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aquadestinyswriting · 1 year

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Incorrect Quotes Tag

Thanks to @blind-the-winds for the tag! :D

Quotes are getting pulled from this generator, there's going to be a mixture of the Titan gang in here. Popping under a cut to save peoples' dashes because there is going to be a few. Also because some of these may not be entirely SFW. A reminder that Aurianna is a young gold dragon.

Aurianna: You know what bothers me? Bats. Why can bats fly? Meredith: Not again! Aurianna: No. Seriously, who gave them the right? They're mammals! Mammals walk on land, no exceptions. Elowyn: Just wait until you hear about whales. Aurianna: What now? (Aurianna being insulted that a certain type of mammal can fly is an adorable thing to think about)

Meredith: *in a jail cell* What about my Miranda rights!? You’re supposed to say I have ‘the right to remain silent’”! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT! Elowyn: *in the cell next to them* You have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity. (..... this is actually pretty accurate....)

Snotgrut: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Quentin: Several traffic violations. Meredith: Three counts of resisting arrest. Felix: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Elowyn: Also, that’s not our car. (let's pretend that snotgrut let himself get caught but got in over his head for this one. No way is anyone actually catching him)

Elowyn: Where are you going? Aurianna: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one! Elowyn: I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday! Meredith, knowing full well that Elowyn got Aurianna an expensive ring: *eating popcorn* (I had to modify this one slightly because Aurianna is Elo's paladin mount and a *child*)

Snotgrut : I can't take you seriously wearing that. Felix: Aw, you take me seriously at all? Snotgrut : Fair point. (snotgrut is savage, we all know this. I love our accidentally autistic coded gremlin goblin)

Selene: *slams books down in front of Edwin* Selene: Boil up some Mountain Dew. It’s gonna be a long night. Edwin: You could have said literally anything else. Selene: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Baja Blast to fuel my trouble. Edwin: I’m going to just stop challenging you when you say random shit. I won’t win. I realize this now. (in a modern au setting, this is definitely something that would happen. Sel is a caffeine fiend in canon)

Selene, handing out popsicles: Which flavor do you want? Chrackle: Blue flavor! Selene: Uh, you mean Blue Raspberry? Chrackle: Blue flavor! Blue flavor! Selene: Blue is not a flavor! Chrackle: BLUE FLAVOR! (this is a nice summary of Selene and Chrackle's entire relationship)

Laurence: Thank God you were there, Elowyn. I knew you wouldn't let your best friend die. Elowyn: I'm still gonna arrest you. I just can't do that if you're dead. Laurence: Whatever you gotta tell yourself. Baby steps. It's hard getting them out of their shell.

Laurence: Though I admit I don’t know much about you, I am feeling pretty confident in my assessment that you are probably some sort of sick deadly fuck. Snotgrut: Who told you my secret?

And here are some for the original Heroes, just so they're not left out of the fun

Selene: Why would you give a knife to Ivan?! Alexis , shrugging: Ivan felt unsafe. Selene: Now I feel unsafe! Alexis : I’m sorry… Alexis : Would you like a knife?

Ivan: Egrim told me to stop being immature, so I told him to get out of my fort.

Selene: ARE YOU- Ivan: Fucking. Selene: KIDDING ME?! YOU- Ivan: Fucking. Selene: IDIOT! Alexis: …What was that? Ivan: Egrim banned Selene from swearing, so I’m helping her out.

5.6: I'm not that stupid! Alexis: 5.6, you literally ate the wax from a babybel. 5.6: IVAN TOLD ME IT WAS EDIBLE! (.... this is totally accurate. 5.6 was a flesh golem and was pretty much a small child mentally)

Alexis: Look, I’m glad everyone’s on the same page. Alexis: But it’s the last page in a book titled “we’re all going to die”. Selene: That’s not even clever.

