#she is 5 years old btw she is in kindergarten

[beneathsilverstars]

my kid is getting so into the warrior cats it's so cute. she gets all dismayed whenever the cats do something mean or strict, she's always like "if i was there, i would let firepaw eat something, i would catch a mouse and give it to him." or "wow, yellowfang is SO mean, if i was a cat i would hiss and scratch her!" like yes queen go off!!! you would be the nicest warrior cat in the clan!

[sohemotional]

Prompt: Can you write something for Mini!Brittana, like when they were younger. I think they are really cute. Btw I love all of your fics especially the one "5 times Brittany and Santana didn't have a baby" 🥰🥰

First of all, thank you so much, Anon. You're very sweet and it means so much to know you like my fics! I’ve been so busy that I wasn't able to write for a while but here it is, finally. I hope you like it!

First Meeting

“Hi, can I borrow your pink?”

The prettiest girl five year-old Santana had ever seen was looking up at her under her eyelashes with upturned, blue cat-like eyes that were full of innocence. She was like what Santana would imagine an angel would look and sound like. Santana had never seen eyes like that. 

“What?” 

“I lost mine. I think my cat stole it.”

Santana was confused for a long moment, staring at Brittany in stunned silence as all other thoughts left her head other than those sparkling sky blue eyes. Then she noticed that Brittany was pointing at the Tickle Me Pink crayon on her desk and felt stupid. Judging by Brittany’s drawing and the clothes she was wearing, it was clear that light pink was her favourite colour.

She knew it would be easy to be mean and snap “No!” at the meek girl or just ignore her like she would have for anyone else but she couldn’t when everything about the girl was so sweet and soft… not to mention pretty. Her body moved automatically and she handed the crayon to the girl, receiving a smile that made butterflies erupt in her stomach.

“Thanks. I’m Brittany.”

“Santana.”

Santana was confused by Brittany and too shy to approach her again even though she kept thinking about the girl, who was the first one in their class to ever talk to her.

Later that day in class she heard pitiful sniffling and then realized it was because the two meanest girls in their kindergarten class were cornering Brittany who was rubbing tears away from her cheeks. The blonde girl was just lying on the floor and looked so helpless, not even fighting back as the girls insulted her over and over again.

“You’re so stupid and weird!” Chelsea snickered and Kelsey laughed hard as Brittany looked down at the floor in shame, her lower lip wobbling.

Santana felt red hot anger. She didn’t think before she took action. She marched up to the two girls threateningly, rolling her neck and squaring her shoulders the way she saw her dad do when he was telling someone off. 

“Hey, leave her alone!” She barked at Chelsea and Kelsey who screamed when Santana shoved them so hard that they tripped and fell into wet paint. As the black-haired girl expected, they were cowards and immediately started to cry, threatening to tell the teacher what Santana had done as they looked down at their ruined clothes while the rest of the class pointed and laughed at them. Santana just smirked, standing with her hands on her hips. She felt proud as the mean girls scampered away all upset then she held out her hand to help Brittany stand up. The tall blonde girl looked at her gratefully and finally smiled.

“Thanks, Santana. Those girls are so mean.”

“I won’t let them bully you ever again.”

The black-haired girl wasn’t expecting it when Brittany leaned over and kissed her cheek, pulling back with a giggle. Santana looked at her in surprise and touched her cheek in the spot where Brittany kissed. She felt that same little spark she felt the first time they talked when their eyes met again and Brittany slipped her hand into hers, lacing their fingers together without warning as Santana fell silent but didn’t pull away. She felt warm and comforted by Brittany’s touch in a way she never had felt before around anyone else. From then on, they were inseparable.

[ginathethundergoddess]

When I was in elementary school (think kindergarten-5th grade [ages 5-11]) my school (at the time it was 3rd-5th grade, 8-11 year olds) was built right next to a nature sanctuary, in an already very rural town on the border of New Hampshire.

There was a whole week one spring where we couldn't have recess outside because there was a family of black bears just beyond the chain link fence separating us from the woods. It was the first nice week of spring after an incredibly long and snowy winter and i remember being 11 and me and my classroom friends sitting at the back windows and just. Staring at this mama black bear and her babies romping around and having a great time while we were stuck inside.

She was a beautiful bear and the teachers were all very excited to share bear facts with us.

There was another incident where a bear was just chilling in people's backyards and shit. Causing panic. Chaos.

Black bears aren't even the biggest Bear in the U.S BTW.

A BEAR ATE MY BEST HUMMINGBIRD FEEDER.

Rude.

[de-fright-ful]

Honestly, writing out Amity’s backstory really comes down to ‘Rhiannon is the absolute worst at every turn,’ and ‘The fact Illumise didn’t beat the shit out of her is singlehandedly enough to make her qualify for Saint status,’

There’s this one incident I think FULLY gets that.

For context, after Amity and the family moved to The Estate (because Rhiannon was cheating and was pregnant with another man’s child, Kija knew but wanted to keep and claim the child for his pride but didn’t want her still around that guy, hence going to the middle of nowhere.) Amity wasn’t doing too good because her older siblings (11 & 10) blamed her for the move (Rhiannon never did anything to try and correct that btw, Kija did, but Amity was a daddy’s girl (because she was rejected by her siblings) so his efforts to get them to cut it out were GASOLINE)

Amity, then between 5 and 6 years old, was just starting kindergarten and fully speaking. She was already starting to be emotionally pushed back inside herself, and all that big, goofy personality was just fading into this furtive ghost of a girl.

& Illumise, who met her at 2 and started living nearby at 4 when the family first moved into the estate, had a front-row seat watching her literally shrink away within herself in real time. It was hard to witness, especially for the ‘have problems? Fix it. Do better’ sort of person Illumise is.

BUT THEN CUT TO A SHORT TIME AFTER AMITY’S 7TH BIRTHDAY, her grandfather on Kija’s side, Chikao, who they lived alongside, had died, and per regional tradition, the helper Pokemon of his house were meant to go his descendants. Kija wanted none of them; his dad had just died, and I couldn’t blame him for not being able to face that. So, instead, he passed the buck along to his other kids. But the older 3, had specific ideas about the distribution. Each of the eldest got one, but the 3rd child was one of a set of twins (her sister had literally died the year before Amity was born), and she felt she deserved two of Chikao’s Pokémon for her AND her lost sister, and the others backed her up on it.

But in doing that, there was none left for Amity, and it was obvious to EVERYONE how much it hurt her. I mean, really, her siblings would instead give a Pokémon to a ghost than they would let her have one. OUCH.

Kija wasn’t going to get involved, he was emotionally absent at that moment, and Rhiannon really couldn’t give less of a damn; she just didn’t care to rock the boat and have to parent the other three because that would require having to tackle hard questions with her kids. (I.E., if Amity isn’t the scapegoat, who should be? Hint, it’s you, Rhiannon!)

But Illumise? It broke her heart into hundreds of pieces. She decided, ‘Fine, fuck it, we’ll do it live,’ and one afternoon, she offered to babysit Amity and Mira so she could give her own gift. She went on about her and Chikao’s childhood, her history, and the battles until finally, she got to the point: she’d bred her Flygon several times, and she still has some of the Trapinch that resulted. Illumise wanted to gift Amity her own and raise it, so when Mira got to her age, Amity could teach her how to care for the gift she’d get from Illumise, too.

And Amity, again, 7 YEARS OLD, IN A WORLD WHERE THE BOND OF FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN POKÉMON AND MEN IS SO COMMONPLACE AND SOUGHT AFTER AND UNDERSTOOD, was AFRAID, Illumise saw it completely on her face, she was petrified and politely refused— but Illumise knew, she wasn’t afraid of the Pokémon. Amity’d been to her home many times and loved playing with them. What she was terrified of was her SIBLINGS; she knew the inheritance Pokemon incident was to prevent her from having one, period. It didn’t matter who took what and who died. Amity, AT 7, refused because she feared what would happen if they were overruled.

The fact that Illumise didn’t go apeshit and demand custody of her after that shows her intense restraint of character.

[cyncerity]

Dnf me up

YOUVE GIVEN ME AN EXCUSE TO RAMBLE ABOUT SIZESHIFTER!SAPNAP AU LORE >:D

(btw i’ve been tagging it as #store shifter au too cause that fits what i have planned better and is also easier to type lmao)

This is what happens when i make an au. I make it for like 3 characters and then add like 10 more and then give them all way to much lore. Anyway, hope you enjoy this!

When Dream was little and him and his mom and brother had first moved to his current home, he found this little guy hurt under his porch. He looked about the same age as Dream (around 4), and Dream had just moved and didn’t have many friends, so he was really excited! However, the little guy seemed really upset when Dream said he was gonna take him to his mom for help, so he decided to just patch him up by himself instead.

