... you all probably understand why by now

was thinking about this also: don’t hide your child’s disability from the child themself, or pretend it doesn’t exist

one of my best friends went to an autistic school for 7 years, but no one ever actually explained to him what autism actually was! parents never talked about it! so he thought that when he went to high school he’d ‘grown out of it,’ whatever it was.

we kept running into situations where, for example, we’re sitting together and someone asks me why I’m flapping and I say “I’m stimming, I’m autistic,” or this friend hears me explain accommodation stuff to a new teacher. and he kept responding with surprise: “that’s an autism thing? is autism the reason we do that?” “yeah!” “oh wow, I thought I was just weird!”

so i’ve been trying to convince my friend for most of this year now that all this ‘unusual’ stuff that we do and difficulties we have are just our natural way of being, because of our neurotype and disability… and the reaction has consistently been relief. like “oh, that’s why I’m like this! it’s not the wrong way, it’s just the autistic way!”

if you act like your child’s disability doesn’t exist, it won’t actually stop existing. they will still be a disabled child, only now they will have no understanding of what that means. they’re going to feel confused and out-of-place at best; have their needs ignored and most probably going to push themselves to able-bodied neurotypical standards of functioning when they just cannot handle that, which is extremely unhealthy!

disability is not a bad word! it is not shameful! you gain nothing from pretending a disabled person in your life is not disabled at all. 

Guide to TV Tropes, Part 1: Tropes are Not Bad

Pylon @constablewrites here! You may know me as the one who likes sending people to TV Tropes. The site is a fantastic resource and can really help writers develop their understanding of story–but it can also be intimidating and frankly dangerous. So I’m here to share some wisdom not just about the site, but about the idea of tropes in the first place.

What is a trope?

Let’s start by defining terms here. For our purposes, a trope is a specific storytelling element that is recognizable in multiple works. The concept of having characters, of stories having acts like plays, of multiple plotlines, all those basic, fundamental concepts are technically tropes.

This is a very broad definition, but that’s on purpose. It’s difficult to discuss something that doesn’t have a name, so that’s what tropes are: a way to give names to those concepts and elements we recognize so we can talk about them, and so that we can be clear that we’re talking about the same thing.

But people talk about tropes like they’re a bad thing.

When someone uses “trope” in a pejorative way, they’re usually talking about a trope that is deployed uncritically, without new context. Tropes can very easily become cliches when they get regurgitated wholesale, but that does not make a trope inherently bad, and that doesn’t mean that new life can’t be breathed into tired tropes.

So why is it important to know tropes?

Essentially, it’s hard to break the rules effectively if you don’t know what they are. Media doesn’t exist in a vacuum; your story is in conversation with everything that came before and everything that will come after. You know that guy who tries to hide that he came to class late, until he smugly makes a point that was already thoroughly discussed 20 minutes ago? Don’t be that guy. (Want to know how many people are out there hawking Hunger Games clones who genuinely have no idea that franchise exists? It’s a much higher number than you just thought of, I promise you.)

What about originality? If it’s been done before it’s not original!

Think of tropes like Lego bricks. It’s not about what bits you have, it’s about how you put them together. That’s how you can take most of the same pieces from this:

…and end up with this:

Take a bunch of spy tropes that have been overused to the point of parody and give them to superheroes, and you have something that feels fresh. A stock character that’s usually male might look very different as a female, even if they otherwise fulfill the same role. Throwing film noir and detective tropes into a setting with magic and monsters invented a whole new genre. And so on. You don’t have to reinvent or twist every element to have something new; you can get just as much mileage out of turning a single trope on its head and thoroughly exploring the implications of that.

Ultimately, you can’t mess with audience expectations if you don’t know what they are. That one death in Avengers: Age of Ultron completely shocked me because the movie is screaming at the top of its lungs that it’s gonna kill a different character. (Worth noting is that I saw it with a friend who didn’t pick up on those cues at all, and thus had a completely different reaction. Knowing those expectations can cut both ways.) Tropes represent the shared language of storytelling that your readers have learned, consciously and subconsciously, and are bringing to the table. You need to understand that language if you want to speak to them effectively.

Hopefully now you understand why it might be beneficial to spend some time on TV Tropes. But don’t dive in just yet! Otherwise you’ll emerge blinking into the light a week later, muttering about egregious sliding scales and realizing that no one’s been feeding your cat and you probably don’t have a job anymore. Tune in next time where we’ll discuss how to use the site effectively and avoid the black hole.

Edit by Werew: Here is the next part of this post! Happy Troping!

In My Head

Me, an INTP: What part of “I want to be left alone and not spoken to right now because I’m thinking deep thoughts in my head and find it frustrating to be disturbed with small talk” don’t you understand?

Me, an INTP: Maybe I should say that out loud.

Me, an INTP: But I’ve tried to explain how I think before, and they all said they understand. They probably don’t want to hear about it again.

Me, an INTP: Nah, I’ll just be quiet instead. I don’t want everyone to think I’m complaining.

Everyone else: Why are you always so grumpy and stand-offish? You don’t have to be so cranky every time I want to talk to you!

Me, an INTP:  …

Me, an INTP: What I need is a personal planet.

I don’t know what you look like yet. It seems that I don’t know much nowadays. I do know one thing though. I will meet you some day. Maybe you’re blonde with blue eyes, maybe you enjoy late afternoon walks with a quiet complexion to add to the sunset. Maybe you’re into science and believe that faith just means there’s something to look forward to. Maybe you’re into philosophy and the line between male and female is just too damn blurred for you. I’m already intoxicated by you and I have not met you. Maybe you’re super shy and laughing obnoxiously is your way to counter your acute social anxiety. I get it. I do, I do. Maybe you’ve been kissed by the sun for too long and your hair isn’t too long, it’s okay. There’s only more to love. Maybe you’re just like me and your eyes like to chill out, maybe the sun rises just to dip back into your skin. Maybe you’re a drinker, maybe you’re a smoker. I’ll drive you home. I’ll smoke one with you. Maybe you’re drug free and have ever smoked. I won’t smoke around you. I might just quit. Maybe you’re an avid book reader with a knack to find the best love quotes– maybe you’re a writer. Poetry and prose likes to slip pills into my drink, don’t worry– I’ll be sober enough to kiss you goodnight. Maybe you’re an artist, Van Gogh didn’t really eat yellow paint and the Mona Lisa is just a reminder that we all need to smile more. Maybe you’re way into science fiction movies, I’ll watch all of the cheesy alien movies with you. Maybe you’ve got a few scars from late nights of self pity and regret– don’t worry, I have those too. Maybe you’re a firm believer that we’re an invasive species and artificial intelligence will end us some day– even if a zombie apocalypse happens, I’ll be sure to leave a poem in your back pocket for safe keeping. Maybe you’re infertile and we’ll never be able to name babies, it’s okay. We’ll adopt. There’s always another option. Cats work too. How about a husky with blue eyes? Maybe you’re religious. I’m not atheist, but there is something out there. Maybe your dad was a drunk and your mother couldn’t cope, maybe you’re not perfect– so what? I’ll accept you. We’ll pull through. It’s okay to have flaws, it just makes us more human than the next. Maybe you’re already in love with someone else, maybe you’re never really going to be mine. Hell, I’d be your best friend. We can talk every now and again. I’ll be fine with that. Maybe you’re into music more than I am, maybe that’s not possible, but if it is– we’re going to get along just fine. As a matter of fact, the more open minded, the more difficult– the more you make me chase after you, the better. Maybe you’re into the same things, maybe you’re my complete opposite. Maybe we’ll never meet until I’m all out of my prime and you’re all out of fire. Maybe we’ll spend a decade in Rome and understand why love has a place anywhere. Maybe you’re lonely too. Maybe midnight walks near downtown city lights are your favorite. Maybe you’re lost. Maybe you’re tired of this fast lifestyle. Maybe we’re both upset about the same thing at this very moment. Maybe you’re finding yourself too. Maybe you’ve been through some pain, maybe you’re drinking it off. You’re probably high right now too. Writing the same poem and dying inside with just the right amount of ow. Maybe you’re not into sex, maybe you’re sexually active. Maybe catching you inside of a bookstore is more likely than finding you in a club. Maybe your favorite element is fire, maybe you’re passionate about everything. That youthful inner flame that just won’t go out. Maybe someone did that to you too. Maybe it never died down. Maybe you’re still burning to find that same feeling with a different person. Maybe forehead kisses are your favorite because he didn’t kiss you enough to make you feel safe. Maybe he was mean to you, or maybe she was. Maybe you’re way out of my league and I’m just bullshitting around to see if I can make you laugh. Maybe you’re reading this right now, if you are then I have something to tell you.
—  I can’t wait to meet you.
RFA: Spin the Bottle

