actually i had better things to do

I've been so good the last few days

Working out for an hr and a half everyday after work/class
Only drinking water(or lemon water)
I had a dr.pepper but I had such a huge migraine that some caffeine helped somewhat
I’ve barely been eating and when I do it’s stuff like seeds,dried fruit,apples,raisins,and half a lemon
Today I ran for 5mils(my goal is to get back to 10miles) than worked out for 45mins and since then only lemon water!!
I feel so much better….
I actually woke up and felt skinny for the first time in weeks
Only bad thing is that I have to fake eating tonight for my nana’s 60th birthday.but it’ll b worth it Cus I’m glad she lived this long

Go for the thing you actually want to do.  

Many students, teachers and family told me studying 2D animation in school from 2009- 2013 was foolish because there were already no more 2D animation jobs, and that I should study 3D animation. But I hate rigorous, technical work, I honestly hate computers all together. I’m not built for that kind of thinking, and I’m not interested in it. I was and am far more interested in drawing and film making than mastering technology. I’m almost four years out of school now, and have now had far better career opportunities than many of my 3D classmates because I am passionate about what I do.

My senior year of college,  I narrowed the parts of the animation process that I am most interested in to writing and storyboarding. But, I was afraid to pursue those jobs because I knew from interning in studios that they were highly coveted positions. So, I went for cleanup and animation jobs, hoping to work my way up. I even got lucky and landed character design work down the line, though I’m not particularly interested in design. It was only when i started taking storyboarding classes, making storyboards in my spare time, pursuing storyboarding jobs, calling myself a storyboard artist, that those opportunities started to become available to me. And it turns out, I’m far better at storyboarding than I was at those other positions, because it’s the thing I enjoy the most. This is not to say “don’t take that cleanup job that pays the bills.” Take that job, and do online storyboarding classes at night, and read storyboarding blogs on your lunch break, make storyboard samples and comics in your free time on nights and weekends… Then, ask for storyboard tests, and test and test and test. It might take a while, no worries. Go ahead and put ‘storyboard artist’ on your website in the meantime instead of ‘illustrator’ or 'cleanup’ or whatever your more accurate fallback job is.

Don’t work in a studio in your fallback job and wait for someone to give you the opportunity. You might think because you are hard working at your compromise job, the management will reward loyalty with the job you politely asked for, or maybe were even too polite to actually ask for. They won’t give you that job. They probably won’t even help you get that job. So test within that studio if they’ll let you, and apply other places in the meantime while you keep paying the bills with that job.

There’s no excuse to me. Even people who want to direct can direct their own animated shorts in their spare time and build up a commercial directing portfolio from those shorts. You can do the same thing making crappy live action films with borrowed equipment in your spare time. It’s costly and time consuming, but you can throw your musician friend a couple bucks for the score, get a compositor buddy to throw effects on your short in exchange for some animation she needs, and buy a bunch of friends pizza to help you clean up scenes or hold lights or whatever. I’ve done it before.

I used storyboards as an example above, (read blogs during lunch, etc.) but apply that same tenacity towards whatever you want to do: vis dev, character design, comic penciler, stop motion fabricator, 3D modeler, whatever. I want to be a writer now, that’s the next hurdle for me. I’ve written two pilots and I’m taking it seriously, going to writing events, talking to people, refining my work and writing new material, and generally conducting myself as a writer. I have no idea how long, or even if this will take, but I’m pursuing it like it’s real because I enjoy writing, so I think I’d be good at it. Please don’t be one of these people that talks about all the stuff you’re “working on”, when you are really just thinking about working on that stuff. Too many of those in the world, please just go and get things done. “There are those who write, and those who talk about writing.” An adage I like. Apply it to whatever you like “There are those who design characters, and those who talk about designing characters…”

So please, everyone, go for what you want, don’t stop short now. You’ll be a lot better at your job when you’re doing the thing you like.

I figured out why Better Man is so heartwrenching. Like, aside from all the obvious implications that it made about the relationship and what it did to her, Better Man is heartwrenching for the same reason that Sad Beautiful Tragic and The Moment I Knew is.

Because most sad Taylor songs at least have that line, that one moment where she points out the silver lining. For Dear John it was the bridge. White Horse had ‘I’ll find someone someday who might actually treat me well’. Most of her sad songs has that moment.

But Sad Beautiful Tragic didn’t. SBT is just ‘it ended and there’s nothing i can do about it’. The Moment I Knew was ‘i had so much hope but i was miserable on what should’ve been a happy day’

Better Man is another step forward. Because yeah, she ran and she knew it was the right thing to do and the listeners knew it was the right thing to do, but even that ‘silver lining’ had the tone of ‘it shouldn’t have gotten to this I tried so hard all you had to do was meet me halfway and i loved you so much that i still miss you but now im so brokenhearted and it shouldn’t have come to this it shouldn’t have come to this it shouldn’t have come to this

SBT and TMIK is heartwrenching because there’s no silver-lining. Better Man is heartwrenching because there was barely a silver-lining, but it was still more painful than it was comforting.