Selene: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends. Edwin: ... Your what? Selene: My friends. Ivan: Is she saying “friends”? Alexis: I think she's being sarcastic. Fai: No, no, no, this is delirium, she's cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Selene! All of your friends are in this room. (.....yeah..... this is the kind of brain fart Selene would have in the middle of a crisis)

Fai : I dare you- Selene: Alexis is not allowed to accept dares anymore. Fai : Why not? Alexis: I have no regard for my own or others personal safety

Selene : Edwin, you love me, right? Edwin: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

Alexis to Edwin: First rule of battle, little one... don’t ever let them know where you are. Ivan, shooting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo! Alexis: 'Course, there’re other schools of thought.

#writeblr tag games #incorrect quotes #titan fighting fantasy

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mamichigo · 3 years

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Title: picture frame

Pairing: Dazai/Atsushi

Rating: G

Word count: 1,7k

Tags: Fluff, Domestic, Established Relationship, Writer Dazai, Photographer Atsushi

Summary: "Your tired smiles, your warm eyes. I collect all the important parts of you, protected by picture frames."

Notes: This is my gift for @katsuriya! (Katsu ily). Written for @dazatsu-exchange.

"Can't you guys just do whatever you want? It's not like I would know anything about organizing events like this. Yeah, I know I signed up for it but— Kunikida-kun, this is torture! You're bullying your author! I'm gonna die of a heart attack… Yes, yes, I'll do it, geez."

Dazai had been on the phone with his editor for the better part of the last two hours. Atsushi watched him pace around the low table of the living room. If it were possible, he would've digged holes with the force of his footsteps alone. After that last sentence, Dazai cycled through a series of empty "uh huh", "yes", "alright", until he finally put the phone down with a sigh.

"Atsushi-kun…" Dazai whined. He slumped, then crouched, then finally lied down with his face to the floor. "This is unbearable."

"Is Kunikida-san being strict as usual?"

"As usual? It's much worse than that!" Dazai slapped the floor weakly. "Just because it's almost New Year, it shouldn't affect my schedule. But I have the deal with the manga department now, and I'm technically the co-author, plus they can't get anything through without my approval. I've been pulled into their holiday season events, it's awful."

Atsushi, feeling sympathy for the clearly overworked author, padded his way and joined Dazai on the floor. He sat down on his knees and patted Dazai's head gently.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Dazai gurgled some sound that Atsushi couldn't decipher the meaning of, and made no further attempt to communicate. Atsushi continued to play with Dazai's hair until he had wallowed long enough to feel ready to roll over and look up at Atsushi. There were clear dark circles under his eyes.

"This is what happens when you actually do your work," Dazai whispered mutinously.

Atsushi laughed and threatened to let his editor know he said that. Dazai, betrayed, pinched Atsushi's thigh. Because Atsushi was a good person and he loved his partner very much, he ignored the sting and leaned down to kiss Dazai's cheek.

"Would you let me do a photoshoot with you?" Atsushi asked.

Dazai lolled his head to nuzzle against Atsushi's knee. He looked up at Atsushi questioningly. "Right now?"

"Only if you want to," Atsushi reassured. "Nothing fancy, you don't even need to change clothes. I think it'd be a nice distraction."

Dazai hummed; Atsushi felt the vibrations up his leg. He squirmed a little.

"If it is your desire, then it is also mine, there's no request I would refuse except for those that cause you harm," Dazai said in a low voice. It sounded like a quote, maybe from something he was working with. Though, it could just as easily be something he came up with on the spot. It was hard to tell, with Dazai.

"You're really too much," Atsushi admonished.

Dazai laughed, tired but carefree. "If you insist, then, in normal terms that's a yes."

"Let me get my camera."

Atsushi got up to do that and changed the lens to one of his best ones. Besides that, Atsushi didn't bother with any other equipment, though the lights and reflectors that seemed to be in Dazai's place more than his own were readily available. These pictures were just for himself, so he would work with whatever lighting there was.

(There was a special allure to Dazai that couldn't be captured quite right in artificial light.)

