#friday already yayyyyy

[rogdona]

[wetslug]

funeral homes can catch these hands. why they dropping off bodies w just their last name scrawled on a wrist band. bro there is 3 guys last name smith in the fridge rn

[erikahenningsen]

yayyyyy it's sneak peek friday!!!

“What’s wrong?” Cady prods, concern laced through her voice.

“Nothing. I don’t know. Everything,” Regina says. Trying to gather and untangle and organize her thoughts feels impossible. She’s stressed by too many things to count.

“Okay,” Cady says cautiously. She wrings her hands. “What can I do?”

“I don’t know!” Regina says. She hunches over her lap, trying to get her shit together so Cady will stop looking at her like that. Like she’s going to disintegrate at any moment.

“Okay,” Cady repeats. She shifts closer and wraps an arm around Regina’s shoulders, pulling Regina into her. Regina feels the gentle weight of Cady’s head resting against her own.

They sit like that in silence for several minutes, until Regina’s breathing has evened and the tears on her face dry.

“I’m sorry,” Cady says quietly.

Regina pulls back to look at her. “For what?”

“If I pressured you, or… if I made you feel like I’m disappointed in you, or—”

Cady looks so genuinely worried that Regina feels a physical ache. “What? No. Why are you apologizing?”

“I don’t know,” Cady says, sighing. “I thought we were past you saying I should go be with someone else, so I thought maybe something I did made you feel like you’re holding me back or whatever.”

Regina runs a hand down her face and mutters, “I should probably go.”

Cady’s face falls. “What? Why?”

“Because I’m making you feel bad for things that aren’t your fault,” Regina says, stomach twisting. "It’s my own shit, Cady. Not you.”

“But I don’t want you to go,” Cady says.

“Okay,” Regina agrees, folding immediately. She takes a tissue and wipes under her eyes, cringing when she sees the spots of black mascara. “I must look like shit.”

“You look—”

“Beautiful, I know.” Regina rolls her eyes.

Cady smirks, just a little. “You don’t know what I was going to say. Maybe I was going to say terrible.”

“That would be a really rude thing to say to someone who is already upset.”

Cady takes a tissue and leans forward to carefully wipe around Regina’s eyes. Her tongue peeks out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrates. “Okay. All better.”

[ziggyevenstar]

team building ng branch namin sa work last fri-sat. drank a little too much than i should bec i kept thinking jerrel’s gonna pick me up anyway. but then it was so late already and i was too drunk, and i ended up staying the night. ate ehlla sent videos of me from friday??? grabe HAHAHAHA. i kept messaging jerrel about some non-existent jennhyfur, i was taking the mic to sing, i was asking beer from people, i was hugging people, i was screaming at my boss, i was clinging to my boss. pinanuod namin ni jerrel yung videos kahapon grabi haha. he was super sweet about it, sabi niya it looks like i was just having fun plus my boss looks like he also understood i was just drunk. kilig me kahapon kase sabi niya yung love ko naman daw for him nacoconvey ko ng maayos. super bait niyaaa. told him about how when i was in college kapag drunk ako i kiss people naman HAHAHHA

grab us kahapon ng food plus bumili kami ng ramyun with kung ano anong toppings tapos linuto ko. i drove us sa korean store yayyyyy hahahaha. he kept telling me to drive like this drive like that. i told him that i automatically don’t listen when a man tries to explain to me. force of habit HAHHAHA. kain din kami before non. actually dami food kahapon kain lang kami ng kain kaya fat na. tapos non his friends came to pick us up sana but i was too tired na. he has really nice friends. dami nila actually and they’re all really nice talaga. nung bumalik sya to get his car di nako lumabas hahahaha pagods. yun lang. super happy ko kahapon. tapos yung muka ko super ugly na no makeup and all pero okay lang ang saya.

[shrekstoefungus]

SAPNAP ONESHOT

(I’ve had this idea FOREVER so I finally did something about it 🤗)

Summary: You take a trip to the gym with Nick

It was a pretty normal day for me. Just laying down and watching tv all day. It was now 8:00 pm and I was laying on the couch. I heard Nick come down the stairs. He told me he was streaming so I assumed he was done.

"Hey mamas, I missed you. Wanna go to the gym with me?" he said coming toward you and giving you a kiss on the cheek. He was already dressed in his workout clothes

"But it's..." I look at the clock, "8:00 on a... Friday."

"So? It's the BEST time to go. Literally no one's gonna be there and I once heard online that when you work out at night, your muscles will get bigger than in the morning"

"oh really? By online do you mean TikTok? don't believe everything you hear online."

"Excuse me?" he says and gets closer to me, picking my whole body up. He begins walking through the house to mine and his room.

"PUT ME DOWN NOW NICK."

"hmm... i think i'm good."

"ILL GO TO THE GYM WITH YOU FINE."

"Yayyyyy" he says and puts me down.

I go in the room to get changed. I decided to wear a crop top with leggings, my usual gym fit. I found the leggings on Tiktok and have been obsessed with them ever since. Nick is also obsessed with them because they make my butt look big, but that's not the point. I put my hair in a quick messy bun. I walked downstairs, put my shoes and coat on, and fill up my water before heading out to the car.

Nick was already in the car, sitting in the drivers seat. I got in the car and closed the door. "Ready?" Nick said as I buckled my seatbelt. "Yup" I said to him and smiled. He put his hand on my thigh and began to drive.

We get to the gym about 10 minutes later and we walk in. I see about 2 other guys, but other than that, it's only Nick and I.

Today I needed to work on my arms, so I did pull ups on the bar.  I set your water down and take my jacket off. I put in a headphone. Nick always had the other one when we went to the gym. "Nick." I said while looking at him.

"Yes, baby?" He says while putting his headphone in.

"Would you help me up please? I can't reach."

"Of course, princess." He says and comes over to where I was. I lift my arms up while his hands secure around my waist. He lifts me up until I tell him I'm good.

Nick starts doing his workout next to me with the hand weights while I begin my workout.

As I'm workout out, I notice a creepy man to the other side of me. Since there is a mirror in front of me. I can tell that he is staring directly at me.

I try ignoring it but after a few minutes, he still hasn't taken his eyes off of me.

I finally finish my set and drop down from the bars. I bend over to get my phone from the floor, but as I'm bent over, I felt someone slap my ass. Before I can see who it was I hear Nick yell, "Hey man! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

I turned and saw the creepy man. Compared to Nick, the man was way shorter than him and didn't have much muscle.

Nick immediately shoved him back and said, "Hands off of her. You hear me?"

"I didn't do anything bruh" he says back to Nick.

"Oh so now you wanna talk back? I told you to leave her the fuck alone or it won't be pretty." Nick said getting close to the man and his collar.

"o-ok I'll stop." the man says before running the the bathrooms.

"Yeah that's what I fucking thought dickhead." Nick says before turning to face you. "Sweetheart, are you okay? I noticed him staring but I didn't think he would do anything more."

"Nick, I'm fine. I just wanna go." I said while grabbing my water and coat.

"Ok. Hop on my back." He says while crouching down for me to get on. I crawl on his back and he carries me out to the car.