  • Yuri: ::gets fourth in the short program::
  • Me: Thank God! Rules of writing and sports anime dictate that if he'd done better in the short program, he almost certainly would've had no chance to get gold in the GPF, so this is actually a good thing for him! Having him just be first the whole way through would've destroyed the narrative tension. Seeing Yurio do so well is also narratively appropriate for his arc, so that's also not surprising.
  • Yuri: ::in the preview:: Let's end this...
  • Me: Could mean anything. A stinger is meant to leave you in suspense, so I kinda expected this, too. The words in the teaser are just that--to tease. Of course there's gonna be tension and Yuri's gonna freak out--he has chronic anxiety and self-doubt. Yuri and Viktor still look in love and happy, so it's probably just referring to coaching and shit. I am literally not surprised by any of this.
  • Me: ...
  • Me: Whelp, time to blacklist the tag until next week, because this shit it going to drive me insane.
We know Naruto loses it when someone talks about Sasuke...but let’s look at Sasuke’s side of it.

So, shortly before Naruto is reunited with Sasuke, Orochimaru messes with him by “taunting” him about Sasuke.

Naturally, it works.

What I don’t see talked about as much is shortly after this, when Sai talks to Sasuke. Sasuke tries to play it cool at first but after Sai says he’ll probably get along with him better than Naruto, Sasuke actually puts him in a genjutsu.

That seems pretty severe for him to do if he’s really not bothered by the thought of Naruto, after all the time that had passed. Orochimaru was onto him, though. Sai hadn’t really talked about anything but Naruto yet Orochimaru accused him of “teasing” Sasuke. Perhaps he knows from experience??

Orochimaru is a lot of things but he’s not a fool and it was obvious that the mention of Naruto is what set Sasuke off. 

All I’m saying is Naruto’s name could be used to provoke Sasuke the same way Sasuke’s name provoked Naruto. Even after two and a half years of no contact, his feelings were still that strong. Sasuke “I guess I do remember someone like that” Uchiha never got Naruto out of his mind, ever. 

Kpop Parents Connections #The4thMeeting #MarriageCounseling

Jaebum: Today will be a little different guys, I invited a special guest to moderate, and to instill us with sound wisdom, so that we can become better and stronger couples.

Heechul: I get paid up front for this right?

Jaebum: *turns red* yes…I already explained all of this in the bathroom this morning.

Seungcheol: *raises hand* Can I go home? I just remembered that i had actual important things to do.

Rap Monster: Woah!! I have a question! What were you both doing in the bathroom??

Jaebum: We were ju-

Heechul: I don’t know. Why don’t you ask Jungkook.


Kihyun: Too soon bro

Sunggyu: *to Woohyun* What’s a Jungkook?

Kris: Can I change seats?



TOP: Wait, what?

Seungcheol: *raises hand* Please I’m allergic to stupid.

Heechul: Okay let’s get some order! Jaebum called me because clearly things haven’t been working out smoothly. I see that you all have a lot of issues, and we’ll use this time to go over a few and try to become more harmonious.

Jeonghan: Tbh, I’d appreciate it more if someone that could actually sing, in key, talked about being in harmony.

Himchan:*sniffs air* Did someone leave the stove on? I think I smell a burrnnn!

Heechul: Don’t come for me Chongham. When your little cutesy group breaks up in 2 years and you’re flat broke, standing in the center of Seoul with nothing but a cardboard sign and a dry weave from the Ren Collection, you’re gonna wish you were still on my good side.

Jaebum: Heechul pls you’re not helping…

Leo: I’m gonna get some coffee *leaves out side door*

Yongguk: *mutters* I didn’t get better for this

Woohyun: Speaking as the newest guy here, I’m really happy that I finally got to come to one of these meetings. I hear they’re always a big hit.

JinJin: Yeah I’ve only been to one, It was pretty neat. No complaints except f–

GD:WAIT A MINUTE! I thought this was an Idol parents meeting not bring your toddler to trainee camp. Who’s the tyke?

JinJin: that part….

Jaebum: *sighs* You all know who they are by now. Leave Astro alone! They are an important part of our kpop world, and they contribute greatl-

Kihyun: *coughs loudly*

Jaebum: *glares*

Kihyun: Sorry, I’m allergic to bullsh-

Heechul: IT’S TIME TO BARE YOUR SOULS! Let’s share our feelings and emotions. Jin you have been pretty quiet this evening, how about you go first?

Jin: Well, I like to think that Namjoon and I are fine. We and the children actually just won the Artist of the Year Awa-


GD: I cancelled an after party with Victoria Secret models for this so..

Namjoon: Dude, why are you trying to overshadow us? You told me that you were proud.

Suho: *checks face in compact mirror* I say a lot of things. Keep up or fall behind.

Jeonghan: *to Jinyoung* Isn’t that what happened to Exo?

Yongguk: I really could be doing creative during this time.

Hakyeon: Can someone tell me why am I even still here? Has anyone seen Leo?

GD: Yeah, he said he was getting coffee and never came back.

Kris: Lies! *readjusts overpriced cap* That’s the same excuse I gave Suho when I left him high and dry.

