also this post serves as a reminder that mother's day is coming up

so because @bechnaesun​ practically coerced me into exchanging future evak headcanons with her, we present to you everything we screamed about for over two hours. 

even and isak get married. and their life goes a little like this:

  • isak and even adopt twins because they would feel like they should adopt siblings so they never, ever felt alone, even when they inevitably start feeling like maybe if they’re not related by blood they’re not the same, but they’d have each other, always.
  • isak would read so many parenting guides!! and google searches!! one times he just goes on a three hour wild ride of reading parenting blogs online, and afterwards, when even comes to bed, isak is sniffly and whispers, “what if we fuck up their lives forever? what if they end up hating us, and never calling–”
  • and even just presses a kiss to the top of isak’s head and says, “they would never, because they’d have you as a parent, and your love is one of the most powerful things in the world.”
  • isak isn’t totally calm after that, but it helps, a bit, but he also thinks that even may be a little biased. a tiny impressionable toddler is a lot different from your husband, because even’s already seen him at his worst, and has promised to stick with him through the good times and the bad. and besides, he never saw even in his angsty teenage phase, and just think about it they’re going to have to put up with all of that! how are we going to deal with puberty! what if they start dating!
  • even: then we just tell them about how we fell in love.
  • isak: baby, you asked me to smoke weed with you
  • even: it’s okay i figure we have at least a couple of years to develop a clean version of that story
  • so the point is, even with all of even’s attempts to placate isak’s worries, he still insists even follows the parenting guides to a tee, just in case they really fuck up at one point
  • even agrees, but mostly because if they do fuck up, then he’d have something to blame it on

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7 Thoughts about Power Rangers

On August 28, 1993, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers premiered on Fox Kids. I was eight years old and whether or not I was the intended demographic for the show, I was instantly hooked. It all started with five teenagers with attitudes summoned by Zordon to defend the world against evil forces led by intergalactic baddie Rita Repulsa. Jason Lee Scott (Austin St. John), Kimberly Ann Hart (Amy Jo Johnson), William “Billy” Cranston (David Yost), Trini Kwan (Thuy Trang) and Zack Taylor (Walter Jones) called on the power of the ancient dinosaurs and became a team of superheroes called the Power Rangers and the world was never the same.

Nearly twenty-five years later, those of us who became acquainted with the Power Rangers discovered there would be a reboot of the franchise in the form of a gritty re-imagining of the original team. While initially thrilled about the idea of seeing my childhood superheroes on the big screen, a part of me wondered just how loyal this new film would be to the original source material. Mighty Morphin Power Rangers was a totally kick-ass TV show but even the most die-hard fan has to admit there were some problematic elements in regards to the original series, many I will address later on in this recap.

On March 31, 2017 a couple of friends and I went to our local theater and saw the new film, Power Rangers. One of my friends admitted he was not even born when the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers first debuted and my other friend announced he would have been too old to watch such a show despite only being four/five older years than me. I expected them both to hate it and even braced myself for disappointment of epic proportions. The three of us exited the theater two and a half hours later each raving about how amazing the film was. Below, I will list seven thoughts I have in regards to the film. For those who have not seen the Power Rangers, there will be spoilers in this post. You have been warned…