The little guy never introduced himself by name, but did say that he was about 5 years old, and lived nearby in the forest. He had gotten separated from his brother and sister when a wild cat attacked him and he led it away from his family. Apparently, Dream going outside had scared the cat off, but he did get batted around by it for a while, which led to a lot of scratches and some blood loss.

Anyway, fast forward, the little guy (who Dream has taken to calling “Gogy” cause of a strange pit of handmade goggles the tiny made) is fully healed and goes home to let his siblings know he’s ok. Dream is sad to lose his friend, but is beyond happy when Gogy comes back the next day. He makes up some excuse about wanting to get stuff for his family the easy way, but Dream can tell just how happy Gogy is to see him.

Over the years, the two become best friends. They tell each other everything, though Dream still doesn’t know his name, he’s been calling him Gogy too long to care about an actual name anymore. Dream tells him about how it was his little brothers first day of kindergarten, and his mom opened a store in the area, and how someday he wanted to own it himself to make his mom proud. Gogy tells Dream about his little sister learning how to climb and sew and cook, and how his brother met these two other boy their age who come around a lot, and how him and his sister have bets about which one of them is gonna ask their brother out first. Everything is perfect.

Until Gogy disappears.

Dream is 7 when it happens. He waited for Gogy at their usual meeting place and he just…didn’t show up. Maybe he forgot. Dream waits longer. He kept waiting and waiting till it was night and he couldn’t keep his eyes awake any longer. He falls asleep at a window, open just enough for his friend to get through, and wakes up to being just as alone as he had been the previous night. Gogy never showed up. And he never showed up again.

Dream begrudgingly moves on. He misses Gogy, and, initially, he’s all Dream can think about. He’s his best friend. Even if he’s gained some new friends in the time he’s lived here, no one will ever replace his Gogy. He feels more towards Gogy than anyone else. He can’t describe what exactly sets apart his relationship with Gogy to the relationship he has with his other friends, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters now is that Gogy is gone and he doesn’t know why. Is he ok? Did Dream do something? What happened?

After a few weeks of feeling awful and tired and sad without his friend, he opens up to his mom. He tells her how much he misses him. He cries to her that he misses his best friend, and his mom comforts him in the best way she can. She tells him that sometimes, when kids are lonely, they make their own friends. But now that Dream had friends in school, he didn’t need to make up new ones. He refuses to listen to what she says. Gogy was real, he had to be. Dream held him in his hands, changed the layout of his room time and time again to better accommodate the little guy, he knew that it was all real, it had to have been…

…right?

***

Dream, now 22 years old, barely remembers Gogy. After all, he was just the imaginary tiny person created by the mind of a lonely and very imaginative child, and that’s it. Dream doesn’t have much time to spare to think back to his childhood with the little person he talked to every night anyway. He has friends, he has family, hell, he even has a boyfriend now.

His boyfriend, George, makes him happier than anyone he’s ever met, even if he’s never met him in person. The second he met him, from the first words he ever spoke to him, there was a chord of something he hadn’t felt in a long time, a sort of passion that he couldn’t describe. He didn’t even know when the last time he’d felt it was, but he knew the feeling.

He’d known he was in love with him immediately. And, apparently, George had, too, as they started officially dating only a month after they had met. Love at first sight, or something. Or, rather, love at first sound, considering he’d never clearly seen George’s face. But, George hadn’t clearly seen his either, so it was fine. Neither of them minded too much. So they traded gifts back and forth. Sent each other things to remind them of each other, Dreams favorite being the little necklaces they wore. Dream wore a shiny silver and blue mushroom pendant, while George wore a shiny green sword pendant, both of which were strung onto blue and green braids that George had tied himself. Apparently, the braids were a tradition in his family or something, and it was really important to him that Dream wear it, and who was he to let his boyfriend down.

[running-with-kn1ves]

A nerdy shy yandere who’s been in love with his s/o for so long but she never noticed. He overhears her talking about her ideal type and he tries to change his appearance and personality to fit that ideal type of his s/o. He confesses to his s/o but the s/o doesn’t feel the same way and he just goes MAD.

Ooh!! I love our good ol shy possessive freaks! (BTW still working on many notes/spooktober stuff so dont think I don't see yall!!)

TW: obsessive/possessive behaviors, dark themes, violence, stabbing, knives, confession gone wrong

The boy in front of you twiddled with his hair, the newly dyed strands flickering back and forth. He shuffled as you nervously waited for him to speak. The young man had hardly held a conversation with you besides a distracted 'hello', which is why you were confused as to why he still stood there. He looked familiar and yet different-- you didn’t know how to pinpoint it but.. Something was off. The eyes which you swore were brown are now aquamarine, and his hair has shifted from a dark gradient to bright, platinum blonde.

He certainly… stood out. You couldn’t help but find a new thing to look at him for as he was decorated in attire that was clearly new. The leather jacket and biker gloves didn’t fit, showing as he fiddled with his hands.

“I know you probably don’t remember me but.. I’m Oct..Octavier from your, your…”

“Oh my--Octavier? From kindergarten?” You widened your eyes in disbelief, finally pinpointing who he was. You admired how different he looked compared to when you last saw him. Had he gotten contacts? You remember the huge round glasses he wore as a child, which made his eyes bug out. Not only that, but his whole style and skin tone had shifted as well-- the fake tan was a clear new addition compared to his 5 year old self that you fondly remember.

“I can’t believe it’s you!” You ran around the counter and grabbed his hands, the surprise and excitement overwhelming you. Octavier yelped, nearly tripping at your grab.

“Y.. Yeah that’s me. I can’t believe you remember me..” Octavier bashfully looked away, staring at the floor as you jumped up and down.

“Holy crud it’s been forever!! How are you? How have you been? What are you even doing here?!”

You gave him a tight hug, nostalgia hitting you like a wave.

“Um.. I've been alright.. Actually I came here.. To see you.” Octavier looked back and forth from your eyes to your open collar. He pushed back strands of hair behind his ear.

You looked him up and down, giving a gasp of surprise as you saw his entire outfit. The edgy and punk bad-boy look was so unfamiliar on him. The tight leather jeans and swollen piercings caught your eye immediately, along with the bouquet of flowers. Octavier fidgeted with his earring, shuffling his feet while looking for the words to say.

“Me? Was the get-up specifically to see me or is this a new style you’re trying out?” You laughed, adjusting the collar from his jacket to look more fitting. “This is definitely different from the jumpers and balloon pants that I remember.”

“That’s because I was a little, a little kid!” Octavier fumbled over his words, growing embarrassed at the few lasting customers watching the exchange. “And I… I’m different now, I’ve grown.” The male puffed out his chest, looking at you with determination.

You just laughed, pulling him aside to chat at a nearby table. Octavier set the bouquet of flowers down next to him, trying but failing to make them unnoticeable.

Taking another long look at his clothing choice again, you reminisced about a conversation from the other day. It was something minuscule, a funny exchange between you and your friend. It was about your ideal type, “the guy of your dreams” your friend teased. You couldn’t help but make some distinctions with how Octavier looked compared to your ‘ideal type.’ But when you saw him… you couldn’t imagine your long lost friend fitting it at all. He looked far too much like a lost puppy to ever pull off the handsome devil stereotype.

Bright lights of passing cars flashed against you and Octavier. The night had been winding down, and you would have never expected to see him at this time of day, at your work. Restaurants and their bustling atmospheres usually didn’t attract quiet guys like Octavier. Then again, the so-called 'lively air’ was pretty much gone as the eatery was closing. Your co-workers had already left, leaving you to close shop. The last remaining customer walked out the door just as Octavier sat down with you.

“So you’re different now huh? You look like the same nerd I remember.” You ruffled his hair playfully, enjoying the way he squirmed and blushed under your touch.

“Stop it…” Octavier mumbled. From his grip on the table cloth, he appeared to enjoy it more than you expected.

“So what did you come to visit lil old me for! I thought you got into that tech college? Your family posts everything about you online, by the way.” You smirked, watching his eyes go wide. It was true; any and every achievement that defied his ‘quiet loner’ stereotype, would be broadcasted for the world to see. You kinda felt bad for him to tell the truth; his family’s love was based on success.

“Anyway anyway, what are you here for? Anything I can do…?”

You squeezed his hand, glad to be in the presence of your old childhood friend. His demeanor and cuteness didn’t seem to have changed a bit.

“Well.. I just, I have something I have to say to you.” Octavier bit his lip, letting go of your hand to wipe the sweat from his palms onto the jacket. It didn’t take long for him to reach for your hand once more.

“Okay… go ahead.”

“I..” You sat patiently, interested and confused onto your old friend’s growing nervousness. “I..lo..I love you! I’ve always loved you!”

He shouted quickly, wincing and gripping harder onto your hand. Shoving the flowers in your face, Octavier didn't dare look up. You had no idea how to respond.

“You… huh?”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve felt this way for so long-- you love me too don’t you?”

