'i really wanted to see more'

I have a confession... I don’t belong here.

I’m not usually one to to say how she feels, let alone write down how she feels, but recent events have made it hard to hide where I’m at, so I thought I’d take a page from my good friend’s book and lay it all out here. To see if it helps.

Over the last few months really exciting things have been happening. Some things you know about, some you don’t. Suffice it to say life is good. And I’m terrified. I am utterly a fish out of water. I am lost and confused. And no one knows it. My life used to be small. I was a sun flower in a small garden. I thrived on what water I had and was fine. Fine. ish. I wanted more. I pretended that I knew more than I did so that I wouldn’t seem like such and outsider to my peers. Fake it till you make it, right? I knocked down doors that were locked and found opportunities that were hidden away form me. I was succeeding at the unimaginable. And then I pushed. And I pushed. And I pushed. Until I found myself weeping from a broken back because I had been pushing at brick walls that wouldn’t budge. I’d pushed too hard. And I became so terrified that I would be discovered as a fraud that I became selfish and insensitive. All to conceal a devastating fact. I don’t belong here.

I grew up on a small farm. We as kids worked the farm to help out. My mother moved us around where she could find work when my father lost his eyesight. we struggled always but we survived. This isn’t meant to be a pity party. My folks are strong as fuck. My point is, none of this is supposed to happen to girls like me. I was just a girl who loved to make people laugh, who loved the theatre and was terrified of being invisible. But recent events have put me in a position where lack of anonymity is making my screw ups more prevalent to some. And its an awful feeling. I try really hard to appear to be a person that is supposed to live in this kind of situation I’m in, because I love it here. But the secret is, I have no idea what I’m doing. So I fuck up. And I perhaps come across as self-absorbed and opportunistic as a sad attempt to look mightier than the small town girl that I really am. This is my way of keeping people far enough away that they wont see the cracks in my armour.

Here’s my other big secret. I love a lot. Like A LOT. I cant help it. My attraction to good humans can not be harboured and I am not ashamed. You look at my phone and I generally have 7 text threads going on any given day. I want to know everything about you at all times. I want you to share your deepest passions and griefs with me. I wanna know you inside and out! Here’s the thing, I don’t like to let people love me. Fucked up right? I want to love you but I don’t want you to need me. Cause I’ll disappoint you and you’ll go away and then it’ll all be for nothing. If I’m really scared of your love i’ll be unemotional, or distant, or if you’re really lucky- I might even be mean. 

Anyway this is my point: This exact life I’m living right now is a combination of my greatest dream and my most terrifying nightmare. I am not invisible and I can’t escape the love and the loving needs of others. I’m living a life that many including myself have only dreamed of. And I’m terrified that I’m just going to screw it all up.

So I’m writing this to let you know I’m going to work really really hard and do my absolute best to not fuck this up. Any of it. This is the steepest learning curve I’ve ever had in my life and I can no longer hide the fact that I feel in over my head. But stick with me, K? I’ll figure it all out really soon. 

Thank you for everything that you’ve given me and the patience you continue to give me. I’m sorry if it seems like I’ve taken your love for granted. It’s actually just the opposite. I just didn’t want you to know ;)

This is a tune I like when I’m feeling lost in my brain. It’s a song from me to me.

into my arms

length: 1.2k

genre(s): fluff

warnings: none

simon gets his sandwiches and snowbaz goes stargazing

a/n: thank you to @bazwearsjeans for the beta!! and to @andonewillbringhisfall for organizing the leavers ball!! (sorry this is late lol) from now until july 31st i will be posting every wednesday so track the tag #egfics to see new fics ^__^


Baz finally got us some sandwiches. Well, he got me some sandwiches. He’d sat and talked with Cook Pritchard while I’d scarfed down about four. I suspect he didn’t want to eat in front of her; I understand all of that now. I understand Baz now. Well, as much as he’ll let me. Which is more than he used to, really. It helps that I pay attention; that I think about him. Not that I didn’t think about him before, I just think differently now. About him. About us.