  1. In the original series, Zack, Trini, Billy, Kimberly and Jason all knew each other and were the best of friends before becoming the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. In the latest film, our heroes know of each other before discovering Zordon (voiced by Bryan Cranston) but they are certainly not friends. Jason (Dacre Montgomery) is a football star before he winds up in detention (and with an ankle bracelet) after a brush with the law. It is in detention where he meets Billy (RJ Cyler) and Kimberly (Naomi Scott). Trini (Becky G) is a recent transplant in Angel Grove and Zack (Ludi Lin) is a loner who rarely attends class. Instead of Jason being the rallying force behind the five teens coming together, it’s actually Billy who is responsible for the event that eventually leads them to each other…and the power coins.
  2. These ain’t your older brother and sister’s Power Rangers. Our heroes have been re-imagined as more of a modern day Breakfast Club. Jason is a star athlete who loses everything after a prank gone awry. Jason is prone to fits of anger which often-times leaves him incapable of leading the team. However, underneath all of the muscle and bravado there’s a good guy there will a strong moral core who feels the weight of fear, a fear of disappointing those he cares about, most importantly his father (David Denman). Our dear Kimberly, like Jason, used to be one of the popular kids until a sexting scandal rendered her an outcast at Angel Grove High. Billy is a bullied autistic teen who spends a lot of time at the rock quarry because it reminds him of his dad. Trini, the new girl, wrestles with the fact she is not normal like her parents and her two brothers. Zack is trying to deal with the fact that his mother is sick and could possibly die. Instead of our rangers having that established relationship with each other, we get to see them get to know one another before tapping into the power that will ultimately transform them into the Power Rangers.
  3. One of the things my friends and I would joke about in regards to the TV show was how Jason, Trini, Billy, Zack and Kimberly always were together wearing clothing the same color as their respective ranger identities. Anyone with eyes and a shred of common sense in Angel Grove could have put two and two together and figured out these five were the Power Rangers. The movies pays homage to this concept by having each of the rangers wear a pop of color corresponding to their ranger’s color. It’s both effective and subtle.
  4. Morphing is like totally hard, you know? The five of them discover the hidden power coins in the rock quarry and develop superhuman abilities almost immediately. Summoning the armor they will ultimately don in their battle against Rita Repulsa and Goldar takes a lot of time and even after a lengthy training montage (WE NEED A MONTAGE!!!!) our teenagers with attitudes are still not successful in becoming the rangers. I actually like this idea of them not being able to become rangers right away because it forces our characters to learn one another. A team is only effective when it accesses the strengths and weaknesses of it’s individual members. It is only after they are able to truly bond with each other they are able to tap into the power that morphs them into Power Rangers.
  5. Rita Repulsa is freaking terrifying. So yeah, the original Rita Repulsa was a total bad-ass but I never really found her particularly scary. The film’s version of Rita Repulsa (Elizabeth Banks) is wicked and not above murdering any and everyone who gets in her way. Rita even goes as far as to kill one of the rangers. No joke. Another added detail I quite enjoyed about the character was how she was the original Green Ranger who served alongside Zordon, the original Red Ranger. This also makes me wonder, when they debut the Green Ranger in the sequel (of course there will be a sequel) will it be Tommy Oliver…or Tommie Oliver?
  6. The Zords were awesome. I enjoyed the sleek look of the design and their free range of movements. In the TV show, most of the Zords were reminiscent of actual tanks and were big and blocky and a bit cumbersome. One of my favorite moments in the film was the creation of the Megazord and how each Power Ranger controlled a particular part of the machine, i.e. the legs, arms, etc. It really took some coordination between all five rangers in order for them to control Megazord.
  7. The last thing I want to address in regard to the Power Rangers film is how cool it was to see a black nerd character on the big screen. Growing up, I always resonated with the character of Billy because my favorite color was blue and Billy was very intelligent and he wore glasses. Billy was this nerd character who was accepted by those we would call popular. As the resident science geek, Billy also plays a vital role to the team. Another thing I thought was pretty cool was Billy being autistic in the film. I was talking to a coworker of mine yesterday and we were talking about the importance of having visibility in regards to autism in TV and film. Her son is autistic and how coll is it he has someone like him on the big screen as a superhero. Another thing I would also like to point out is the importance of having a LGBT character in the film. Trini is not only the new girl but she also likes girls and because of her sexuality she feels somewhat detached from her family. I also detected a bit of something brewing between Trini and Kimberly. Then again maybe it was all in my head. However, I was so glad they did not play out any kind of romance between any of the rangers in this film. I know there were talks about Kimberly and Jason possibly being romantically-involved in the film which would be a great departure from canon but first and foremost Power Rangers has always been the story of a group of friends coming together to save the world. I would be interested to see if future films do further address Trini’s sexuality because how great would it be to see a young woman fully embracing her sexuality and being a total bad-ass in the process. I know there will be a part of the fandom who will wonder why there needed to be an autistic ranger or a lesbian ranger. Some will even ask, why did they have to make Billy black? These are the same people who flip out whenever there is a character introduced on Sesame Street who has two dads or two moms or a parent that’s incarcerated. Representation is so important because in order to eradicate homophobia and racism and bigotry in our society, we have to acknowledge these people exist! So thank you Power Rangers for going there.

I am thirty-two years old and I have never felt more like that eight year old sitting on the floor of my living room watching Mighty Morphin Power Rangers than I did last night sitting in that movie theater. I recommend Power Rangers to all of you who share the same memories as I do in regards to the TV show. Even if you were never a fan of the show, the story is amazing, the acting was great and it was packed with action. My friends and I definitely had a great time and this is a film I would definitely consider seeing again in theaters and also purchasing once it comes out on DVD. If you have any thoughts or comments in regards to my thoughts, fill free to comment. GO-GO-POWER RANGERS!

Part-time job (Woozi scenario)

A/N: This is my first time writing. Like ever. So if you like it, please let me know!

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Woozi/ Reader

You had been working there for a more than six months and everyone knew you loved your job. You were always telling your friends funny stories about ‘your children’ and they would always tease you because whenever you entered a store you would automatically start looking for things the boys needed or would like.

There was always that friend who would drop a “There’s no way you’re not attracted to at least one of them” but you would only gasp and fake being offended while replying “I am their mother

Part of being a mother was sneaking food into their dorms because you knew they worked hard all day so you wanted to be sure they ate enough. The first time you showed up late at night with tons of pizza, Vernon would look around trying to find a hidden camera because, you know, ONE FINE DAY happened but they eventually learned to trust you and were secretly waiting for you at least once a week. At first you would just make sure they received the food and then leave before you all got in trouble but after you bought some chicken and coke for them they insisted on you coming in to eat with them. After a few months they wouldn’t even care about the food, they just wanted to see you because they actually had a good time whenever you were around. You would talk about everything, tease each other and there were a couple of times when you comforted a couple of them who were too stressed. You would try to leave early though, because you knew they had to wake up early the next morning.

Whenever they saw you working during the day they would just bow politely and focus on their job, pretending there was nothing else going on between you. No one would ever think that after everyone went home, you would wait for S.coups’ text telling you it was safe to visit them.

You loved taking care of them and would always treat them like children because you were the oldest one, to what they would roll their eyes and remind you that you were older for just a few years. You knew they weren’t really that young they were all babies for you.

