I mean the speech alone - 'I understand all that. It's okay.'

Why We Need to Appreciate Padmé Amidala

In spirit of #SWisagirlthingtoo making its way around Twitter, I thought now would be the perfect time to make a post I’ve been wanting to write for a while. Star Wars up until recently has not given much attention to its heroines, perhaps with the exception of the iconic Princess and General Leia Organa. It is incredibly sad that it has taken this long for the franchise to realise that characters such as Leia, Padmé and Rey (as well as the many animated heroines we have met such as Ahsoka and Hera) have been and will forever continue to be definitive factors in the way many girls have and will grow up.

When it comes to Star Wars, I loved Leia and I love Rey, but they are both not the heroine I connected with. I connected with former Queen and then Senator Padmé Amidala from the highly criticised (although increasingly less so) prequels and then again in the animated series, Star Wars: The Clone Wars. Any Padmé fan knows that loving her as a character most often means you’ll often be told that in the end she did ‘nothing but cry over Anakin’ or is in no way comparable to her daughter, you’ll find it frustrating that no reference is made to her at all following Episode III and you’ll know that she has little to no presence in merchandising even when you are more than willing to throw coins down Disney’s way for her.

But Padmé deserves to overcome all of the above. Padmé constantly has to battle against both what people expected her to be (arguably a Leia clone) and the often restrictive and limiting definitions of what makes a “strong female character”, especially in pop culture. Regardless, here is why Padmé is such an underappreciated and amazing character.

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the fuckboy scheme | 2 | m

◇ Maybe Jungkook wasn’t as bad as you previously thought. Maybe.

◇ Jungkook x reader

◇ fuckboi!au + college!au

◇ length: 4.9k

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◇ okay i know i said i was working on other things but i just realised I’m almost at 2k followers and i wanted to get this fnished bc a lot of yall apparently like this and honestly i kinda like how this part turned out!!! Also thank almost 2k of you for being sweet and supportive and understanding,,,,,, ily all 💗💗


Two hours pass and Jeon Jungkook is still completely and utterly flabbergasted — and hard, too.

He can’t wrap his head around the fact that you teased him, turned him on and then proceeded to leave him. That - that’s never happened. He’s Jeon Jungkook — any girl in this college would bend over backwards to have him in their beds, and what’s even worse is that Jungkook was the one chasing after you. Shit.

So he stands for maybe more minutes than is socially acceptable, mouth gaping and eyes narrowed in an uncomfortable mixture of confusion and disbelief — and then, he downs between 2 and 10 concoctions from the kitchen that are much too bitter but much too sweet at the same time; he flirts and kisses and flirts and kisses until he’s breathless but he’s still bored, still spiritless.

Thus, Jungkook finds himself locked in one of many bathrooms in Jackson Wang’s house. A shaky breath escapes his lips when the pounding music fades to a muffled cacophony and his inebriated gaze focuses on his image in the crystal mirror in front of him.

He imagines you were there with him; your hair mussed, your lips swollen, chest heaving with every breath. He imagines that he lifts you onto the sink and eats you out like a man starved, he imagines you getting on your knees and swallowing his cock like it’s your favourite treat. And fuck, are those good thoughts.

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You’re beautiful

Request: Can i request a sis fic? Maybe something that the Reader is really insecure about her body and has a really tough time.(She’s 14/15)and her brothers do anything to help her? Idk.Its a hard idea.If it’s okay to do it it would be amazing.Ly Kay❤       

A/N: 5 months later I write it….thanks for your patience! I kinda made it so that the reader wasn’t too happy with her body & was having some mental insecurities as well, hope you don’t mind, it just sorta happened. The reader can be really age cause we all have body insecurities no matter what age we are, even though we’re all perfection, we all need a reminder sometimes.

A/N Part Two: This fic was hard to write, mainly because my brain didn’t wanna function while writing it. In the end it felt like pulling teeth but I wanted to finish it because I’ve been taking wayyyyy too long on requests.

A/N Part Three: I lied, I actually kinda love it now that I edited it.

Dean x Sister!Reader    Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Originally posted by jensen-jay

You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror, not quite sure what was looking back at you. It had all begun as a joke; you were just getting out of the shower when Miranda Lambert’s song Vice started playing on your phone. You were playfully singing along with the song as you finished drying off, however when a certain verse started to play you couldn’t help the sadness that overtook you.

Standing at the sink not looking in the mirror,

Don’t know where I am or how I got here.

You zoned out after that part, because you realized it was true.

Lately you could never look at yourself in the mirror.

You hated what was looking back at you.

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Little Ham Man (Small?Hamilsquad x Reader) 7

A/N: here ya go (oops it ended awkwardly)

Previous Chapter II Next Chapter

“Okay, time to teach the proper etiquette. Men, you don’t have to call me miss all the time. Y/N is fine, no one really says that anymore. Unless you don’t know what their name is.” You said, looking at all of them in their small desks. You bought it from a toy store, giving them pieces of lead and small scraps of paper.

Hamilton was writing paragraphs on his paper. You couldn’t read the words, since they were extremely small. Laurens was doodling, you could barely make out the shapes. Mulligan had his feet up on the desk and Lafayette was watching you, a small smile on his face.

“But why, Y/N? Isn’t it polite to say that?”

“It is, Lafayette, but it’s just weird, you know? We’ve downgraded in society. And we don’t go around wearing fancy dresses and suits every day. Most wear jeans and shirts.” You replied, looking at the fancy clothing they were wearing. This time, Mulligan’s ears perked up, his eyes meeting yours.

“Wait, I’m sorry, what? What are these jeans and t-shirts?” He looked over at Alexander’s casual wear. “Do you mean this nonsense that he is wearing? Is this why you wear that loose fitting clothing all of the time?” He asked, gesturing towards your sweater. You looked down at it.

“Yes, why? Is there something wrong with my clothes?”

He nodded. “You looked very improper. No woman of your status would be wearing something so, so shameful.”

“We’re not in the 1700s anymore, Herc. It’s 2016. No one wears those white wig things or those puffy scarves things,” you said, pointing to the fabric, “And what do you mean by a woman with my status?”

“You’re an educated woman, Y/N. I could create you a gown if you would like.”

“No, I’m fine with what I have.”

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1) kanye west calls taylor swift regarding a song that he is writing and recording. the transcript of that conversation is as follows:

Kanye West: “I don’t want to do rap that makes people feel bad.”

Taylor Swift: “Umm, yeah I mean go with whatever line you think is better. It’s obviously very tongue in cheek either way. And I really appreciate you telling me about it, that’s really nice.”

Kanye West: “Oh yeah, I just had a responsibility to you as a friend you know, and I mean thanks for being so cool about it.”

Taylor Swift: “Aw thanks. Um yeah I really appreciate it, like the heads up is so nice. [inaudible] Even asking or seeing if I would be okay with it and I just really appreciate it. Like I would never expect you to like tell me about a line in one of your songs.”

Kanye West: “Relationships are more important than punch lines, ya know?”

