are paying for, really. This is why my #1 mission is always to look for the best quality in anything. I can see a Valentino dress that is so god damn gorgeous and not like the fabric. Or the beads and embellishments seem to be very cheap. I will not buy it, although I regret it because it’s stunning but whatev.

Understand that I am on a monthly budget just as everyone else is. Yes, I might have a whole wardrobe bursting with luxury and designer names, but I have amassed this all over years, with roughly 80% of my own money and 20% of SD money. I am a very practical person and buy clothing, shoes and jewellry that I am able to wear every day and for any occasion. There are some occasional SPECIAL purchases too, of course. But only when I see something seriously special. I had a phase in which I bought at least 20 pairs or so of Louboutins.. and how many have I actually worn out? Maybe…6? This, too, taught me to be practical.

As for jewellry, I generally don’t wear jewellry except for my gorgeous silver ring that looks like a flower made of tiny diamonds, with a beautiful big black pearl in the center of it. It is very special to me. As for earrings, I alternate between beautiful pearl studs when I want to look all preppy, classy and elegant (I think that they also make me look younger, funnily enough) and diamond studs and chandeliers sometimes for daytime and evening as well. I don’t care. I wear stuff that is supposed to be worn in the evenings in the day, too. It adds to the ‘uniqueness’ of my style which sets me apart from others. 

Please mind that I am not going to drop designer names (xcept for four) because well, I don’t want to seem like an arrogant, overly spoiled brat who just wants to show off. No! I am happy to provide you with pictures or whatever in private, if a certain piece has piqued your interest or if you want to know which pieces I exactly have, so just gimme a shout.

So, my general staple pieces for the day would be:

* A few pairs of skinny jeans - lighter denim colour without wash, one distressed black one (I like the slits at the knee), a normal black one, a mid-dark denim with a subtle wash. I only wear skinny jeans at this point in my life, with a seldom exception. Full length and I very much like ankle length or a little over the ankle in summer. Skinny jeans accentuate my lean and long legs - and I like to shift focus on my legs. 

* Skinny black leather pants. Normal ones, not like the Givenchy & Saint Laurent zipper thing.

* This seldom exception would be one pair of black high-waisted, perfectly tailored trousers that are overall just a little bit wider. 

* Two pairs of black cigarette trousers like Audrey Hepburn used to wear.

* As for t-shirts and tank tops, I like basic black and white ones. Round-neck, V-neck, doesn’t matter. I do not like any kind of prints unless it’s an okay print. Well I guess I am guilty of owning the black & white Balmain tank tops with the three golden buttons on the left shoulder haha but these are the only printed shirts in my wardrobe because they do add a little bit of sophisticated edge to my day looks.

* Elegant silk blouses are also a must in my wardrobe. Here, I like playful pussy bow blouses and a bit more ‘daring’, statement blouses. Although I do not like statement or ‘IT’ pieces in general and usually stay far away from them. I like to wear these blouses with my black high-waisted trousers.

* I am a sucker for coats. I own a lot of coats. Fur and normal ones. I adore a good camel coat and am also a sucker for military-inspired coats. The colours of my choice, for normal coats, would be camel, black and navy at this time. Other colours for fur coats.

* I fucking love capes and have quite a few. Black ones, mid-length to the middle of the thigh I’d say.

* Jumpers / Longsleeves / etc. Here, I am always looking for good quality cashmere, and wool. Mainly wearing them in autumn and winter. I like turtleneck pieces a lot.

* Warm Scarves - all my scarves are of a cashmere/silk mix. I also wear them when it’s cold or just throw them over my shoulders on a chilly summer night when I’m out at a dinner party or so. 

* Fancy Scarves - silk. I sometimes wear them under/over a blazer, with a normal button down shirt and a high-waisted skirt. 

* Skirts - one high-waisted black leather mini skirt, a black high-waisted heavy wool skirt / knee length

* Shorts - different pairs of mini denim shorts, beautiful lace mini shorts, black leather mini shorts

* Blazers - oh boy. I love blazers. I have so many. Again, black and navy coloured blazers. I have this beautiful slim, perfectly tailored black blazer that is a bit longer than a usual blazer - just beautiful. one of my fav pieces.

* Jackets - love. black leather jackets for the edge, but elegant leather jackets. I also dig black leather jackets with a beautiful embroidery on the back side. and uhm *coughs* of course the classic - the Chanel jacket. normal black and beige. is an absolute must have. and so versatile! I have the cropped versions as they fit my body far better than the regular length ones.

* Dresses - oh uh. I collect dresses. For any occasion. However I prefer short dresses, above knee length and mini dresses. Do have a couple of mid-calf length dresses, though. Here I say that the fancier the dress, the better. But it still has to look absolutely beautiful and not dramatic. Although I would have loved to have that black/red and red Proenza Schouler ostrich feather dresses just because they look so badass.. but where the hell would I have worn it to.. that’s the other question haha! I love brocade, I love silk, I love lace, I love velvet dresses. My dress colours are usually black and red but I also do have some white, silver, blue dresses. As for the regular shopping day in town, I just wear a long black dress with gladiator flats and that’s it. Dun care. Bye, Felicias. 