When we get in the car, Nick gives me a big kiss. "I'm so sorry that happened, baby. Next time I'll protect you. I just don't like when other men touch my things.

I pull him in for another kiss. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

"I love you Nick"

"I love you too princess."

After I pull away from the kiss, I notice the creepy man exiting the gym. It's completely dark out so I don't think he notices us in the car.

"oh, hey look it's that guy." I said.

"oh that little piece of shit" Nick says while rolling down the window

"Nick don't-" before I could finish Nick yells,

"HEY YOU LITTLE BITCH GO FUCK YOURSELF" he says while flipping him off. He quickly rolls the window back up and we burst into laughter.

"oh, you're too good for me Nick" I say in between laughs.

"hmm i think it's the other way around" he says

"whatever you say, Nicky."

"Nicky? That's a new one."

We continue driving home and randomly, Nick says,

"We're not going back to that gym by the way" nick says

"oh just because one dude was staring at me?"

"mhm" Nick says

The whole ride home Nick has his hand on your thigh. You really loved this guy.

[mobolanz]

Sisters fb reaction: S1 finale/summer will be here soon

By the next Friday they'll know who kureno is 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Aww...;-;

What's with yuki ever since...?

Ayooooo DON'T JUST WASTE THE CHOPSTICKS LIKE THAT!! 😦😐😐😐

Why does it always have to be the house,,

She... looks sad. Was it because she heard what the teacher guy said about tohru being the right person for kyo?

(no but if she did she'd have a reason 🤭)

🤣🤣🤣🤣

Aw he sweet...

Ehh...? Who's this??

Leave him alone already. Nuisance. 😐😐😐😐

Ughhhhhh NOT HIM!!!! (⁠┛⁠◉⁠Д⁠◉⁠)⁠┛⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

Yayyyyy

URGH.THE SHITTY KID.

????? Is that a new character? 😦😦😦

I'm really curious about the new character. More exactly suspicious. I don't think she's good. She gives off bad vibes.

Also... i ship kyo and tohru but I still feel like they're still gonna pair her with yuki since kyo already has... (now she's actually WORRIED that'd happen anfjakdkakdjs)

He still has NUISANCE you mean. 😐

[gummygowon]

cute relationship things with ateez!

genre: fluff (a lot)

warnings: none :)

established relationship!

a/n: i meant to post this like two weeks ago but i never finished it so consider this an early valentine’s day gift <3 ;) 

seonghwa:

for some reason, i feel like seonghwa likes to read books

with that being said, on lazy days where you guys didn’t want to get up and do anything

you guys would read books !!!

before you guys would read some were recommendations from each other on your own

and then maybe rant to each other over little details about the book like how the main character went back to their toxic ex or how the ending of a book was so bad

“seonghwa, how did you even read this?!? the stupid ass main character keeps going back to that one jerk! like does she not realize she deserves more than his ugly ass???!!!?”

“y/n, just keep reading.” 

“but hwa-”

turns out the main character got with the other woman yayyyyy!!! fuck shitty men

i don’t know how it happened but you guys started your own little book club with each other

so you guys could finally talk rant together at the same time about the book

so since you guys started to read the same book and if you guys found down time together you would read together

like, imagine it’s a peaceful friday night

seonghwa is back from work and so are you

you guys already showered and ate dinner

you’re just reading and then seonghwa just scoops you up and then puts you in between his legs with your back against his chest

and you’re like “wtf bro?”

and he’s just like, “what? i wanna read too???”

“didn’t you like read ahead tho??”

“yeah, but i wanna read it again.”

that was a fatass lie

he just wanted to be close to you 

hongjoong:

ok so, we all know that this man is hella busy all the time

mans is the leader, song writer, producer, dancer, rapper (which is why he is good at all positions)

but you were patient with him and whenever he goes days without seeing you due to his busy ass schedule he would make it up to you yk what i mean

but on the more chill days when you saw hongjoong or even the days where he was cooped in his studio (you would visit him there because sometimes you just had to see him)

you guys would just lay on the couch, just enjoying each other’s presence and not feel like you have to make up for lost time

you would be on the bottom on your phone or reading a magazine/book

then hongjoong would be at the top with his head on your stomach as he would be writing down lyrics that came to mind

killing two birds with one stone you feel me

sometimes you would show him a funny meme that you found or quote something that you just read to him 

“hongjoong, look at the way he fell!” you would be dying of laughter

and then he wouldn’t notice because he was really roped into making lyrics 

but you also didn’t see him focusing so much because you were of course laughing at the kid that accidentally got bitchslapped off the couch because of their sibling

“joongie look!!!”

“what is it?”

you would then show him what happened and then he would look at with that “you really interrupted me for this??” type of look

“i just lost my train of thought for this song because you wanted to show me this kid falling off of a couch???” 

“yes?” 

he would just bring a hand to his face and think what tf? why tf? and then slowly start laughing because of what just happened

“see, wasn’t it funny?”

“a child getting hurt isn’t funny, y/n” he would laugh while scolding you

yunho:

yunho powers im sorry for this one

alright so, it’s night time 

you guys are about to go to bed after a long day or work/school whatever

your eyes are fluttering closed because the day got you beat beat

but then yunho just kisses your face

and then you open your eyes slowly again to see yunho look like he just got caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to do

like imagine a kid that just got caught drawing on the walls

that’s what his face would look like

he’s just laying there like “i thought you were asleep...”

“i was just about to...”

yunho feels lowkey guilty now because you’re awake now and he knows you had a long day

he just couldn’t resist kissing you 

you just looked so pretty and peaceful sleeping 

mans was reminded by the universe themself about how lucky he was being able to date you

like, godamn what did he do in his past life to deserve you?

ok, back to this reaction idea thing-

yunho would apologize for waking you up with his cheeks a nice rosy color

you just look at him with tired eyes 

“i’ll forgive you, if you give me more kisses.”

and yunho’s smile just lights up the whole damn room and he’s like oh? say less

so he goes to kissing your face

like all over

your nose

your cheeks

forehead

basically anywhere ok?

and you end up laughing because it tickles 

but you just want him to kiss your lips which he does 

... eventually lmao

but when he does your still laughing which causes him to laugh

he tells you “i love you, did you know that?”

and you get all flustered and shit but you still keep that playful energy around 

“i love you too, but you aren’t forgiven just yet”

which leads to more kisses :))))

yeosang:

ok so you’re now the busy one

yeosang has so much respect for you because holy shit how do you balance that busy ass schedule of yours

your homework loads were no jokes 

then to add to that you have a job which was even more stressful

it was amazing how you can manage all that and still keep a smile on your face

you also had major respect for yeosang as an idol

the industry was not a place to fuck around 

you couldn’t be happier that your boyfriend was lucky enough to have a group who actually cared and supported each other

speaking of ateez, yeosang isn’t the most touchy person in the world

you didn’t mind of course, you’re the same way

however, when he did give you cuddles and kisses you would be a blushing mess

a sort of rare sight that yeosang loved to see

anyways, one night you were busy writing those argumentative essays that you were sure that your fingers would fall off by the time you were finished

you were working on it ever since you got home from school (with the occasional food and bathroom breaks )to the time when yeosang came back from practice

you moved to your shared bed by the time the sweaty boy came home and he was surprised that you were working on one subject for so long

the stupid piece was almost finished by the time yeosang was out of the shower

however, you didn’t even notice

you were too immersed in your writing to notice

yeosang took this as an opportunity to sit behind you and wrap his arms around your waist and watch over your shoulder as you worked

and of course, he would kiss your cheek occasionally

this was super sweet gesture but yeosang but you didn’t the notice that he wrapped his arms around you

