also i apologize for it being so long


at first i just wanted to practise expressions but then it got out of hand :D

Analyzing Joseph’s Character and Route

Many people (myself included) were dissatisfied with Joseph’s route. The unconfirmed “Cult Ending” only added to our panic. We were expecting a story about a religious LGBT man coming to terms with himself and finding happiness, and many of us were left disappointed. But what if that’s exactly what we got, just without the happy ending?

I feel like Joseph’s character is a lot more complex than anyone’s been giving him credit for. If there’s any truth to anything that I’m about to say, his writing is subtle. And while the endings we’ve uncovered so far have been less than satisfying, I’m beginning to think that there’s more to them than we think.

I might just be grasping at straws here, but it’ll help me sleep at night. So here goes.

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Long rant about Portugal winning cuz I’m salty and can’t sleep

First of all, to all the people who’re gonna say 

“You don’t appreciate good music!”
What music I like and what would be considered “good” music is not for you to decide.

or “You’re just jealous that your fave didn’t win!” 

You are absolutely right, and here’s why:

  1. The song itself was pretty forgetful and boring to listen to. Literally ASMR material. It was different, yes, but just because something is different, it doesn’t make it exceptionally good.
  2. The singer blantantly disrespected the contest itself and acted as if his music was superior to everybody else’s. 
    Bulgaria, Hungary, Moldova: “Bitch, hold my fucking poodle.”
  3. Actual quote of him: “Music is not fireworks, music is feeling.”
    Music can be anything and that’s the beauty of it. All the other contestants that you bashed in your speech put just as much feeling and effort into their songs, maybe even more than you. Stfu.
  4. Actual arguments by ppl defending the song:
    -He sung in Portuguese
    -He performed despite having a heart condition
    -The audience was quiet during his performance
    -He looks cute

    Let me take em one by one..
    a) There were other songs, who sung in their own language as well, what’s your point
    b) Good for him, but that was pretty reckless, considering smthg serious COULD’VE happened
    c) They were quiet cuz the dude was whispering and maybe they were even *asked* to be quiet
    d) Kristian looked 10x cuter, thank you. 
  5. People saying that “A song with meaning won”, did you actually read the lyrics in English? His song was about love, the most generic topic in a boring ass ballad.
  6. You want a song with meaning, that isn’t sung in English and is quite memorable?
    Did anybody even bother with Hungary??
    Traditional music, traditional dancing, traditional clothing (partially), bilingual singing (none of it in English) AND the song was about the racism that Romas (aka Gypsies) face. PLUS THE SONG WAS ACTUALLY QUITE MEMORABLE AND VERY UNIQUE
  7. People were angry and pissed at Portugal winning, not because they hate Salvador or even the song, but because there were so many others that deserved it much more.
    No matter HOW you look at it, this was by no means a “winner” song. It sounds like no-copyright Coffeeshop music. And if the jury and the viewers voted for him because of him behaving in a peculiar way or because of his heart condition, Idk what to say to you. This isn’t the first time this happened, Conchita also won because of her being a drag Queen, however, her song was not that horrible tbh. I’ve already forgotten the rythme of Salvador’s song, that’s how forgettable it is. 
  8. And finally @ all the people being salty that Bulgaria didn’t win: I feel your pain.
    Compared to Portugal, Bulgaria was heaps better and idc what Salvador thinks about other artists, but you cant tell me that Kristian didn’t put just as much heart and soul into his performance with even better vocals and an actual good song all around. Both songs were about love, so you can’t argue with any difference in lyrical content. He was also very angry at himself and apologized for not being able to make it 1st place. He apologized for being ONLY 2nd, which is very admirable for a 17 year old to even GET this far. You deserve the world, boy. Your song will actually be played on radio stations and may your records be purchased by millions.

I think that’s all I had to say. Eurovision has become a disappointing joke. 

shades of wrong (m)

Summary: In which you’re sure you’ll hate Park Jimin with every fiber of your being for the rest of your existence, even after he is assigned your tutor for History of Magic.
Pairing: Jimin | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Smut; Harry Potter AU 
Word Count: 17,321
Author’s Note: This got insanely long, and I apologize but also not really. Inspired by @jeonbegins + her really dope HP Slytherin Jimin AU edit. I also had a little conversation with @minsvga about this and she helped me figured out the basic idea for what this story has become; and @chokemejimin has asked to be tagged in my HP work so here you go my dear!!!


No matter how hard you try, it seems as if you are always bested by Park Jimin in every aspect of life: from Quidditch to school to class popularity.

And you absolutely despise him for it.

Granted, it’s probably because he’s always simply excelled in everything while you could only manage the minimum requirement for things outside of the sport you’ve grown to be so passionate about—but that’s only deepened your dislike for the boy. It’s been like this since the pair of you were children, a rivalry already planted between you even before you knew what the term meant. Truthfully, it was pretty much written in the stars that you would develop some deep-rooted grudge against Jimin, for he was organized into Slytherin while you were put in the fiery red and gold of Gryffindor.

Beyond the clashing Houses that have officially formed your backgrounds, it doesn’t help that the boy has seemed to uphold a particular interest in doing whatever he could to see you fidget or watch you squirm or just catch you at your worst moments—although you humor yourself on the idea that these unfortunate incidents occur to you because of Park Jimin’s constant hovering. It’s a habit that’s grown since the first week of your admission into Hogwarts, in which your big mouth scored you your first detention with the infamous Professor Snape.

It’s a moment that marks the beginning of an unspoken battle between the pair of you—in which you would constantly attempt to prove yourself better than Park Jimin and Park Jimin doing everything he could to make sure you could never have that victory. During the first two years of school, this would mean beating you on every exam, knowing the answers to every question and teasing you for not knowing. Professors putting Jimin on a pedestal, marking him up as the ‘ideal student’ and unknowingly intensifying the dagger of hatred you wished to plunge deeper and deeper into his chest.

When you are twelve, you are told that there is certainly no way for you to truly despise of something (or someone)—for you are young and naive and not entirely capable to understand what it means to hate something with every fiber of your being.

But they’re wrong.