* Shoes - sexy black high pumps, the famous espadrilles (I like wearing them in summer with my ankle-length skinnys), the famous Balenciaga boots with the cutouts at the sides and the two buckles with silver hardware, not gold (literally every Russian jetset baby has these boots omg haha), velveteen ballet flats, silken/satin ballet flats, gladiator sandals (which are bound up to the knee), sexy suede overknee boots - I like my overknee boots to be of mid-thigh length, sneakers (have so many omg..leather and suede (apart from the one pair of Nike sneakers I like to wear on long haul flights. various models, various colours), various black combat boots that look more delicate than ugly and harsh, lace-up high heels, platform pumps, I LOVE high heels! gosh… it’s hard to describe without naming the designers and the particular models because it all sounds so vague and ugly haha! I like classy shoes as much as I like very special models like embellished shoes or just some fancy colours, etc.

* Silk Pajamas - I have a pair of baby pink ones and a pair of baby blue ones.

* Lingerie - am a lingerie addict, but which girl isn’t?

* Silk Robes - long dressing robes, short morning robes, everything. Black, white, red, and the pastel colours from above (babypink, babyblue)

* Invest in good stockings! Quite a few pairs of normal black ones. And black ones with the sexy seam at the backside for more..well, special evenings and occasions ;)

* Hats - Maison Michel; different colours, made of felt 

These are pretty much my staples. I am so sure that I have forgotten many many other things, but this should suffice. I have written a post on my personal fragrance choices which you might want to check out if you are interested in this as well!

Any more questions, just ask!

My first follow forever (wOW)!!!! cya 2017!!

It’s so crazy to think that at the start of this year the only Seventeen I knew was the number… and now, whenever I hear the number seventeen, the first thing I think of is the group of 13 boys that brightened up my 2017.

After my introduction to seventeen came my introduction to this fandom and to some really beautiful people. I’m so grateful to all of you for being so welcoming, and filling my dash with posts that are memetastic, creative, beautiful and filled with the awesomeness of 13 precious boys. Oh! Also, thanks for brightening up my dash with awesome tags as well hehheheh. I hope 2018 treats you all with the happiness and love you deserve 💕💕

So for my mutuals I thought I’d write out my first impressions of each of you or the first post I saw from you (i’m really cheesy okay). Most of them I remember, but for the few I couldn’t, I wrote down the post that is most memorable for me or what I love about you/your blog :))

Also, it isn’t in alphabetical order… eep too lazy

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stay // liam dunbar

summary ; in which liam is having trouble sleeping and the only person who can make him feel better & help him through it is y/n. [300716]

warnings ; hallucinations, angst

word count ; 1.9k


stay safe + ily🌱

“Stop using your wolf powers! Not all of us have supernatural reflexes!” A playful glare was thrown in your boyfriend’s direction as your loud exclamation echoed throughout his room.

“I’m not! It’s not my fault you’re bad at video games.” The song of Liam’s wholehearted laugh rang in your ears and you couldn’t contain your smile at the sound. Lately, with all things supernatural happening, Liam was struggling to find a balance. Being Scott’s little sister and the same age as Liam, it wasn’t only your responsibility to introduce your brother’s new beta into the supernatural world but as you got to know him, it was also your privilege to do so. 

So, hearing him laugh made you feel like you’d accomplished something. You’d made him even slightly happy. You’d possibly made him forgot about the new problems they’d been faced with and the problems he’d been losing himself over.

“Excuse you, I’m fantastic at everything.” You looked over at him, your eyebrows raised sassily and an amused grin written on your lips. Although, said expression rapidly vanished as your eyes casually filtered to the clock on Liam’s bedside table and you noticed the time.

“Shit! I have an econ exam to study for. Coach is going to kill me if I fail again.” Sighing over-dramatically, you dropped your controller onto the ruffled sheets on Liam’s bed and reached for your bag that lay on his floor.

However, Liam disregarded your statement and quickly grasped your hand in his, halting your actions. “Wait! Just one more game,” He looked up at you with his piercing blue eyes but you refused to let them persuade you this time around so you just smiled lazily over at him.

“You said that four games ago,” You stated as you leant down and swiftly connected your lips to his before attempting to break out just as quick but Liam grasped your waist in his hands and deepened the kiss.

“You can study here and then stay over. Please? Stay with me?” He questioned once you both pulled away, your foreheads resting against each other and his arms encircling your waist to keep you close. You felt his hands slightly trembling and his breathing sounding heavier and less in control, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at your boyfriend’s current persona.

“Are you okay?” Your voice was soft and loving as you ran your fingers lightly through his hair. He let out a sigh as his eyes fluttered closed at your touch.

Shaking his head slowly, he reopened his eyes, “It’s fine, I should study too. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He mumbled as his gaze dropped to the floor; he was expecting you to turn around and leave, but you didn’t. You didn’t want to. 