Once Baz had decided I’d eaten enough, he’d bid Cook Pritchard good night and all but dragged me out the door and onto the Great Lawn. Which is where we are now. The Great Lawn. Stretched out under the stars, lying side by side. I can feel my wings digging into my back, but I barely notice as Baz takes my hand and rests it over his heart. I can feel it thumping steadily under my hand, a familiar feeling. Whenever we’ve shared a bed–which isn’t often–I like to sleep with my ear to his chest. He laughs at me for it, but it’s soothing. He’s soothing. It’s strange to think that.

My hand is rising and falling as with every breath Baz takes, and I feel it hitch when I start to move my hand. Just slowly–down and up–barely reaching his stomach. When my fingers finally brush across his ab muscles, they’re tense, like he’s preparing for an attack. “Someone could walk out,” he whispers, and I laugh.

“Haven’t I established that I don’t care?”

Baz just shakes his head and smiles indulgently. His smile grows wider when I roll over until I’ve nearly got him pinned underneath me. Baz’s hair is slicked back, but a piece has fallen out. It makes me want to free all the strands, so I do. He grunts in surprise as I slide my fingers through his silky hair, loving the way it feels in my hands. I tug gently, and Baz’s eyes widen. I do it, and grin when he groans.


“Snow,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, “what are you doing?” Instead of answering, he ducks his head down and slams his mouth into mine. It’s just as much of an assault as before, but I’m used to it by now. I’m not used to this side of Snow, though. Tonight he’s clingy, all roving hands and cheeky smiles. I’m not sure what’s changed, but I’m bloody well not going to question it, now am I?

Snow lets go of my hair and brushes his fingers past my neck. They’re warm, as usual, and the difference in temperature makes me gasp. He takes advantage of my open mouth, shoving his tongue into my mouth and catching me by surprise. (Good surprise. Always a good surprise.) He tastes a bit like roast beef, and instead of being a turn off, it just makes my mouth water. I’m so hungry.

I put my hands on Snow’s chest and shove, hard. Instead of rolling off me, he just sits up on his knees, towering above me with a knee on either side of my thighs. I can barely see him in the moonlight, but his hair is tousled and his lips look kiss-swollen. He’s panting heavily and I want nothing more than to grab him by the collar and pull him back down to me, except I’m afraid.

“What the hell, Baz?” Simon asks, trying to catch his breath. “Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head. I don’t want to admit I’m afraid of hurting him. I try to subtly run my tongue along my teeth, hoping Simon won’t notice. That would be even more of a buzzkill. I don’t feel my fangs, I don’t even feel them beginning to pop out, and now I feel a bit silly. How Simon notices my faint flush in the dark, I have no idea, but he reaches out and strokes my cheek softly.

“You aren’t going to hurt me.” He sounds so certain that I almost want to believe him. Maybe I do believe him.

“Snow…” I say. “Simon…” But I don’t get to finish, because his lips are on mine and somehow his hands have made it to the collar of my shirt. His fingers linger at the top button.

“Is this okay?” I nod. Normally I would chastise him for getting my suit dirty, but it’s like something strange has come over me. Simon revealing his insecurities broke open something inside of me, something soft and delicate that I don’t recognise. Something that apparently wants my boyfriend to undress me right here on the Great Lawn.

As if reading my mind, Simon snorts. “I don’t want to get you starkers. Just–” He unbuttons the top two buttons and drops his head, kissing, and sucking at my neck until it feels like I’m melting. One of his hands slips back into my hair, and the other one starts to sneak down my chest until his fingers begin to creep under the hem of my shirt.

Crowley, is this what dying feels like? Every nerve in my body is on fire; Snow is attacking from all sides and I’m completely helpless under him. I’m convinced this is all I can bear when he starts grinding against my thigh. My hips jolt, nearly throwing him off of me, and then everything stops. The hands. The kissing. The grinding.

I groan. “Why did you stop?”

“Do you want to keep going?” he asks, sounding nervous.

“Merlin, yes,” I exhale. Simon still looks nervous, and his eyes keep darting in the direction of the ball. The one that’ll be ending soon. Oh. Oh. “We don’t have to keep going,” I say, trying to hide the regret in my words. “Not if you don’t want to.”

“Don’t be daft. Of course I want to keep going…just…shouldn’t we be getting back? Won’t people be wondering where we are?”

