I honestly can't believe this is a thing that might be happening 😂

Things I realized working on my Nano today:

1. Write the scene you don’t want to write.

I know you don’t want to write the boring bridging scene and you think 1300 words is a pretty good word count for the first day and you don’t even have any ideas for that scene because you had ideas for the scene before and you have ideas for the scene after.
Screw that, write it anyway. Yes, it might be bad, yes you’re really not inspired and it feels very bland right now. Write it. WRITE IT. Get to 1700 words with a boring filler scene that is needed for context.
Because honestly, if you’re not into writing that boring scene now, you’re not gonna be happy to have to write it on day 25 with 8K words to catch up.
Nano isn’t about writing your best novel, you cannot always write your best, Nano is about writing the whole damn thing. Then you’ll edit and rewrite until you make it good, make it best.

2. Pay attention when you read.

I’m not saying read everyday, nobody got the energy for that, but when you do read, pay attention to the words. If the way someone blended dialogue and descriptions together flows well, write it down for later. There is only so many times you can use “As for”, “But her eyes”, “When she”. At some point you get really tired of the way you write things, it doesn’t feel like a style anymore but just the same bits of sentences, simply reorganized with different words.
So pay attention to others’ words. Being able to use a phrasing you liked in your own writing will suddenly make you feel a whole lot more talented than you felt ten seconds before. Ride the highs when you can.

3. If you’re inspired to write more, write more.

Don’t settle for the 1667 words, if you’ve got a snippet of scene teasing at you, write it, a writer’s brain is a fickle thing and we don’t want you to forget why it had to happen this way, or this amazing dialogue you made up. If you write 2K today, that’s 200words you won’t have to force out on a bad day. Do it for future you.

Doomed — Min Yoongi (05)

Words: 2834

Warnings: demon!Yoongi + angst (a lot of it; prepare your hearts)

Description: Dating a demon is not at all what you thought it would be like…

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“She’s pregnant.”

You stood there, shocked. You couldn’t believe it. Was he lying? Why would he lie about this?

Out of the people that stood around you, Yoongi was the first one to speak up.

“What the hell do you mean ‘she’s pregnant?’”

“I mean, she’s pregnant, Yoongi.” Lehun tells his nephew.

How could you be pregnant? If you were pregnant, wouldn’t you have known?

You didn’t know what to say. What could you say?

“Oh my gosh.” You hear Taehyung say.

“No. She can’t be pregnant. She can’t.” Yoongi speaks, running his fingers through his hair.

Lehun look at you, shocked. The expression on his face was probably the same expression on yours.

Lehun looked to Yoongi, who looked stressed. “Min Yoongi. You messed up. Badly.”

Sure, this was an unplanned pregnancy, but why were they acting like someone just died or something?

“This is why demons shouldn’t have relationships with humans. How could you get her pregnant?” Lehun asked.

“It seems like I’m the most responsible one in the family.” Wonho rolled his eyes.

“We need to do something about this. The baby has to go.” Lehun says.

Your eyes widened at his words.

“No!” You tell him, crossing your arms over your stomach. “Why are you guys making such a big deal about this? I’m carrying a baby, not a dragon or something.”

“It might as well be a dragon.” Wonho sighed.

“Y/n…” Yoongi trailed off. You looked up at him. He looked genuinely worried. “You can not have this baby.”

“I’m not getting rid of it.” You say. “Y/n, you have to. You have to get rid of it. You can’t have it.” Yoongi tells you.

“No. I know this was unplanned but I am not having an abortion. I won’t give up this baby, Yoongi.” You said.

“Y/n, you don’t get it.” Namjoon says. “I don’t. Please enlighten me.” You turned to face your friend.

“You’re a human. Yoongi is a demon. What do you think the baby is?” Lehun asks, not letting Namjoon speak.

“I don’t know.” You answered, honestly. “I don’t care. It’s a baby. A child. I’m not letting anything happen to it.” You looked at the elder man.

“Y/n,” Yoongi spoke up, taking one of your hands in his. “You can’t have this baby. I won’t let you do it.”

You raised your eyebrow before pulling your hand away from him. “I’m not letting you or anyone else take this baby from me, Yoongi.”

Yoongi looked into your eyes, trying to plead with you. “I’m serious, y/n. You can’t have the baby.”

“I can't—” You started, but stopped once someone grabbed your arm and spun you to face him. Lehun. “Let go of me!” You tell him. He didn’t let go. His grip was painful on your arm.

“That baby is worse than any demon. It’s worse than Yoongi. Worse than Wonho. And worse than me. We’re not letting that thing live!” He tells you.

You tried to pull away from his grip, but it was too tight. “You’re not having this baby. You’re not.” Lehun says.

“Let me go!” You yelled, but he still didn’t listen. His nails were digging into your flesh, surely creating wounds.

You felt hot tears starting to pour from your eyes. You looked over at Yoongi, who just stood there. He still looked worried, but did nothing to help you.

“Are you just gonna stand there?” You asked him, tears pouring down your eyes.

“Y/n…” He trailed off. “You can’t have this baby.”

Is that what he cares about? He didn’t care that you were crying, or in pain. All he cared about was getting rid of the baby.

“I’m not—” You started, but Lehun tightened his grip on your arm, causing you to yell out in pain. You look down to see blood streaming down your arm.

Tears streamed down your face and Yoongi didn’t look like he was going to help you anytime soon. You looked at Hoseok, the first boy who stood beside you.

He saw the tears in your eyes and immediately jumped into action, prying Lehun’s hand away from you.

Once his hand was off, you took a step back, crashing into Taehyung who wrapped his arms around you. Comforting you as you cried.

“Look!” Lehun says, grabbing your arm once again. He took your arm in his hand, inspecting it. His grip wasn’t as tight as before.

You look at your arm to see—nothing. Nothing was there, except the now dry blood that had cascaded down your arm before.

There were no cuts, or marks from not long ago when Lehun had dug his nails into your skin. It healed. It healed so fast.

“Look, she’s healing. The baby is giving her abilities. It has to go.” Lehun tells everyone.

You pulled your arm away from him, returning to your spot in Taehyung’s arms.

“Y/n…” Yoongi starts. You didn’t want to hear it. You know that he would just try to convince you to give up the baby.

You turned around, facing Taehyung as his arms were still wrapped around you.

“Take me home. Please.” You asked him, tears running down your cheeks.

Taehyung looked at Yoongi before looking back at you.

“Come on, lets go.”

“I have to go to the doctor, don’t I?” You asked as you, Taehyung and Hoseok sat on the couch in your apartment.

“Not unless you want the doctors to see that you have a demon baby inside of you.” Tae tells you.

“So how am I supposed to make sure that the baby is okay?” You ask. “You don’t.” Hoseok answers.

You sighed, looking at the two boys.

“How come you two don’t want me to get rid of the baby? Everyone else seems to.” You say.

“Because I love kids.” Taehyung smiles. “And I love Tae.” Hoseok also smiled.

Taehyung looked at Hoseok, smile still on his face. “I love you too, man.”

“Why is everyone so angry about it? It’s just a baby. What damage can it really do?” You questioned.

Both boys looked at you, raising their eyebrows.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Yoongi didn’t tell you, did he?” Taehyung asked. “Tell me what?” You asked.

Hoseok scoffed. “Of course he didn’t tell you.” He sighed. “Why does he insist on keeping things from her?” He asked Tae, who just shrugged.

“I’m confused.” You announced.

“Y/n,” Hoseok starts, looking up at you with soft eyes. “The reason that demons and humans aren’t supposed to be in relationships is because if the human gets pregnant, the baby can kill her.”

“What do you mean by kill?” You asked, trying not to assume the worse—even though you know what he meant.

“I mean kill. As in, you could die, y/n.”

“That explains why Yoongi doesn’t want me to keep the baby, but what about Lehun? He doesn’t care about me at all, so why would he want me to get rid of it?”

“Because it’s a cross breed between a human and a demon. There haven’t been many cases of these type of babies, but the ones that we’ve heard about were terrible. They went on killing sprees. Killing humans and demons. That’s why they established the rule that humans and demons can’t have relationships.” Hoseok explains.

“And because that baby gives you abilities. You saw how you healed earlier.” Taehyung explains. “While that baby is inside of you, you’ll be able to do things that you’ve never done before.” He says.

“Like what?”

“You can heal, obviously. And you have super-demon strength! And you can teleport. You just have to learn first.” He says. “Oh!” He says, getting up excitedly. “You can control people. You know, like Yoongi and Lehun do. And maybe you’ll even be able to read minds like me!” He smiles.