Hello, I really enjoy your account and find you to be a great person! Now that that’s been said I was wondering if you could write RFA+V+Saeran being landed on during a game of spin the bottle with MC?💕💕

I know I have like ten other requests, but this request is sO FREAKING CUTE. 


- Really shocked

- With his luck, he thought he would have to kiss a guy

- When the bottle landed on you, he slowly looked up 

- Then became a complete tomato 

- Little bird peck of a kiss with squeezed eyes

- Probably hyperventilates afterwards 


- Actually groans when the bottle lands on him

-  But then it lands on… you?

- So eager omg Zen chill your beast

- Gentle kiss that lasts a little much longer than it should 

- Keeps winking at you afterwards


- She was kind of bored during the whole game

- Then it landed on her, then you…

- Blushes and kind of jumps back a little

- Short, sweet kiss with awkwardly closed eyes

- For the next few weeks, she can’t look you in the eyes


- Doesn’t really understand the point of the game  

- When he was chosen, he rolled his eyes

- But when the bottle landed on you, he smirked

- Roughly kisses you probably with tongue

- Now he knows why people play this game 


- He was the one who suggested playing spin the bottle

- Grossed everyone out by exaggerating his kisses

- When you were chosen, he gave a dorky grin 

- It was probably his plan all along

- Sloppy but long kiss, he was grinning the whole time 

- Blew you kisses across the room 

[V and Unknown]

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When I was a kid, it always used to infuriate me during “Something There” when Chip keeps asking the adults what they’re talking about, and no one will tell him. I couldn’t understand why Mrs. Potts couldn’t just explain that Belle and the Beast are falling in love. After all, I was a kid too and I could understand that, so why was it inappropriate for Chip to be in the loop?

Later on I realized that the adults probably just didn’t want him blabbing to Belle, and they couldn’t trust him to keep his mouth shut about the enchantment or their plans to break it. But now I’ve thought of something else…

Mrs. Potts says, “I’ll tell you when you’re older.” As inanimate objects, none of the servants aged, including little Chip. So what she’s essentially saying is, she’s hoping that Chip will someday have the chance to grow older, and that’s when she’ll explain everything. Basically, she’s protecting him from getting his hopes up, in case the spell does become permanent. 

(that’s okay, i wanted to have a good cry today anyway)

gab-soon  asked:

Hi :) I've been following you for like forever. I think your art is amazing and it really gives me lots of inspiration to paint. I always wanted to create my own comic and now finally after years I have some good ideas but tbh I'm a little lost about how should I bring it to another level from just few ideas. Do you have any tips on how to work on your story? And how long it took you from idea to the point you started drawing Carciphona?

Hi! Thank you for writing : D I’m glad you like my art!

Even though I do try to become better, at the end of the day I do everything I do mostly for fun so I don’t have proper knowledge to back it up. Everything I can answer is based on my experience, right or wrong, but I’ll try my best to theorize what I think is the right answer for you.

I started the comic not because I thought I was ready; I just thought it’d be fun to draw the comic and I already had some material (keyword some). In these 12 years of drawing Carciphona, even in the recent years, long after I’ve started the comic, I’ve made some pretty major changes that made the story and plot almost unrecognizable compared to before.

The gist of my advice is just don’t worry about reaching a goal or next level for your story, that’s a really objective way to think about creativity and it usually makes you worry more than be creative.Even if you can’t come up with anything, you needn’t feel lost, just don’t write anything. It’s not always time to write or create. Think over what your world is for now and wait. When you know your story better, you will have more questions that will lead to more ideas for your story, just like how you won’t know you need to learn anatomy until you’ve actually drawn something and then saw the gaping hole in your knowledge about anatomy.

This to me is immersion and I only like writing when I feel immersed in what I am working with. Immersion takes time, so no matter how hard you work, it’s inevitable that you will have to give your story idea months or years to really feel natural for you to work with, and this is probably why you are feeling “lost” now–because you don’t really know your world and character all that well yet to be curious about its unknowns, and you want to move forward but you cannot. It’s likely that instead of patiently waiting for that understanding and then expanding on what you already have, you’d want to make your world more exciting by adding details like more races of people/creatures, more characters, more locations etc. This is a lot easier to do as you can see tons of characters created with little context on a daily basis, but if you force it to become more complex this way just to satisfy your standard, you are most likely going to come up with a story that is unrelatable, irrelevant and not believable (ie. character’s actions feel arbitrary instead of natural, the world consists of races and groups of characters that have no relation with each other or with the world from which they came).

I enjoy the slower method of waiting to feel immersed with my characters and world over time, and then being able to naturally continue the story by asking myself questions with that unconscious understanding of how the world and the characters are like. I think it’s important to think of your story in an inquisitive manner rather than authoritative manner. Rather than tell your world/your characters what they are, ask your characters/your world, why it is the way it is. What is the reason for certain cities to be so much more guarded or prosperous compared to others? what do they have that others don’t? Why do the characters feel so willing to travel instead of staying home? What does that say about the climate of society and civilian life, and maybe the lack of attachment they feel towards home and loved ones? who are these loved ones and what are their lives like, even if they will never appear in the story? Asking questions in this manner makes you explore the background which grounds the world and makes it the way it is–the “why” and “how”–rather than making up random facts and characters just like filler–the “what”. It makes it so that your world and their events, and your characters and their lives, exist within the context of the people and things that surround them, rather than just existing because you willed it. This makes for a solid foundation by giving you lots of gaps of information to fill and be creative about, all with information relevant and reasonable to your world. By working like this, I’ve never hit a wall with my writing in the sense that I am out of things to do with my world; I might have days or months where I cannot solve one puzzle about my story world, but I know it is not a loss of direction as much as simply another aspect of my world that will eventually make sense to me as I understand my story more in time.

good luck!