“No,” I say, thinking of my bed back in our old room; of all my old fantasies. Of pressing Simon into the mattress. “No, I have a better Idea.”


Baz’s voice promises something exciting, and the hand on my waist keeps dipping lower and lower. It brushes my arse, and I stiffen, but he’s only reaching for my tail. “So you don’t trip,” he murmurs, smooth as silk. Bullshit, I want to say back, but I’m too intrigued to argue. I let him guide me across the lawn, trying to hide how nervous I am. Where is he taking me? I must seem worried, because he stops walking.

Or maybe it’s because we’re here. In front of Mummer’s House. “Baz?” I ask, and he smirks at me. It starts to falter when I don’t answer back, and his hand drops from my back.

“We don’t have to,” he says apologetically, “I just thought…”

“I know,” I say, reaching for him, grabbing his upper arms and stroking them soothingly. “I know,” I repeat, “and it’s okay. I want to.”

He looks up at this, squints as he studies my face to gauge whether I’m serious. I am. I hadn’t thought I’d want to go back to our old room, but now that I’m here, it sounds perfect. I let my arms drop as I wait for his answer.

“Okay,” Baz says, sounding relieved. “Okay, yeah. Let’s go then.” He smiles as I take his outstretched hand, and we climb the stairs. Together, for the first time ever.

Side by side.

anonymous asked:

I really don't want to sound rude but, why are there so many fat posivity posts but only for women? I've never seen a single one of them for boys :/ and that makes me feel sad

I don’t really have a definite answer, but some things to contribute to this are:

1. Many fat positive blogs are run by women. I don’t see ones run by men for men very often.

2. Women are affected by the intersection of fatphobia and misogyny, which means that (all other things being equal) fatphobia can be far more difficult for women and can affect them more negatively. And this makes it crucial to focus on that intersection.

3. Many male positivity posts are usually made as an attack on women instead of to build up men. I don’t know if you have noticed this, but most posts I see for men have some kind of line in there like “take that feminists,” “women have no idea how hard it is to be body shamed,” “women aren’t held to the high standards men are,” “men have it just as hard as women if not worse,” and that kind of thing. They also tend to lack intersectionality and don’t always recognize fatphobia as a concept. It’s like they think it’s a product of women’s shallowness rather than of society. All of this combined means the few blogs that do exist for men aren’t always safe spaces.

4. Many fat male positivity spaces are created by fat fetishers. Which, you know, isn’t all that positive.

I think there SHOULD be fetish free feminist spaces for fat men that are intersectional and focus on male issues. I really do. I hope people make some. Because men deserve that. But I think for that to happen, more men need to be willing to educate themselves on fat acceptance and feminism and make these spaces themselves. And I hope they do.

Anon, if you can’t find a space for you, make one. And if you can’t make one, encourage othes to make one! Because we need this. The world needs this. Men deserve to feel good about their bodies without feeling fetishized or like they’re being used as a tool against women. They deserve to feel like people value them and support them!

-Mod Bella

Being in a polyamorous relationship with Jughead and Archie

A/N: I wanted to take a break from OLiG and go for something that’s caught my eye. I don’t really see these kinds of imagine/drabbles in the fandom so I wanted to shine some light. If you like these, I’ll make more