Octavier stared at you with desperation, digging his painted nails into your arm. “You do, right? I’ve loved you since we were kids! Please--”

His breath sped up, fear and anxiety growing at your bewildered expression.

“Tavi, I..” You tended up, looking down at the table and patting his hand. Octavier softened at the nickname, but only for a moment.

“Don’t call me that.” He gripped your hand even more, head hanging low. Setting down the flowers on the table, he looked dejected.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not that person now, I’m different. Can’t you see it--I’ve become perfect for you. I’m not that loser anymore!” He moved to sit in the booth next to you, not letting go of your wrists while changing seats.

“Octavier, I’m sorry but..” You caressed his face, unable to stop yourself from the childish habits you did years ago. “I can’t… I don’t feel the same way.”

Octavier’s eyes crinkled as he looked down, going limp on holding your hand. You spoke to him with a gentle tone, afraid of breaking the poor man. “But-- I still love you, just not... In that way.”

The male mumbled something under his breath, shaking his head. “No.. No this isn’t right… You love me..”

“You understand, don't you Tavi? I love you but we could never be together like that. You’re just not my type, you’re like family to me.”

Octavier laughed with an unhinged grin, pushing his hair back with a shaky hand.

“Not your type… not your type? I did this to be your type! Look at me!” Grabbing your face Octavier forced you to look up at him instead of your intertwined hands. You stared back, still not used to the new version of him.

“See everything I did, everything I changed just for you! Is it still not enough?” Octavier’s voice cracked, face twisting. He looked as if he was about to cry. “Everything I've done… what do you want me to do..?”

“Octavier…” You sighed, taking him into your arms. “Don’t cry… this really isn’t the end of the world, I’m sure it’s just a small crush, you didn’t need to change yourself…”

The blond shook in your arms, mumbling against your chest. You were grateful that the restaurant was closed now; no need to have people creeping in on your emotionally distressing situation.

“But it’s not… I had to. This is what you wanted… this is your type..”

“What are you even talking about?” Rubbing his back you watched him look up at you from your lap.

“You said it, you said you liked guys like this. The ones who dressed fancy with blond hair and tan skin….” Octavier sniffled, rubbing his nose with his arm.

“When… Did you hear me say that? I haven't even held a conversation with you long enough to tell you that for years...” You grew concerned, unsure of how the hell he would have found that out.

Octavier grinned, his dimples showing through the genuine smile. “I might have… overheard. I overhear a lot of things, you know. It hasn't been as long as...as you think it has.” He grabbed your collar, buttoning up the loose clasps which had been bothering him since he saw you. “I’ve been listening a lot recently.. I just can’t help myself when I see you. It’s so hard to, to stay away.”

Licking his lips, Octavior brought his attention back to you.

“When did you overhear that?” You asked with a stern tone.

“It doesn’t matter.” He responded in an equally strong voice. “I.. we have more important things to talk about anyway… like about your love for me.”

“Tavi-”

“No.” He interrupted you, watching as you rolled your eyes. “I know you love me. I know you feel it too. I’ve worked so hard... I’ve done so much for you!”

Octavier gripped your shirt harder, bringing your face close to his. You put your hands on his shoulders for support, trying to make space between the two of you.

“No Octavier! I don’t! Stop this, you’re getting ridiculous.”

He breathed heavily, climbing over you as he forced you against the booth seat. “Say it. Say it back. Say it back. Say it back. Say it back! Say you love me!"

You grunted, trying to push him off of you, to no avail. “Tell me you love me! I’ve done this all for you!”

Your efforts on trying to take him down were short lived, as Octavier grabbed a pre-set steak knife from the table.

“Tell me.” He whispered; you saw the deranged, scary look in his eyes. Clenching your teeth, you fruitlessly tried once more to shove his face away.

"Get off of me!"

"TELL ME!" He screamed at you, pressing the knife deeper against your throat. The sharp stinging dug into your flesh, making you hiss with pain.

Tears welled up in your eyes, Octavier's insane expression becoming blurry. You weren't so grateful for the solitude with him after all.

"Just answer me… tell me the truth.." Octavier's tears surfaced again, his shaky hand causing the knife to make more red marks on your skin.

"I told you-- I will never love you! Get off, psycho!"

The constant yelling and struggle didn't seem to phase your childhood friend at all. Instead, he removed the knife from your neck, and buried his head against your shoulder. You continued to wrestle with his unwavering body, nearly falling underneath the table. He didn't let go of your dirty work clothes, but pressed the knife against your abdomen.

You stopped struggling at that, the edge of the blade sticking through your shirt. Even as you quit kicking him, you tried pulling at his hair, hoping he'd let go of the knife. But he didn't.

Contrarily, he looked up at you. Red, tearstained skin made him look even more crazy. Black eyeliner had smudged from his eyes across his face. You stopped moving, hoping this meant he would get off.

"If I can't have you... " Raising the knife, Octavier aimed it above your stomach. "No one can."

Octavier screamed; hot, wet tears falling from his face onto yours. The blade plunged into your chest without hesitation.

[kaisooficrec]

Hi beautiful admins can you please recommend more hurt/comfort fics 🥺🥺 Thank you and have a nice day ❤

@piciwai hi and thank you cuties!! yesss empathy is still on repeat she's indeed aoty like - look at those nominations 🥰 btw we've got a bunch of great hurt/comfort and some insecure fics fit in this well~

hurt comfort:

Christmas Day - kyungsoo's having not so happy christmas family visit and jongin cheers him up

Revenge served sweet - they broke up and and deal with it much difficulty

Wild Rose - kyungsoo who's raised in a very religious family falls for his best friend jongin. jongin is such a soft caring bebe here and i feel for kyungsoo's inner conflict omg

Vinyl Hearts (For the Record). - time travel au! jongin is a music producer in cali but time travels to korea and a hundred years back to meet kyungsoo

Sharing is Caring - kindergarten teacher jongin (swoons!) adores his pupils very much and 5-year old sehun's dad as well :))) so cute!! amorkaisoo-nim come through!

Hello Stranger - hurt/comfort more like fluffy comfort!! wedding singer jongin befriends hotel housekeeper kyungsoo. hit's so soft and wholesome honestly, i like how it blooms into a friendship in a natural and easy pace. and we demand more singer jongin au pls

Promise You Still Love Me - non au, their relationship is threatened to be exposed so kai has to date jennie

Memories of You - is this the obsession au we deserve? absolutely!! ft. x-exo and exo members but dw still kaisoo-centric :) amorkaisoo ily

Dancing With Your Ghost - break up make up, they broke up but patch things up before kyungsoo enlists

The Last Time - graduation, break up make up, high school sweethearts with painful twist but a happy end :)

Loved and Found - kyungsoo stutters when he's anxious but jongin finds him cute. and ksoo has soo many pets :)

falling is never easy - neighbours au. kyungsoo notices his neighbours has some minor cuts and bruises and helps to tend to them and questions how jongin gets these injuries

Days In the Sun - jongin wants to have a meaningful life and not deal with the town and his family while kyungsoo lost his parents at a young age and had to grow up with people calling him a monster and now i want to cry :’(

I See You - soo loses his parents in an accident but survives; in another realm he meets a soul who accompanies him and guides him which is jongin (happy ending!)

with insecure soo and protective jongin / taking care of him

Visiting Jongdae - we've got some non au here :))) kaisoo go visit jongdae and his family .-----

Croquembouche - domestic fluff with kid!chanbaek. this fic shows kaisoo’s journey from childhood friends to husbands and parents to chanyeol, whose little friend baekhyun starts to worry a protective jongin

when a tree falls - army veteran kyungsoo suffers from ptsd and decides to get help

Hold me in your arms - married kaisoo! a tiring day at work has kyungsoo counting down the minutes until he gets to see jongin, his husband and safe haven, again

remember the beautiful us - non au! just a typical day in the life of jongin and kyungsoo, which somethings can get hard

I Think It's Love - non-au with pre-debut kaisoo. tho it’s tagged with light angst, worry not!! this will give you a warm feeling

Melting - pregnant kyungsoo is just craving some ice cream when a tired jongin says something really hurtful to him. tw: rape mention

Safe - sad, also sweet. kyungsoo is afraid of losing jongin, who reassures him that nothing bad will happen to him

Kintsugi - after an accident, kyungsoo was left with multiple physical and emotional scars

I'll Follow You Till You Love Me: A Guide By Kim Jongin - jongin befriends his new roommate, cat hybrid soo who is a bit reserved and guarded

give you all of the stars - because of low self-esteem, it’s hard for kyungsoo to understand why jongin loves him

Warm Me Better - family au. adoption, also mentioned mpreg. kyungsoo has a great family and he's happy but also insecure he can't give jongin their own children

A Storm is Brewing - barista jongin helps kyungsoo, who is afraid of thunder, get through a stormy night

Stitch My Heart (And Kiss It Better) - zombie!soo has insecurities and thinks he's not worthy of beautiful vampire!jongin

Blossom Out - Kyungsoo is a maintenance man, and he has a crush on a cute uni student!jongin but instead first talks to him via notes due to his anxiety

Snapshots - soo likes dressing in feminine clothes but get insecure and misunderstood but his very suppportive jongin proves him wrong

while we're at it, here's also insecure jongin / protective caring ksoo :

Itsy Bitsy Vampy - supernatural/halloween au this one is so cute omg. kid au also, smol jonginnie dresses up as a vampire (he is a vampire too!) and is a bit upset he's made fun of. it's also so fluffy!!!