WTF Is Going On In This Fandom: Camren, Epic, Jauregui Family, Social Media Rant/Theory

If you peeped the reblog I just posted from @backstage-meg this won’t seem like it’s coming out of left field. I doubt they (5H, Mila, their families and friends etc) are at liberty to truly discuss what has gone on behind the scenes so we are left with inuendo and scarce clues to try and piece together some semblance of an explanation for what has gone on over the last few months/year…I’ve learned not to trust anything that is being blatantly thrown in our faces. Hence Laucy, 5H drama between the girls, the families shading each other on sm, all this epic/syco label BS. None of them are saying or doing what hasn’t been scripted for them to say or do. Now of course I don’t mean literally scripted but more like dictated instead. I do believe all the girls have private AND public sm ACCTS…except for their twitters because there is really no point. But I wouldn’t be surprised if they have secondary Instagram accounts📱💻. And we already know they all have private snapchats. We are focused on the wrong things. Mike liking and unliking a tweet, Lauren following and unfollowing Mila, Candece Campbell’s radom tweet about Instagram messing up her followers at the same time Lauren was having her “follow debacle” happen, was like a whistle blow to pay attention to the details. Laucy was brought out and shoved down our throats while Camren has been denied and destroyed by mgmt, the label and even the girls themselves. Dinah’s last message to Mila “no matter what they say. No matter what you do…” 👀🐸🍵Come on Dinah was warning us just days before that shit was about to hit the fan and that we should know better than to just believe what we hear and see in the media. It’s all sensationalized. Mila saying she hasn’t seen or interacted with the girls since leaving (even though they all admitted to lying during interviews) was hard for me to believe, even with the current narrative💅. You don’t just sever nearly 5 years of a bond. No matter how tight things got in the end. It was always designed for mila to be the break out star💃 (or at least the first one) hell Demi called it years ago while they were still on x-factor. Now I know people and situations can change. Egos can grow and resentment can start to fester. But I also know enough to know that egos don’t destroy groups bad business practices do. All artists have major egos although some have learned to tame the beast. Your ego doesn’t make you a bad person your actions do. And honestly if the original members of Destiny’s Child can get over being robbed financially💲💰💵 and rekindling their relationship with Beyonce and Michelle and New Edition can welcome Bobby Brown’s crazy ass back in the fold and the Spice Girls can get over themselves to deliver a crazy performance at the 2012 Olympics then hell anything is possible.😮🙌 And I doubt Mila missing meetings would be the final straw to break the camel’s back. She received her gold plaque the same night she left/was kicked out of the group. And we all know there is no such thing as a coincidence when Camren is involved. I know this is long winded. But I had to speak my peace as I watch this fandom panic yet again over this staged bullshit. You’d think by now we could smell it before we see it…😂😂 I said all that to say, trust and believe all contingency plans have been put in place and if you hear the girls saying something especially in a well known publication or media platform📺🎤💻📰 understand those words passed through a dozen mouths before it left theirs. And anyone affiliated with them can’t take a shit around the girls without getting permission to use the toilet and signing their name on the tissue paper. And those who can’t be controlled will be removed. Probably why the laucy interactions have dialed down. Oh and don’t forget it was just in December that Lucy liked Camila’s tweet about the BT video and “bringing the characters to life” and then a couple days later she randomly unfollowed her ….really😒? And the Jauregui siblings pretty much unfollowed around the time she left too…smh. In the right light🔦 it looks like the story makes sense and is on the up and up. But start pulling at the loose strands and details of this narrative and you’ll see how quickly all this shit unravels. And on that note I’m done! This was just a flow of thoughts …So it may make sense. It may make me look crazy, but I’m willing to risk the credibility of my sanity for the sake of voicing my opinion and getting these thoughts down on paper. 📝Speaking figuratively of course. Love you Munchkins.😘

Dean Munch🎓

fic i probably should write

Luke dies in his fight with the Emperor before Vader has a chance to save him.

This breaks Vader, to the point where he just fucking leaves the Empire and goes off to find Leia “there is another” Organa and what remains of the Rebellion. 

And he shows up on Leia’s doorstep, to which Leia shoots him immediately. “Okay that’s fair,” he says, wheezing and holding his wired shoulder in pain.

“What do you want?” she says, this time aiming the blaster at his head. “Answer quickly.”

He tosses her Luke’s lightsaber. “This should belong to you. He would want you to have it.” He coughs, “And I want to join the Rebellion.”

Leia lowers her gun very carefully. “Explain.”

“What is there to explain?” Vader stands fully, towering over Leia. “He killed my son. I want the Emperor dead. At this point, I no longer care what government replaces him so long as the man who murdered my son is dead.”

Leia thinks I can work with that.

So you have Leia here steadfastly ignoring Obi-Wan and Yoda’s ghosts who follow her around spouting Jedi nonsense, of which she refuses to listen to unless they let her talk to Luke, who instead turns to Darth Vader to learn the ways of the Force. “Lost, all hope is” except it isn’t.

Because you have Darth “Probably Not A Dark Sider Anymore But Also Wouldn’t Call Him a Jedi” Vader and Leia “Anger Is My Middle Name But I’m Also Firmly In the Light” Organa teaming up and wrecking havok on literally everything. Seriously, there are whole planets on fire.

Vader teaches Leia the Force, and they never bring up the fact that they are related if they can help it (which means, inevitably, that they end up talking about it occasionally: “You look like your mother,” “…What was she like?” v. “I see now why Obi-Wan didn’t train you. You couldn’t be more my daughter if you tried. Poor Bail…I can only imagine what you were like as a child.” with Leia sputtering “HOW DARE”).

 meanwhile Han Solo is following them holding a baby Ben (who, I imagine, is now named Luke) going “guys? guys? i don’t understand. why is darth vader here. leia why haven’t you shot him. leia can I shoot him? leia we should probably not set this planet on fir–okay, so we’re setting this place on fire. cool cool cool”

in the afterlife, Obi-Wan and Yoda are mourning about how ALL IS LOST while Padme and Luke are drinking mimosas and laughing because they knew there was good there all along.

A Valentine's Day Tale

Was supposed to be main PTA Sanders but ended up being Prinxiety centred. Sorry.

Anyway, to the fic







Logic growled deeply as he stared at his phone, going through the list for the tenth time that week. Valentine’s Day was coming again and until that week, he had been feeling like that was his year. That he would rock the day with a wonderful present and a date that would forever stay in Morality’s head. And he would like it so much they would do it again, and again, until they started dating, and the dating lead on to copulation and then marriage, probably.

