(i got lazy with this which is why it's so ugly)

Recent JPN Teen Magazine Situation

when i first saw the translations of the new jpn teen magazine here i saw ppl being upset (which i dont blame) but i already knew right away it was fishy and figured those are all old interviews/festa from the past. and looking into it, i was right lmao, so no we gonna go into the details right now and compare the old to the new

part 1. sexy or cute question 


pt.2 describing the members







Pt.3 KBOYS x smart Magazine 2015 SS issue 



the text segment, i highlighted the things they said that was used for the new magazine

what hoseok “said” in the new magazine

q: long or short (hair) which do u like?
q: pants or skirt
“one piece (dress)”
q: sneakers or heels?
q: smthn thats nonnegotiable (w.e the fuck this means)
 "high heels and fancy looks are no good"

old interview

what yoongi “said” in the new magazine 

q: long/short (hair) which do u like? tall/short?
“doesnt matter”
q: pants or skirt
“skinny pants" 
q: sneakers or heels?
q: smthn thats nonnegotiable
“dressing up in different fashion”

old interview 

what jin “said” in the new magazine

q: long or short (hair) which do u like?
q: tall or short?
“doesnt matter”
q: pants or skirt
“skinny pants" 
q: sneakers or heels?
q: smthn thats nonnegotiable
“clothes that dont match ur age is no good”

old interview 

what tae “said” in the new magazine

q: long or short (hair) which do u like?
“short or long black hair”
q: tall or short?
“doesnt matter" 
q: pants or skirt
"skinny pants/skirt”
q: sneakers/heels?
q: smthn thats nonnegotiable
“fashion similar to mine”

yall get the idea, im too lazy to do the other three lol you can find the old interview here

as for the ugly skin type preference question, im just gonna assume they used old interviews as well like i mean…thats what they did for the other questions so like lol namjoon, jin and tae said they liked pale skin back in the old days, jimin and hoseok never said anything which is why the magazine said it didnt matter, yoongi was fucking weird bc im pretty sure vato said he didnt care at all abt appearance multiple times and as for jeongguk, early 2014 he said he preferred pale skin and then after ahl he said he preferred tan skin which is why the magazine said he liked both

so BAM none of this shit is new, thank god, its all old shit piled up together, modified and then got called “new”

HOWEVER with the skin preference question i didnt appreciate how some of ya tried to defend bts smh what was said was ugly but luckily its in the past, just be aware of the things bts said before and know its wrong, you can still support them while doing that


Edgy Fluff Hcs

A promise is a promise and i am a onion of my words;

  • Dark tends to have a lot of muscular problems due to how stressed and overwhelmed he is in a constant daily basis, he often suffers a lot of spine/back pain and headaches due to this. 
    Anti is totally aware of this and that is why when Dark is laying down ( when he ever lays down) Anti sits on him so he doesn’t move and starts doing massages on his upper back. 
    You can hear the cracking Dark’s back while he does so, those were very needed.
  • Then Dark stretches like a grumpy cat and is tbh so pleased but won’t thank him cause that would mean being nice.
  • Anti says ‘you’re welcome’ anyways. 
  • Dark is fan of romantic movies with sad endings, Anti prefers action movies or horror with gore. 
    Even though its not what he prefers Anti sits through Dark’s old-timey novellas without complaining.
    He says he can hear Dark’s faint heart beat faster while he watches them though he is showing no emotion.
  • When dark is-uh- preparing the meat for a dinner he often invites Anti to do it because he knows how much he enjoys the gore of it. 
    Anti looks like a 5 year old with a new toy every single time. 
  • As i already said before, Dark washes Anti’s hoodies cause the virus is just lazy. But he does not stop there, poor man ends up doing the full laundry very often. 
  • Anti knows how soul wrecking (from his point of view) is to wash clothes so in a exchange he ends up cleaning Dark’s room. When it ever needs some sort of cleaning. 
  • Dark has a tendency of scratching the back of Anti’s ears when he does a good job on something. Anti loves it. 
  • Even though it is rare, when Dark has his downer moments Anti is the one to drag him out of his room or even medicate him accordingly. In these Dark is almost unresponsive so that takes a lot of effort. 
  • In the other hand when Anti has his psychotic episodes it always ends up with Dark hugging Anti tight and locking him on place so he does not create any more havoc on their home. Anti does the impossible to break free, from mutilating the back of Dark with his claws of chewing his neck out, still does not work because Dark is determined in not moving, no matter how much it hurts. It takes at least a week for Dark to recover from the bad ones, which is why under his neat suit sometimes he is wrapped in bandages.
  • Even though these two are constantly colliding due to how different they are, they managed to have a working and healthy (in their sense) living environment. These took years to generate. You can say they finally learned to appreciate the differences they have.
  • Dark has a collection of ties, Anti tries to help by stealing getting him new ones, even though he is not aware, Anti has a terrible fashion sense and the ties end up being awful in patterns.
  • Dark still uses these ugly af ties his fav one is the one with the ugly flamingos on it. 
  • The main reason Dark got into cooking ( and is now a amazing chef) and hunting is because in the early days Anti would simply not eat at all.
    This would end up in him being a sack of bones for days which Dark found both disturbing and worrying. 
  • “What type of food you like?”
    “A type i cannot get locked up in here.”
    “Try me”
  • Oh and let me mention of cheesy Anti gets when he tries to calm down a furious Dark.
    “No it is not, i would sell Mark to Satan for a corn chip and you know that. I’m here and I listen, please calm down, it’s okay, tell me what is bothering you.”
  • Anti wears Dark’s suits when he is out of clean clothes, these often are too big for him so they look hilarious on him, except the pants, the pants are always too short for Anti.

I have more so ya’ll let me know if you want me to write more.

If you think you’re worthless, stop scrolling right now and read.

I’m writing this for a specific mutual, but it isn’t only true for one person, so read on.

You know those inspirational posts you see people reblog every day?

Stuff about people all throughout history who failed and went bankrupt and were depressed and were told they weren’t good enough - and yet somehow they rose above it and defied all those notions to become heroes and legends and history makers and culture movers. And the post always ends with “so don’t be hard on yourself when you mess up” and it’s all nice and sweet and pretty. Maybe you scroll past them. Maybe you hardly ever see them on your dash at all.

Maybe you’re among those who reblogs these posts.

But maybe every time you hit the reblog or the like button, your brain is whispering “this isn’t about you” and “yes people can do amazing things, but not you” and “ah yes amazing stories, too bad it will never happen to you” and you listen to these whisperings and you laugh and shake your head…

Because you know exactly where you stand: worthless. irredeemable. a loser. a lost cause.



Listen to me.

As your friend.

As a stranger who doesn’t know you. Who doesn’t have to know you, or your failings, or your depression, or your anxiety, or your embarrassments, or your deepest darkest most heinous crimes.


Just stop.

Look up. Look around you. Open. Your. Eyes. Are they open? Good. Keep them open. Don’t ever close them again. See the world. See you: a human being, valid, flawed, journeying, changing, growing, scraping, failing, rising, a masterpiece that will never be made again.

You are beautiful. You who think you are overweight and lazy. You are beautiful. You who think you are stupid and uneducated. You are beautiful. You who think you are a loser, and amount to nothing. You are beautiful. You who bleed and ache and never rest. You are beautiful.

You have worth.

Want to know a secret? If you wake up in the morning and tell yourself you’re not going to amount to anything that day, then you aren’t going to. If you go to bed at night thinking nothing will change tomorrow, then you are going to change nothing.

Because you’ve resigned yourself to that lie. And it is a lie, friend. A straight-out, soul-condemning, out-of-the-pit, self-deprecating, self-pitying lie. A lie you don’t have to believe. A lie you should not believe.

If you stand in the corner and bow your head and stare at the ground, you’ve already lost the battle without fighting. This is a surrender in which there is no honor, and in it there is no hope.

Life isn’t easy, friend. Life isn’t fair. It’s hard. And getting things done is hard. Some days, just getting up out of bed is hard. Just breathing. Just doing homework. Just going to work. Just trying to keep the dishes and trash from overflowing.

But we do it anyway.

Why? Because there’s life to live. There are choices to be made. Jokes to laugh at. Awkward conversations to be had. Art to mess up and start over on. Jobs to work. Pizza to be eaten.

We do it anyway.

So guess what?

You do it anyway too.

Why? Because of this:

You are special.

Right now, this second, turn off the voice that hears these Disney-fied words and scoffs and ignores them. Listen.

There is not a human being who has ever lived or ever will live on this planet that is not important, that is not here for a reason. No life is worthless, and most certainly not yours. My God doesn’t make worthless things, and he doesn’t make mistakes. There are no extra pieces in this universe, no spare parts. He made you. And he made you for a purpose, and that purpose is not to sit in your room, afraid to try, afraid to love, afraid to hope, afraid to climb and fall and hurt and get back up again.

Want to know another secret? You aren’t alone. Every single human being in the history of everything has struggled with feeling worthless at some point in their life. Every single one. That is not a lie. Your feelings of worthlessness are not what is special about you. You are what is special about you. The God who created you is what is special about you.

No matter what you’re going through, no matter what you’ve done, no matter what you have failed to do, someone else has gone through worse. Sometimes, a lot worse.

Oh, now you feel invalidated. “Why can’t I just believe in myself? Other people have it worse, I shouldn’t complain, I should just try harder, but I know trying harder isn’t going to help, so what’s the point.”

Guess what?

Stop that too.

Stop it dead in its tracks.

Kill that thought. Every day. Every morning. Every minute it shows its ugly lying face. Kill it and put it to rest. Stack headstones on top of it and move away, far far way, friend.

Don’t tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about. I don’t know where you’ve been, but you don’t know where I’ve been either. Don’t ignore hope because you think it’s for other people. Don’t keep yourself from making an effort, and pushing yourself forward. Bury the lie. You have worth. You are loved. You are important. God does not make worthless things.

One of my favorite lyrics says “How does it end when the war that you’re in is just you against you against you? You’ve got to learn to love, learn to love your enemies too.”

Learn to love.

Your enemy.


Start learning to see you the way God sees you.

See you the way I see you.




Just at the very beginning.

Every single day you wake up is a brand new start.

A bright new chance. Every. Single. One. You will never stop getting chances for as long as you are here, so why dismiss them? Isn’t that the most beautiful thing there is? You get to keep trying. Every single day. You have the gift to go again, try again, start again, live again, breathe again, hope again.

Guess what. When the morning is wasted, the afternoon is still there. When the afternoon is wasted, the evening is still there. When the evening is wasted, the night is still there. And then morning comes again.

So the next time you see a motivational post, an inspiring reblog, a story about how someone overcame something horrible, and turned it into something amazing, look long and hard and take courage, find hope in that. Stop dismissing it as being from a universe you have no part in. Stop putting yourself to that measuring stick and turning away because you’re not there yet.

You’re looking at the end result. At some point, they were standing in your shoes. They couldn’t see the end. They couldn’t see what they might or might not amount to. They had no idea, just like you now. Just exactly like you.

Hope, my friend. Every time you start to think “I can/will never” do this or that or amount to anything or accomplish anything… Hope. Stop those thoughts immediately. Kill them. Bury them. Never stop burying them. They are lies and you are better than them.

Drive them out. Open your eyes. Look around. Pick yourself up. Brush away the tears. “I will try. My God doesn’t make worthless things, so I am not worthless. My God does not create without meaning, so I have meaning. I am here for a reason. Today I will live to find out what that reason is for today. And tomorrow I will hope again.”