“That is, if she doesn’t die.” Someone says. You all turned your heads to see Yoongi, who had literally appeared out of nowhere.

You sighed, not saying anything.

You were mad at him. How could you not be? Even if he didn’t want you to have the baby, he just stood there watching while Lehun grabbed you. He didn’t do anything about it. Isn’t Yoongi supposed to protect you?

No one wanted to speak up after Yoongi spoke, but Taehyung did it anyways. “Why are always so negative? You have to look on the positive side sometimes.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes at Taehyung. “Positive my ass. Nothing is positive about this situation.” He says.

“You’re so grumpy all the time. You’re gonna be a dad. Let loose, man.” Taehyung smiles, lightly nudging Yoongi with his elbow.

“I’m not going to be a dad. Y/n is getting rid of that baby.” Yoongi says.

You stood up, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m not.” You huffed.

“You are.” Yoongi takes a step closer to you, causing you to take a step back. “I’m not.” You repeated.

“Hyung,” Hoseok starts. “It’s just a baby.”

“It’s not ‘just a baby.’ It’s a demon baby. It can kill her. And it can kill all of us.” Yoongi says, looking at his friend.

“I don’t care. I’m not getting rid of it.” You say.

Yoongi looked back at you. Instead of worry in his eyes, like you had seen earlier, his eyes were now full of anger. He stared at you, eyes piercing your skin. You felt like if he looked at you any longer, you would crack.

You showed no signs of giving up the baby. You weren’t going to do it. You couldn’t do it. Even if it kills you, it’s just a baby. It’s your baby.

Yoongi groaned before turning to face his two friends.

“Namjoon is waiting for you, Hoseok. He says he has to follow his human to a party and your human will be there too.” He says.

Hoseok also groaned, sighing. “Why are Jungkook and Jimin such party animals?” He asked himself.

“I’m glad my human isn’t like that. He’s a chill guy. He’s really corny though. You should meet him, y/n. He’s good company.” Taehyung explains.

“You talk about Jin so much. Why don’t you go marry him?” Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“I wouldn’t mind being married to a handsome guy.” Taehyung smiles.

“Come on, Tae. You can come with Namjoon and I.” Hoseok says, grabbing Taehyung’s arm and pulling him away.

“Wait.” Taehyung says, pulling away from Hoseok. He walked over to you, embracing you in a tight hug.

He pulled away, looking at you.

“I won’t let him take this baby away. It’s not happening.” You thought, not saying it out loud. You knew that Taehyung heard you anyways.

He smiled and nodded before walking back to Hoseok. They left your apartment, leaving you and Yoongi alone.

For the first time, you actually didn’t want to be alone with Yoongi.

It was silent for a few minutes.

“So, we’re just gonna stand here in silence?” You asked, sighing.

“You don’t want to listen to anything I have to say. What’s the point of talking?” Yoongi asks.

“You’re right.” You say, turning around to walk to your room.

As soon as you took your first step, Yoongi grabbed your arm, turning you back around.

“Don’t touch me.” You tell him, pulling your arm away from him.

Yoongi laughed and shook his head. “You’re mad at me now? For what?” He asks.

“Because you’re an asshole.” You stated.

“H—” Yoongi don’t get to to finish his sentence before you spoke. “Lehun was hurting me. You did nothing about it. I was in pain, Yoongi. Aren’t you supposed to protect me?”

“I co—” “And on top of that, you’re trying to make me get rid of the baby.” You say.

“The baby could kill you.” Yoongi tells you. “So what? I’d rather die than knowing my baby died because of me.” You said.

“You’re so stubborn, y/n. You asked if I’m supposed to protect you—well yes. Yes, I am supposed to protect you. And I’m trying to do that, but you won’t let me.” He explains.

“It’s a child, Yoongi. It’s a person. I’m not letting it die.” You tell him.  

“Well I’m not letting you die, y/n.”

You rolled your eyes.

Yoongi took a step closer to you, hands tucked into fists. “Y/n, if you don’t get an abortion, I swear I'll—”

“You’ll what? Hit me? I’d like to see you try.” You scoffed, not believing that he would do such a thing.

“Why don’t you listen, y/n? You could die! This baby could kill you! I’m not letting that happen.”

“I’m not letting you take the baby away.” You tell him. “What’s your problem, Yoongi? Don’t you feel anything? The baby is yours. You’re going to be a dad. Shouldn’t you be happy?” You ask.

“I would be happy if you being pregnant didn’t mean that you’d have to die.” He says.

“Taehyung is right. You need to stop being so negative. Yes, there’s a chance that I could die, but there’s also a chance that I won’t.” You point out.

“I’m not taking that risk. I’m not letting you die.” Yoongi says. “If you died, everything would fall apart, y/n.”

“But you’d have a beautiful child.”

“I’m not sure how much I’d like the child if it was the reason that you died.” He says, honestly.

“Don’t say that!” You said, lightly hitting Yoongi’s chest. “Yoongi, no matter what, this is your baby. You can’t tell me that you’re not even a little bit excited. Isn’t it exciting to be a parent?”

Yoongi shook his head. “I don’t want a child if it means that you would die.”

“Why are you like this? Can’t you think about something other than me?” You ask.

“No. I can’t. I love you, y/n. You’re my whole world, my whole life. I’m not letting you get taken away from me so easily. That’s why you can not have this baby.” He says.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Well, I’m keeping it and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Once again, you turned around to your room, but Yoongi grabbed your arm, pulling you back. When he turned you around, your faces were only inches apart. You could feel his breath against your face. His eyes gazing into yours, searching for any sign that would make you agree with him.

“No! Y/n, no! You’re going to get rid of that baby. Now.” He says, tightening his grasp on your arm. “No!” You yelled, pulling your arm away from him. You felt tears form at the brim of your eyes.

He looked at you like you were crazy. How were you able to pull away from his grasp if he was holding on so tightly? Maybe it was the strength ability that Taehyung was telling you about.

Without saying anything else to him, you ran into your room. You were about to close the door, but Yoongi pushed it open, his force sending you tumbling backwards.

“Y/n, I’m serious. We’re going to get rid of this baby now.” He says in a stern voice.

“We’re not.” You said.

He took steps towards you, but with every step he took forward, you took a step backwards.

He reached his hand out to touch you, but you hit his hand, pushing it down. “Don’t touch me!” You yelled.

“Y/n, stop it! We have to get rid of it.” He tells you.

You shook your head, repeating the word “no” over and over. “Get out, Yoongi. I don’t want you here.” You say to him.

“What? No. I’m not leaving, y/n.”

“I don’t want you to stay. Just leave. Go stay at Namjoon and Hobi’s house or something. I don’t want you here.” You repeated.

“No.” He says.

“Yoongi, just get out!” You yelled, pointing towards the door. As you pointed to the door, the door slammed shut, causing your eyes to widen.

Yoongi looked at the door before looking at you with wide eye. “Y/n…you—” He didn’t get to finish his sentence before you spoke, tears rolling down your face.

“Leave. Please, just leave.” You pleaded, looking down at the ground.

A couple of seconds passed, as if Yoongi was going to say something, but he didn’t. He sighed before turning around and walking to the door.

You looked at his back as he walked. When he got to the door, he turned around, looking at you. Neither of you said anything. After that, he left. He walked out the door, not bothering to close it.

A few moments later, you heard the front door open and close, meaning that he left through there.

You sat down on your bed, tears falling down.

You wanted Yoongi to leave, so when he was finally gone, why did you feel so empty?

anonymous asked:

I feel like this is probably something you have a lot of thoughts on, but you don't have to go in depth if you don't want (if you do that's also great!) Do you think about cas classifying dean as family and vice versa is a hurdle to be overcome if textual d/c is a thing that's happening? Obviously family includes your significant other, but as far as fiction, I feel like it's code for platonic feelings, because I try to think of any tv couple that started as "family" and I can't. Thanks :)

Hi! I’m sorry I’ve been sitting on this message for a couple of days, but it’s not actually something I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about. At least not specifically like this.

I mean, the first thing that came to mind at your question was @destieldrabblesdaily‘s post from back during s11 (aah, s11 gave us so much…) about how they were slowly ticking off all these things from a checklist labeled “Obstacles to Canon.”


