#repeat x10000

[wisteriagoesvroom]

maybe i should just. stress less about writing

[clowninacollar]

That john mulaney bit about the salt n pepper diner jukebox but it is unironically how I listen to music

[dreamiie4her]

How i mastered the art of persisting & how yall can too

hello my luvs, lemme tell u, its been a rlly eventful last 2 weeks in terms of me undergo a drastic shift in my mindset and WHEWWWWW, i thought it was time to share with yall

storytime

this past year i told myself i would adopt a strict mental diet where i wouldn't let doubts stop me or anything and lemme tell you, it was such a rocky road. There would be periods of me affirming that i was a master shifter, seek validation from the 3D and then start dwelling in my old state again. This cycle of giving up continued until i came across these posts. I then deeped how i've been overcomplicating manifesting & shifting to the point where i would give up so easily on my new states because "persisting was too hard” when it rlly wasn't. Anyways, lemme share my favourite tips & advice i learnt.

THE ADVICE & TIPS

stop associating emotions w/ states

Once i stopped associating me doubting, being frustrated, etc with my state, i found stuff x10000 EASIER!! I be affirming when i'm sad/frustrated because my emotions do NAWT define me. If something happens in my life, i allow myself to acknowledge it then i affirm on loop that "everything gets better" and the very fact i am a master manifestor.

manifesting will exist whether u like it or not

whenever i feel like "giving up", i remember that no matter if i "give up" on my desires or not, the law of assumption will still operate in the same principle of dominant thoughts materialising ur reality. So that really made me think, why would i not take advantage of knowing about the loa and manifesting everything i want? Like once you find out about the law of assumption, there is no turning back so u might aswell utilise it.

you can never lose your "manifestation powers"

Sometimes i be having thoughts "what if i lose my manifestation powers" and its like?? i will always be able to manifest easily & so will you. You can never "lose" the ability to manifest. Its a LAW. Meaning you will always be able to do it

pick a staple affirmation & loop it no matter what

After utilising robotic affirming, i've felt so much more FULFILLED then i ever did. Trust me when i say, pick one affirmation (e.g. "i am a master shifter") and keep affirming through your doubts, random thoughts, etc. Litreally when you deep it, affirming is basically thinking and thinking is super duper easy. So picking one affirmation and continuously repeating it is so easy even when you feel like your having sm doubts (trust me, once u get in the habit of js affirming, things feel sm easier).

you don't need to believe to manifest

Before some of yall come at me, lemme tell yall something. When i got more serious about the loa this year, i overconsumed a sh!t ton of loa content stating in order to manifest your desires and it made me feel so frustrated whenever i felt doubts/overwhelmed when affirming for my desire. The belief bit will follow natrually while persisting, dont focus on beliving in ur manifestation, keep repeating you have it & your belief of it will feel more natrual as you keep repeating it (if that makes sense)

the 3D isn't the end, keep persisting

I made a post about this but to keep it short & simple, your 3D circumstances aren't permanent. Just because you may be experiencing the opposite of what you want in the 3D, doesn't mean it will stay like that forever and your manifestation "won't work". Keep affirming bb <3

okie that's it for the post <3 i'll probs make a pt2 if i got anymore advice?? but hope yall liked it ;3

[real-life-senshi]

hellow, i hope so far you´re doing ok since i saw you were struggling a bit with your health. though i'm quite new to your content i finally got the time to check some of your writings, i'd say i ended pretty hooked on them ahsfgsdjhs, tbh i'm not much of a fic reader of anything at all, specially since i don't think i have seen anything sailor moon related since my teens lmao. But i still wanted to let you know that i'm glad i have found it, as i tried to recall some about the pgsm plot (there's a chance i must have ended rewatching it ahsjhdsj and my gosh there were so many subtle things i missed 'cause i watched it when i was quite young haha) there were some other things that came to my mind that i wish were explored on the series, curiously most of it i found it on your fics 🤣 (i really like the way you expanded the pgsm characters through your stories) there were even some parts when i could 100% visualize them, may i have randomly doodle some stuff, who knows(?, oh! and your drawings as well, i saw this one about the Final Act *chef kiss*👌

There are other things i'd like to comment but i don't want to spoil anything as in Ao3 there are only 6 of the rest unlike the other fic site; i'm a big fan of the V manga (it's probably the one i sometimes read to remind myself why Minako is one of my fave characters ever! though my 11 year old self would disagree cause was obssesed with Manga/tokusatsu Mars😂 ) and also the continuity of the past life lore, whether if at some point in a near future as long as you're doing ok, please take care, for real. I'm looking forward to stay tuned if there's anything new from you 🙌

omg omg omg omg!!!!