Okay, maybe Anxiety had been right when saying that was basically The Sims but… Logic knew no other way on how things could go. Besides, he didn’t even know if personas like him and Morality could even copulate. Or marry. But that was beyond the point.

Beyond the point because if he didn’t find the perfect gift in time, he would t even find out if it was possible or not.

“Forget the chocolate”

“Go with the flowers”

Logic jumped up in the air when he heard the other two speaking, Anxiety and Prince materialising next to him out of nowhere. He could only wish he knew how to do that. He was the one that least popped in in Thomas’ life and did it even less when it came to the others.

“Flowers?” Anxiety complained, raising his eyebrow and making a disgusted face. “So predictable”

“What do you suggest? You know Logic hates dogs” Prince said, hands on his waist, and Logic raised his hand to intervene, but neither of them were paying attention.

“A game, brilliant minded. A game” Anxiety complained, rolling his eyes. “We all know dad is a child when it comes to board games”

“He does not understand video games, that’s for sure” Prince agreed. “But he’s a child for everything really. Unless he’s giving a lesson”

“Oh, he gives you lessons now?” Anxiety asked, a wide smirk on his face, and Prince blushed before groaning in anger.

“You are the most perverted minded person in this household.” He growled, and then rubbed his eyes. “Why do you have to be creative in the worst way?”

“At least I’m creative. I’m not thinking about giving chocolate and flowers to my probable date on Valentine’s Day, right Logic?” The dark persona teased, still smirking. Only then Logic received the attention back on him and he sighed.

“I am not going to start a discussion with the two of you. This is the information I collected through the weeks of careful observation. There is nothing else” he said, fixing his glasses, but Anxiety rolled his eyes, annoyed.

“He needs a watch. Dad has been asking the time for all of us at least three times a day. He doesn’t have a watch. Give one to him” he said, and Logic’s eyes widened.

“How do you…”

“I pay closer attention than you think” Anxiety assured, and then shrugged. “Thank me later”

“It is a great idea” Prince agreed, and Logic smiled a bit, nodding to himself.

“Yes. Good idea” he said, biting his lip. “Now all I have to do is go out and buy the clock. Thanks!” He got up, grabbing his coat and rushing out of the door straight to the mall. “And good date!”

He was too fast to see how both sides blushed before they headed off to their own rooms.

“Prince! Anxiety!” Morality called from his room just before they could enter their own. The two personas looked at each other before walking slowly to the father’s room, getting inside to see him on the bed surrounded by paper, glue, paint, scissors and glitter. He looked up as they entered, smiling. “Hey!”

“What are you doing here?” Prince asked, a smile growing on his face. “Is this…”

“Yes. I’m making a picture book” Morality said, biting his lip. “But it’s coming harder than I thought. Could you help?”

“Are you giving that to Logic?” Anxiety asked, and the father nodded happily. “Well then you can put it in the fireplace, because he will hate it”

“Anxiety!” Prince complained, as Morality’s face fell.

“What?!” The dark persona replied. “You know I’m right. You should just buy a book about weird facts. Or any book at all. Making a picture book is a waste of time. It’s Logic. He won’t even lie saying he like it. He’s not that sensitive”

“B-but” Morality mumbled, voice breaking slightly, and Prince shushed him, shaking his head.

“Don’t listen to ruin-mood over there. He will love it! I know it. Do you need any help?” He asked, and the father sniffled, rubbing his slightly teary eyes.

“N-no. Anxiety is right. I’ll just buy a random book or whatever” he mumbled, standing up and walking inside his bathroom, leaving Prince and Anxiety alone. The royal stared at the other angrily, but Anxiety just shrugged.

“I am hurting him so he isn’t hurt by his affection”

“You’re just going up in my list, Anxiety” Prince said angrily, standing up from the bed and walking to him. “You don’t know if Logic would like it or not”

“Yes I do. I know how Logic works. He would even say he liked it, but he would lock it up in his closet and never see it again” he shrugged, walking out of the room and being followed by the royal. “Besides, that’s my duty: make sure no one embarrass themselves.”

“Your duty is making people feel bad about what they love” Prince said, coldly. Anxiety felt his chest tighten and looked at Prince angrily.

“Oh what now? That’s how I work. I can’t just be nice to everyone like you can!” He said, clearly offended and upset. “Besides, they love each other already! It’s not like they can’t just give each other a kiss and be done for”

“Damn it Anxiety, for someone that cares so much about doing everything right so there is no embarrassment involved, how can you not see that giving gifts is just as important as declaring your love for someone!” Prince said, outraged. “It’s a demonstration of how much you care about someone. Bought or handmade, expensive or cheap, good or bad, it matters not! The fact that you remembered is all that matters when the person really loves you. Obvious that Logic would prefer an encyclopaedia instead of a handmade picture book, but he would have loved it just the same. And even though you convinced Logic against the puppy or the flowers, Morality would have loved any of those just the same as a clock. You claim to know everything better than everyone because you’re scared of trying and failing, and I get it. But don’t push your fears into others. Specially those two. They deserve each other” Prince said, angrily, taking Anxiety by surprise. “Now I will try to convince Morality to make the book and you stay out of it”

As Prince left, Anxiety started to rethink what he had done, and suddenly the images came to him. The future, good and bad, in all options. The flowers, chocolate, puppy, kitten, book, encyclopaedia. And suddenly, nothing mattered anymore, because in the end, the two were always finishing up together, happier or sadder, but always in love.

‘More glitter!’ He heard Prince saying, and Morality giggles, and he sighed, walking to his room. He hated Valentine’s Day, he hated being wrong, he hated Prince being right, and he hated feeling weak like he was.

And as he entered his room, he stared at the fantasy book in his shelf, standing out from everything else, with a golden cover that shone, the present he had bough to give Prince. Now, it was no use. Prince would never want it.

He laid down on his bed and covered himself up, closing his eyes.

Sleep until the sun went away, for sure.

Prince hadn’t seen Anxiety all day, but now it was night and he was sitting on the stairs, excitedly waiting for Logic’s arrival so he could see the interactions between him and Morality. The father was waiting for the teacher on the couch, holding the handmade book and bouquet of fake flowers. He looked nervous, but happy, his feet moving to calm himself down.

Prince’s eyes widened when the door opened, and Morality jumped up, grinning widely. Then, his eyes widened as well, and Prince frowned, not being able to see Logic because of the location of the door. Morality let the bouquet and the book fall and he rushed out, bringing a soaked up Logic inside.

Only then Prince realised it was raining.

“I think I have a cold” Logic mumbled, completely soaked, and Morality shushed him, sitting him down on the couch.

“Worry not. I’ll grab some towels and make some tea” he said, taking out Logic’s tie and looking up at Prince, who in a jump rushed upstairs to Logic’s room, grabbing three towels and dry clothes before going down again.