… Except for one. There was that one member that made you stop in the middle of a sentence and forget what you were going to say because you got lost in the way he licked his lips. You couldn’t help but focus on him whenever you were with the boys and the fact that he seemed to be staring at your lips with lidded eyes all the time didn’t help. You were trying to tell yourself that you were imagining things because there was no way a ‘kid’ would be lusting after you and, even if he did, he was probably just confused because you were the only female he spent time with so you should back off to avoid taking advantage of him. You tried to focus on whatever the manager was telling you while the boys were practicing the new choreography but you couldn’t help to open your mouth in shock and drop your cup of coffee when you saw them, particularly him, thrusting their hips rather aggressively. Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at you and all you could do was mumble an apology and start cleaning the mess you had made.

Hey, (Y/N)… it’s ok, leave it” said one of your coworkers while trying to pick up the broken cup for you while the manager lightly touched your forehead and asked you if you were feeling alright. You had to tell them you were fine at least 5 times before they stopped insisting on sending you home however you accepted to take a short break.

You practically run to the bathroom and unlocked your phone trying to find your best friend’s number.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck-“you muttered while you waited for him to pick up “Hello? Are you busy?

“Nah, this class is not very interesting- What? I’m on the phone, you shut up!… So, what’s up, princess?” He asked using that laidback voice that made you love being his friend.

“I like him. Fuck. I like him, I like him so much-“ you said sliding down the wall.

“Of course you do. I like you too” he replied.

No, not you idiot. I’m talking about Woozi!” You yelled running your hands through your hair

“Oh. Oh shit, you want to fuck your job!- What?! Ok fine, I’m leaving, you happy now?” you heard him say to someone (probably one of his classmates)

“I didn’t say anything about fucking him!” you said lowering your voice, suddenly remembering where you were.

“But you would like to, huh?” he asked.

I…yes.” You admitted with a sigh “But I can’t. He’s so young…”

He’s hot, princess. Just do it

“… Oh my god. Why are we even friends?

“I know. I’m too cool to hang out with someone like you” he said making you laugh “Am I still your prince?” you could hear him pouting.

“Of course. I’m the only one who would marry your ass when you’re still single at the age of 40” you said while the two of you laughed and you got ready to get back to work now that you were feeling better. Little did you know that someone had heard everything.


You hadn’t had enough time to visit the boys for a couple of weeks but when you showed up you gave them enough food to feed an army. Mingyu, S.coups and you were serving the food while some of the members were still taking a shower or cleaning when you noticed there was one plate missing.

“Who is not eating?” You asked suddenly getting worried as you thought that maybe one of them was sick.

“Woozi. He is going to spend the night in the studio again” Mingyu said.

“Oh. Please save some food for when he comes back them” you said trying to hide your disappointment.

“Sure but I can’t assure you he’ll eat it. He’s been dealing with a lot of stress lately so he’s been skipping his meals” S.coups sighed.

You remained silent and the boys seemed to understand how worried you were as they looked at each other and smiled.

“Why don’t you visit him and make sure he eats?” S.coups asked casually, his eyes sparkling.

“Me?” you asked surprised.

“That’s a great idea” said Mingyu, who was already packing some food for you to take away.

“I think it would be better if one of you guys go” you said and you were being serious.

“Trust me, he sees us all the time and we probably make him feel even more stressed. A visit from you would be very helpful for him”

You took the bag of food that Mingyu handed you but didn’t dare to move, still thinking that it was a bad idea.

“He really needs someone to remind him to take care of himself” Mingyu said knowing that you were about to give in “You are like our mother so I’m sure you can do it”

That was literally all it took for you to grab your coat and head to the studio.


Now that you were about to knock on the door you were feeling insecure again. This was a stupid idea. “Fuck it” you thought “I’ll just leave the food by the door and leave. He’ll find it eventually” but right when you were about to leave he opened the door and stared at you.

“You’re wearing high heels. I could hear you walking in circles all this time and it’s really annoying. Also, S.coups texted me so I knew you were coming.” he said.

You cursed under your breath and tried to keep it cool “The boys sent you some food. Make sure you take a break and eat something” you said before turning around wanting to leave the building as fast as possible.

Come in” he said taking the food.

You stood still and looked at him. You never knew what to expect from him.

I want to take my break now but when I’m alone I can’t stop working. If you’re here I can’t concentrate so I have no choice.” He explained simply.

You weren’t even sure about if it was an insult or a compliment. “He’s such an asshole” you though as you followed him into the studio anyway.

High heels off. They are giving me a headache” he ordered.

You huffed but still took them off and sat down on the floor. You decided to play a game on your phone while you waited for his stupid break to be over. Since you were here, you might as well rest a bit. He just grinned and sat down in front of you, unpacking the food.  You didn’t even get to start playing when he interrupted you.

Are you going to eat or what?” he asked

It’s your food. You eat it.”

“You haven’t eaten yet, have you? There’s plenty of food for both of us” he replied and pointed at the other pair of chopsticks that Mingyu had casually packed. Well, you were hungry so you picked them up and started eating too.

Happy?” you asked.

He just shrugged and said “Tell me about your day.”

What?” you choked.

“I’m trying to take a break here. You are supposed to distract me” he said.

You really are an asshole. Fuck you.” you said out loud, not even caring anymore.

He dropped his chopsticks and stared at you widening his eyes but then he started laughing. Wow that was something you didn’t get to see very often. And yes, you thought it was hot. You could feel yourself blushing and there was no place to hide.