  • Being part of their friendship since the beginning, so when they split, you stayed with Jughead
  • In the time, he came out to you as asexual and you came out to him as polysexual
  • You better believe you two supported the SHIT out of each other, and made some jokes too
    • “At least you can have sex twice, (Y/N)! I can’t even think of sex without internally cringing!
    • “Do you even know the definition of polysexual? It can be MORE than two people, Juggie!”
  • When Jughead and Archie got back together, you were the one helped mend the broken ends and fixed everything
  • Jughead and Archie sitting at Pop’s one day, waiting for you to come and Jughead accidentally let it slip to Archie
    • “Where is (Y/N)? I miss my poly princess.”
  • Archie was shocked to say the least, but when you entered the restaurant, he forgot why he was confused
    • “Why do you two look like you’ve seen a ghost?”
  • Archie giving you an open hearted speech about how you should’ve told him and he accepts you because he’s always loved you
  • Jughead spilling he loves you too
  • You drop the idea about being in the relationship and they both were hesitant, but when you explained they wouldn’t be dating each other, they were fine
  • During school, Archie held your hand and Jughead carried your books
  • People giving confused glances as both guys kissed you goodbye 
  • Reggie and the football team calling you names and picking on you
    • “Hey look, it’s the Riverdale whore herself!”
  • Putting on a brave face throughout the teasing, but breaking down at Pop’s one night with the guys, Veronica, Betty, Cheryl and Kevin
  • Both guys held your hand while Kevin and Cheryl potted the guys’ demise
  • Veronica and Betty still being confused about the relationship but they still protected it
  • The next day, Archie punched Reggie and they got into a huge fight, and Jughead held you behind him, protecting you
  • Holding ice to Archie’s black eye
    • “That was dumb of you, but thank you for trying to help.”
  • Cuddling with Archie on nights Jughead was working on his book
  • Jughead sharing his fries with you, and that meant a lot to both of you
    • “Jughead Jones the Third, you, sharing fries, with MOI?!”
  • When FP is thrown into jail, you cuddle the SHIT out of Jughead (taking some pointers from when Archie cuddles you)
  • Stealing Jughead’s beanie and Archie’s football jacket
  • One day, Archie sees you in his shirt and he realized how much he loves you
  • You two have sex make love that night and it was something you’d never expect Archie to be so great at
  • But then again, you two did have sex like three other times before this
    • “You somehow always blow me away everything.”
  • Jughead feeling left out sometimes, so you two spend weekends at the Drive-In, holding hands, cuddling, and talking ranting
  • Both guys would protect you until the end of time
  • They loved you endlessly
  • Being shocked everyday by their stupidity, and carelessness for you
  • Loving those goofballs until the end of time

Originally posted by archiesabs

nerdalay  asked:

I am THRILLED to see a new Science Officer Jim comic! Your drawings/comics of him never fail to make me SO HAPPY!!!!!! If you just happened to decide you wanted to draw him more, I will be right here with pom poms and one of those big foam fingers. There is a special place in my heart for that AU. <3 Thank you for always making my day! No matter what you draw!

Need to Know Basis:

Hey loves!!! This one is a request from @juggiebettyy

I’m not really sure how to put in request and idk if you want to even do this but: imagine Betty and Jughead dating in secret and Veronica spies them one day through a window from a classroom (like how juggie found out about Archie and Grundy) and when she tells the rest of the group they don’t believe her but when they all hang out they start to notice things they didn’t before (there’s a name for this but idk) and maybe they confront them? I just kind of really want to see this :)”

I’m not thrilled with the way this turned out, but I hope you enjoy it! Xx

Oh and for anyone having trouble with the “read more” link here is the AO3 link-


“Hey Jug,” Betty greeted, walking into the Blue and Gold room.

Jughead, who had been glaring at this laptop, averted his eyes from the screen and directed them toward the blonde.

A small smirk found its way to his face as he took her in. Her hair was tied back in its usual pony tail, but her body was clad in her cheerleading uniform; one that gave him a generous view of her long, slender legs.

“Get lost on your way to the football field?” He asked, eye brows raised and running a hand through his unruly raven locks, beanie long discarded in frustration.

Betty shrugged moving to sit on the edge of his desk, the short skirt riding a little higher up her thighs with the action. Jughead’s eyes followed the fabric distractedly for a moment, before he remembered himself and met her eyes again.

It was Betty’s turn to smirk as she noticed his obvious ogling, her heart fluttering in her chest and her stomach swarming with butterflies.

“Ha ha. Actually I came armed with vending machine food to battle your writers block.”

To accentuate her point, Betty dropped some candy bars and a packet of chips on the desk in front of the sardonic boy.

Jughead felt that warmth in his chest that was beginning to become quite familiar in her presence. He was fast learning what it was like to be cared for and about by another, all thanks to Betty Cooper and her adorable little gestures.

“You are an angel I swear,” Jughead exclaimed dramatically, his face lighting up with a grin that made Betty blush.

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anonymous asked:

But we black people don't have enough representation while you white people have it all. It is the responsibility of graphic makers to include representation so it's only right to do Greek Myth graphics with black people.

This message is so wrong on so many levels I don’t even know where to start.