You are the sweetest! 🥹Thank you for dropping by and leaving this lovely message in my inbox. Your keyboard smashing makes me go askdfhdsafdk as well! It's the highest praise one can give me. LOL😂

And jfc your amazing EoT based art? And there's potentially more doodles???? I can't believe that's happening to one of my stories. It's just not something I thought would ever be possible I don't even know what else to say except for repeating 'thank you' x10000 time.

Your message definitely encouraged me to finish chapter 7 instead of stalling some more. Made my week knowing one more person enjoys my attempt at writing a sequel. <3 My plan for the story is so ambitious sometimes I wonder if I'll be able to finish it. I even have plans to write a past life prequel and hope to do a bridging Black Moon story before introducing a Mugan arc sequel to EoT... That's 3 more stories total... and right now writing at a snail's pace, I don't know if that's ever possible... :'(

I'm finally on the road to recovery so it's getting easier for me to sit in front of my laptop for hours on end again. I've been mostly using video games to distract myself from the discomfort coz I can easily change positions while holding the console with no problem. With a laptop... there's a limitation with the keyboard for writing and the mouse for drawing. (LMAO I still use a mouse to draw. Never learnt to properly use a drawing tablet, even though I bought one long ago it just gathering dust now...)

Yeah... I think I peaked with the final act illustration when it comes to fanart. lol Knowing I did manage to make something with a quality that even surprised me, I've been overthinking and overcomplicating all the new ideas I want to do and then my brain and hand freeze and things are left as wip. 🙈

I'm really glad you enjoy my blog content. I practically owe my life to PGSM, I Iove the series with my whole being, cheesiness and faults and all. So it makes me really happy when my blog can help introduce or reignite interest in the series for other people! <3

I hope you don't mind me posting this reply instead of responding privately. I want to keep your message archived on my blog coz I love it so much. <3

[joonlights-remade]

It's official love talk is my new favourite wayv song

[hiphop-rap-and-basketball]

melo & his assistant

LaMelo’s Assistant | Part 1

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x assistant!!reader

Word Count: 3,020

Summary: where LaMelo’s assistant is fed up with how he acts.

A/N: although I really wanted to make this a long fic I just might make it into a couple parts, who knows😅 I need to finish rookie year before I even dedicate myself to another long fic. But I wanted to give you guys something, at least. This one was fun. I know that @ykiminlove originally had requested this idea and I want to give her credit and say you’re a real one for it thank you x10000❤️ I finally got inspired by an idea for it. ❤️❤️ I love enemies to lovers type beat!!!!! & thanks anon for reminding me of the idea. Enjoy!!!! ☺️ I love this one.

(Including this picture just because he’s so cute wtf))

•••

Today marks 6 months and 3 days and 1 hour and 10 minutes of being LaMelo Ball’s assistant. The only reason you knew the exact time was because you began counting down the time as you despised almost every minute of it. He drove you crazy at this point and you could not wait for the year to be up. After the NBA season was over so you planned to find a new job.

You took this job because the pay was too great not to say no to. When you learned it was LaMelo you would be assisting for, you were excited because you always thought he was cute. Once you got to know his sour personality and learned he just acted like a spoiled, conceded child, you became drier than the Sahara Desert.

The world of the NBA was exciting, nonetheless. So some days you knew it was worth it. You met so many amazing and talented people through the past 6 months. Other days felt like hell and you wished you were an assistant for a player nicer than LaMelo.

When you pulled up to LaMelo’s house this morning, you entered in like usual. You hyped up Dip as he jumped around, excited to see you. He loved when you came in almost every morning and at this point he recognized you and showed you love each time.

You let Dip outside to run around in the yard and get some fresh air for a a little bit before feeding him his first meal of the day.

You knocked on LaMelo’s bedroom door before bursting in.

“Get up, LaMelo,” you sighed, annoyance already obvious in your voice.

You stopped caring about coming into his room whenever you needed to at this point. You would just find him either in a deep sleep or up and scrolling through his phone procrastinating important tasks. You were the complete opposite and liked to get things done in a timely manner. So his carelessness irked you to the max.