Taylor Swift: “I don’t think anyone would listen to that and be like that’s a real diss she must be crying. You’ve gotta tell the story the way that it happened to you and the way that you experienced it. You honestly didn’t know who I was before that. It doesn’t matter that I sold 7 million of that album before you did that which is what happened, you didn’t know who I was before that. It’s fine.

Taylor Swift: “And you know, if people ask me about it I think it would be great for me to be like, ‘Look, he called me and told me the line before it came out. Jokes on you guys, We’re fine.‘ You guys want to call this a feud; you want to call this throwing shade but right after the song comes out I’m going to be on a Grammys red carpet and they’re going to ask me about it and I’ll be like, ‘He called me.’ It’s awesome that you’re so outspoken about this and be like, ‘Yeah, she does. It made her famous.’ Its more provocative to say ‘might still have sex…’ It doesn’t matter to me. There’s not like one [line] that hurts my feelings and one that doesn’t.”

2) kanye west’s song ‘famous’ is released. taylor swift’s first statement to the press is as follows: 

Kanye did not call for approval, but to ask Taylor to release his single 'Famous’ on her Twitter account. She declined and cautioned him about releasing a song with such a strong misogynistic message. Taylor was never made aware of the actual lyric, ‘I made that bitch famous.’” 

3) kanye continues to assert that he did call taylor and that she approved of the song.

4) taylor swift’s grammy acceptance speech:

"As the first woman to win Album of the Year at the Grammys twice, I want to say to all the young women out there, there will be people along the way who will try to undercut your success or take credit for your accomplishments or your fame." 

5) kim kardashian west mentions taylor swift in a magazine article months later and states that there is a video recording of the kanye and taylor conversation. 

6) taylor swift releases another statement trying to reframe her issue as being about the specific word “bitch” in the song:

“Taylor does not hold anything against Kim Kardashian as she recognizes the pressure Kim must be under and that she is only repeating what she has been told by Kanye West. However, that does not change the fact that much of what Kim is saying is incorrect… Kanye West never told Taylor he was going to use the term ‘that bitch’ in referencing her. A song cannot be approved if it was never heard. Kanye West never played the song for Taylor Swift. Taylor heard it for the first time when everyone else did and was humiliated. Kim Kardashian’s claim that Taylor and her team were aware of being recorded is not true, and Taylor cannot understand why Kanye West, and now Kim Kardashian, will not just leave her alone.”

7) kim decides to release the video of the phone conversation between kanye and taylor.

8) taylor swift releases an instagram message:

“Where is the video of Kanye telling me he was going to call me ‘that bitch’ in his song? It doesn’t exist because it never happened.” 


the above timeline shows that taylor swift has continually tried to reframe her issues with the song. at first she said there was no phone call asking for approval. then she said that he didn’t tell her about the line “i made that bitch famous”. and finally, that he just didn’t tell her about the “that bitch” part of the line. in taylor’s initial statement she said that she cautioned kanye about his misogynistic message, yet she also said that she was never told about him using the word “bitch”. her lies simply don’t add up.

please note that her issue at the grammys was that kanye was trying to take credit for her fame. however as the transcript shows taylor herself stated: “it doesn’t matter that I sold 7 million of that album before you did that which is what happened, you didn’t know who I was before that. it’s fine… i’ll be like, ‘he called me.’ it’s awesome that you’re so outspoken about this and be like, ‘yeah, she does. it made her famous.’” she perhaps more importantly also said: “i would never expect you to like tell me about a line in one of your songs." 

whether you like kanye west or kim kardashian is irrelevant. taylor swift is not the victim in this story, please don’t fall for her manipulations yet again. she lied, that is the truth.


Originally posted by j-miki

Title : Foreign

Pairing : Jinyoung x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Romance

Author : Myself

Summary : You’re supposed to meet your boyfriend’s parents, but you’re a foreigner and you start freaking out, so your boyfriend comforts you.

Red dress? Too fancy. Long skirt? Too Tacky. Jeans? Too casual.

You shook your hands in the air, throwing yet another piece of clothing and hating yourself for not being able to buy one single decent outfit for this important day. There was nothing worth being shown, and even less parade into in front of your boyfriend’s parents. You selected a pair of black pants and took a pale blue embroidered tunic, hoping it would have a girly effect on the people who were pictured as severe and merciless. You checked on your reflection in the mirror and sighed.

You looked like nothing they would love. Nothing at all.

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Fukawa is a shut-in. She’s been pressured her whole life, living stressed out to the point she created a split personality. She doesn’t trust absolutely anyone, she doesn’t want to, she’s afraid of having feelings, yet she’s been longing for a friend since she was a little child. Yet, even though she doesn’t think much about others, she also doesn’t think much about herself. She constantly goes on about how ugly she is, even though she tries to cover it up with saying she takes pride in it. She has almost zero self confidence, never standing up for herself, hiding in shadows. That girl is an absolute mess.

And then she comes across Komaru.

Komaru, who doesn’t seem like anyone special at first. Komaru who is your everyday common girl, who reads shojo mangas and listens to pop music bands. Komaru who just had been thrown into this mess of a world, who doesn’t understand what’s happening, why it’s happening. Komaru who is the first person in Touko’s life to actually admire her and appreciate her existence, not as a writer or anything, just as Touko the way she is. Komaru who is really happy to have “someone as amazing as Fukawa-san” around. Komaru who isn’t discouraged by Touko’s harsh words. Komaru who insists on calling her her friend. Komaru who doesn’t stop liking her the moment she acknowledges the existence of Syo. Komaru who says that both Fukawa AND Syo are her important friends. Komaru who doesn’t turn her back on Fukawa when she finds out she betrayed her. Komaru who instead tries to understand her motives and wants to help her.

The scene with the Servant was a breakthrough moment for Fukawa. She purposefully loses the battle against Komaru to let her have a chance to flee being fully aware that it will most likely put Togami in danger. She calls out her nonsense when she declares she won’t run away and instead will stay with her and help her. She truly wants her to escape to a safer place, even if it means parting their ways and endangering Togami’s life. When she turns into Syo it becomes clear - her feelings tell her to kill the servant and let Komaru go free. She gets angry when Komaru tries to stop her from killing him and remembers all the moments Komaru said she wanted to escape this city so much. But Komaru doesn’t want to anymore. Not if it means putting Fukawa in trouble. After all, Fukawa is her friend. And her only goal now is to help her. Even though Touko made fun of her for calling them “friends” before, when she turns back to her normal self she admits that she has been dreaming about someone calling her that her entire life. She stops that “Omaru Dekomaru” charade, It’s Komaru. And she never mistakes it again.