Life is hard, my friend. Stop beating yourself up. You are worth more and capable of more than you can ever imagine or hope or dream. Don’t let your past or present failures stop you or beat you down. Keep going, keep hoping, keep killing the lies. You are bigger than them, you go beyond them. And God is greater, and he knows your heart. Trust him. Wake up. Open your eyes. Move forward. Keep your eyes open.

“You’ve got all that emotion that’s heaving like an ocean
And you’re drowning in a deep, dark well
I can hear it in your voice that if you only had a choice
You would rather be anyone else

I love you just the way that you are
I love the way He made your precious heart

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

I know it’s hard to hear it when that anger in your spirit
Is pointed like an arrow at your chest
When the voices in your mind are anything but kind
And you can’t believe your Father knows best

I love you just the way that you are
I love the way He’s shaping your heart

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

Well how does it end when the war that you’re in
Is just you against you against you
Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies too

You can’t expect to be perfect
It’s a fight you’ve gotta forfeit
You belong to me whatever you do
So lay down your weapon, darling
Take a deep breath and believe that I love you

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies
Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies too

“The fuck are you wearing ?” - Wolverine x Reader

I saw a deleted scene from Reel Steel where Hugh Jackman is shirtless and then puts on a shirt, and besides the fact that he’s incredibly sexy, I couldn’t help but think…”What the fuck is he wearing ?” cause that shirt is…I don’t know I just find it funny. So…Here we go with a short and shitty Wolverine thing, because…Yeah. Boom, here, hope you’ll like it

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)


It was still rather early in the morning when you felt Logan’s side of the bed shift, and you groan as he slipped the arm that was under your head away, and stood up. You slowly opened one eye. In the light of the rising sun, you could see his naked silhouette gathering some clothes from his wardrobe. Damn he looked good. You wanted him to come back to bed…

-Logan, honey, it’s like - you quickly looked at your alarm clock- 6 am…Oh my god it’s 6 fucking am ! It’s Sunday, and you’re up at 6 am. The Hell is wrong with you ? 

You heard him chuckle as he put on some boxers and pants. You gave him a disappointed pout, because you wanted to check him out some more, and he just smiled at you, giving you one of his sexy wink he reserved for you only.

-I promised Cap’ we’d go on a motorcycle ride today, road trip you know. So we can talk about old times and such. 

You rolled your eyes to the sky, but couldn’t help the smile creeping on your face. To the surprise of many, the Wolverine was actually a great friend. Once you went threw his layers of being a bit rough and broody and a “lone wolf”, he was great to be around. He was always there for his close one, and if someone needed him, wether it was to talk, get drunk, or just hang out…He was up for it. Still, you sometime had trouble sharing. 

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since i can’t seem to stop cranking out pynch oneshots this week have another one (with a side of bluesy because why not):

It may have started as a joke, but Adam’s not laughing now.

It’s been a few months since everything happened. Some things (Blue finally being able to kiss Gansey) have been easier to adapt to than others (Noah’s disappearance, Ronan and Adam finding themselves co-parenting a half-goat girl) but they’re making it work.

Truly, Adam’s biggest problem at the moment is trying to decide if he wants to keep one or both of his jobs over the summer to save up for any college expenses not covered by his (very, very generous) full-ride scholarship.

And Ronan’s current outfit. That’s definitely jumped to the top of Adam’s list of problems.

Henry had decided they needed more fun in their lives and that it was time they acted like the teenagers they are before September rolls around and everyone goes their separate ways (well, Henry, Blue and Gansey are going one way and Adam and Ronan are going two other ways but the point still stands).

His lease for the Litchfield house is up at the end of June and he decides to have one last blow out party to celebrate.

But not just any party.

A costume party.

“You do know it’s fucking June, right?” Ronan had muttered when Henry had burst into Monmouth carrying streamers and cans of glittery spray paint.

“That I do, Lynch. Which is why it’s a costume party and not a Halloween party.” Henry had said with a grin.

And that was that.

Now it’s the morning of the party and Adam’s having a hard time keeping his mouth shut as he sprawls out on the bed and watches his boyfriend get ready. Ronan, pissy about dressing up (“It’s a costume party Lynch I think you can chill out on the whole ‘I don’t lie’ thing in this particular case”) had decided that if he was going to be forced to be someone else for the night, then naturally it would be at Gansey’s expense.

One orange polo shirt and a pair of pressed khaki shorts later and Adam is having a crisis. He’s never really been into Gansey’s particular aesthetic (neither had Blue, actually, which Adam privately finds hilarious) but there’s something about Ronan wearing his signature items that’s doing something to him.

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The Same.

-Junhoe x Reader

-When Junhoe agrees to babysit his niece, he would never in a million years expect the little tyke to turn his life upside down in the most unexpected way possible.


-I notice there isn’t too many writing of iKon maknae line out. I really wanna change that because all 7 of them are so awesome. I don’t wanna get stuck on just doubleB, which I do notice most of my writing is for them. I hope to put out more of the other boys.

Originally posted by junhwe-koo


“H-Hello?” The shaky voice spewing out from the speaker of your phone had your entire apartment halts in movement. It can’t be… Couldn’t be…

“Y/n?” Then it speaks up again, clearer this time, not a trace of hesitation in the way it so velvety wrapping your name in its soft tone. It was as though God had temporarily pressed pause on the movie that is your life. The TV was still blaring but falling on your deaf ears. The air sullen, sinking fast as cold wind rushing in from the seemingly warm spring day outside. Everything took on such a solemn note, almost peaceful. Your dog, Mattias, had stopped squirming around on the carpet, instead laying there with his legs up in the air gazing at you with inquisitive eyes. He must’ve heard it too.

“Jun..Junhoe?” You’re scare to speak up, to confirm that it is what you and your handsome boy, who was now moving on to licking his paws on the floor, heard.

“Yea, it’s me.” There it was again. Your brain still couldn’t register the familiar sound as anything but hallucination. It can’t be. You distinctively heard that annoying ringtone that you for the millionth time made a mental note to change but probably won’t.

“Uhm… Did you- I mean, hi.” Stuttering like a fool, you shut your eyes and grit your teeth in embarrassment even though he wasn’t there to see. The poor couch that had once hosted the owner of that voice during his many lazy day during his game session nearly break from you throwing your whole weight onto it out of utter mortification.

“Hi… I-I. I’m so sorry, Y/n. You know I wouldn’t call unless it was really dire.”

“It’s alright. What’s wrong?” 

It was so strange to hear him speak with no hidden sadness, not even a trace of bitterness lace in the soothing voice. For so long you had longed for him to sound out your name in the amicableness from before. Not the before of the weeks leading up to the painful break up. The before of playfully throwing veggies at each other while dinner bubbles away on the hot stove. Back when you cracking up in ribs splitting laughter whenever he does something completely stupid during your annual Y/n + Junhoe grand adventure. In those days where you could confidently claim you had him begging for in between lustful moans of the night. In the days where you were still his girlfriend. 

“I’m really panicking right now. Hani, my niece, I’m suppose to babysit her today and… God, Y/n. I don’t know what to do. I tried everything. I even freaking threaten to take her home if she don’t stop. I don’t know what else to do- I. Why did you made it look so easy when you babysat her. What do I do?” His voice wavers worse than a baby tree in a category 1 hurricane. He rans without even breathing and judging his heavy breaths, he must be really desperate.

“Slow down, Junhoe. Breathe. Listen to me. Breathe! It won’t do neither of you good if you pass out. Now, slowly, tell me what happened.” A few long breath could be heard huffing into the receiver end of his phone before a long sigh follows up with dead silent. You lean back in your chair, discomfort forcing its way out from how strange this all feel. 6 months, 6 months of nothing since the break up. He didn’t even grace you with the tiniest bit of salvation for your  aching heart even after you saw him arm in arm with the gorgeous cheery brunette that practically bounce her way down the busy street. 

“It started out so nice. We went to the park, we played, we watched movies. Then all of the sudden she won’t eat, she won’t play, she won’t listen to me. She just sat there and sulk. Then she threw a fit and spilled her lunch all over herself. I got irritated and she cry and now I wanna cry to and now she’s- She’s mad at me and I’m mad at her now too… and then…” The passion in his words dies out leaving you on the edge of your seat, anticipation coursing through your mind with all the worst scenarios. Above it all, why did he just call his girl. Why you.

“And then?” You whisper gently, careful not to shook anymore stress on the man that must be tearing his hair out by now.

“And then she, uh, she asked for you. She told me that it was all my fault you never come around anymore. You would know what she wants and all I do is just mess everything up. She’s crying so much that I don’t know what to do anymore, Y/n.”  The softness in his voice falters with the last syllable of your name. The before of sadness feigning its joyful counterpart of the break up week suddenly flood your mind with its present.

“I’m so sorry, Junhoe. I tried to explain to her that I had to leave…” You had always felt guilty for leaving everything in this wonderful part of your life you shared with him. Most of all, you felt the guilt of ruining the ultimate trust he gave you when he introduced his wonderful family to you.

“It’s not your fault. Kids, they just don’t understand breakups you know.” You cringe at the way the cursed word rolled off his tongue. Breakups. It’s such an ugly word to be tainting such a beautiful man with a kind heart and loving soul.

“Yea… I’m still sorry… for everything.”

“Thank you”

You both stay silent for how long, you didn’t really know. No doubts the rush of reminiscing, of running through all the wonderful memories you both made together also affected him because you could’ve sworn you heard that infectious chuckle of his. Somehow, somehow that made you smile even under all the tear you were shedding. 

“Did you want me to calm her down?” Deciding the silent was deafening enough, you speak up to clear the air. “Junnie? you there?” 

“uh, uhm, yea.” He cleared his throat, not a question in your mind that he caught himself on the endearing nickname you had always used. You on the other hand, hadn’t even caught it yourself. “Can I bring her over to your place? You still live in the same place right?”

“Yea, of course. You sure you don’t want me to come over there instead, easier?” You muse over his strange request seeing how it was much easier for one adult to make a trip rather than a 5 years old and a man child.

“I- I’m moving. Most my stuffs is already packed up so I figured it’d be easier over at a place with real household items.”

“Oh, I see. Why didn’t you just call your sister? Or your mom?”

“They’ve been so stress so I agree to help out… I don’t wanna be useless. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Just come over, you know your way. See you soon.”

“See you!”

30 minutes. 30 minutes it took you to realize what you had just agreed to. 30 minutes to realize the man you’re still hopelessly in love with that was no longer hopelessly in love with you was driving over with his 5 years old niece. 30 freaking minutes to realize you look like shit and your apartment even worse. 

“Shit. Why did I do this to myself” was the last thing you could utter before huffing away to a hot shower and a quick 10 minutes hair make up session. Praise the lord for the walk in closet because your mess of a room had just cleaned itself in the 2 revolution the long hand of the clock took. You had just thrown all the windows open when that familiar ding dong yanks your attention toward that white door. Your heart drums with all its might knowing just who stands just beyond that piece of wood. Nerve wrecks every cell in your body as you reach out to the cold piece of metal keeping you away from him. 

“Hey! Oh my God, Hani! Come here you little monkey!” 

“Auntie!!! YAY!” 

No sooner than the door slam into the wall with all the might a 5 years old could exerts, she was already in your arm clinging on like the monkey she is. 

“You’re so heavy now. I don’t think I can carry you anymore… Oh no, I’m gonna drop you!”