There are four main points on Shirley’s list, only two of which I think are so completely obvious in canon now that there’s really nothing more to say on either subject:

  • the vessel consent issue: It’s Cas’s body. There’s no Jimmy in there. Cas has been rebuilt and resurrected multiple times by God, died and been burned, and came back from the empty with what must be yet another entirely new physical body. That is Castiel’s body. Period. There’s no “but what if…” left to argue on this point.
  • the concern that the show would morph into something it’s not: the focus of the show wouldn’t somehow shift to Dean and Cas’s romantic adventures. It wouldn’t become a comedy, or exclude Sam. The tone and format of the show wouldn’t need to change at all, and that was pretty conclusively proved not only back in 11.19 with the way Jesse and Cesar’s relationship was presented, but *waves hand across all of s13* the show’s gonna do what the show’s always done. Nothing needs to change about the show’s format or structure.

The other two points might be conclusively obvious to some of us (and honestly I have personally been satisfied by how they continue to handle these issues), but there’s still ground they CAN cover toward making these things more explicit for the general audience. And I’d argue that they HAVE been doing just that consistently, and even rather explicitly now in s13:

  • Dean’s sexuality: Shirley’s original post covered this extremely well from where we were back in s11 (so go read that right now if you haven’t already). I’ve added a heck of a lot to my Dean Is Bi tag since 11.19, so I’d argue that at the very least it’s not something they’ve tried to back away from over the last few seasons. They may not have come out and explicitly said it in so many words, but the show has continued to escalate the subtext to the point where even the general audience has been noticing it in droves.
  • The Bromance Zone: Back in Shirley’s original post, this was accepted as fairly conclusively evident from Dean’s pining for Cas back in s11, and how it was made painfully and explicitly clear in 11.18… but whoa have we ever had a lot of logs thrown on the bromance pyre since then. And I think this is the point you’re concerned about in your question above.

You stated you couldn’t think of a single romantic couple in fiction that began as “family” or, I suppose in this case as “found family,” or “family of choice.” But I’d like to suggest that most successful romantic couples do begin as friends, regardless of whether they consider each other “family” before their relationship becomes romantic.

Confession time: I have never watched the show Friends, but I believe they considered themselves a sort of found family, right? And there was at least one pair of them that were actually brother and sister? And didn’t several of them become romantically involved by the end of the series? I remember seeing posts to this effect, but correct me if I’m wrong…

Another canon ship that’s often been paralleled to destiel is Castle/Beckett. If you’ve never watched Castle, they’re a pretty textbook enemies to friends to lovers to HEA, and it took like five seasons for them to get to that point. Thing is, the nature of the work they did together (police work) created the same sort of “found family” feelings that the Winchesters’ collection of allies and friends has. And their relationship included so many of the same tropes that Dean and Cas has… right down to the “deathbed love confessions,” amnesia, miscommunication, mutual pining… you name it… And we thought FIVE YEARS was a slow burn. Thing is, every time they seemed to get close to making some sort of dramatic love confession, for years, they’d back down at the last moment for one reason or another. For YEARS, they settled for what could arguably be considered a sort of familial closeness, because that’s all they thought they could have. Circumstance just kept stepping in the way…

So on that note, I’d argue that practically EVERY slow burn romantic endgame story progressed through this “awkward found family” stage. They’re closer than what could be called “friends” in the strictest platonic sense of the word, but short of confessing undying romantic love and attraction, the strongest word in their vocabulary for the care and affection they feel they’re allowed to demonstrate to one another is family.

So back to Supernatural…

S12 approached this issue from two directions for most of the season, with a Compare/Contrast using Mary’s story paralleled to Castiel’s for most of the season, showing us a distinct difference between what FAMILY feels and does for one another, and whatever the heck it is that Dean and Cas feel and do for one another. On the other side of the coin, they doubled down on demonstrating the blatant differences from how Sam sees Cas as a brother, and how Dean sees Cas as a /////brother/////. It was demonstrated over and over again that despite using the same word to describe what Cas is to them, it’s unequivocally DIFFERENT for Dean. That leaves us to wonder WHY.

12.10 makes it clear what the angels believe Dean is to Cas, his “human weakness.” We were shown Dean’s feelings for and connection to Cas, that Dean refused to save himself from Ishim when he knew that using the banishing sigil could possibly have injured Cas further, or even killed him. It wasn’t a risk he was willing to take. That moment may have been a small part of that episode, but right there, Dean had no reason to believe that Ishim wasn’t about to murder him. He surrendered his own life for Cas.

12.12 has Cas’s deathbed love confession, which people are still debating from a linguistic standpoint. But I’d argue that the fact we’re able to debate it at all is even further evidence that it’s something that we’re supposed to be thinking about, and wondering about. Or else why would it even be a debate in the first place.

12.15 has Cas disappearing back to Heaven, the ambiguous phone call moment where Sam hangs up with Mary and signs off with “Love you,” while Dean hangs up with Cas. Loads of us had a holy hell did Dean just say that??? moment and had to rewind to confirm that it was Sam saying it to Mary. Because of that debate left over from 12.12. Again, the fact that we all had to stop and blink at the implication shows that something is definitely different now.

Which brings us to freaking 12.19 and the goddamned mixtape. No amount of Bro and Pal and Buddy on Dean’s part can negate “It’s a gift, you keep those.” Sorry folks, them’s the rules.

And can we talk for a moment about how explicitly clear s13 has made Dean’s feelings, his grief that he textually admitted by yelling it all in Sam’s face was all about Cas. Grief so powerful it somehow activated Jack’s powers (which he had no control of at that point and didn’t even understand that his powers had any part in Cas’s resurrection even after 13.06) and poked Cas awake in the Empty.

And then we have 13.06. I still haven’t recovered from 13.06.

The connection between Dean and Cas intensifies in 13.07, both through Dean giving Cas that same line from 12.10 (Don’t do anything stupid) which he clarified back in s12 wasn’t borne of anger, but of worry. Worry that 12.12 had honed into love, and 13.01 punched us all in the face with as Dean broke down and screamed his grief at God. I mean, the differences between how Sam considers Cas “family” and how Dean does is inarguable at this point.

I’d suggest that the definition of “family” isn’t so much something the show needs to clarify at this point, but something that’s been written all over the last season and a half in invisible ink, and all they need to do at this point is hold it up to a light bulb for the entire text to become clearly visible to everyone.

anonymous asked:

Fremione! "I can't believe you talked me into this"

Everything was ready. The plan was flawless and they’d been going over it for weeks. Today was the day, today it was finally going to happen.

And then, hopefully, George would shut his big fat mouth.

Fred’s face couldn’t help but contort into a blissful grin as he envisioned a future where his brother and Angelina finally got together, meaning that Fred finally got to go ten seconds without hearing his twin talking about how amazing Angelina was or having him ask Fred if he too had noticed the confidence she carried now as their team captain.

Ugh …

Instead, Fred held out hope that the two of them getting together would mean less talk and more snog, strange as that might sound. But if it was for the greater good! Even Lee, who never shied away from expressing admiration for any lady, was growing tired of the rambles of a lovesick idiot.

It was near Christmas and mistletoes existed in abundance, but the one Fred had designed was engineered to nail down anyone who stepped underneath and wouldn’t let go until they’d kissed properly—as in none of that friendly peck on the cheeks nonsense. There would be no room for misinterpretation. All that remained was for Lee to steer the lovebirds to stand beneath the archway on the fourth floor. It was secluded and quite romantic with its view of the snow-covered grounds and the looming sunset. It was the perfect setting for his plan …


Fred startled, flying up from his crouched position where he’d been peeking around the corner to where the archway was, and turned around meeting Hermione Granger’s suspicious gaze. She raised an eyebrow. “What are you up to?”

Recovering from the surprise, Fred plastered on the most innocent smile available in his repertoire. “Hermione,” he said, “good evening.”

She wasn’t fooled and crossed her arms, making her robes move and call attention to the shining Prefect badge on her chest. “What are you up to?”

“I—“ There was a tingling sensation and Fred stopped in horror. He looked to the side, with Hermione following his move, and as he’d predicted, there was his brother. But he wasn’t alone.

“Angelina?” Hermione’s frown from before let up and was replaced with a look of surprise. “I thought you were on your way to the Quidditch pitch?”

Angelina grimaced. Fred could hear the gears in Hermione’s brain working next to him, attempting to discern the cause of Angelina’s guilt-ridden face.

Fred addressed his brother, “George, tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.”

George—who unlike Angelina bore no signs of feeling bad—smirked. “I did nothing that you hadn’t already planned on doing to me, Freddie.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” grumbled Angelina as the twins were fighting a battle with their eyes. “I’m so sorry, Hermione.”

Hermione’s eyes bulged. “What? What is happening, Angelina? Why can’t I move?”

Fred broke away from glaring at his brother and pointed up, sighing, “Mistletoe.”