And it doesn’t stop there. Right after Servant is threatening them again, she stands up and snaps at him, telling him that she won’t let anything happen to Komaru, that she will protect her even by the cost of her life. She may not have a clear idea what exactly a friend is, but she’s trying. She wants to discuss stuff she heard friends normally discuss, she even wants to read Komaru’s future manga, despite hating that genre, if it makes Komaru happy. And Komaru is there for her also, she wants to call her with a friend suffix (Touko-chan) but she acknowledges that it makes her uncomfortable so she stops immediately and doesn’t insist on doing that again. When she tries to give a speech at the Haiji’s base and she fails miserably, being at the edge of bursting into tears, Fukawa doesn’t try to stop her or make fun of her. Even though she doesn’t have the clear idea of what Komaru is trying to do, the only thing she tells her is “Komaru, I’m here for you, so do your best!”. Whatever the hell is Komaru’s goal, she’s going to support her. Later on, Touko admits, that she actually admired Komaru’s speech. This is Touko freaking Fukawa. She doesn’t say that kind of things to just any person. No, she doesn’t say things like that at all, keeping them to herself even if she thought something like this. Yet here she is, complimenting the ordinary girl Komaru, shojo manga reading girl Komaru. But most important of it all, her real actual friend. Komaru.

Sign up for the Toukomaru ship today.


Okay, let me explain. Monaka basically says, that she chose Fukawa to take part in her plan, because she wouldn’t we “intrusive”, she wouldn’t bond with Komaru, she wouldn’t try to protect her. Which, in the end, was the exact opposite of what Fukawa did. She knows that Komaru is slowly falling into the deepest pit of despair, simply because she isn’t acting like herself. Because she isn’t acting like Komaru, the kindest, sweetest, nicest person Fukawa knows. And she’s going to protect her and the controler, because she knows that’s what Komaru wants, she’s her friend and this is her duty. Even though I was getting tired of Touko’s obsession with Togami, I was happy when she told Monaka to give her the key, because she isn’t giving up on any of them. This shows how strong this whole ordeal made her, she finally has important people to protect and she isn’t going to leave them behind, they’re going home as a whole, no exceptions. When they finally get away from the Big Bang Monokuma Fukawa, seeing the state Komaru’s in, slaps her and immediately regrets it. She doesn’t want to hurt her, she tells her to do the same thing to her, because that would be fair. Komaru does, but she doesn’t want to. She’s a mess, seeing devastated corpse of her parents brought her even more despair, she doesn’t know what to do. And that’s when Touko does something that Fukawa from the beginning of the game would never do - she embraces her, stroking her hair slowly and says “We’re in this together. When you’re in trouble, I’ll help you. And when I’m in trouble you’ll help me. Persevering as a pair like that… That’s what makes being together so great, right?”. She doesn’t hide her feelings anymore. She loves that girl, utterly and completely, she’s her precious friend she wants to keep safe. She isn’t going to let her pity herself now, now’s not the time.She doesn’t soften the edges, she understands what Komaru is going through, but she knows she has to help her keep moving forward. And yet, the one who finds the biggest support in the other girl is Touko. She’s not alone anymore. She doesn’t have to go around, throwing her feelings at anybody, even if they don’t return them and don’t want her presence (Togami). As she puts it, she’s finally found hope of her very own. Komaru is her hope, the ray of sunshine in her life. Just look at it, how after Komaru announcing her staying in the Towa City, for Touko leaving Komaru wasn’t even an option. She chooses Komaru over Togami in a heartbeat and there’s no way anyone would convince her to part with her. If she doesn’t go back with Komaru, there’s no point in going back at all.

anonymous asked:

fee i need autistic reyna pls ud be good at this

i just had a fucking RAGER of a shutdown like the worst one ever and i’m trying to pull myself out of it so really what better of a time than this

  • she uses the exact same communication methods when she’s commanding a crowd as she does in every day conversation. it’s a little offputting and perplexing to everyone else, and she struggles very hard to communicate one on one.
  • she always thought she’d be a terrible leader because she really just doesn’t seem to be very good at talking to people and making people like her, but she’s stunned to find that 1. giving uninterrupted speeches where she gets very passionate about her topic go over quite well in front of a crowd 2. being very Intense and Focused when making a point in front of an audience is perceived as a sign of strength and wisdom, rather than aggressive or a turn off like it is when making small talk
  • her movements seem kind of mechanical or stuttered to most people. the only time her body seems to work the way she needs it to is when she’s fighting.
  • her lending her strength out to other people is genuinely the most selfless and compassionate act she’s capable of making, because it depletes nearly all of her spoons and makes her enormously vulnerable until she has time to recharge
  • she has such a difficult time with sarcasm. she ends up being grateful for her reputation as a super intense and slightly terrifying leader because this is the facade she uses to disguise that she literally cannot understand other people’s senses of humor sometimes.
  • she’s actually a super sweet and sensitive person but she often panics and feels so uncomfortable when other people start making jokes or using heavy sarcasm or excessively dry humor that she doesn’t understand, so she’ll leave the room.
  • it’s really sad and makes her feel sort of helpless because she can’t quite make friends and everyone seems to think she hates them, but she doesn’t realize that she has a resting bitch face and she just really truly genuinely forgets to say basic greetings sometimes.
  • she h h h h aa a a t e s showering, the water pellets feel like they’re attacking her and bar soap is hopelessly dry and starchy feeling and scented shampoos or shower gels feel nice but are so strongly scented that it sends her into sensory hell
  • she is absolutely floating on cloud nine when she discovers the roman baths.
  • sometimes she’ll be doing okay and everything will be cool but she just. needs a second. so she’ll quick find a door to lock herself behind and FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP….”phew.” and then go resume whatever she was doing.
  • she has a playlist of instrumental music (her faves are strings) and after a hard day of praetor work, she’ll put her headphones in and slowly rock back and forth to unwind. that’s like her favorite activity to do she could sit like that for hours.
  • she doesn’t really have meltdowns or shutdowns in the traditional sense but she DOES dissociate when she gets like really agitated. it’s a fairly new symptom (or it used to happen rather a bit when she was younger but she seems to have blocked it out, because it stopped when she arrived at camp jupiter and only starts up again once the war is over.) it’s more connected to her emotional state than anything else.
  • she looks very outwardly chill when she’s dissociating and it tends to be the “my body is moving on autopilot but i actually have literally no control of what i’m doing rn and i feel like i’m watching myself from outside my body” kind. if it gets REALLY bad though (like as in she’s very very agitated and emotionally distressed) it’s the “who’s fucking hand is this” kind
  • her dogs act like therapy dogs, really. she’s such a lucky bastard to have them i swear
  • she can usually sense when she’s going nonverbal before it actually happens (Luck y BASTARD) so she’ll start communicating in grunts and one word answers on purpose to like, charge up, or store energy or whatever.
  • she’s really good at keeping several spoons on reserve for important moments. she unfortunately had a lot of time to practice this with a childhood as rough and awful as her’s was.
  • if she says “i don’t want to talk about this” she really fucking means i literally do not—cannot talk about this right now and if you do not drop it i am literally going to fucking lose it. she usually leaves the room before it gets that bad.
  • cc’s spa is such a nice place for her because she can just braid people’s hair for hours and hours and she doesn’t have to talk to them or look at them she can just like use their hair and it feels so stimmy and nice
  • she is a hu m m e r she does a steady monotone hum when she’s happy or content or relaxed. circe’s customers used to gossip about it and she got really embarrassed so she made herself stop, and she doesn’t pick up the habit again until she’s at camp jupiter.
  • jason always thought it was really cute and he wisely never commented on it because he had a feeling it would make her self conscious (he was right). he always felt strangely honored that she felt comfortable enough that she would do it in front of him (even if he didn’t understand that it was a stim, he clearly knew it was something she did when she was happy and relaxed and only when she was alone or alone with him).
  • she was selectively mute (partially nonverbal??? idk what the terminology is for this is actually but It’s A Thing) as a child and so that was how she got diagnosed, because her teachers were always like “um HELLO sir your daughter doesn’t speak to us?? literally ever???” and her dad was like a total deadbeat, so he probably just punished her for it or called her stupid or whatever, but hylla exhausted all her resources researching it and was the best most supportive big sister any autistic kid could ask for.
  • eye contact is super bad in one on one or small scale situations but once again she looks a lot more comfortable in a crowd because she can just stare at everyone’s forehead or scan faces without really seeing
  • she’s super hyperempathetic towards animals!!!! (don’t fucking make me think about scipio!!!!!!! there was no fucking reason he needed to die!!!!!!!!!!!)
  • also animals really like her. this is a helpful skill when meeting lupa, understandably. she’s very good at wolf language, considering she doesn’t use words as her like most primary kind of communication (and sometimes feels like verbal speech is impossible)
Routine Part Four (Lin x Reader)