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anonymous asked:

Ugh can you stop whining already? The resposters you're demonizing are HELPING YOU by giving you EXPOSURE so you can be popular like all the other popular artists like there (edendaphne, taylordraws, qookyquice, sakura-rose12, ferisea, ceeljes, etcetara). Posts on instagram with their art helped them become popular and the "evil" reposters are only trying to help you to. Just let them repost soon you'll get 1000 followers. So stop being whiny and just let them help your unpopular ungrateful ass!

Hello, anon! Normally, I would ignore rude anons and immediately delete them, but I feel this type of ask is relevant to raising awareness of the problem we have with reposters, art thieves, and the like. So here we go!

It’s true, I may not be as popular as any of the tumblrs you have mentioned (btw, you misspelled a few :c), but that doesn’t mean I’m not entitled to the rights of, I emphasize, MY OWN WORK. Also, I’m not sure where I was whining anywhere, can you give a source? And what am I supposed to be grateful for exactly? ┐(‘~`;)┌

But yeah, even if I had only 3 followers and half a sandwich, a thing I made and posted is still something I explicitly own. It came from me. All I did was share it via tumblr. If I didn’t share it, guess what? I still made it. The only difference when I shared it was so people can see it too. But I still made it. The reposter didn’t, the art thief didn’t—it was me. Henceforth, it is mine to control how it’s shared and used. You are not entitled to up and use my work without permission, no matter how you justify it.

That goes for all the ‘unpopular’ artists out there too. You created a thing out of nothing. It is yours and no one else’s. If anyone tries to put you down to get you to allow them to repost your stuff or give them ‘free commissions’ for so-called “EXPOSURE”, politely decline them (or flip them off, it really depends on you 👀).

You have something they don’t—your skill. Don’t let them take that from you because they made you feel bad that they make 1000+ notes/likes per (re)post they “made” compared to your sketch getting 9 notes and a supporting comment from grandma. At least you have a skill to make a thing, a skill you can only get better at over time, as opposed to a reposter’s skill of Googling and right-click Save/pressing Print Screen. Because any old schmuck can do that. I can do that. My grandpa can do that. My 4-year old nephew can do that.

We all start from nothing, so have pride in what you can do by yourself! Don’t give up and work hard and I guarantee you, people will definitely notice your effort, be it sooner or later. c: (I was gonna cite Van Gogh as an example of ‘later’ but uhh he got popular after he died so that might be a bad example i’ll shut up about that now im sorry)

But I digress! Back to anon. Your claim is because I’m not a popular artist, I can get recognition via reposters, so I should be grateful. To be frank, I think that claim is all sorts of dumb. It doesn’t explain why reposters then STILL repost work by artists who are clearly more popular than their repost account/s. They certainly don’t need any exposure. The math just doesn’t add up, anon. :c

I do apologize if trying to put me down like this didn’t work out. I am confident in my own (albeit not-that-good-yet) ability and I truly believe that if I do work hard enough, I can make it out there. And even if I never do, at the very least I didn’t enable attitudes such as yours to permeate and be justified. I’ve made friends who appreciate what I do, and at the end of the day, it’s more than enough for me. Even if I don’t make it big, I know they’ll be right here supporting me anyway. My question is, who do you have, anon?

I hope sending out this ask helped you dislike yourself a little less. c: Sorry for the long post!

If anyone needs more information about the reposting/art theft problem and the protest, check out @miraculousblackout! They have all sorts of posts and links to help educate you! If anything else is still unclear, just send an ask. We are here to guide you. Just remember, be respectful! Have a good day! ヾ(☆'∀'☆)

“You like it when I talk dirty to you, doll?”

A Bucky x Reader Teasing Drabble

#3. Bucky decides to play a game. You’re stuck in a meeting with Steve, Sam, and Tony while Bucky slips dirty comments into your ear through a com you had accidentally left in. You’re stuck squirming the entire meeting, close begging for him to stop and just come touch you.

Your entire body ached- a week long mission full of crouching in small spaces, eavesdropping, and intense fighting had you craving a massage. The sexual tension between you and Bucky definitely wasn’t helping either. The lingering touches, the faint whispers of luck before you’d head out into the field, the sounds of his grunting coming through the coms with each punch and kick he threw; he knew exactly what he was doing, and it was working.

You’d fallen asleep on the jet in your gear, too tired to care about changing. You stretched yourself out over a few seats, your blue Avenger catsuit tight against your curves. You pulled your front zipper down partway, exposing the curves of your breasts. You caught Bucky’s darkening gaze as your eyes drifted closed. 

You sat, still clad in your mission gear, in a windowed conference room with Sam, Steve, and Tony. You were going over the mission and discussing tactics for the next one. Bucky had dismissed himself to shower, Steve allowed it. 

You crossed your legs and leaned back, looking between the three men while they argued. You didn’t care to participate, you were just there to make sure they didn’t tear each other apart. You rubbed your eyes and sighed, your body was begging you for relaxation and caffeine. 

“Little tired there, doll?” Bucky’s voice resonated in your ear and your body tensed. You glanced around the room and found him showered and sitting with a book just outside the conference area. He tapped his ear. “Looks like someone left their com in.”

You opened your mouth to speak before remembering where you were. A need formed between your legs and your thighs flexed instinctively. You had no idea what he was up to, but it had to be something devious.

“The meeting seems boring, mind if I spice it up a tad?” He turned a page of his book, eyes never leaving yours. You nodded, just enough for Bucky to notice, but not enough to draw attention to yourself. Bucky’s lips turned into a smirk. “That’s a good girl.”

Shivers shot down your spine and you crossed your arms, refusing to look at him anymore. If he was going to have his fun, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of your complete attention. 

“Let’s start with you uncrossing those pretty legs of yours, doll.” His voice sounded even raspier through the speaker in your ear. You listened. “What I’d give to be in between them…” A groan passed his lips. 

“Tony, we can’t keep going on missions without planning them out completely.” Steve sighed and plopped down into a chair. “(Y/N), do you have anything to add?”

“Fuck, doll.” Bucky moaned quietly. “Just thinking about stripping you of your soaked underwear and licking your dripping cunt-”

“(Y/N)?” Steve repeated your name. 