Hermione groaned. “Merlin …”

“Now, we’re merciful enough to not gather you an audience, but hopefully this’ll remind you to not meddle,” said George, catching Fred’s attention again.


Fred ignored Hermione’s questioning eyes, knowing that she wanted to know how much he was to blame for their situation. He instead busied himself shouting obscenities at his brother, who did nothing but wave unconcernedly whilst walking away, Angelina trailing behind him and sending a last ‘sorry’ Hermione’s way.  

Once they were around the corner and out of sight, Fred stopped his shouting but continued cursing his twin in his mind. If they had the connection everyone always claimed they had, then George would be hearing him loud and clear.

“What do we do now?” Hermione asked after a moment of silence.

“There’s nothing to do,” admitted Fred, facing her at last. “This thing isn’t going to let up until we’ve done as told.”

“I can’t believe someone with your genius didn’t build in a failsafe.”

“Failsafe?” asked Fred, hint of a smile growing wider, “And excuse me, did you say genius?”

Hermione ignored him, “Failsafe, as in a code word in case you wanted to abort the mission.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“Oh, I don’t know—perhaps for situations like this one!”

Fred grinned, “You know, we could really use brains like yours developing products.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, which did nothing to hide the fact that the flattery had got to her, “This is not the time to try and recruit me. Honestly, what are we going to do?”

Fred took some time to think, going over the various precautions he’d taken to ensure that whoever ended up beneath the mistletoe wouldn’t be able to get out. There really was nothing else to do but … He swallowed at the thought. This was not how he’d imagined this would go. He’d built up this image of what he was going to do for so long now that the fact that reality had caught up with him made him question everything. Surely, Hermione couldn’t be looking at him with those gorgeous and clever brown eyes of hers, asking him for a solution. Surely, she wasn’t standing so close that he could feel the warmth of her against his front (he forgot that this was because of the gravitation spell he’d cast on the mistletoe) and that he could count the freckles on her nose that were infinitely fewer than his. Surely, she wasn’t there for him to kiss. It was insane. It was preposterous. But somehow, it was reality.

Hermione spoke then, her eyes taking on an amused glint, “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you speechless.”

Fred couldn’t help it, he chuckled. “You do have that effect on me.” He summoned some courage and willed his hand to move a lock of hair behind her ear.

To his delight, a furious blush appeared on the witch’s face. “I …erm, that is …”

“Look,” said Fred, “there really only is one way to get away from this mistletoe and …I’m  afraid that—“

“Fred, I’d rather give you a small kiss than stand here any longer, so perhaps we should just get it over with.” Hermione’s face remained red, but she looked determined. Fred felt sorry as soon as he told her it wouldn’t be that easy, and watched her determination faltered.

“Bloody hell, I need to build one of those failsafes next time.”

Hermione bit her lip and nodded in agreement. “All right, we should …we should just go ahead. And do it. I mean, do the kissing. That.”

Fred let out a long breath. “All right. Try to not fall in love with me after this, Granger,” he added with a wink to cover up how nervous he was.

To his surprise this made Hermione’s eyes widen in horror. Something inside Fred stirred at the look. “Granger?” he asked. “…Hermione?”

“I …” Hermione avoided looking at him now. She shook her head. “Nevermind, it’s nothing. Let’s just do this and you can leave to do your pranks.”

Something wasn’t quite right, but before Fred could ask what was wrong, Hermione had grabbed him by his tie and crushed her lips against him.

At first, there was surprise. Then, amazement at the feel of her soft mouth caressing his and the way her body molded itself against him, making him clutch her tighter at the waist with one hand and tangling into her hair with the other. And after that, Fred’s sense made a slow return and he noticed the desperation emanating from the girl he was kissing. The only girl he’d wanted to kiss for months now. But somehow, he didn’t think she knew that. So he made sure she knew.

Hermione made a startled noise as his kiss deepened, but he could feel confusion gradually replace the emotions from before. After a while, the two of them broke apart gasping for air and Hermione’s eyes searched frantically over his face.

“Fred,” she asked, her eyebrows pulling close together, “are you …?”

“Yes,” he said, determined to meet her uncertain gaze as steadily as he could. “For a long time now.”

“Bloody hell,” she breathed. And then she pulled him close again, neither of them noticing that the mistletoe above them had burst into colours before disappearing.


“It’s worse than I imagined,” Lee groaned, watching Fred and Hermione. He righted himself and looked back at Angelina and George standing next to him behind the wall. “But hopefully this’ll put a stop to his ramblings, the lovesick idiot that he is.”

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you know what I’m tired of?

People saying Deidara is stupid and/or portaying him as such in fanfics, rps, etc

It’s so annoying to see him reduced to this “dumb blond” who talks too much and only cares about exploding things

He’s so much more than that

First of all, the wiki clearly says that he’s intelligent you hecks

Another thing not mentioned in detail here is the whole concept of C4. Nobody really gives Deidara credit for how brilliant that was. He literally created bombs that were small enough to enter the bloodstream and cause total disintegration at a cellular level. That to me is amazing and incredibly ingenious.

Deidara was just a kid compared to the other Akatsuki members; he only managed to reach the age of 19 before he blew himself up in protest of Sasuke’s plot armor. In spite of that, he was so valuable to the organization that Pein actually ordered the other members to mourn for him when he died. If he had just been an explosion-loving idiot, that wouldn’t have been the case.

“Yeah,” you might say, “but he still talked a lot, that can’t be denied. Even Tobi pointed it out.”

Deidara was someone who was passionate about his ideals and like any passionate person, he loved to talk about them. His art brought him a lot of joy and it was honestly precious to see him get excited when he talked about it. However, maybe my memory is rusty since I haven’t seen Shippuden in awhile, but I don’t remember him as being someone who spoke excessively otherwise. He himself believed it was ‘artistic’ to be cool and not waste time with talking too much, although he was accused by Tobi of talking too much while he tried to explain that to him.

This last point is a bit tricky, because it’s a fact that Deidara was very dedicated to his art. It’s my belief though that he was capable of putting aside some of that dedication at times. In a conversation with Sasori, who constantly disagreed with him about the nature of true art, he told Sasori he respected his opinion as a fellow artist even if he couldn’t go along with it. His respect of Sasori in general despite their differences shows that he could ignore, to some extent, his devotion to his art in favor of respecting others even if they didn’t agree with him. Tobi constantly disrespected him and his art and provoked him, but in spite of that he always warned Tobi during battle before making an attack that would have put him in danger and tried to work well together with him. He even apologized to him before his final explosion (which is honestly a whole other post because I have a lot to say about that too). If he had truly been someone with mindless dedication to his art, he would have never shown respect to Sasori and wouldn’t have cared less what happened to Tobi because neither of them had respected his art.

Anyways, if you read all that you’re wonderful and I hope it made sense since I literally just woke up-

It’s just something that has been irking me for awhile now, idk, maybe I haven’t been reading the good fics but it’s something I’ve seen many times and it needs to stop

Deidara is a wonderfully complex character and doesn’t deserve this disrespect

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Thinking about Amazon’s coming pre-LotR series has got me thinking again about the Silmarillion being adapted and all the whys I really don’t want it to happen. We don’t know what exactly Amazon’s planning to do, what stories, and I know this isn’t going to be the Silm, thank goodness, but even thinking about this door being opened just drove home the points again. 

Like, you know whatever gutting of the canon they’re going to do is going to bleed into the fandom. But that aside, one of the biggest things for me is the casting. Know that I’m talking about Elves here more than anything. Martin Freeman is my Bilbo, I see Sean Astin’s face when I think of Sam, John’s with Gimli’s, you get the picture. But Elves are so incredibly hard to cast. That’s not to dispute all casting choices (some are excellent, as my praise of Lee Pace goes to show), but it’s like I can already feel the preemptive disappointment at having to say goodbye to the huge amount of originality when it comes to designing these characters, in art and fic. I’m sorry, but I don’t want to see one specific human face for Maedhros, for Feanor, for the Valar, for Aredhel, (especially) for Glorfindel, or Celebrimbor or Annatar or Cirdan now plastered to every fanart. Like now, more often that not, to give an example, it’s always Liv Tyler as Arwen, Cate Blanchett as Galadriel…there’s a reason you rarely see anything of them compared to others from me, because most of the edits/fanart coming across my dash are of those women as them and just…no.