Prompt List||Request Something||Masterlist

(Part One)(Part Two)(Part Three)

requested: yes

Prompts Used:

75) “I’m sorry that I slapped you across your stupid face.” “Are you really sorry though?” “No, and it’s probably going to happen again.”

Summary: What to Avoid When Writing a Musical

Warnings: a lot of swearing, teen!lin being a total asshole (the peak of jerk teen!lin so far), reader not dealing with his bs

Words: 3175

People who want to be tagged (for some reason that will never make sense to me): @yayhamletnonstop, @old-manmiranda, @sharkastic-issues, @fangirlwithasweettooth, @nesthemonster, @defenestrate-yourself-please, @randomfruitsofhappiness, @always-blame-jefferson, @itsjaynebird, @just-a-random-fandom-24, @unknown1200, @theselfishllama, @chloehamiltonn, @love-doesnt-discriminate

(for some reason it won’t let me tag @colbertandlin-manuel so can someone tag them please??)

Originally posted by alexanderhamllton

“Hey, Y/n! I have a question!” Lin runs up to you and starts talking as you start to walk home after school on a Wednesday. “So, for this whole ‘what to avoid thing’, what topics are we going to use?”

“Oh, I have a whole list, but it’s at my house.” You point to the dirt path that leads to your neighborhood. It’s the you take every day.

“Oh. Okay, that’s fine I can wait until I come over later. See you then!” He starts to walk in the opposite direction. You mull over a thought in your head, and before you know it, it tumbles out of your mouth. 

“Why don’t you just walk home with me? I m-mean if you don’t want to or if you have something else to do, t-then you can come at the normal time-” You start muttering random things, in the hopes of redeeming yourself from something potentially very awkward, while looking at anything but him.

“Hey, hey!” He tries to stop you, but you don’t recognize it so you continue to mumble words under your breath. “whoa whoa WHOA!” He chuckles at your nonsensical rambling, which cause you to stop. 

“Stop talking for two seconds, please? I mean, I know you like speech but geez.” You glare at him, about to yell a response at him before he cuts you off once again. “Uh-buh-buh. No more talking. You talk way too much. Anyways, I’ll walk home with you, but you might have to wait here while I go to the creative writing room to get my project from my teacher.”

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electrifying🌙liam dunbar

Liam Dunbar x Reader

Word Count: 2042

Request: This was requested by @claricesims, unfortunately I lost the original request but I’ve done it the best I could from memory.

A/N- Hello everyone! I hope you all enjoy this imagine. I just wanted to say a massive thank you to @scotttstilinskii for helping me with parts of the plot and for keeping me motivated. You should all go and follow Fizzy, she does Teen Wolf headcanons, ships and imagines; she deserves more followers! Love you all! R :) x

Stiles was finally letting you go to pack meetings, and you were beyond happy. Being a Stilinski was amazing, but it had its downsides. One of these downsides included a stupidly overprotective brother who seemed to be under the impression that you were made of glass. You, Scott and Stiles had made a pact when you were 13: as soon as you turned 15, you were allowed to go to pack meetings and help with pack matters. Helping with pack matters everyone was still a bit iffy about, but they just had to suck it up, nothing was going to stop you from defending your town from supernatural threats.

You made your way over to Scott’s house for the meeting, and you weren’t sure why you were feeling so nervous. It’s not like you didn’t know the members of the pack, in fact, you knew them all incredibly well- so it was a mystery as to why you were feeling like it was the first day of kindergarten all over again. Stiles had driven straight from school to Scott’s house, meaning that you had to ride your bike. It wasn’t the end of the world, it just meant that you would be the last to arrive, seeing as everyone could either drive or had gotten a lift. As you made your way towards Scott’s front door, the feeling of impending doom increased drastically. “Stop being stupid,” you muttered under your breath, “these people are like family. Just walk in and act normally.”

That’s what you did.

You walked in with your head held high, only for it to immediately drop again when you realised that you looked like an idiot. Following the voices of the pack, you found them in the living room- they were all conversing until you walked in- which is when they all looked up and just stared at you for a few heart wrenchingly awkward seconds. Stiles cleared his throat and everyone greeted you. Then, Stiles gave his famous ‘I’m Stiles Stilinski, this is Y/N Stilinski, and if you hurt her I will beat you with a baseball bat’ speech. This still made everyone in the room tense with nervousness, despite the amounts of times they had heard it. You snuck a look at Liam who was sitting on an armchair in the corner, and he was sweating profusely upon hearing that speech. “Great” you thought, “Another boy I like scared of even liking me because of who I’m related to… fantastic.”

You’d been harbouring quite the crush on Liam even before Scott turned him into a werewolf. Everything he did you found endearing, and you certainly understood why he had issues controlling his temper- particularly around Stiles, who seemed to do nothing but aggravate him. As if he read your mind, Stiles elbowed you in the shoulder and gave you a pointed look. “Okay, okay,” you supplied, holding your hands up in a sign of surrender, “I’m going to sit down.” You made a bee line for where Liam was.

“Y/N…” Stiles grumbled. You hastily turned on your heels.

“Just not over there, chill your beans big bro,” you sighed in passing, patting him on the arm and taking a seat in between Lydia and him- knowing it would annoy the hell out of him. Karma sucks.

You could honestly say that the pack meeting was not worth getting so apprehensive about, or excited about really. Scott only spoke about things that you already knew about because you enjoyed looking at Stiles’ crime board, and trying to find any connections that he’d missed. Nothing new regarding the Deadpool had been found, so you spent most of your time staring at Liam. That sounds really creepy. You weren’t ‘staring’ at Liam per say, maybe gazing would be a better way to describe it. Liam had been hanging on to every word that Scott said, absorbing the information like a sponge. It was adorable. Stiles, however, wouldn’t stop giving you evil eyes; you knew this meant an extreme talking to from your older brother on the way home.