“Here” he said, and Morality smiled, taking the clothes and towels as Logic removed his shirt and pants and was quickly wrapped around towels and dried by the father.

“What were you thinking? The time girl said it would rain in the evening” Morality said, and Logic sighed after sneezing.

“I forgot… I had to buy your present” he said, and Morality’s eyes widened. That was Prince’s cue to walk away slowly, returning to the stairs, only to realise that he wasn’t alone now. Anxiety was there as well, watching.

“Present? What present?” The father asked, and the teacher chuckled quietly.

“Your valentine present. I wanted to be your valentine, but everything went terribly wrong” he said, and then removed a case from the pants on the ground. “I saved the present, though. But the roses were destroyed”

“Oh…” Morality mumbled, taking the box and opening it. He smiled widely, taking the black clock out and giggling as he put it around his wrist. “It’s beautiful. Thank you”

“Welcome” Logic mumbled, drying his hair as Morality grabbed the book and the flowers from the floor. “What’s that?”

“Your Valentine’s Day present” he said, and Logic stared at him surprised before taking the presents in his hands and smiling shyly.

“Is this a picture book?” Logic asked, raising an eyebrow, and Morality nodded, looking at the ground. “And fake flowers?”

“Well yeah… I don’t know if you would like it but…” He started, but Logic shook his head and grinned.

“I loved it” he said, and Morality squealed contently before hugging the other tight. “Wait! I’m all wet!”

“I don’t care” the father giggled, kneeling down between Logic’s legs and grinning at him. “Will you be my valentine?”

“I already am” Logic said, rolling his eyes, and before he could react, Morality wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him hard, making Logic put his hand on the father’s waist out of instinct but quickly respond to the kiss, pulling him closer and forgetting about the fact that he was wrapped in towels while not wearing much.

Prince smiled as the two realised that, Logic blushing deeply and Morality laughing, and he then sighed romantically.

“You were right after all” anxiety muttered next to him, and Prince raised one eyebrow, looking at the persona next to him.

“Well it’s not everyday that I listen that” he said, but Anxiety just sighed, looking away. “Hey. I am sorry too. I didn’t mean to let it all out like that”

“No, you were right” he said, rubbing his eyes. “I was being an asshole, as usual. I should have just let them be”

“Oh shush it you. No time for self pity” Prince said, and then slowly took a small box from his pocket. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Jason toddler” he teased, giving it to Anxiety, making his eyes widen. “I really liked that nickname”

“I see…” Anxiety muttered, taking the box and opening it slowly, before a small smile creeped up his lips. “Eyeshadow? Really Roman?”

“You never call me by my name” Prince gasped, and smirked. “Does that mean you like me now?”

“Nah” Anxiety said, and then sighed, taking out the book from behind him. “I bought something for you too”

“Is this a fantasy book?” Prince asked, eyes wide as he took the book in hands and opened it. “It’s the fantasy book…”

“Well I…” Anxiety muttered, but Prince shook his head, leaning forward and giving him a tight hug.

“I loved it. Thank you” he said, smiling widely and pulling back, only to be held by Anxiety, the dark persona holding onto his clothes. “Anxiety..?”

No more could have been said. Anxiety swallowed his pride and his fears and moved in, pressing his lips to Prince’s in a quick, chaste kiss - very unlike Morality’s - before jumping up and rushing upstairs to his room, leaving a confused, blushing prince behind.

“Geez Prince, the bell really rang in your midnight ball” Morality said, smiling from under the stairs, while Logic chuckled.

“Your carriage finally became pumpkin hun? How are you feeling?” Logic asked, and Prince stared at them confused and embarrassed.

“What just happened?” He asked, shakily, and the other two chuckled deeply.

“Your date just ran away to, let me quote, 'hide under the covers until the sun goes away’” Logic said, smiling in the most relaxed way Prince had ever seen.

“And you should go after him” Morality nodded, grinning. “Because that’s what good dates do”

“I… Well…” Prince mumbled, and then stood up. “Okay” he took a deep breath. “Good night for you two”

“Thanks!” Morality smiled.

“We will” Logic assured, smiling, and Prince smiled back, before rushing up to Anxiety’s room, knocking on the door.

“Go away Ana” Anxiety growled from inside, and Prince couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, still holding the book that was given to him.

“I don’t want to build a snowman, Ann” he said, rolling his eyes and then looking at the door handle. “It’s not locked. You don’t have a lock”

“Well then come in uninvited. We have already discussed the whole consent thing” anxiety replied, but Prince only smirked.

“I didn’t consent for the kiss you gave me” he teased, and Anxiety growled, making him giggle as he opened the door. “Really though, no harm done” he said as he entered the dark room. In the bed, there was a lump under the covers, and Prince closed the door before walking to the bed and sitting next to the lump. “Talk to me Ann”

“I’m mute, like Ariel” Anxiety mumbled, shuffling away from Prince. “Leave me alone”

“Learn sign language. I know it” Prince said, and then slowly moved one hand up to the covers, pulling them down slowly to reveal a very shaken Anxiety, blushing deeply with tears on his eyes. The royal frowned, worried, and stared at him. “Ann, why are you crying?”

“I’m not” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes and destroying his make up. His voice was even for someone as upset as him. “What do you want?”

“Talk, perhaps? You did kiss me down there you know? I wasn’t expecting that” he said, smiling, but Anxiety just huffed.

“I wasn’t expecting a valentine gift either and here we are” he mumbled, and Prince sighed before laying down next to Anxiety and placing his hand on the other’s waist, over the blankets. Anxiety froze at the touch, before making himself relax. “Prince, what are you doing?”

“Well… What I should have done long ago, I guess” he said, before moving a bit closer and pressing their noses together. “Happy Valerinetine’s Day” he teased, before moving forward and kissing Anxiety, pulling him closer by his waist and wrapping the arm around him.

Anxiety took no second to answer the kiss, pressing closer and kissing back while putting his hands over Prince’s cheek, his body melting at the contact.

“Well, everything worked out in the end” Logic said, his arm around Morality’s waist as they watched them through a small crack on the door. Morality nodded, grinning, and turned to his date, who was now dressed up again in his usual attire.

“Let’s make dinner” he said, grabbing Logic’s hand and pulling him downstairs with a giggle.

Welp, Valentine’s Day for the win, he guessed.

Some Daria Quotes that Are Just Too Good™
  • -If you don’t mind, I’m gonna crawl back into myself now
  • -That’s funny, I don’t remember worrying about anyone.
  • -I don’t like to smile unless I have a reason.
  • -‘Parables of the Way’. I don’t suppose that means the way out.
  • -Welcome to Lawndale, where style meets substance and says ‘see you’.
  • -Life goes faster when you’re somewhere else.
  • -Thanks, but I think I’ll stay here on my-state-of-the-art ass.
  • -Okay, who wants their frontal lobe removed first?
  • -Now I understand why there’s pain in painting.
  • -If we don’t get back, we’ll probably have to drag the body of our history teacher.
  • -Sure, if it’s lining your coffin.
  • -School colors? Are you trying to give the public eye conjunctivitis?
  • - (says to self) Act natural. You’re not hurt.
  • -But you haven’t even tasted my soufflé
  • -Don’t worry, she’s clearly overestimating my conscience-assuming I have one at all.
  • -Dammit. Its my turn to say Dammit.
  • -Then I’m afraid the fevers reached your brain, and you need to be destroyed.
  • -The sad part is that these people are officially part of my genetic makeup.
Yoongi Scenario: In A Heartbeat.