This isn’t a censoring post. Please don’t take it as that. As a creator myself, I don’t do that, I don’t believe in that, and I don’t condone it. But it just saddens me that the level of originality decreases so dramatically when someone is officially cast. As much as I absolutely love and approve of Lee Pace as Thranduil, you don’t see nearly as many original concepts compared to before the Hobbit. Same with Legolas. 

Can you imagine that happening to someone like Maedhros? It’s so fun seeing the various fanart of him, the different ways the scars are placed, just how tall he is, does he have long or short hair after Angband, the type of look in his eyes…Or how about Melkor or the rest of the Valar? Can you imagine these gods being officially cast? How about Mairon? How about Luthien or Glorfindel, both so beautiful and both whose hair would cost a movie budget of their own? Maglor and his voice? So many of these characters are the recipients of the most broadly creative interpretations, their designs and concepts driven by a thought-provoking narrative where you can tell the artist is thinking so much about their story. And to see that decrease just because we would “officially” have a face to the name….

Don’t get me wrong, there would definitely be some perks to seeing the Silm on screen. The scenery, the Two Trees, the epic battles, the music…though if Ancalagon in all his glory isn’t depicted as so great that he could flick Smaug away while taking a nap, I’ll burn down the house.

I’m talking as if the Silm is in its pre-production stage, but I’m just still glad that it’s not, just because of casting alone. 

anonymous asked:

OK YEP, NOPE, CAN'T DEAL WITH THAT LEVEL OF SADNESS. How would the UT, UF, and MT Skelebros react to their long time crush suddenly standing up while they were hanging out and taking a deep breath before saying, "I really really like you, and I know you probably don't like me like this back, but I've just gotta do this before I explode from my feelings. Please don't hate me." Then kiss ( on the cheek or mouth, you chose) them and run away?

A few notes here. 1. Since this was sent before I changed my character limit to 5 I’ll go ahead and do all of them, but once I open up requests again I will only accept 5 characters. 2. This was sent after the breakup post to explain the first sentence.



Yeah, no. You’re not running away after dumping that on him. He’s caught your wrist, and he’s pulling you back to him. “okay, kiddo, take a few steps back for me and relax.” Sans is not going into this conversation with you having an anxiety attack, he needs you to listen. Once he feels like you’re calm enough, he starts the conversation by confirming that your feelings are romantic and then explaining that he does return the sentiment. His face is blue the entire time, but at least he’s smiling at you, right? He gives you a kiss on the cheek in return for the one you gave him once he feels satisfied that you both have talked things out.


Papyrus staring after you, his face flushed orange and his hand frozen mid stir. You two had been baking together before your outburst, and so before he could go find you he had to finish what he was doing and clean up. Papyrus needed the time to think through and really process what you had told him. The kiss doesn’t even cross his mind until later when he’s looking for you. After finding you, he’s picking you up in a hug and burying his face in your hair. “I LIKE YOU TOO! I AM SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO FIND YOU, BUT I WAS SO SURPRISED THAT I NEEDED A WHILE TO THINK!” Then he proceeds to press his teeth to your cheek before saying “MWAH!” The sound is very important. You need it to understand that he’s kissing you.



Frozen and red faced. Red had reached out and grabbed your wrist on instinct to keep you from leaving but now you’re both staring at each other. His face is full of shock and yours is full of nerves and worry. It takes a full five minutes before he’s pulling you towards him to give you the best God damned kiss you’ve ever had. Once that order of business has been taken care of, he’s hugging the shit out of you. “damn, sweetheart, wish you coulda told me that sooner. been feelin’ the same for a long ass time.”


You don’t even get the chance to run away because as soon as your lips meet his, he’s gripping your shoulders and kissing you back. You have no idea how badly he’s been wanting to do that, or for how long. After the kiss, you’re both staring at each other. Edge has the biggest grin on his face you’ve ever seen and you both are blushing. After a moment, Edge nods with a satisfied look and goes back to what he was doing before your confession. If you want an explanation, you might want to ask because he’ll probably just assume you know what’s going on and how he feels after that.


-Big Fella-

You… what? Big Fella is honestly so shocked by this development that he lets you run off. As soon as he comes to his senses, he’s looking for you because he’d be damned if he let you believe he didn’t return your feelings. Hate you? As if, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him and he was going to make sure you knew that. As soon as he can find you. If he texts you asking where you are, please answer him. He’ll go into an anxiety mode trying to find you and make sure you’re not hurt.


You’re not running away, nope. As soon as you peck his cheek, he’s got you in a tight a hug and he doesn’t plan on letting you go any time soon. Tiny is ecstatic that you return his feelings, and is honestly so relieved by this revelation that he forgets to tell you that. He won’t remember until you say something, either. “Tiny?” “I’M SORRY, I JUST GOT SO HAPPY THAT I NEEDED TO HUG YOU! I LIKE YOU A LOT TOO, HUMAN!”

The Ardyn-Ignis connection

I’ve been thinking about this before but with the release of the Royal Edition even more so. Ardyn picked out Ignis first to get to Noct besides Luna as we see from Episode Ignis. It might have been also because just because the circumstances allowed it but it seems like he intended to lure Noctis to Zegnautus Keep faster by abducting Ignis and when that didn’t work he orchestrated Prompto’s fall from the train. Why did he go after Ignis first?

Another thing that got me thinking is that Ardyn rarely ever reveals something about himself that is probably honestly painful for him. Even in his reactions he always keeps his voice nonchalant and with a half smile. One of the first moments we see this composure slip was when Luna tries to heal him as she is dying. That grimace always seemed to me like the first honest reaction we see from him. Other times it seems like he offhandedly remarks things that probably hurt him more than he is willing to admit.

One of these is when he tells Ignis “what good is a world that only ever lets you down” in a way that you just knows he is talking more to himself than anyone else. And also when in the bad ending he taunts that “at least you won’t have to spend your last moments alone” feels like it might be something that happened to him. At one point Ardyn had to figure out that he’s immortal but that probably meant that he had to die probably alone without knowing it.

So after all this special attention that he payed Ignis I was starting to wonder why. I don’t exactly know the answer but I have a feeling that in a way Ardyn sees himself and Somnus in Ignis and Noctis.

Knowing how important names are in this game it has to be noted that the two pairs of names parallel in a way

Ignis light, brightness, flame - Ardyn (coming from “ardent”) burning, glowing
Noctis night - Somnus sleep, night time

I believe it would be too much of a coincidence to name the characters in such a similar way. Maybe an Ardyn focused DLC will show more of this parallel but it’s painful to think that he was betrayed (or he believed to be betrayed) by someone who was as close to him as Noctis is to Ignis…

I like to imagine that T.Jeff and J.Mad are absolutely convinced that Hamilton and Burr were lovers

because in “Washington on your side” they’re badmouthing Hamilton and then Burr is like 

Look in his eyes ! 

Like ok, that might merits a raised eyebrow but in the context it’s not that weird right ? 

and then 6 lines later Burr says 

Somebody has to stand up to his mouth !

and yeah at that point Madison and Jefferson just kind of exchange that dubious but knowing look … but whatever right ? who cares if Burr is doing this because he’s mad at his lover, he’s still helping them to sabotage Hamilton so all’s good

(also in the musical ppl who have feelings for Hamilton like to talk about his beautiful eyes and his eloquence … just throwing that .. out .. there)

and tbh it’s not like Burr is somehow going to prove their assumption wrong since he’s pretty passionately obsessed about Hamilton at that point so … 

AND THEN “We know” happens and oh boy

T.Jeff’s “Whaaaat” is not really because he’s surprised at Hamilton’s cheating (since he already think Burr and Hamilton were/are lovers) but because Hamilton is admitting to having another affair and he’s doing it by having his  other lover read the incriminating letter

My god! indeed

also T.Jeff and J.Mad are still in the room (or near enough they’ll hear) when Hamilton asks if Burr will reveal what he said and they probably hear Burr cryptic  answer 

Alexander, rumors only grow. And we both
Know what we know

Which kind of sound like he’s referencing something he personally experienced. He’s probably talking about Theodosia and the rumors about their relationship - but it could be interpreted differently by T.Jeff and J.Mad (come on like there’s not at least one rumor that the two are together ?) 

(honestly the whole thing is pretty entertaining to them and whenever Burr’s not there they like to gossip about it)

So in “The Election of 1800″ when Jefferson says

Hey, Burr, when you see Hamilton, thank him for the endorsement

He’s being a total asshole and basically telling him “Hey Burr when you see your lover next thank him for choosing me -his sworn enemy- over you !”