“ai yah! what the hell?” you yelled and turned around to see your boyfriend clutching his chest

“oh it’s just you.”

yeosang would give you a deadpanned look and be like, “yeah, who else tf???”

you would apologize and kissing his cheek before returning to back to work 

which yeosang would return to hugging your waist and keep his head on your shoulder

and give you occasional kisses on your cheek or neck

after that night, it became a weekly occurrence

which you loved of course, who wouldn’t love their bf cuddling them while they chased their bag

san:

i am very excited for this one

ok so, san loves playing with your hair

it’s just so much fun 

running his fingers through it or just attempting to braid it or put it into a tiny ponytail

he loved it

he would probably always play with your while you were watching tv together, sitting together in the car, or even before you guys fall asleep

then one day after san came home early from work 

you guys were chilling on the bed watching the latest k-drama that came out since san made you wait so you guys could watch it together

san was in between your legs with his back leaning against your chest 

and that’s when you decided to run your fingers through his soft, fluffy hair

that’s also when san asked you to braid his hair

“sure, what type of braid though?”

“there’s different kinds????” 

“yes, san. now pick one.” you gave him your phone that was pulled up to different types braids.

“i want the french ones. they sound fancy.”

you roll your eyes and start sectioning his hair into two sections and start braiding his hair and lightly pull on the pink strands because you know san likes his hair pulled

so you doing his hair right 

and you begin rambling about your day/week

talking about whatever interesting happened to you because you know that san likes hearing you talk no matter what it’s about

however, you were knee deep into talking about the latest drama at work that you didn’t even realize that san stopped talking

“san?”

he didn’t answer and his head would be dipping down so low you were surprised you didn’t fall over

“baby?”

san still wouldn’t respond to you 

but this time he just flipped over so his head would be on your stomach as he wrapped your arms around your stomach

“mmmmmmm?”

“nevermind love, just sleep.” 

he would respond by burying his head further into your stomach and tightened his hold around you

you kissed his head and ran your fingers through his hair which lulled san to sleep even more

“goodnight sannie.”

mingi:

you have been best friends with song mingi ever since you moved into the tiny neighborhood that you call home

it all started when your parents brought you over to your next door neighbor’s house for breakfast on a cold saturday morning 

you were extremely shy when you were little so the only thing you could remember about your first experience with mingi was hiding behind your mother’s leg for the first hour of being there and watching the young boy play with his toy cars and planes before he finally offered a pirate ship to you

ever since that unforgettable saturday, you pretty much spent the rest of your childhood with mingi

you guys were practically joined at the hip 

even when you were getting endlessly teased by your classmates for the first month of school for having an accent whenever you spoke 

which resulted in you running to the bathroom crying

not even a minute later, you heard someone burst through the girls’ bathrrom

“y/n?”

you peaked your head out of the stall to see your tall neighbor looking out of breath

“mingi, you aren’t supposed to be here!” you said in between sobs

“it’s okay, i don’t care.” he said as he awkwardly wrapped his arms around you. “are you okay?”

you shook your head no looking at him with tears running down your face

the poor boy was internally freaking out since he has no clue on how to comfort people (especially if they’re a girl)

he was like eight at the time give him a little break

so of course, his first reaction was to make you laugh somehow

and he did this by randomly recreating the “boots and cats, boots and cats” rhythm after seeing siri do it in a youtube video and started to bop his head 

surprised by his sudden movements, you laughed out of pure confusion

as soon as mingi saw the corner of your lips flip upwards he began rapping faster to the point where he was gasping for breath leading him into a coughing fit 

“mingi you can breathe, y’know!” you giggled in between words

after the young boy had caught his breath from hacking away at his lungs, he smiled at you 

until- the teacher had came into the bathroom, scolding mingi for going into the girls’ restroom

even though mingi didn’t care at all that he got in trouble, the only thing he cared about was that you were feeling better

ever since then whenever you were sad or having a bad day mingi would whip out his phone and ask siri to rap while he free-styled over the monotone voice 

he literally still does it

even two years into your relationship-

“siri, can you rap for me?” mingi would ask his phone as he pointed his free arm at you

“boots and cats-”

“mingi, please no.” you laughed in between tears, your mood rising with every beat

wooyoung:

i wholeheartedly believe that wooyoung would kiss you face if you were sad

but the first time this happened, you guys were still fairly new into your relationship

which meant that you weren’t completely ready to be extremely vulnerable around wooyoung 

because in your mind, letting someone see you at your lowest lows of means that you really trust and love someone to let them see you like that

you always wanted to be known as the strong person in the friend group

you were that glue that held everyone together

always listening to others and taking care of others before yourself

which is why wooyoung fell in love with you in the first place

he had never been in a relationship where someone was so caring and thoughtful of others that he was scared that he wouldn’t be enough for you and that you deserved better

of course, he didn’t tell you that right away but he confessed to you about that wayyy later in your relationship which is another story to be told

but one day, life was coming at you so fucking fast

assignments were piling up left and right and deadlines were literally every other day

and then there seemed to be an increase in the amount of angry karens at your work

and your patience was thinning everyday with those people

then to top it all off, all the tests you’ve been studying for, you got mediocre grades, some even worse in other subjects

it just felt like no matter how much work you put into whatever you do, you got half ass results

it was just pushing your mental health further into the ground

you could handle a C every once in awhile but multiple? on back to back tests? no fucking way you just couldn’t

those stupid, dark thoughts would cloud your mind in an instant and on days like this, you would just let them consume you

you were too tired to pick yourself up again and fight back which led to you crying in wooyoung’s arms

usually, you would feel so embarrassed crying over things like this when you know other people have it worse but you couldn’t hold in it anymore 

you ranted about yourself in between your hiccups from crying which would hurt wooyoung’s heart a little bit

because he thought of you as such a strong and kind person- the complete opposite of what you were saying about yourself

so when you were done talking, wooyoung made you look at him and assured you that you were not any of those nasty things that you said about yourself

each insult turned into a thoughtful compliment accompanied by a kiss

“y/n, you are so intelligent-” 

kiss

“caring-”

kiss

“beautiful-”

kiss

“more than everything i ever wanted”

kiss

by the time wooyoung was done, you were a giggling mess

“and this is why i love you.”

he finally kissed you on your lips, smiling into it like the dork he is

it was the first ever time he told you that he loved you

jongho:

i am also a firm believer that jongho would sing his s/o to sleep

like with that heavenly voice of his, he better put them to sleep 

so on the first night you ever slept with jongho, you were too nervous to go to bed even though your body was screaming at you to close your eyes 

you kept tossing and turning every few minutes or your eyes would shoot open with your heart racing

at this point, you gave up on trying to sleep and got up (carefully to not wake up your sleeping boyfriend) to get a drink

while you were in the kitchen, clutching your chest in an effort to get yourself to calm down, jongho had stirred awake to an empty bed

a flash of panic surged through his body as he momentarily forgot where he was since he wasn’t at his dorm his room never looked this clean 

yawning, the vocalist would wander into the light with his eyes squinted, “y/n?”