It is never the responsibility of a graphic maker to include what you want to see. I agree, poc have too little representation. But it is not the responsibility of a graphic maker to change that. 

And it is neither fair nor right to put the wrong representation on Greek mythology. Greek myths have never been black. Greek myths were created from Greeks, a white to olive skinned folk. They weren’t black.

There are a lot of really great black/poc mythologies. Egyptian, Bantu, Nubian, Maasai and so so many more. Do graphics for those. But stop erasing the real roots of Greek mythology. 

Tumblr is not the place to fight, the real world is. 

anonymous asked:

Messages are unavailable but I just really wanted to express gratitude. I fell in love with your comic on WebToon. It's just amazing to see characters with they/them pronouns, non nuclear family models, and poly relationships. I'm poly and have never seen anything in media that depicts a poly relationship. I know there are plenty of others who feel under represented that appreciated your comic as well. Just. Thank you for including different ideas without making it clunky or awkward. <3 -T

Thank you so much <3333
I’m so happy you enjoyed it :D

(If you’re looking to read more stories with poly relationships try Shootaround (also on webtoon) and the books Adaptation and Inheritance by Malinda Lo. They’re both amazing.

anonymous asked:

i love greg universe but i always feel sad and uncomfortable watching the dear old dad episode does it feel like hes a little out of character there to you because it kind of does to me..... :/ greg is supposed to be a nice man he like shouldnt want to take advantage of his kid

Greg doesn’t live with Steven, he watches 3 gems raise him and he doesn’t really see him a whole lot.

All he wanted in that episode was to spend more time with his son.

He must be really hard for Greg. I’m sure he thought he would be married to Rose and they would have Steven and live happily ever after but now Rose is gone and Steven is off on dangerous adventures and Greg is left behind.

I don’t blame him at all for how he acted,

he just loves Steven a whole lot

following up on my post last night: Jim being mentally ill is a really important headcanon to me, not just because I’m projecting and want to see more positive portrayals of mental illness in media (though that is the case), but also because the show already seems to hint at it so much??

Before Jim’s even given the responsibilities of the Trollhunter, we have Strickler pointing out how exhausted, overwhelmed, and distracted Jim seems, and then offering for Jim to come see him if Jim ever wants to talk about what’s troubling him. Now Strickler might just be a really nice teacher, but in my experience a teacher doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, let alone offer to talk about it with you outside of class, unless you’ve been behaving like something’s wrong for a decent amount of time. Continuous fatigue, excessive worrying, and an inability to concentrate are symptoms of an anxiety disorder.

We quickly learn Jim’s default mode is pretty much Panic 90% of the time. Panic and Fear. Jim himself admits that the first rule of being a Trollhunter, “always be afraid”, is the one rule he doesn’t have to work on, insinuating he’s already always afraid. An anxiety disorder also brings greater significance to rule #1. Something generally only thought of as a burden is kinda beneficial here. Being afraid makes you a hero in this world and, as someone who has anxiety, I think that’s pretty cool.

You could also argue Jim’s extreme response to the grit-shaka hints at an anxiety disorder. As another user put it: the totem could’ve just been messing with Jim because he’s human, but maybe he’s just so used to constantly being afraid and worrying and panicking that when he had no fear, when that all went away, “it was so fundamentally different than how he was used to living, he didn’t know how to handle it.” 

Jim has 1 best friend, only really talks to that person, and doesn’t seem keen on expanding his social circle beyond that except for Claire who he only gets the courage to talk to after Strickler’s encouragement. I get the sense that Jim doesn’t care much about knowing the rest of his peers and/or he’s too anxious to really try. He seems really mature for his age too, all of which can be explained by anxiety. And maybe depression.

Depression’s not as obvious as anxiety is in Jim, but he does come across as very beaten down, like all he wants is for things to stop for awhile. Indeed, there is a whole episode about Jim stopping time so he can work through his problems, and in retrospect that again seems more like anxiety–feeling like your thoughts are tangled and there’s not enough time to do anything–but I’d argue without that anxiety keeping him up and moving Jim would be left laying facedown on the ground feeling like metal weights are tied to his arms and legs, which is exactly what depression feels like.