“A good morning would be nice too,” he grumbled, rubbing the palms of his hands on his tired eyes before looking at you.

You were the only one who had the power to get him up out of bed. Even if that meant bribing him with breakfast or feeding his ego with fake compliments from you on how good of a basketball player he is, just because he’d ask you a million times to say any nice thing about him you could possibly think of and he knew it drove you mad.

“Good morning, LaMelo. Now get up,” you repeated.

“LaMelo, LaMelo LaMelo, you always nagging, calling me by my government name and shit,” he huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Well, LaMelo LaFrance Ball, it’s my job. You have 3 interviews today, so please get up,” you demanded.

“Wait-�� he mumbled, and you turned around to look at him while crossing your arms and tapping your foot.

“What?” You asked him.

“Say my full name again,” he mumbled and you could swear you saw a small grin creeping up on his lips. You looked at him in disgust.

“My God LaMelo, seriously?” You scuffed. “Please.”

“I’m up,” he huffed.

You walked out of his room, nearly slamming the door behind you.

•••

After he finally had gotten up and got dressed, there was barely enough time to drive the actual speed limit to make it to the interview. LaMelo always went nearly 15 over the limit anyway and you would always look at him wide-eyed as he didn’t seem to care if he’d get pulled over.

The two of you were almost late, you got out of the car quickly, slinging your backpack over your shoulder. LaMelo caught up to you casually. You hurried along to the building door.

“Hurry,” you rushed him.

“For what?” He asked, not looking up form his phone while he opened the door for the two of you. “They know I’m coming regardless.”

You sighed in defeat, hoping they would just be happy to see LaMelo Ball and forget about anything else.

You walked in along side with him, and there were a couple folks immediately smiling at LaMelo before paying any mind to you. He happily greeted them, chatting with them for a bit before the man finally acknowledged your presence.

“Is this your girlfriend?” The man asked and you looked down at the ground as you tried not to laugh.

“My assistant,” LaMelo quickly corrected him, putting an emphasis on the final “t” in the word.

“Oh.. okay,” the man said as he perked himself up before introducing himself to you. His tone seemed oddly more respectful now knowing you were his assistant instead. You cocked a brow when he shook your hand.

“y/n, y/l/n,” you stated, pursing your lips and nodding at him.

“They’ll be ready for him in about 5 minutes,” he reassured before walking off.

“Girlfriend,” LaMelo repeated with a laugh, shaking his head.

“mY aSsiStaNt,” you mocked in your best impression of his tone.

He crossed his arms, smirking at you.

“You sound mad about it,” he chuckled. “Is that not what you are to me?”

“You could have at least told him my name too,” you replied, feeling the heat run to your cheeks in frustration.

“My fault,” he clears his throat, straightening his posture. “y/n, my assistant,” he stated as an attempt to correct himself now, although there was nobody else in the waiting room but the two of you.

“Geez, LaMelo, I mean- that’s all I am to you? Thought we could at least be friends at this point, we’ve been working together for some time now,” you retorted, smirking at him getting all worked up in response to your words.

He threw his hands up at you and rolled his eyes feeling defeated.

“Umm,” he pretended to think deeply for a moment. “Yeah, that’s all you are.”

“Ouch,” you replied, trying to act fake hurt.

“Alright Melo, we’re ready for you,” the lady smiled and he walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. You shuffled around the papers in your hand, looking at his schedule for the rest of his day.

•••

After the first interview, you got to the second one where they filmed “LaMelo Ball goes Undercover on Twitter, TikTok and Instagram” for GQ Sports.

You got to watch from behind the cameras this time. Listening to all the answers he gave, he was funny when he wanted to be. You watched him as he stared at the laptop, scanning through each question as he answered them.

“What’s your goal, Melo?”

He thought for a moment before answering.

“Well… I kinda wanna ask him the question- I wish we was on FaceTime I’d ask him what’s his goal. ‘Cause I mean- I’m accomplishing my goals, you feel me? Check, check, check-“

I hate him, you thought before finding yourself fighting the urge to laugh.

“Nah I still got some more goals, like win a championship.”

•••

All that was left was the final interview for the day, and LaMelo was in a great mood. Meanwhile, you were feeling the opposite. It had felt like a long day and you were ready to go home.