Loud shrieks tearing through the house luring a very exciting doggie charging toward the familiar laugh of the five years old. They were best buddies, inseparable since Hani was barely walking and Mattias was barely learning how to properly use his tiny puppy paws.

“MATTY!” She yelps for you to let go before the two of them dance happily in circle, whizzing away to your bedroom. Silent sinking over the warming apartment once again as you eye an awkward Junhoe standing there juggling with what you presume is Hani’s luggages. 

“Hey you!” You headed for a hug before crash and burn into that invisible wall of boundaries. Were your hugs still welcome? Would it makes him feel odd being pull into the arms of his ex?

“Hey. Sorry for barging in. I, you know I wouldn’t bother you unless I really needed to.” Tottering over, you couldn’t help but wince at the way his eyes tracing out the metal edges of your lock box, for certain recalling the many times exhilaration ran through his fingers as he type in the code to your place.

“Yea, it’s no problem. I miss her. Come on in…”

He shuffles in, shucking off his shoes and placing them where he had always for the past 3 years you had occupied this quaint apartment. You remember the day when you both finished putting the place together. He had so specifically left an empty spot just on the bottom shelf of your shoe rack. You tilted your head in confusion, wondering what his reasoning was. To which he simply said “What? I gotta leave my shoes somewhere…”. Needless to say it jolted his heart to see the spot remains empty. Staring about now, he’s drinking in as much of this familiar yet strange space that was once 2nd home.

“The lock… It’s the same code. I saw you staring.”

“Oh” A nervous chuckles adores you with its crisp sound. “I see.” 

“How’ve you been? how’s the girlfriend?” Bitter is all you can taste saying that word.

“I’m good. No girlfriend… You?” Bitter is all he could taste thinking about another man touching you.

“I’m okay… No boys, just Mattias over there. I saw you with that girl…” You feel disgusted with yourself for even prying so hard but you needed to know. You just want to feel that security of having him to yourself.

“Oh, just a friend. We were actually lost, the whole group got separated and yea, we didn’t wanna lose each other too. She’s not from around here and getting lost would be a big problem.” Your heart grin from hearing the perfectly logical explanation of why she was clinging onto him so tightly.

“Ah, I see.” he sways around a bit, awkwardly smiling at you.

“Should I give the little one a shower? You said she spilled lunch all over herself…” This was strange. Way to strange for your liking. There stand the man you had seen countless time trekking across this place butt naked with a bottle of water in his hand. Yet here he was, acting like he just entered a stranger’s home. It hurts.

“Yes, thank you. You know I was never good with this… you did most of it. I don’t know what I was thinking accepting to babysit.” Your voice cut his trance short as his soul nearly leaving his body. Holding out the two backpacks full of stuff, he smile awkwardly, not really sure where the lines were being drawn.

“It’s no problem. Just, you know where everything is… I’ll be back.”

He watches as you disappear into that room, that sacred place of love, of lust, and of the life he misses so dearly. He’s scare, terrify in fact to peer through the door once again fearing he might find things he wouldn’t like. Things that remind him you’ve moved on. So he settles on the couch, listening to the loud giggles emanating from the bathroom. The golden rays dance on his skin just the same as it had many afternoons before watching you cook from this very couch. As if sensing his memory lane, Mattias had taken upon himself to crawl right next to his other master that he loves so much but haven’t seen in a long time. If he could speak, you were sure the pup would throw an even bigger fit than Hani.

“Auntie can we go get ice cream later?” The little tyke hopping excitingly in one place, sprinkling little droplets of water all over your floor.

“Yes, if you eat lunch and take a nap and listen to your uncle.” Wrapping her in a big towel, you dried her off before pulling on the small PJ with bunnies print you had gotten for her birthday not too long ago.

“Okay. I feel bad for making uncle sad. I didn’t mean to cry but I miss you. Uncle wouldn’t let me call you so I cried.” Her eyes reddening from the overrunning guilt. You couldn’t help but feel your heart cracking a bit further knowing this was half your fault. You knew you had to cut off all contact for Junhoe’s sake, for your sake. Never once during the breakup did you both consider the collateral damage and casualties you’d both leave in the wake of the separation. 

“It’s okay. He thought I was busy so he said that. Next time, how about I call you first??” You coo, pulling the sadden girl into your arms.

“Yea! I miss Matty too.” 

“We can take him to the doggie park later too. If your uncle says okay.” You force a smile for the kid but deep down, this was all too close to heart for your own comfort.

“Auntie… I know you and uncle doesn’t love each other anymore. It’s okay if you don’t want to see me. I just miss you, he misses you too. We just wanna see you. I know it makes you sad to see uncle. He’s very sad too. I saw him crying when he saw me looking at your pictures on the computer.” You were in the process of getting lunch ready but now, now you found yourself standing there like a statue being rain on. You hadn’t cry about Junhoe in so long. You thought you couldn’t anymore but little Hani’s honest words… They cut deep. So instead, you drop to your knee and let the little one hold you close, petting your hair as you shed your tear.

“Hani, I love you uncle very much. I miss him too. It’s just sometimes, sometimes adults have to do things they don’t like for the people they love. Sometimes we have to say goodbye but that doesn’t mean we don’t love each other. Doesn’t mean I don’t wanna see you. I wanna see you everyday. Matty wanna see you everyday. Next time just tell your uncle to call me, okay?” You smile to calm the little one down.

“You swear?”

“Pinky swear. Now let’s get you lunch and nap.”

Hand in hand, you both turn to walk toward the bedroom door when you could’ve sworn you just miss the blur of the tousle of black hair rushing away from the door. Pushing it to your weary mind playing trick, you both skip happily to lunch time. 

Your kitchen hadn’t had this much laughter since, well since before the breakup. Lunch came and go in a flash and you were now tucking the little one tightly under your blanket. She smile cheekily before planting a big kiss on your cheeks, whispering sleepily to not tell her uncle. 

Sauntering back to the living room now, you wonder where the dog and his master had gone in the 2 hours it took for Hani to finally tuckered out. You let our eyes wander not even a minute when they land upon the sweet sight of Junhoe’s large body cuddling up a sprawl out Mattias. The dog had him whipped since the first day you both adopted him from the rescue. Always napping together, could never got himself to put the four legged son in time out. Junhoe tightly shut eyes wincing a bit when Mattias stretches himself, kicking and whining in his dream. This is the sight you had always come to associate this place with, your life with. Who would’ve thought in such a short time, you’d lose all the hope and dream of a fun filled future with the sleepy man before you. Settling down just beside the boys on the floor, you reach out to scratch Mattias’s belly before hovering above Junhoe’s dark locks. He loves getting a good scalp massage to fall asleep to and you honestly love giving him one. You stare for a moment before the sinful lull of selfishness taken over. Dropping your fingers onto his fringe, you sweep the soft strands out of his forehead, lingering on his soft skin, basking in the cologne that still remains the same after 6 years of being together.

You could feel his eyes stirring a bit, life returning to his sleepy gaze as you shoot away toward the kitchen.

“Hey, where’s Hani?”

Damn that husky voice. Junhoe possesses the voice of angels, so delightful and sweet. When he sings, you could feel your heart skip several beats from how beautiful he is. But then there was the gruff in his voice when he just waking up, so low and so rough that it got you lost in him.

“She’s sleeping, probably 10 minutes now. You want lunch? I can reheat some stuff for you…” You avert your gaze, hand wiping the same spot for the 5th time in the past few minutes.

“I’m okay.” You could see him glancing around, taking note of the changes with a few nods of his head. “Everything is pretty much the same here…”

“Not everything. Lots of things changed.” You rush out the answer, hoping he hadn’t heard it.

“Yea it is. You extensive mug collection is still on the cabinet that’s way too high for you to reach. The bowls and plates still in the left bottom cabinet. You even organize your fridge in the same way. Matty’s bed is still in the corner next to the sliding door. I haven’t seen your room yet but I’m sure it’s the same.” He lists with a slight chuckle with all the intention in the world to lighten to mood.

“I moved the utensil drawer. It’s above the bowls and plates now. Made more sense that way. You grab your utensils then you grab your food holders. I don’t leave my water in the fridge door anymore, I got a big water cooler now. Easier that way.” You were feeling your tear creeping up on you, wiping that spot for the 10th time. “I can’t cook dinner for two anymore. It took me 3 months to even remember not to buy two serving of everything. Veggies don’t fly in the kitchen anymore, they’re just boring old veggies that lay around where you put them down. I don’t come home to your voice singing out my name anymore. I can’t jump into your arm. I can’t kiss you. I can’t cuddle you on rainy day. You don’t make me tea anymore. They’re all still there you know. You never took your tea collection when you left. I-I can’t go to bed expecting the sheet and cover already warmed up. I don’t have to complain about you leaving your products all over the bathroom sink. I guess that’s one good thing. I can’t take care of you when you’re sick and gross and icky. I don’t travel anymore. I don’t go get a salt and butter donut then a coffee every Sunday morning anymore. I’m not yours… And I can’t call you mine… So please tell me, Junnie, in what world is everything “the same””. 

You spin around briskly, throwing the towel onto the floor throwing your hands up in an air quotation mark in snide. You can’t bother hiding the tear anymore. All your emotion of 6 months of constant suppressing exploded. He stood there wide eyes but already lunging forward to pull you into his chest. 

“Damn it, Junhoe. Why did we even break up in the first place?” You sob into his chest feeling the knots in your hair loosen with each pass of his fingers. You feel all the frustration of going against the grain of life seeping out.

“Because we weren’t going anywhere… remember? We got stuck in this routine life that was just stomping in one place. I was struggling to move up in the world and you, you weren’t getting any warmer with the idea of settling down and getting marry. But I have a feeling you’re not asking for the reason…” He coos so tenderly the painful reminder of why you were sleeping alone every night.

“No… Why did it all seemed so complicated back then…Why did we agree to this shitty lonely life.” Your arms tighten around his body, squeezing out all the darkness as he chuckles.

“Because we were dumb and young.”

“We’re still the same age now as when we parted you freak!” He laughs at the seemingly ease you could crack a comeback even when you’re ugly crying.

“Fine. Because we’re a bit wiser now than we were before. We’ve been together for so long and I think we just needed a reminder of what it feels like to be on our own. Honestly, I hated every single second of the past 6 months. I knew it was mutual and I have no right but God, I got so angry when I saw your Instagram that you were getting tea with that guy from your work. Tea is my thing. You were only suppose to drink the one I pick. Then I laughed because there I was, getting angry over tea. But you know what? I realized i miss you so damn much.”

You nearly choke on that sentence. You wanted so badly to come home to that sentence but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask for it. Not when you both decided to part way. His lips find themselves resting on your damp cheek as he whispers “i miss you” over and over until you dug your face so far into the crook of his neck the kisses couldn’t reach you anymore.

“I knew I said we always do the same thing and it got so abhorrently boring but I miss it. I would sell my soul to have those “boring” date back. I knew it was just a fluke this morning when you called me Junnie over the phone but it had my heart doing flips and my stomach sick with butterflies. Then earlier when you told Hani you miss me, I’m surprise I had enough self control not to kiss your lips off then and there.” 

You sob out a laugh from the sweet words of your sassy man and he returns the same. You both stood there for so long just looking at the familiarities of each other and how they’re all suddenly seems to be glowing with all the lights of the stars above. His hands move to cup your cheeks gingerly to which you respond with the flutter shut of your eyes. Then you feel the intense heat of summer spreading from his soft lips. It breaches the barrier with the thrust of his tongue greeting yours. It burns down your throat as he moans into you, satisfies with your welcoming touches. Searing down your chest, your heart works itself into a stupor, drugging all your veins with love as you clutch onto the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. Finally your spent lungs gave out from the intensity of its all with a heavy pant.