I guess I am” he said still laughing “but I still want to know about your day

You couldn’t help but smile at his pretty laugh and you ended up laughing too. When you two finally calmed down, you found yourselves talking about how stressed you both were. He was putting the leftovers back into the bag and putting it away when your phone started vibrating. Your best friend was texting you.

You couldn’t help but smile as you replied to his text but when you looked up you saw Woozi staring at you. There it was: lidded eyes looking at you while he bit his lower lip. You almost dropped your phone but decided to pretend it didn’t affect you and return your attention to the screen. Your friend texted you back right in time with a really good joke and you were so focused that you didn’t notice Woozi sitting right behind you and taking your phone away. You turned around to see him looking at your phone, furrowing his eyebrows while reading your friend’s contact name out loud “My Prince”.  You heard your phone vibrating again but when you tried to reach for it, Woozi just put it behind him. You tried to turn around and were ready to fight him but he started doing something you honestly never saw coming: he was massaging your shoulders.

“W-what are you doing?” you asked suspiciously.

“You said you are stressed right? You helped me taking a break so I’m doing the same for you.

“Can you at least give me my phone b-ah!” you gasped when he rubbed your neck just right.

“Don’t you know that phones can increase the stress levels?” he whispered next to your ear.

Fine, just- mmh… don’t turn it off. He’ll get worried” you said. Instead of replying he applied more pressure and you couldn’t help the small moan that escaped your mouth.

Fuck, how are you so good at this?” you asked breathless. You didn’t even notice the phone vibrating anymore. He just chuckled while pushing your hair over your shoulder and placed a soft kiss on the back your neck. His hands felt so good that it took you some minutes to realize he was kissing and biting your neck.

Jihoon?” You started to panic. Suddenly you were aware of everything: his hands touching your lower back, his teeth nibbling your earlobe, the phone vibrating nonstop.

Relax” was his only reply before he started sucking on your neck. You moaned and tried to push him away but he groaned, hugging your waist and pulling your back closer to him.

Jihoon, y-you’re leaving a mark.” You complained but he only sucked harder. “You fucker!” you hissed when you understood he was doing it on purpose. He stopped and leaned his head on your shoulder laughing breathlessly while caressing your tummy.

It’s not funny!” you said. He remained silent for a few seconds and then kissed your shoulder sweetly.

“It wasn’t meant to be funny” he said softly but he didn’t say anything else. No explanation to his behavior. No apology. Nothing. So you violently pushed his hands away and stood up but he quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you on top of him. You were now on his lap, while he was sitting between your legs. You gave him a killer glare but he didn’t seem to be intimidated.

“If this is a joke-“ you started but he grabbed your hips and grinded you against him. You gasped as you felt how hard he was.

“Does it feel like I’m joking?” he asked looking at you straight in the eyes. You didn’t know what to say. His cock pulsating against you didn’t let you come up with an answer.

“I can’t.” You finally said.” You-“

“…am too young?” he interrupted you. You looked away. “But you like me, (Y/N). You like me a lot.” he continued while caressing your waist.

“Sorry, I don’t.” You lied. You were very convincing but he wasn’t having it.

Yes, you do.” He grinned leaning against your ear. “Remember that day you weren’t feeling well and run to the bathroom?” he kissed your jawline. “I was worried so I followed you. I couldn’t just enter the girls’ bathroom so I was going to wait for you outside…That’s when I noticed you were on the phone.” He licked your neck and your eyes widened in fear and embarrassment. You remembered that. You literally had screamed that you had a crush on Woozi. How could you be so stupid? He was now looking at your face and he seemed to find your reaction rather amusing. He bit his lower lip and asked “How long are you going to keep me waiting?”

You wanted to die of embarrassment. Maybe you should just give in? But no, your mind wouldn’t stop telling you his body was reacting this way because he has no other female around him. He’s desperate and now that he knows you like him he wants to use you to relieve stress. Now that you thought about it, it was completely normal for guys his age to have sex. You started thinking about all the other boys back in the dorms and felt sad for them. They needed to have a healthy live and that included sex, even if they didn’t have time for relationships.

“I’ll talk to the company.” you finally said and when he looked confused you added “They can probably hire some women… or men, whatever you’re into for you to do your…things” you said, mom mode activated as you reassured him “There’s no need to be ashamed, your body is changing, this is totally normal.”

He narrowed his eyes and asked “What the hell are you talking about? I don’t want to fuck another woman.”

We’ll make sure they get tested before, ok? They’ll be clean and I’m sure they will keep the secret if they get p-“ He let out a frustrated groan, grabbed the back of your head and kissed you roughly. It felt so good to finally kiss the one you liked but you still weren’t sure it was right to take advantage of his needs so you tried to push him away. He pulled you closer, his tongue deep into your mouth and started thrusting his hips lazily. You parted away, gasping for air as he repeated “I don’t want another woman. I like you. Everyone knows you drive me crazy. Now stop killing the mood and kiss me back.” He demanded.

You were thinking about how much trouble you would get into if someone found out about what was happening when he kissed you again and this time you kissed back. He moaned, finally satisfied with your reaction but wasted no time and squeezed your ass, thrusting harder.

“You look so good wearing a dress. How come you never wear one for work?” he asked casually sliding his hands under it and caressing your thighs.

“I was going to go out with a friend.” You replied kissing his neck.