Jinyoung: *smirks*

Suho: Wait…wha-

Kris: *puts fingers to Suho’s lips* That was the old me hon, I’ve changed.

Woohyun: Wellll, Sunggyu and I are fine. Our family is really chill. We really get along and lov-

GD: Time out on the fluff stuff, let’s dig into the real deal.

TOP: *snorts* If only your lyrics rhymed as well as that sentence.

GD: If only your songs wrote themselves.


Himchan: I don’t know, why is it so hard for your rappers to rap?

Seungcheol: I’m going to go help Leo get some coffee. *leaves out side door*

MJ: I think we should go, and that maybe we won’t be coming back.

Kihyun: Do you mean musically or just physically?

JinJin: Physically

Kihyun: oh

Heechul: Shownu, you haven’t said one word all night. There must be something you want to say.

Shownu: no

Kris: I swear they let anyone be an idol these days. Back in my day you needed talent, brains, and pure will to make it!

Jinyoung: I’m going to just let that go.

Jeonghan: If only you would let your acting career go too.

Heechul: I give up.


Hakyeon: Neither did the JJ project but things still worked out somehow.

Namjoon: Jin let’s get some coffee too *leaves*

Jinyoung: I don’t even know if I should be offended or


Hakyeon: Suho, shut up, it’s been a long day. I’m going home. Catch you all the next time. *leaves*

GD: Come on Top. I didn’t bring you here so that I would have to drive my own self back. 

TOP: You brought me because you’ve been drinking out of a beer bottle in your sleeve the whole night and if you go to jail YG may kick you out of th *bursts into giggles* Sorry I can’t keep a straight face when I’m trying to relate to the lessers. *both leave*

Namjoon: We’re dipping out too. Apparently once you become popular you’re suppose to forget who your true friends were. *leaves*

Jin: When we become washed up has beens I’ll  bring cookies to the next one! *leaves*


Kihyun: Hey grandpa! Maybe you should start your own meeting and invite all the elderly!

Woohyun: Don’t give him any ideas, please. *guides Sunggyu out*

Himchan: We’re leaving, frankly I don’t even know if we’ll be back. We’re going through a lot-

Jeonghan: *calls out* Get a new sob story! This one’s getting old!

Himchan *clears throat* and we would do better keeping to ourselves for a while. Come on Yongguk.

Yongguk: Bye thanks for remembering we exist.

Shownu: See you next time. *leaves*

Kihyun: Jinyoung totally fax me over those divorce tips you were telling me about earlier *leaves*

Jinyoung: Will do!

Jaebum: WHA-

Kris: Suho let’s go, Vinnie is having a party at his house and i want to drop you off before I roll up with models on both arms.

Jeonghan: Can I get a ride home with y'all?


Jeonghan: Never mind, I’ll walk. *leaves*


Suho: WAIT! I CAN CHANGE BABE!! *runs after*

Jinyoung: I think I may actually hate them.

Heechul: Lol I do.

Jaebum: You can leave now too.

Heechul: *coughs* Where’s my money? I ain’t working for fre-

Jinyoung & Jaebum: Get out!

Heechul: Whatever, If You Do was better than Hard Carry anyway….and that’s not saying much. *leaves*

Jaebum: Wow look at us actually getting along and standing unite-

Jinyoung: Shut up, I’m still trying to find a way to poison you.

Jaebum: Your love is the only poison I need.


Jinyoung: Shut up.


….what if Sirius actually kept a photo album(or seven thousands) of him and the Marauders and everyone else he knew back when he was still a student at Hogwarts? And one day, when Harry was taking his kids to visit the house of one of the bravest man he ever knew (sorry Snape), 10-year-old James and 8-year-old Albus found those albums stashed somewhere in an empty room in Grimmauld Place when they were wandering around the house. That was how they (and Lily too, in the end), learned about how great their grandparents were, and the lives they and their friends had before they died to give them all a better future.

From the pictures, they learned how James Potter Sr would do the most idiotic things to impress then Lily Evans (“I can’t believe Granddad actually jumped off the Astronomy Tower and mounted his broom just metres before he crashed!” James Sirius would exclaimed in adoration.). They also learned that their father’s Godfather was probably the coolest person they’d ever seen (“And the most handsome,” Lily Luna would add, earning a look from her brothers, to which she added, “What? I’m 9, but it doesn’t mean that I’m blind. He was fit.”). And when they saw the pictures of Remus trying to separate both heavily-drunk James Sr and Sirius from clawing each other’s eyes (“Man, I wonder what it was all about,” Albus said as he eyed the picture closely, trying to imagine how those people were.), they started to invited their honorary-older brother Teddy Lupin to join them to see the pictures. Because let’s face it, Teddy had a right to those pictures more than they did, seeing that it was his father there in most of the pictures.