Stiles had kindly put your bike in the back of Roscoe, and was giving you a ride home, it was nice of him, but you knew he had ulterior motives. The moment you were out of earshot of any werewolves he began yelling, “WHY THE HELL WERE YOU GIVING LIAM HEART EYES BACK THERE? AND DON’T EVEN TRY TO LIE I WAS WATCHING YOU.” Before you could even answer, he continued to shout, “GOD, WHAT DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND ABOUT NOT BEING ALLOWED TO DATE ANYONE?!”

Tears were brewing in your eyes now. “Stiles stop the car.”


“Stiles I said stop the car, I want to get out!” You were bawling now, pulling at the door handle to open it so you could escape the toxic atmosphere that your brother had unwillingly created. Stiles pulled over and unlocked the car doors.

You jumped out and said to him, “I understand why you don’t want me to date anyone, but it’s not like I’m ever going to date Liam is it? Can’t you at least let me be a normal teenage girl and have a crush on someone?” Stiles stared at you gobsmacked. A second went by of intense staring. You slammed the door. You turned away from Roscoe towards the woods. You didn’t look back. You just kept running.

You ran until your legs burned. You just needed to cool off, Stiles would understand that; but then you thought back to the pack meeting. Scott had specifically said no one was to go out alone in the dark, and what had you just done? “Oh crap,” you exclaimed to no one. You reached into your pocket for your phone, only to realise that you’d left it in Roscoe. “Oh, double crap,” you exclaimed again. Deciding that the safest thing to do was run back the way you came, you took off, sprinting in and out of trees until you collided with something. This something was a few inches taller than you, and has a strong muscly build. The physique of this something caused you to fall backward and flat on your back, “Oh, triple crap,” you groaned, trying to get a look at the possible threat that you would have to face alone in the middle of now where.

“Oh my god, Y/N, it’s you! We were all so worri-“ but Liam didn’t get to finish his sentence because he was hit in the back of the head, causing him to fall on the ground next to you. Before you even got the chance to scream you were punched across the face and greeted by the warm arms of unconsciousness.

You woke up with a horrible ache in the side of your face, peering around you took in your surroundings. An empty warehouse. “How very ominous.” You thought to yourself. That’s when your memories came flooding back to you. “Holy shit! Liam! Liam, where are you?!”

“Y/N, calm down I’m over here,” you turned your head to find Liam chained to a metal fence, that seemed to be hooked up to some sort of electrical generator.

“Liam what the hell is going on?” you cried.

“I think one of the assassins has us, just don’t move your wrists too much or you’ll get electrocuted.”

You carefully looked down to your wrists and supressed a scream. Around your wrists were two shackles that had two industrial sized crocodile clips attached them, they themselves had wires that lead to the same generator that Liam’s fence was connected to.

“Holy shit Liam, what are we going to do?” You were crying now. You couldn’t stop the steady flow of tears from falling down your face.

“Shh, Y/N, it’s going to be okay. I’m going to get us out. Just stay still, I’m coming to get you.”

You tried to do what he said, but a sudden shiver ran down your spine causing your body to jolt around. Electricity ran through your body; a loud ringing went through your ears and it felt like time stopped. You could see Liam moving around in your peripheral vision, he was only causing himself pain. You tried your best to call out to him but you couldn’t do anything but lie there, jerking around with ringing in your ears.

You weren’t sure how long it had been when you were scooped up and rushed into the back of a car which you recognised to be Roscoe. Still not being able to focus on anything other than the ringing in your ears, you closed your eyes and willed it all to go away. And that it did.

“Y/N, Y/N wake up, come on, I know you can do it. Just open your eyes and look at me,” the voice that had been talking to you was gradually getting louder and louder. You complied with their pleas and opened your eyes. Liam.

“Liam, what are you doing here?” you asked, your voice was scratchy and sore from being electrocuted. Ah. That’s why you were lying on a cold metal examination table in the animal clinic.

“What am I doing here? W-well I was waiting for you to wake up, and to see if you were okay. And you are, awake and okay that is.” Liam garbled, you giggled a little. Liam’s rambling was always something that you had found cute.

“Liam, you’re rambling. And shouldn’t I be asking if you’re okay? It’s all a bit hazy, but if I remember correctly, you were chained to an electrified fence that was going off because you were thrashing about?”

“Ah- well- yeah I’m fine,” he supplied, rubbing the back of his neck whilst tilting his head, “Do you remember anything that I said when you’d been electrocuted?”

“No, I couldn’t hear anything but a ringing in my ears. Was it important?” you asked, secretly hoping that he said what you would’ve said, had your roles been reversed.

“No, no, no, it wasn’t important,” Liam replied quickly. Your shoulders noticeably dropped at his reply which made him rethink his answer. “You know what, Y/N, it was-is important. I like you a lot. Back there, I thought you were dead, and do you want to know what I regretted the most? Not telling you how I felt just because of your brother. God dammit Y/N, I don’t care what Stiles is going to do to me. I just want to give you the whole world.”

You were in shock. Not only did your crush like you, but he wasn’t afraid of the repercussions that came with it. You flung yourself into Liam’s arms and clung on for dear life. He gripped your head and placed kisses all over your forehead. “I like you a lot too, Liam.” You said, peering up at him, before kissing him on the cheek and settling back into his embrace.

Stiles and you had had an emotional make up, which involved a lot of apologising from the both of you, and a little crying from the both of you. Stiles had finally accepted that you were a teenage girl and it was only natural for you to have an interest in boys, what he didn’t know yet was that that interest didn’t stop at admiring from afar.

You and Liam had decided to tell everyone you were dating at a pack meeting, you figured that was the best was to prevent fatal injury on Liam’s part. When you told everyone, they were all excited for you, and were happy that the two of you had finally got together. You questioned what they meant by that and they just replied with, “We could see that you like each other, it was only a matter of time really.” And then came Stiles. He was being unnervingly quiet.

“Stiles?” you asked carefully, not wanting him to explode and simultaneously attack your boyfriend. The reaction you got was far from expected.

“My baby sister is dating a werewolf with I.E.D… I’m going to puke. I’m actually going projectile vomit over all of you.”

And that was that. Everyone knew. Liam hadn’t been attacked by your brother. You were happy.


Eva: we cant come up with anything else to give her?

Noora: like, a card? What if we perform something?

Eva: yeah, yeah!

Noora: something… Moroccan or something?

Eva: something that everyone will remember 

Text: hey chris. do you have any money i could borrow? like 1000 kroner? Its okay if you have less too, i promise you will get them back 1st of july, along with those 750 i owe you already. Its just a top that is on sale now that ive wanted forever. and i dont want to ask mom because ive borrowed so insanely much of her lately

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Writing A Musical - Step Five

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Word Count: 3,255

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Step Five: Take a Break

You took Lin’s hand and stepped out of the car, seeing a few heads turn your way. You recognized some of them as your old high school classmates, the ones you didn’t like. After Lin handed the keys off to the valet, he offered you his arm as you both walked in.

You leaned closer, whispering in his ear, “People are staring.”

“So let them.” He replied.