“The friend who keeps texting you?” he asked and suddenly you remembered him. You quickly stopped and were about to reach for your phone when Jihoon’s hand found his way into your panties and rubbed your clit shamelessly. Your back arched.

Fuck, Jihoon. Just let me reply to his text, ok?”

I’m not stopping you, (Y/N). Am, I?” he asked innocently while rubbing faster. You tried to glare at him but you couldn’t keep your eyes open at how good his fingers felt. He rubbed even faster while looking at your face, fascinated. “Are you close?” he asked when you started shaking. You nodded while moaning and he stopped immediately.

“What the fuck?!” You asked him breathless, frustrated because how dare he making you feel this good and then stop right before your orgasm.

“You should let your friend know that you are fine.” He simply replied.  You just looked at him wondering if he was actually serious but he didn’t flinch so you just grabbed your phone and stood up, hating Jihoon more than ever. When you checked your phone you even had missed calls.

Fuck, he probably thinks I’m dead.” You said as you called him.

Hello? What the fuck is your problem, princess? I almost called the police!” your friend yelled on the other end.

“I’m so sorry, my lovely prince.” You started feeling incredibly guilty. ”I’m fine, I’m just-Wh…Oooh” you couldn’t finish the sentence as Jihoon quickly pulled your panties down and gave your clit a long lick.

“(Y/N)?” Your friend asked but you weren’t paying attention. You were trying to push Jihoon away while you angrily whispered “What the fuck are you doing?” but he looked at you straight in the eye, fucking grinned and buried his head between your legs. You let out a silent scream and started shaking as you were already close to your release thanks to all that teasing not long ago. Somehow you managed to finish the call before grabbing his hair and come in his mouth moaning loudly. He gave you one last lick and kissed your hip before pulling you back into his lap and kissing you hungrily.

How the fuck do I explain that to my friend?” you asked between kisses.

Just tell him the truth” he replied, taking his cock out of his pants and putting a condom on.

“Why do you even have one of those?”

“I’m 20 years old, of course I have one. Also I’ve been thinking of a way to be alone with you to do this. You coming to me today made it easier.” He said rubbing his dick against your entrance.

“Fuck you” you laughed.

“That’s the plan” he said sliding into you, both of you moaning. He waited a few seconds before moving slowly. You were kissing when your friend called you back.

“Answer him” Jihoon suddenly said.

No fucking way.” He thrusted into you harder and made you gasp.

If you don’t answer it, I’ll do it.” He threatened. You glared at him, refusing to pick it up. But he grabbed the phone himself and answered so you took it away from his hands, panicking.

I’m so sorry, everything is fine. I promise!” you said before he asked you anything.

“(Y/N) where even are you?”

“I…” you looked at Jihoon, who raised an eyebrow and thrusted into you. You gasped and tried to come up with an excuse quickly. “I had to head back to work. They needed me to take care of something for a photo shoot tomorrow morning” you lied. Jihoon laughed breathlessly and fucked you harder.

“What? They are assholes, you’re supposed to have the nights off” your friend replied.

I know, they are assholes.” You replied glaring at Jihoon and trying to hold back your moans. He smirked.

“(Y/N) you sound very tired. Have you thought about the job I offered you? You know my dad owns the company. Come work with us and we’ll treat you well, princess.” Your friend said worried. Jihoon furrowed his eyebrows and slowed down, looking at you confused. He had clearly heard what your friend said.

“Your offering sounds very tempting right now. I’m honestly considering it.” You said and Jihoon gave you one hard deep thrust that made you moan out loud.

“…(Y/N)?” you heard your friend’s confused voice but you couldn’t reply. Jihoon was fucking you roughly, he even looked angry.

“….Princess, are you-?” your friend didn’t get to finish his sentence because Jihoon interrupted him with an “Ooh, (Y/N) you feel so good.” Way louder than necessary. You slapped his arm, knowing what he was trying to do but he only continued. “Mmm yeah, baby. Just like that, you take me so well…Uuhh” You panicked and tried to cover his mouth with your hand but then he pounded into you with brutal force and you were the one moaning.

Oh my god, (Y/N) you are totally fucking your job!” your friend yelled before hanging up. You didn’t even have the energy to be mad at Jihoon as you felt your orgasm hitting you. Jihoon followed not long after with a low groan as he spilled into the condom. Neither of you moved. Your foreheads touching, the only sound in the studio was your breathing until Jihoon broke the silence asking “Are you going to stop working with us?”

“…If someone finds out about this, I’ll have to” you sighed. He kissed your lips softly before saying “No one needs to know. Except for your prince” he huffed.

“…He’s gay.” You told him. Jihoon didn’t say anything for a few seconds before finally whispering “Good.” And kissing you again.

“I should have died.”

Cullen: The last time I was here was the day I left for Templar training. My brother gave me me this. It just happened to be in his pocket, but he said it was for luck. Templars are not supposed to carry such things. Our faith should see us through.

Quiz: I don’t think it worked. You haven’t been all that fortunate.

Cullen: I should have died during the Blight. Or at Kirkwall. Or Haven. Take your pick. And yet, I made it back here.

Oh man. This seems like quite an innocuous thing to say, but I think there’s actually a lot to unpack here. I normally choose the top or middle answers for everything, so I’d never heard Cullen say this before. To understand how devastating this line is (and I actually teared up when he said it) we need to understand Cullen’s history.