“Liam,” You whispered quietly and he glanced up at you once again, his baby blue eyes staring into yours and you immediately recognised the emotion clouded behind the colour. Fear.

“You can trust me,” You were telling the truth, after everything you’ve been through together, you knew that you could trust him and he knew he could trust you, with anything. That’s what made your relationship work. 

He took a deep breath, his shaky hands were still settled on your waist, keeping you as close and he wanted. It was a reassurance to him, he needed to know you were there. “I-I’ve been having these hallucinations. Of the Berserkers. They’re so vivid, it’s like they’re really there. They happen at night or when I’m alone. It’s- it’s like, I can see every detail on them, I can hear their heavy breathing. Sometimes they’re so close, they get so close. They keep me awake every night, as soon as I turn the light off - they’re there. Taunting me. I just want them to go away. I almost punched a hole in my wall yesterday because I just got so angry and I-I don’t know anymore. They’re not there, but my head keeps telling me they are. It’s like my own mind is trying to determine me insane. I’m not insane, [Y/N], I’m not.” 

Your heart wrenched to see the boy you loved in such distress. You knew what it was like to be kept awake and haunted by your worst fears. And you knew that being alone was the worst when it was happening, being alone made you feel vulnerable and afraid. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” You asked quietly to match the eerie silence in the room.

“I didn’t want to burden you or Scott. With everything that’s happened with the Deadpool, Kate, Derek- me going crazy is the least of everyone’s problems.” Liam admitted, his eyes filtering everywhere but into your own. The feeling of guilt filled you up as you looked into his fear-ridden eyes. You didn’t feel guilty because you had done something incredibly bad, but because you hadn’t noticed his suffering earlier.

“You would never be a burden to me or Scott, especially me, okay? I love you, Liam. We’ll figure something out. It’ll take time, but you’re going to be okay.” You kept eye contact the whole time, he needed to believe that things would get better in order for them to do so and you were 100% willing to help him through it.

“I promise.” You whispered as you both leaned in, not having to go far as he kept a close hold on you, your lips meeting his halfway. You loosely wrapped your arms around his neck as he had one hand caressing your cheek, his fingers daintily running across your smooth skin as the other hand gently rest on your waist.

The kiss wasn’t rushed or like the other little kisses that he stole from you at random points during the day, but slow and meaningful. Almost like he was saying thank you for listening and being understanding, a thank you for being there for him. Eventually, you both pulled away for air, a small smile played on your lips as he absentmindedly intertwined your fingers together.

“So, will you stay with me?” He asked shyly, avoiding your eyes the best that he could whilst keeping the same proximity between the two of you, almost like he was afraid that even after all that was just said, you would just get up and leave him sitting there alone.

You stood up and his eyes darted to yours quickly as he stumbled up with you, you walked over to his closet and grabbed his shirt that you’d normally wear when you stayed over. “Anything for you,” You pecked his lips softly as you passed him, heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

“You don’t have to, we can sleep with the light on if it helps.” You reassured Liam as he fumbled around with the light switch, unsure if he wanted to encase the room in darkness or not.

“But you can’t sleep unless it’s dark,” His voice was quiet as he pointed out the random fact that you’d told him so long ago.

“That’s okay, I don’t mind,” A loving smile graced your lips as you rested your head on the pillow and pulled the covers up, patiently waiting for Liam to make his decision.

Then, room emitted into darkness and Liam turned over to face you. You could still see his bright blue eyes even through the dark as the rain outside of his room pounded on the window.

The bitter wind gave off a howl and you shivered slightly, the room getting colder due to the rain getting heavier. Liam instantly noticed and hooked his arm around your waist in order to pull you closer until your head was resting on his chest with his arm wound tightly around your body.

Listening to Liam’s current steady breaths and you enjoying being in his arms, your eyelids began to feel heavy but just before you could completely fall into a deep slumber, you felt Liam flinch next to you. You furrowed your eyebrows and rubbed your almost sleep-ridden eyes, trying to see through the dark for the problem.

Then, you heard his breathing rapidly become laboured, you saw his fists clenched as his eyes squeezed shut in fear. You sat up a little further, your arm propping you up as you glanced down at your boyfriend in worry. “Liam?” You weren’t sure if he was asleep or not as you reached out to grab his clenched fist and calm him down but he flinched away from your light touch. 

“You’re not here.” He muttered out through rough breaths, his fingers digging into the palms of his hands in an attempt to calm himself.

“Liam, it’s just me. Ignore it; it’s not real.” You gently shook his shoulder and called his name a couple more times before a frantic yelp escaped past his clenched teeth.

“You’re not here!” He let out a gasp as he shot up from his position. His chest rising and falling at a rapid rate, his hands shaking even more than before as he fumbled around to try and flick the switch on his bedside lamp.

His scared, wide eyes immediately found yours once his room found the light. He fingers continuously running through his messy hair as he tried to calm his erratic breathing but you noted that it didn’t seem to be working. “It’s okay. You’re okay,” You gulped nervously as you neared him, taking his hand in your own.