“Please tell me we’ll get back together after this because if not, this would all be soooo embarrassing. Also, I’d really like it if you help me move. It’s been hell doing it myself.” He retorts, eyes gloss over with every drip of love he could offer despite the cheeky remarks.

“Yes, weirdo. I mean, who’s gonna fill that empty spot on my shoe rack. I guess I should also pay you back for moving me into this place.” a soft thud of your fist playfully tickles his chest as a much crisper laugh tears through your apartment. You didn’t wanna leave his arms and it seems he has no problem with it. You stay there in the kitchen that held so much memory and surely host of new ones. Your arms tight around him as you rest on his strong stature. He presses kisses here and there, relaying how much he needs you close. Once the tiredness settled into your legs, you drag him over to the couch surprising a still sleeping Mattias awake. He gladly gives up part of the couch for you to fall onto with Junhoe flushing tight against your back.

“You know earlier, when you were struggling with 2 backpacks and a fussy Hani, you really looked like a real dad. Kinda cute.” 

“Yea? Does it uh, does it makes you feel a certain way…?” He winks teasingly, words playful as he presses a kiss onto your lips.

“I don’t know. Should I be? Why don’t you enlighten me.” You refuse to relent to his mischievous words.

“If I look like a dad and you think it’s cute… Doesn’t it incite a motherly feeling in you? I mean, you look like a fearless mom that could handle a zombie apocalypse earlier laying down the law with Hani. I’m not saying you have to feel motherly any time soon… Just you know, eventually.” Hope glints gleefully in his eyes as he not so inconspicuously letting his finger rubs your own very specific one.

“Koo Junhoe, isn’t there something you need to ask me first before I should be feeling motherly?” You retort, flicking his forehead, watching him wincing in pain.

“Let me worry about that part, okay babe? I promise you, I’ll be here for the rest of your life. I will never, ever leave again.” Clutching onto your hands tightly, he let his heart speaks knowing he’s in a good place from here on out.

“I love you, Junnie.”

“I love you, baby.”

You both remain silent, basking in the peacefulness of a revived love. You spend your time staring at him, letting your fingers relearn all the dips and curve of Junhoe. He did the same, index running along your nose ridge, brushing your hair out of your face, poking your cheeks. Nothing but small giggles and kisses could be heard for the next hour until the gentle voice of a very sleepy Hani burst your bubble.

“Does this mean I get to sleep over whenever I want to again?”

Junhoe breaks into a laugh as you motion for the little one to come over. She jumps right in and wiggles herself neatly in the crack between yours and his body. She calls for Mattias as the happy pup wagging his tail your way, settling just beneath your feet continuing to snooze away. Her eyes close once again as you press a soft kiss on her hair, Junhoe doing the same.  He whispers to a giddy Hani before beaming brightly at you.

“Yes, kid. It does.” 

A Slippery Situation

This fic was borne out of a silly conversation with @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash on this post. I hope that I did the idea justice. :)

Summary: Negan eats some questionable soup while working late and encounters an alternate version of himself. This “Other Negan” may be a little older and shorter than him, but he might just have some things to teach Negan about oil wrestling and the love that a man can share for his ruggedly handsome TV clone. 

Word count: 4,301

Warnings: Smut, Negan, Negan being Negan, Comic Negan being Comic Negan, submission, domination, anal sex, unsafe sex, oral sex, semen, drugs, mention of incest, mention of masturbation, and oil wrestling! Enjoy!

A Slippery Situation

From the very first spoon-full, Negan knew that the soup tasted funny, but went right ahead with his meal anyway. Hell, most things that came in cans had started to taste funny as they exceeded their best before dates by months and years. Besides this, the Sanctuary’s cooking staff were notoriously terrible at their job, so everything that left their kitchen tended to taste a slightly “off” at best, and barely edible at worst.

“I’ve gotta find some new kitchen bitches like fucking yesterday,” he grumbled to no one in particular as he raised the spoon to his lips and grimaced at the slightly sour taste that invaded his mouth.

The soup was so bad that on another day he probably would have had one of his men bring it back to the kitchen and tear a strip off of whoever was in charge of that night’s meal, but he was far too busy for those kind of shenanigans today. He braved his way nearly to the end of the bowl, trying to fill his empty stomach with the disgusting liquid while actually tasting as little of it as he could manage. He mostly succeeded and only retched once near the end when the soup had begun to cool to room temperature and the taste could no longer be masked by its initial scalding temperatures.

“Fucking good for nothing, lazy asshole fucking, so called fucking cooks. Fuck, fucking fuckity fuck fuck fuck!” he exhaled a long sigh of profanity after regaining control of his gag reflex, and pushed the nearly-empty bowl of soup away in disgust.

As he sat alone in his room, going over battle plans in preparation for another day of squabbling with Alexandria, he felt his mind wander back to the god-forsaken soup. Fucking Christ, how he wished he had time to personally march down to the kitchen and force-feed the cold leftovers of his meal to the first member of the staff he laid eyes upon. A tension headache began to gnaw into the centre of his forehead and he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, slamming his eyes shut.

“Oh fucking great! Just fucking marvelous! A fucking headache is all I need now…”

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anonymous asked:

I don't want them to be messing with us all these jokes and constant mentions about reysky especially today are getting my hopes up.

You know what? I want to help you maintain your hope, so I’m going to give you the best answer I can come up with at this very moment. It’s lengthy, but I think it’s just what you need.

I look at it as a way of telling us that Rey Skywalker is endgame (biologically or adopted and honored), and that we should not be overthinking this and having more fun. Of course, because of the actors’ NDA, they simply cannot confirm or deny anything. It doesn’t mean they can’t troll us from a certain point of view! ;)

Our reaction to Rey’s mysterious lineage was not what LucasFilm expected, at least not in the massive scale as it is currently. It is out of control, and it has reached a point where some people believe that her being a Skywalker weakens her character, but I do not believe it so.

I think people are fatigued by the obvious, because it was supposed to BE obvious. Rey’s lineage is not the twist here, if we search for one.

Why do I believe this?

1st: The lineage twist is infamous and predictable because of The Empire Strikes Back. To repeat the same twist in Rey’s lineage is not a solid execution on the writer’s part, and it would look extremely lazy in terms of story development, where it becomes the shock value that usually is required to allow conflict and growth to the character(s) involved. When Kylo Ren was revealed to be Ben Solo, it was revealed in a nonchalant manner, placing the shock value on the emotional and dark decision of the patricide he committed. Lineage was not his shock value, so why should Rey be different? Why not focus more on her actions and its impact on others, like the fandom often speculates with Kylo’s? Rey Skywalker gives that breath of ease, because it will not require a lot of backstory.

This is why I don’t always believe when other theorists claim that Rey coming from a different lineage will make her more interesting and impactful, because then they’re committing the same actions they accuse others of: Placing Rey’s importance according to her bloodline. Her actions often come second in these speculations, and that is unfortunate. What is worse is that there is even less evidence that strongly supports them. What is ugly is that few (thankfully) imply their desire for Rey to step down as the protagonist and place Kylo Ren in that position.

JJ Abrams himself has since commented that there was simply not enough time to reveal everything in one episode, and left Rian Johnson to develop Rey’s story even further. It’s a risk they chose, to keep the dialogue involving Rey’s lineage for TLJ and beyond, to give TFA more focus on the overall plot. The one scene Abrams got away with is when Rey encountered Luke. The central character of this trilogy, Luke Skywalker, always knows who Rey is.

2nd: Daisy Ridley. She has stated in the past that the visual context in The Force Awakens make it obvious who is Rey. Now, is this in reference of imagery or dialogue? This is still unknown.

If we look at the imagery for Rey in TFA, it remarkably parallels her to Anakin and Luke’s respective journeys, both being Skywalkers. Her appearance eerily resembles Shmi Skywalker. The bracelet on her left arm, the clothes, her beauty. All of it is simply remarkable and just cannot be a simple coincidence.

Maz’s quote refers to a ”whomever”, meaning there is no regard if it’s a person or people. Maz doesn’t know who Rey is waiting for, she simply wants her to stop the urge of returning to Jakku when there is nothing there for Rey. Her true destiny lies with Luke, where the light is guiding her through the Skywalker lightsaber, to which it called to her.

Also, the light. I think this is Anakin Skywalker through the force.

The lightsaber went to Rey not because she is stronger in the force than Kylo Ren, but because Ren rejected the light, thus making him no longer a “worthy” candidate to lead the path of the Skywalker legacy. He chose to worship Vader’s legacy. How is Rey a Skywalker because of this?

Because the Sequel Trilogy was not going to be about Anakin’s only grandchild, it was always going to be about Anakin’s grandchildren. The lightsaber rejected a confirmed character with Skywalker blood, to someone that believes herself to be a nobody. It’s the classical hero’s journey, and it’s awesome.

The music made by the brilliant Sir John Williams parallels Rey to the Skywalkers. He’s one of us, did you know that? He believes that Rey is a Skywalker too. It’s very important to add that if it wasn’t because of Rey, John Williams would have not return to score for The Last Jedi; it’s his favorite character in Star Wars. Listen to The Jedi Steps and you’ll see how Luke and Rey’s theme blend in as one wholesome melody. It’s magnificent.

3rd and last one for now: Rey was kidnapped from her clan. The abandonment of her on Jakku is most likely the “twist” because I don’t think it was part of the kidnapping. Something happened along the process, and we do not have this information, or anything involving Rey and the reasons of why she’s there. This was strongly implied by JJ Abrams in the 3D Blu-Ray edition’s film commentary.

It means what I’ve believed for a while: Rey is an unreliable narrator. She does not remember her parents, or who left her there. According to the books, she believes she was left there by “mistake”, but how is she certain? She believes her people will return, but who are these people if she doesn’t even remember them? I think that when we read or see Rey’s point of view, we are observing a persistent projection of her post-traumatic stress symptoms and other emotional traumas. I’ll cut her some slack and remind you that she did heard a (male, apparently) voice (in the novelization) promising her that the person was going to return for her. Why was this cut from the film? My answer is: It would have been obvious.


I hope this helped you out. Keep the faith alive!

A detail I want to speculate with you: When Rey hears the male voice, this does not necessarily mean that the person was there physically with her at the time of her kidnapping or abandonment. Like Rey’s dreams with the ocean on Ach-To, this voice was speaking through the force. She may have been hearing this voice (in her dreams) when she was already on Jakku and could not pinpoint what and who it was.

anon asks:

Hi! I really enjoy your asoiaf m/eta - I was wondering, do you think that Jaime is on his best way to become Tywins “true heir”, a scenario in which Brienne has a role similar to Joanna’s? I.e. Jaime’s genuine affection for her becomes his only sympathetic quality in the end, much like Tywin’s genuine love for his wife appears to have been is only truly likable trait? Not to reduce Brienne (or Joanna) to that alone, but it would emphasize Jaime’s doom and her rise nicely.