So, friends, let’s dive into a biography and character analysis of Cullen Rutherford (much longer than originally intended; my deepest apologies to mobile users who weren’t looking for a history lesson today) - under the cut so I don’t hit you with a wall of text. CW for some discussion of torture.

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Summer Love - Sanha

Word Count: 2356

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You and Sanha are counselors at summer camp together.

A/N: guys i finally got over writers block i’m so happy i really hope you guys like this fic because i actually really like this one and also because its the longest one i’ve ever posted on this blog(:

Summer: a time meant for midnight swims and trips to the beach, ice cream cones that dripped down the sides, and awkward tan lines that would no doubt linger into autumn’s chilly embrace. It was days spent in the company of those that made you laugh until you cried which morphed into nights spent sprawled out on the grass as you studied the twinkling lights strewn haphazardly across the heavens. It was road trips to nowhere and hours spent curled up with a book, testing the limits of possible because without the constraints of school, you were finally free to do so. At least, you were supposed to have been able to.

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i’m tired of capcom’s shit and i feeling bleh, so consider this: apollo the chef

  • apollo being one hell of a good chef and loving cooking meals because it serves as stress relief and it always tastes amazing and it reminds him of his adopted family. its also an excuse to have the people he loves over, and after particularly long hard days at work he loves nothing more than to come home, turn up the tv or the radio and lose himself in cooking
  • apollo having a tradition of having family and close friends over his apartment every sunday, which includes trucy, clay, mr terran and his adoptive mother. sometimes he extends the invitations to ema, especially if she’s had a rough week,and the atmosphere is always welcoming and happy and everyone always leaves with a smile on his face
  • apollo never letting anyone in his kitchen, because they’ll only mess it up, and it’s your chance to relax, damnit, sit down and let me feed you
  • everyone’s super grateful for the break and the chance to catch up and looks forward to sundays more than anything
  • klavier post AJ lonely and miserable and distant, and although apollo isn’t exactly sure what to do, if he should be the one to do something, but apollo ends up reaching out to him and inviting him over to make sure he’s okay. klavier refuses every week because he doesn’t want to interrupt something so personal,and he doubts that he’d be welcome
  • klavier genuinely dying to attend because he wants friendship and warmth and comfort but it takes weeks for him to become confident enough to attend
  • he knocks on the door clutching a tub of his own food, and chocolate and wines because he stood in front of an aisle in the supermarket for twenty minutes trying to decide what to bring- so he brought it all- and apollo laughs and tells him he didn’t have to bring a thing, though he’s very grateful
  • people greeting the newcomer with bright smiles and surprisingly loud hellos that somehow catches klavier off guard, even knowing that most of the people are related to apollo ‘no volume adjustment allowed’ justice. they’re all sitting around the table and chatting, and trucy jumps to her feet to cuddle him and gush about how glad she is he’s here, how happy she is. her hug is crushing and hurts his ribs but klavier can’t help but hug her back, and bask in the warmth in his chest
  • clay greeting him with a ‘hey man, how you been?’ and a clap on the back, even thought they’ve never met before. mama justice and mr terran shaking his hand and looking a little starstruck, but never bringing up his fame or recent incidents and klavier’s so grateful for even the illusion of normality
  • clay and apollo lightly bickering with their parents in korean and spanish, respectively, and klavier and trucy sit there helplessly like :’) 
  • mama justice trying to take over the kitchen and apollo’s like mama sit down i’m trying to cook get out from under my feet and klavier’s watching them scurry about in the kitchen complaining about each other’s methods and they’re so close it hurts klavier a little to think about his own mother, a face he could barely remember if it wasn’t for the few pictures he possesses
  • mama justice and apollo arguing about tradition vs apollo’s spontaneity and mama justice slow cooks everything while apollo burns the fuck out of his food and she yells at him about “the impatience of youth” 
  • trucy entertaining them with a few tricks she had been practically and mr terran like !!! when she pulls doves from klavier’s jacket, and when food is served apollo’s flushed but happy and everyone gets mounds of food on their plates and klavier’s very doubtful he’s going to be able to eat it all
  • he does, because the food is delicious and he’s surprised that apollo holds so many talents but he’s stuffed afterwards- and then trucy tells klavier about the rules that everyone has to take seconds at the very least and he’s like :’) please no
  • klavier eating two and a bit plates and having to throw in the towel (clay hoovers up everyone’s leftovers) and they all have to migrate to the living room either and it’s kind of cramped but there’s multiple people crowded on one sofa and everyone’s smiling and so is klavier and it’s been so long since he felt at peace
  • trucy curling up against apollo and napping and he just throws his arm around her and mama justice coos at her babies and declares trucy is now her daughter and she’ll fight anyone who says otherwise
  • afternoon turning to evening turning to night, and apollo’s surprise desert is completely demolished by hungry mouths and clay’s telling anecdotes and klavier’s laughing so hard he feels a little ill
  • klavier leaving delighted and even when the door shuts in his empty apartment his mood can’t be brought down
  • klavier gavin becoming a regular face every sunday, bringing treats for trucy and flowers for mama justice and food for the others, sometimes entertaining himself, and the process of healing is slow but it’s not as hard any more, doesn’t seem as daunting
  • mama justice adopting klavier as one of her own (little does she know she’ll be attending the klapollo wedding in a few years) and taking care of the boy with the sad eyes, always making sure he’s well feed and content and hugging him in greeting and goodbye
  • mama justice seeing the way apollo and klavier are looking at each other, all soft and shy and just being all B)
  • catching them smooching in the kitchen one day and even more B)
  • mama justice and healing klavier and hispanic apollo
Abduction of Persephone + other Greek Parallels

I was rereading v14 a while back and I found it interesting how the myth surrounding the Abduction of Persephone was strikingly familiar to some events in v14.