“Oh, I, uh…” You heard Bucky snicker on the other end. “Sorry, I kinda zoned out there for a second, I’m just tired from the mission, that’s all. Um, I think we should completely plan out for whatever scenarios we can and go from there.”

See.” Steve gestured towards you and returned his attention to Sam and Tony.

“Are my words distracting, doll?” You tossed a glare at Bucky. “Good to know that I have your undivided attention.”

Your stare hardened and you crossed your legs as a sign of defiance. It only seemed to amuse Bucky.

“You can’t even begin to imagine the things I’d do to you if you allowed me to touch you. My hands would never leave your body; I’d strip you naked and kiss every beautiful inch of your body. My fingertips tickling your skin as they graze over your breasts, my lips lowering and wrapping around your hardening nipples. Fuck, just thinking about even having you naked underneath me…” He sighed and adjusted himself in his pants. “Dropping my hand in between your legs, teasing your swollen clit until your begging me to just let you cum; dipping two fingers inside of you and abusing that aching g-spot until you’ve drenched my fingers; sliding my cock deep in-”

“(Y/N), can you please talk some sense into these men?” Tony pinched the bridge of his nose and stretched an arm out towards you.


“Pounding into you until you’re screaming my name, harshly rubbing your clit to draw orgasm after orgasm out of you-”

“I don’t really…”

“I wouldn’t stop, not until you’re pleading that it’s too much, that you can’t cum for me anymore-”


“I’d give you a rest, of course, before pulling you to straddle my face and tasting you. Licking that sore, throbbing clit, nibbling and sucking on it, drawing out yet another orgasm from you-”

You ripped the com out of your ear and smashed it on the table. You furrowed your brows and shot a cold glare at each of the men in the room before standing up.

“Listen, I get that you all think you’re right, but just take a fucking breath and get over your superiority complexes and work together. I don’t like playing mediator, I like playing the girl who’s leaving to go shower and get out of this damn catsuit.” 

You stormed out of the room and went the opposite direction of Bucky, heading to your room. With each step, you could feel your wetness seeping through your underwear. Bucky anticipated your movements and managed to beat you to your bedroom. You pushed past him and he remained in your doorway. You turned to slam your door shut, but stopped when you saw the massive tent in his pants. 

“Do you think that was funny, Barnes?” You spat the words at him.

“No.” He smirked and licked his lips. “I just think you like it when I talk dirty to you, doll, and that you’re too worked up to admit it.”

“Fuck you.” You reached for his hand, yanking him into your room and slamming the door closed behind you.

“Oh, I hope so.”

A/N: I hope you guys liked this! I apologize for it being so short, I’m just really into writing drabbles rn. I’m going to write another drabble soon ;)

(I’m also definitely going to write a long fic featuring much more detail and lots more dirty talk bc I really like this idea and I want to take time to plan out something much more amazing than this.)

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When Jeremy was in the hospital after the squip, Michael came every day after school the check on him. One day, Michael just completely told unconscious Jeremy all of his feelings for him and how long he’s had a crush on him, all that stuff. Michael forgot Rich was in the room. Then Rich let Michael vent to him, they became friends, and that’s how Michael accidentally came out to Rich. Also, Rich took this time to try and apologize to Michael for being so mean to him and Jeremy. Michael totally forgives him and told him, “nice call on the back packs.” To which Rich said, “ha Gaaaaay,” and Michael said, “you know it dude.” I give me friendship between Rich and Michael, darn it. Also, they make so many gay and bi jokes.

In the Arms of Justice Pt. 16 (Cop!Bucky Drabble Series)

Characters: reader x Detective Barnes, Natasha, Rumlow. 

Summary: Reader is a witness to a crime, tying her to the investigation as well as the police involved. She never would have guessed how that one night would continue to change her life years later.

Warnings: Some anxiety, also blood, murder, weapon and death mentions (none of it graphic), violence against women, gritty police drama tv show kind of feel.

Word Count: 1054

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A/N: I’M BACK, BABY. A thousand apologies that it took so long for me to find my groove and stop being afraid of this fic. heh. I finally tackled it and miraculously, I’m in love with it again! Detective Barnes is back and I’m so excited for what’s ahead. :D Part 17 will be posted Friday, May 19! 

<<<Part 15  Part 16   Part 17>>>  

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Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel


Entering her office once again, Natasha stepped forward.

“Y/N, this is Mr. Kopecky. His aunt and uncle immigrated from the Czech Republic and he would like to keep them here legally.”

The man was facing away from you, reading the degrees and certificates adorning the esteemed lawyer’s office wall.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Kope…”

As he turned your way, you lost all power of speech, ice freezing in your veins. 


You remained frozen in place, eyes transfixed on the man who held a knife at your throat two nights ago and now haunted your dreams. Although, if you had passed him on the street you might not have recognized him. Instead of the bleach-blond hair and a clean shaven face, he now wore a knitted cap over a bald head with a few days’ stubble dotting his chin. Horn-rimmed glasses were perched on his nose and he wore khaki trousers with a long-sleeved black sweater and dress shoes. If it weren’t for the cold eyes fixed on yours and the scar on his left cheek, you could have sworn it wasn’t the same man.

Light bruising was visible under his eyes, you noticed as he took a few steps forward. His nose might not have been broken by your head striking it, but you definitely left your mark. Seeing him approach from across the room, you finally thawed enough to stumble to Natasha’s side.

“H-how did he get in here?” you whispered to her, your eyes never leaving his face.

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j u n g s h o o k

Requested by @august-d-boy

I’m so sorry for being gone for so long!!!! I took a short hiatus bc I was feeling really overwhelmed with life. I’m back now but please note that edits won’t be produced like a machine. It’ll take some time lol. I want to apologize in advance to anyone that has requested for an edit, I’m sorry it’ll take some time! Also, current requests in my inbox will be cleared, slowly but surely.

Requests are open! (PLEASE send me your desired pic so that I can complete more edits efficiently tysm)

Please like/reblog if you used my edits!

Callout for Luci @Lucisev

Luci has previously gone by the urls “terfs”, “makinishiqino”, “butterflymask”, “aetheir”, and most likely several others that I’m forgetting. Luci has had several callouts in the past, however most were over stuff like kin drama, with the last real valid callout being from over a year ago.