Hi, thank you! A couple things first, before I sink my teeth into the rest:

a) this is in no way an objective statement, but no matter how his arc ends, even if it goes the darkest way possible, Jaime has plenty of sympathetic traits (not necessarily qualities, mind) that allow me to find him relatable, and this makes him ALREADY incomparable with Tywin;

b) I don’t believe in love being a sympathetic quality or a mitigating factor per se, and I don’t think people who love are necessarily one step closer to *goodness* than people who don’t. For example, while I don’t see Stannis as necessarily incapable of love—I quite like the idea that under his stern facade there’s a lot of feelings, for his child, for Jon, for Davos, and maybe even for Melisandre, on top of his complex issues with his own brothers—even if we stick to the interpretation of Stannis as a loveless character, I don’t think this diminishes his fundamental goodness. On the other hand, there are the Lannisters, who are fifty shades of questionable, but they ALLL love so much!

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anonymous asked:

i'm not trying to start drama but i don't know anything about s.e hinton as a person and you seem to have info. can you explain how she's rude and why you don't like her? :O

ok so sit tight kids i’ve been working on this for AN HOUR bc i started and i just got angrier and couldn’t stop so i’m putting it under a cut bc it’s long and ranty

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When I was four I could see fairies.

They were tiny - no bigger than the last joint of my pinky finger – and translucent, their tiny organs visible through their glassine flesh. Sometimes they would flit about my head on papery wings and sometimes they would dance amongst the flower heads, their tiny mouths open as they sang melodies in an octave I couldn’t hear.
Nobody else could see them though; and as I grew older, they either became invisible to me as well – or I grew up enough that my imagination couldn’t sustain the reality of them. In the end I realised that they were just imaginary friends, exactly like the ones other children had.
So I forgot about them.

Being raised by a solo mother wasn’t all bad. While we were excruciatingly poor, my mother devoted her time to me as much as she could. She was the central focus in my life, the person who loved me the most, the person who gave me life.
Why she never re-married after my father left her, I’ll never know. She was beautiful, my mother, in a fragile, ethereal way – as though at any moment a strong wind could blow all the substance out of her and leave only a skeletal web of spider-silk strands behind.
She attracted men, certainly. She was never short of friendly masculine helpers and admirers, but she shyly shunned them all, to spend time with me, her only child.
School wasn’t easy for me, even though I had a good life. I was not a bright child or an eloquent child; I struggled and often fell behind. By the time I was twelve, my only remarkable skills were my ability to endlessly daydream and a decent reading level.
But I was happy enough.

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„I can’t believe we agreed to this,“ mumbled Tsukishima, as he was holding up a pair of boxers with a huge banana printed across the front. Akaashi was holding a matching pair – his boxers showed the face of a chimpanzee licking its lips. They were browsing through one of those clothing stores that tried to sell their stuff to teenage boys and fully grown baby-men who thought that memes and pop culture references printed across generic t-shirts were stylish. In other words: Kuroo’s and Bokuto’s favorite store. Tsukishima scrunched his nose in distaste. “This is awful.”

Akaashi laid the chimpanzee boxers back onto the table and reached for a different pair – this time a bunny with a carrot. “You’re the one who agreed to this,” he said, blunt as ever.

“No way!” Tsukishima threw his banana boxers into the pile on the table and reached to unfold another one, grimacing when he read the words ‘Pull down in case of emergency’ printed across it. “I clearly remember saying ‘Put me down for ‘no’’ when they came up with the idea.”

Akaashi shrugged and burrowed his way through a pile of boxers that said “jingle my bells” on them, although it was long past Christmas. “You did. But then Bokuto accused us of being an incredibly boring couple, to which you said…”

He paused, apparently waiting for Tsukishima to remember what he had said. Tsukishima knew exactly what it was, but he didn’t want to admit it, so he fished for two more boxer shorts and threw them at Akaashi.

Akaashi didn’t even look at the dog and the wiener. “’We’ll show you ‘boring’, you talking ass crack. It’s on!’ – Does that ring any bells?”

Tsukishima pretended to find a Minions-themed boxer shorts very interesting.

Okay, fine – so maybe he had somehow let Bokuto and Kuroo provoke him into a really weird competition; namely, who could find the better pair of couples’ underwear. How exactly one would even come up with that was beyond Tsukishima, just like why he had ended up taking the challenge. They could be doing so many more important things right now.

“We could be home,” said Akaashi, who was apparently reading his thoughts now. “Anyway, what’s wrong with being boring? I like boring. We could be all cuddled up on the couch. Doing a crosswords puzzle together. Some kind of animal documentary on mute on TV while we’re listening to violin concertos…”

Tsukishima almost let his head sink down into a pile of “the man, the legend” boxers.

“Akaashi, please.”

His boyfriend was ruthless – he walked around the table to casually lay an arm around Tsukishima’s waist and leaned in to whisper with his soothing voice: “I could massage your shoulders after we prepared the lunch we’ll take to work tomorrow. Maybe we could even start with the paperwork for our taxes a month early.”

“Are you the devil?” Tsukishima asked, almost ripping a “Master Bates” boxers apart. He was so awfully weak to Akaashi’s voice, it was ridiculous.

“We could re-organize our closet. We could color-code all of our keys. We could invent a system to store different kinds of cables,” Akaashi murmured, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. “We could do anything and everything except buying ugly underwear that we’ll never wear again.”

Tsukishima pressed his eyes closed in a futile attempt at blending out his boyfriend. “Please, stop. This is hard enough without you doing that.”

“Hmmm…” Akaashi said, a lazy grin appearing on his face as he looked down. “Not as hard as it could be.”

Tsukishima had no other choice but to pull him into an empty cubicle after that.


The next evening, they were invited to dinner at Kuroo’s and Bokuto’s place. It didn’t come as a surprise that those two couldn’t wait until everyone was done eating before they suddenly jumped onto their chairs and pulled down their pants.

This was not the weirdest thing happening at dinner with Kuroo and Bokuto, so Tsukishima and Akaashi didn’t even blink an eyelid.

“You have to look to know you lost!” Kuroo advised them.

“We’re good,” said Akaashi, but Tsukishima couldn’t help but actually look at them for a second. He almost groaned. They could have won this so easily, but alas…

“It’s just a cat and an owl, this is the lamest thing ever,” he said, waving his chopsticks at their stupid boxers. “You weren’t even being creative!”

“This isn’t all!” Bokuto exclaimed proudly, and they both turned around to show them their behinds, on which there was an outstretched paw and a wing, both belonging to their respective animal. “As you can see,” said Bokuto, “we can use these cute animals for a bit of roleplaying. Watch this!”

They both turned around in their chairs again, until they were both facing away from each other, and then bumped their asses together. “High-five!” Kuroo yelled.

Tsukishima rolled his eyes so hard, they almost unscrewed from their sockets. But it looked like they weren’t done yet.

“And a kiss!” shouted Bokuto, as they were both jumping around on their chair, this time to face each other.

Akaashi already knew what was coming, so he threw his chopsticks at Bokuto’s head. “Don’t make them kiss, we’re still eating.”

Kuroo just grinned down at them from where he stood on his chair, in his underwear. “I’m sorry – I still can’t see how you intend to beat us. Have you already given up, knowing there’s no way?”

“It’s okay, you won,” said Tsukishima, eating the rest of Akaashi’s food, seeing as he had no chopsticks anymore to defend it with. “Congratulations.”

“What? Not fair!” Bokuto whined. “I wanna at least see what you came up with.”

“We’re not wearing any underwear,” shrugged Akaashi.

Bokuto and Kuroo exchanged a quizzical look, and turned back around to squint at them.

“Explain!” demanded Kuroo.

“Well,” Akaashi said, shrugging again. “The clerk caught me blowing Tsukishima in one of the cubicles, so we were thrown out before we got to buy anything.”

Bokuto’s and Kuroo’s jaws dropped at the same time, creating almost a full minute of blessed quiet, which Tsukishima and Akaashi used to noisily drink the broth from their bowls.

Finally, Kuroo turned to Bokuto, looking for affirmation. “Did… did they just win the competition?”

“Oh my God,” gasped Bokuto. “We’re more boring than them! What the fuck happened to us?”

“You just need to grow up already,” said Tsukishima. “Grown-ups have more fun, believe me.”

“I wanna die,” Kuroo sighed, slumping back down into his chair.

Tsukishima had to suppress a grin when Akaashi stood up, back turned to him. “High-five?” he asked.

“High-five,” Tsukishima agreed, and they bumped their butts together.

When I was four I could see fairies by Cymoril_Melnibone

They were tiny - no bigger than the last joint of my pinky finger – and translucent, their tiny organs visible through their glassine flesh. Sometimes they would flit about my head on papery wings and sometimes they would dance amongst the flower heads, their tiny mouths open as they sang melodies in an octave I couldn’t hear.

Nobody else could see them though; and as I grew older, they either became invisible to me as well – or I grew up enough that my imagination couldn’t sustain the reality of them. In the end I realised that they were just imaginary friends, exactly like the ones other children had.

So I forgot about them.

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The Signs and why you should hate them PART 2
  • Aries: Loud and obnoxious. Thinks it's cool to be aggressive and snobbish but it's fucking annoying to the rest of us. Their so called "confidence" is as fake as Iggy Azalea's ass. They're the most boring people on the planet. They're the child you never wanted. Meeting or befriending an Aries means you're being punished for something.
  • Taurus: They think the world revolves around their slow asses. Tauruses act like they do everything but all they really do is masturbate, cry and throw a tantrum when they have to get out of their beds. They expect everyone to do everything for them. If you want to win a Taurus' heart, (which I doubt you do) then just be rich. They probably have money hidden somewhere but they'll act like they're poor and homeless just so they can have your shit.
  • Gemini: Geminis are very good actors. That's why they spew bullshit out of their mouths every 2 minutes and everyone buys it. They're not funny and tend to laugh at their own jokes while everyone just wants them to shut the fuck up. They feed off of bullying other people but act like they're for the people. Gemini's only talent is having everyone believe their lives while actually believing it themselves. They have no sense of right or wrong because they're still children who need to be put on a leash in order to prevent them from fucking up everything in their path. Do they even hear themselves talk? Probably not, because they suck at listening to anybody including themselves.
  • Cancer: Cry me a fucking river. Cancers act like they don't give a shit but will try to plan your death if you don't notice their shitty haircut right away. They have no social life and their parents/guardian try to kick them out because all they are and ever will be is the loser living in their parent's/guardian's basement jerking off to The Notebook and thinking about their ex.
  • Leo: Their whole entire existence is a joke. They act like they have morals but will try their best to degrade people so they can feel superior. Why? Because they don't know who or what the fuck they are. They still have identity issues at 30. Arguing with a Leo is easy (and hilarious) because their egos are consistently being bruised by nothing, so you'll always win the fight. Leos can relate to cats because they're pussies.
  • Virgo: They like to fight with everyone. Everything is everyone else's fault except for theirs. Virgos can't take the blame for anything because they think they're perfect (when they actually look like a mean sack of shit) and because they're prone to stomach aches and shitting their pants every time there's a little bump in the road. They hate being wrong (which they usually are) and will lie and murder their best friend just to try and prove a point. Because their ego comes before anything else.
  • Libra: Libras are so shallow, they won't think twice about talking to you if you're ugly. But take a good look at them and notice how boring their physical attributes are. They're just a plain jane walking piece of stale bread with two legs and a pulse. And they have as much depth as one too. All they do is try to charm people with the same lines they've used over and over again. They figure since they can't impress anyone with their looks they'll have to charm everyone with their fake personalities and horrible sense of humor. If you should even call that thing a personality.
  • Scorpio: Scorpios can see right through you -- HA. This is bullshit. All you are to Scorpio is a mirror. So everything they see in you that's "bad" is just themselves looking back at them. They only know you're lying because they have used every lie in the book and it takes one to know one. They're so shitty, they have done every horrible thing there is to do in life. So when someone reminds a Scorpio of themselves, they instantly don't like you. Because they know you're a piece of shit just like they are. This is why they're considered "mysterious". They judge people mainly by their looks (but use the word "aura" to throw people off) but if you look behind the sunglasses, millions of scarves and large hats they try to cover their faces with, you'll see they're not that special either.
  • Sagittarius: Congratulations! You are the shittiest fucking sign. You should be proud of yourself. But I bet you are, because you'll do anything for attention whether it's good or bad. Sagittarius itself is a joke and everything they do is the punchline. They think they're smart and will stand up for something they don't agree with just for the sake of arguing and seeming smart when in actuality, they got their facts from wikipedia and other people that they eavesdropped on.
  • Capricorn: Calm down. You're not superior. In fact, judging by how quickly you get offended you're the exact opposite. Capricorns love to fight everyone if it gives them some extra points on looking tough. But honestly, they're not even tough. We all hated them ever since they walked into the room. They focus on work and school because they have no friends. They act like they have class which is a joke, considering they put on a tough front all day and then cry their cowardly hearts out at home.
  • Aquarius: Hahahahahahahahahaha. You're not even worthy of one. Go fuck yourself.
  • Pisces: Pisces love to daydream and imagine the impossible, like getting off their lazy asses for once and actually doing something with their lives besides smoking pot and getting drunk. They're naturally psycho, because they can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality anymore. But they claim to know everything so if you tell them they're wrong they'll turn everyone against you. They're such pussies, they will probably grab a knife, scream, cry and kick shit if you look at them the wrong way. But don't worry, the knife is only so they can stab themselves repeatedly in their own face since they love to self destruct and then play the victim and put all the blame on everyone but themselves. Their own family hates them. So there's your first clue to avoid them at all costs. Seriously, the worst sign ever to exist.
Couple’s Therapy for non-romantic Bleach pairs