“oh my god!” you jumped, water almost spilling out your glass

jongho covered his ears, “what are you doing up?”

“oh,” you felt your cheeks turn red since you felt bad for waking your boyfriend up. “i can’t sleep.”

“why?” he asked, walking towards the couch.

“i don’t know.” you answered as you followed close behind. 

you curled up next to jongho, clutching his shirt “i’m sorry for waking you up.”

jongho smiled tiredly at you before kissing your head, “don’t be. it’s okay. i don’t have work tomorrow anyways.”

you smiled in response before the two of you guys fell into a silence

“do you want me to sing you to sleep?”

“yes, please.” you murmured into his side as jongho placed his other arm around you, successfully trapping you in between his arms

he began singing softly into your ear as he stroked your hair

his warm voice coaxing your eyes to close 

at last, your mind was at peace with itself

your heart beat slowing down

and by the time the song was finished you were fast asleep in arms

jongho kissed your forehead once more 

“i love you.”

[sugarmaplewings-fics]

Milkshakes and Existential Contemplation

Pairing: Kirishima x reader

Warnings: A single no-no word, tooth rotting fluff, dairy consumption (???), sleep deprived chats, and maybe some cold nostalgia

Author’s Note:

Hello! This is the promised Kirishima birthday fic I’ve been looking forward to since fOrEvEr (and it’s also taken me forever to write, goodness).

I’ll pretend like it isn’t wildly obvious that I wrote this during wildly different moods and levels of sleep deprivation.

Huge thank you and shout out to my buddies @sasha-annelie-quinn​ and @izzinks​ for helping me get this fic out on time! Especially Izzy, go check out her blog. She’s got some amazing original art! The ending was her idea :)

Not much to say other than Happy birthday, Kirishima! He’s undeniably my personal best boi and I love him with all my heart <3

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

-Sugar

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Eijirou knew he was in for quite a night when he awoke to your dark form hanging over him. Your hands gripped his shoulders from your stance at the side of his bed, and it took him a moment to even register that it was, in fact, you.

“(Y/N)? What time is it?” He yawned and rolled to his side, tugging his camo-print blanket over his shoulder. “Do you need cuddles again?” His voice made it evidently clear how deep a sleep he’d just come out of.

“Nah. It’s like—two AM? I don’t know, I was just thinking to myself and stuff and then it hit me that today is a very important day.”

“. . . It’s nighttime.”

You rolled your eyes in the dark. “Yeah, buuuut, it’s also your birthday! Yay!”

Kirishima ran a hand over his face, wondering if/when he would be able to go back to sleep. “Yep. It’s my birthday.”

You ignored the less-than-enthused tone in his voice. “I better have been the first person to wish you a happy birthday. You know, on your birthday. You didn’t get any phone calls yet or anything?”

“Nope. You’re the first.”

“Yeah!” You pumped your fist in the air.

“Is that what you wanted?" he asked. "Because I’ve got a pretty good idea of what I would like as my first present.” Eijirou shuffled over a bit to make more room for you, lifting the blanket next to him. “Snuggles with my pebble.”

You paused at his proposition, looking into the shadowy abyss that was Kirishima’s bed. There was a part of you that wanted to curl up in his warm arms, falling together with him into the realm that is sleep. You could already feel the kisses he’d leave on your cheeks, whispering broken ‘good night’s and ‘I love you’s as you drifted off. But no, you had something a little different in mind.

“Actuallyyy,” you said, drawing out the word. “I was wondering if you wanted to go on a little date.”

Kirishima furrowed his eyebrows together in the dark. “Like . . . right now?”

“Yeah.”

“. . . where?”

“I was thinking Denny’s. You know how it’s got that certain vibe right about now? It’ll be like we’re stepping into a whole other world.”

Kirishima looked at your shadowy face. It was clear that you were almost as tired and sleep deprived as him, and your brain probably wasn’t all there. A part of him could recognize that he wasn’t exactly being himself either due to his cut-off sleep. He wasn’t as peppy as usual (though, to be honest, who is at this hour of the morning?). However, Kirishima had to admit that he was intrigued by the idea. You had both discussed this concept once a few weeks ago while you were scheming date ideas. He’d thought it sounded fun at the time, but he certainly hadn’t expected it tonight.

“If you really don’t want to, we don’t have to,” you said, growing a little anxious at his lack of response. “I just thought it could be something different that we could do together.”

Eijirou sighed quietly to himself, considering. It was Friday night—no, Saturday morning—so it wasn’t as though you had classes in a few hours. He peeled the blanket off himself and sat up, rubbing at the back of his head. “Why not? Let’s go.”

“Yayyyyy!” you lowered your voice to a stage whisper, watching as he got up and fumbled around for his crocs and a pair of pants.

It was then that he looked to you. “Were you wanting to get dressed first?”

He’d noticed your choice to keep on your pajama pants, baggy and sweeping just at your ankles. These were your favorites—sinfully fuzzy and comfortable and absolutely adorable.

“This is my fashion statement,” you said, all serious.

Eijirou shrugged. “Cool.”

He opened his door for you, exaggerating a bow as he let you through. You feigned importance, nodding and curtseying at his gesture. The two of you giggled as Kirishima quietly shut the door behind himself.

“We have to be really quiet,” you whispered, taking out your phone and turning on the flashlight. You padded down the hall with Kirishima in tow, making your way to the stairs. It wasn’t long before you were at the door on the ground level, finding your own shoes while Eijirou slid on his crocs. You double checked that you had your bag containing your wallet around your shoulder before sidling up to Kirishima and intertwining his hand with yours.

“Isn’t this exciting?” you asked, grinning at him.

“Yeah, this is crazy.”

You giggled and opened the door, grateful that there wasn’t an alarm system.

The night air hit your skin deliciously, flooding your lungs as you inhaled. A chill October breeze ruffled your hair, and a light spattering of gooseflesh arose on your arms. You started down the sidewalk leading away from the Heights Alliance building, taking a moment to look up above you. Stars spattered the canvas of the night sky, and you found yourself enraptured by their profound beauty. Eijirou followed your gaze, looking from the diamond-studded tapestry of the atmosphere to its reflection in your soft, wide eyes.

“I can never get over how beautiful the world we live in is.”

Shit, why did you have to be so cute? Eijirou watched you gaze up at the sky for a few moments longer before you reached for his hand.

“Sorry,” you whispered. “I just love being out at night.”

Kirishima grinned. “Me too.”

You walked in the dark, hand in hand as you navigated to the local Denny’s. You’d been there before, but never as late as this. You’d especially never gone out alone with someone like Eijirou at such an hour. It was . . . beyond thrilling; wandering the chilled empty streets with none other than your beloved. It was as if you were the only two in existence—lost in a dream—and a part of you liked it that way.