Dazai was still in the same spot when Atsushi came back, drawing invisible patterns with his index finger and whispering to himself.

Atsushi waited until he stopped to ask, "New idea?"

"A flash of inspiration that might save me from my writer's block in the future."

"That's some powerful inspiration."

Dazai raised his hand to Atsushi, who helped him up by the arm. Dazai rose in a smooth arc, directly into Atsushi's embrace. Atsushi poked him the ribs and pushed him away.

"I can't take your picture with you clinging to me like that."

"Ah, love is such a fickle and cruel thing," Dazai said. Despite his words, he stole a kiss as soon as Atsushi's attention flickered to his camera. "What do you have in mind this time?"

"Something for the New Years sounds fitting."

Atsushi explained what he had imagined, and Dazai, knowing the layout of his own house much better than Atsushi, suggested the locations that would be most fitting for the setting. It was a good thing that Dazai already wore a kimono as his default outfit, with the addition of his most comfortable haori and a fortune charm that he held in his calloused right hand, it made for enough of a nice image to go with the theme. Atsushi held back from saying anything when Dazai held the charm to his lips in an almost kiss, his eyelashes lowered delicately.

Not for the first time, Atsushi was impressed by the sheer size of Dazai's house. Every time they did one of these photoshoots, Atsushi felt the house became warmer; all the corners that were too empty, too sparse were filled with movement. The ghosts lingered less like this.

For the final picture, Atsushi directed Dazai back to the low table. Thankfully, the sliding door facing the garden let in enough light to capture Dazai in the gray hues of winter with his face half illuminated by it. It made for a pretty picture, even if Dazai ruined the atmosphere by biting into a mandarin like he would an apple. Atsushi's eyebrow twitched.

"Atsushi-kun, this isn't even an actual kotatsu," Dazai complained as he flopped down while Atsushi checked the last series of pictures. "This entire photoshoot is a sham."

Atsushi paused to raise his eyebrows at Dazai. He looked pointedly at the low table. "So now you admit it's not a kotatsu?"

"Well, it has the table and the warm blanket over it. It's close enough, right?" Dazai patted the tabletop. "This does the job nicely. Why would I buy a new one just for the heater?"

"You could just buy a heater by itself."

"Irrelevant."

"You're just a cheapskate."

Dazai snorted inelegantly. In this position, lying as he was, his hair fell over his eyes, half obscuring them. Both his arms were held above his head, and the sleeves of his kimono slid down to reveal rolls of bandages; the dip went low enough that Atsushi wondered if he would see a grimplss of naked skin, if he tilted his head just right. As if catching on to his thoughts, Dazai watched him like a hawk, his eyes half-lidded. There was a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Atsushi made a gesture for Dazai not to move, and raised his camera to capture that expression. As he stared at the resulting picture, Atsushi thought that, out of all the other pictures, this was the one he specially wouldn't show to anyone.

"Atsushi-kun, you're getting some sort of impure thought, aren't you?" Dazai teased.

Atsushi coughed lightly. "I'm not."

"You always get this guilty look when you do it, just so you know," he helpfully informed.

Atsushi quickly turned his head. "It's just your impression."

Dazai wormed his way to Atsushi, shuffling about on his elbows. Atsushi finally relaxed from the awkward pose he had forced his legs into to get the frame he'd wished for. As soon as Atsushi let go of the camera, Dazai reached for his hand.

"Hm." Dazai poked each of Atsushi's fingers with his own. "Did that make you feel better?"

Arsushi blinked in confusion. "I'm the one who should be asking you that."

"You really shouldn't!"

"I thought you were doing this to help you forget all the publishing stress?"

Dazai gave him an indulgent smile. He let go of Atsushi's hand to reach for his camera, hanging from Atsushi's neck. Atsushi, even though still confused, lowered his head so Dazai could remove the camera. He set it aside a safe distance away from them, and pulled Atsushi down so they were in pile on the floor. Dazai wrapped an arm around Atsushi's waist.