As requested by anon. :)

Bleach characters have already gone individually to Tosen the Therapist. But what if Tosen (who is a therapist, you know) decided to do some therapy for non-romantic couples in the Bleachverse? How might that go?

1. Ryuken & Ishida

Tosen: Now, Uryu, why do you say that your father doesn’t support you?

Ishida: Uh, because he doesn’t? Ryuken never supported my Quincy activities! Never! He even told me I don’t have any talent, which is a blatant lie! All the while hiding the fact that HE’S a Quincy himself, the hypocrite!

Tosen: Is this accurate, Ryuken?

Ryuken: Yes it is.

Ryuken: What a bad father I am to not support my son becoming a Quincy, knowing as I did that becoming a Quincy might mean getting recruited into an evil army of evil dedicated to destroying the world and with a penchant for killing its recruits.

Ryuken: What a terrible, terrible father I am.

Ishida: Then why didn’t you just say THAT, rather than trying to crush my self-esteem beneath your heel?

Ryuken: Well frankly your tiny Quincy uniform annoyed the snot out of me.

Ishida: …

Tosen: We are making excellent progress here.

2. Nnoitra & Tesla

Tosen: Now, Tesla, why don’t you tell Nnoitra how you feel?

Tesla: Well…..I sorta feel like any time I try to help you, Nnoitra-sama, you beat me up and get really angry and that kinda hurts because I just want to help out and be a good fraccion!

Tosen: Nnoitra, what do you think about what Tesla has said?

Nnoitra: If you want to be a good fraccion, then stop with all that feelings shit! Otherwise I will BEAT YOUR FEELINGS OUT OF YOU, YOU WORM

Tesla: Y-yes, Nnoitra-sama!

Tosen: Tesla, what have I said about automatically agreeing to whatever Nnoitra says?

Tesla: B-but…

Nnoitra: Why the fuck did I agree to this, anyway?

3. Soi Fon & Urahara

Tosen: Okay, Soi Fon, for today’s session I want you to say just one nice thing about Urahara.

Urahara: Oh, excellent!

Soi Fon: …

Soi Fon: He’s so lazy that being in a box for a month didn’t really bother him.

Tosen: That’s not a compliment, Soi Fon.

Soi Fon: The people he sends on his barely explained fatal missions rarely die.

Tosen: Soi Fon…

Soi Fon: His hat distracts from how ugly his face is?

Tosen: Soi Fon no.

4. Giselle & Bambietta

Tosen: Bambietta, why don’t you describe in your own words what you see as the issue between you and Giselle?

Bambietta: She murdered me. Then she transformed me into her zombie slave. 

Giselle: But Bambi! You LOVE being my zombie slave!

Bambietta: I BEGGED you not to turn me into a zombie!

Giselle: I know! That’s what made it fun!

Tosen: …as  therapist I am not supposed to take sides, but

5. Loly & Orihime

Tosen: Loly, can you say more about why you were angry at Inoue?

Loly: Because she came in all high and mighty like she owned the place!

Orihime: I-I was kidnapped!

Loly: Yeah! And then you IMMEDIATELY got all snuggly with Aizen!

Orihime: H-he’s the one who kidnapped me!

Loly: Plus, she was always such a pacifist who refused to defend herself, and that PISSED ME OFF

Orihime: …

Orihime: Yeah, okay. So that maybe had a little bit to do with how angry it made you.

Loly: Really?

Orihime: Well….I knew fighting back would give you satisfaction, and I didn’t want to do that, so…

Loly: T-that’s so mean!

Orihime: I-is it? I-

Loly: It almost makes me like you a little!

Orihime: R-really?

Loly: Yeah!

Tosen: Whatever works, I guess.


Gintama anime ep 316/manga chaps 550 - 551

Dear Gintama gods and Sorachi-sama,

I thought perhaps it was the lateness of the hour and the weariness of my eyes last night that caused the tears to run down my face right from the first moment of the episode: I lost it as soon as I heard dear sweet Yamazaki’s voice dictating his final report as the member of the Protectors of Edo, the Shinsengumi. Switching up Swimy’s ending song to the opening sequence instead just made me cry harder. When I watched the episode again tonight, though evening had only just fallen, and the same thing happened to me, Niagara Falls all the way, I was relieved to know that my tears hadn’t been due to exhaustion, that in fact the sadness I had felt and was experiencing again, was indeed completely genuine.

This episode means so much to me because it perfectly brought to life the moment that started my letter-writing campaign to you. As silly and most likely futile as my efforts might be, as soon as I started doing this I instantly realized how important it was to me to properly express my gratitude to you for all the joy you have brought and continue to bring to me on an almost weekly basis, whether it’s through the pages of your manga or by the way of the anime. I still regret not writing to you sooner; I should have started as soon as I fell in love with Gintoki right when he was introduced. But much like Gin-chan, I am a lazy person by nature, and therefore as much as I loved him and Gintama, and shipped Gintoki/Hijikata with the fervor of a thousand shippers, I did not do anything proactive about my love and appreciation, even as my affection grew in spades over the years. In fact, somewhere along the line, I actually started shamefully falling behind on both your manga and anime, since even as much as I loved Gintama, I began to take it for granted, figuring that it will always be there waiting for me. The fact that the anime always came back further lulled me into a false sense of security.

But then, towards the beginning of last year or maybe at the end of the year before, I got word that the anime was returning yet again and also, most importantly, that I have been missing out on a pretty epic arc that was taking place in the manga. It finally hit me then just how much I had been grossly neglecting Gintama and how I should really hit the books again to see what I’ve been missing. In doing so, I almost flipped out when the truth of just how much I missed really struck me since I dove in right when you were in the middle of the Shogun Assassination Arc.  It felt a bit like experiencing whiplash, as all of a sudden all these important events were happening. Little did I know that arc would just be the tip of a pretty epic iceberg.  I also quickly realized that I needed to do a lot of back-tracking since I missed just so damn much and had forgotten even more than that. As a result, even though I was probably less than 100 chapters behind at that point (I think I missed out on most of 2014 chapters), I actually started over from around chapter 200 and quickly caught up to chapter 520-something within just a short 2 and a half weeks span of time. If I did not have real life obligations I would have probably finished sooner. Revisiting the old chapters of Gintama felt like returning to a land of endless joy: a place I didn’t want to leave and couldn’t even remember why I would leave it in the first place.

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Malec AU First Meeting #6 ‘Shy’

You know the deal :-) It was requested badboy!Magnus and Shy!Alec and I decided to do it with the word ‘shy’. I kind of like it, though I would still say I was a bit off my game while writing some parts … anyway, hope you like it.

Highschool: Alec runs into Magnus who is about to spray something on a  teacher’s car. 

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Alec wouldn’t call himself ‘shy’, really. 'Extremely bad at making small talk’, yes. He didn’t like big crowds of people, indeed. The words he wanted to say came out too quiet for the rest of the world, sure as hell, but he simply didn’t want to scream across the classroom or a counter. Unfortunately that led to people leaning closer to him when they asked him to repeat his words and Alec wasn’t good at dealing with that either. Eyes always got too big up close and most people had bad breath. Or maybe Alec was just sensitive, that could be totally possible as well. 

Still, considering all of these things it would have been better to take the main entrance that one day after school instead of taking the shortcut across the teacher’s parking lot. He should have tried to deal with his animosity against big crowds of loud students instead of provoking a rather awkward encounter with Magnus Bane.

The whole school knew the name despite him being barely present most of the school year. But every time he did show up, there was an uproar one way or the other. Alec was sure that the teachers had a picture of him hung up in the faculty room to throw darts at it. It was one of the biggest mysteries how Magnus had managed not to get expelled yet. Alec had also thought that he wasn’t at school this day. Turns out, he was there, just not inside, but outside kneeling next to one of the more expensive cars in the parking lot … and spraying paint on it. As Alec looked closer it was the word 'Ugly’ in a deep red color. Great.

The moment he turned around the last corner of the path that led to the parking lot, Alec froze. The hissing noise of the spray can filled his ears, fear crawle across his neck, bit deep into his heart. What should he do? Should he say something and risk being beaten up? Should he simply turn around, use the main entrance and pretend he hadn’t seen anything? Should he call a teacher? 

In the end Magnus made the choice for him. The hissing of the spray can stopped as he finished the 'Y’ and he got up from the ground next to the car. Then he turned around, his eyes finding Alec instantly. The lower half of Magnus’ face was covered with a mask to keep him from inhaling the toxic fumes. Alec appreciated that, though whatever teacher owned that car probably wouldn’t. Magnus pulled off the mask and left it dangling around his neck. Had his face been difficult to read before due to only his eyes being visible, was it now pretty clear that Magnus wasn’t amused.

“What are you doing here?”, he growled, careful not to yell and draw possible attention to him, even tough he looked like he really wanted to. “The main entrance is the other way.”

“Shortcut”, Alec managed to get out, too silent once again of course. Magnus’ eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and Alec braced himself for the other coming closer, staring him down, snarling probably, telling him to speak up and-
“Where the heck do you live that this”, Magnus waved at the other entrance/exit of the parking lot, “is a shortcut to the place?” 

Alec couldn’t blame him because in this direction there wasn’t much left until the fields around the city started, but currently he was too occupied with speechlessly staring at Magnus to be insulted by the incredulous tone. ’He heard me’, a little voice in the back of his mind whispered. That was new. Alec noticed that he was staring and he also noticed that Magnus was raising his eyebrows expectantly. Right, there had been a question. 