Both you and Kirishima passed under a street lamp. You took the opportunity to get a good look at him in the yellow glow. His red hair was undone and framed his face in familiar spikes. The sight made you giddy, and you couldn’t help but reach up to touch him.

“Your hair looks so cute when it’s down like this. So soft.” You began to attempt to run your fingers through it when they found a slightly more tousled patch. “Ope, you’ve still got some bed-head there. My bedhead redhead. Heheheh.”

Kirishima snorted at your choice of words, letting you finger comb out the little tangle on the back of his scalp. “Um, thanks.”

One block later, you caught sight of a familiar yellow sign. You happily patted Kirishima’s arm. “We’re almost there!”

Now that he was up and moving around, Eijirou felt a little more awake. You had been right; he did almost feel as though he were in another world, being out so late. The streets were almost completely void of activity on this side of town, and street lamps lit warm pools of light onto the pavement to break up the darkness.

Eijirou walked you to the front entrance, pulling open the glass door for you to go in. You stood with him in the waiting area, and he let you lean against his arm while you watched for someone to come over and seat you.

Sure enough, a young man a few years your senior came around the counter. He looked from you to the screen of the device before him. “Just the two of you tonight?”

“Yeah,” Kirishima said.

Your waiter grabbed two menus and led you to a table in the back by a window. The only other person in there with you was an older man sitting at the other end of the restaurant. He looked just as half-asleep as the two of you were as he sipped at a mug of coffee.

Kirishima slid into the booth first, and you decided to sit down right next to him. He tenderly wrapped a warm arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to his side. “So what were you thinking about getting?” he asked as the waiter walked off.

“It’s your birthday. You pick.”

“Oh, right.” Kirishima picked up one of the menus, thumbing through the laminated pages. “Do you want to split a milkshake? I’m not super hungry.”

“Ooh, that sounds good. What flavor should we get? Whatever you want.”

“Hmm.” The redhead next to you scanned over the kinds of ice cream listed. “How about . . . vanilla strawberry swirl?”

“Yummy.” You settled in closer beside him, letting his warmth envelop you. A wave of tiredness decided to settle onto your eyelids, and you fought to keep them from closing all the way. You had to admit to yourself that you were tired, but this was still something you’d wanted to do with your boyfriend for some time. You’d stay here chatting and enjoying yourselves, and then you’d go back to his room and cuddle until you fell asleep. That sounded so nice . . . .

The waiter came up to your table again, and it was only now that you realized that you were practically shoved up into Eijirou’s armpit. The sleepy haze that clouded your mind made you feel a little more lenient about your display of affection, but even so, you moved to straighten yourself.

“What’ll you have to drink?” he asked, taking out a small pad of paper.

“I don’t think we’ll need anything.” Kirishima looked to you to confirm. “We’re ready to order.” He placed his milkshake request and watched as the other man made his way back to the kitchen. “So.” Eijirou wrapped his arm around you again, pulling you back to your previous position. “Denny’s at an ungodly hour of the morning. Thoughts?”

“This is kind of a vibe,” you said, looking at all the empty tables bathed in fluorescent light. “It’s even weirder because I’m tired. Otherwise it would just be an empty restaurant.”

“It’s pretty neat,” Eijirou agreed, taking a look out the dark windows. It was nearly impossible to see out of them due to the bright light within the building.

“So how does it feel to be a whole year older?” you asked, adjusting yourself so you could look at his face.

“Um, the same, kinda? I don’t think I’ve changed all that much this past year.”

“Look at us,” you said. “Closer to being adults, to going pro and being heroes . . . . I’m kind of scared.”

“Scared? But isn’t it exciting too?”

“Of course, yeah.” You began to fiddle with one of the paper placemats, studying the color-printed image on it. It depicted one of the meals on the menu, and you let your eyes trace over every detail of it. “I guess the concept of being all grown up and independent is starting to hit me. There’s so much I don’t know yet.”

The redhead nodded at your musings. “We can be there for each other, you know. You shouldn’t ever have to feel like you’re on your own in everything.”

You hummed, examining the shading on a portion of rice depicted on the paper mat in front of you. “Are you thinking that we’d . . . still be together then? After we graduate?”

Kirishima flushed at your question. “I mean—I’d like to. It’s all a matter of time, but . . . .” He trailed off, unwilling to be so vulnerable yet to voice his visions.

“I’d love that too,” you said, hoping you hadn’t come across as implying that you wanted your relationship to be cut short after high school. “What’s your dream? A smaller one that’s beside the pro-hero one. What do you want our future to look like?”

Eijirou shrugged, tracing his fingertips down your arm. “I don’t know.”

“Oh, come on, of course you do,” you teased. “It’s alright. Just tell me about the thoughts that make you the happiest. I don’t care how realistic they might be. Let's just say we could do anything.”

Emboldened by your words, your boyfriend took a quick breath. “Maybe we could move in together some time. Be heroes by day and then come home and see each other. I’d like to wake up with you in my arms . . . every day.” His cheeks had flushed a bit at voicing his fantasy, avoiding your eyes in case you decided it sounded silly.

“That sounds wonderful,” you said, finally catching his crimson gaze with your own. His face melted into a sweet smile and he took hold of your hand in his, making a point of intertwining your fingers together.

The atmosphere around you felt a little strange. You were alone and yet so exposed at the same time. The man at the opposite end could glance over at any time. Your waiter could come back with your milkshake. And yet at the same time it felt as though it was just you and Kirishima, sharing your private musings.

“Do you ever miss being a kid?” you asked, turning to look out the inky black window.

Eijirou winced a bit, his expression growing a little distant and troubled at your words. This, however, went unnoticed by you, and you merely continued to mindlessly stroke at the side of his hand with your thumb. “I guess there are some parts I miss . . . ,” he began. “But I like who I am now a lot better.”

He hadn’t told you about the majority of his self views yet. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, he simply didn’t think you needed to know about that side of him. It was in the past and it didn’t matter anymore, right?

“I like how you are too, but like, the nostalgic stuff. You know—tv shows, games, people who you don’t talk to anymore. I still think about my Nintendogs and cry sometimes.”

Eijirou looked back at you. “For real?”

“Yeah,” you said. “They’re just . . . there. In the game. Waiting for me. And who knows if I’ll ever even put the game back in again?” You put your elbows on the table and your chin in your hands, letting your mind wander back to thoughts of them. An unexpectedly large wave of disproportionate sadness crashed into you, and it was as if you couldn’t think of anything else for a moment.

“Hey, are you good?” Eijirou asked.

“I don’t know.”

He put a hand on your back. “Do you still have your DS? You could show them to me sometime.”

Your focus shifted dramatically at his words. “Really?”

“Yeah, I’d like to see them.”

A little part of you began to buzz with an odd spike of happiness. You must have been really sleep-deprived to be feeling emotional like this.

Just then, your waiter came out of the kitchen with your milkshake. “There you are,” he said as he put it down in front of you. “Enjoy.”

It really did look good, in a tall clear glass with the vanilla ice cream swirled within stripes of pink strawberry.

“Would you like me to sing you Happy Birthday?” you asked.

“You don’t have to,” Kirishima said with a chuckle.