He’s probably not that surprised when he hears that Burr shot Hamilton - it was bound to end badly 

(although Madison was kind of rooting for them and he’s very disappointed - and not just because he has to honor the bet and pay Jefferson - i mean yeah it wasn’t exactly a healthy relationship but they had potential, POTENTIAL THOMAS) 

it’s funnier if the only thing between Hamilton and Burr was unresolved feeling and/or sexual tension covered up by a shit-ton of annoyance and irritation toward each other

anonymous asked:

Normally, I wouldn't go anon, but this is a tad embarrassing for me, and I don't know who else to turn to, because no one will answer this, so...hey, worth a shot. I can't fly. I've been trying to fly for the better part of a year, tried everything in my power and nothing is working. It makes me feel pathetic and unauthentic in my own magic, to the point where the spirits I thought could hear I'm beginning to doubt (despite them insisting I'm fine). I want to tear my skin off it's so bad. (1/2)

(2/2) I used to be so confident in my work, but the more I read, the more I realize I’m just pretending, but at the same time, then why did my magic use to work? It makes no sense, and it’s starting to kill me. Bit of a ramble, but basically: Is being unable to do certain things the sign of a hopeless witch? How can I start believing what I see again? Am I too skeptical? Am I not skeptical enough? This was probably very confusing, but none the less, thank you very much for your time.

First piece of advice is to not get yourself worked up over flight. For some, it’s incredibly difficult. Some practice for years before achieving it. It’s normal. Just keep practicing and pushing. 

Second of all, don’t let a single difficulty cause you to break down everything. One thing doesn’t always mean another. Some are more predisposed to certain talents than others. Flight might not be a talent or an easy thing to learn, but you might have things that you are more naturally suited towards. 

Now, in terms of questioning everything and thinking that you might’ve been imagining everything, I had quite the same thing happen when I was younger. And honestly? It was the best thing that ever happened to me. 

It was incredibly difficult, don’t get me wrong. It’ll make you search for holes in theories, practice, and everything in-between. But after that, you’ve got an air-tight ship. 

Leave belief for the churches. Harshly test your beliefs and kill the ones that don’t stand to reason. 

Let proof speak above all. 

anonymous asked:

You can't just stop there with the metallic feathers AU! (I mean, technically you can, it's just cruel and unusual punishment) what happens next? Do they fall into bed together? Do they cuddle on the couch and have a deep discussion of feelings? Do Clint and Natasha beat up Steve and Bucky for causing Tony so much emotional turmoil?

They do not fall into bed because Tony is kind of in disbelief that this is really happening. He’s pretty sure he’s going to wake up from this wonderful dream and then he’ll be all alone again, and he’s equally sure he might not be able to cope when that happens. (Steve looks horrified when Tony voices this. Bucky’s face crumples.) For a long while they continue to stand there, clutching Tony, but eventually Steve eases them toward the couch, because Bucky looks like he’s about to collapse under the weight of his guilt and Steve is not in a position to catch him while also holding Tony.

They curl around him, and Steve lifts his wings to wrap them around all of them, blocking out the rest of the room so Bucky doesn’t get overwhelmed and to hopefully comfort Tony by being close. He’s worried because Bucky’s clammed up (he’s always been quiet but now he makes little overwhelmed huffing sounds, like he wants to speak but the words won’t come). He’s never been very good at this but it seems like he’s the only one capable of leading the discussion.

It still breaks his heart when Tony admits that he’d been about to present to Bucky that day because he knew that if Bucky rejected him at least it wouldn’t be terribly awkward and friendship-ruining. And then he’d seen the hickeys, and then Steve had wrapped his arm around him, and he’d realized he’d missed his chance–but he’d never really had one, had he? Steve was platinum and Bucky was silver. They didn’t match. (It kills them, a little. Tony has always been the one to ignore stuff like that, called it “bullshit” or “religious nonsense” or something. To know that secretly, deep down, he believed that he couldn’t be with them because he didn’t have metallic feathers? To know that he‘d been thinking they wouldn’t work and was still willing to try until he’d realized he’d be intruding? It hurts. Tony has been so lonely. They wasted so much time.)

Somehow it hurts even worse when they find out he’d been about to present because his metallic feathers had come in and he’d finally felt confident, and they’d stolen that from him. And then he’d gotten to internalize that ‘wouldn’t match’ thought with his gold feathers, and then convinced himself that he’d imagined the entire thing? God. This poor man.

I mean Natasha and Clint don’t really have a reason to beat Steve and Bucky up? Clint was the only one that really knew the whole extent of what Tony was going through besides Rhodey and honestly “I love them and it’s killing me” is not even close to being Steve and Bucky’s faults. He’s sorry that Tony’s having so many problems but the onus is on Tony for having these feelings, not Steve and Bucky for not miraculously figuring out that this emotionally-stunted, fragile man is in love with them, especially when he was trying to hide it. Natasha is a little more willing to beat them up but she’s never actually needed a reason.

(And when Clint tells her that Tony being upset like this isn’t their fault, she tends to believe him. She doesn’t know what goes on at group therapy but Tony and Clint are… improving. So she respects his “don’t fight them over this Tasha oh my God don’t you ever get tired?” No she never gets tired of her frenemy status with Barnes and the fights they get into but that’s part of their friendship. Clint privately thinks that Natasha could do with some therapy, too.)

anonymous asked:

My boyfriend is honestly the best thing that's ever happened to me. He's super talented and intelligent & really handsome too and I go to all of his school band recitals to see him play because I'm just so proud of him. The problem is that I don't understand why he loves me back. I'm so plain & unattractive but he's always telling me the opposite, though I can't see what he sees in me. I appreciate all that he does for me but I just.... don't love myself like he loves me, and I feel guilty.

It’s okay to have low self-esteem and still be in a relationship - the advice that you need to love yourself to love someone else is well-intentioned but somewhat disingenuous - there are plenty of people who have for instance mental health issues or trouble with low self-esteem who are in happy and fulfilling relationships. 

It can be difficult to see in ourselves what others see in us, and self-esteem issues aren’t cured overnight by being in a relationship. Ultimately, I think it’s important to be mindful of the biases we have against ourselves, especially within a society with such rigorous and ruthless beauty standards and a tendency to view self-confidence and self-love as arrogant and big-headed. Most people have an inclination to underestimate how attractive or valuable they are. We’re taught from a young age to be critical of ourselves, and it’s normal to have that reflex ingrained in our thought patterns, but at the same time, other people don’t have those same biases, and it’s easier for them to see the things in us that we might not notice. How many people have you known who you think are pretty who have self-confidence issues - I bet it’s more than a few! And you know your boyfriend loves you, and if you trust him, you know he wouldn’t lie to you. 

You aren’t obligated to love yourself - you don’t have to feel guilty for not seeing yourself in the same light as he does, because your view of yourself is clouded by the things the world is always telling young people about how they should view their bodies, and training yourself to grow out of that mindset is a really difficult thing to do. But you should also trust him - he wouldn’t be with you saying those things if he didn’t genuinely believe them, and even if you can’t see them in yourself, that doesn’t mean they aren’t there. 

One thing that helps me is to try and be aware of the things I do like about my appearance. If your boyfriend compliments a particular feature of yours a lot, or there’s something you quite like about how you look, try to focus on it. If you’re in one of those moods where you’re standing in the mirror picking out faults in your appearance, try to break the cycle by focusing on the thing you like best. Going one better is trying to accentuate that feature - for instance if you like your eyes, wearing colours that accentuate the colour of your eyes, or wearing mascara/glasses that make them stand out, can give you a little confidence boost, and you leave your house in the morning feeling a little more attractive. Self-care can be as simple as wearing the jeans that you think make your butt look good, or putting on a spritz of a nice body spray/perfume, just to give you that little boost. It’s not a cure, but it’s something that’s helped me over the years, and it might be worth a try. The most important thing is to be gentle with yourself, though - be mindful of the cycles of self-deprecation it’s easy to get into and try to break them, but even if you can’t, don’t beat yourself up. Our partners almost always see us in a better light than we see ourselves, and it’s not something to be ashamed of if you can’t see yourself the same way.  

I think it’s worth talking to your boyfriend about this, and also possibly consulting someone like a councillor or a therapist if you’re able to do so to talk this through, and find some ways to help break out of the self-critical cycle that it’s really easy to fall into. 

Good luck, and I hope you feel better soon 💞

lfcoffee  asked:

I feel like so many people are missing the underlying psychological point. He didnt realize he liked killing until that moment. It wasn't like a secret and he walked about thinking: "I can't let anyone know." He didn't know- and it probably isnt true; just a fear he has that Adrian manipulated him into feeling. But even if it is his ultimate buried truth: I keep reading people saying that they retconned his character and motivation, but that isn't right. He believed he did it to honor his dad

Agreed, agreed, agreed! 