They learned a lot of things about the Marauders and his friends. They knew now that James Sr had a crooked-smile that he inherited to Albus, that Sirius loved to tilt his chair to stand on its two back-feet and threw his head back in a laugh, that Remus smiled a lot more than what was appropriate when he was watching his friends fight over something that was no doubt trivial. But there were also some people they didn’t know though. Like that pretty raven-haired girl who Sirius loved to carry on a piggy-back ride all over the Gryffindor Common Room on a lot of the pictures. Or the cute blonde who blushed whenever she saw Remus, even when she pretended she was listening to Lily Evans, who was talking while waving her hands dramatically. Or even the tall guy kissing a nice-looking woman who looked a lot like their Professor Longbottom, with both James Sr and Sirius photo-bombing in the background. They also saw many pictures of a short, mousy-blonde man, who looked at his three friends in adoration. Nevertheless, they didn’t mind the fact that there were some people that they didn’t know. The truth was, the Potter kids and Teddy Lupin learned more about the Marauders from their pictures instead of the stories they often heard.

They never told Harry though. Because they thought it was Harry who stored those pictures away, thinking that it must be too painful for Harry to see it. They never said anything about it, unaware that they probably knew more about their grandparents and their friends more than their own father. So, one day when James Sirius was seventeen, Harry was lecturing his oldest son that he shouldn’t jump from the Astronomy Tower just to impress Neville’s daughter because that was just plain crazy, son, and you can’t be that stupid. Rolling his eyes because he was convinced his father was being ridiculous, oblivious and irritated James Sirius waved his hand dismissively and said, “Yeah right, as if Granddad James hadn’t done it before. I saw the pictures, Dad. You can’t blame me if I followed his example.”

He expected his father to yell at him for his insolence. Instead, Harry froze, those green eyes that were identical like his brother’s and grandmother’s were wide as saucers as he stammered, “W-what pictures, James?”

And that was when James Sirius and his siblings realised that for all his life, Harry was way more clueless than they were about his parents. And they couldn’t help but to feel sorry because they felt like they’d stolen something privately belonged to Harry. So they showed him the pictures, hugged him when he cried, and laughed along with him when he did.

Later, Ginny would tell her brother and Hermione how she had never seen her husband so happy.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows {Sentence Starters}

  • “And you? Are you coming or are you staying?”
  • “You won’t find it where you’re going, you’re wasting your time.”
  • “Let’s get off the streets and get somewhere safe.”
  • “Do not pity the dead. Pity the living and above all, those who live without love.”
  • “Why do I live?  Because I have something worth living for.”
  • “I thought you knew what you had signed up for!”
  • “When have any of our plans ever actually worked? We plan, we get there, all hell breaks loose!”
  • “No one else is going to die. Not for me.”
  • “I assume you’re here for a reason. What do you need?”
  • “You have something of mine. I’d like it back.”
  • “Don’t expect me to get excited over another damn thing we need to find.”
  • “We were better without you, happier without you.”
  • “If you have to ask, you’ll never know. If you know, you need only ask.”
  • “Not my daughter, you bitch!”
  • “Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?”
  • “I don’t think you’re a waste of space.”
  • “Actually I’m highly logical, which allows me to look past extraneous detail and perceive clearly that which others overlook.”
  • “You stupid _____! You could have killed me!”
  • “You have nothing to fear, if you have nothing to hide.”
  • “Join me in the forest tonight and confront your fate.”
  • “They never learn. Such a pity.”
  • “I suppose I’ll have to kill him before he finds me.”
  • “You think I don’t know what they’re capable of?”
  • “Maybe that’s the best reason to have it. Because of everything that’s going on.”
  • “I don’t understand. Isn’t he coming with us?”
  • “They’ll torture you. If they think for a moment you know where I’m going, they’ll stop at nothing.”
  • “Absolutely not, no. Besides, I’m just a waste of space. Isn’t that right?”
  • “How long do you think she’ll stay mad at me?”
in light of that one interview i just want this scene
  • corrupted jasper writhing on the ground or s/t: we all get what we deserve, I deserved for this to happen
  • garnet, sitting placidly cross-legged on her shoulder: the hilarious thing is that's completely true but not for any of the reasons you think

HakuMyu Shinsengumi Kitan - Kyoutou ~Ikiro~ Kakugo [English Subbed]

Since I’m between series translations at the moment I’ve had some time to kind of get back to things I was hoping to do for HakuMyu. This isn’t what I’m actually working on right now, but this is one of my favorite scenes from Shinsengumi Kitan. I cried like a baby when I watched it the first time so I wanted to share it with everyone ❤

Also going to have some even better news for you guys regarding Heisuke-hen in the very near future! It’s been a LONG time overdue but hang in there, it’s just about done ^^ 

Josh Zerker imagine - Mum (includes KSimon)

requested: ‘an imagine where you’re dating josh so you’re kind of like a mum to the boys’

Coming to the sidemen house just did not seem to get easier as a clean freak. Admittedly, the boys had gotten better; but better was most certainly not good. They were slobs.

As someone so heavily invested in cleanliness this made me cringe highly. So much so, that when I came round, I bought my own cleaning products. Understandably, it wasn’t my business, but I did it anyway for their own wellbeing and health. In fact, I tried to look after all the boys, making sure they ate at all appropriate times, washed their clothes regularly, and knew how to do things like sew and cook actual, non processed meals.

Someone who was now accustomed to this was Josh, my boyfriend of four years. He had known about my nurturing ways since the very first month of our relationship. The 'mum gene’ was one I wore with pride, and by now he had grown to love it. It was another part of me.