“You can’t stop me.” You took a breath and began to sing, quiet enough so the entire restaurant wouldn’t be disturbed by your volume, but obnoxious enough to pull some laughs from Eijirou. “‘Aight, go ahead,” you said, handing him a spoon.

He dipped it into the strawberry ice cream, catching some of the whipped cream on the end. You watched as he put it to his lips, grinning at the taste. You followed suit right after him, taking your own spoon and helping yourself.

The conversation shifted to a lighter-hearted one. The sleepy hum of exhaustion buzzing in the backs of your heads seemed to make everything funnier, and numerous times one of you would say something to make the other crack up. Even the dumbest things that weren’t even funny at all forced you to clap your hands over your mouths to keep the otherwise silent atmosphere around you as such.

You slowly made your way through your shake, occasionally changing it up by feeding each other spoonfuls of ice cream. Eijirou even had the audacity to deliberately get some on the tip of your nose, only to lean in and kiss it off of you himself.

“Tasty,” he remarked, pressing his forehead against yours. His voice suddenly dropped as he met your eyes. “I think I want more.”

As if you weren’t enough of a flustered mess already, he met his lips to yours. He tasted sweet, with remnants of the ice cream lingering on his mouth. You felt secluded in your booth in the back of the restaurant, but even so, a new thrill coursed through you. It was rare for the both of you to have such moments as these in public, and your heart sped even further as your spine pressed into the cushioned back of the seat.

Nothing too extreme happened, just three sweet pecks against your lips, but even so, you couldn’t help but flush a bit with these feelings of excitement and adoration for him.

A few minutes later, you had finished your ice cream and were ready to go. You went to the front and paid for the shake (it was your treat since it was his birthday, and he only protested for a brief minute about letting you pay). Eventually you were back outside in the cool night air, hand in hand as you walked back to the dorms. At this point, the two of you were about ready to crash, and you couldn’t wait to get back inside and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Which is exactly what you did. Back in his room, you found yourself tucked snugly under his multi-colored blanket, face buried in his warm chest. The darkness was silent and peaceful, and now the weight of your eyelids pressed down tenfold. Your consciousness began to peter out, drifting from thought to thought, breaths deepening within your lungs.

Yet the same couldn’t be said for the man around you. His mind had decided to wander to something you’d said to him earlier, and now he couldn’t think of anything else. He couldn’t quite see your face in the absence of light, but he knew you were probably on the verge of sleep. He felt you shift around a bit in his arms, and that prompted him to speak up.

“(Y/N)?” he whispered.

“Hmm?”

“Um, you know how we were talking earlier about what we missed from being a kid?”

“Yeah?” Your voice was faint, only functioning because you wanted to hear what he had to say.

“Well I guess I . . . thought of something.”

“What’s that?”

Kirishima chose to ignore the slight slur in your voice, stroking the top of your head absentmindedly with his fingertips. “I miss . . . feeling safe. I was thinking about how when you’re a kid you don’t really know anything about what the world is really like. Your parents protect you and there isn’t anything you really need to worry about. The choices you make don’t change the lives of other people, you can just . . . be. We don’t—we can’t have that anymore.”

His words had stirred you awake, and now you were more intent on what he had said. He was right. Back then, there was almost no fear. You hadn’t needed to worry about villain attacks, or kidnappings, or saving the lives of others. Ignorance was bliss, and every day that sweet bliss seemed to slip further and further from being your reality anymore.

“You’re right,” you muttered, taking his large hand and beginning to fidget with his fingers. Your voice was now more solid, more focused and awake. “As heroes and adults, we need to take on more responsibility. The world isn’t a safe place.” You pulled his hand closer to your face, letting your lips graze his knuckles as you mused to the solid form in front of you. “Taking on this job . . . we had to give up on that. We have to bear a burden so others don’t have to. We chose this job to protect those people, to make sure no one else had to live in fear. The things we’ve had to go through, as a class and as a society—it sucks. But that’s simply how our world works now. We just need to do our best to correct it.”

Eijirou brought up his hand a bit to caress your cheek. You leaned into his touch, gazing into the space you assumed his scarlet eyes were staring back. You turned to press a kiss into the palm of his hand.

“I guess I do still feel safe sometimes, though,” he muttered, voice scarcely daring to break the silence of the room around you.

“Yeah?”

“I feel safe when I’m with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you grew flustered at his words. “Really?” you asked.

“Well, yeah.” Eijirou wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you back into his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your hair, pausing to inhale the faint smell of your shampoo.

“But you’re the one holding me,” you chuckled, gripping the front of his shirt loosely with your fingers.

“Yeah, and I love it. I feel safe.” He began to move a hand in circles over your back, the soothing motion causing you to relax even more into his touch. “Besides, it’s the manly thing to do.”

You giggled again, faint and drowsy. “You are manly. The manliest boyfriend I could ask for. But you don’t need to be manly all the time with me. You know I’d hold you at any time you needed it, right?”

He rested his chin on the top of your head. “Mm, but it’s my turn tonight.”

You rubbed at his back with your own hand. “Happy birthday, Eiji," you whispered into his ear. “I love you.”

“I love you too," he murmured back. "Thanks for being my Pebble. That’s the best gift I could have asked for.”

You smiled and hummed, the patterns you had been tracing onto his back growing ever lighter.

He chuckled to himself. “My sleepy Pebble.” He planted one last kiss at the top of your forehead. “Good night.”

“Goodbth nigh,” you responded, not bothering to fix the exhausted yet contented slur in your voice.

He hugged you tight and let his eyes drift closed. His birthday had hardly even started yet, but it was already turning out to be his best one yet.

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[bravenew-what]

Greta Van Fleet, please!!

Yayyyyy thanks!

How long have I listened to them?

On and off for the last couple of years. 

Favourite song:

Right now it’s Broken Bells. I’ve had it on repeat since they released it because it is GORGEOUS

Least Favourite song:

Honestly I’ve never been able to get with the song Flower Power

Favourite Album:

The full album isn’t out until Friday but I can already tell it’s going to be The Battle at Garden’s Gate

First song I’ve heard from them:

Safari Song

Have I ever Seen them in Concert?

I almost did, I regret passing up my chance now. 

Any merch I posess:

None as of yet

Favourite Single/Music Video:

Favorite music video thus far is definitely My Way, Soon (and no, it’s not just cause there’s a short scene of Danny in just a towel)

Favourite Member, current:

Danny Wagner

Favorite Former member(if available):

I don’t know enough about their only former member, just that Danny was able to replace him in literally 2 hours tops. 

Send me an artist!

[rogdona]

ITS FRIDAY ALREADY YAYYYYY🎉🎉

[etiquettedefiant]

Quick Update : I already had exams last month and again the exams start from tomorrow! I'm psyched and not ready.

The first exams went awesome and my preparation was top notch but now I don't know. It feels like I'm not trying enough.

Which is why I've left social media completely except for Tumblr because I still need my Taylor Swift updates haha.

Coming back to my exams, because otherwise I'll go down a rabbit hole hehe, my first exam is Geography and Second is Psychology on Friday! Which gives me enough time to prep.

Also peeepppppssssss

I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT which I'll be making this week. Stay Tuned.