"You get so focused on others you don't even notice your own stress, do you? It's not the worst coping mechanism, but it does make you quite oblivious your own feelings." Dazai let his words sink in before adding, "It's okay if you're not doing your best."

Atsushi inhaled carefully. Dazai's orange-like scent clung to his lungs. He relaxed onto Dazai's body.

"I dislike winter," Atsushi confessed. "It makes me think of being cold and hungry. I… I feel a lot better when I don't have to think about it."

Dazai tightened his grip. "Alright. Then I'm glad to be a distraction." He paused. "Ohhh, maybe I should start writing poems. My specialty is prose first and foremost, but I'm sure I could pull it off. I'd give you a bunch of lovesick poems, and then you'd be too preoccupied being completely, utterly in love with me."

"I'm already completely, utterly in love with you, Dazai-san."

"Then completely, utterly, ultra in love with me."

"I'm pretty sure you just want an excuse to procrastinate your new manuscript."

Arsushi couldn't see it, but he just knew Dazai was grinning. "Just a little bit. Ah, but I'm serious. You always look at peace when you take pictures of me—does wonder for my ego, by the way—, so I'm glad to be your model when you need it."

"That's because…" Atsushi took a moment to compose his words in a way that would make sense. "Usually you take pictures to feel nostalgic about the past, knowing that moment will never come back. When I take your picture, it's more like proof."

"Proof of what?"

"That I still love you, just like I loved you then. Just like I'll love you tomorrow. I think the stability of it gives me comfort when everything else is hectic."

Silence.

"Dazai-san?"

Atsushi pushed himself to his elbows. Dazai was quietly glaring at him, his face pink. Atsushi was stunned. He tried to reach for his camera, but Dazai gripped both his wrists.

"I can't handle you sometimes," Dazai managed to croak out. "I'm going to make a character who is pretty much you, and pair him with a self-insert, then have a tragic, dramatic love story for them. Don't test me."

Atsushi giggled. "Don't threaten me just because you're shy!"

"Atsushi-kun, I don't have a single shy bone in my body, take that back!"

Atsushi just watched with fondness as Dazai went on a tirade on all the ridiculous antics he would put his characters through. Atsushi chose not to let him know his heartbeat was frantic in his chest.

I love you, it wanted to say. I love you and you're wonderful.

#nakajima atsushi #dazai osamu #dazatsu #dazushi #bsd #bungou stray dogs #my writing

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love101imagines · 4 years

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Bad idea

request: Can u write a fic w Sinan, having a secret crush on Kerem's sister, so Eda, isik and Osman find a way to distract kerem to leave the two alone. your last imagine was very good, I loved it.

tag list: @peraltwolf @zaynlikfalls @wwafangirld

(a/n): these two hate each other so much, I found it hilarious and so ironic if Sinan ended up falling for Kerem’s younger sister, that would be like the tip of the iceberg and the rest just helped that mess to be created.

In a household where your mother expected you to be a dutiful and charming daughter and your father acted like an emotionless soldier, it wasn't a surprise that you were the only one for Kerem.

It was with small things, like patching him up after the many fights that you told him to stop or calming him down after your father's patronizing comments. And he would do the same whenever you would get frustrated with your mother for not hearing you or telling you to act more like a lady.

That was why you two were always for each other, hence the reason you were going to one of his classmates' house after he almost got expelled.

Truth be told, you had a lot of experience in that topic. After all, you had been expelled a few months before from an all-girls' school, making your parents send you to your brother's school.

While he knocked loudly on the door, you bit down on your lower lip to avoid laughing. "Can't believe you're getting expelled now."

He only rolled his eyes before going inside, bumping his shoulder against the boy who had opened the door. "Let's talk about whatever we need to talk."

While the other boy glared at him, you stepped inside. "I'm (Y/N), nice to meet you." You introduced yourself politely, wanting to make up for your brother so you two wouldn’t get kicked out.