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(Translation) Koibito vs. Nijigen vol. 1

恋人 vs. 二次元 第1巻「オタク彼女の場合」(R18!! Please proceed only if you’re above 18!)

CV. Murata Taishi

T/N: commissioned! one of my favorite CDs EVER, i love this cd ASDASDHDAF!! i swear every 5 seconds i end up laughing like a damn seal!! lmao like. every damn line is a grim nostalgic reminder of hisayuki and i. can’t. fucking. take it.

actually, you can see how much i enjoy translating this cd because. y’know. you can just see it. sorry. i’m guilty.

honestly when i heard of this cd i was 101% HYPE but ngl also hiding 0.2% of uncertainty because face it, it could be either comedy or, yan. i mean yeah, the cover doesn’t seem yan but i’m sure those who have been a loyal customer of the otome cd industry like ri and chi yes this is a callout post for both of u :♥ would advise, don’t judge a cd by its cover or synopsis… unless it’s kuroi yume

ok for reals before i make things worse, let’s jump ahead to the cd and enjoy this totally embarrassing piece of adorable cupcake made of 100% organic cutes and pures. srsly he’s so good @ milky chain pls make a sequel for this series…pls… i will sacrifice my firstborn and my left asscheek pls pls pls

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westallen pushing daisies AU 1/?

Since the particle accelerator explosion, Iris has been able to bring things back to life, temporarily and even permanently. You can imagine that this makes her life a little complicated, especially when she has to bring her own best friend back to life (because, hey, he’s a superhero, surprise!) at the cost of never being able to touch him again. 

- - -

Iris thrums her fingers on the table, sat on the tall chair in Jitters. Waiting for Barry to get here, her pulse thrums with nervousness. She’s finally going to tell him the truth, after months of indecisiveness.  

The bell above the door jingles and she startles with it, smiling instinctively as Barry walks straight towards her. As he sits opposite her, she pushes one of the mugs towards him, even making it slop over the rim and spill a little onto the saucer in her enthusiasm. “I got you your coffee for you, but it might be a bit cold because I got here early, and you obviously got her a bit late.” Her fingers twiddle between them, “Extra shot americano, right?”

He’s giving her an odd look, and, yeah, she realises she’s being really weird. God, she’s acting more like Barry than Barry himself. She forces her hands to still by clasping them tightly together, and she tries to make her face less crazed.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Sorry,” she says, her voice thankfully more toned down now. “This is, uh my fourth cup today.”

His eyebrows raises and he teases, “You know it’s only eleven am, right? Even for you, that’s impressive.” Then his expression clouds. “Wait, is that what you wanted to talk about? Are you stressed? At work, or-?”

He reaches out to fit his hand over hers, and she turns it so their palms slot together, familiar and comforting. His immediate concern fills her with confidence, and wipes away the fear she had about telling him, about how he’d react - he’s her Barry. He won’t be mad. He might be a little freaked out, but they can move past it, she’s confident.

She takes a deep breath. “Barry, I- I have to tell you something.”

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Vanilla. (Josh Dun x Reader)

“I really like tacos. Like, a lot. But I like you more than tacos. Is that okay? Because tacos are really amazing, so if I like you more than tacos, that’s a lot. And-“

“I like you more than tacos, too. But I’m never letting you drink again,” you said, one hand holding a tight grip around your very drunk best friend’s waist to prevent him from falling over while the other rummaged through his jean pocket for his house keys.

When your fingers slid into his pocket, Josh immediately let out a horrified gasp and attempted to swat your hand away.

“(Y/N), no! That’s for after we’re married, silly.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I love your blog btw and its always quick to update, yay! I was wondering if you could do Atsushi, Akutagawa and Chuuya how they'd react to a lover with supraventricular tachycardia arrhythmia? Basically when her heart can beat really fast at any random moment and make her start crying, squirming and sometimes screaming in pain and there's no real way to calm it down? Sorry if you don't want to do it.

(I did some research but I’m obviously not a doctor so please forgive me if I use terms incorrectly or don’t have strictly accurate facts!)

Nakajima Atsushi

  • When you explain to Atsushi that you have this condition, he’s instantly a bit panicked. The terminology goes straight over his head and he hasn’t the foggiest idea of what you’re actually suffering from, but it sounds complicated enough that the name alone intimidates him. After you elaborate on exactly what supraventricular tachycardia arrhythmia is, this time using speech he can understand, Atsushi’s concerned, but determined to become the best-equipped caretaker possible. For weeks after he learns of your condition, he spends hours on the computer researching. When he has questions, he bugs Yosano to clarify. Atsushi dreads the inevitable moment when he has to handle an episode, but he prepares as best he can to tend to you.
  • When your first fit rolls around, Atsushi’s completely frenetic. Before this happened, he was convinced that he could handle an episode, but witnessing how much pain you’re in only short-circuits his brain. Atsushi’s carefully-prepared first-aid plan goes completely out the window. Within seconds, he’s dialing Yosano, almost on the verge of tears himself.
  • Atsushi’s at a loss for what to do. There’s nothing he wants more than to wrap you in the tightest hug he’s ever given you and hold you until the pain fades away, but he’s afraid that he’ll only hurt you more. Instead, he simply grabs your hand and squeezes; that action, at least, seems safe enough. His heart shatters as he watches you suffer. Atsushi rubs tiny circles over your knuckles, pleading with you to hold on until Yosano arrives.
  • After your first attack, Atsushi’s intent on being actually ready next time. Yosano’s number is promoted to the top of his speed dial. Atsushi checks beforehand where he can touch and hold you, so that he can actually comfort you next time, without fear of hurting you worse. He asks Yosano to teach him all of the vagal maneuvers, so that he can walk you through them and hopefully halt an episode in its tracks.
  • Whenever you have an attack, Atsushi cradles you, setting your head in the crook of his shoulder and chest. He leans down, nose burying in your hair, and simply babbles. Atsushi never drones about anything of consequence; just little tidbits about his day, or an explanation of the latest book he’s picked up, or that he likes the shampoo you’ve been using recently. He’s not quite sure how to comfort you, and he hopes that his senseless little monologues take your mind off of some of the pain.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

