you wanted to see my face

Translation: kai thank you for dancing / kai i am grateful for your dancing

During exo’s ment after growl, i was standing there, exo’s backs were facing me. Everyone around me was focusing on what exo was saying, hence not one placard was raised. I forgot which member was talking that time but Jongin glanced at my place and I saw that moment as an opportunity to raise this placard. I thought i was going crazy but after i raised my placard (i raised it so high to make sure that he will see this) jongin legit turned his head and read what was on my placard. He was squinting his eyes i think hence it took him a kind of a few seconds before he reacted. The untinkable happened. That reaction was only present in my daydreams. I daydreamed of that reaction everytime. He bowed to me. He bowed… to me. He showed his gratefulness to me thanking him for his dance. I was so speechless. I wasn’t able to focus on what was happening around me. I cried. I cried so hard i was sobbing the whole encore. This placard was my only way of telling him how much i am grateful for his dancing. I made this in hopes of getting noticed by him. It is a crazy dream of mine to be able to tell him that his dancing changed my life. And the fact that he noticed me and actually bowed to me… people were starting to look at me on why i was crying so hard but i didnt cared. Jongin actually noticed me and bowed to me and i will never forget about this.


I was tagged by @anusmp3 to post selfies so here are some of the most shameless selfies I could find of me

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Parent Teacher Conferences- Aaron Burr X Reader

day 1 of the write-a-thon: imagine your favorite characters and actors in whatever universe you like and write about it

au chosen: teacher au

context: theodosia is in ninth grade and parent teacher conferences come around.


“Theodosia! It’s nice to see you and you are?” I asked the man who was standing closely to her. He extended his hand.

“Aaron Burr- her father. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Miss. L/N. Theodosia writes about you a lot, I am glad to finally meet you.” I smiled and he looked at Theodosia, who was now blushing slightly.

“This is her?” Aaron asked and I glanced at Theodosia, slightly confused. He looked back at me and upon noticing my confusion, his face softened a bit. “Theo, do you want to go wait outside?” He asked her and she nodded silently before proceeding to leave the room. “She has talked a lot about you. She says that you helped her a lot with her mothers death.” He said, looking older than he did before and I frowned before nodding a bit.

“I just wanted to show her that writing can help you in ways that talking to people can’t.”

“I agree. The writings that’s she’s allowed me to read are just amazing. Things she maybe only admits to Philip Hamilton.”

“He has been a rock for Theodosia as well. Those two are practically inseparable.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Her mother always wanted them to end up dating.”

“May I ask what Theodosia has really told you about me?”

“She says you remind her of her mother and she thinks that we should- what do the kids call it? ‘Hook up’.” He said and I felt my cheeks grow red.

“From what I’ve read, Theodosia thinks very highly of her mother so I don’t think that I-”

“From what she’s told me and from meeting you so far, I would say that she was right.”

“Thank you, Mr. Burr.”

“Now I gotta go- I have something to discuss with Alexander Hamilton- he is an econ and government teacher as well as head of the debate club.”

“Alex is very nice so I wouldn’t see you having any trouble with him.”

“Me and Alexander we go way back and he is quite… hotheaded sometimes.”

“You can say that again.” I joked and he smiled slightly, opening his mouth to say something before closing it.

“It was nice meeting you.”

“You too.” He said before picking up his bag and walking out of the door but not before checking over his shoulder and smiling at me. I saw a stray piece of paper on the floor and I picked it up and looked at it in curiousity.

On a small scrap of paper in small, neat letters and numbers, Aaron Burr had written his number and name and had dropped it on my floor.

I smiled at the piece of paper and tucked it in to my coat pocket.
Theodosia peeked in the room and when she saw me smiling, her own smile widened.

“Theodosia, can you please send in George Eacker and his parents? Thank you.” I asked her.

“Did you like him?” Theodosia asked me and I looked at her.

“Your father seems like a very nice man.”

“I can tell that he likes you as well.” She grinned slowly.

“You’re one of my students Theodosia, I don’t think we should be discussing my love life.”

“Whatever you say Miss. L/N. I’ll get Eacker.” She said before backing out of the room.

“Aaron, what are you doing here?” I asked, looking up from my computer monitor and he smiled widely.

“I just got transferred to this school. I am going to be teaching history.”

“It’s good to see you and it’s going to be great having another friend in the building.”

“This is only going to bring back Theo’s theory that we are meant to be together.” He joked and I laughed.