No tomorrow - titanic au/historical, ballerino/model jongin, commoner kyungsoo. jongin wants to start off modelling in nyc and escaping from his manipulative manager and ends up in the arms (literally) of cabin boy kyungsoo

By Your Side - non au, jongin can't help but be upset he made a tiny mistake on stage but kyungsoo comforts him well :')

you're doing great (i mean it) - jongin is busy with his solo, photoshoots and super m activities and is tired and stressed out but kyungsoo got his back (even if he's in the military!) lovee ittt

Here, With Me - jongin suffers from ptsd but kyungsoo is with him to shelter jongin from his nightmares. also mpreg

more great hurt comfort fics we've listed! (or just click on 'r:hurt comfort') we hope you'll enjoy these :)

- Admin J & Admin Mimi

[freedom-barricades-bighero16]

I started this months ago, and it's finally done!

This is how Cobra and Momakase first met about two to three decades before the series' events in my head, when they were both 5 years old. Little Cobra found Momakase funny for wearing a yellow hat (for kindergarten kids) on her first day of school and right after school finished, she took the kid with her to meet her dads and play with her snakes.

I will introduce Cobra's dads later in another post, BTW :)

[pauleonotis]

🌺💘🌷 Get to know your mutuals! When you get this, it means someone wants to know more about you, so list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know! They can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing. When you’re done, send this to 10 people you want to get to know better!🌷💘🌺 (if you want to! -aceveria)

Okay OMG I‘m so sorry I totally forgot about this @drarryruinedme7 :‘0 since I got it two times now I‘ll try to list 10 things I guess xD

Thank you both btw!!! ;-;💗💗💗

⠀

1. I love baking but when I decorate whatever I made I can get really impatient which I don’t understand because I can spend hours or days drawing something.

2. I started my account when I‘ve only seen the HP movies and everything I posted in the beginning was based off them. Which is why I find some old posts really embarrassing whenever I see them appearing somewhere again XD

3. I‘ve had 12 surgery’s. Tho 9 of them were really small ones because of those tubes you get out into the ears? They sometimes fell out (pls don’t ask me I have no idea how) or I got an inflammation and I had a lot of problems hearing or I was in pain a lot BUT everything’s fine now and I hear perfectly fine even without them.

Btw little me was so afraid of the anesthesia because I sometimes saw other kids going in and then they were carried out (or were laying in that hospital bed that you can wheel around? Idk) and of course they were sleeping but I thought they’re dead and Ima get killed there so I cried and panicked every time—

4. My teacher made the best potato salad I‘ve ever had BUT I didn’t like her because she hated me (she really did, she sometimes embarrassed me in front of the class and didn’t do anything when she saw me getting bullied but that’s a whole different story)

anyway and because I didn’t like her I didn’t want to compliment her cooking so I never asked for the recipe and I kinda regret not doing that because damn it tasted SOOooo GOOD ;-;

5. I rarely wear make up but I have a whole shelf full of pallets and brushes and powders and whatsoever. The thing is I really wanted to create some amazing makeup looks but... I‘m incredibly bad at it. xD

6. I loooove sending letters with some little gifts in it ;-; (such as stickers, cards or washi tape samples lmao)

7. Errrr okay so this is really really weird but I‘ve had that idea for quite a while actually. I kinda wanna prepare/edit a picture which looks like these old family photos- of me and then edit Draco in and then I wanna print it in a copy shop in a XXL size, then I wanna frame it and put it on my wall LMAO. Tho I maybe should wait until I live on my own or otherwise I‘d have a lot of explaining to do and... yeah no I don’t have an explanation for this...

8. I got lost in the zoo once! It was an excursion with my kindergarten and I remember watching the penguins and I was so fascinated by them that I just didn’t realized my group was about to go to the petting zoo area (? whatever it’s called), anyway 3-4 year old me got scared but then I saw someone working there and told her I‘m from a kindergarten and got lost and then she brought me to the entrance where I waited in a little cabin next to the cashier and there was an announcement lmaooo and then my preschool teacher came and picked me up xD

9. I love traveling and my best friend and I actually planned to travel this year (which would be the first time we both do it alone lmao) but given the current situation we had to cancel our plans ;-;‘

10. I just noticed that there‘s a big bug flying around in my room rn and my cat isn’t doing anythinggg omgggg whyyyyy

[szopenhauer]

If money was no object, would you change your wardrobe? I would add to my wardrobe more than change

How do you/did you get to school? walk, then by bus

Have you ever been in trouble for something you honestly didn’t do? yep

Is the idea of having a secret admirer creepy or romantic? creepy

What was the last song you sung out loud? https://youtu.be/wycjnCCgUes

Were you excited to learn to drive, or scared? worried that I’ll waste my money

When was the last time you felt incredibly tired? today

In your opinion, who doesn’t deserve to be famous? many people

Was it hard for you to get up this morning? not really

When was the last time you colored with crayons or colored pencils? few months ago

Do you feel comfortable talking about your disorders, if you have them? depends

Where did you go on your last field trip? not sure which was last

Do you think you make a good first impression? no

Do other people’s first impressions stick with you? might

Have you ever had to give up on someone? sure

Would you rather break up with someone, or them break up with you? them break up with me (not my decision) but usually it’s the other way around

Do you think it’s okay to like a cover more than an original? umm...

Are you calm in emergency situations? depends

Who are you most attached to? my dad

What do you depend on other people for? money mostly :(

What goes through your mind when someone breaks up with you? depends

Do you match your shoes with your outfit? sometimes, it’s not that I have enough shoes to do that lol

Do you feel more comfortable with a male or female doctor/nurse? female 

What was the last thing you bragged about? not sure what was last

What’s the ugliest thing on your wall? umm...

Who’s your favorite philosopher? Schopenhauer because of all the memes

Do you think Freud was out of his mind? well I prefer Jung

Einstein? he was cool

Who’s your favorite painter/artist? I like many 

What day is it? Friday

Are you wearing anything blue?  nah

Do you know anyone named Graham? just bread :P

Are you sitting next to anyone? not currently

Do you dislike the last person you Facebook messaged? nope

Who’s the quietest of all your friends? K. always was 

Are you home alone right now? If so, where are the people you live with? my mom’s home, my dad is at work

Are you a chocoholic? noooo

Is there a song that reminds you of the person you love/like? Do you listen to that song often? one of them is t.a.t.u. - All the things she said

Do you listen to music while you fill out surveys? sometimes

In the past week, what song have you listened to the most often? not sure

While playing video games, do you prefer being first or second player? second 

How many people do you depend on? not many

How many people do you think depend on you? they could live without me

What is the worst color combination? brown and black?

Have you ever injured yourself walking around in the dark? yeah

What’s so scary about clowns, anyway? nothing to me and it’s annoying that they’re part of so many horrors

When was the last time you acted like someone you’re not? sigh...

How many hats do you own/wear? shitload

Do you ever receive comments on your weight? ppl are jealous of my weight so basically my illness :(

Is there anything that you do just to make other people happy? of course

What was the last thing that you wrote down [with a pen/pencil]? not sure what was last

Has anyone told you that you have a nice smile? my gf only

Are you uncomfortable with being photographed? yup

Do you like playing tic-tac-toe? I always win What about hangman? I played it couple of times Are you dangerously in love with someone? woah 

Are you cute or sexy? cute Is English your 1st language? it’s not Did you ever perform in front of your entire school? elementary - more than once Did your older sibling ever tell you freaky stories that you believed? one time she told me that school was flooded and there were fish and frogs and then I said that to my mom and she called me a liar and got mad even tho I explained to her it was my sister’s idea :(  Are you single and proud? you can be single and proud as well as be happy in a relationship too, I am in one now  Are you more happy when you’re with people or alone? 90% of time alone What do you think about guys shaving their legs? that’s their life Do you wear lipstick? nah Name something you lost or gave away that can never be replaced. I don’t wanna talk about it

What music album would be used for a movie about your life? soundtrack to my life would have to be a mix of songs from different bands/vocalists

Who was your first crush and what made them special? she was just adorable with her clumsiness and her perfect body and that face and voice and she was just a pretty cool friend to me and I wanted to take care of her so badly, she was the very first girl I ever had a crush on irl if not in general but she was hetero and she changed a lot (not in a good way in my opinion) Write about your first kiss. Was it everything you wished or hoped it would be? I... I never imagined my first kiss before it happened?...