This was a very subtle episode in that it required a lot of introspection not only on Oliver’s part but our part as the viewer. This wasn’t a surface episode, despite what it contained, despite the very outward torture happening. This was a callback episode to the entire series, to everything Oliver went through, to everything he’s built his life on. 

Despite the changes in his life, the people who have entered it and changed it, there was always this base belief inside him that something was wrong. We saw that last night. I think some part of him knew it, which is part of why he wanted to separate himself, why Talia was able to have him separate it. His immediate denial to Anatoly came from a place of fear, because he knows there’s something “wrong” with him, and that something is that he wants to kill people. If we think about everything he’s gone through, everything that was done to him, killing someone is a way to regain that control in his life, to pull himself back from the brink. He knows it’s wrong, but he can’t deny the power it gives him, he just can’t, because for so long he was so powerless in so many ways. 

And he honestly did believe he did those things to honor his father, absolutely! It was something he told himself, something he used to build his crusade on. Oliver’s journey is a series of very fine threads, all coming together to create the tapestry that is Oliver Queen. He is the small moments and the big moments and the bumps in the road along the way. (What a casual way to talk about the scarring mental and emotional trauma (and physical) that Oliver went through all these years.) It’s always, always going to be apart of him, but part of healing is ripping the scabs off those infected wounds and letting them heal properly. That’s what he did last night. 

Now Oliver has to step back and reevaluate his life, his motivation, his choices, and decide who he’s going to be. He can no longer tell himself he’s separating himself from the darkness because he is the darkness… except he doesn’t have to be. The last five years have been a lesson to him, teaching him that he has a choice. The Oliver we met in Season 1 felt like he didn’t have a choice - he had to separate or it would destroy him, and it would have then. But now, now he has the power and ability to wield it, to accept and make the choice to be better, to not kill, to not be the monster he spent all these years trying to keep in his cage.

In a lot of ways, Adrian helped Oliver. He just doesn’t realize it yet, and neither does Oliver. But he will.

I loved last night’s episode so much. I love Oliver Queen and last night simply cemented it all over again.

(I’m still so emotionally scattered after this episode, I’m still reeling from how powerful it was for me. It might have cemented my love for Oliver, but it also made me realize all over again just how emotionally tied to this goddamn character I am. So I’ve decided all of those feelings will be funneled back into Blood Hands, where I do all my proper over-thinking.)

anonymous asked:

Is it better to show others the way and help them do things when they are struggling or let them be forced to figure it out on their own to help them grow? I'm in college and my gf can't even register for classes or buy books without my help and I feel like continuing to support her with everything will mean she won't learn, but I fear if I stop, things will fall apart for her.

Depends a fair bit on the specifics. Does she get overwhelmed in bookstores and get stuck wandering around staring at shelves? (Or grab a book and hide in a corner to read it and forget what she went in for?) Does she avoid the bookstore in the first place because it feels like something bad would probably happen? Will she get lost on the way? Can she do it but then she’s wiped for the day and won’t even have the energy to take off her shoes before collapsing into bed?

All of those are ways that someone can be bad at buying their books for classes, but they imply sort of different things about the best way to handle it. If she just doesn’t have any experience with things like going into a bookstore and buying books, then she might in fact just need practice, and you can discuss with her “do you want to learn how to do this? Do you have a plan to learn how to do this? Can I help you learn how to do this?”

If it’s one of the other things, then the problem is not that she needs practice, and without support she won’t learn anything, she will just do the thing badly or go without. They’re not really “you need to learn how to do this” problems since the problem isn’t with lacking any particular bit of understanding, it’s with lacking the mental machinery to translate the understanding into the task being accomplished. 

Sometimes there are strategies that mitigate these problems, and it’s good for your girlfriend to be learning those. But honestly one of the best strategies for mitigating the difficulty of something like supply shopping and course registration is “have a trusted friend or partner help you”. Sometimes, especially if it’s a hard thing that comes up once a year, the best thing you can learn as a disabled person is how to say “I can’t get this done, I should ask for the help of someone who can do it in thirty minutes without spending all their energy for the month”. 

This obviously doesn’t mean that you are obliged to help her. It’s okay to say ‘in order for this relationship to be good for me, I need to not take on your executive function tasks’. It doesn’t make you a bad person. It might make the two of you incompatible as partners but it might not. If you feel like you cannot stop taking on an overwhelming set of tasks unless you have a reason why stopping is the right thing to do for her, then that’s not fair to you - and it’s not fair to her, because it means you’re both thinking about ‘does she deserve this help/do I have a good enough justification for declining to help this time’ instead of ‘am I in a position to happily offer it’? 

You can say no. You can say no for you. If you don’t believe that and feel secure in that, then you might end up spending a lot of time convincing yourself that you’re saying no for her. 

But if you are in a position to offer help, and for her it’s not a ‘I have never done this before and need to learn how’ problem but a ‘tasks like this are terrifying/impossible/exhausting/overwhelming/inexplicably don’t get done’ problem, then she will not learn much from failing to do it. You won’t be interfering with her growth as a person when you help her do it. Knowing how to function within a community - when to ask for help, how to make the most of it, and how to contribute in other ways, which I assume she does in your relationship - is also an important life skill. We all need help and we all offer help, and the goal shouldn’t be to survive without help but to know when we need it.

If this only comes up a few times a year, I’d leave it at that. If it comes up all the time and is negatively affecting her life in many ways, I think you’d help her by encouraging her to seek medical help (and assisting with the steps to do that). Whether it’s anxiety or executive function or fatigue or sensory processing problems or depression, most things that could cause this problem have some treatments. Finding one that works can really change what people find is possible.

Some more Philinda thoughts

Because my brain won’t stop:

I think Melinda fell in love with Phil after Bahrain. The foundation for it was already set - the chemistry between them was apparent and even acknowledged by them on some level (aka the conversation about getting a drink all those years ago), so the attraction and draw was already there. But I think that on Phil’s part the attraction morphed into something deeper quicker than it did for May. 

Bahrain cemented that burgeoning attraction into something stronger and much more permanent. May didn’t know that, though, until much later. 

The moment that May breaks down, she’s in Coulson’s arms. After listening to the comment he makes in season one when they’re arguing about her betrayal (”how could you do that to me? after all the time I spent sifting through the ashes with you in Bahrain?” or something to that effect) leads me to believe that Phil was the only real support that May would accept. In the flashbacks we can see that she can’t - or won’t - lean on Andrew, but that’s not the case with Phil. So here Melinda is completely destroyed after Bahrain and she’s put up all these walls, but for whatever reason Phil is allowed inside them. The fact that he stays inside that circle (as much as she can bear to have anyone that close at that point) speaks volumes, IMO. 

So by the time May starts to regain a sense of herself and some kind of balance, Coulson is firmly ensconced in her heart. And trauma is sharply divisive: it’ll either tear you apart, or tie you tightly together. Andrew and Melinda were torn apart, but Phil and Melinda … well, that decided it, I think. It’s part of the reason they are so fiercely loyal to and protective of one another, especially May. 

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Okay so this is basically the cutest potentially romantic long-term thing that’s happened to me so far so i thought i’d tell you guys about it: my crush and I text in Morse code.

It started out as a joke; I sent him a really dumb pun (”what do you call a business that gets rid of unwanted cattle?” “I’ve always wondered that” “remove-a-bull” “that sounds like a sound business plan”), and he sent me one back (”what do you call an apology written in dots and dashes?”). I knew the answer already (”remorse code!!”) since I have a rather extensive collection of puns in the storehouses of my brain, and I couldn’t think of a way to let him give the punchline without lying and pretending I didn’t know it, but I still showed my appreciation and thanked him for reminding me of such a quality pun. He texted back “-.– — ..- .-. . / .– . .-.. -.-. — – .” (or “youre welcome”).

Little did he know that I happen to have a literal poster of the Morse code alphabet on my wall that I made for myself back when I read The Mysterious Benedict Society for the I don’t know how many-th time and decided I wanted to teach myself. So I texted back in Morse code. And then it just kept going.

I didn’t really think it would last, but it just became our /thing/. When I invited him to go with some friends to the beach, he told me to “Morse code” him instead of text him. When I was gone working at a camp for two weeks in July, we texted in Morse code almost every day (and he wasn’t just being polite! he could have let it trail off anytime but he kept the conversation going, even when there were enormous gaps between when I was able to reply! it was like he actually wanted to keep talking to me!! whaaaaat), and I got /really good/ at it, to the point where I didn’t even need to look at the chart anymore, I could just translate it in my head.