That was the first time you had ever talked to Sinan. You had seen him a few times in the hallways, but since you weren't in the same year you didn't share any classes.

Before he could reply, his eyes looking up and down at you in a not so subtle way, another girl entered the house. "Move." She ordered him.

You only gave him a side smile before seating down, wanting to get everything over with so your brother wouldn't get expelled too.

That night you got to know the rest of your new friends. While Kerem found himself interested in Eda, you couldn't tell him that you found yourself staring at Sinan most times when nobody else noticed. You couldn’t tell him specially for how they seemed to dislike each other so much.

Sinan didn't do much to show that he cared, he mocked Kerem every now and then and you usually ended up being the one who calmed things down.

“There’s also this, “That’s how my father used to do it”.” Sinan continued with his rant after school while you tried to convince Işik to come to the rock concert.

“That one is about manners.” Kerem shot back.

Sinan, standing next to you, rolled his eyes. “No, I interpret it as, “I’m a moron. I don’t have my ideas”.”

“Dude, I swear...” Your brother started.

“Kerem.” You warned, standing in front of Sinan so your brother wouldn’t cause a fight.

“Calm down.” Osman tried, pulling him back slightly.

Once he calmed down, you took a sip of your ayran before you shrugged. “I don’t think you’re right.”

Sinan looked at you raising his brows, probably a bit surprised by your attitude. You weren’t annoyed by him, but you still wouldn’t allow him to act that way with the rest.

“Oh, yeah?” He asked emotionless while you bumped your shoulder into his in a teasing way.

“Yeah, well, we all got the same shit taught as kids.” You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. “If you don’t have anything nice to say, then you shut the fuck up.” You quoted with a smug smile.

He scoffed. “So that’s your life motto.”

“Better than tearing people down.” You replied like it was obvious.

He swallowed hard, clearly confused about why you hadn’t gotten annoyed at him like the rest but still contradicted him with good arguments, different from Kerem. Or at least, that seemed to him. “Even if you have to lie to them?” He continued, trying to get another reaction from you.

“It’s not like being kind will kill you, unlike that hatred that you’re harboring.” You explained, finally making eye contact with him once you finished your lunch.

You two continued like that for a few seconds, the rest oblivious that you had stopped bickering. While you bit the inside of your cheek to avoid blushing, you felt something weird inside of you as you watched Sinan’s face softening, not as frustrated as before.

Before you could think anything about that, Kerem cleared his throat. “Yeah, don’t even think about it.”

“Kerem!” You complained while your brother only shook his head and pulled your arm to stand next to him.

“You’re not going to bother my little sister too.” He announced while you sighed exasperatedly.

You glanced at Sinan, his jaw slightly clenched as he looked away, cheeks slightly pink.

You already knew that if you had an older brother, things with boys would be hard. Having Kerem as an older brother only made things 10 times harder. He wouldn’t let any boy even glance in your direction because of how protective he was.

Not once in his life did he ever turn a blind eye in your direction, and any boy that ever made you a mean comment or made you cry, left with a black eye once he found out.

It didn’t exactly help that he absolutely hated Sinan and how he always mocked him acting like he was more intelligent.

But still, you didn’t have to worry much about it. You didn’t even have a crush on Sinan, you weren’t only hanging out with him to help Kerem avoid being expelled. That’s what you continued saying to yourself whenever your mind went back to the boy.

“You’re too young to go on dates.”

You scoffed, almost stopping in your tracks while Kerem only continued walking towards the school. “Are you kidding me? I’m turning seventeen in a few months, you’re only one year older.”

“But I’m older.” He replied like a fact.

“Yeah, well, I don’t care.” You said sarcastically, stopping at a red light, mentally cursing your parents for not giving you a ride to school, saying that you were old enough now. “Besides, when did I ever say anything about dating? I only told you that you don't need to watch out for me all the time.” You tried to change the topic of the discussion.

He rolled his eyes at you. “Don’t act dumb. I’ve seen how he looks at you.”