“So I’m guessing she hasn’t showed you that story that she wrote several days ago?” I asked and I bit back a laugh when I saw Aaron’s reaction.

“She wrote something about us? I am so sorry, truly.” He apologized and I brushed it off.

“It makes grading papers more interesting. She has quite the imagination and I am surprised she hasn’t shown you yet.”

“I am surprised as well but I have to ask, would it be so bad if we did decide to try and go on a date?” He asked cautiously and I stopped typing and I stared at my computer monitor for a second. “I mean I-”

“No. I don’t think that it would be so bad.” I said and he smiled at his feet and started to walk away.

“And Aaron?”


“If that was you asking me out, the answers yes. Just text me when and where.”

“Good- that’s great. And I will.”

watercolor paintingS!

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Kris Letang #1

Requested by Anon:  Can you do a Kris letang drabble the promo could be what ever you want

*I hope you like this one! Every time I get a request without a prompt, I try to stick as close as real life so it’s more relatable, I guess. AND WHO SAYS NO TO ALEX!!!? Enjoy! :)*

Word count: 1, 139

Originally posted by nhlhockeywags

You looked up to see Kris watching you with an amused smile on his face, “what?” you asked, fixing your son’s beanie one more time, tucking a strand of hair under it… just to make sure that he’s warm enough and that he won’t freeze his teeny tiny butt off in the ice.

Kris dropped beside you and tied the scarf securely around your son, “he’ll be fine,” he smiled at you, “it’s not his first time skating.”

You waved your hand above your head, “it’s chilly out,” you told your husband, “I’m just making sure he’s warm.”

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Hamilton — Take a Break  {Sentence Starters}

  • “Take a break!”
  • “It’s good to see your face.”
  • “I know I’ll miss your face…”
  • “I cannot put the notion away.”
  • “I’ve got so much on my plate.”
  • “I wrote this poem just to show it.”
  • “Your son is nine years old today.”
  • “Run away with us for the summer!”
  • “I’m afraid I cannot join you upstate.”
  • “Do you have to live an ocean away?”
  • “I trust you’ll understand the reference.”
  • “I have a sister, but I want a little brother!”
  • “Screw your courage to the sticking place!”
  • “You and I can go when the night gets dark!”
  • “I’ll be there in just a minute, save my plate.”
  • “It changed the meaning. Did you intend this?”
  • “They think me Macbeth, and ambition is my folly.”
  • “I’m a polymath, a pain in the ass… a massive pain.”
  • “I know you’re very busy. I know your work’s important.”
  • “There’s a little surprise before supper and it cannot wait!”
  • “Sit down with him and compromise. Don’t stop ‘til you agree!”

Do you want this?
Let’s face it, the fandom has been a bit traumatic lately what with one thing and another and I feel like spreading some happy. Since it seems like this is pretty popular, I will give it away. You can then be judged by Scully for all eternity. The second pic is just so you can see the size - it is drawn on to A4 parchment paper and is a mix of pastel and oil pencils. Just comment if you want it and I will do a random number generator thingy tomorrow night 11pm GMT? I will then mail it out to wherever in the world you live. Feel free to reblog. I don’t mind if you don’t follow me but would still like to have it.

anonymous asked:

Being fat is not an insult. It's just like saying I have 2 arms. You shouldn't be ashamed, I was just trying to be nice.

Except in the end you don’t know me and don’t really have the right to comment on my appearance, especially because you have never seen me and don’t know the insecurities I have that have to do with my body. Like, you don’t know that I get nauseous when I eat pasta because I know my mom doesn’t want me eating carbs. You don’t know that my mom wouldn’t buy me grapes as a kid because they had too much sugar. You don’t know about the disapproving look my dad gets on his face every time he sees me reach for a second helping. You don’t know that whenever I’m at home and I eat something and I forget to bury the trash really deep in the garbage can, my parents always, always comment on it. You don’t know that I struggle in relationships because I don’t feel like I’m worthy of being touched and loved, and it ruins my relationships every time. You don’t know that this past winter me and my mom were watching This Is Us and watching Kate’s storyline with her mother about losing weight and it ended with both of us sobbing because we identified with the characters– Kate as the daughter who got messed up psychologically by her mother, Rebecca as the mother who wanted what was best for her daughter but can now see the damage that she had inadvertently inflicted on her when she was trying to keep her safe. You have no idea the psychological ramifications that come with being chubby, and it’s honestly not your place to comment on it at all. 

