list five things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last ten people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your followers, mutuals and all the wonderful people on here!
æ alright alright let me think hmmm
1- sleeping, im lazy and sleeping makes me a happi boi
2- being in peaceful places while listening to music
3- drawing of course
4- spending time talking with my close friends and bf brings a smile to my face also interacting with cool mutuals and artists like you but that makes me a nervous wreck jakslfjjs
5- and probably beating hard challenges in games
this took wayyy longer than i thought it would to think about, im not really the social type so most of the stuff i enjoy is usually inside my little bubble but i hope these answers are good enough! ^-^
She smiles at the other girl, bouncing on her toes with a big grin fixed on her face. New town, new start. It was a little strange to move from New Jersey to Ohio. But her dad got a job with a Theatre Company in Columbus, and her Mom wanted to try living in a smaller town, so... Here they are, in Sherwood, Ohio.
It’s nice, in a way. Fresh start and all. Last year at Middleborough was crazy, and maybe here she’d never have to think about the SQUIPs again.
(though she’s still worried about Jeremy; what could drive a person to take a supercomputer into their head like that...
She already misses Chloe though. Is she going to be as invisible here as she was in Jersey before Chloe took her in?
No. She refuses to let that happen again. She will make friends here. Starting with this girl here!
“I’m actually new here. So, uh, it’s nice to meet you! What’s your name? Are you a senior too?”
hey there! not sure you will get this as your blog is under renovation but i was wondering ... whats the equivalent of Believe in yourself and Love yourself first in russian? thanks
Hello! I have to admit, this question stumped me. I can give you the translation for those phrases (That would be “Верь в себя” and “Прежде всего, полюби себя“), but I can’t remember any common Russian phrase that has the same message! The closest I can think of is “Люби себя и тебя полюбят другие” (Love yourself and others will fall in love with you) and “Сам не похвалишь - никто не похвалит“ (Nobody will praise [you] if you don’t do it yourself).
Russian culture is not big on self-affirmation, you see. But boy oh boy, if you'd like some stuff about the virtue of modesty and temperance tho, we’ve got proverbs, quotes and sayings aplenty! ;P
Cicatricem : Scars - tell us about his quidditch scars :D
The night had been one of celebration, regardless of whether Caradoc knew or not. Robert had given him no choices as to whether they spent the night together, barging into Caradoc’s home the moment he’d confirmed Benjy was gone for the night at work. While his bed wasn’t near as comfortable as Robert’s, he would deal for the night. Being with Caradoc was far more important right now than comfort.
The second the door had snapped closed behind him, Robert more or less attacked Caradoc. If ever there were a reversal of a Dementor kiss, Robert was positive he’d given it to Caradoc. Pouring his soul into the man his heart ached for more with each passing day.
Today was the best of them all.
Clothes were strewn from the front door to Caradoc’s, uncared for in the moment as hands reached wherever they could, frantic and ecstatic. More than an hour later, Robert finally lay, entirely spent, but a smile still clear on his face. Skin pricking with excitement each time Caradoc’s finger tips grazed against it. The moments wherein he wasn’t too lazy to open his eyes, the contrast of their skin tones made him itch for Caradoc to be fully against him once more.
Another hour passed, the two having drifted into an easy nap, before Robert felt himself being stroked into consciousness again -- though not where he desired those taunting fingers to be most.
Instead, after a few minutes Robert began to realize what Caradoc was doing.
Up and around the scar along his hip bone, where the Magpies beater had smashed his hip a year ago. The bone had been a pain to mend, so they didn’t attempt to mend away the scar. He’d gotten a few bottles of good whiskey out of that one.
Up to his stomach and across the smatterings of tiny cuts and scrapes he’d gotten as a kid, playing around outside and climbing up trees. There were even more of those along his legs, along with other scars from broken legs during Quidditch matches. Robert chuckled as Caradoc brushed along another scar, earning him a curious look, but Rob shook his head.
How many new scars would he earn from being on a team now? Keepers always ended up being the first big target, and rightfully so. Hopefully, once he was a pro they wouldn’t leave such visible scars behind. Like the one Caradoc was now touching along his upper lip. “Not a fan of my Quidditch war scars?” Robert teased, though there was a pit in his stomach as he worried he wouldn’t. He needed Caradoc’s approval, because fuck, if he was going to add to the collection, he wanted him to find it attractive.
The cocky expression to cross Caradoc’s face made Robert want to sigh with frustration, but the lips that pressed to his kept the reaction at bay. Those wretched, taunting fingers ran pointedly down each area of his arms he knew there to be scars on, until they decided to move down to his biggest one, upon his hip bone, and the actions that followed... well, Robert wasn’t so nervous about his scars present or future, anymore.