“I’m here, okay? I’m not leaving,” You pulled him into a hug and you heard him breathe out in relief as he held you tightly once again. His face in the crook of your neck as you felt him press a small kiss to your collarbone, bringing a grateful smile to your lips before he let go slightly just solely so he could see you.

“Thank you.” He mumbled to you, his gorgeous eyes not leaving yours until you decided to press your lips to his tenderly, letting them linger for a while before pulling away disappointingly.

Liam groaned dramatically as he laid back down, bringing you with him, your head on his chest again, his fingers threading through your hair comfortingly. “What is it?” You whispered, a quiet yawn escaping your lips afterward making Liam smile admiringly down at you.

“I just love you so much.” He spoke, his tone encased in euphoria as he watched your eyes fluttering closed with exhaustion.

“I love you more,” Your voice trailed off and your smile slowly faded as sleep began taking you away. You felt Liam shift and his hand leave yours to turn the light off but you grabbed it again before he could.

“Goddammit, Liam. Just keep the freaking light on.” You muttered sleepily and intertwined yours and his fingers together again. The last thing you heard was Liam’s amused chuckle before you fell into a well-earned slumber.

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You could feel sweat trickling down the sides of your forehead as you stared at Hanbin via the reflection on the mirror, somewhat in a daze as the exhaustion from four hours of continuous practice was starting to get to you. As much as he was getting agitated trying to talk the bunch of you into focusing and getting the steps right so you guys could finally be dismissed, none of his words were going into your head as you felt every muscle in your body go limp, then let out a huge sigh at the thought of how long you guys were going to continue doing this.

“You alright?” Bobby whispered seeing the blank look on your face. “Do you need a break?”

“Nah it’s fine,” You reassured him with a meek smile, then got into position as Hanbin walked over to the speakers.

However, much to his annoyance, you missed a step he went through just a mere few seconds ago, making you stick out like a sore thumb and of course, he noticed this immediately.

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What We Value Most

“Garcia we’ve been at this for hours” whined Spencer as Garcia carefully inspected the intricate decorations. She had called Spencer that morning, knowing he wasn’t going home for Christmas, to see if he would help her with some last minute shopping at the Christmas market near where she lived.

“The Christmas tree is the centre piece for an entire celebration. It should be decorated with care and then the rest of the room should match” Garcia told him matter of factly as she pulled out her measuring tape.

“Then why did you leave it so late?” asked Spencer “It’s less than a week until Christmas, you always decorate way earlier than this”

“Work has been super busy! I know you guys think I just sit in my lair all day waiting for your calls but I run searches, write programs, compile databases, fill out reports, help Anderson when he comes to me crying over another IT problem. The guy is a dinosaur, I swear he’s worse than you” Garcia sighed and leaned over to inspect some glass turtle doves.

“We don’t think that” frowned Spencer. Garcia scoffed and shuffled round the stall.

“Sure Boy Wonder”

“We don’t!”

Garcia rolled her eyes before moving to the next box of baubles and then the one after. None of them were suitable. She sighed and when she straightened up she caught Spencer looking at her, an odd expression on his face.


“Do you really feel that way?” he asked “That we think you’re just the tech girl and that’s it?” Garcia shifted, the gravel underneath her feet crunching.

“Look it’s no big deal Reid”

“It is! If that’s-Luke?”

Late, typical Newbie, thought Garcia, as Luke came jogging over with Roxy at his heels.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Luke as as he cam to a halt. Garcia, sunk down to pet Roxy and shower her with compliments. Spencer just looked bemused.

“Garcia needed help with some last minute Christmas shopping and I wasn’t busy so here I am. Why are you here?”

“I got a call from-”

“Okay none of this is suitable but we still have a bunch of stalls to go to and if we can stick to the schedule then there is mulled wine at the end of it all” Garcia cut in and before either Luke or Spencer could protest she was weaving through the crowd.

“Is something going on?” asked Luke “Because she asked for my help with shopping too.” Spencer shrugged. They had been there four hours already and he was too shopped out to argue.

It was actually kind of fun, though Spencer was loathe to admit it. Luke, it turned out had an eye for colour that was fairly in line with Garcia’s tastes and more importantly he was willing to carry everything. Garcia’s comment from earlier was still swirling around his head though and he couldn’t shake the guilt that had overcome him. After a few more hours shopping Garcia declared that it was time for a break and they headed towards the food stalls.

“Hey Emily what are you doing here?” Luke asked. The unit chief had grabbed a table near the mulled wine stall and was nursing a mug.

“Penelope called and-”

“Drinks are on me!” declared Garcia “I need an extra pair of hands to help me carry it though.” Spencer obliged and the four of them spent the next few hours laughing and swapping stories and inspecting Garcia’s purchases.

“Could I get a hand taking these back to my place?” Garcia asked the other three when they had finished their second mugs. They agreed without hesitation thanks to the mulled wine and the carried on the festivities as they caught the bus across town, earning them some concerned looks from their fellow travellers.