We see hopelessness sometimes bleed into Jim’s fear. The most blatant example being when he thinks he’s going to die in his fight against Draal and he just accepts it. He “fades”, writing goodbye letters to his mom, Toby, and Claire. Cooking his mom’s favorite meal and conversing with her calmly over dinner like nothing’s wrong. Laying alone in his darkened bedroom later, looking sad and conflicted about what to do. It’s reminiscent of someone struggling with suicidal thoughts and I don’t know if the writers did that on purpose or not but that’s definitely the vibe I get.

Claire confronts Jim about his letter to her the next day, and Jim, feeling fine now, panics and rides with Claire’s assumption that he’s dealing with some mental monsters instead of telling her the truth, not unlike concealing the truth from others after a major depressive episode. Mental illness is the first thing Claire jumps to to make sense of Jim’s letter. She’s the second person to offer a listening ear if he ever wants to talk about what’s troubling him.

Barbara doesn’t read her letter. She wants Jim to just tell her whats going on with him, but he can’t because its hard and he doesn’t know how she’ll react and he doesn’t want to hurt her and wowie if fighting physical monsters and keeping it a secret ain’t a perfect metaphor for fighting mental monsters and keeping it a secret.

A metaphor that’s hammered in even MORE when human!Blinky disguises himself as Jim’s guidance counselor of all people, and Barbara isn’t even that surprised to discover Jim’s seeing a counselor. She, a medical professional, quickly accepts Jim’s dealing with some stuff and that’s why he’s been acting different and Jim, once again, just goes with the lie that isn’t entirely a lie. That’s 3 people who’ve assumed Jim’s struggling and needs someone to talk to based on his behavior: Strickler, Claire, and Barbara. 

And Jim struggling with his mental health ties in perfectly with the comparisons drawn between he and Atlas. If anyone struggles the most mentally and physically, its Atlas, having to shoulder alone the impossible weight of the world. 

So, yeah, headcanoning characters with the same struggles as you is fun and comforting, but there’s a lot of canon evidence suggesting Jim really could have anxiety and depression.

karitaber  asked:

Every aspect of my life feels so superficial. Is this normal for ADDers to feel this way? #ADHD #mentalhealth #adhdissues

It seems to happen to a lot of us. I often think about whether my life is really what I want it to be, really has meaning, etc. Sometimes I think we’re a lot more “deep” than people give us credit for, because all they see is distraction and flightiness. I think when that happens a lot, we start to believe it too.


Different Coloured Kids - ladyofthesun - Power Rangers (2017) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Power Rangers (2017)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Billy Cranston/Kimberly Hart/Trini Kwan/Jason Lee Scott/Zack Taylor, Billy Cranston/Jason Lee Scott
Characters: Billy Cranston, Jason Lee Scott, Trini Kwan, Trini (Power Rangers 2017), Zack Taylor, Kimberly Hart
Additional Tags: Gonna be a multi-chapter fic guys, Soulmate au- colours, will add more tags as the story progresses, OT5

Prompt: You can only see the world in black and white until you touch your soul mate for the first time.
OT5 with emphasis on Cranscott, Trimberly, and Zack/Jason
Shoutout to @authenticaussie for helping me write Billy properly, I wanted to get his character right and they really helped me with that :D


One drawing for Mark’s birthday wouldn’t have been nearly good enough. So here are a bunch of drawings in a wide range of art styles and emotions; hopefully one of them will touch on how much this guy actually means to me.

(I know this big mess/compilation doesn’t cover it, but it’s something. Honestly, I owe him so much more than just this.)

As someone who’s been posting a lot of fan art pretty consistently for over a year, I know the chances that Mark will actually see this are very, very minimal. But just in case:

-I’m sorry there aren’t 28 drawings. I would have liked to have done one really, really great drawing every day this month, but I’ve been busy with work.

-I could’ve participated in some organized community project because I know those are probably more meaningful, but I really wanted to do this on my own.

-Thanks for everything. I don’t really know how else I could word that without going into a novel of explanation/personal backstory/appreciation

-I hope you like it. Happy birthday, Mark!