Write about something you now know that you wish you knew earlier in life. How could this knowledge have helped you? blergh

Name one thing you feel brings out the good in people. there’s no such thing, it’s all about the person  If you invented a device that could fix one problem you are facing right now, would you use it? What problem would you like to solve? absolutely, my health issues Name something you found; what was it and where did you find it? I’ve found shitload of stuff but one thing was the most odd and that’s a taxidermy ferret shawl someone left on a bus stop - at first we thought with dad it must be alive but we came closer and realized someone lost their piece of cloth and we took it  Describe the longest amount of time you have ever been away from home. almost a month, I was in hospital Name a celebrity or famous person you wish would take you out on a date. - Have you ever seen a ghost? it seems, it was not just white but a little bluish, no legs and weird face - shaped like in a clay, mostly transparent, slightly glowing, it was in open doors of my room, I woke up with a weird feeling that someone’s watching me and I got really scared so I hidden under a blanket and didn’t look there again until morning, I was trying to convince myself it’s just a shirt that was hanged in the hall but mom said there wasn’t anything like that there at night, now I wish I could see that again hoping I would try to do something more brave about it, I kinda worry I was rude towards them whoever it was 

*btw my grandma said that after death some chemicals leave the body and fly like a fog through the cemetery if casket and grave aren’t blocking it too much Describe your note-taking style and habits. everywhere and usually not in line, can be even upside down, just random, different size, clue words etc. Do you believe that we are all here for a reason? What might the reason be? suffering to deserve heaven? Have you ever done something just to feel the danger, or to feel alive? I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that's real What are all your thoughts on god? overthinking... What did you learn today?  for example - that explaining things to people make me realize more than just thinking about something What 5 traits do people first notice when they meet you for the first time? ask them Have you ever carved your name or initials into a tree or stone? poor tree :( In what ways have you traveled? car, bus, train, bike, even a little bit by ship What historical events happened the year you were born? nothing interesting

Do you watch really old tv shows or movies from the 1970’s or earlier? sure

What would you do if you saw a complete stranger dealing drugs in public? nothing If you don’t have to be up by a certain time, do you like to sleep in as late as possible? no longer than 11 am What are you wearing at the moment? Is it for any particular reason? pajama because it’s past midnight and I should be asleep but I have to finally finish this survey then dry my hair and drink some water first Are either one of your parents retired?  my mom is and my dad will be soon Do you buy a lot of DVD’s, or do you tend to just watch everything online for free? watch online, I have no money for buying movies that I’ll watch less than 3 times Does everyone in your household own their own computer? nope

Are you a good gift giver? I try my best and been told that I am despite not being rich 

Do you know what XOXO stands for? hugs and kisses

What’s the first person who comes to your mind when you hear the word blue? me

Have you seen any of the Harry Potter movies? first ones

Do you like your significate others siblings? I don’t know her brother

Have you ever recieved a singing birthday card? omg I loved those and I wish I got one :(

Do you remember who your kindergarten/pre-school teacher was? I liked her so much I’ve been sending her cards on holidays years after

Were you ever a girl scout or a boy scout? never

Do you own anything made of lace? hmm...

How many people do you share a name with? I don’t know anyone with my name

Imagine your dream home, does it have a fence around it? if it’s not an apartment then of course it does, highest possible and thick as I don’t want to see or be seen by my neighbors

Do you own any yellow shoes? yep

Can you type fast? very

In school were you bullied? I was

Are you sarcastic? yeah

Do you read the newspaper? nah

If you died today where do you think you’d go? hell :(

Have you ever been to therapy? few times, didn’t help

Do you use online dating? did

Did you miss alot of school? I was sick often

What was the last thing you got falsely accused of? not sure what was last

What was the last thing you ordered online? shirt, I’m waiting for the package now

Have you ever been kicked out of a store? no :o

Do you feel like you accomplished anything today? hmm...

What is/was your favorite teen magazine? trzynastka or however this shit was called

Would other people describe you as creative? I guess

What color are your slippers? grey and white

Are you haunted by memories of stupid things you’ve said and done? constantly

Did you like high school or college better? didn’t go to college

Who was your favorite Olsen twin? I didn’t have a favorite 

Do you ever listen to Celtic music? used to, with John

Do you know a lot of rich and spoiled and selfish people? had classmates like this and neighbors too

Do you enjoy mornings? rarely, not really

Have you ever feared going to jail or thought about what it would be like? thought

Did you know that the zodiac signs (the regular ones) are Greek? ok

Have you ever learned about Greek mythology in school? didn’t like it

Do you stay up late? as you can see

what do you hear right now? nothing

what is one thing in your life you feel truly guilty for? personal

have you ever been slapped in the face? I’ve been slapped without any reason, I was bullied

how about punched? hit with a ball only and my head was hit with a bottle too once

have you ever come up with a memorable quote yourself? I’ve been quoted 

what do you think about masturbation? personal

What color did you first ever dye your hair?: either red or black

What’s the color of the bath towel you use most often?: green

Ever eaten a piece of dog or cat food out of curiosity?: ewww, nooo

Can you name one song by Prince?: Purple rain for example

Would you rather paint or make pottery?: paint

Are you currently taking this survey before or after 9pm?: after, I started over 5 hours ago...

Is the sun shining bright outside right now?: it’s the middle of the night!

Would you rather watch a horror movie or a romantic comedy?: romantic comedy ^^”

[fynctsbuuuts]

The Emperor’s Missing Piece-1-

Pairing: SingleMafiaFather!Taeyong X Teacher!Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut(in future chapters)

Disclaimer: I do not own Taeyong or any member I write for. I only own the writing. The descriptions that i am portraying them to be are not accurate at all. Everything I write is fiction and none realistic, please dont take anything to heart.

A/N: I posted this long ago but it got deleted somehow?? So I’m just reposting it with a few fixes. Btw I might post a arranged marriage series with jaehyun but Idk m8

"Hey, sweetie" The soft voice of the beautiful, petite women sounded throughout the whole study. Her voice bouncing of the walls as she stood leaning against the door. A small smile on her lips as she watch the sight of her husband concentrate on his work. Papers scattered everywhere, all types of weapons hanging from each corner of the large study. She shook her head, still smiling softly as she walked over to the stressed male.

She ran her delicate fingers over his hair, making him shudder at the contact. "You need sleep" She whispered against his ear. Her hot breath tickled down his spine, making him close his eyes in pure bliss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning down just a bit so she was on his level. He gently put his hands on top of hers, looking up at her beautiful dark eyes. They held so much love, so much passion. Something he thought-he knew, he didn't deserve.

His heart melted once her lips made contact with his Jawline. He was completely under her spell, and he wouldn't have it any other way. She knew the effect she had on him, so she took it as advantage and lift him up from his seat, and into the bedroom where they could rest. He hated how vulnerable he was whenever she was around, but he couldn't help but feel weak and defeated under her touch.

"What are you doing" He chuckled as he noticed that he was being dragged to their large bedroom. "You need sleep, my love" She wrapped her ams around his neck once again, coming to her tippy toes to at least kiss his well defined jaw. He smiled lovingly at her. He opened his mouth, about to say something, but the look of terror and pain in her eyes made him shut up immediately.

He slowly turned around, following her direction of where her eyes were fixed on. His eyes winded in shock, a sight that he never thought he'd see. he felt an unbelievable pain in his chest, something he'd never felt before. A masked man stood at the door, holding their new born child by the head. Squishing it as if it was some kind of pudding. That indicated the death of their second child. Before Taeyong could fully react, he was pinned down by two other masked men that came running into the room. His wife willingly fell to her knees, grasping whatever was at her reach. All he could do was scream in agony. He was too weak to react to anything. All he could do was struggle, struggle against the men pinning him down to the burgundy colored rug. Everything felt numb, he could barely her the screams of terror from his wife, he couldn’t here a thing. Everything was blurry.

He watched as the male threw the baby toward Seolhyun, as if it was a doll. He watched as she scrambled to her knees, reaching out for the lifeless baby. She cried, cried so violently as she cuddled the ever so tiny, lifeless body into her chest. Tears streaming down Taeyong's eyes, feeling such a heartache. Soon after, he felt an unimaginable pain on the back of his head. Last thing he saw and heard was a gun shot, and his beautiful family drowning in a pool of blood.

“Take this as a warning”

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Taeyong bolted out of his bed, sweat covering his body as he gripped at his chest, closing his eyes, hoping his heart would calm down. He gripped his head, trying to ease the headache he had. "Daddy, are you okay?" The soft voice of his precious daughter sounded throughout the dark room. The somehow, the sound of her beautiful, sweet voice made his headache ease a bit. He looked over, and saw her sitting up, hugging her teddy bare tight as she looked up at him with big doe eyes. "I'm fine, sweetie. Go back to bed, you have school tomorrow" He scrunched his nose as brought her close to him. Ever since the incident, he never let her sleep alone, ever. He knew that something like that wouldn't happen again, he made sure of it. But he just needed her close. He thanked the universe everyday for her cleverness. She had hidden in her safe place as soon as she heard the men coming in the house. She was all he had left.