Garcia’s new apartment was much bigger than her old one, for starters the kitchen was huge and led to an equally large dining room complete with a big table…set for four people.

“You’re having company for Christmas?” asked Emily. Garcia shrugged.

“Maybe? If you want to. There’s also plenty of bedrooms if we double up or if someone wants to take the pullout couch!” Without waiting for a reply Garcia grabbed the bags of Christmas ornaments and headed for the living room, which already looked like a Christmas grotto. The other three stood in stunned silence.

“So I’m guessing you guys let slip to her you were spending Christmas alone too?” said Emily and the others nodded.

“Yeah she overheard Matt trying to invite me to his house. I didn’t want to crash his family celebration though” said Luke “And Tara is having her Dad and brother over and after everything they went through last year it didn’t feel right to crash that you know?”

“JJ offered everyone a spare room but their house is kind of small for all of us and…” Spencer trailed off. Much like Luke he didn’t like the idea of encroaching on someone else’s celebration no matter how much he loved them.

“She knew I’d be too proud if she asked outright” murmured Emily. After a moments silence, Spencer spoke in a tiny voice.

“She thinks we don’t appreciate her. You know if we didn’t have her we wouldn’t catch half the UnSubs we do.”

“We don’t tell her enough how important she is” nodded Emily “We just take for granted that she’ll always be there, like now.”

Spencer turned and strode into the living room where Garcia was struggling to find a place to hang the little glitzy narwhal bauble that she had picked out.

“I need your height” said Garcia as he entered “It needs to be up there, about an inch to the left of the crochet snowman.”

“This whole thing was a ruse” he said softly as he placed the decoration where Garcia wanted “The shopping and then having us come back here to help.”

“Plying us with mulled wine to make us more suggestible” added Emily as she and Luke appeared in the doorway. Garcia looked guilty and gave a small shrug.

“No one should be alone at Christmas anyway but you three are probably the people in the world who need a celebration most” said Garcia.

“Why?” asked Luke “Because we aren’t seeing our families or because we don’t have kids or partners to celebrate with?” Garcia rolled her eyes.

“It was think more to so with the fact that Reid spent three months in prison and even though everyone seems to have made a conscious effort to act like it didn’t happen everyone can see he hasn’t been sleeping and he still checks the doors of every room he goes into to make sure he isn’t locked in. Or how about the fact that Luke was denied justice for his partner being tortured and then he was denied again when that psycho Scratch fell of a building when he should be rotting in jail. He’s been with the team five minutes and he’s running into burning buildings and threatening gang members for us. Emily don’t even get me started on you, you left your dream job in London where you were safe and happy and recovering from all the Doyle stuff and you get hit with this avalanche of bullshit and pain and a heap of paperwork that we don’t see and then to top it all off you get kidnapped and tortured and forced to relive the worst experience of your life…”

They stared at her.

It was Spencer who moved first, awkwardly enveloping Garcia in his long arms and then being joined by Emily and finally Luke. They stood there for a while, until Garcia stopped shaking and the others had bitten back the tears threatening to spill.

“You don’t have to stay” mumbled Garcia “But there is enough food here to feed a small army.”

“We can help you cook it” grinned Luke.

“Spencer and I will help you cook it” corrected Emily, “Luke can cheer us on from the sidelines”

“I’m a good cook!”

“You’re really not” laughed Spencer “But you do have good taste in wine so you can pick what we drink with the food.”

“Of course the newbie is a wine snob” said Garcia with a dramatic eye roll.

“I have a sensitive palette” said Luke. The three of them continued to argue playfully as Garcia watched them head towards the kitchen, arms folded across her chest and a small smile on her face.

They’re gonna be okay.

They’re gonna be okay.

They’re gonna be okay.

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Interview: Alie Schnabel

Today we’re joined by Alie Schnabel, who goes by Astringent online. Alie is a wonderful up and coming visual artist who does a bit of everything. Her favorite mediums are printmaking and sculpture, though she has also done painting, weaving, sewing, ceramics, and book making. Alie hopes to open a community art center and she is clearly a dedicated and passionate artist, as you’ll soon see. My thanks to her for taking the time to participate in this interview.


Please, tell us about your art.

Oh geez. My work is kind of all over the place, I’ve done painting, printmaking, ceramics, weaving, sewing, I made a book recently, as well as a myriad of other things. My favourite mediums are sculpture and printmaking, although I still have a lot to learn. I’m still in college so I’ve been pretty busy with assignments I haven’t had the time to just create what I want to. The end goal is to run my own community art center where I’ll have a studio for myself.

What inspires you?

The deadline? For real though I try to make my art personal. A lot of what I’ve been doing lately has been on a prompt since I am currently in school, but I try to make it relevant to my experiences, and to have a deeper meaning. Some of my favourite recent work has actually been about asexuality, most of it is craftier in nature as it comes from my Activism and Textiles class (although, if you ask me ‘crafty’ art like sewing and weaving doesn’t get enough recognition as an art form). A lot of my paintings take a fairly heavy topic and use a childlike style to make it seem almost fun while retaining that somber theme (like Time is Running out for Jeff, my piece with the balloon dog)

What got you interested in your field?  Have you always wanted to be an artist?