When you stood in the room with him waiting, he of course had a basketball and was dribbling around with it now.

“Who gave you that?” You asked him, shaking your head at him as he started bouncing it around, circling you now.

“It’s for the interview, I guess,” he shrugged, continuing to dribble it and act as though he was guarding you before attempting a shot at the nonexistent hoop in the room.

“It’s annoying, and loud, stop moving so much,” you huffed, his hair was coming out of place and it bothered you. It happened almost everyday and every time you attempted to fix it, he somehow ended up messing it up and it never looked how you wanted it to.

“God damn, y/n, would it kill you to have a little fun once in a while? Sheesh,” he huffed, standing still with the ball tucked under his arm now as you worked your magic twisting his curl in between your finger.”

“Fun? Sorry, since I’m just your assistant…” you trailed off and you were focused on ruffling his curls with your hand now, as it somewhat helped, but they still looked a mess.

“… And you don’t take a damn thing serious, I’m just getting tired of you… and how you act.”

He pulled away from you now, lips slightly parted as his temper grew.

“Okay then, nobody is forcing you to be here,” he snapped quietly, towering over you and looking into your eyes.

“Melo, they’re ready for you in the next room.” The woman spoke from behind the two of you.

He looked at you one more time waiting for you to say something.

You shrugged and did not say anything, still feeling true to your words.

He huffed and rolled his eyes, walking off into the interview room and leaving you alone and by yourself.

To your surprise, his words hurt and suddenly you felt bad for what you said to him. Maybe you were a little uptight. Rightfully so, as all he did was give you a hard time. You contemplated giving him an apology. He was already in the other room and you would not even know where to begin if you did.

Your pride was too high, as you felt he was the one in the wrong here. You did so much for him and the least he could do was be nice to you from time to time. But here you were, standing in the room alone again.

While you waited for him to finish his interview, you found the cafeteria in the building and opened your laptop to check your emails.

You kept looking up at the small coffee shop they had and finally decided you would pick something up as a treat for yourself. You pulled out your wallet and walked over.

“Hello,” the barista greeted you. His face was so pretty he was definitely a cutie. You smiled back at him.

“Hey, how are you today?” You asked him.

“Good, and you?” He asked.

“Busy,” you nodded.

“I can’t say the same,” he smiled, referring to the line of zero people behind you, you giggled and ordered your coffee.

“Sooo, you like working here?” You asked, rocking back and fourth on your feet. You watched his arm muscles flex as he prepared the coffee through the expresso machine.

“It’s okay, pays the bills for now while I’m in school,” he shrugged.

“Oh that’s cool, what are you studying?” You asked him.

“Business… and what do you do, pretty lady?”

You smiled before responding. “I’m just a personal assistant.”

“I mean, that’s pretty cool though, do you like it?” He asked, pouring the milk into the cup before frothing it.

“Pays the bills,” you repeated his words with a shrug and he chuckled, putting the lid on your coffee cup.

“Felt that one,” he chuckled. “Here’s your coffee.”

“Thank you so much,” you grinned at him.

“No problem. Would you like to go out sometime? I-I can give you my number,” he smiled nervously at you.

“That would be-

“She has a boyfriend,” LaMelo stated, walking up from behind you, nodding his head at an attempt to sound convincing while swinging his arm around your shoulder before playfully fist bumping your arm a couple of times with his free hand.

“Where did you come from?” You asked, looking up at him.

“I’m done now, I actually was looking for you,” LaMelo replied with a sweet smile. You felt your cheeks grow warm at his words and seeing him smile was a rare form of bliss for you. You quickly snapped back to reality before you spoke.

“I’m actually very much single,” you nodded at the barista, chuckling nervously trying to save yourself, but the barista was already looking at the two of you with his eyebrows raised in confusion.

“Come on y/n we gotta go, don’t want to be late for the next interview,” he chuckled while nudging you, but you wouldn’t budge.

“We’re actually done for the day,” you smiled at him. “You ready for me to take you home?”

“Umm no, we were supposed to be having dinner after, remember? You were going to tell me all about your new boyfriend, duh,” he chuckled, “let’s go.”

You looked up at the barista who looked down, smiling, appearing uninterested now as the line began to build up.

“Nice meeting you,” is all you said to the barista as you forced a smile. He waved the two of you off before greeting his next customer.