"But dad, it's already day time" She giggled as she shook her head at his forgetfulness. Once again, he jumped up and look at the clock "8:30am" The clock read. "Shit" He mumbled as he got out of bed, grabbing Suran and running to get her ready for her first day of kindergarten. She giggled as her father rushes to get her ready as soon as possible.

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"You must be, Suran" The female smiled sweetly at the small girl who was hiding behind Taeyong's leg. He smiled down at the girl, his eyes soon enough traveled to her teacher. His smile quickly fade as his heart got caught up in his throat. She was beautiful. It was all that went through his mind as he looked up at her. Her eyes shown a sign of life, happiness. Something his eyes did not have. Her smile bright and genuine, making her ten times more beautiful. He cursed himself for ever having such thoughts.

He coughed, shaking his head as he brought the frightened little girl to his chest. "Yes, this is Suran, sorry she was so late, I forgot to set up the timer." He explained himself as he rubbed small circles on Suran's back. "Don't even worry about, we were just about to start coloring!" She cheered softly, her smile so genuinely happy and understanding. "Hey, baby girl" She got closer, tickling the child's tummy making her squirm and giggle in Taeyong's arm. Taeyong automatically smiled at this, gently putting the girl down on her feet. Suran immediately grabbed the females hand, jumping around like an excited 5 year old, well she was a 5 year old.

Before they could get any further, Taeyong immediately grabbed the women’s hand. "Please...take good care of my baby girl" His voice almost sounded as if he was pleading. This was the first time he'd be away from his daughter, meaning he couldn't protect her from any danger. This broke Y/n's heart, but she was also confused at the same time. "Of course, Mr. Lee, she's in good hands" She smiled, putting her hands over his. Electricity ran through both of them, causing Taeyong to pull away quickly. The feeling was all to familiar, all too painful. And it was coming too quickly.

"Thank you, I'll be back at 3:00pm" He quickly says, walking out of the class quickly, only stopping to see Suran already making friends. And just enjoy her childhood. It was too much for him. But she already sensed his pain. He knew, and he hated it.

[dariaslore]

TV Show Tag Game

I wanna thank @darkpoisonouslove​ for tagging me, this looks cool and it’s a great way to save me from boredom, cuz God knows how much am I!

rules: pick 5 shows (idk if it’s enough), then answer the following questions. don’t cheat. tag 10 (or however many) people.

1) Winx Club

2) Lucifer

3) American Horror Story 

4) Glee

5) Dr House

what’s your favourite character from 1?

If I have to pick one, i would say Griffin, her character was always magnetic to me, there’s a whole hidden backstory behind her and you can’t help but falling in love with her stern. I would place next to her Darcy and Valtor.

who’s your least favourite character in 2?

Cain. I hate him and sometimes. At first he wasn’t that bad, I was curious about his story and intentions and relationship with God. During the first episode I thought he had a lot of potential and a some sort of depht to his character: he was the first assassin, a biblical figure, now chasing killer all around LA, isn’it crazy? As the episodes he dropped his good cope facade and turned out to be a ‘’douchebag’’ playing his sick game all along. And nobody can get Lucifer and Chloe to fall apart, never!

what’s your favourite episode of 4?

It’s between ‘’Grilled Cheesus’’ and "Britney/Brittany". The first is really Kurt (my fav chacters) centered, his struggles with his dad illness and founding Jesus face in grilled cheese. . Every characters gets the chance to share his personal view on religion and a very unique way and obv with music. The second one, well, I’m in love with Britney Spears and her songs and being the episode ‘’Britney theme’’ was an instant hit for me.

what is your favorite season of 5?

Season 5. We get to see into Dr House’s mind and psychology even more and it’s simply incredible.

what’s your favorite couple of 3?

Sorry, I don’t have one, except for Violet and Tate there isn’t such a big screen time given to couples, romance it’s not the main feature and if so, the two lovers don’t get to be together due to their dark twisted minds never realizing what they’re in front of it’s their real love, and it’s anthology series, so you don’t get to see all the characters every season, they are (almost) never the same. Btw I like The Countess and Donovan and I ship Mallory-Micheal Langdon for some unknown reasons. 

what’s your favorite couple in 2?

Deckerstar all the way! Look at these two!

what’s your favorite episode in 1?

I don’t remember the titles well, but 3x10 where my OTP was born. 

what’s your favorite episode in 5?

1x21, one of the best and most complex episode of Dr House. 

what’s your favorite season in 2?

The first one. We are introduced to the Devil Himself, Lucifer Morningstar in the best way possible: a black Corvette, a suit, a nightclub of perdition and free will, irony and sass and troubles with the police because, well, there ain’t no rest for the wicked!

how long have you been watching 1?

An extremely long time, I might’ve been 3 or 4, i rly don’t know. Here in Italy was such an huge thing and every girl would watch it. I still remember all the ‘’fights’’ in kindergarten for ‘’who was gonna be who’’ out of the six fairies, all the different dolls and stuff with the fairies’ faces my mom bought me and the event for the first movie. Yeah, it was just crazy but I keep all these moments dearly to my heart. I haven’t watched all the seasons, I’m not planning to, I stopped at season 4 and I rewatched the first three a couple of times and loved’em.

how did you get into 3?

I’ll tell you a story, I’ve been obsessed with magic, paranormal and horror stuff since I was a child and I would sneak into my mom’s bed cause I was too afraid to get killed by the Scream mask. Especially during middle school my bbf and I watched all the horror movies ever made in history, read a lot of books on the matter (my fav being Dracula, I’m always in the mood for a great gothic novel and a hopeless love story) and tried to perform some crazy rituals according to some creepypastas and questionable urban legends. The thing was that my 13 years old self had a liking for witches and she wanted to be one, so she came across this marvelous tv show going by the name of AHS Coven and it was love at first sight. Jessica Lange as Fiona Goode was simply breathtaking and I was captured by her humor and complexity... and she was a witch as well! The aftermath was me bingewatching the newest season every single October of the year.

favorite actor in 4?

Definitely Chris Colfer. His performance was outstanding as for his vocal abilities. 

which do you prefer? 1, 2 or 5?

I love 1, will always be in my heart, but it’s still relevant to me just cause of my OTP (GriffinxValtor) and the Trix, my first approach to witches. I think I’m more into 2 and waiting for the upcoming season. The 5 will always be one of my fav of all times, it did make me passionate about medicine and willing to make it my job, but it ended years ago and I watched it while I was in middle school so yeah. I’m currently watching some other series that would deserve a spot, but there was only 5.

which show have you seen more of, 1 or 3?

1 when I was a child, 3 now that I am a teen. 

if you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

I guess Santana, i feel like we are similar, idk.

would a crossover of 3 and 4 work?

Yes. They’re both Ryan Murphy’s creation and crossover wouldn’t have been bad since there are some musical scenes scattered around AHS. Both of the series revolves a lot around pop culture, 3 it’s focused on the dark side and horror culture, while 4 it’s way lighter and all about pop music, musical world and pop personalites, but never being shallow, (it does deal with religion, omophobia, bullying and other relevant social issues), and have so well-written characters. The crossover i can think of would be set in a theater, the performers are getting ready for their debut and some crazy stuff starts happening  in AHS style. 

pair two characters in 1 who would make an unlikely but strangely okay couple?

IcyxSky, in some ways and after a lot of drama they could make a nice couple.

overall, which show has the better storyline, 3 or 5?

They are different, AHS doesn’t have a storyline as whole and its strongest point is the characters and their development. I’ll choose 5.

which has better theme music, 2 or 4?

It’s tie between Lucifer and Glee, you can’t pick one, both of the soundtracks are bomb, and one of them it’ kind of a musical.

Tagging: @her-majesty-wears-jeans​, if you want have fun with this, do it! 

[petty-revenge-stories]

Cashiers in Chinatown

Backstory: I am a 5 foot, white, 12 year old girl. I speak fluent mandarin because I started learning it in kindergarten. So every year my dad takes me to Toronto to force me to conversation with other mandarin speaking people. And sorry for spelling mistakes I am on mobile and I’m also just dumb.

This happen when I was about 9 or so. I had gone to a local Chinatown produce market for some spicy noodles, large grapes, and lychee gelatin things. When I walk in the store is PACKED, and I mean I had to bend every which way to even get into an isle. I grab what I want and with my father in tow I get in line there is a kind woman in front of me who has a whole basket full of stuff and let’s me cut in front of her.