“Y/n? What are you doing?”

I turned to face the tall figure entering the kitchen, my rubber gloves still clad to my hands as I scrubbed at the kitchen table.

“Good morning Simon. I’m just cleaning up.”

“Cleaning?” JJ echoed as the pair sat together on the bar stools. “But…why?”

“Because I enjoy it,” I responded as I removed my gloves, packing all the cleaning materials into the cupboard under the sink and washing my hands in the process.

“You enjoy cleaning?”

“Yes Jide, I do. You don’t need to sound so shocked - I’m sure you have many an interest that I would probably be just as…surprised, by.”

Simon laughed as he watched JJ who smiled down at his lap.

“Exactly. Now do you guys want breakfast? I can make you bacon and eggs if you want.”

“Do we even have bacon and eggs?”

“I bought some.”

A smile covered my face as Josh entered the room. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I buried my face in his neck, appreciating highly the fresh smell of his shower gel. He held me at arms length and kissed my cheek before joining JJ and Simon on the bar stools.

“I feel like I’m watching my parents be all gross at breakfast. Am I 15 again?” Simon rubbed the back of his head, looking genuinely confused.

“I know! Y/n is literally the Mummy to our Daddy Josh!”

“Jide, please don’t call me Daddy, we’ve been through this.” Josh scolded him lightly.

“Sorry, I forgot only Mum can do that.”

Laughs errupted from the two KSImon boys and I rolled my eyes, pouring out the oil into the pan.

“You two are honestly like a couple of children!”

“Yeah, and you and Josh are our parents!”

Josh shook his head as he pulled me down onto his lap, placing a light kiss on my neck to which I shuddered.

“Alright Dad, don’t get kinky.”

“Oi!” I tossed a spoon at JJ and he faked injury, grabbing his face. “Childline! I’m calling childline!”


Josh held my hand underneath the table and I turned my head to face him.

“You know, you are very Mum like.”

“Wifey material?”

His face split into a small grin as his grip on my hand tightened, his other hand moving to my waist.

“Quite possibly, yes.”


I really do spend a lot of time thinking about this…

Because the way Rodimus apologizes to Drift without actually ever saying sorry. His thing about Drift reading his aura is utter crap; he can’t properly apologize because…It’s not in his nature? He doesn’t feel sorry for the right reasons? It reads to me more like he’s worried about his own feelings than Drift’s.

And Nautica…Had a chance to be free to forge better, healthier friendships without someone as mismatched as Firestar behind her. She choose to keep that friendship, so that Firestar wouldn’t be ostracized. And Firestar…never even apologized for treating her badly and hurting her.

It bothers me. It bothers me so much. And it’s comforting to know then that both of those scenes are intended to show us how compassionate and kind Drift and Nautica are.

I just wanna say that, in my opinion, had the fandom not been told that this whole thing was an “if Emma never became the savior” thing…. the reaction would have been SO MUCH DIFFERENT.

We all went into this episode thinking we were getting an AU where the curse never happened and Emma grew up as a princess…. and ACTUALLY what would have happened. Not some weird “wish world” thing where things are wishy-washy. If it had been told to us “Emma’s a princess but it’s the EQ’s wish so things won’t necessarily be as she actually would have grown up”…. I think the fandom wouldn’t have reacted the way it did. It’s like the deckhand!Killian thing. Nobody was annoyed because we KNEW it was a realm where Rumple changed everything and everyone and OF COURSE he would do that to Killian. If we went into 6x10 with similar knowledge (or a better explanation of how the freaking wishes work???) people may have reacted the same way they did to deckhand!Killian. 

Like I think in this episode, people weren’t annoyed with the lack of CS but more with the characterization of Emma because we thought we were actually gonna be shown how she would have been raised by her parents. Which is definitely NOT what we saw. And then now she believes her being the savior was for the best because the “singing model” version of her or whatever wasn’t great except that’s NOT EVEN WHO SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN so that’s a whole other issue I won’t spend too much time on lol.

Anyways that’s my two cents on the matter. I have a feeling that 6x11 may explain things more and the fact they’re making us wait 3 months for that episode may not be the best idea LOL. 

Wait for Me - Jason Todd x Reader Part 3

(Part 1: x) (Part 2: x)

Watching the man with the red helmet, you couldn’t help but feel that you knew him. So naturally, you decided to tail him for a while. Moving silently behind him, you heard him mutter more about Nightwing. So he was a hero, then. And he knew Dick.

“He’s enjoying his goddamn dinner, and I’m out here, in the cold, doing his patrol. I have better things to do. I could be looking for her, but no, I’m stuck in this hellhole doing his job…” It was kind of amusing, actually, listening to the man’s frustrated venting. It reminded you of Jason’s rants whenever he had to do an extra patrol back in Gotham. You decided to talk to him, maybe you could learn about this friend of Nightwing.     

“Who are you looking for?” you asked. He froze, whipping around, pistols aimed at your chest. You put your hands up.     