It might finally mean that I'll be regular on Tumblr. Because like yayyyyy

Tumblr is all goody goody. I love the feels around here because all other media are polluted by bigotry.

I'm planning to read Music To Flame Lilies BY @ megharao_ (on instagram, she's awesome) alongside my exam preparation in order to decrease my phone use.

How am I feeling? Sincerely A LOT OKAY since Lover💕 released because Taylor is goals.

She magically helped me sort out through my feelings again and I'm finally in a good place now. Hormones suxk. I had an entire brain fog after puberty hit me head on and it lasted till this Jan. First few months without brain fog were miraculous. I! COULD! RETAIN! INFORMATION! IN! MY! HEAD! AFTER! TWO! YEARS!

I have no idea why this is not popular because that weird hormonal thingy made me contemplate suicide. heh:/

But that being said, I'm alright now and the real Me! is back so nothing could make this time better except my future endeavours being successful :3 Tune in this week. Imma throw a bomb.

[selbyuk]

Black Fri-yayyyyy!

Did you know in the late 1800’s, Black Friday had an entirely different meaning to what it does now?  Two investors had BIG plans to corner the gold market in the New York Stock Exchange… that was until their plans were scuppered when the government itself stepped in and flooded the market with gold!  Does Black Friday as it is now have a similar meaning?  Is it the chance for stores to finally get rid of their surplus stock?  Who knows?  We all love a bargain though, so there’s something to be had for everyone!

Speaking of which, did you know Team Selby have lots of experience in POS distribution for all those lovely sales?  Maybe we can help you with this?

Supply and demand is a funny thing.  If something is rare enough, everyone wants it. Isn’t that the same for other things, then?  Being in the service industry, we as a company have nothing visual on offer.  Black Friday deals?  We don’t have a product to sell.  Fear not!  Buying in bulk from our own suppliers (in some cases services, others products) puts us in a position when we can pass on a discount to our clients not just once, but all year round!

Whilst it’s great to offer a really good discount there are some things you just can’t put a price on.  You can’t buy it – it is priceless after all – nor can you see it and it’s absolutely never going to be visible on the stock market – this can be rare in itself.  What is that thing?  You want it, don’t you?  It’s CARE. 

Is care an alien concept to you?  If so, you clearly haven’t been going to the right place. Care is an ethos, an approach on how you do things and without this, in our opinion, you shouldn’t be in business. Care comes from learning.  At Selby, putting ourselves under the spotlight before, during and after a project allows us to get better equipped to succeed at what we’re doing. 

Ask yourself how many times you’ve debriefed a project with one final question:

“Could I have done this differently?” 

If you’ve ever answered this with a “yes”, you clearly see things that way we do – we’d get along very well, we think!

As we already have something in common, why not send Selby your brief?  What you’ll get is a knowledgeable, proactive and no-nonsense approach to your handing requirements.  Throughout your project, we’ll be there at the end of the phone, or email if you prefer, assisting you with anything and everything promotional.

Looking for a fulfilment partner worth its weight in gold?  Form an orderly queue people (no squabbling please!) and give us a call on 0161 339 5132.

[montanabohemian]

well shit.  apparently i should have driven over to my parent's last night because the weather got exponentially worse today (snowing and drifting more than yesterday) and it's supposedly going to get worse on friday so my parents have moved the dinner to saturday ... which is fine except i didn't plan on being there over the weekend and now it's like but i have to ... and then my mom was like but i wanted to go to the hot springs too oh by the way i forgot to tell you that my bad

and i'm just like ... it was already going to be stressful but now it's stressing me out even more what the fuck i hate the holidays

sorry i’m just venting about things.  i really should have gone yesterday but it was bad and the roads were snow packed and solid fucking ice ... and now it’s just worse ... and i don’t want to ruin my long weekend with driving ... or something man i don’t know ... so now i’m home having not prepared to be here and i don’t have any groceries ... so ... yayyyyy 

[kyandice]

13,14,15/07/2017

13th

So today is like a Thursday and I only have CEP tutorial for one hour and I’m done for the day. So like I could just go home but Bryan still had classes until like 4 or 5 pm??? 

But anyways, we ate lunch at foodgle and foodgle and I ate the Ayam penyet idk is this how u spell it??? But wtf the teh o ice was fking expensive it’s like $1.40?????? but its only like $0.90 at koufu????

And yeahhhh, Bryan got default golddddddd. anyways, I pretty scared for PA I really want to get gold, if I don’t get gold now, I don’t think I can get gold in the future when I’m fighting under black belt.

During the exam period, he was tired and like sleepy so he wanted to go home. But like I told him I have to study in school or I won’t study at home, and I asked him to make a move home first. but he refused he says he can’t just leave me alone like that in school. I told him it was alright. but he still refused to go home.he explained: if the tables turned and if he wants to study, I wouldn’t leave him too.

 But the weird thing is, now, he wants me to go back home immediately if I’m going to wait for more than an hour for him to finish the class, and he must also do the same. But I lied that I still have cpes practical so I could go home with him. In the end I told him I don’t have cpes prac 30min before his class ended, so I’ll know that  Bryan will be like: might as well wait for me and we go home tgt.

So when we got home tgt, everything was great I guess, except that I was sick and I didn't quite hear what Bryan was saying so I kept saying huh and he kinda got pissed and thought I wasn't listening to him. But okay we hugged in the end, kissed too so it was great. 

So when I went back home, Bryan already probably was sleeping yeap. And then I saw Yi Le tweet, she shared about this secure in love website thing where we do this quiz for us and our partner and find out more about our love styles.

Anyways, I’m putting the links and results here for future reference, in case, idk, people change so we can do this still, in the future.( http://secureinlove.com )

Mine, What I feel is me:

 (http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/05_LoveStyle_LoyalSupporter.pdf) (http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/05_PartnerLoveStyle_LoyalSupporter.pdf)

I don’t know what he feels is me cuz, he is lazy and he refused to do any more quizzes.

Bryan’s, What he feels is him:

 (http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/02_LoveStyle_ConfidentHero.pdf) (http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/02_PartnerLoveStyle_ConfidentHero.pdf)

                       What I feel is him:

(http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/03_LoveStyle_HesitantRomantic.pdf) (http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/03_PartnerLoveStyle_HesitantRomantic.pdf)

But yeah, so since he thinks that he’s a Confident Hero, this is what I shouldn’t do to him:

DON’T:

 • Assume everything is easy for them 

• Take them for granted or take advantage of their flexibility or generosity

• Forget all the hard work your partner puts in to make things look easy 

• Expect your partner to set firm limits, they often over commit and overdo

• Forget that they need help with balance particularly when they are stressed

• Expect them to understand your drama or your need for space

• Forget that they like to work hard and play hard

• Forget to listen to them, while they are easy going they get frustrated also 

And since I think that he’s a Heistant Romantic, this is what I shouldn’t do to him:

DON’T: 

• Lose sight that your partner is well intended and does not want to hurt you if they are being critical it is out of wanting to be accurate not that they are uncaring or unfeeling

• Crowd them or interrupt them and expect them to be present

• Be insincere in your praise

• Play games by threatening to leave them in an attempt to get them to chase you

• Overwhelm them with multiple complaints or grievances

• Assume they don’t love you because they show interest in other people or activities

• Use generalized language such as “you always” or “you never”

• Expect them to understand your differences, tell them what you want and need

Everyone should try to avoid doing this to their partner, but I asked Bryam, which one he wanted me to avoid doing the most, and it turns out that it’s the hesitant romantic. and hey, Guess maybe I know Bryan more than he knows himself after all.  