You walked beside LaMelo in silence for a moment.

“LaMelo, you ruined my chances with that guy,” you huffed, attempting to push his arm but he caught your hand and held onto it for a moment before setting it down on your side.

“So? He looked boring. He work at a coffee shop,” he scuffed, starting to walk again.

“And? What if that’s my type?” You asked him. “Chill, laid-back, unproblematic?” You said while swinging your hands around, trying to get your point across as you walked alongside him.

He looked at you with a “yeah, right,” expression on his face.

“And he’s in college studying business- an educated man…” you continued.

He stopped in his tracks, turning to face you.

“You probably make more than him now… and I make more than he ever will.” He chuckled, shaking his head while adjusting his hoodie and chain. “You don’t need that.”

You cocked a brow at him, wondering what his next words could possibly be after a line like that.

“…And you don’t need a boyfriend,” he stated, walking away and picking up his pace now as you attempted to run after him as fast as you could in your heels.

“What??” You snapped. “Says who?”

“Says me. Because you’re my assistant. And because I said so.”

“That wasn’t in the contract,” you replied.

“It is now,” he pressed.

“Why are you so bothered by it?” You yelled at him now and he turned around looking just as flustered as you were.

“You don’t have time for one, you got a lot of shit to do. You spending all day typing on that little computer of yours.”

“I-“ You scuffed in disbelief. “What?! That’s not all I do? And-and who are you to tell me what I have time for?”

“You work for me!” He exclaimed, raising his voice now.

“You’re such a brat, seriously?” You yelled, crossing your arms.

“SeRiOusLy,” he repeated, mocking your tone in his best attempt at a girly voice and you rolled your eyes so far back they almost fell out of your head.

“You’re so annoying,” you muttered under your breath, making your way to his car now. You walked as fast as you could in the heels you were wearing but with his long legs he could basically keep the same pace as yours without having to put in half the effort you were putting in.

He stopped you again, looking down at you.

“What?” He asked you, and you shook your head as you had many angry thoughts racing in your mind.

“Say what you gotta say,” he pressed on.

You huffed.

“So I can’t have a life outside of you? Everything I do needs to revolve around you?”

He licked his lips, looking around as if what you said was the obvious truth. “Uh- yeah?”

“I’m done- this is too much,” you took a step but he grabbed your arm to stop you. You looked at him, crossing your arms.

“Did you mean what you said? About being tired of me?” He asked.

You sighed, refusing to make eye contact with him.

“Yes,” you replied flatly. His eyes fell to the ground before looking back up at you.

“Well then you don’t have to work for me anymore then, I can handle this on my own,” he replied and you looked at him sideways, trying not to laugh.

“No you can’t… like at all. Have you seen yourself? We barely even made it on time today, LaMelo. If you want to have a good reputation, you should start caring about those kinds of things.”

“Like what?”

“Being on time to things I schedule for you- since Lord knows you cannot do it yourself, being about your word when you agree to an interview with a company when they reach out to me about a deal you spoke to them about.”

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, irrational thoughts running through his brain before he spoke.

“Then I’ll find a new assistant,” he shrugged and you didn’t say anything in response.

“…Unless, you want to keep your job,” he continued in a rude tone now. His entitlement to you almost set you off but a smug grin grew on your face instead, after you took a deep breath.

“Well, as far as I know… you owe me dinner. I have to tell you all about my “new boyfriend” that I apparently can’t have so… we’re at least going to that. And you’re paying.” You retorted.

“No, that’s not happening,” he chuckled. “You’re going home. I’m over dealing with that attitude you’ve had all day.”

“Hmmm, look at you proving my point how you can’t keep your word or promises, tsk tsk,” you said while shaking your head at him.

He rolled his eyes, huffing.

“Fuck, fine,” he sighed and you grinned proudly. You both got into his car.

“And you say I’m the brat,” he mumbled.

“What was that?” You asked him sharply.

“I said you a brat, Ion give a fuck, I’ll say it with my chest,” he mumbled. “Unlike you.”

“I’ll say what I need to say,” you scuffed.

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?”