“Uh, ice cream”, Alec muttered, desperately willing his voice to keep at least its usual volume because as good as Magnus’ ears seemed to be Alec somehow doubted had the talent of lipreading … or mind reading. And if he got more quiet with every word at some point Magnus had to get closer to understand him and as long as he was farther away, it would be harder for him to punch Alec. Hadn’t there been something about that in physics? 

“Ice cream?”

Alec swallowed heavily. 'Maybe he forgets that I saw him spraying paint on the car if I can distract him long enough’, he hoped. “There’s a small supermarket back there that has very good ice cream.” Yes, his voice was shaking, his nerves were jingling. He really wanted to be somewhere else right now, but his feet were glued to the ground. 

“It’s the middle of February”, Magnus stated matter-of-factly. Alec bit his lower lip. He looked to the right and yes, okay, there was still brown slush sticking to some of another car’s tires. He knew which month it was, he wasn’t stupid after all, but he liked ice cream. Others started grilling when it got warmer and Alec had never gotten the concept of making a fire when it already was hot outside, but did he go around questioning people about that? No. 

“I know”, he muttered pouting a bit, “I still like ice cream … it’s not like I’m forcing you to get some, too.”

Footsteps got closer and Alec’s head whipped back around so fast he was at the danger of whiplash. Magnus was walking towards him and Alec was sure that it would happen now. They had ended the ice cream-discussion and the other had remembered why Alec had stopped instead of hurrying past the 'ugly’-car to get some damn ice cream. Would Magnus simply threaten him into staying quiet, would he get beaten? Usually Alec was too invisible at school to catch a hit, but he felt very visible at the moment. 

Nothing happened.

Magnus simply walked past him visibly amused as Alec frantically scrambled away. He headed for a bag that had been propped up against the low wall surrounding the parking lot, dumped the spray can into it and took out another color. Blue.

“I-I promise, I won’t say anything”, Alec hurried to promise. He wasn’t sure if he should feel relieved or insulted at Magnus half-hearted snort.
“As if I am scared of you running to the principle. He’ll know it was me anyway and by the time you get back with him or someone else, I’ll be gone already. So, I’d say 'Don’t bother’.”

Alec stared at the mischievous grin thrown his way. It was strangely alluring and he couldn’t quite explain why the already risen heat in his cheeks increased even more. Magnus’ grin widened. 

“What’s the matter, shy boy? You’ve been hoping for some action, maybe even some blackmailing material? Well, I hate to disappoint.” He didn’t look very heartbroken, but there was something else that struck a nerve inside Alec.
“I’m not shy”, he muttered frowning. What could he say? He had his priorities.
Magnus looked him up and down with the lazy curiousness of a cat and Alec wanted to hide in a hole, wanted to take back his words, wanted to have taken the damn main entrance earlier.

“Oh, really?” There was something about the way Magnus drew out the words … just something, something new to Alec. Good or bad? He wasn’t sure. How he managed the shaking nod in answer was beyond him. 

Alec didn’t like the word 'shy’ because it was used so often as a simple excuse, a way to sexualize honest fear or to cover up anxieties, make them sound less serious, make them sound like something else, something that wasn’t an issue to be worried about. 'Oh, don’t worry, she’s just shy.’ 'Come on, don’t be shy.’ 'No need to be shy.’ He didn’t like the word and had never wanted to carry it as a description for himself, end of story. So, he had begun to find other ways to describe himself. Unfortunately others didn’t really catch on to that. 

While Alec broodingly stared at the ground in front of him, Magnus really moved closer to him this time. Reluctantly Alec looked up eventually and was met with green eyes, that were surprisingly pleasant to look at even this close. He could see the colorful glitter in Magnus’ hair and the rings in his ear and the smile on his lips … wait, smile? 

Alec blinked, but the other student indeed smiled at him. Blood rushed into his head and Alec was sure that he looked rather unhealthy by now, his face had the have the color of a ripe pomegranate. A really ripe one. Almost spoiled. Then the smile turned into a smirk and Magnus tilted his head. Of course.
the sensation of a soft touch against he side of his throat startled Alec so bad, he would have almost jumped back a step. Magnus tapped a simple rhythm against Alec’s skin. Tap, tap, tap-tap, tap. Green eyes kept watching Alec as he tried really hard not to start squirming. His face was burning and Magnus’s eyes were actually quite pretty and - oh, eyeliner. Interesting. 

“You are shy, my friend”, Magnus whispered, “and cute.” And terrified Alec wanted to add, but then he noticed that that wasn’t the case anymore. Then there was that smile again, kind of warm and alarmingly harmless. 

“Want me, to tell you a secret, shy boy?” Yeah, Alec definitely didn’t like that nickname. Fingertips disappeared from his neck and instead patted his cheek softly. “It’s not a bad thing.”

Alec’s face cooled down a bit. “I don’t like that word.” He sighed.     

Magnus took away his hand and looked at Alec for a few heartbeats as if he was contemplating something. Then he nodded to himself, though Alec had not the slightest clue as to what he had decided. Of course Magnus didn’t explain himself. He just walked over to his bag, put the blue spray can back inside and then picked up the bag up from the ground. When he was back at Alec’s side the grabbed the other’s hand and dragged him of the parking lot. 

“What the-? Hey, where are you taking me?” A part of the fear from the beginning came back and Alec wondered if he’d now get murdered in the fields behind the school as he stumbled along after Magnus.

“I want to try that ice cream you were talking about.”

Alec would have almost fallen flat on his face. He didn’t because Magnus Bane securely held his hand.

anonymous asked:

Seriously tho, being severely obese is not something to be proud of. It's not discrimination to say it's unhealthy, it's a fact. Oh btw, smokers have higher healthcare costs too bc people who abuse their bodies are more likely to have health issues and have to use insurance benefits. It's statistics and facts, and they don't care about your feelings.

“Fat isn’t healthy.” 

Sweetheart, that’s just not true. Those naughty little facts you mentioned proved you wrong. 

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Obesity is largely genetic, rather than caused by willpower or a lack of exercise.  Obesity has many different factors, not all of which are related to lifestyle.

Health is complicated, and in fact, a lot of healthy fat people do in fact exist.

Losing weight isn’t as easy as just “exercise and eat right.”

A lot of health problems people associate with being fat are caused by other things.

We have a whole list of resources on why the idea that fat is unhealthy is bullshit, if you care:





Mod G totally destroyed someone for making these kinds of “fat people are unhealthy” comments not long ago.

So basically, our comments on this aren’t made up. Got it?

I think you need to read this: http://fatphobiabusters.tumblr.com/post/151568994436/so-you-have-an-opinion-about-fat-peoples-health

I am also going to add this: http://ok2befat.com/post/152655752093/threatening-fat-people-w-the-fiction-of-early

“It’s not discrimination to say fat is unhealthy”

Except, when we talk about discrimination against fat people… That’s not what we are talking about.

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Fat people are, in fact, discriminated against.

For example, people stereotype us as bullies, as lazy, as ugly, as unathletic (yes, fat people can, in fact, be athletic), as incapable of having sex, as a fetish object, as nothing but fat friend material (and no more important than that), etc. I mean, I could go on for a while.

When we are represented on TV, which is very rarely, our character’s lives revolve around their weight. All the time. It’s really amazing how badly we are represented. Hell, this whole page is full of evidence that fat people are badly represented in media! (It’s even worse if you’re a fat black woman.)

Oh, and people use weight as a reason to not vote for certain political candidates!

Fat people also get worse medical care than thin people, simply because doctors don’t want to treat us. Fat trans people find the poor medical care thing to be especially difficult. This also happens to fat people with mental illness.

Doctors are definitely some of the worst fat shamers. Need proof? Try this:























All of that is just fat shaming caused by doctors. Seriously.

And who could forget these fat shaming, ableist memes: http://fatphobiabusters.tumblr.com/post/151143690653/oodlenoodleroodle-the-exercist-whats-your

It’s harder for fat people to find clothes. And we are limited in what we are allowed to wear. And stores like getting rid of whatever clothes would fit us.

And there was this whole mess: http://fatphobiabusters.tumblr.com/post/151913457378/fat-posi-for-black-women-fatphobiabusters

I mean, fat people are constantly discriminated against everywhere, as I have explained plenty of times. How anyone could not see that is beyond me.

Here’s a whole fact sheet on ways fat people are discriminated against: http://www.naafaonline.com/dev2/assets/documents/naafa_FactSheet_v17_screen.pdf

And here are some more resources that prove fatphobia is real:







You can read the rest of that post here: http://fatphobiabusters.tumblr.com/post/152688469598/hello

“Oh btw, smokers have higher healthcare costs too bc people who abuse their bodies are more likely to have health issues and have to use insurance benefits.”

First of all, don’t compare fat people and smokers. Okay? 

Second, @ok2befat has debunked the idea that fat people cost people more money multiple times. 

Third…. What does this have to do with anything?

Anon, you’re fatphobic. Shut up and go away. -V

getseth  asked:

Sousuke x Makoto, number 1 :)

A thousand years later, I answer a prompt. :’D I’m so sorry, guys. I’ll get to all the other ones. Eventually. 

Man, you guys like your soumako. Which isn’t good, because I like soumako, too. and that means a lot of excited writing with poor quality. 

number 1: “Come over here and make me.” 


Well, fuck.

“Makoto, you’re so great.”

“Thanks, Sousuke.”

“No, you don’t understand. Like, really great. The best,” Sousuke continues in a slur, smiling goofily down at the ground. His feet fumble against the cement of the sidewalk, and Makoto struggles to keep him upright, positioning his arm more securely around his shoulders. To keep Sousuke from keeling over and face-planting on the ground, Makoto holds his roommate’s waist tightly with his free hand, his thumb snagged in his belt loop. Sousuke leans heavily on him, and the unpleasant mixture of his cologne and the fermented, sour scent of alcohol is enough to make Makoto gag.

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anonymous asked:

Do you think you could write something about Nico getting jealous and insecure because he thinks that Will has feelings for another boy/girl? Like they get into a big fight and one of them (maybe both eventually) cries and then they make up and theres some cute and fluffy makeup cuddles and kisses? I really love your blog and your writing alot ~~~

thank u friend

this got kinda long but im real lazy and don’t feel like getting off my lazy butt to go and use an actual computer to put in a cut

why is tumblr mobile this way


There was no reason for me to worry.

Or at least, that’s what I tried to convince myself.

Will wasn’t mine to hold on to, not really. The rules of our relationship were fuzzy, and they always had been. No one ever tells you about how hard the ‘get together’ process is.

But still, the tiny and pretty Demeter kid hung around Will like a plague and I felt jealousy take root in my bones.

Their name was Bellino, and they had feathery brown hair that stuck up all the time and always had petals and flowers stuck in it. They always wore a nervous and tight lipped smile on their delicate face, and their eyes shone like winter grass. Bellino was small and cute, and next to them I felt as if I had zero chance.

Will and I sat atop Half-Blood Hill, overlooking the strawberry fields. He was humming some song that he’d come up with himself, and I was just listening. I liked hearing him, even if he didn’t think he sang or composed music as well as the other Apollo kids. He had a voice that I loved, and that was good enough for me.

I heard something stir in the grass behind us, and I willed myself to stay calm. I wasn’t in danger here.

A small and delicate tan hand placed itself on Will shoulder, and he stopped humming, looking lazily up at Bellino. A stray pink petal floated out of their hair and drifted onto my face. I didn’t brush it away.

Bellino flicked their wide eyes to me, then back to Will, their lips twitching up into a nervous smile. They tugged on Will’s shirt, giving me another glance, and motioned for him to follow them.