“Easy there. Not going to hurt you, just an interested party. The name’s Ace,” you offered, eyes gleaming behind your mask. The man slowly put his guns back.     

“Red Hood, pleasure to make your acquaintance. Just don’t try to make a move, you’ll be dead before you hit the ground. If you were still wondering, I’m trying to find a friend I lost a long time ago. Anyways, Nightwing never mentioned an Ace. Have you ever met him?” You shook your head.     

“No. I keep to myself, and there’s plenty of crime to go around. I tend to stick to the shadows,” you state. The man nods.    

“Understandable. Anyways, I have places to be. Nice meeting you, Ace,” he said. You watched him walk away, hearing a police scanner play through your earpiece.     

“32nd and Kingston,” you called after Red Hood. He turned to face you.     “What?” he called back.    

“Bank robbery at 32nd and Kingston. Do what you will with that information,” you told him, stepping into the shadows. 

“Not gonna lie, we make a pretty kick-ass team, Ace,” Red Hood said, glancing down at the robbers who lay on the floor. You nod.    

“Hell yeah we do. Anyways, it’s almost three, which means Nightwing’s patrol time is almost done. You’re off the clock.”    

“If you’ve never met Nightwing, how do you know his schedule?” he questioned. You shrug.    

“Staying under someone’s radar requires knowing where not to be at certain times. Besides, no harm comes from letting him do his thing while I do mine somewhere else,” you answer.     

“Fair enough. Though sometimes he could use the help of someone who can fight like you,” Red Hood comments. “Do you have a number you wouldn’t mind sharing, Ace? If I ever need a teammate, I know who to call.” You contemplated it. If he’s covering on Dick’s date night, there’s a good chance he would know Bruce. Getting a call from Dick sometime in the future wouldn’t be unlikely either. Eventually, you came to the conclusion that you had stayed in the dark for too long anyways and wrote your number on the back of a business card in your pocket. You handed it to the Red Hood, who froze as he read it.    

“I know this handwriting,” he muttered. You internally swore. Red Hood turned to look at you, taking off his helmet. A red domino mask covered his eyes.     

“It’s you. You’re alive. You’re alive!” he mused, pulling you into his muscular arms. You didn’t resist, noticing that the hug you had been pulled into was one you had felt many times.     

“Wait. Jason?” you asked in disbelief. He nods, and you hug him back. “Oh, god. Jason… You were dead, and so was I, and…” Jason cut off your rambling.

“I love you too, Y/N. So damn much.” You suddenly remembered the letter you had written. You grinned.    

“It was me you were trying to find, wasn’t it?” you ask him. He nods again. Your smile widens, and Jason rests his forehead against yours.     

“I was waiting for you,” he whispers before your lips meet his in a kiss.

bluebelladon  asked:

So i had an Idea but I can't think of anything past the concept (+ yr writing for this kinda thing is like 200% better than mine) but what if the Lads founded the Fake AH crew and recruited the gents?

Ooh that’s fun – i’ve seen versions where they were two little gangs who combined into the FAHC but the idea of the actual Fake’s starting as the Lads is definitely interesting.

There were a lot of names tossed around at the start; it’s the part of forming a crew no one really talks about, the vaguely embarrassing period of building an image, choosing a name, defining yourselves. Like band names there is a lot of bad before the good. Like band names ‘good’ is wildly subjective, particularly when determined by a pack of teenage boys. The humour behind ‘Fake Crew’ isn’t particularly high brow and not a single soul outside the original four Lads, including and especially their future members, have any idea at all what the AH could possibly stand for. Most think its mysterious, assume something clever or at least meaningful, but the shifty looks the boys shoot each other when pressed tell a different story.

Still, they’ve made something of a name for themselves in Los Santos – the FAHC, who pull off unbelievable stunts, who lack any semblance of respect, dangerous in the way of feral animals, of wildfire. In the foolhardy way of children, who care far more about making sure you hurt than they do about protecting themselves. It’s enough to keep other gangs wary, to buy themselves a little breathing room with reckless gestures and bared teeth, but not exactly the glory they are looking for. Not quite the trembling respect they’ve dreamed of.

For that, it seems, they’re going to have to think bigger, smarter. Be clever not just in the tricks they play and jobs they pull but in the way they twist their image, they way they recruit, build their crew. Just being more won’t do it, added thugs for the sake of numbers; it would take an astonishing amount to really match the size of some of their rivals and the Lads don’t exactly play nice with strangers. No, they have to be strategic, have to select a few choice additions who can help them rise, and after much discussion they settle on three names they’d like to pull in; Ramsey, Patillo and the Vagabond. Lofty goals to be sure, but then, delusions of grandeur or not, the Fake’s have always considered themselves to be rather magnificent.