To start, I’d like to give a brief run down of my history with Luci. I’ve been mutuals with her since around summer 2015, however I knew nothing about her and only started talking to her in December. We spoke a few times, but didn’t become too close. Around the start of 2016 she left Tumblr and moved to twitter. In April, she came back, and after talking to her for only a few days, we rushed into a relationship. We dated from early April to mid December, with a temporary breakup in the middle of November. After we broke up, we stayed friends until I started dating someone else, just before new years, at which point things started going downhill. On January 14th I had decided it was best for me to cut all contact with Luci, so I did.

Because there’s a lot of stuff to go over, I will be posting screenshots that have several parts to a second blog, @lucicourse, to prevent this from getting overly cluttered. The link to a set of screenshots will be posted where it is relevant.

For reference, I would like to state that I’m referred to by 3 separate names throughout this, being Severa, Nico, and Weiss, as well as the nickname Sevvy. Me and Luci occasionally refer to Nowi as Ruby as well. 

Before we begin I feel that a few disclaimers are in place. To start, There are already several callout posts floating around for Luci. I do not want to be approached about those. Most attack her for petty stuff like kin drama, and I do not want people trying to compare stuff like that to the actual gross shit she’s done. I will not be addressing anything that has already been discussed in those callout posts.

As for the second disclaimer, I would like to note that I didn’t have any desire to stay in a relationship with Luci, or even really be friends with her, from around July onward. Any replies to her messages that I include in this callout are purely me trying to diffuse a situation with her, as admittedly having seen the way she acted towards others, she frightened me, and I also feared she would do serious harm to herself, so I felt obligated to stay with her.

The third disclaimer is that I do not want anyone making any jokes about the stuff Luci says in the sexual harassment section. I’m unsure whether Wander’s victims are alright with jokes about his stuff, because I’ve seen conflicting information. However. I do not want anyone turning the sexual things Luci has said to me into a joke. If I see you doing so, you will be blocked.

The final disclaimer is that, in the spirit of being entirely honest, I will be including the things that might put Nowi and I in a bad light. I want everyone to form a well developed, informed, opinion, and I don’t intend to bias this information.

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paperweight — pcy

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

park chanyeol. reader-insert. 5,2k words. fluff/angst. au

—it couldn’t hold onto those letters forever. Neither could he hold onto her.

this one is for Liv @xiuminsm

Dear Chanyeol, 

I’m not quite sure whether to classify you as dumb or cute. Seriously, Park Chanyeol? You sent a ring along with a letter with the words “will you marry me?”and a doodle of yourself kneeling, I can’t believe you!

Oh, and PS: Yes, I will.

Love, ____.

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Natsume’s book of friends, season 6, ep 3

So, I know these Thoughts about episode 3 of Natsume 6 are late, but  I am just. so proud of how far Natsume has come and so amazed with the show’s character development. Sometimes you forget how much Natsume has grown, because it’s happened so slowly and naturally. But then something will happen that just starkly demonstrates how much more confident and comfortable with himself he’s gotten and episode 3 of this season where he sees Shibata again really really does that. 

The fact that Natsume is able to be so openly annoyed with Shibata and bicker with him and calls him on his bullshit and doesn’t just sit there and take it is HUGE. 

Especially when you contrast it to the last episode where he interacted with him, seasons ago. Shibata said ALL KINDS of shitty things to Natsume he first arrived and Natsume didn’t really defend himself much or act annoyed about it all that much. He was scared of him- scared of him revealing his secret to his friends, scared of being bullied again and he basically slipped back into having very little confidence with himself.

 It never even crossed his mind Shibata should talk to him in a nicer way because being treated that way was still the default for him, he didn’t even feel like he deserved more respect. There was no way he would have gone  “you know what you’re not showing me very much respect and it’s super annoying” to Shibata back then.. He also seemed to genuinely think if his friends interacted with Shibata too long, they’d start treating him like Shibata did when they were kids and everything would revert to how it was when he was a kid. He felt his friendships were that fragile. 

Of course, Shibata apologized at the end of this episode and showed some understanding towards Natsume, which is partly what’s responsible for Natsume feeling less threatened by him and more comfortable with him- he has changed since they were kids and he bullied Natsume.

But I really think a lot of Natsume’s behavior in ep 3 is a testament to how much more confident and comfortable with HIMSELF he’s gotten since that episode. He’s like “yeah Shibata isn’t very nice so. that’s why we don’t really get along”, like he’s explicitly acknowledging that it’s a problem on Shibata’s end that he isn’t nice. Natsume doesn’t assume, like in the past, that it’s his fault for being weird and that people will be “not nice” to him by default, because he’s now had enough friends and loved ones care for him to know that this is NOT TRUE and people SHOULD and CAN be nice to him. 

And for him to be like “Shibata I can’t see you I’m hanging out with a friend” “Haha YOU have friends?” “yeah i sure do also screw you and do you want me to hang up” “no waitwaitwait” like can you imagine Natsume having standing up for himself like that in early seasons? He would have agreed with Shibata that it was weird he had friends. instead he’s like “YEP SURE DO AND FUCK YOU FOR ACTING SURPRISED”.

He was also comfortable enough to take Tanuma to see Shibata. He wasn’t worried that Tanuma would have a magic “oh wait I should really be being a lot meaner to Natsume like this guy is” epiphany when he interacted with Shibata he trusts Tanuma enough at this point to know he’s better than that.  In fact, he’s worried about Shibata annoying Tanuma and is alll “HEY TANUMA i’M SO SORRY WE HAVE TO MEET WITH HIM HE’S PRETTY TACTLESS IF HE ANNOYS YOU EVEN A LITTLE BIT TELL ME AND WE’LL LEAVE IMMEDIATELY OKAY SERIOUSLY JUST TELL ME”. And there’s still a little insecurity in that- he’s nervous and overly solicitous there and worried about making Tanuma will be mad at him for having such an obnoxious friend, which is ridiculous considering how chill Tanuma is- so that shows Natsume is still not COMPLETELY confident in his relationships and has a lot of the anxiety and over-attentiveness still, he’s not magically over all the effects of his abuse. 

(And how friggin’ adorable was it when Shibata was like “you look like a beanpole” to both of them and both Tanuma and Natsume immediately yelled at him on the other one’s behalf”).