I’ve always loved art and I think deep down I always knew that it was what I wanted to do, but of course, people told me that it was impractical. In grade school there were so many things that I wanted to do; forensic scientist, veterinarian, anthropologist, psychologist, and even a pilot for a while, but I kept coming back to what I loved most. I think what really solidified my decision was my art teacher my senior year, he was always there for me and was always so inspiring (even during his amazing feminist rants about how awful and degrading the Carl’s Jr. commercials were). I guess I just realised that I wanted to inspire people the way he inspired me.

Do you have any kind of special or unique signature, symbol, or feature you include in your work that you’d be willing to reveal?

I have a tag that I leave places, usually with chalk or sharpie, I got to use spray paint once on a boulder on the side of the freeway (chill. the rock is a local landmark because everyone spray paints it) Anyway, the tag is a little bird, sometimes I’ll give him a little crown and he becomes bird king. It doesn’t show up in my actual work though, at least not yet.

What advice would you give young aspiring artists?

I don’t know if I’m the best person to give advice, since, I, myself am an aspiring artist. I guess what I would say is; “don’t listen to those who degrade you or your work, even if that person is yourself”. I know that I am my own worst critic and I usually hate what I create. However, I know that’s not healthy and I’m working to overcome that (yay counseling) seriously though, as long as you are creating for the right reasons, you are making a difference and that’s what matters in the end.


Where on the spectrum do you identify?

Aromantic Asexual. But I do deeply love those who are close to me and I’ll fight anyone who says platonic love can’t be as strong as romantic love.

Have you encountered any kind of ace prejudice or ignorance in your field?  If so, how do you handle it?

Not yet, I’ve been lucky, especially in such a conservative college town. Although I don’t really put myself out there other than in-class critiques when my pieces directly correlate with asexuality. I usually start out by saying something like “I’m happy to answer any questions, but if you’re just going to be a jerk you can just shove it” I tend to be pretty blunt and without much of a filter, so it usually comes out a bit more ‘colourful’ than that, though my teachers so far have thought my little disclaimer is funny.

What’s the most common misconception about asexuality that you’ve encountered?

I haven’t noticed one more than the others at this point, since I only recently came out, a memorable one is my mum asking “So do you like girls then?” that’s about is as far as asexuality goes. I get a lot more crap for my aromanticism though, mostly people assuming I don’t love others, or that I’m cold and distant. I like to think I’m a pretty friendly person, and I genuinely love the people close to me.

What advice would you give to any asexual individuals out there who might be struggling with their orientation?

Stop it. I know the world can suck sometimes, but people are inherently good, and you will find people who accept you for who you are. There is nothing wrong with you, but there is also no shame in reaching out for guidance if that’s what will help. Also, if anyone gives you crap tell them I’ll beat them up.

Finally, where can people find out more about your work?

Oof. My Tumblr is a bit of a mess, but I might post some work on there, it should be ada-refractor. I do post some stuff on my Instagram, that one is agentastringent.

Thank you, Alie, for participating in this interview and this project. It’s very much appreciated.

briwilli  asked:

i see your trans!dex and raise u.... trans!nursey ???? i need it pls help

OK YOU GOT IT i have other prompts but….. we have already established that i am the worst. when i hc trans nursey i hc him as nonbinary (because lol, i am and i project harder onto nursey than i do dex, if that’s possible) so HERE WE GO (idk why another coffeeshop au happened but it did) (also i should note that dex is also trans because my dex is always trans lol)

“Motherfucker,” Dex whispers it under his breath but Bitty still gives him a reproving look from the back. He doesn’t intentionally swear in front of the customers, but he spilled hot coffee on himself, alright? He heads back to quickly run his thumb under cold water and when he returns the line seems to have tripled. He groans. 

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How To Write Believable Antagonists

We all know antagonists - we hate them, we love them, but despite our devotion antagonists are really hard to write. The idea seems easy enough, but then you realise - an antagonist isn’t just an obstacle, they’re a real person that your reader has to understand. So here are a few pointers I’ve put forward to make the best antagonist possible!