“You’re too scared to admit that you need me,” you replied.

part 2

____

BITCHHHHHHHH ugh yes. Sorry no NFSW yet 💀🥵

Anyway, taglist I’ll start including in all of my work: (sorry it’s not a rookie year update I promise that will come too 😊)

@lilah1903 @baddessbubble @ykiminlove @neighboorhoodwhore

[reggieburger]

ON REPEAT x10000

[pawsathomepetsitting]

On a beautiful day like today...throw-fetch-repeat x10000 #ThrowtheBallThursday :) . #cute #funny #smile #fetch #boxer #boxersofinstagram #dog #dogsofinstagram #august #summer #dogdaysofsummer #beach #playoutside #sunshine https://www.instagram.com/p/BmmJUdMFz8n/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=x9bvv7dlf2hq

[hun-a]

watch > repeat x10000 > laugh like a pig x10000

[museinmysoul]

11 Questions Tag

I was tagged by @chanskitchen, aaaaaaah thank youuu so much!!  ♥♥ it took me some days lol.

the rules are to answer the 11 questions, create 11 questions of your own and tag 11 people to answer them

1: If you could dye your hair any color, what would it be?

Uuh, I guess blue-ish? My hair is dark brown(looks like black), so I kind of think a dark blue would be pretty cool, idk. Maybe only the ends (do you call it like that?)

 2: What’s your dream pet?

A dragon, so I can ride it and fly to southk to beat jyp’s ass. Seriously. I’ll go all mother dragon on him. Who wants to tag along?? :)

3: What fruit do you most relate to?

I guess it depends on the day, sometimes I feel more like a banana and others more like a lemon.. oh wait, that’s not a fruit. probably i relate to apples.. apples are good.

4: Would you rather punch or dropkick jyp?

I would ask my dragon to dropkick him, like, that would be so badass. Yes. And then, I punch him in the face. for hurting my babies.

5: Who’s your ultimate kpop bias?

Ohnooo, whyyy. This is cruel, why you gotta make me choose?????? nope.nope. x10000. ok fINEEE.

jimin from bts ♥

isnt he ashfskjfafskdj?

buuuuuuut, this bby is slowly taking my heart too 

im melting, sendhelp

6: Favorite school subject?

I guess… history? 

7: You meet a kpop idol, what’s the first thing you do?

scream, panic, hide, more screaming, repeat. Hah, nah, I guess I’d be in shock at first – (I had the luck of having Kard for a few seconds right in front of me at a mini-fansign and I literally was in shock and I forgot all my english, it was embarrassing lol, my heart was beating sooo fast). so yeah, I guess I’d tell them I love them and thank them for doing such great music. If I can get a hold of my senses aha.

8: What would you name a strange creature you found in the woods?

this is the most random question I’ve read but I love it haha, uh, strangosaurus? dontlaughatme 

9: Pc or console?

Pc!

10: What’s been your favorite year so far?

Last year was a pretty good year for me, yeah..

11: If you could live anywhere, where would it be?

I’m not sure, but it has to be somewhere where it’s usually pretty cold, because I can’t stand the heat. Maybe somewhere in Europe, idk.

ok, now’s my turn!

My questions ♥ :

1.       If you had the possibility of turning into an animal for one day… what would you turn into?

2.       What supernatural being would you love to be out of these: fairy, elf, gnome, wolf, shape shifter, vampire, witch, zombie.

3.       Are you a morning person?

4.       Beach or mountain?

5.       If you were to be the new CEO of JYP ent. what would the first thing you would do?

6.       What time of the day do you prefer?

7.       Are you a sport person?

8.       What songs/books would you recommend?

9.       Natural makeup or strong makeup?

10.   What do you do when feeling stressed?

11.   Any new year resolution?

I’m tagging these cuties ♥ :

@krucxa, @dimpled-squirrel, @straykidzz, @straykidsdeservetheworld, @3taeskookie3, @mochi-feels, @jisxngie, @smileyfelix, @felixhelix, @hellevato-r, @prodcb97 (you guys, if u don’t wanna do it it’s okaaaaay!!) no worries! 

i tagged blogs that i like or are following me :) ~♥

[chiliconsharls]

honestly, i’ll be Realistic. i know that asking stranger things to actually make steve/nancy/jonathan a Canon Polyamory ship is A Lot to Ask For, specially ‘cause it’s in the 80′s (tho, we all know that means nothing bc open relationships have existed since the beginning of time probably) and also bc ultimately the Point of this show is about kids friendship & familial love & monsters & An Open Love Letter to the 80s -- not these three teenage kids i happen to have fallen for but

i still feel like i should’ve had some sort of Nod to the fact that they can be more than just ur Basic Love Triangle -- they did in S1 so all ya’ll had to do was repeat that same idea. 