And then overall he was just basically able to comfortably bicker with Shibata, demand Shibata tell him what was going and even tease him and call him a scaredy-cat, which is wow, SUCH a big step to see Natsume confident enough to comfortably do things like that.

Speaking on Tanuma, it also shows how much Natsume has grown that he basically told Tanuma immediately what was going on and took relatively less convincing this time when Tanuma wanted to help. He’s still obviously pretty nervous about burdening people. but he’s come a long way.

And this show is so good about characters actually comminicating openly and honestly- that moment where Natsume apologized to Tanuma for asking for his help and Tanuma being like “I actually really prefer knowing what you’re dealing with to being kept in the dark because that makes me worry about you way more. I actually wish you’d let me help you more, but I know that freaks you out and sends you into a guilt spiral when I push it to hard. It makes me happy you’re trusting me and even relying on me even a little bit.” LIKE WOW. A PLUS COMMUNICATION, A PLUS FRIENDING. 

Basically this show has an end-goal of showing how much better it is when people communcate and are open with their feelings, but also acknowledges that it takes real work to get to that point, especially when you’re dealing with characters who are dealing with a lot of trauma like Natsume is. But Tanuma and Natsume and the rest of his friends DO put in the work and it’s beautiful to see how that is resulting in really healthy, honest relationships where they truly consider and understand each other’s feelings and that these relationships grow and get stronger with each passing episode.

I also have to praise the development on Shibata’s part too. I was very grumpy with him his debut episode for how he treated Natsume. (not because he didn’t feel like a realistic character or that his growth wasn’t good even in that episode, just. he spent most of it being a fuck so). He did apologize, but he didn’t seem to fully grasp exactly how much hell he put Natsume through. In this episode, though, he had a lot of growth. he fully gets all the scary shit Natsume has to deal with and is horrified and genuinely does his best to help and take responsibility for his part in it and lets Natsume know “hey I know I was shitty to you and I still am a little bit shitty but I really like seeing you and don’t want to hurt you”. LIKE YES EXACTLY THANK YOU. LET’S ALL JOIN THE “PROTECT NATSUME” SQUAD. It’s honestly one of the better “reformed bully” sidestories I’ve seen.

(And Natsume realizing that he gets what Tanuma’s talking about because it also makes him happy that Shibata reached out to him and relied on him!)



Whitewashing is not okay.
There are so many tutorials here on Tumblr for helping with drawing darker skin. If you look at the actor, who has dark skin, and make their skin so light that they aren’t recognizable, you need to change something.

Romanticizing a mental illness is not okay.
If someone had a mental illness that caused them lain when they were alive, that caused them to be “crazy” (for lack of a better word), you can not make an ‘AU’ where that person is a 'p*ycho murderer’. Just because someone suffers from psychosis does NOT make them a murderer.

Being transphobic and homophobic is, guess what? NOT OKAY.
There is nothing wrong with hetero ships. But, if you take a ship with two members of the same sex and make it to where one is female and one is male (without including other identities), you need to change something.

This specific person needs to give a proper apology.

Also, their followers say that people that are shedding light onto this person’s wrongdoings are being hateful (while simultaneously sending hate to the people trying to point out wrong behavior). I will say it here: I do NOT hate AB. I personally love their art and their style. However, this behavior and the AU needed to be called out.

TL;DR: Don’t be a piece of shit.

One last thing: Thank you to @johnlaurensprotectionsquad @lauwurens @exadorlion and @ everyone else who I cannot think of rn for bringing this up!!! This has bothered me for so long. I’m glad someone stood up and pointed it out.


Word Count: 4519

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, Violence, Mentions of suicide (Not major character), Deaths

A/N: Written for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog ‘s trope challenge. My trope was pretend marriage. This is also my first long fic in…awhile. So I apologize for the horribleness of it in advance. 

Thanks to @nichelle-my-belle for being my awesome beta and extra extra special thanks to @chaos-and-the-calm67 for helping me come up with a plot. There would literally be no fic without her. 

You pulled up in the scrapyard next to the black Impala and threw your black ‘65 Challenger in park. You were half hoping that Sam would have come alone to work this case, but no such luck. If that car was here Sam definitely wasn’t alone. You’d have to deal with him. “Thanks for comin’ so quick, kid.” Bobby opened your door and pulled you out and into a hug.

“Anything for you, old man. You know that.” You giggled, breaking the hug and letting Bobby lead you to the door. “So I take it Dean’s here?”

“Yeah…we need to talk about that.” Bobby hesitated, opening the door and letting you in. As soon as you saw Sam propped up on the couch with his leg in a cast you spun around.

“No. No fucking way, Bobby!”


“No! The deal was I’m supposed to be fake married to Sam and he clearly is in no condition to work this case and I know what you’re about to say! Can’t we find someone else?”

“Come on, Y/N, I’m not that bad.” Dean rounded the corner, staring at you with that stupid smirk on his face. “Besides, it’s not like I really wanna be fake married to you either. Living in a house with you for as long as this case takes?”

“Excuse me?” Your voice increased in pitch as you whipped around to glare at Dean.

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Now I really want to see Loki interact with Wanda, mainly being completely unimpressed by her.

*Assuming Loki ends up fighting alongside the Avengers in Infinity War*

Loki: *motioning to Wanda* Why is this one here?

Bruce: *quietly in the background* That’s what I keep asking!

Tony: *pats Bruce on the shoulder* Welcome to my world.

Loki: *to Thor* Didn’t you tell me she was fighting alongside Ultron? And working with that one bad organization? What’s it called…?

Bucky: HYDRA?

Loki: Yeah that’s it!

Tony: Well our amazing leader thought it be a great idea to add her to the team.

Bucky: But she worked with Hydra?!

Bruce: Willingly.


Tony: *pats Bucky on the shoulder* Our dear friend Steve decided that her past actions could be overlooked.

Bucky: *to Steve* Are you serious?!

Steve: She’s not like that anymore! She’s good now like you Bucky-

Bucky: Like me?! She willingly joined Hydra, I didn’t!

Loki: Comparing your best friend to the witch? I expected better from you dear Captain.