  • Give them personality - and lots of it: Even if your antagonist isn’t a big speaker, they should still have lots of personality. No one believes a character with no personality - it’s the bare essence of any person or animal. They don’t have to be loud or forward, but they do have the ability to present themselves like any normal person. Trust me, the first step to giving your antagonist structure is to give them real personality. 
  •                                      This being said, lots of antagonists have similar traits that you can’t really go wrong with. For example, all villains have a certain amount of charisma. Evil or not, they can turn heads, they can lead a crowd, and they can even bring out the worst in your protagonist. A charismatic villain is a good villain. Even Lord Voldemort, who is shown to be mad and driven by his fear of death was able to lead an army and even as a teen get answers and manipulate people to get the answers they need. 
  • Write them a backstory: No one is born evil. It’s just not going to happen. Events will happen in a person’s life that will mould them, sculpt them and set them on whatever path you decide they walk. Sometimes their evil ways could be learned behaviour - a child who constantly sees fighting as an answer to problems is going to do one of two things: follow suit and eventually become those they once feared, or decide that way is wrong and become an ‘opposer.’ A hero. A person who is always alone or always relied on could come to resent loneliness or attention. They could do everything to get heads to turn, or make sure that they are never given attention by killing those who pay them due. Any villain deserves a colourful backstory - if you’re gonna give us evil, give us evil with depth. 
  • Think about what makes them evil: Are you trying to scare your readers? How do you make your antagonist scary? Focus on one point of them. Maybe they show no emotion on their face? Do they react to nothing, and almost never emote? These questions allow you to sculpt an unnerving antagonist. Fine in on one point of them and allow it to haunt your readers. Let their one strange trait burn itself into the readers eyes so they can’t forget. It doesn’t even need to be a trait. Antagonists like Joker have strange makeup that is both slightly disturbing and also a little gruesome. It makes them look evil. It’s memorable. 
  • Give them an aim: Don’t get this confused with a motive. Although many villains have motives, many famous villains are also devoid of any motive. Instead, they have a series of small aims that they want to achieve. Giving your villain no motive can make them seem even worse. They steal, they kill, they lie, but they have no real visible reason. To your reader, at the beginning they could look just plain malicious. However, make their aims gradually clearer. 
s i l l a g e | pt. two

Pairing: Reader / Jeon Jeongguk.

Genre: Soulmate!AU where soulmates are drawn to one another by the infliction of physical touch, whether it be pain or pleasure. But it is only initiated once the two people somewhat interact.

Count: 4,689 words.

Warnings: Uh swearing? Discussion of sex? Mild angst?

When you awake, eyes pried open by the mighty sun who slips its golden fingers between the curtains and taps on your cheeks, you endure three realisations.

The first is that the sheets are cold and have absorbed the faint remnants of his smoky cologne, limp, as though they have not been touched in hours by any warmth other than your own. When you peek over the edge of your mattress, none of his articles litter the floorboards in hints of what occurred, multiple times, in the cramped space of your room the previous evening.

The second is that there is the unmistakable aroma of your roommate, Joy, wafting into your room in the perfume of burnt eggs and toast. She is a horrible cook, honestly. You count the cracks in your ceiling, wondering how she got home, what time she arrived, if she heard. Then, closing your eyes, you thank Kang, that precious old man, alchemist of ramen, for the lack of migraine that should most definitely be blooming between your temples right about now considering the sheer amount of alcoholic consumption you ensued at that filthy club.

The third and final one is that Jeon Jeongguk, stranger, mutual fuck of your dreams, also the best fuck that you have ever had, has left before breakfast. Therefore, he is an asshole.

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Love this request but I’m not entirely sure that I did it justice. Frankly I was incredibly sleep-deprived when it was written and I don’t know whether you wanted more angst. Also I don’t know that I did a very sensitive job of dealing with Bucky’s anxiety. If someone is anxious about something, the last thing you do is persist with it yet I couldn’t think how else to progress the story. You guys will have to tell me what you think. This particular request was made by @jamesbuckyfuckingbarnes and @vastudent3 said she was interested. Let me know what you think, and enjoy my darlings!

Prompt: Heyaa could i request a Bucky x reader where he doesn’t want you to touch his metal arm because it reminds him of what he did but the reader doesn’t care and keeps holding his hand anyway, he hates it at first and gets mad but then sees its a sweet gesture.


“I don’t like it.” Steve grumbled, tearing at his candy floss like a pouty child.
“Are you kidding?” You laughed. “Most people would kill to be here right now and you’re acting like it’s the worst thing in the world!”

Tony Stark was many things, though not many would attribute generosity to him. So when he’d bought out a local fairground for the day as a birthday present to Steve, everyone had been pleasantly surprised.
“You know, if I didn’t know any better,” the billionaire mused, “I’d think you didn’t like my gift.”
“I appreciate the effort. I just don’t like how unnatural it feels.”

You were walking arm in arm with the supersoldier whilst his best friend, Bucky Barnes, ambled along on the other side of you. Tony and the others strode up front.
“A fairground should be bustling with people. You should hear shouts of excitement at the stalls, screams on the coaster, or children laughing. This is just… empty.” He sighed. You stole some of the pink cloud in his hand and tossed it into your mouth. Bucky leaned across you and also took some for himself.

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signal boost: Poland is in some deep shit rn
  • so, introduction first: even though we have multiparty system in Poland, Platforma Obywatelska/PO and Prawo i Sprawiedliwość/PiS became two major parties about 10 years ago. both are conservative, right-wing parties.

  • in 2010 political situation in Poland became way more complicated becuse of so called Smoleńsk catastrophy. shortly speaking: Polish Air Force plane crashed near to Smolensk (Russia), killing almost 100 Polish officials who were on board, including the president, Lech Kaczyński (PiS) and his wife. we still aren’t sure why it happened, but there are people, mostly associated with PiS, who believe it was political assassination, planned by Russian government, Polish government of that time (PO) or both.  