I really thought I could see them all hanging out more, i know that nancy & jonathan shared more of a traumatic experience but at some point steve was there too & he Knows shit too so why would it become a Thing that only nancy & jonathan share?? Why kick steve our of the picture? Why split him & them, having steve still be a secondary-ish character with the kids & stuff? (its like youre physically punching me in the gut) 

They were AMAZING in the end of S1 so why yall gotta go & pretend like thats not something that can happen again? They’re literally the only teenagers of the show, why wouldnt they hang out & do stuff together? (Listen, nancy DIDNT have to go all on a quest with jonathan, yall just couldve let steve “apologize -- which i know he didnt have to but still -- & then join jonathan & nancy. It would’ve provided u with either 1) Fun times 2) Awkward angst about how nancy Has To Pick bc she lives in a Monogamy-normative world or 3) All of the above -- specially bc if the theorist fuckhead had done his whole number on ‘’Analysing Nancy’ ft. Jonathan’ in front of steve it would’ve been like x10000 times better -- plus you would’ve get to make fun of the whole ‘love triangle’ aspect of it bc i know the theorist guy Would Have) Nah man, instead yall had them split without it being organic, really & pushed the triangle down people throats, succesfully making it awkward for both shippers of joncy & stancy (idk if thats the ship name for steve x nancy but yall get it) -- & idk if theres anybody out there who ships jonathan x steve but if there is, im so sorry for u buddy (they literally only speak to each other One [1] Time & its in the background of a shot lmao Tragic™)   

All i’m saying is, you dont have to open S3 with a shot of nancy walking down the school hall holding steve’s hand on one hand & jonathan’s in the other (tho i would Die as Hell) but please, for the love of god, let the three of them be together more. balance their whole relationship if you want people to buy into the triangle BS -- make it interesting by having the boys Bond, make it different, make it organic & Not More Of The Same, or just, please, with cherries on top, make them polyam

[like-a-whisper]

"I won't let you" +romione

funnily enough one of the first fics I ever wrote (like a century ago when my writing was x10000 times worse than anything I can try to do now) was called ‘I won’t let you’! So this is bringing back some nostalgia.

“You’re leaving?” she asked as she came into their bedroom and saw him packing his rucksack with clothes.

Ron looked up at her guiltily, staring into her eyes for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, it’s one of those calls again.”

Hermione nodded, resigned to life as an Auror’s girlfriend. But things weren’t adding up… the rucksack getting filled with clothes, the guilty look on his face.. “Wait, how long are you going for?” a few hours, just overnight, a few days…

“A couple of weeks,” he said, avoiding her gaze.

“Weeks?” Hermione gasped. “That’s the longest you’ve been gone yet!”

Ron chewed his lip uncomfortably as he continued to pack. “Yeah, well, a lead’s come up on a big case and they need us to go follow it up now, and they’re not sure how long it’ll take and–”

“What case is it?” Hermione asked warily, for what case could be so serious that Ron needs to leave now and for so long. But the way that Ron stiffened and looked very uncomfortable told her everything she needed to know. “Ron!”

“Yeah, it’s the Herzestor case,” he resigned. He finally looked up at her. “But Hermione, I swear–”

“NO!” She exclaimed, marching over and taking out the pair of jeans he’d just put in. “No, you cannot be going to tackle one of the most violent criminals in existence, who’s been renowned for his sadism and maiming and murdering his victims in the most abhorrent—“

“Hermione—“

“Nobody who encounters him gets out alive!” Hermione cried out in a half-sob.“Hermione—“

“NO! I won’t let you!”

“Let me?” Ron repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Hermione, it’s my job!”

“And it’s me, telling you!” Hermione said, tugging on his arm to stop him putting any more into his bag.

“And I can’t!” Ron shouted. “I can’t not go!”

“Yes, you can! Just don’t!”

“That’s not how it works, and you know it. Besides, I need to go!”

Suddenly, the energy left her. “You need to stay home,” she whispered, sliding her arms up to rest on his shoulders. “Ron, I can’t have you—“

“I can’t let him stay out there, if there’s even the slightest chance we can get him,” Ron began, his voice a low rumble. “The things he’s done, if he ever got his hands on you…” he shuddered.