Don’t Leave

“Stop. Just Stop.” Josh ran his hands through his hair turning his back towards me. “Stop what? Stop wanting to see you, stop wanting to have you around? You’ve been gone for months, Josh, months. Now you’re telling me you’re leaving again? You’ve barely been home for 3 weeks!” I stared at him incredulously, my throat constricting with emotion. “I know y/n but this could be huge. We could be touring in another country! I mean, this is Tyler’s dream! This is my dream- I can’t just throw that away.” He turned towards me again, his face pleading with me. “But you can throw us away?” my voice broke and so did I. “I don’t want you to leave Josh. I love you.” Josh walked towards me and buried me in a hug. “I don’t want to leave you either,” Josh spoke, his voice thick with tears. “I will never leave you,” he spoke fiercely, as my breathing hitched. I cried into his shirt, smelling his cologne, knowing that’s exactly what he was going to do. 

haleyisgr8  asked:

2, 8, and 17 with sappy line prompts please! Preferably with Pan but you can do it with Robbie if you want!

2. “Please don’t leave me.”
8. “Can I touch you?”
17. “Because I love you!”


“Please talk to me.” Pan whispered. His eyebrows were screwed up in angst, wrinkles of distress carved in his face. It was very unusual to see Pan this way, as he was always so strong and so ruthless. It was Pan who had people begging at his feet but this time it was you who refused to look at him. Not after what he did.

You sat on his bed with your back against his form, your face hidden by your curtain of hair. You tried so hard to block out his voice but it was all you heard in the dimly lit bedroom. You had no where to hide and no where to run because no matter what, Pan always found you.

“(Y/N), please.”

“No.” You responded, feeling your eyes threatening to swell with a new wave of tears. “Leave me alone.”

He laughed but it was far from humorous. His voice rose.

“You really think I’m going to leave you alone when I just got you back? You ran away from me. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Stop!” You exploded. You couldn’t hold it in anymore after hours of this.

“I don’t want to be here Pan, why can’t you understand that? I ran away because I hate Neverland and I hate you. I hate you so, so much.”

“You keep telling yourself that sweetheart but we both know that’s wrong. Lying never gets anyone far and you’re exceptionally horrible at it.”

“If you’re so sure of yourself then why did I leave in the first place?”

You hadn’t noticed it, but Pan had managed to get closer to you. The safe distance you had created between yourselves had been cut in half. It was all overwhelming; him, his room, the fact that you were now chest to chest…

“You left because you love me. You realized that you love me back so you ran — in hopes of what? That I’d forget you? Get over you?”

“Why can’t you?” Your voice verged on shrilly. “Why can’t get over me you stupid —.”

“Because I love you! I love you so goddamned much that anyone on this island who can’t see it would be blind. I brought you back because this is your home. You are mine and I am yours.”

You pushed Pan’s tall frame out of your way, stomping towards the bed and burying yourself underneath the covers. Your head pounded from the crying and the fighting.

Deep, deep down, you did love Pan but no matter how hard he tried to get you to show it, you refused to budge. You knew he was right too, he was just the braver one of the two of you to admit it.

The only thing heard in the room was the shuffling of clothes and soon, the covers of the bed being pulled back. The bed dipped and jostled as he laid down, facing his body to your opposite, curled up form. Your sniffing and hiccuped breathing set a frown on his face, making him feel like someone was reaching into his chest and squeezing his heart.

“Can I touch you?” Pan’s chipped voice spoke. At those words a cool breeze danced its way through the windows, pirouetting down your bare arms and legs. Goosebumps rose like mountains on the valleys of your skin and you shivered.

It was a few seconds more until you decided to scoot back and into his body. Immediately, his arm slung over your waist and one of his legs fitted between yours. Pan hooked his chin onto your shoulder and with a content sigh, the room fell silent again.

It wasn’t long before your eyelids succumbed and started closing against your own will.

“Please don’t leave me.”

Pan’s voice was the last thing you heard before you slipped off to sleep.

Shout out :)

To the people who have nothing better to do than stalk my blog then run around lying to my friends about me (yeah, thats amusing af!) and reporting me to tumblr (who as you can see did nada because your reports were as fake as you :) lemme tell you something. Unlike you, I am not conceited enough to think Norman reads my stupid little blog (which btw likely has 10x as many followers as yours) or that anything I say has any impact on him whatsoever. Nobody I associate with even bothers with your pathetic blog because, seriously, lets face it, you don’t know shit. You can talk crap on me all you want, I could care less because as far as I’m concerned you are just a wanna be suck up yes man with zero originality who copies others because you have no talent. And FYI I’m not your problem and never was, you have way smarter people than me gunning for you, so good luck!

anonymous asked:

God.. um okay so I love your content.. but I don't want to see you anymore.. your not cute- beautiful but you are the slightest bit of ugly. Like I said love the blog But not you.