Request: I have one idea ! Since a long time, it’s like a dream. You met Yoongi in Korea, had was in love with him. Bcos you don’t want to be an obligation and disturb his life, you leave him. 3 yrs later, you come back with a little boy who look like Yoongi.

Genre: Family / Drama.

Yoongi never thought seeing you after three years could provoke so many emotions in him, but when he saw you sitting in his study he confirmed himself wrong. 

Nobody told him he had visit when he entered the company that afternoon, the guys were in their personal or individual activities so Yoongi decided to spend his time in work, but when he opened the door of the studio he discovered it wasn’t lone like it should had been. You stood up when you saw him and both of you just started at each other for a good while before you could properly react. You with a bow and a soft smile, him with a frown and a bunch of words stuck in his throat.

-What the hell?- were the first ones he could articulate. -Y/N-

You nodded the confirmation Yoongi didn’t need, of course he knew it was you, what he couldn’t understand and the reason why he probably had a confused expression on his face was what were you doing in there, Yoongi hadn’t seen in you in three years, you had gone out of his life without saying goodbye so now he couldn’t understand why you had sneaked into his studio. All the feelings he had for you started to resurface, all the accumulated thoughts over the past three years making him blind with anger and confusion. 

-How you got here?- he asked before anything else although that wasn’t the question he wanted to ask. 

-A friend let me in- you answered. -It was Hoseok- you gave in with a sigh when he glared. -He did it for a good reason though, and I had to talk to him into it, so this is all me-

Yoongi did a mental note to smack Hoseok or something. -Why? What are you doing here?- he asked now, you were here to see him obviously but why, three years ago you had disappeared in thin air not caring about anything, as far as he knew you had left Seoul, or the country, since he couldn’t find you and god knew he tried to.

-You must hate me, I forgot about that- you said with another sigh, it sounded sad and it made Yoongi bite his tongue to not say anything. -But I want you to know that three years ago I left this country for a reason-

-You didn’t leave this country- Yoongi said despite himself. -You left me-

You opened and closed your mouth but then shook your head. -I did, not because I wanted to believe me, I just had to do it-

He snorted. -What? You are going to say someone payed you to go like some kind of cheap drama?- he shook his head, he was getting too angry and you took a step closer. Yoongi couldn’t refrain himself from staring, you were still beautiful, you had always had the ability to catch his eyes not letting him look at nothing else, you could still do that and he found himself inspecting everything, your hair falling behind your shoulders, your body, your eyes. He was angry at you for leaving and he was angry at himself for still feeling his chest thunder over the sight of you. Yoongi felt like an idiot for feeling like he did, after three years it should have been more than over, but you appeared out of nowhere and he was already a mess of emotions.

-No, I’m not saying that and don’t be sarcastic with me please, you know I hate it…- you shook your head. -I didn’t come here to fight Yoongi, I came here because I… because I needed to see you and because you need to meet someone-

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Length: Short

No one in my family usually cries. If they do, they don’t cry hard. Usually you wouldn’t even be able to tell that any of them have been crying. They’re all so strong-minded.

So you can probably guess how it must be for me to see my mother bawling her eyes out. She’s on her knees right now as we speak. She won’t stop crying. I’m trying to comfort her, tell her ‘it’ is going to be okay, but I don’t know what I’m referring to. I just needed her to stop crying, as it hurt my ears to hear her cry like this. She always told me crying represents a person falling apart, breaking inside, that’s what makes it so very sad.

I’d just gotten back from a party. I had a fight with my girlfriend and bolted out of there. She didn’t even come after me. It was off putting, but seeing my mother like this made my head spin. She wouldn’t tell me anything. 

“Mom, I was gone for just a while. What the hell happened? Please tell me.”

My father is a man of steel. He’s unbreakable, but even he’s crying. He sits in his room, on the bed. His head hangs below his shoulders, and his hands covers his face filled with tears. His expression is that of sorrow and somewhat regret. I can see that he’s hurting. It’s best to leave him alone for now.

He doesn’t like talking when he’s upset, but I’ve never seen him like this. The worst part of it all is that I don’t even know what’s going on. No one is talking to me. It’s like they’re hiding something from me.

In all probability, this is why they aren’t uttering a word. I go upstairs, and find my sister hugging my dog. He’s silent. She’s crying, too. 

“I don’t understand. Why the hell are you all crying? Why won’t anyone tell me?!” I yelled. 

She looks at me with her bloodshot eyes, gets out of her bed, and walks towards me. She raised her hand as she comes closer. I await her further reaction.

Her hand goes right through me, as if I were made of dust. She grabs the picture frame placed on the shelf behind me. It’s a picture of us. We were on one of our crazy vacations, and we looked happy.

It finally hit me. The car crash. The flames. The gore. The fucking party. The screeching of the tires. My anger. Everything came back, how could I forget? I’d been drunk driving and now it’s all over for me. I’m crying, but my cheeks aren’t wet. No tears fill my eyes. I try to hug my sister, I tell her I’m sorry, but she can’t hear me. She can’t feel me anymore, I can’t feel her either. I hear police sirens in the distance, coming closer to my home.

I have an idea about what’s going to happen next. But I do know, somehow, that as soon as they bury me, I wouldn’t be here anymore. God knows where I’ll go, or which universe my conscience will move to. In what dimension will I exist in or will I even exist at all?

It doesn’t matter right now. I’m leaving. They say their goodbyes to the lifeless vessel, and as they do, I can’t see my hands anymore.

I’m disappearing. Oh God.

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NDRV3 Transcripts: Ouma’s Prison Mode Ending

So, many people have asked me about Ouma’s prison mode lately–the ending in particular! I’d like to get around to actually translating all his prison mode events if possible at some point, but for now @shinjiroaragaki and I are bringing you all the ending!

They provided me the transcript and I’ve translated the full thing to English. Since it’s a relatively short event, I’ve included icons for all the sprites in the formatting. There’s a Google doc version as well, although this time around it’s pretty much the same as this post, just minus the Japanese text.

Google doc link!

More translated transcripts.

Since we both worked hard on this translation, it’d be great if people could spread it around and reblog it if possible!

Although it’s bonus mode content, this ending is highly insightful to understanding Ouma’s character. It provides glimpses as to how Ouma behaves in a scenario where no murders occur, what Saihara thinks of him when he’s not putting on such an antagonistic act, and how even Ouma doesn’t really fully understand himself all the time.