Me= me, dad= my dad, nw= nice woman, c1= cashier 1, and c2= cashier 2

As I move in front of her I say thank you so much in mandarin. ( btw this whole convo goes down in mandarin except my dads parts cause he doesn’t speak mandarin)

Nw- wow your Chinese is good

Me- smiles and says thank you again

C1- of corse all those tourists only want to be told how good their Chinese is!

C2- scoffs at c1’s statement and says, she’s probably dumber than a bag of rocks

I of course am taken aback a little bit so I just stay silent.

About 5 minutes go by and I am finally at c2’s register paying for my stuff

Right as I step away putting my receipt into the bag I hear:

C2- TOLD YOU

I calmly walk a few feet away to finish bagging my item.

Right as I walk out I say:

Me- eat a bag of rocks whore ( because as a 9 year old everybody thought it would be funny to learn swear words in mandarin so we could swear in front of our parents)

Dad: what did you says to them?

Me: to have a nice day.

I felt so proud at that moment.

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Snippets from work!

So for those who don’t know i work in a kindergarten. So thought i should share some stuff a few of the kids have said.

-Eli you know what? I can’t see my ears.. (a philosophical 3 year old)

-Wait why don’t you grow ups have to raise your hand to speak? (A good question that came while eating from a 4 year old.)

- You know what? (What?) do i look nice in this dress? (The words of a soon 4 year old boy.)

-sorry I made you feel scared.... do you want a hug? (A 4 year old that i told had made me scared in a conversation)

Now to some actions that happens

-Getting hugs from a 5 year old everyday wheb i come if she is there.

-If i sit down on the floor expect one of the 5 year old boys to hug my from behind.

- 3 and 4 year old boys coming to me with footballs (or soccer balls for you Americans) to ask if we can play.

-Oh and making the kids laugh by making silly faces and singing tiny silly songs (the silly songs are warm up practices btw.)

BUT THAT WAS ALL. GO BACK SCROLLING NOW!!

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a list of my entirely way too niche headcanons ive actually implemented for everyones imagination:

name options ive used and refuse to retire: david elizabeth strider (sometimes i dont feel like being a douche to others and saying thats not his name), harley davidson strider, and david james strider for the sake of simplicity

im not gonna tell yall the like. oc exes ive given him bc thatll take eighteen years. 

i dont rlly have an explanation on the ghost thing besides the fact he just can? ive occasionally pulled from family ghost stories and experiences bc i somehow got landed with family members who lived in a haunted house for a decade and enjoy scaring me with all the stories (including the time my cousin literally died on the kitchen floor from a bronchial spasm and one of the friends that was over asked my aunt later what was up with the old man she saw in the corner of the room that night - my cousin is fine btw shes just a huge bitch and a third grade teacher and i dont like her)

whether or not hes done drugs is based on absolutely nothing besides how im feeling in that moment. either hes the designated driver and sober friend forever or he got fired from his job after doing a line at work during graveyard with some random customers theres no inbetween (this absolutely happened @ waho. if dave works at waho hes a mess of a person and thats on the diner itself.)

ok look i hc dave w/schizophrenia besides when i was 14 i had a hyperfixation with learning about it and then at 16 was prescribed a medication and had side effects so wack my therapist genuinely thought 14 yr old me was onto something and its a weird way to cope with the idea that lady put in my head that i might “develop it in my twenties” which i turn 20 this year and i havent been able to stop obsessing and panicking over the prospect so PLEASE dont come in my inbox calling me ableist im not out here all harley quinn in suicide squad with the voices ok hes medicated, he goes to therapy, the hard fast delusion that lil cal was nearly sentient and informed bro of every single thing dave did no matter how asinine it was is no longer a debilitatingly affecting him ANYWAYS

i actually use the chicken/egg farming family pretty often just because its hilarious to me to give dave like. an actual mom and dad. hes literally an uncle to like three different kids he just never visits because they make fun of his skinny jeans and he hates one of his (incredibly bare-bones ocs all of them) brothers who threatened to bash his head in with a little league bat after dave broke his star wars lego set apart on accident (but not rlly) so their parents were like “why dont you stay with your brother in the big city for a lil while champ” and then they just never picked him back up? and thats on favoritism 

the other one is that his name is actually david reed and hes the middle child of a family of three who literally live the standard golden retriever white middle class life only they went to disney land or something equally as dumb one year when dave was like 6 and he wandered off so bro literally just went “huh free game” because frankly he was an idiot who thought maybe i should take this kid home because its real dangerous in parking lots and then it was too late to NOT have it seem like a kidnapping and thats why daves never had a summer job, seen his birth certificate, or gone to school. but vaguely remembers what kindergarten was like and having a pet dog and calling someone mom as a kid. 

im not making a bullet point about his sex life headcanons just use your imagination and acknowledge the fact bro essentially worked within the sex industry and i enjoy putting dave through trauma as a catharsis 

i stopped doing this one usually but if he did go to school hes been in percussion since fifth grade and played the drums in his high schools jazz band as well as various edgy teenager garage bands he likes to pretend dont have a youtube presence and that hes absolutely never been shirtless in front of plenty of his classmates because he wore a hoodie to a show like an idiot. idk occasionally ill put him in an actual band he doesnt hate but keeps separate from his lil turntechGodhead internet persona (which i will ALSO touch upon in a sec) until they wind up getting looped into a tour with some bigger named band that has a show in *insert beta kid here*’s city and hes gotta come clean solely so he can visit his online friend. sorry derseasterous thats the one time weve ever run into each other and i made him have a crush on one of his bandmates i was in my anti-daverose phase where i made dave a hoe and also didnt want to admit i still loved the ship all these years later 

i hate it so much but you know the whole vr loli trap voice shit that was popular a while ago? hes fucking baller at it for some reason. he did it as a joke while talking to bro and they both about shat their pants. if im feeling real ambitious, hes got a separate soundcloud solely dedicated to doing dumbass rap covers or making his own but in the voice under the pseudonym elizabeth “beth” davids that he will never admit is his. well, he will, but hes gonna be really fucking embarrassed about it. irony or not.

talking abt seperate soundclouds and stuff ive always had it where turntechGodhead was his like. essentially internet fucking persona facade shit he used because we all had that phase where we wanted memorable urls and stuff but also didnt want to totally ignore the nagging fear of people finding you in real life, until it turned into real life ppl finding you on the internet. so he also has basically an adjacent set of social media under the same name but its just a boring username i havent decided on so everyone he knows irl doesnt mix up with what hes made for himself as TG and the people he knows as TG dont know what highschool he goes to. (this occasionally comes with the territory of ppl on parp being pissed that daves “lying” or “hiding things” from his friends as if he was doing it out of spite instead of just keeping embarrassing tagged photos and videos from football games or when he ate shit at the skatepark from fucking with his “rap career”)

every once in a while i get on a kick where hes just german. like, i just replace houston texas with hamburg germany and have him apply to a university in whatever state is applicable for whoever im chatting with and it goes from there? sometimes he moved when he was little and went through the whole visa thing, sometimes he didnt go through the visa thing, sometimes hes a dual citizen because of family and shit, its all dependent on what suits the situation best. 

one that ive been fucking with for a while but hardly break out (until recently with like 5 roses in the span of one day hell yeah) is that he has a neighbor at the end of the hall who is like a thousand year old witch lady that hes basically adopted as his mother figure in lieu of not having one and shes totally cool with it, especially bc when she kicks the bucket she fully plans on giving dave all her occult stuff so her figure-skating coach and realtor daughter doesnt sell it at a garage sale and lets it all go to waste. she also once brought rose up by name in a conversation without any prompting of her existence which dave didnt realize for days, and then one time cryptically stopped and stared at an empty space in the wall, went “she has potential, you know.” then looked at him sitting on her kitchen counter with a smile “lots of it” and hes thought about that weekly ever since. (it is important to note one of the occult items he leaves her is literally her own personal book of shadows shes been filling out for decades its like a 600 page leatherbound book dave has no idea what its used for but the sheer amount of homemade spells and etc in it is like. gonna murder rose the second this chick gets her hands on it i promise you.)

theres the standard strife shit? im not rlly gonna get into those theyre all basically cookie cutter bullshit. its just standard bro and dave abuse talk. i like to inclulde the whole 24hr live cam up in the apartment that definitely watches dave in every room besides his own and the bathroom, but that quickly delves into the prospect of middle-aged men stalking him online and basically sexually harassing him in his own god damn home by talking about how they can see him just trying to take his shoes off in the living room after getting home and frankly? its not one of my best takes! but once you throw it into the headcanon bin, its there forever. 

he actually really does do something with his photography but not enough to warrant anything exciting, but he has his own branding for it and regularly takes pictures of his friends or anything else he thinks is moderately interesting enough to take pictures of, but those are just thrown into shoeboxes under his bed in favor of posting genuine shots because he wants to keep his image intact and blurry photos of jade smiling in the tree they climbed up together while bec paws at the base of it while whining isnt exactly something he wants the whole world to see.