Thor: Captain Rogers, you enlisted this woman onto our team even after what’s she done to us, to Dr. Banner?

Fury (because why the fuck not?): And her hand in creating Ultron?

Bucky: Dear God what did she do?

Bruce: Messed with all our heads causing me to lose control and Hulk out on a city full of innocent people, and triggering Tony’s PTSD which prompted him to take the scepter which eventually led to Ultron.

Tony: *to Bucky* And I’m sure you know from experience that having someone mess with your head is anything but fun.

Bucky: I can’t believe I’m hearing this.

Loki: Neither do I. I mean I’ve done some terrible things but I’ve lived long enough to understand accountability.

Thor: Loki is right. Why hasn’t she faced the consequences of her actions?

Steve: She’s just a kid!

Tony: Oh for god’s sake she’s 26 Rogers!

Bucky: Stevie I can’t believe this. *Leaves the room*

Steve: Bucky wait! *chases after him*

Bruce: *to Tony* I’m so sorry I left you to deal with this.

Tony: *sighs* It’s okay Brucie Bear, I wouldn’t want to be around her after everything either. Who can blame you for taking off?

Thor: Anthony I must also apologize for leaving so abruptly. I didn’t think the Captain would make such poor decisions.

Loki: Wow this is like one of those badly written television shows you Midgardians enjoy.  

Fathoms Below - Part 2 (Mermaids/Pirates AU with Jason Todd)

Part 1

Tagging: @kamuithedragonlord, @blight-incarnate, @avengerdragoness, @birbs-and-the-bat, @just-a-girl-maybe, @axa-vega, @dead-lee-15, @4evahevah, @reddhoodie, @natasha-baggins, @princessnightwing, @just-another-fandomite, @queen-of-all-the-fandoms, @welcometothecity, @fandomdiver, @left-boob-chris, @miraisnotavailable, @robin-writes, @wtfisachoncexx, @fandoms-allovertheplace, @catsandtats1, @shortycraft13, @illeatyoursoulwithmustard, @onmyknees4steve, @cityofdespair9, @jadedhillon, @deltablue202

A/N: I don’t feel incredibly pleased with this part so apologies if it is a bit off. Also, that is a long af tag list lol

Jason was pissed. Well, more than pissed if he was being honest. He had just gotten into another fight with Bruce and it felt as if they were speaking different languages. He just didn’t understand how Bruce could insist he stay in one spot when there was an entire world to explore. The ocean is a gigantic place with myriads of ruins and underwater cities, but Bruce wanted to stay put? Jason needed to wander, he needed to know what adventures and treasures were out there for him to explore. He was aware of the dangers. Not all merfolk are kind, but he knew, if he was given the chance, he could make the ocean safer for all.

Jason swam through a shipwreck. From the noises he sometimes heard coming from the surface, he knew humans must be just as treacherous as his kind was. He sometimes wondered what humans were like and if they felt the same need to adventure that he did. He laughed at the thought. Surely they did, why else would they create these monstrosities to carry them across the water?

Jason reclined on the bow of the sunken ship and looked up. At the depth he was, there wasn’t a lot of light, but that didn’t stop him from watching the world above him glow. He squinted as a dark object came into view. It didn’t move like any sea creature he had seen before and it was sinking pretty quickly. He swam up to it and quickened his pace when he saw what it was.

A young woman, bound in ropes with a rag stuffed in her mouth and she looked to be fading fast. She had been struggling pretty hard when Jason first saw her, but her movements slowed as he grew close. He saw her eyes begin to close as he reached her. As he wrapped his arms around her, he knew he wouldn’t be able to get her back to the surface in time. He cursed as she went limp in his arms.

He removed the fabric from her mouth and cradled her head in his palms. He hesitated as he looked at her unconscious face. Could he really do this? He wondered. What would Bruce say?

His features hardened at the thought. Bruce would let her drown.

“Fuck it.” Jason said before pressing his mouth to hers. He knew the moment she regained consciousness. One of her hands slipped into his hair as she kissed him back, before she realized her situation. She pulled back and gasped for air. He allowed her some space, but didn’t let go. He watched as she took in her surroundings, her eyes growing wide.

“What the hell?” She said as she began to struggle against him.

“Calm down. You are safe now.” Jason said as he held her.

Y/N continued to struggle against his grip. “I’m not going to hurt you, but I need you to stop squirming.” He said gently. Y/N stopped squirming and looked at him. Her eyes took in his dark hair and bright blue eyes. She blushed a little bit as her eyes scanned his torso. Her eyes widened as she took in his scales and tail.

“What are you?” She whispered in shock. She had heard tales of half human creatures that lived in the deep, but she had thought them just stories old sailors tell to pass the time.

“I’m Jason.” He answered, ignoring her use of “what” instead of “who”. He swam back towards the wrecked ship. He set her down on the algae covered boards and removed the ropes from her arms and legs. “Are you okay?”

Y/N rubbed her wrists and thought back to the betrayal of her crew and her almost death. She looked back at the man, well merman, in front of her and noted the genuine concern in his eyes. “I’ll be fine.” She insisted quietly.

“What the actual fuck.” Jason heard a familiar voice say. He cursed and turned around.

“Dick, let me explain.” Jason said quickly. He moved in between Y/N and Dick, creating a protective barrier between the girl he had saved and his angry brother.

“Don’t bother. You can explain it to Bruce because that is where we are going.” Dick said as he grabbed his brother’s arm. Jason sighed and wrapped an arm around Y/N’s waist.

She clung to him as they made their way to the underwater cave that Jason and Dick called home. When they entered, several other merpeople of various ages and colorings turned and stared at her. Y/N cringed and held tighter to Jason. “Don’t worry, most of them don’t bite.” He whispered over his shoulder. He smirked when Y/N poked the back of his head.

“What do we have here?” A tall merman with dark hair asked. Dick and Jason swam up to him.

“Jason kissed a human.” Dick said, pointing to Y/N. The other merfolk in the room gathered around to watch the encounter unfold. Y/N looked from face to face. Most of them were young, around her age if she had to guess, one of them was small, but his eyes were sharp and calculating. As she studied their faces, familiarizing herself with the group surrounding her, she knew that they were scrutinizing her as well.