I hope you all enjoy! Here’s Ouma’s prison mode ending, alternatively titled “Saihara decides to hold Ouma’s hand until he stops being such a bratty liar.”

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Okay guys

I know y’all really upset with the new promo pics as I am too since well, you know, he has a wedding ring around his finger. 

But please, don’t hate Candy all because she’s in the way of Deckerstar. I fully support Deckerstar all the way but I don’t like the hate everyone is dumping on this poor woman. 

We don’t want our little (maybe not so little now I guess) fandom from being struck with the same issues that other fandoms have. This fandom is like our safe haven. It’s where we go to talk about Lucifer, come up with theories and share them, post fanfics and just talk and have a lot of fun. 

It upsets me to see this fandom of ours being besieged with this issues. 

I understand completely why you’re upset but you got to remember this. Candy probably doesn’t even know what she’s gotten herself into. Perhaps Lucifer has also kept her in the dark of who he truly is (well he would no doubt say he’s the Devil but like everyone else who initially met him she would just think he’s a method actor or just a weirdo) and also did not explain his reasons for marrying her. 

Perhaps she owes him a favor and he’s collecting on it by marrying her in hopes of forgetting his feelings towards Chloe (as if that would ever fucking happen, the stupid Devil boy). 

But it’s pretty clear that Candy may not know the full story just as Chloe doesn’t. 

And perhaps these two can hit it off and become best of friends. Now that would be a hoot. 

So, let’s all just wait for another week. We’ve lasted for a month now. Another week won’t hurt us. 

Prove Them Wrong

Your brothers still won’t take you with them when you go hunting. They’ve even started to wonder whether you’re interested in joining the Family Business.

You lent back in your chair, the emptiness of the Bunker becoming more and more daunting with each passing day. Cas visited less often than he used to as you were growing older. At 17 your brothers trusted you enough to leave you alone. 
They hadn’t called you and you were beginning to worry. Normally a hunt took 2 or 3 weeks, depending on how far away it was. They usually called by then. Even a text.

They were supposed to let you go on Hunts with them. You had a suspicion they were expecting you to start going solo, but you were more clever than that. You were more patient than you were stubborn. Of course, you were more prepared than they thought you were too. Months, hell, years you’d been training yourself to hunt. Whether it be research knowledge, fighting skills or reloading time with guns. 
Your brothers had taught you the basics for safety and you took matters into your own hands, making sure to be prepared.

You couldn’t wait for them to finally agree to take you on your first hunt…well…you say “first”. You’d technically been on one or two with Mary, but they weren’t anything dangerous. Not that you were expecting Sam or Dean to take you on a dangerous one for starters. They’d most likely drag you along to a salt ‘n’ burn, no doubt holding your hand through out the entire thing. Their protective nature was for them as much as it was for you. 

You’d learnt to roll your eyes to the ceiling and put up with their ways.

“Come on, don’t make me save you…” You chuckled aloud. You had a tendency to utter things to yourself when nervous. Only there wasn’t usually an Angel watching.
“Who are you talking to?” Cas’ usual gruff and slightly confused voice filled the empty room.
You nearly jumped out of your skin, but you composed yourself and sighed “No one, I’m just worried that’s all…And you need to stop sneaking up on people. You’re going to give me a heart attack one day!”

Cas nodded and mumbled a “Sorry/”, but you could tell he didn’t fully understand. “Do you know where Sam and Dean are?” You asked, fiddling with your thumbs. Your thumb ran over a fraying piece of thread on your shirt sleeve. 

“Yes.” Cas nodded, pausing as though double checking. Why did Angels never explain anything?!
“Are they okay?” You asked, leaning forward in your chair. As bad as it sounded you almost wanted Cas to say no. You wanted a reason to leave the Bunker. It was so rare you could go any further than the bloody driveway. You’d never really left Kansas before.
If he said no, you could convince him to take you to them. You’d defeat whatever supernatural creature was in their way right in front of their eyes and prove your brothers wrong.

You wanted an adventure.

“They’re fine. Sam’s about to call you actually.” 

As if on cue your phone buzzed, you picked up not bothering to check the caller ID. “Hey kiddo, case it finished. We’ll be home in a couple of hours.”
As relieved as you were to know they were okay, you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed you didn’t have a chance to get out there. No doubt your brothers still saw you as a toddler who doesn’t know their left from their right.
“Okay.” You tried to sound positive, forcing a smile in hopes it would add to the happiness. Only Sam wouldn’t buy it. Dean might have, had it been him who called. “See you then-”

“Bug, you okay?” You didn’t need to be facing him to know he had his puppy eyes showing.
“…Yeah, I’m tired that’s all. See you soon?” You lowered the phone from your face slightly, ready to hang up.
He sighed before saying his goodbyes. “Yeah, see you later.”

Thankfully he didn’t press.

“We’re home!” Dean’s declarative made you smile a little as you got up from your bed. You slipped your headphones off before making your way to the main room.
“Hey kiddo.” Dean squeezed you in a quick hug, letting go to grab a beer. 
You smiled.
“Y/N, what’s wrong love?” Sam sighed, stepping in front of you so you couldn’t subtly avoid his gaze. You glanced up at his worried eyes, wide with furrowed brows.

“Nothing, I said I was tired didn’t I?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as bitter as it did.

“Y/N…” Sam’s voice was half way between serious and concerned.He looked tired.
“Y/N, if somethings wrong you can tell us you know that right?” Dean encouraged, now equipped with a beer.
“Yeah I know…It’s nothing. I’m tired.”
“You’re always tired.” Dean pointed out and you shot him a glare.
He swallowed and uttered “If looks could kill.” 

“If only.” You mumbled, ambling off to your room. You were done.

Sam and Dean shared a look. “Mood swings?” Dean wondered aloud.
“I don’t know…” Sam sighed “Somethings up, though.”
“Let’s give her the night to cool off. We can talk tomorrow.”
“What if we’ve found another case by then, we can’t just ignore this. Not if it’s important.” Sam played the Devils’ advocate. Of course he care about his little sister, but there could be people’s lives at stake.

“The case can wait a day, Sammy. Y/N’s family.”

You sighed, flopping onto your bed and burying your face in a pillow. Sure, you had patience. But all patience wears thin in the end.
You pulled your headphones back on and turned up the volume in hopes it would drown out your thoughts as well as other noises. As the song came to an end you heard the mumbling of voices and paused before the next one played. You sat up, tucking your hair behind your ear…Mary must have come home.

Sighing, you silently opened your door, straining to hear…
“I don’t know…she’s been really distant lately…she’s probably asleep right now…I don’t understand why, we haven’t forgotten something have we?…Her birthday’s not until next month…”

You could barely tell who was saying what so you opened the door wider and slumped down against the wall, leaning back.

“Maybe it’s just a teenage thing…she’ll probably be fine in the morning…”

You almost laughed bitterly, but swallowed the urge. If only they’d let you hunt. If only they knew how much you’d been training…every time you were alone you’d be in the shooting range or hitting the punching bag or studying the law books. You were completely aware your brothers would throw a fit if they realised how serious you were about contributing to the Family Business, so you made sure not to leave any obvious clues. 
You weren’t angry necessarily…you were just bored. 