So apparently, 

YOUR LOVE STYLE is made up of two categories, your attachment style and your expressiveness level.

None of the seven love styles is better than the other, however, each of the love styles has unique traits, strengths, needs/wants and blind spots.

SECURE

Confident Hero = High Expressive (Maybe Bteh)

Reserved Playmate = Low Expressive

ISOLATED

Renaissance Lover = High Expressive

Hesitant Romantic = Low Expressive (Maybe Bteh)

NERVOUS

Expressive Giver = High Expressive

Loyal Supporter = Low Expressive (Me)

CONFUSED

Wounded Warrior

But from what I know, both me and Bryan are like pretty low expressive so I’m pretty sure that Bryan is a hesitant lover. The fact that he got confident Hero from the survey and don’t feel or relate as much as hesitant lover shows that maybe he lied like not really lie but like yeah like clicked the answers not consciously ok idk how to say but I think everyone gets it. 

Then after this whole secure in love thing, i decided to just ask him some questions I saw asked on The Lie Detective. Anyways, Lie Detective is like great I get to see the scums of earth and the loveliest human being ever. But idk a lot of westerners cheat?????? like why bruh. So anyways, a few questions from the lie detective were like, what is normally the cause of what makes you hard the fastest. Is it like real life sex, or porn, or just dirty thoughts. A lot of people truthfully said that it’s the dirty thoughts that gets them the hardest fastest and B said the same do he is prolly telling the truth. and tbh, dirty thoughts prolly get me turn on the fastest too idk lmao. 

14th

Today is a Friday, there’s training and it’s gonna be a tiring day. Nothing much happened today. Except that Bryan didn’t want to go for training but I still had to go becuz I had to kinda train up for PA. So after class, I just walked with Bryan to yck mrt and yayyyyy. I don’t spend as much time with him as much as a few months ago so I gotta treasure every sec with him, but lmao if I’m like alr sad now then army how. ok but, by the time he has army ill get used to it slowly. But yeah, after training I was tired. I showered, blew dry my hair and like went on the internet for awhile and I decided to sleep.

15th

So I woke up a t 1030 as usual and like ate breakfast/lunch and when i came back home it was 1230 and he replied he ate lunch/breakfast too and so like Bryan is asleep now.

Anyways, he sent me “dont doubt me” after seeing my tweet,  I cried, and I was like just really touched, cuz with that small phrase he said it makes me have so much faith and trust in him immediately. yes, this is exactly what I want. you telling me things, give me validation, every single time. I’m so sorry you have to date such a difficult girl.

Anyways, there was an update, but nothing much happened, so I’m pretty pleased and happy. I’m starting to get impatient cuz I really want something to happen, but if it does, that means it’s bad news and I don’t want that. so I should be glad :)))

CPES test next Tuesday I should get on with studying soon. I’m craving chocolates and its been really long since I ate chocs and I hope I can eat one bar soon :’)

ANYWAYS THIS IS IMPORTANT.

OH YA AND I WANT TO GO WILD WILD WET WITH BRYAN BY AUGUST 31ST. TIME TO SAVE MONEY CANDICE. AND YES CANDICE, ITS TIME TO BUY CONTACTS. YOUR CONTACTS RUNNING OUT OF TIME.

-SAVE $13 FOR WILD WILD WET (ITS $26 BUT I GOT 1 FOR 1 VOUCHER)

-SAVE $12 FRO 2 PAIR OR LUXURY BABE LENS.

- SAVE $40 TO PAY BRIAN SIR FOR PA

- SAVE $10 TO RETURN TO BRYAN BBY

[daniella100]

Jan 24, Yes.

Ok here we go, another day, another Friday, another joyful one, another blog. Blog of mine, what am I going to write about today... my DAD of course! Trump, of course! Meryl Streep of course! What a trio-- well you missed meeting my dad, but the other two you know quite well. Three people that alone can summarize my life..true,haha.. family, politics and womanhood.

It was my Dad’s birthday on January 24, yayyyyy-- I love birthdays and I love my dad’s birthday-- it is  a day that I feel I have to and want to remember him and I do it gladly! Annoyances  apart, annoyances that I guess most father relationships have, the love, gratitude and respect always win.  I wonder what he would make of the State of our Union. I think he would hate Trump, find it insane that Trump became President and would be shocked at how Brazil lacks leadership these days. I ‘d like to find some of his writings, he was a journalist, a great one, would be very cool to experience some of my father via his news writing, writing can be so wonderful revealing--what a nice project, for now I leave a memento of he: I was living in Soho, NY on Spring Street just off 6th Avenue when the US bombed Iraq for the first time, the Operation Desert Storm. We were able to see the Empire State building from our window and lived in a nice walk up, 4th floor. I remember looking at this amazing building when my dad called me from Brazil, concerned, those days we had landlines phones, immediately after the attack, accessing the situation, of how hard the Americans had hit Iraq, I believe the war started with a night strike in Baghdad, merciless stuff, and my dad was like, oh God now there will be terrorist attacks in NYC--his mind was so elastic, he saw the domino effect in everything, the big picture, it was fantastic. Dad thank you for giving me some of you.

Donald Trump--he just signed the executive order prohibiting Syrian refugees  to get into the United States for the next 120 days--I already hear the fuss the media is making over this... hello the cruel reality of our days is that there is a bunch of assholes, namely Isis and Al-Qaed, out there ready to blood shed the West, 120 days to structure your intake/monitoring of people from regions crawling with these assholes is fair. The Syrian crisis...who is to blame ah... Trump was far from power--  and yes, remember those 9/11 terrorists with visas?...sad.

Strike three, Dame Streep--she is a lovely lady, I was actually on the set with her once! I find her incredible. Ms. Streep gave a heart felt speech at the Golden Globes, talking of how necessary it will be to have the media monitoring the Trump era and how her heart was broken when Trump imitated a disabled reporter during his campaign. I will write about this  reporter incident next week, for now I ask, where was your heart Ms. Streep when Obama sent drones killing THOUSANDS, read that again please, THOUSANDS of CHILDREN, ELDERLY, WOMEN, INNOCENT LIVES all these years, where the f*%&k were you when that happened?--oh yes and  media transparency...the world missed your speech when Obama INCARCERATED, forget about mocking how about JAIL to all the so called whistleblowers of the National Security Agency; so what, Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein would be in prison under Obama? Oh wait, their reporting benefited the Democratic party, Obama would only put them in prison if it had benefitted the Republicans... talk to the 30 Russians diplomats recently expelled from the US. Honestly, may Obama, a man I believed firmly, live in shame forever and ever. 

http://time.com/4638617/chelsea-manning-commutation-obama-whistleblower-legacy/