Persephone stood alone in a field of flowers:

When from a crack in the Earth came the God King Hades:

and through a violent abduction, stole her away to the Underworld:

Where she became, as Homer describes her, “the formidable, venerable, majestic princess of the Underworld, who carries into effect the curses of men upon the souls of the dead.” However, this only occurred after having eaten the pomegranate seeds—of her own will—so she could obtain timai (honor), and said Hades to Persephone, “while you [Persephone] are here, you shall rule all that lives and moves and shall have the greatest rights among the deathless gods.” 

Translation: “You will have rights with me and power, I will treat you well instead of just the girl who trails behind her mother,” which was unheard of at the time: a man giving a woman power (a Dove giving a half-ghoul a chance at life, power, and sanctuary)

 And so, I decided to delve back into mythology again with the help of the Homeric Hymns (which the above quote is from) and a few other sources (coughWikipediathankyou) and found a huge number of parallels between TG/:re characters and their Greek counterparts, especially between Persephone and Kaneki/Haise

Especially since modern/romanticized Persephone is very inaccurate, and many modern renditions fail to mention that Persephone was one of the most feared goddesses in Greek mythology and was not just the innocent flower maiden who was kidnapped by big bad Hades.

Posting under a cut because scrolling through long posts on your dash can be the biggest pain in the ass  <(*・ω・)>

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Royal Affairs
Mature, Chaptered, Jercico, Royalty AU
By Organization for Transformative Works

The light wakes Nico before the knocks on his door. It is November, and although temperature rarely ever falls below zero in the south, the air in the room is crisp enough to make Nico’s cheeks sting. Reluctantly, he pushes the thick covers aside to climb out of his bed, quietly wishing to have just one day where nothing was expected from him. Nico stands slowly, straightening his shoulders and pulling over a large fur-coat that he keeps next to the bed for mornings as cool as this.

The fire on the far side of the room is already burning, which means his servant, William, has already been here while Nico slept. It makes Nico smile, if only a little, to think that Will has let him sleep in again, especially on a day like this. His father can’t be pleased about it, probably will try to have a word later, but Nico knows that at the end of the day, the old man really doesn’t care as long as it doesn’t affect his duties.

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Discworld: Mother of Dragons

500 Followers! Thank you all so much, it’s been a wild ride since I started posting fanfic earlier in the year and my activity feed went totally nuts. My first ever fic on here was a Discworld one, so it seems only fitting I celebrate with you now by returning there. Thank you for the support, your comments and being wonderful people. Have some Sam Vimes being Vimes <3

                                Mother of Dragons (Ao3)

Commander Sir Samuel Vimes was on his day off. Which was to say he was currently doing work from home, and waiting on the inevitable call from the Yard which always seemed to come when life handed him nothing more complicated to handle than another coffee with the morning post.

It was a glorious spring day in Ankh-Morpork, the kind of day where the sun is deceptively bright, the skylarks are singing, and the dragons were in heat. Technically dragons were always in heat, it was— as it were—fundamental to their physiological structure. But there was only ever that special time once of year, where a lady dragon and a boy dragon (though one should never judge) might size the other up and decide to risk the maneuvers that went in to the act of what could quite literally be, explosive mating.

Vimes had heard the expression “survival of the fittest”, but as he sat reading at the breakfast table, listening to the mating call of what could only be described as a dented water boiler heating up—punctuated by the occasional hiccupping implosion— he thought it ought to be “survival of the luckiest and/or the stupidly brave.”

It didn’t quite roll off the tongue as well, but it was more accurate at least.

This being dragons of course, it wasn’t as simple as trying to keep the pen doors closed and reminding yourself not to light a match before the air had cleared. No, this was dragons, and that meant that Mother Nature had done everything in her power to make life as complicated for the poor buggers as possible.

The eggs were ready to hatch. Eggs which had been so carefully nested and kept warm for the last eleven months, and so possessively protected you didn’t dare reach into the pens with anything shorter than a ten foot pole with a lump of coal on the end…and now in the frenzy to create more eggs, they were being trampled.

“It’s their instincts you see,” Sybil had told him, dabbing at her eyes with a lace handkerchief covered in soot. “They only have enough room in their heads for one at a time, and the need to create more eggs outweighs the other. It’s all about continuing the bloodline.”

Vimes hadn’t said anything, not because he couldn’t think of what to say but because he could think of exactly what to say and it was not something Sybil would ever want to hear. So instead he’d patted her arm and taken the broken mess from her cradled arm and…well, what did you do with a thing like that? Which was how he’d come to learn the secret from Willikins of just how the rose bushes were quite so hardy and flowered longer than any other rose Vimes had ever known.

Poor little buggers, he’d thought, and promptly pricked his finger on a thorn.