“And you think I don’t feel the same?” Hermione exclaimed. “Ron, you’re throwing yourself into his path.”

“But I’ve got a team of great Aurors who know the case, and we’ve got a strategy, and we’re going to get back home.”

“But why can’t you stay home?”

Ron raised his hands up to cup her face, tracing the edges of it. “It’s my job to protect you, love.”

“I don’t–“

“You don’t need protecting, I know. But it’s my job to. Both as an Auror, and as me. As long as there’s bad guys out there, I don’t want any of them near you, and I’m going to do my damnedest to make sure you’re as safe as you can be, as safe as I can make you.”

Hermione sighed and bowed her head to look away from the earnestness in his eyes. “I hate not being there to fight with you.”

“Should have joined the Aurors, then,” he joked, and Hermione grinned and rolled her eyes. “No, we can’t have that,” he conceded. “I’d go crazy if you were in the midst of all this.”

“Imagine how I feel now.”

“I know,” Ron agreed. “And I’m sorry.”

Hermione finally looked back up at him. “No you’re not.”

“Not really,” he said, grinning at her, before sobering up again. “But I am sorry I have to put you through it every time.”

Hermione sighed again and nodded her head. “You have to, though.”

“I have to,” he repeated.

There was a long pause before she finally released her hold on him and took a step back. “Let’s help you pack, then.”

from the four words prompts!

[royalretainer]

dont forget that while they r generations apart, they r bloodrelated too which brings upon a whole other layer of Nastee

literally the entire fuckn n*ctard*n ordeal is disgusting as FUCK. they’re related, ard*n is his fucking great great great (repeat x10000) grandfather (woo hoo pedophilia), AND ard*n consantly emotionally, mentally, and physically abusing n*ct & friends so its really DISGUSTING to see people gleefully ship it !!!!! and call ard*n a savior and a kind, gentle man!!!! they all warp him to make him super fucking ooc just to ship him with the ot4 to the point The Fuck Game Did You Play??

[i-need-to-go-like-mangogo]

What if the MC had Misophonia

This is for one of my friends @cuddlyluna13. She has this disorder. If you don’t know what this is, Misophonia basically means you can’t stand certain sounds. Like chewing, smacking, etc.

Yoosung

- At first he’s really confused

- Why do you always glare at him when he’s eating?

- Was he offending you somehow..?

- He decided to ask you one day

- ”Yoosung, I have Misophonia.”

- Yoosung.exe has stopped working

- ????

- ”What is that?”

- You had to spend 30 minutes explaining and listing off what triggers you

-Sometimes he’ll forget and start chewing his food loudly and he’ll always remember when you shoot one of your death glares

ZEN

- He’s doing it again

- He’s popping his gum again

-Man, do you hate that!

- Man, do you want to kill him!

- Now you’re just fed up with it

- You thought he would notice but NOPE

- You finally tell him and he apologizes so much that’s it’s almost as annoying as his gum chewing

-”Babe, OMG I’m so sorry” X10000

- Sometimes he’ll sneak but you always catch him

Jaehee

- As much as you love encouraging Jaehee and being by her side

-The

-Keyboard

-Drives

-You

-INSANE

-That typing just repeating in your head over and over like a broken record

- and it just

- UGH!!

- She starts to notice how you’re always just stare at the keyboard with pure hatred 

- When you’re not around she decided to look up why you do that

- When she sees you come into the room she immediately put earplugs into your ears

- “Um, thanks?’

- You’re secretly grateful

Jumin

- Jumin, I love you

- but

- STOP CLICKING THAT DAMN PEN!!!!!!

- You didn’t want to tell him that it bothered you

- but..

- He would never know unless you tell him

- and when you did

- He was actually somewhat calm about it

- Mostly because you told him there was no cure 

- Behind your back he’s funding for more research

707

- He knew already

- Hooray for background checks!

- But when you move in

- He’s just slurping that soda

- And every time he does it

- You either slap him or the soda

- Whoever you’re mad at the most

[s-o-l-i-v-a-g-a-n-t]

What's meant for you won't pass you by

[ftparkyeols]

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Di pa talaga ako ready pumasok sa friday,,, *repeat x10000 bcs malay mo magsuspend si yorme uwu*

— 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚. (@ftparkyeols) August 7, 2019