Note: You guys are gonna get mad at me, because I will keep re-posting this every hour or so today. I need Mark to see it. Sorry in advance for the spam, okay?

darkinsidelight  asked:

Badass taekwondo cousin here! Upon realizing how large this family is, and how many people are sassy (including me, the sass is strong with this group), I wonder how the Dark!boys would handle it?

Dark would not handle it well. Considering how a lot of us would probably make jokes and poke fun at him, he’d get very irritated and probably just leave. Not before having a stern word with all of us. 

Natemare would just sass back. His sarcasm demolishes our combined powers and he’d leave us in a laughing fit and slightly shocked by what he was saying. 

Anti would pull pranks to get revenge. Some are really obvious but a few of us would still stumble into them. 
Others take days leading up too, but once the trap is sprung the person caught will see about four more pranks unfold before them as they just tripped the chain reaction of screams. 

A and Gear are banned from the house. I’m making that a rule! I don’t want none of my kids and family harmed! 

Wilford would sass back.  Not as much as Mare, but enough to rival alot of us. Then when he got fed up, he’d wave a gun and Light would probably have to tackle him to stop any one of us from getting hurt.

Host would find the whole thing amusing. Narrating everything that was going on, but adding his own little voices to each of our actions just to make it a little funnier.

theatrekidbojack  asked:

heidi hansen for the headcanon thing?

1: sexuality headcanon

I think she’s heterosexual. (I support people who headcanon her as bi, though!)

2: otp


3: brotp

I think I could see Heidi and Cynthia being friends. They don’t really react other than one rather explosive encounter, but I definitely think they could’ve been friends!

4: notp

Heidi/Her Ex-Husband

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

She wanted to be a musician when she was younger but her parents told her that it wasn’t a practical way to make money. She tries to encourage Evan into following a creative passion (writing, in his case) to give him the freedom of self-expression that she was never given.

6: one way in which I relate to this character

She wants everything to be good so much. I think we can all relate to that.

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

I guess…Second hand embarrassment…? How much she tries to be a Cool Mom™. I don’t blame her for wanting to be one, though. (There’s also a lot of things she does that I don’t necessarily enjoy, but that I understand why she did–i.e. her treatment of the Murphys and of Evan before/during “Good For You”) 

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

She does make a few mistakes, but she’s definitely still a cinnamony cinnamon roll.

Baby Boy - Dean Winchester Imagine

Summary: You’re a very powerful crossroads demon who gets summoned to the crossroads one night and to your surprise, it’s a little boy who wants nothing more than food for his little brother, Sammy.

Author: Admin C



You were getting quite annoyed with your most recent customer. They thought you were some kind of pawn shop. You asked for nothing more than their soul and they’re trying to negotiate by offering you their 16 carat ring.

“You know what? Fine. Give me the ring, but I’ll see you in hell.” You slipped the ring on your finger and watch the lady get into her car and drive away. You felt a presence behind you and sighed.

“If you’re going to try and negotiate anything, I suggest you-” You turned around and saw a little boy. Maybe seven years old, standing there with a smaller boy who was maybe three.

“I shouldn’t be here, but our dad hasn’t been back in a few days and my brother, Sam is growing hungry and I promised dad I’d take care of him.”

“Are you offering your soul to me for your brother?” He nodded and squeezed his little brother’s hand. You felt a tug on your heart that you had never felt before. You leaned down and kissed his forehead

“Baby boy, you’re just so young. You have your whole life ahead of you. Now come with me, I have a much better idea.” You grabbed his hand and led them towards the diner down the road. 

“Hey, Y/N. What can I get ya?” The waitress asked as you sat down with the boys in the booth.

“Get them whatever they want. Me on the other hand, I just want some fries.” You felt a poke on your arm and you turned to look at Sammy. He pointed at the menu to a picture of chicken stripes.

“Is that what you want?” He nodded.

“Get the kid some chicken stripes.” The waitress smiled and took down the orders and left.

“Why didn’t you take my soul?”

“I didn’t want yours today.”

“Why not?”

“I’m waiting. You can give it to me next time, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you for the food.”

Almost 20 years later

“Hello, Dean.”

“It’s you?”

“It’s me. It’s been awhile. How’s Sammy?” Dean looked down at the ground.