  • After you walk him through your condition and how it affects you, Akutagawa’s relatively calm. He’s dealt with tough situations before, and he’s sure looking after you will be no different. Surely, it can’t be that hard to handle something so simple as a heart problem!
  • As soon as he experiences one of your attacks, Akutagawa instantly realizes how wrong he was about the ‘easy’ part. Actually seeing you on the floor, writhing at the mercy of your own body, shakes him like he never could have predicted. He’s immediately next to you, pulling you into his arms and berating himself for not being more prepared.
  • Akutagawa’s pissed after looking into the condition and realizing there’s no cure. He doesn’t care about the cost; he’s in the Port Mafia, after all. Expenses mean nothing. There isn’t a length Akutagawa wouldn’t go to take your pain away. The cold truth that there’s really no way for him to fix your problems infuriates him. Every time he’s stuck just watching, holding you as you ride out the pain, Akutagawa’s jaw clenches tight. Anything that causes you pain angers him, and even your own heart is no exception.
  • It doesn’t take long before Akutagawa knows your body inside and out; whenever you’re about to have an attack, he recognizes the signs instantly. Since he’s always got such a close eye on you, you’re never surprised by an arrhythmic episode again.
  • Whenever you suffer an attack, Akutagawa guides you until you’re practically laying down on his lap, head tucked in his elbow. He tugs you close until your skin’s pressing into his through your clothes, and holds you long after you’re through the pain. It doesn’t matter whether  you’re in public or private; nothing, and no one, is going to threaten you. Even something so mild as a strange look leveled at you by a passer-by is enough to attract Akutagawa’s ire (they’re lucky he’s attending you, because if he wasn’t, he’d dismember them for such a bold insult to his beloved). You’re safely locked in his arms until the pain passes.  
  • Akutagawa’s completely silent through your attacks. He’s not quite sure what to say; after all, nothing from his lips can ease the pain. He waits until he’s sure you’re recovering to ask if you’re alright. Akutagawa’s not one to waste words, and checking in on you in the middle of an episode is just stupid; he knows you’re hurting, and wondering aloud if you’re okay is only going to make both of you more upset.

Nakahara Chuuya

  • News of your condition alarms Chuuya; his mind blows up its severity before you can fully explain. Truly calming him is beyond your (or anyone’s) ability, but he puts on a brave face for you as you elaborate on your condition. Anything that could harm you dismays him, and the possibility of something totally beyond his control causing you pain is terrifying.
  • Refusing to accept the fact that there’s truly nothing he can do to cure your arrhythmia, Chuuya spends about a day mulling over all of the possibilities before coming to you with a list of ‘feasible’ solutions. Naturally, every one is extremely expensive. Where you’re concerned, however, no price is too much for Chuuya. He’s willing to do anything from hire a full-time personal cardiac doctor to funding an entire research project searching for cures. Dissuading him from blowing his entire fortune is a drawn-out process; very little that you say can discourage him from trying to eliminate this problem.
  • One thing Chuuya will absolutely not bend on is your day-to-day health care. Even if you can get him to abandon a 24/7 doctor, he’s still going to ensure you have the best cardiac surgeon on the face of this earth at your beck and call. No matter how much this professional wants to be paid for such a demanding client, Chuuya will pay. Nothing is too expensive when it comes to your safety.
  • Anytime you have an attack, Chuuya’s feelings shut off and his inner executive comes out in full force. He knows that if he lets his emotions get the better of him, he won’t be able to help you in the way you need. There’s plenty of time to worry over you when you’re not writhing in pain, he reasons.
  • Whenever you suffer an attack, whether in public or behind closed doors, Chuuya’s fully equipped to handle the situation. He leads you to a calm, private corner and guides you to the floor, sliding down to sit with you. Although Chuuya knows you can’t be anything close to relaxed in a time like this, he tries to ensure you’re as comfortable as possible.
  • Chuuya practically morphs into your mother when you’re suffering. As long as the position doesn’t pain you, he tugs you into tight hug, resting your head on his shoulder as he rubs tiny circles in your back. Murmuring sweet nothings in your ear, his fingers run through your hair, massaging your scalp as you ride out the pain. No matter how long an episode lasts, Chuuya never leaves your side until you’re back standing on your own two feet.

okay i can’t not show my growing love for Present Mic so headcanon post (plz dont tag w/ ships)

  • he’s the most extroverted out of all the teachers. probably out of all the pro heroes. 
  • he 100% talks in English with Toshinori all the time. they actually rarely speak in Japanese when its just them. 
  • in fact, there’s no way Toshinori didn’t each Mic at least SOME of his English catch phrases and how to properly use them. Toshinori is a huge influence on Mic and as a result Mic is probably even more dramatic in English then he is when he’s speaking Japanese
  • (if im right it hasn’t been confirmed that all might is an american [i personally headcanon him as having an american mom and a japanese dad and having a background in both places but thats neither here nor there] but either way they both rlly like American culture and sometimes when All might goes to American he takes Yamada and they get like burgers and tacky souvenirs)
  • also they trade comic books and english music all the time and Toshinori has this huge ten gallon hat that he lets Yamada borrow 
  • speaking of, Mic probably speaks more then just Japanese and English. idk what tho. 
  • PODCASTS. Mic has lots of ‘em, especially when he was younger, but as he’s grown up, and especially since he started teaching, he doesn’t have a lot of time for them. 
  •  he loves clubs and raves and parties so much, heck, he just. he LOVES them and he can be found in them whenever he’s got some spare time. 
  • GLOWSTICKS. he always has some on him and he loves using them and he loves them so much. 
  • hes very busy and just as much of a workaholic as Aizawa (I mean. He has a popular radio show, he works as a pro-hero, and he works at the school. this boy works so much.) but he does what he can to sleep when he can and is constantly drinking energy drinks when no one is looking
    • he’s also very hyper and is one of those ppl who just don’t need a ton of sleep! hes v lucky cuz of that
  • ‘aizawa where’s yamada’ ‘idk’ ‘yeah u do’ ‘hes in the woods screaming’ ‘why’ ‘idk’ 
  • he was childhood friends w/ Aizawa and has ALWAYS been dragging him into bs. he also developed a REALLY thick skin for ppl underacting to his bs. u know when he isn’t at all stopped by the first year students just :l’ing his performance??? thats cuz of Aizawa
  • he also gives aizawa a bunch of ‘gag gifts’. theyre all Present Mic Merch. aizawa keeps it all. that sleeping bag? it was a gag gift but now hes rolling down the halls with it. Mic is equal parts delighted and horrified. 
  • hes constantly listening to music and podcasts and he always listens to it loud enough
  • he had hearing issues and went through a lot of surgeries as a kid. i know that pain. constantly getting tubes in and out and ughghrhgh it sucks. 
    • as a result tho he’s REALLY GOOD about going to see kids in hospitals and like once a week he just shows up with a bunch of dolls and balloons and super hero merch. 
    • (he gets aizawa to come sometimes but most of the time aizawa just sleeps on a cot)
  • also i was reading that Flourish fic and the author is SO RIGGHT HE’S A MIDDLE CHILD W/ A HUGE FAMILY. hes so over the top there is NO WAY he’s not a middle child. 
  • HES SO GOOD WITH KIDS but please don’t leave him alone w/ ur kids and expect him to calm them down he will not. hes the guy who hypes up the kids all the time, constantly, consistently. 
  • it is so hard to interview him because he just. tends to take up the whole thing and he is absolutely capable of interviewing himself. in fact i bet its a sort of heckling among news stations to have their new ppl interview Mic. 
    • also its p much canon that he doesn’t like reporters, right? he doesn’t like them at all. 
  • hes a meme. hes just. UGH hes such a meme lover. 
  • if he sees a student in the wild he’ll look them in the eye completely deadpan and then dab as hard as he can at them. its terrifying. 
  • PONY TAILS FOR DAYSSSS. i heard this was confirmed but iiiii dont know where to find proof so
  • also hair gel for days. his hair is spoiled af and no hair is better taken care of them him. he only buys the BEST. 
  • he doesn’t know what a fashion is. he just doesn’t. most of his wardrobe is leather tho. 
  • he’s pretty well off bc of his various jobs. hes borderline rich, actually. he probably would be if he’d stop buying his own merch all the time. 
  • he rlly struggles with volume on a daily basis. he’s gotten better over the years, but when he’s excited or sleepy or distracted he is LOUD. 
  • he’s also a super loud snore-er. 
  • he is not a reader but he likes listening to audio books
  • But when he does read he sub-vocalizes like crazy and it takes him a long time to parse through any written information. 
    • actually due to his hearing issues and his inability to smoothly process written information he had a lot of difficulty in school :(
    • but he can fake it until he makes it. 
    • also he absoluetely does the thing where someone says smth to u and ur like ‘??? :)????? whAT’ and then realize what they said in the middle of the repeat
  • Charisma skills out the rear but tends to talk over ppl when he’s not paying attention. 
  • actually he probably knows JSL (i looked it up, Japanese Sign Language is actually called Japanese Sign Language or  Nihon Shuwa, according to wiki?) anyway the easiest way to make sure he understands what ur saying is probably sign
  • most of the other teachers and ppl who spend time around him a lot keep ear plugs in their pockets or purses. 
  • also, theres not a whole lot of distinction between Yamada and Mic as far as the public is concerned. He doesn’t go to any sort of trouble to hide his human identity. 
    • BUT its next to impossible to recognize him in the wild. like his hair and outfit is v different and he will go to a lot of lengths to not speak. 
    • when in doubt he tends to speak TOO quiet. over correcting. (also. something i do when i get ear infections and can’t hear anything)
  • weird poses. all the time. for no reason. 
  • REALLY GOOD DANCER. what kind of dancing? yes. all of them. yes. 
  • anyone: *says something to him out of the blue* 
    • anyone: fjUCK YOU, YOU KNOW MY NAME
  • he went through a stage where he trilled a lot 
    • (once he trilled right in Aizawa’s ear and got an elbow in the face and that was the end of that)
  • okay i really love this loud man hes so good and so much fun
Please Don't Do It || Steve Rogers