Everyone who’s anyone knows about the Vagabond; none of them will admit it (Ray will admit it, Ray doesn’t give a fuck) but the Lads all have hearts in their eyes every time the Vagabond slinks around, all follow every rumour, gossip over every job. Something between hero worship and healthy respect, without any of the fear normal self-respecting individuals feel, is the perfect cocktail to have the four of them plotting outlandish ways to pull in the mercenary. Patillo has an incredibly solid reputation for someone with no real ties, invariably thought to be smart, dependable, one of the best drivers in the country and definitely not a woman to be trifled with. That she and Ramsey seem to have some kind of relationship, worked together back in the day and while going their separate ways don’t appear to have had any kind of blow up, will hopefully work in the Lads favour. Last, but certainly not least, there’s Geoff Ramsey; the rouge Rooster who’s been traversing the country, constantly on the move and pulling all kinds of jobs from hilariously wacky to darkly perverse. Maybe the Lads are looking a bit outside their paid grade but with Ramsey reportedly looking to build his own crew they can’t not try, not after realising that their crew is unfortunately in need of a proper leader.

Because none of the Lads are leaders, not really, especially not back then. They aren’t incapable, are clearly wildly talented and loyal enough to one another to defer a certain kind of leadership to whomever has the best idea or the most experience with whatever task they’re facing, but no one individual is capable of being the permanent boss. No one individual actually wants that role, not really, they’re all too young, too impulsive, too eager to abandon necessary goals at the drop of a hat.  

Ray, who has arguably the least interest in being the boss of all, is less leader than lone wolf; when he’s taking point a lot of his orders tend to involve stealth, hanging back while he picks off targets, only charging in when long-distance is no longer an option. Necessary for particular jobs, and it’s certainly not an easy task keeping the other three in line until it’s their turn to burst into action, but it’s not a method that works for every task.

Michael makes a magnificent leader, fierce and fearless and unwaveringly loyal, protective of his crew until the bitter end. He is, unfortunately, utterly devoid of tact, of the patience to put up with any kind of shenanigans from anyone he doesn’t personally like, the ability to create and maintain necessary relations with anyone outside his crew. Michael himself knows he makes a far better Lieutenant, busy with duties he actually cares about, walking the line between following orders with absolute obedience and unapologetically calling out anything he disagrees with, reliable and relentless in equal measure.

Jeremy is meticulous, when he’s in charge he plots and plans and double checks, the very image of the perfect boss except for one flaw; more often than not he’s easily swayed. Will put together the perfect stealth plan only to agree when Michael makes a convincing argument for the importance of rocket launchers, conduct an ideal heist until Gavin begs to go after something shiny or Ray inquires about abandoning the sensible get away car for hilarious motorised scooters.

When Gavin is on his game he is fucking glorious, a flashbang of reckless laughter and terrible ideas none of them can resist, the promise that come hell or hand-grenades they will all be going home with a story. When Gavin plays leader he needs a lot of faith, needs the others to trust in things that don’t seem remotely feasible, but the payoff is always worth it. Except for the days when his words are too sharp, his eyes too cold, when he wants nothing more than to pick a fight with the most dangerous crook in the room, to swagger around the LSPD’s station unmasked, jump from a plane without checking his parachute; dancing with death just to see if he can. If they’re not careful on those days, if they missed the clues, the rest of the Lads would follow him down, unable discern between Gavin’s usual absurd genius and those streaks of genuinely aimless apathy until they’re all careening towards destruction.

So, as grating as it seems, there is an undeniable argument for a permanent leader, someone to keep them all on course, to take the responsibilities they don’t want, someone who can captain their ship without trying to push them all overboard. Still, you can’t just walk up to one of these infamous criminals and hand them an invitation; selling yourself – your dream, your crew, your city – takes time, takes planning, so in the end the FAHC’s first recruitment isn’t even one of those big three.

It’s pure luck when Michael meets Lindsay; finds her twirling a nail-studded bat in the wreckage of a bar, sipping a cocktail like she hadn’t just caved a man’s head in, and really nothing on earth could have stopped Michael from offering her a place in the crew. From talking them up in a way he’d never really bother with normally, because honestly how could he not. It doesn’t take much to get the other three onboard, Lindsay was a perfect fit, a seamless addition, and with her the FAHC is unquestionably more efficient.

Strangely the Vagabond is actually far easier to get on board than any had anticipated. After they start actively seeking his attention Ryan can’t help but watch the Lads. Not because their jobs are impressive (they are, actually, but Ryan’s in high demand, so very many crews out there are impressive enough) but because they are endearing eager; nothing like the pathetic begging of so many others, no attempt to convince Ryan he should be desperate to work with them, just genuine enthusiasm to prove themselves worthy of his time. They’re funny, something akin to a pack of reckless puppies; certainly capable of outrageous damage but equally likely to trip over their own oversized paws in their excitement, and in this business Ryan really shouldn’t find it as charming as he does. They take to leaving him all kinds of gifts; generally intriguing , often amusing and near always utterly gruesome, and after a month or so of hanging around the city toying with them they manage to get a former Rooster onside to run the show and Ryan’s run out of reasons to say no.

Gavin’s the one they sent after Geoff, when the Lads decide they’re ready to try to bring the notoriously creative, fortuitously crew-seeking man into the FAHC. Gavin’s first approach, full of deferential respect playing to Ramsey’s ego, is a complete bust; Geoff thought he was sweet, called him kid, laughed in his face and sent him out the door with a crack about coming back when he was old enough to drive. The second approach involves pulling a full blown job on Ramsey, one that starts with the man unknowingly buying Gavin a supercar and ends with the priceless tailored suit he’s wearing being pinned to the wall with a nail gun, Gavin grinning away like a particularly bloodthirsty shark, and all of a sudden Geoff can’t say he isn’t tempted. Deigns to finally listen to the recruitment spiel, as though he’s got any other choice right now, and despite himself is quickly sold on the whole crew.