“That’s actually why I’m here. I need you to bring him back for me. He was shot and h-he’s gone.” You felt the same tug in your heart you felt almost 20 years ago.

“You’re offering me your soul for your brother?”

“It’s next time and you’ve waited long enough.”

“Baby boy, go to your brother now. I only ask for one thing and it’s not your soul.”

“But you said-”

“That was then and this is now. You’re one of the greatest hunters of all time and you haven’t killed me yet and I’m thankful and I’d like to keep it that way.

“Is that all you want?”

“From you? I’d ask for nothing more.” You walked over and kissed his forehead just like you did 20 years ago. You turned around and disappeared back to your place in hell.


anonymous asked:

Literally After touken became canon all the haters rises or more like they become even more aggressive. I was in naruto and bleach fandom before and it was hell, too much hate especially right after the pairing became canon. I just want to enjoy tg in peace and now in the tag i see those haters/antis since i follow tg and touken tag

Honestly Anon, I really hesitated to answer you (no offense) because I have no idea why you chose to complain to me about those haters. :/
Still no offense, but I hope you also realize that the more you openly complain about them, the more you give them what they want because you show that they’re getting to you, and so if you really want to enjoy TG in peace, well, you should simply do so, by starting to ignore them.

If there is one thing fandom experience should put into your head with a hammer, it is that you will never be able to make everyone agree on anything, especially on the matter of ships for the main characters.
Starting from there, why do you even care about how haters act or what they say? Why not simply enjoy TG and the development of Kaneki and Touka with other open-minded fans, instead of focusing on the ones who don’t agree with you? 

I know and I understand why it’s hard sometimes to simply close your eyes when it’s making you mad, but try to think of bloggers who aren’t just bothered in the tags but also in their askbox. If it’s just the tags, you have means to deal with it, starting by blocking all the hating blogs if you can’t ignore them.

TG is not your first fandom experience apparently, so just learn from what you’re experimenting and complaining about, because all the fandoms are similar: one day, TG will end and the tags will die. Until then though, people will keep on complaining about every little thing that they don’t like (be it characters, ships, writing) because that’s just how Western fandoms are. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I cannot stress this point enough though, it is the same thing in every fandom  and as much as I can understand how annoying haters can be, if you don’t start to ignore them instead of complaining, then you’re playing right into their hands and you’ll be bothered for the rest of TG, as well as for other series that you’ll discover later. And I don’t know, I’m not you, but I’m not sure that it is what you want your enjoyment of a series with a fandom to be like.

Finally, I must say this, one reason I really dislike this kind of asks (not that it’s your fault, you couldn’t have known, but just please hear me out for next time) is that it’s easy to complain about haters when:

  • Some Kaneki/Touka fans can be as disrespectful towards other ships or characters or plot developments as these haters you are complaining about and I find this to be really ironic and hypocritical.
  • Some fans complain about hatred everywhere and how unbearable it is, but I follow the ‘Kanetou’ tag that I often check on mobile (so no filter) and I haven’t seen hatred in there since even before ch122 (maybe I’m jinxing it with this answer though xD).
  • Haters aren’t everything to this fandom and by acknowledging them you’re basically ignoring all the great blogs that managed to detach themselves from the annoying content in the tags -> so if the tags are hard to live through for you, then simply leave the tags for a little while and focus on following cool and respectful people.

I hope you understand that I’m not angry at you or anything, it’s just that I really couldn’t care less about those haters. My dash has been haters/hatred free for a long while now and I follow many different people for many different series which all have a part of the fandoms prone to hating, so it’s just about learning to make your blogging environment what you want it to be. 

Anon, you gotta learn to coexist with them within the same fandom because, no matter what you do, they won’t disappear until TG ends, but acknowledging them is basically just giving them the feeling that their hating posts are working so… bad idea. xD

Go enjoy TG in peace Anon and don’t bother with haters. ;)

anonymous asked:

The hair and make up department really need to change up Iris' hair every now and then. I want to see her hair curly. I want to see Bun-Bun Iris again. I want her wearing a head band. I want to see more braids. I want her hair to flow without the extensions. Come on, guys. 😒

Good luck with that. 💀 But definitely agree her hair should be more versatile, but I’m not angry that it’s not gonna happen.