“I can see that much, Dick.” Bruce said as he turned to Jason. “What I would like to now is why?”

“She was drowning, Bruce. I knew that if I started swimming to the surface, she would be dead by the time I got her above the water. I was planning on taking her up, but she woke up.” Jason answered truthfully. Bruce nodded before turning to look at Y/N. She shrunk back from his scrutiny and his eyes softened.

“I understand. I am not happy about it, but I understand.” Bruce said with a sigh. “That being said, she cannot stay here, but we also cannot let her leave.”

Good night, Andrews: Archie Andrews

request: HI! Can you write an imagine where Jughead, Archie, Betty and Y/N were the original four before and Jug and her really like each other but Y/N had to move away. Then she comes back while the Jason Blossom mystery (she knows, even about Grundy and V). And when Jug sees her at school, it hits him that she’s back but he’s dating Betty and it saddens her. But she gets close with Archie again and fall for each other and dates and it makes Jug jealous. The ending’s all yours. Sorry if it’s long :)

requested by: anonymous

A/N: I’M BACK!! I changed a little bit of this request, but I still think it is good. Also, I AM SO SORRY THAT IT TOOK FOREVER!! I feel so bad that this took so long. Thank you for being patient. I made it long to apologize. xx, aubree

warnings: none that I can think of.

word count: 1,557

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Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

Y/N was finally back in her hometown, Riverdale. She moved away about three years ago for her dad’s job and missed her friends deeply. Before she had moved, she would hang out at Pop’s diner with her three best friend’s Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, and Jughead Jones. They all kept in contact after Y/N left and they told her all about what was happening in Riverdale. They told her about Jason Blossom and how everyone thought he drowned until his body washed to shore with a gunshot wound to the head. They even told her about Archie’s affair with the music teacher, and of their newest friend Veronica Lodge. 

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Request (Yes): Request for batsis getting in a fight with the batfam and her going off the radar ( lots of angst please!) thank you!

A/N: Sorry it took so long. Also, i don’t put “Read More” because on mobile sometimes it cuts off and i don’t want that to disturb anyone. Apologies! I changed the request a teeny bit.

Warnings: A N G S T, Blood, Gunshots, Death, Accidents

Tagging: @femdamian @protegoparacosm @queen-of-all-the-fandoms 

Message me if you would like to be tagged.

You were 12 when you were picked up by your (now) father, Bruce Wayne.
Your parents had died in a fire and you were left alone, no family or friends in the cold city known as Gotham. You were being harassed by two men on the streets and just before he started to jump from the ledge he stood on, you beat the thugs unconscious. He quickly swooped down after you dropped the block of wood you used to knock the second unconscious. His slim, 6'2 body stood tall and dark against your petite child form.

He’d asked you where your parents were and you hesitantly told him they died. He told you about a friend he knew and drove you to the manor. Soon after, you discovered he was said friend.

You begged him to train you for two weeks before he gave up and you became the first Batgirl.
You weren’t the only kid in the house anymore. Now you had a full family.
You were everyone’s precious sister. Even Damian respected you.

You were currently on patrol with Damian, keeping an eye on the streets. It was a quiet night, until a young man got attacked by three shaggy looking men.

Just as you were finishing up, the second man with yellowed teeth and greasy brown hair lifted his gun and shot Damian. You stared in shock before tazing the man and he joined his friends in unconsciousness.

You covered at  the red hole in Damian’s chest, desperately trying to stop blood flow. You called for immediate help, hoping someone would respond.

You sat in Damian’s hospital room, looking mournful as you looked down at your little brother. It was all your fault. You could’ve made sure they were actually unconscious, or even unarmed them. You were reckless.

You continued beating yourself up until your thoughts were interrupted by footsteps and the dragging of a chair. You didn’t need to look up to know it was Dick.

It was silent for a few moments before he broke it, “It’s your fault.”

You didn’t look up, only kept staring sadly down at Damian. “I know.”
“How could you be so careless?” Dick whispered, a mixture of grief and anger coating his voice.

Your heart was struck with a pang of sadness. “I know,“ You growled, a rough tone to your voice. "Dammit, Y/N,” Dick rose his voice. “I KNOW,” You shouted. “I KNOW I’M A FUCK UP, I know.” Your voice got quieter toward the end.

“How? Why? WHY WEREN’T YOU PAYING ATTENTION?” His voice rose even higher.

“DO YOU THINK I WANTED THIS TO HAPPEN?” You yelled back. You knew it was just a matter of time before a nurse came and escorted you both out.

“I KNEW YOU SHOULD’VE STOPPED. YOU WERE GETTING RUSTY. THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” He pointed at Damian but didn’t look. He was unable to.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered. Dick’s chest heaved from the volume he yelled from. “You shouldn’t have done even become apart of this. Get out.” His voice had a calmer, sharper tone and your eyes filled with tears even more. You looked at Damian once more before running out.

Your chest felt like it was on fire. You gasped and wheezed as you clutched at your chest.

You started your car, wanting to go home and pack. You couldn’t face anyone after what happened.

You’d made it halfway home before a car swerved, avoiding a cat but crashing straight into you. Your car tumbled down a ditch and the other car drove away quickly. Your fuzzy had already been blurry from tears but now you were dizzy.
You moved your arm slowly and touched your head. You looked at the red substance pouring from it and your arm fell, feeling too heavy to hold up. You reached for your phone, pushing emergency dial. 

Back at the hospital, Dick felt guilty yet still angry. He hadn’t meant to say those things, his suffering and grief spilled out of him. What if he’d been there? He didn’t really blame you. It was Damian’s fault just as much as yours, but it was easier to blame the person who walked away rather than the one who didn’t.
His phone rang beside him and he looked over, seeing your name flashing across the screen. He felt it best to ignore the call, unaware of how much he would regret it.

You let out a shaky breath when his voicemail rang through the air and dropped the phone. Your body felt cold and heavy. You tried to breathe but your ribs hurt too much. Your eyes filled with tears as you looked at the sky before shutting them one final time.