Instead of sending in rude stuff like this, you can blacklist “#the royal face” if you don’t want to see me. If your on mobile an unable to do so, tough luck buddy. Sometimes we gotta put up with a little bit of ugly in our lives☆

If you like my content but don’t like my pictures, that’s fine, but I won’t stop posting them cause sometimes, I’m hella cute. And, there are people who like seeing my face ♡


I was sitting on my couch reading a book when I herd shouts from outside. I quickly ran outside to see what was going on.
Rick seemed to be with a new group that he brought in, and they all were shouting. I couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying, so I ran closer.
Spanish? I haven’t herd anyone speak Spanish in a while. A smile spread across my face when I herd the language, it brought back so many memories of before all of this.
They were shouting things like, “ I can’t understand you,” or “ I only speak Spanish.”
I ran up to the commotion and yelled to Rick, “ hey Rick! What do you want to say to them?”
“ I want to tell them to settle down and that we will help them,” Rick’s face was riddled with confusion.
I translated what rick said along with our names.
“ since when do you know Spanish?” Rick asked chuckling a little bit.
“ since always! It’s my first language.”
“Well, help me translate!”
I responded with a laugh and continued to translate ricks demands.

This was written by Emily aka @abbacoco

I rarely talk about body image, because it’s not what drives my eating disorder. But we live in a society that perpetuates such awful beauty standards and ideals that it’s almost impossible not to have some issues with your body if you’re a woman. 

So, real talk, I was going through photos of myself from the NEDA walk today and all I could see was my face: how much I hated how I looked in the pictures other people took. The self-loathing that I’ve worked so hard to counter came on sudden and strong, reminding me that if I let myself be seen it will always end up like this - that I will never be enough. In that moment I wanted to self-destruct, to punish my own body for not matching my internalized unhealthy expectations. 

And let me be clear that it’s not that now, a few hours past, I’m suddenly in love with my body. Because I’m not. But I am really angry. I’m angry that some old white dudes who run corporations that perpetuate beauty standards and the diet industry tell me what is or isn’t okay. I’m angry that I care. I’m angry that I would ever allow anyone else to control how I feel about myself. I’m angry that I would ever destroy myself, make myself less, hide my body or take up less space in the world to appease someone else. I’m really not down with the idea of anyone who would ask that of me having power in my life.

So here’s to being seen, taking up space, and radical self-love. Here’s to honoring my body, whatever it may look like and countering the narrative that there is a specific way that is good for bodies to look, one boxed in way that makes you beautiful. (Which - ugh - sounds so freaking cheesy I can hardly stand it, BUT body positivity is actually really important.)  Most importantly, here’s to never, ever, giving over my power to anyone else. 


finally! after two days of bleaching, toning, and dying, I have pink hair!

it’s a light ashy pink, which is a bit less saturated than i wanted, but it’s still really cool! within a few washes it should change a bit, as well.

you can’t see it super well in the pictures, but we did a fade-out process (did the roots, then the tips) so it has some depth to it, too!

getoutofthefire  asked:

Hi Gear! ...Er, I actually don't have any questions to ask to be honest. I just found out about you a week ago and was a bit too shy to say hi at first. I also wanted to say you look lovely, and seeing you smile puts the biggest smile on my own face as corny as that sounds. Ok, time to go hide under my blanket in embarrassment, byyyeeeee! *Wraps myself up in my blanket and hides under my desk for good measure.*

“Oh goodness- Thank you-”


Entry 48

I’ve gotta say, my lady friend has been a pretty big inspiration. For the bit of time I’ve known her, I’ve gotten my groove back with puns and jokes like you wouldn’t believe. With all these good jokes and puns we’ve been cranking out, I’ve been knockin ‘em off left and right. Not just at the door, but in everyday situations too. Pap doesn’t appreciate ‘em, but I think he’s just glad to see me engaging in something.

Over at the newly face claimed MTT resort, they were having an opening night for comedians to come in. Something about they wanted to scope the crowd for reactions and whoever got the best from the audience, they would ask those people to come back. Usually I wouldn’t shoot for something like that, but as I got to thinking about it, I figured, why not? It might be fun. Can’t say for sure how long it’ll last thanks to that flowers resets, but who knows. It was something at least.

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