“He?” You asked furrowing your brows. “Who’s he?”

Kerem only clicked his tongue as you two stopped in front of the school building. Before he could even answer, Sinan arrived with Osman. You would have to ask him later about that.

“What’s up?” Eda greeted you.

While you fixed your tie a bit, you didn’t notice Eda nudging Osman and clearing her throat.

“Kerem, we um...we need you to...” The girl trailed off.

“To talk with Coach Altuna.” Osman added. “Yes, we need you to talk to him.”

Your brother only shrugged. “Fine.”

When he didn’t even move, Eda sighed. “Now, go.” She ordered him, grabbing his arm pulling him with her.

Before he left, he turned to you one last time. “We’ll finish talking later.

“Yeah, yeah.” You brushed him off, clearly not concerned.

While you leaned against the railings behind you, Işik fumbled with her hands. “I um, I have to speak with Miss Ayse.”

“And I have to make some calls.” Osman said.

It only took them two seconds to leave, leaving you and Sinan alone. You pursued your lips into a line, dropping your bag as you took a sharp breath.

“And then there were two.” You mumbled.

Sinan didn’t answer, only moving to stand next to you and leaning against the wall.

You raised a brow at him, subconsciously fumbling with your hands. “Aren’t you going to leave too?”

He swallowed, shaking his head before looking at the ground. However, he looked at you once you started talking again.

“They left you here with me because they don’t like me, right?”

“What?” He blurted out.

You didn’t notice his incredulous look, so you only continued with your rant. “It’s obvious, they must think I’m only Kerem’s annoying and clingy sister and only hang out with me because I’m new and I don’t know anybody. You don’t have to lie to me, I’m sure they pity me or something, that has to be the only reason they hang out with me.”

“That’s bullshit.” He interrupted you. You finally looked at him, your eyes meeting as he continued. “We aren’t an exclusive club or some shit like that, but you’re part of us.” He explained.

You remained silent for a while, a small smile appearing on your face because of what he had admitted. “Thanks.” You mumbled.

He only gave you another small smile before you picked up your bag and grabbed his arm. “What are you doing?”

“I say we skip school.” You thought out loud. “I’m sure they won’t come back and they already left us. Besides, you really want to class now? Last time you went to the infirmary to sleep.”

“Why shouldn’t I go and sleep now?” He asked even if he didn’t want to.

You smirked. “Because I’m more fun to hang out with. I’m the better sibling, you’ll like me, you’ll see.”

He sighed, slowly picking up his bag and jacket before following you while you grinned. “You’re a bit handful even if you’re younger, I can see why you were expelled.”

“Fuck off.”

Kerem was furious with everything. You tried to hide it pretty well, after all, it wasn’t like you two were dating. You were only friends who were slowly growing closer, just like any friendship.

But still, Kerem noticed every smile, every flirtatious push, every teasing comment that had another meaning, and how you two always stood close to each other.

It was the next days when things started being weird.

“Uf, I’m so hungry. Can we go and buy something to eat?” You asked leaving your umbrella on the ground.

You all had convinced Miss Burcu to work alongside Coach Kemal, and the plan seemed to be going smoothly, which made you proud.

Once you gave Sinan, who was standing next to you, your best puppy eyes to convince him, he nodded, a faint smile on his face that made you cheer on your inside.

“We’ll all go,” Kerem added, glaring at Sinan which made you sigh.

Still, while Işik shifted in uneasiness, she glanced at Eda to do something.

“Kerem, I need your help with something,” Eda said all of a sudden dropping her red umbrella on the floor.

As soon as Eda said that, your brother nodded. You only rolled your eyes with a small smile on your face, amused with how he was acting like a lost puppy.

“I have to see something about a few debts, sorry.” Osman announced before leaving as well, a not so subtle smirk on his face that made you furrow your brows.

Isik grinned. “Osman, I’ll come with you! I have to go to the library. We’ll be back in a while. You two go and have lunch. Bye!”