Request: Can u do a salvatore brothers + child!salvatore!reader where she is their descendent? Her dad just commit murder-suicide but she got saved at last minute. Child service listed the brothers as her only relative. Damon reluctantly took her in, being pressured by stefan who doesnt want her to end up in foster care. Idk whatever happen next is up to you. Thanks in advance.  A/N: srry it took so long im rlly bad at getting imagines done quick. also Y/l/n = your last name. 

A/N: i suck ass i know. im sorry i havent posted in forever but dont worry, ive done a lot of writing over the past few days and i should be stocked up for the next few weeks. also, i know my transitions are shitty so i apologize for that but i am working on improving. love ya

Stefan’s POV:

“Come on Damon, you know that you don’t want this poor kid to go into foster care,” I exclaimed. “I don’t give a damn about that kid Stefan and you know it!” I let out a sigh, tired of fighting with Damon over this. “Damon she’s family, we have to take care of her,” I persuaded. “For all we know she could end up like her father and try to murder us,” Damon shot back. “Damon! Just because she came from a bad family doesn’t mean that she’s bad too, you of all people should know that. And I’m going to the Child Services Building and picking up Y/n whether you like it or not.“

Y/n’s POV:

“I’m sorry to say this Miss Y/l/n, but if Stefan and Damon Salvatore do not want to take you in you will have to be put in the foster care system,” the social worker told me. I felt my heart skip a beat in my chest, instantly speeding up rapidly. “W-what,” I whispered hoarsely, “I mean, do I really have no other living relatives?” “Yes, there are no other living relatives we know of,” she stated, exasperated. I nodded my head, my hands suddenly shaking. ‘Oh god, what if they don’t like me? Or worse, what if they hate me? Oh no, they’re going to hate me and I’m going to be stuck living with strangers who do drugs and don’t care about me at all-” My thoughts were interrupted by the front door of the Child Services Building opening. I saw two men, one with light brown hair and blue-green eyes and the other with raven hair and bright blue eyes. ‘What if that’s them?’ The social worker looked up and waved when she saw them. “Mr. and Mr. Salvatore,” she asked. “Yes,” the brown haired man answered. My heart started beating even faster, if that was even physically possible. As soon as this happened the raven haired man looked at me, his eyes narrowing as if he were annoyed by me already. “My name is Stefan, and this is my brother Damon. You must be Y/n,” the brown haired man I now know as Stefan introduced. “Uh, yeah I’m Y/n,” I confirmed. “Right, so we’re here to discuss the matter of you legally adopting and being the legal guardians of Y/n,” the social worker told Stefan and Damon. “Yes, yes, let’s get to it then,” Stefan replied. The social worker proceeded to ask them questions that would determine whether or not they were fit to be my legal guardians or not. After a brutal hour she finally found them fit to be my guardians. 

“Can we take Y/n home now,” Stefan asked. “Of course go ahead,” the social worker told him excitedly.  “Where are the rest of your bags,” Damon asked irritably. “This is all I have,” I told him quietly. “That tiny bag is everything you have,” Stefan asked, concerned. “Well yeah, I didn’t have much to begin with and a lot of my stuff the cops took for evidence,” I explained. “Well we’ll have to buy you some stuff then, right Damon,” Stefan said. “Yup,” Damon answered emotionless, popping the ‘p’. “You really don’t have to do that,” I protested. “No, We don’t mind,” Stefan replied. I decided to keep my mouth shut and then we continued to walk to the car in silence. 

 “This is our car up here,” Stefan said, pointing to a car in front of us. I looked up from the ground and saw an old red car and was instantly mesmerized by it. “She’s beautiful,” I muttered, practically gaping. Stefan smirked. “Yeah, she is isn’t she?” I got in the backseat of the car and leaned my head against the window. “So Y/n, are you excited to go to your new school next week,” Stefan asked, attempting to make small talk. I felt my heart rate pick up for at least the millionth time today. “I-I guess. I mean, at least I might finally make some friends,” I whispered. My eyes widened a little as I realized I just made myself seem like a weird loner girl in front of my new family. “You mean you didn’t have any friends at your other school? Makes sense,” Damon said. I felt my face drop and I looked down. “Damon!” Stefan hit the back of his head making me smile. “It’s fine. It does make sense that the daughter of a serial killer wouldn’t have good social skills,” I piped up, hoping that if I defended Damon he would hate me less. “You don’t have to defend him Y/n, he’s just being a jerk,” Stefan told me. “No, it’s fine. I really don’t care,” I replied. “You can’t just not care,” Stefan said. I shrugged my shoulders and looked out the window. While staring at the trees passing by I felt my eyes begin to droop. I leaned my head against the window and let myself asleep.

I woke up gasping for air. I looked around me, making sure I was safe. “Woah, Y/n are you okay,” I heard Stefan ask. I looked up at him and nodded my head. “I just had a bad dream,” I explained quietly. I saw both Damon and Stefan’s faces soften. I looked down, ashamed that they had witnessed me in such a weak state. “If it makes you feel any better, I have nightmares too,” Damon told me. I looked up at him in surprise. “Really?” “Really.” “Do you want to talk about it,” Stefan asked me gently. I shook my head quickly. “I’m fine,” I assured them. I saw Stefan give Damon a look of worry before looking back at the road. 

We got to their house, which might I mention was huge, in two hours. “Woah,” I whispered when I got out of the car. Stefan chuckled and opened the trunk, reaching for my bags. “It’s okay Stefan, I can get my bags,” I told him jogging over to get my bags. “It’s no problem, I need to show you where your room is anyway,” he replied. “Are you sure,” I asked. “Yes I am Y/n.” “Sweet Jesus, stop being so polite and one of you hold the damn bag,” Damon exclaimed. I flinched at the volume of his voice, instinctively stepping back. His eyes snapped towards me and he looked horrified. “Why did you- Did I scare you,” he asked me quietly. I shakily nodded my head yes. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “It’s okay,” I whispered back, “it’s just that my dad used to yell a lot and it still freaks me out a little.” He looked even guiltier and I put my hand on his shoulder, silently assuring him that I was okay. Suddenly Damon pulled me into his chest. “Y/n I swear to god I will protect you from everything that comes your way, I promise you,” he told me. I felt Stefan join the hug too. “I’ll protect you too Y/n, I will do whatever it takes to make you feel safe.” I can tell I’m really going to like it here with my new family.