“I bet they were Hunting at half my age…” you muttered to yourself, tapping the floorboards lightly.  you kept your voice as barely a whisper so only you could here. It felt more permanent to speak your thoughts, more real.“I bet Dad didn’t even question it…I bet-”

Your monologue was cut short when you heard footsteps. Jumping to action, you shut your door and crawled into your bed, thankfully the main light was already off. You closed your eyes and pulled the duvet up so it was covering most of you.

The door swung open, it’s creaks filled the room. A few footsteps sounded yet you kept your eyes tight shut, trying to look as peaceful as you could. Even breaths.
“Y/N…” Mary whispered “I know you’re not really asleep.”
You hesitated, maybe if you kept still she’d change her mind.
“If you don’t want to talk then that’s okay. I’m not your Mom and I never will be, but I can be hear for you. I’m still your family.”

You didn’t move, having made up your mind. Perhaps you would have turned and looked had she not mentioned your Mum. 

“Okay. Fine.” She paused before whispering “Good night…”You waited for her footsteps to fade away to nothingness before opening your eyes and adjusting your position. 

You fetched your laptop, reaching over a pile of notebooks by the side of your bed and grabbing it by the top. Placing it on your lap, your fingers danced over the keys like second nature- practice makes perfect -and began to research for cases nearby.
You were going to prove them wrong.
You were going to prove them all wrong.


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Bellamy Blake imagine: More Than Friends

Requested by @jazminblake (I am really sorry that it’s taken me so long to write this. Hopefully you will like it.)

Summary: Reader and Bellamy are close friends, but it doesn’t look that way. They act more like a couple. One day it makes Clarke, who is really jealous of the reader, confess to Bellamy about her feelings for him. But he rejects her and tells her, he loves reader. Then he tells the same to reader.

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“What would this beautiful lady want to drink?” I rolled my eyes at a bartender, standing behind our makeshift bar. He kept flirting with me all the time even though I had made it clear it’s pointless.

“Just a water,” I waved him off not being in the mood for hearing his annoying voice.

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More Split stuff- Patrica’s downfall & Dennis’ rise?

Alright guys, so here we go again! It kind of threw up a whole essay about Dennis and people seemed to respond to it (and i love love discussing Split with people) and I had some thoughts about Patrica and Dennis. 

Now that we know that M. Night was always planning another movie, I have been thinking about how the characters are going to progress. The conclusion I’ve come to is that Dennis and Patrica will be put at odds with each other- that Dennis will continue to develop as a sympathetic anti-hero and that Patrica will be revealed to be far more manipulative than we assumed. 

First, let’s talk about what each character wants to accomplish from releasing the beast. As mentioned in a previous post, Dennis wants to be accepted and validated. Rejected by the alters due to his OCD he has lost that validation- this is important because his OCD is what kept Kevin from being abused. His OCD is a core part of personality because that was his singular purpose- to keep Kevin from harm. Now his OCD is no longer needed by the alters so his purpose in life is gone, in his mind he probably exists for no reason. This is why When Dr. Fletcher tells him, “you aren’t dangerous, you were necessary.” it almost makes him emotional and relieved.  That’s all he wants, to be seen as a valid living person with a purpose. As of right now, the only way he thinks he can accomplish this would be through the beast. For people to recognize the Beast’s immense power they would also have to recognize the power of the horde and Dennis wouldn't seem so defected and unstable anymore. I do not think Dennis craves power just to have it, he craves understanding and acceptance. As of right now, acceptance of his existence is the most he can get. He was been told (by Patrica) that the Beast is the way to get it. 

But then there is Patrica. I want to you guys to recall the scene where Patrica tells the girls that Dennis will tell them who the beast is. He comes in, sits down, and gives this really wordy monologue about the Beast and all his glory. Didn’t it seem rehearsed? Didn’t he seem really underwhelmed by the whole thing? Didn’t it seem like something Patrica has told him over and over? Reading interviews with James Mcavoy we know that Patrica represents unfaltering faith- this is because Kevin had probably lost faith in everything and that is how Patrica came to be, to make up for it. Patrica and Dennis differ in a big way- Patrica is never bothered by the fact that she is an outsider or that the other alters don’t understand her. In fact, she is upbeat (and almost EXCITED) throughout the whole thing.She wants the beast to be released so other “regular” humans can behold all of his power. She wants people to see the Best, Dennis wants people to see HIM. That is the major difference. She talks about the Beast like it is her religion whereas Dennis sees it all from a very realistic standpoint. I think these views will clash eventually and will send them in very different directions. 

Clearly, Patrica’s dominance over Dennis is established very early on . “Don’t worry, he listens to me.” That line alone shows us that this has been Patrica’s ballgame up to this point. We know that she is also manipulating Hedwig for his ability to take and give the light. “I think she is still mad at me.” She is manipulating a kid by being upset with him so he can try and make it up to her- like most kids respond to a parent who is mad at them. She holds a knife up to one of the girl’s stomach threatening her- almost playing with her. Dennis yes gets physical by carrying them around but we never seen him actually threaten to hurt them and cause them harm. He kind of just wants them to stay put-and stay clean. What I’m saying is that when you really look at Patrica she is a lot more malicious and manipulative than Dennis. 

How Dennis and Patrica will eventually clash and how that will pan out, well, i have no idea BUT I feel like I do know what will be the spark that ignites it-Hedwig. Dennis says to the girls at one point, “You shouldn’t fool children, that shows who you really are.” This line I feel is going to be so important. He seems very genuinely bothered that they are hurting Hedwig. I assume this is because he was protective of Kevin and Hedwig is Kevin’s childhood innocence. I think that Dennis will eventually see Patrica manipulating Hedwig in some way and that this would be the moment that Dennis is ‘going to see who she really is’. 

Dennis is a broken, complicated, and desperate man. 

Patrica is malicious, manipulative, and unnerved by criticism.

Hedwig is young, gullible, and wants affection. 

I think from those three descriptions alone we can tell who the real ‘villan’ is going to be. Dennis is the strongest alter, the protector, and despite being pushed away from the rest of the alters he is going to have to stand up and protect them from another abusive mother figure once again- he just has to see it first. 

does this make any sense??? lol. I hope it does. I have a lot of Dennis feelings and I don’t want Hedwig to get hurt. But I do think the story is set up to redeem them both. Tell me what you guys think!

Hold me tight

Pairing: YoongixReader

Genre: Fluff

Sum: You and your best friend, Yoongi is invited to a beach house with friends. Expected to be snorkelling, swimming, grilling and bonfire. It sounded like a dream, escaping from the dorm to see the sea. If just, you were able to swim. It was one of your deepest secrets, that only Yoongi was told about. Given a deal, he helps you to swim without others knowing, but it takes sacrifices of being close.

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AU: College

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