  • the person who’s the most convinced it was an assassination was and still is Jarosław Kaczyński, Lech Kaczyński’s twin brother who happens to be PiS leader. since 2010 PiS turned into kind of cult of personality - again, speaking shortly: if you don’t agree with J. Kaczyński or you say one negative word about him, you’re out of the party.

  • since 2010, Polish society is even more divided politically. we even have few parades on Independence Day in Warsaw instead of one because there are so many different ideologies etc. 

  • PO was winning all the elections for past 8 years, but in 2015 PiS won both presidential and parliamentary elections. for the very first time a party has parliamentary majority without coalition. current president, Andrzej Duda, is also from PiS, so the party has actual power in the country. the funny thing is, there is not a single social democratic party in our current parliament. we only have different kind of conservative and neo liberal politicians. they still like to call each other names like ‘communists’ tho

  • everyone in Poland knows that even though Andrzej Duda is the president and Beata Szydło is the prime minister, it’s Kaczyński who currently controls politics in Poland, because both Duda and Szydło are his obedient pawns. the worst thing is that it’s them, not Kaczyński, who take responsibility for all political decisions. 

  • PiS didn’t legitimate 3 Constitutional Court judges chosen (legally) earlier by PO (these judges weren’t sworn by president Andrzej Duda) and current government doesn’t respect Court’s judgement, which basically means that the institution that should supervise PiS and control legitimacy of their actions isn’t working properly.

  • PiS chose ex MP Jacek Kurski for the president of TVP (Telewizja Polska; Polish public television) and since then many good anchormen were fired for basically no reason. PiS is even low-key censoring some informations, for example: while talking about the Oscars on the news, “Spotlight” was described as “movie about pedophilia in Boston” - they didn’t even mention anything about catholic church because PiS is in such close relationship with Polish catholic church.

  • Germany should be our the most important partner in EU but apparently PiS is still mad at Germans for Nazi Germany attacking us in WW2, i guess ?? instead, Kaczyński if Viktor Orban’s fan and even met with him some time ago, at night. i mean, he claims that he doesn’t have any actual power but he’s meeting with prime minister of Hungary in his free time, to discuss politics?

  • civic organisation called Committee for the Defense of Democracy is organizing protests all over the country to show the government that they won’t get away with their actions. protestants are being called “Poles of the worst sort” and “traitors” by Kaczyński and basically every PiS member. one politician even said that the protests are probably organized by Russia. wtf ??

  • PiS reduced the budget for culture and hospices and instead wants to give these money to catholic church.

  • some child wrote “Andrzej Dupa” (”dupa” means “ass”) in a toilet in their school, now prosecutor’s office is trying to find them. if this isn’t a farce then i don’t know what it is.

  • our current Minister of National Defense is Antoni Macierewicz, delusional man who spent last few years constantly trying to prove that Lech Kaczyński was assassinated, mostly basing upon opinions of pseudo-experts. he also deeply hates Russia and is a blind follower of Jarosław Kaczyński

  • just to be clear: European Union expressed their deep concern about the state of democracy in Poland. Venice Commission (EU’s advisory body) said that current constitutional crisis “poses a danger to the rule of law, democracy and human rights”. let me quote it’s a battle which is turning Poland from the poster child of post-communist success — a nation whose former prime minister Donald Tusk last year became president of the European Council — into a growing problem for the European Union

  • BUT PiS doesn’t even listen to any criticism, even if it’s EU oficial or Joe Biden who criticizes them. basically, if you criticize government’s actions a) you are stupid, b) you don’t understand politics, c) you are a traitor, d) Putin pays you to talk shit. 

  • if it wasn’t enough, Polish nationalism is growing strong. Poland was supposed to accept 7k Syrian refugees and even this really small number (there are over 38 mln people living in Poland, so 7k isn’t much) seems too much for PiS and majority of Polish society. there are more and more racists and islamophoes, there are news about quite a few men of colour (not only Arabs, but also for example latinos) being beaten up on streets by nationalist on daily basis.

Summary: Being at the heart of a Mafia gang was scary, but when family gets involved, it’s a whole other level of terrifying…

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A/N: You asked for more…so here it is! BIGBANG MAFIA AU is back! With a whole lot more blood, danger, and sex for you to dig your fingers into! What will happen this time? Who knows! The only thing we do know is that the mafia will go to any lengths to protect you, and in some cases that means choosing between the two things they need the most…

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There were gunshots. So many gunshots.

But you couldn’t see a thing.

The blackness wrapping your eyes had you panicking as soon as it was put on you, but since your hands were bound behind your back there was nothing you could do about it- not to mention you were being carried by a large body that had already threatened you twice that if you tried to escape he’d shoot you.

You knew it was all a facade and that Daesung was just trying to help train you up like you’d asked, but you still couldn’t help but grimace at the similarities with the first time it had happened, when Daesung hadn’t been joking and he’d actually been kidnapping you.

…Of course…things were a whole lot different back then.

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