i also pretty often but him into either paleontology OR i put him down as trying to become a mortician because he thinks handing roadkill once he graduated from museum giftshop specimens to doing his own taxidermy on the side has prepared him enough to perform an occasional autopsy and start embalming real human corpses. (sometimes i put my own desires in and make them his bc i have to project at some point and put him through the same EMT course i dropped out of bc it was one semester and he already has pretty decent first aid skills, but he definitely didnt expect it to be as fucking wild at times as it is, but whats he gonna do? get a job back at waffle house? the company hes working for just offered to pay like half his associates in paramedicine tuition and hes already got all his pre-recs done when he started for paleo. at least its a stable job and hes got the ability to be compassionate in the moment) 

im running out of things that ive done to the poor kid. OH 

hes not a virgin he had a girlfriend all four years of high school (shes also one of his optional and designated exes plz keep up) and their relationship ends in one of two ways: she dies in a car accident a week before their high school graduation, or she stops talking to him entirely a week after their high school graduation until a couple years later she gets into (guess what) a car accident with her current wife/girlfriend and dies which leaves behind their daughter. who just so happens to also be daves daughter. her name is hannah and i love her like my own but no one ever likes her and thats on the conditioning of dirk. does dave end up taking her in? yes. shes awesome and the first time he takes her to the park to like run off some fucking steam she disappears for two minutes and dave is moderately terrified until she comes back holding a dead baby squirrel and thats the moment he realizes huh maybe things really do be genetic.

ok at the bottom of the list im gonna add the couple of times hes been a camboy which usually coincides with the live apartment cam thing and the amount of people in his dms calling him hot or whatever, but typically its more of a started the day he turned 18 and basically dipped around 20 in favor of showing up randomly with no warning to complain about a video game dick in hand because it gives him an outlet that wont annoy his friends bc this is the fifteenth time hes had a lot to say this week about a certain boss battle and also the comments fuel his ego and daddy issues.

the last one wasnt the bottom but literally unless its explicitly proven otherwise every time anyone rps with me there is the underlying fact dave strider was a goalie on his high school lacrosse teams all four years and (shocker another one) definitely had the hots for one of his teammates like major hots like first gay experience hots. like it was painfully obvious that teammate also liked him back hots. like one night at a team sleepover one of the other guys was like can yall just makeout and get it over with were fucking tired and dave really had the balls to be offended and ask what the fuck they were talking about while literally sitting halfway in the mans lap bc for some reason they had to share the same chair. 

he is also guilty until proven innocent of being the worlds biggest loner outside of that sports team and even though hes literally a jock he still opts to eat his lunch alone in the hallway or something like that and has a tendency to leave girls on read, but bc hes got an in with the rest of the jocks hes basically drug around to plenty of parties and since hes conventionally attractive enough and popular in the aloof way that he is, hes got plenty of tagged insta posts and twitter directs and snapchat streaks going. 

THESE WERE ALL NO GAME AND DONT INVOLVE SHIPS BC I LIKE TO KEEP MY OPTIONS OPEN AND THEYRE LITERALLY ALL BASED OFF RPS IVE DONE I HOPE YALL JUDGE ME ACCORDINGLY

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My Life with Aspergers: The Early Stages ( sorry it’s hella long )

I was first diagnosed when I was around eight years old however I found out I had it when I was fourteen. My mom would tell me how in kindergarten I would always watch the kids play tag instead of joining them even when they invited me. Strangely enough, I remember watching them play. I remember wanting to join on some occasions but never had the courage to go and ask to join. So I watched other kids play. I also remember when I was around three or four years old, I was at a joint birthday party for me and someone else at this Chuck E. Cheese like play house. For most of the party, I was playing with my mom’s co-worker’s son who is about two years younger than me. We were playing super hero’s and at first I remember having fun. Looking back we were bonding and if all went well, we would have been good friends. Then all of the sudden, I felt uncomfortable playing with him. I didn’t want to play with him anymore and my cousin ( who I was more comfortable playing with ) wanted to play with me as well. Do I ditched him for my cousin and he got really hurt by it. I didn’t get it why he was upset over it, I just wanted to be with my cousin.

Fast forward to grade school. When I was in first grade, I made friends with three girls. They were the first group of friends I ever had. We would play around and act like we were teenagers and stuff. Looking back on it, they were really mean. I seem to be at the pit of every joke and I try not to let it bother me because I thought that’s what firends did. Then one day, they decided to not be my friends anymore because I was just too weird. I don’t remember what I did to get them to hate me so much, it just escalated. I remember crying in the bathroom because they were telling other children I did something bad or that I was being strange in someway. I remember how they looked at me during that recess and how the other kids looked at me as well. There were other girls telling me that everything will be okay and that they were being brats ( which they were btw ). I know they were being brats and mean girls because they were with the vice principal looking for me; I’m pretty sure they dragged my name through the mud as well. If I didn’t get the message before I surely did now. After the first grade I notice a pattern. Every year I notice that I would have a new friend group every year and to this day I don’t know why it happened, it just did.

In school, I can confidently say I wasn’t the brightest kid. You know how you could tell if you were one of the dumb kids or one of the smart kids, well I was one of the dumb ones. I remember everytime we would grade someone else’s paper, the kids who graded mine would ask me why I did so poorly or if I even studied. There were even a couple of times where the grader would tell the people around him how shockingly bad I did. Sometimes, I didn’t bother to study because the other kids said they didn’t have to so I blindly did what they did. However most of the times I honestly didn’t get it. For most of my homework assignment, it would take the average kid about an hour to complete it. For me it took a long time to do. I would stay up for a long time doing homework. There were times when I would go to bed after my mom and dad from grades 3-5. There would also times where my dad told me to go to bed because it was so late even if my homework wasn’t done yet. This affected me at school because I had a hard time staying awake in class and would fall asleep close to the end of the day and I would have missing assignments. To make it even better, it wouldn’t be right most of the time. I remember one time there was a blackout while I was doing my homework. I woke up my dad and told him about it. He had to put up candles and lamps around me so I could continue to work; so basically I was doing homework during a black out. To sum it up, I had the stress of a high schooler when I was eight years old. However my homework would done and correct when I would have my tutor come and help me. From grades 2-7 I would have tutors that were family friends of mine that would see twice a week. In total, I had about 4 different tutors teach me at different points of my life. Probably the most vivid memory I had from one of the tutors still hurts my heart to this day. He was one of my uncles who was a kindergarten teacher as well. He was in the fun uncle category and all my cousins loved him. He would assign me things to do on top of my homework. I would never get them done but that was expected since I couldn’t complete most of my actual homework. One day, I didn’t do one of his assignment and he lost it. He got mad at me and said that he couldn’t help me anymore. I felt humiliated because his wife and her father were in the room when it happened. He called my mom and told me to pick me up. I was scared my mom would yell at me but she didn’t, her reaction was calm actually. That moment made me feel like a lost cause like I couldn’t be helped. Like how dumb and useless do you have to be to have a tutor and you own uncle tell you that he couldn’t help you anymore. Seeing him at family gatherings were beyond awkward for me after this. There were times where my mom would yell at me for doing so poorly and getting bad grades on test. I remember one time she was trying to help me with something or she was lecturing me on something in school ( I don’t remember ) and she eventually got so frustrated that she chucked a yoga ball across the room. At that point I was sobbing and she did apologize for it but that feeling never went away. I spent all of my elementary school days thinking I was dumb and stupid.

Doing ANOTHER fast forward to fifth grade. I befriended another group of people who were in my class. At the beginning they were nice to me despite some of them not liking me as much. To get them in my good side, I would bring extra food and snacks to share so that I could hang out with them more and that they would like me. However one day during recess, I notice they were avoiding me and running away from me. I try to stay with them but they kept running; it was four against one. Finally, thy told me that they don’t want me to hang out with me anymore and I told them okay. To push the knife deeper into the cut, they told me I can’t sit with them or play with them anymore. I told them okay and made it seem like I understand. In reality, I was heartbroken over it. I started to cry on the playground because I felt so lost like what was I suppose to do now. I felt like I was dumped for no reason. This was like a repeat of first grade all over again. I didn’t know what I did wrong. This happened at the start of the school year so I was scared I would be alone. Luckily I found a new friend. She was the nicest person ever and I could tell she wanted to be my friend too. We started to get closer as the school year went on. She would always ask me to come over to her house after school because she lived so close to me but I always said no because I had a tight schedule after school and I didn’t want to mess it up. After school I would go to my grandpa’s house and stay there till my dad would pick me up. I didn’t want to put the stress of doing that on my family so I would say no. Then I started to feel uncomfortable again. The more we grew closer, the more I pushed away. I didn’t know why I did I just did. Eventually I pushed her away so much I ruined our friendship and ironically, she found refuge in the people who told me to scream at the beginning of the school year. So now it’s the end of the year and I have no firends...again.

I thought to myself this couldn’t get any worst. Then sixth grade happened...