Jeremy goes out one day and comes back with a handful of people, some they’d been discussing as a group, some the others hadn’t heard of, but all perfectly capable of holding their own agains the Lad’s disgruntled dissent. Steffie, who takes a look at their set up, rolls her eyes, then pulls out her phone and starts making a list, talking dealers and bases and possible new hires. Trevor who immediately sets to soothing ruffled feathers, sidling up to Gavin and gushing about some ridiculous theft, questioning Michael about his preference in heavy weaponry, ignoring the way Ray is skulking around behind him. Matt they’d all agreed on, welcoming the chance to push off all computering nonsense onto someone else, and Mica assures them all that she’s got no interest in sticking around, will work contracts as requested but isn’t about the stationary crew life. In the end no blood is spilt, no tempers flare too badly, and Jeremy is reasonably sure he isn’t going to wake up with a gun to his temple, so all in all it goes pretty well.

The last missing piece, Jack, is actually tracked down by Ray in the end; he wanders off one day and comes back with a very amused woman in tow, decked out in a hideous Hawaiian shirt and driving an obscenely nice Lamborghini. Apparently after finding her, not particularly difficult considering she wasn’t trying to hide, Ray simply told Jack all about Geoff’s fumbling attempts to simultaneously familiarise himself with the mess that is Los Santos, integrate himself into, and begin to take control of, an already close-knit, functioning crew, and do it all while pretending he’s not at all rattled by the Lad’s unwavering fascination with the horrifically notorious assassin who insists on sticking a straw through his mask to pound down a truly irresponsible number of diet cokes. It took a while for her utterly joyous, completely uncontrollable laughter to die down, but when she finally calmed Jack immediately started packing.

FIRST OF ALL, Eijun’s recent character development had me s h o o k e d so much I did not know how to handle it anymore? I think we all agree to that and especially this panel right there??? His admiration for Miyuki never cease to amaze him and realized that he should not be greedy for his attention because Miyuki wants to improve as well. That’s a big step unlike before he constantly craves for Miyuki’s attention but now he is actually considerate of that. Eijun certainly matured on different levels. AND I AM JUST SO PROUD??? 

Second, he realized his mistake right away about “I will become the ace?” statement he did. He realized that constantly thinking and aggressively do things about becoming the ace is not really gonna help him. THAT’S WHY WHEN HE WATCHED THE INASHIRO GAME, he is all alone and everyone thought he was angry. No, he was trying to improve and had the mindset “I can do better than I did in that game.” Yes we all know everyone praised him about that game saving Furuya’s cute ass but IT DID NOT GET INTO HIS HEAD. HE KNOWS HIS ROLE TO BE A RELIEF PITCHER. He is not fazed by the situation and instead did a good job on his own role and he even blames himself for not doing enough and not blaming his teammates for the mess they got themselves into. He gave his best shots from the very beginning to help his team not thinking about how and what he can do to gain the ace position. And also, he thought about pitch calling. He wants to know more ways to gain knowledge and use it on his arsenal, to make it at least he can communicate with the way Miyuki can connect to him. A way that would be best for the both of them of improve as a battery as well. 

THIRD, all he wanted now was to be acknowledged by Miyuki. He doesn’t give a damn about Ace position in that moment. He wants to be recognized FIRST before taking the role of the Ace number. He feels the need to be recognized by the person he admired from the very beginning, the person who helped him grow as a baseball player and as a person. 


Even if it’s just pretend

(Yes that is a Taylor Swift lyric, from Wildest Dreams)

For @carryon-countdown prompt: Angst

This is something that I wrote months and months ago, but I wasn’t happy with it so I didn’t post it. Lately I’ve started this fantastic new habit where if I don’t like something, I actually go back and make it better rather than pretending it doesn’t exist (very shocking much wow I know).

It’s based on this quote from page 382-383 of Carry On – ‘I came back because I was afraid of what might happen if I didn’t. Baz might just pretend that nothing had ever happened between us. He’d make me feel like I dreamt this whole thing – like I was a maniac and a moron for believing he’d ever felt something for me.’

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you know what i find deliciously ironic?

percy was ALLLL about revenge during the briarwood arc, smoke demons and mutilations and bloody kills and all while vax was like you don’t have to become the monsters you hunt percy ok reMEMBER… WHO… YOU AREEE……

and now vax is mr. oath of vengeance i will strike u down like the dog you are @raishan meet me in the fucking pit while percy’s like. way mellowed out and trying to become someone better than the man with revenge constantly on his mind

some of that probably has to do with the fact that percy’s actually had his revenge (more than once??? if you count ripley??? but he was like. well. incapacitated for that one, mostly) while vax is just hitting his stride and idk i just love this ‘two sides of the same coin’ thing they’ve got going on