“See ya.” You mumbled still confused while stretching your arms.

You glanced at Sinan, the only one who didn’t even move an inch from his place. His hands still fumbled with the piece of white paper everybody had already left on the ground, his eyes looking everywhere but you.

You judged him with your elbow. “Hey, I’m starving.” You said with a soft smile as he finally looked at you.

He thought about it for a moment before leaving the paper on the ground and walking alongside you. “Fine, let’s eat.”

Once you two bought some döner kebab, you sat on a bench nearby school, your legs crossed and knees touching.

“Thanks for not being that much of a dick to Kerem the last days.” You mumbled, voice slightly muffled because of your food.

He shrugged like it wasn’t such a big deal. “Maybe you were right after all. The whole kindness thing.” He explained before taking a bite of his food.

You fake gasped. “Don’t tell me I managed to change your mind.”

He bumped his shoulder into yours while you only chuckled, taking a sip from your soda. Forgetting about everything, about your friends, your brother, and your classes, you only focused on the boy and the many shops in front of you.

“Why were you expelled?” He asked curiously. “From your former school, I mean.”

You doubted for a moment, your hands playing with the paper your food was wrapped in before you let out a breath.

“It was because of my grades.” You started slowly. “It was a very strict school and a lot of pressure so I didn’t do that well in tests. Truth be told, I wasn’t really expelled because my parents changed me before everything happened, but they had to pay a lot for me to be allowed here. Ugh, they were so mad that their daughter was such a dumbass.” You said sarcastically, slumping in your seat.

“I don’t think you’re dumb.” He said quietly. “I’m not saying you’re a genius, and high school grades don’t show our intelligence and only work for a system in which we’re classified into different...” He started with his rant a bit nervous to change the subject.

You sighed loudly. “Ah, Sinan, I like you but shut up.”

“What?” He blurted out with his eyes widened.

You didn’t even move to pick up your bag you had dropped on the ground, too shocked with what had just slipped out. Now, he had to be sure that you were absolutely dumb.

“Um, yeah...” You started awkwardly. “I...I like you.” You admitted, carefully reading his expression.

He raised his brows, a smile appearing on his face after a few seconds. “Really?”

“Yes, I do.” You repeated yourself, now a bit more confident.

You finally connected the dots on the many occasions the rest had dragged Kerem away, leaving the two of you alone. As his hand slipped in yours, you smiled at him before you remembered something.

“We can’t tell Kerem.” You said completely serious while he only furrowed his brows. “I mean it, he’s going to break your arm if he finds out. I promise I’ll tell him when the time’s right.”

After sighing, Sinan nodded. “Alright. He certainly won’t be happy that I’m with his little sister.”

You chuckled, playfully bumping your shoulders into his. “Slow down, you haven’t asked me yet to be your girlfriend.”

As he rolled his eyes and pushed you too, you smiled. Things would be hard with Kerem, but you would manage to convince him that you really liked Sinan. Or at least, that’s what you thought while you intertwined your fingers.

#love 101 #love101 #burcu #eda #kerem #osman #sinan #ask 101 #aşk101imagine #aşk 101 #aşk 101 imagine #aşk101 #love 101 imagine #love101imagine #sinanimagine #sinanxreader

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thatu · 6 years

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hi. I am someone with the same struggles you have about the looks. I really hate the way I am. I see you have the same problem but you are able to at least take a lot of selfies and share. And I can't do that, I can't take pictures without delete all them. How do you deal witch your problem so well?

I guess, for me, there are two main things that play such a heavy part in the selfies I take and share so much.