Summary: It was the end, you couldn’t take it anymore, you decided to end your life. Until a certain handsome 97 year old finds you and tries to change your mind…

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Suicide, Depression, Near-Death experience 
If you’re depressed or suicidal then, please please please ask for help. Ending your life is not worth it. You can talk to me ANYTIME, I don’t bite.

*Requests are open*




Originally posted by thatplaidnerd

Originally posted by master-of-duct-tape

You were alone in your bedroom, laying on the bed as tears were rolling down your cheeks. You’ve been holding it in all day. Seeing all those people smiling an happily living made you want to die. You felt like you were drowning, expect you could see everyone else around you breathe. That’s what depression felt like.

That was it for you. No one understood your pain. No one wants to help. No one.

You made your way to the bathroom, making sure to stop by the mirror, wanting to take one last look at yourself. You hated what you became, you used to be such a happy person, but now it was too late. That joy and desire to live you used to carry has been robbed from you. But then Steve came, and for a while, everything seemed to be better… but it didn’t last, unfortunatly. Not wanting him to abandon you, you never told your lover about your depression. You felt like you were a burden to him, and expressing to him how you felt would just add more weight on his shoulder. You didn’t feel like you mattered.

But what you didn’t know, is none of that was true, you did matter. You did have people who cared about you, you just needed to be brave enough to ask for help, because you deserved someone to be there for you, and help you get through those difficulties. But it didn’t really matter anymore now, did it?

Sighing for what would maybe be the last time, you opened the cap of the bottle, pourring a part of its content in your hand.

Ready to swallow the pills, you shakingly brought the pills close to your mouth when you heard a familiar voice shout.

“Don’t do it, please don’t do it (Y/N) .” No, you told yourself, what is he doing doing here?

“Baby, please don’t do it. I can’t lose you too. Please just put those pills down, love.” He gently whispered.

“You don’t get it Steve, you just don’t. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep putting a fake smile on my face and pretend I’m okay when I’m not. I can’t live with those people who pretend to be my friends while they actually hate me. This world is cruel and I can’t live in it anymore. You can’t understand my pain, no one can Steven. You’re better off without me, you’ll find someone better, there’s so many pretty girls out there who would kill to be with you. Please just let me die Steve.

You whispered the last sentence, not finding enough strengh to use your voice. Steve was fighting back his own tears, blaming himself for not noticing sooner, all the signs were there, if only he just paid more attention to you.

“(Y/N) Look at me.” At first you ignored him, feeling too ashamed to face him. “Baby, hey, look at me. You don’t have to pretend anymore, okay? From now on, I want you to be honest with me. I want to help you fight this, I want to help you. Do you know why? Because I love you, because you’re the only one I want, those other girls mean nothing to me. (Y/N) please, just let me spend the rest of my life showing you how important you are to me.”

As he went on with his speech, he slowly took the pills from your hands, and hid them in his pockets, you didn’t take any actions to try to stop him. You were just exhausted, all you wanted was someone to hold you and tell you everything would be okay.

Steve wrapped his arms around your fragile body. He then tightened his grip around you, never wanting to witness an event like this ever again.

Please don’t let me go…” You desperately asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, starting to sob once again.

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He kissed your hair and your forehead multiple times as you both sat down on the floor.

“I’m not letting you go anywhere, baby. Everything will be okay.  We’ll get through this together love, we’ll get trough this together.”

You weren’t alone anymore, everything was finally going to get better.

Old Fashioned Kinda Guy

Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter

Steve struggles with the current level of physical intimacy in his relationship with Peggy, like the giant dork he is.  Natasha and Clint are, as usual, absolutely no help.

“Is this really what you want?” Peggy asked, and Steve paused, considering. It wasn’t really a matter of want, but the right thing to do.

“I think it’s for the best,” he told her carefully. “You’ll see.”

“Well, I doubt that,” she sighed. “But since you clearly won’t be moved, I suppose I’ll just have to learn to live with it. You just couldn’t be like the other soldiers, could you?”

“Sorry, Peg,” he murmured, squeezing her hand.

“It’s fine,” she said, pulling her hand away to wave it vaguely in the air. “I’ll manage. Somehow. Although the winter may get chilly, that big bed all to myself–”

“Ah, we’re not going to have to deal with a breakup are we?”

Steve turned around to see Nat and Clint standing at the door, the latter looking uncomfortable while the former just looked annoyed.

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Something just like this. Part two.

Name: Something just like this. Part 2.

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Captain America

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader; Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff; Natasha Romanoff x Bruce Banner.

Warnings: Cheating; alcohol consumption; AU.

This story are going in two timelines: one in a plain letters; the other one - in italics.

Summury: Bucky Barnes.The man, who has everything he might desire: beautiful girlfriend; money; power and loyal friends. Or so he though. What will happen once he is late for his flight and fired from the job he loved so dearly?

People always say: Fate has a twisted sense of humor.
What can go wrong on a day, when nothing can go right?

Part 1.

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