Now, the reason I got so good at it is because I have a flip phone. My crush was able to use a google-translate type website on his phone, but I had to type in every single dot and dash, so I /learned/ it. That became a bit of a running joke for us as well, how he was a cheater but I was learning a VALUABLE LIFE SKILL that will TOTALLY COME IN HANDY SOMEDAY, FOR SURE. I didn’t mind that I was putting in more effort than he was. He wanted to talk to me, and that was enough. And I always wanted to learn Morse code anyway, so it was a win-win.

Well, about two weeks ago, the day after there was another big joking discussion about how he cheated by using the website, he texted me (in Morse code, of course) to tell me that he deleted the website off his phone and made himself a chart so that he can learn the code for real. He showed it to me the next week– he had neatly written out the alphabet on a little piece of paper and now keeps it tucked into his phone case.

And I can tell he’s really doing it. Before everything was perfectly precise, but now he uses more abbreviations and makes little typos (like switching A and N, easy to do since the code letters are .- and -.), and that honestly just makes it so much more endearing to me.

So yeah. This is the cutest, nerdiest, sort-of-romantic thing that has ever really happened to me. And you know what? Even if nothing ever works out, I really did always want to learn Morse code, so nothing is a waste.

But guys?

//I actually think he might like me//

.– …. .- .- .- .- .- .- .- .- -

anonymous asked:

ok here's the thing. i really love you and your blog, i love your aesthetic and your characters, but Plance makes me SO uncomfy because of the age Pidge is supposed to be (under 18, Lance being at least 18). i don't want to unfollow you after all this time but being on mobile, i can't blacklist the ship ;~; and i don't wanna tell you not to enjoy the ship, that's mean of me. what do you suggest i do?

Firstly, I’m flattered that you enjoy my blog so much. And I appreciate your coming to me personally so we can work this out like adults (even though I have no idea how old you actually are, but I digress)rather than taking part in the already overwhelming amount of fandom drama. So thank you for that.

Secondly, as a Pidgance shipper myself - and somebody who absolutely does NOT condone adult/child relationships - please allow me a second of your time to first attempt to solve the issue at it’s source, so there’s a possibility you may not have to work around it at all. 

See, the big problem with the Pidgance ship is less in the ship itself, and more in the way that some fans tend to inaccurately interpret it.

A lot of people view it as this:

When in reality, it’s really as simple as this:

We know very little about the Voltron characters, and one of the biggest missing links in terms of character info is the specific ages of the paladins. But here’s the thing, we DO have enough canon evidence to determine one thing: they’re all teenagers (Shiro being just slightly older, I wanna say 22 at the oldest).

You said above that the reason Pidgance as a ship makes you uncomfortable is solely because Lance is “at least 18″. But the thing is, there’s no supporting info for that claim. The most we’ve been given in terms of ‘specifics’ is that he’s in his “late teens”. In fact, it’s actually much more likely that he might be 16-17, at MOST. Which, in my opinion, is much more believable, because he appears to be somewhere in the high-school age region.

Pidge is, at the youngest, 14. That’s not canon, per se, but it’s the general consensus. A 14-year-old is still considered a teenager and-as I’ve stated before-is actually the age of the average high-school freshman in the US. So, they’re both within the high-schooler age range. They could be, at most, 5 years apart (which is honestly not that big a gap to start) in season 1, but it’s more plausible that the difference is closer to 2-3 years. Now consider how that gap will shrink as they age. Because the “teenager” age range is so small and such a crucial point for a person’s development, we tend to view the age gaps as being bigger than they actually are. Sure, when she’s 14, Pidge seems like a child still, but in less than a year she’ll be 15…which is within the age range of the average disney heroine who- more often than not- has an older love interest. See what I’m getting at here?

Me, personally, I don’t even much like the idea of Pidge and Lance getting together until several seasons have passed and they’ve both had a chance to mature some. And by the time I’d like to see something happen between them, they’d both be well old enough. So the fact that she’s (widely believed to be) 14 at this point in the series really isn’t even relevant to me. It’s not a big enough gap to be concerning in my opinion. If she were 12 or younger (or if Lance was older than we can justly assume he is), I would absolutely be opposed to it, but that’s not the case. And given the fact that my own parents are TEN years apart, I think 2-5 years is, honestly, not a big deal.


So, I hope that’s helped you see the ship in a less discomforting light. 

Note:The point of this analysis really wasn’t to make you like the ship (although that’d be a cool result), it’s only meant to clear up some of the big misconstrued facts surrounding the ship and its legitimacy. Also, to reiterate the fact that I DO NOT support ships that consist of a child and an adult, and if that were the case with Pidgance, I WOULD NOT ship it. I’ve done my research, no morals are being compromised in the shipping of these characters.

However, if for any reason you still are strongly opposed to this ship, that’s fine. My cup of tea doesn’t have to be yours. Unfortunately, there isn’t a lot that I can do in the way of helping you avoid it while still enjoying my content, tumblr is fairly limited in that respect. I could recommend that you track some of my personalized tags so you can be aware of when something of a particular theme is posted? Maybe bookmark my blog’s tag searches so you can just pop in for updates? Or, you could email the staff and see if they can help with your mobile blacklisting issue. That’s all I can really think of to work around the problem, love, I’m sorry I can’t be of more help.

Have a nice day, and God bless <3

anonymous asked:

Regarding your posts about tumblr fandom history. I somehow got to the point where I physically can't read anything sj related. Even when I see fic where someone is headcanoning character as nb or smth like that. Fun part is that I'm nb myself. I've read so so so much posts on this site about "you can't do this or you're that" "remember that you must to this" and all kinds of reminders of sj things to do. And I did agree with them! 1/2

But I don’t understand people’s need to scream via text on their ally all the time. And I’m just tired of people reminding me what I must do or say. Honestly never in my life did I read more texts telling me what to do. So in the end I’m kind of sick of it to the point where I can’t read any text on sj/fem theme bc I get physical pain or get sick. I mean, I DO understand why people want to headcanon character certain way but my brain just decided to put all that stuff together so when I see people doing that I’m just sick thinking “oh no not again please don’t through police me anymore no no” and I just skip it. Even tho it’s kinda supposed to be my representation I guess. Ironical.  

I’m sorry that this has happened to you. :(

I do believe that a lot of the social justice stuff we see on tumblr comes from a good place, but it comes paired with a gullibility and terror of doing wrong that makes tumblr culture as a whole easy to manipulate.  We don’t want to say the wrong thing and get torn to pieces; on the other hand, admitting that we’re only changing what we say and do out of fear getting it wrong and getting torn to pieces is a big social no-no.  We all parrot one another, not daring to question why, or we parrot louder than the rest to make sure everybody knows we’re toeing the party line!

The only people who benefit from this situation are abusers, manipulators, and sociopaths* who can shamelessly lie, stab people in the back, and use everyone’s terror of being singled out to direct mob attacks against perceived enemies.  When we base trust on who can parrot the party line the hardest and the best, anyone who doesn’t care about sincerity can fake their way into our confidence.

But here’s the joke: why are we policing each other? Why does every slip-up get treated as if it’s a malicious attack? We act like everyone else on this hellsite is completely ignorant of oppression. And it’s great to educate one another and learn more, but the concept of mercy or allowance for mistake is completely foreign to tumblr culture today. in the nitty-gritty we might disagree: I feel fiction with abuse in it isn’t that harmful. You think it is very harmful. But we both agree that abuse is wrong and should be stopped. Why are we fighting each other instead of ganging up on real life abusers?

And here’s the punchline: we don’t have any mercy on each other partially because we’ve been hurt in the past and we don’t deserve to hurt more. We’re afraid of giving leeway to someone who will take advantage of us if we let them have a second chance: people who are abusers, manipulators, and sociopaths.

It’s like guarding the window for intruders while leaving the front door wide open.

So shocking headline: abusers are insidious, fearful climates are abuser hotbeds, we’re all tired, and it would be great if the progressive movement would let fanworks be a fun space and focus our activist energy on stopping abuse of real people instead of fictional abuse.

EDIT: *sociopathy is a personality disorder that is recognized by the DSM-V.  It specifically involves a lack of emotion and empathy: it’s difficult to connect to others at an emotional level because the emotions sociopaths feel are very shallow.  Sociopathic people that don’t seek treatment and don’t want to treat people right can be very harmful without remorse and without feeling a need to justify their actions, but it’s unfair of me to include them here in a negative way.