1. The first thing is that the selfie is a controlled environment? I’m taking the picture, I’m editing it, I’m manipulating it, I’m choosing the ones that work and the ones that don’t. That said, if you see me posting five selfies, know that I took around 350. No exageration, actual 350 photos. I’m constantly deleting data from my phone and if I take a certain number of photos and they don’t work I can experience terrible feelings. I feel like I can’t recognize my face and that theold tricks don’t work, it’s rather insane. In this aspect it is also worth mentioning that I am NOT the same when people are taking pictures of me. I will not pose for pictures, I will do ugly faces, I will stand behind other people or I won’t try to look pretty ‘cause it’s pointless. I would never manage to pose for pictures with a photographer cause I’d always look away or try to look purposedly bad because it would be someone looking at me and I’d be too ashamed to be me. The selfies don’t happen because I like the pictures, the selfies happen because I control them.

And why do I take the selfies ? This is aspect number 2.

2. I fascinate myself as a scientific and artistic subject. I hate seeing my reflection and I often avoid mirrors but I will watch myself while I’m talking or doing some activity because the lines and the movement confuse and surprise me? I like to see my eyes or my mouth and my teeth not because I find them attractive but because they’re human and they’re mine so I’m curious about the shapes and the lines. I look for different spots, new marks, I pay attention to the curve on my eyelashes, it’s sort of a curiosity thing. And then I take pictures because I’m the subject I speak from. I like to have themes that match like facebook cover that goes with the profile picture and stuff like that and the same way I’m obsessed with drawing myself I’m into the pictures. I am in the pictures cause I’m part of it but most of the time when I take selfies I take them to make a composition. I’m thinking hair, clothes, make up and background, I’m thinking quotes and photo filters, I’m thinking I want to wear pink so this can look kind of bubblegum-like??? This part is harder to explain but a lot of me taking pictures has to do with me liking concepts and colors but also being self-centered enough that I want to be a part of it.

And here are some tips on what to do:

Don’t delete the pictures. Don’t post what makes you uncomfortable, but save the images. Go back to them later, maybe in a two years time or even less you will find it and be surprised by your looks. It has nothing to do on finding yourself beautiful but just on how your own features can surprise you. In five years you will think fondly of a stain on your hair or you will feel a little nostalgic about the yellow on your teeth because it’s somehow a different shade of yellow than it is now, it’s hard to tell, but save the images and revisit them from time to time, maybe you will find something nice about them sooner than you think. And if you do, then post it. Don’t delete it later, let the good compliments in.

I care a lot about being ugly or pretty or disgusting. I don’t know at each point while being raised it became such a big deal to me that I wasn’t pretty that if I post a few pictures and no one says I’m pretty I will start believing I’m getting uglier and uglier and my time is done but this is NOT healthy and the truth it the people in your life they love you and your face and they won’t be bothered by what you think is a bad picture. They also won’t think you think too much of yourself for posting it, so do it. Don’t make excuses, do it. It’s your face, watch it. Don’t waste a lot of time thinking about how people feel about that face, it’s the one face you have. Most people will just like it because your face is a face they are fond of.

A practical tip is doing what I do and taking it as an art project. What colors do you like? What is a concept you want? What music are you listening to? What kind of picture would match the feelings of that song? Think about these, put up a look, a make up, take a shower, comb your hair all nice, watch some makeup tutorials or don’t and go for a clean face but add some vaseline or moisturizer to make it glow, get some good lightening and a fair enough camera (just a good cellphone camera will do god knows mine sucks) and try some faces, make different ones, try out those 100 ones and have fun, don’t get frustrated you don’t owe anyone a good picture. You can take some photos from a window, under the sunlight, your eyes will look so pretty no matter what they look like and your skin will shine, have fun, set up a story. Your face is just an element as are the colors and the song you though about

and finally, remember: this is the face you have this is the body you have, register it, embrace it, know it. People say selfies are self congratulatory or narcisistic and I don’t think that would be bad because we should love ourselves but remember that they’re also the way you register who you are and how you answer the questions of how you look how you portray yourself, it’s a way to know yourself a little better, even if she just to find out which angles work better or whatever, but it’s you taking control of your image. There’s nothing wrong with that. GO. Have some fun with it.

You’re complicated and intricate work of art. You’re beautiful.

#selfies #self love #hi im thatu #Anonymous

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