“Got it,” Will said, standing up and brushing off his shorts. “I’ll see you later, Nico.” He didn’t even look back as he followed Bellino.

I pushed down my bitterness, looking back over the strawberry fields and picking at the grass by my legs. The petal on my face fell to the ground, and I picked at it, too.

I missed Will’s humming.


Lately, the harpies had become a bit lazier during night patrol. Maybe it was because they knew I liked to take walks at night. Maybe it was because I bribed them a bit. Who knows.

Will didn’t know about my night walks. Why should he? It’s not like we were dating each other. Our relationship was fuzzy and weird, and I had been okay with that.

Until recently.

I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my bomber jacket, kicking at the ground as I walked. The cloying scent of the strawberries as I drew closer to the fields was almost sickening, but it did help ward off the bad thoughts.

A shape flitted through the moonlight in the corner of my eye, and I stopped walking. Probably a harpy. I turned my head anyway.

Someone was crouching down just outside the fields, their delicate frame hunched over, their hands placed firmly to the ground. I didn’t even have to see their face to know who it was.

My steps were near silent as I approached Bellino, too curious to stop them from whatever they were doing. I stopped just a yard or so away, but they still didn’t notice me. Their eyes were focused directly on the ground.

The soil by their hands pulsed and glowed just the slightest bit green, and a small stem shot up from the ground. I stared at Bellino’s face, which held no trace of their normal nervous smile, but was instead fixed in concentration. A tiny flower fell from their hair, and a bead of sweat rolled down their face.

At the very top of the stem, a flower started to form, it’s petals unfurling with great care. It wasn’t a type I recognized, not that I’m well-versed in flower species. It was a beautiful bronze color, and it glowed softly in the moonlight, as if it were made of metal.

Bellino sat back, inspecting the flower, and then they plucked it gently from the ground, taking its roots with it. They wiped a hand across their forehead, leaving a trail of soil on their skin. It was my cue to make myself known.

“You shouldn’t be out after curfew.”

They jumped back, fear making their eyes grow wide, and they immediately hid the bronze flower behind their back. A blush noticeable even by night spread across their cheeks. Their lips twitched up into a nervous smile, and the word 'sorry’ formed in that smile, but no sound came out. No one had ever heard Bellino talk.

Except Will, probably.

A twinge of something ugly stabbed at my chest, and I pushed it aside, forcing my mouth into a lopsided smile. “No big deal. Just be careful. The harpies patrol at night.”

I didn’t offer to take them back to their cabin, even though that was what I knew I was supposed to do. I just walked away, my smile instantly dropping into nonexistence and my chest hurting.

A harpy screeched in the distance, and I looked back at Bellino. They were cradling the bronze flower in their arms, smiling gently down at the glowing petals.


I had thought the flower was pretty. And I still do, even though the sight of it made me sick to my stomach.

The bronze petals shone yellow in the early morning sunlight, almost like Will’s hair. It was too damn early for this.

Bellino stood next to Will, holding the flower, which they had placed in a delicate and perfectly carved orange vase. As I watched, Bellino offered the flower to Will, their tan cheeks blazing red, and Will took the vase, his entire body seeming to light up. He smiled with all of his being, and he said something I couldn’t quite hear. Bellino pulled at a lock of their feathery hair, seemingly flustered.

Will finally turned his head somewhere other than Bellino’s direction, and he noticed me. With that same bright grin on his face, he gave me a wave.

I looked away and trudged back to my cabin. Who needed breakfast anyway?


“Are you feeling okay?”

“Of course.”

No one told him to barge into my cabin, and yet here he was, demanding to know the state of my life. Melodrama helps me deal with my problems.

“It’s just that no one’s really seen you for the past couple of days. Including me.” I curled up tighter underneath my covers, feeling as if my back were totally exposed to him.

“I’ve been busy.”

“With what?”

“Ambassador of Pluto things.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wasn’t aware that I had to tell you everything all the time.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

I was being unfair and dumb and annoying, but I had no idea how to stop myself. I wanted so badly to explain to him why I was upset, but instead I was staring at a wall and trying not to cry.

He sighed, and I felt the weight on my bed shift as he sat down on the very edge. As far away from me as possible. “Why are you upset?”

My bottom lip trembled, and I cursed myself for being so weak to my own emotions. “Don’t you have other people to do your therapist act on?”

I closed my eyes and imagined the face he was probably making right now. Pursed lips and furrowed eyebrows. The face of perfect worry.

“You’re more important to me.”

“What about Bellino?” The words slipped out before I could stop them, and my eyes flung open the second I realized what I said. My voice had been bitter and cold, and I’m sure it wasn’t hard to figure out what I was thinking.

“What does Bellino have to do with anything?”

“Nothing,” I muttered, pulling the comforter tighter around myself.

“Nico, if this relationship is going to work, then you have to talk to me-”

“Relationship?” I demanded, sitting up so fast my vision went blurry for a moment. Will blinked at me in surprise. “What relationship? We don’t have one of those!” An angry tear slipped out of my eye, and Will reached out a hand, but I wiped it away before he could even get close. “We aren’t dating, and we haven’t even talked about how things were going to be ever since this whole shit show started. Which is exactly why I shouldn’t be so jealous about some pretty little Demeter kid.”


Now that I started, it was too hard to even attempt to stop. It was always this way with Will. He had a terrible talent for getting me all worked up.

“I mean, I should’ve known, right? With nothing real keeping us together, it would only be a matter of time before you looked at all the people better than me and realized you made a bad choice. I should’ve known you’d finally look at me and see what everyone else sees. A gloomy kid who’s too skinny and too short and too weird and too much everything.”

I’m sure the amount of crying I was doing fully expressed my point. Nothing said 'unattractive’ better than a runny nose and blotchy cheeks.

“And here’s this beautiful kid with flowers in their hair and grass in their eyes, and they can grow pretty flowers that shine like metal, and their cute and good and precious and everything I’m not. I only wish you would’ve told me you didn’t want to even try with me anymore before you just ditched me.”

I rubbed angrily at my eyes and nose, knowing full well I’d just make their splotchy coloring worse, but not caring enough to stop.

“That’s not true at all,” Will replied, his voice heavy with anger. “You never said anything about not liking me leaving to help Bellino, so how was I supposed to know any of this?”

“How was I supposed to tell you? You aren’t mine, Will.”

My words hung in the air between us, and I felt my throat close up, like the weight of everything was finally killing me. I stared angrily at him, daring him to try and counter me. Daring him to disagree.

“Gods, it’s like I fell in love with a brick wall,” he finally said after a long moment, and he rubbed at his eyes, which had turned glassy sometime during our argument. “When are you going to understand that I really, really like you?”

Sure, I should’ve been happy. But I wasn’t. “I thought I did.”

He gave me a look, but I set my jaw, still giving him my angry glare. “I was helping Bellino try and ask out Ginny.”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me, then?” I demanded, crossing my arms and swiping one last hand across my face.

“They made me promise not to tell anyone.” He paused, a look of guilt passed over his features. “And I didn’t think you’d be so affected.”

“Well, I was, and it sucked. A lot.”

He looked about ready to shake me. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I was about ready to shake him. “We aren’t dating, Will! I don’t have the right to stop you.”

“Yeah? Well, you have the right to tell me your feelings.”

There was a knock on my cabin door before I could even think to respond. “Come in,” I called, and Will gave me a look. I ignored him.

Ginny, one of the new Hephaestus girls, stood in the doorway. Her cheeks were red, and she was holding a delicately carved orange vase with a bronze flower in it.

“Um. Hi. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” She was standing stiffly and awkwardly, which was an almost funny sight given her large stature.

“You aren’t.” Will have me another look. I ignored him again. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to thank Will,” she said, turning to Will. Her cheeks seemed to burn brighter. “For helping with Bellino. It meant a lot. To both of us.”

Will’s face softened. “No problem. Really.”

Ginny muttered another thank you, and then walked out, closing the cabin door behind her.

So Bellino didn’t give the flower to Will.

A silence hung between us, considerably less heavy than before. Finally, Will spoke up. “I just wanted to help them, Nico. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I thought about us at the top of Half-Blood Hill, Will singing softly with my head on his thigh and his hand in my hair. I thought about us idling in a canoe at the lake, talking about nothing in particular. I thought about us before I had gotten weirdly jealous.

Tears pricked at my eyes, and I scooted closer to Will, resting my forehead on his shoulder. “I don’t like not being around you.”

“I love you, too,” he replied, and I’m glad he understood.

He wrapped his arms around me, and I let myself cry into his shoulder while he whispered assurances into my ear contradicting everything bad about myself I had said earlier.

Somewhere along the line, we ended up laying down and his assurances ended up becoming a song. He was singing into my ear how much he liked my eyes and my hair and my skin and my heart, and about how I was too much everything but in the best kind of way.


I’m not sure when I had fallen asleep, but I woke up slowly to the feeling of Will running his fingers through my hair.

“Will?” I murmured, my voice slightly raspy with sleep.


“Can you be mine?” He stopped stroking my hair, and I looked up at him. “Can we start dating?”

“Yes to both of those questions,” he said, and he gave me a kiss on the forehead. “Now go back to sleep. It’s late.”

“Only if you sing to me,” I said, nuzzling myself closer to him and ignoring how the arm I was laying on was starting to fall asleep.

And so he sang to me and I fell asleep again.


Will and I met Bellino and Ginny after breakfast. A small and delicate hammer charm had been added to Bellino’s camp necklace, and Ginny had flowers placed in her curly hair.

“Hey, you two. How’s everything going?” Will asked. His hand was in mine, and there was no ugly feeling in my chest.

Bellino looked at me, their lips twitching up into a smile, though it seemed slightly less nervous than usual. They nudged Ginny softly, looking up at her with wide and adoring eyes.

“We, um,” Ginny paused, reaching into her pocket and pulling out two bracelets, “wanted to give you guys these. You know, for helping us and stuff.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” Will said at the same time I said, “I did nothing.”

Bellino took one of the bracelets from Ginny, the blue one, and offered it to me.

I stared at the bracelet, realizing it matched the other one in Ginny’s hand. One was blue with a yellow flower bead, and the other was yellow with a blue flower bead.

“Are you sure?” I asked, and Bellino nodded furiously, mouthing 'thank you.’ I took the bracelet and put it on my left wrist, and Will took the other one, putting it on his right wrist. When we held hands again, the bracelets knocked together. Bellino flushed with pride.

“This is really kind of you two,” Will said, giving my hand a squeeze.

Ginny blushed, scratching the back of her neck. “No big deal.”

Just as Will and I were about to leave, I turned, looking at Bellino. “We were just about to head to Half-Blood Hill. Want to join?”

Bellino looked up at Ginny, raising their eyebrows in question. “Um, yeah, sure,” Ginny answered after a moment. “We’ll go.”


At the top of Half-Blood Hill, the scent of strawberries and wild flowers was sickeningly sweet, and I breathed it all in.

My head was on Will’s thigh, and his hand was in my hair, and he was singing a song he’d made under his breath.

Bellino sat and watched Ginny fiddle with small scrap pieces of metal, which were starting to look suspiciously like flowers.

There was no reason to worry, and, for once, I didn’t even have to try and convince myself. I knew it in my heart.

I was safe here, and I was happy here.

The sunlight warmed my face and my heart, and I let myself relax into the soft embrace of Will’s voice.


i feel like my style has changed a bit and im really diggin it?? hopefully other people dig it too

also i may have gotten a bit invested in bellino’s character sue me

Thanks for the prompt!!!