Still all hope was not yet lost, so far this morning, very early this morning in fact (there is nothing quite like an amorous dragon outside your bedroom window to wake you up at four in the morning) Sybil had counted no less than five new wyrmlings, all as happy and healthy as a swamp dragon can ever hope to be. Which isn’t saying much, but it was something. He’d peered in around the door, sometime around dawn and found her stooped over the nearest pen, one of the many interchangeable Emmas waiting patiently with what Vimes could only think of as ‘the iron cradle’. Both women, fully armored and armed with what passed for swamp dragon corralling gear, had waved at him with their giant oven mitts.

“Should have another five by lunch!” Sybil had called out cheerfully, and Vimes had smiled, nodded and made a hasty retreat before anyone could try and hand him anything hotter than a cup of coffee.

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Title: Deck The Halls, Bitches | Part One: A Dominatrix for Christmas

Rated: T for trouble (and mild adult situations and language)

Summary:  One week before Christmas and Lucy realizes she has a problem. In her frustration, she may or may not have told her entire extended family she was bringing a date to Christmas. She lied. Cana’s solution? A Craigslist Ad posted by one Natsu Dragneel. Too much whiskey, crazy family members, and a multitude of awkward situations only serve as obstacles. There will be casualties.

Word Count: 7728

It’s a slow night at the Iron Dragon—which is ironic given the impending holidays. Usually there are more people looking to get wasted before having to visit the relatives and braving snowstorms. Or maybe that’s just Lucy—and Gajeel and Lucy are busy wiping down the counter as the clock ticks passed midnight. Well, Gajeel is wiping down the counter. Lucy is sitting on the bar and chatting with Cana and “shirking her responsibilities” says Gajeel.

Lucy rolls her eyes and tosses her right leg over the left, blatantly ignoring her grumbling coworker and continuing to chat with her tipsy friend on the other side of the bar. Cana’s the only one left here anyway, so it’s not that big of a deal. A slight health code violation, maybe, but unless Cana’s been lying to her for three years and is secretly a health inspector, Lucy doesn’t think there’s anything to worry about.

“So what are you doin’ over the holidays?” Cana slurs, wobbling slightly as she leans back on the legs of her stool. Cana’s eyes narrow in concentration as she takes another shot of vodka, her tongue poking out slightly as she tries to balance on the back two legs.

Wrinkling her nose, Lucy’s lips turn into a frown and she sighs, glaring half-heartedly down at the rag next to her thigh. Her gaze shifts back to Cana, who’s looking at her expectantly while still trying to maintain her balance and not face plant onto the bar. Lucy groans. “Please don’t remind me of break,” she pleads. “I tried to schedule work over Christmas, but Gajeel’s dad wouldn’t let me.” Lucy supposes she’s a little bit ungrateful that she actually has the holidays off work. There are plenty of people who would love to go home and visit their families and take a much needed break.

Lucy is not one of these people. She’d rather be stabbed in the leg than go home for Christmas this year, because a) her family is absolutely bonkers, b) someone is probably going to wind up in the hospital like every other year, and c) she doesn’t have a date. That last one wouldn’t be a problem, except she’s kind of spent the last six months telling everyone she was seeing someone, if only to get her dad off her back.

Fat lot of luck that turned out to be. She’d completely forgotten about that white lie until her father called her in the middle of a shift and Lucy kind of, maybe, accidentally promised that her nonexistent date would be coming home for Christmas. Oops.

Behind her, Gajeel mumbles something unintelligible, but before Lucy can politely demand that he not mumble, Cana lets out an indignant squawk. The bar stool slams back onto all four legs and Cana’s palms slap down on the bar on either side of Lucy’s legs.

“What do you mean you tried to schedule shifts over break,” Cana demands more so than asks. “Are you telling me you want to continue working twelve hour nights shifts during the most hellish time of the year?” Cana looks about ready to leap across the bar and throttle her—which wouldn’t be impossible. Cana’s a very coordinated drunk. Though that probably isn’t something to brag about.

“Of course I don’t,” Lucy huffs, crossing her arms and sending Cana a nasty look, which the brunette promptly ignores. “I would love to take time off. I just don’t want to go home for Christmas.” And scheduling shifts at that time was the only way to get out of doing so. Unfortunately, Gajeel’s dad had to be a nice person and give her time off. Bummer.

Cana looks at her like she’s just sprouted a second head. “Why the hell not?” Cana snaps, eyes narrowing in confusion. She mirrors Lucy’s position, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring.

Lucy huffs, eyes rolling as she slips her legs underneath her to sit cross-legged. She really doesn’t feel the need to explain herself to Cana. They’re friends and all, but Lucy thought they were passed the questioning stage. Then again, it’s probably only fair that Lucy share her family story, since Cana did tell her about the whole Gildarts thing.

She sighs, relenting, and Cana leans forward expectantly. “I don’t want to go home because half of my family is batshit insane and the other half has a stick up their ass,” she says simply, wincing at the onslaught of horrors from Christmas past. Behind her, Gajeel snorts loudly, so Lucy lifts the rag at her side and whips it at him blindly, smirking when she hits her mark.

Cana isn’t as impressed. “And?” she prompts, waving her hands slightly and dragging out the word ever so slowly.

“And what?” Lucy questions, shrugging slightly. That’s all there is to it really. Bad things happen at Christmas when both sides of her family collide. It’s not so bad when they’re kept apart, but when the Heartfilia and Dreyer sides of the family mix all Hell breaks loose and usually there’s fire involved.

To this day, she still finds glitter around her apartment from the Christmas disaster of twenty-eleven.

And this year is going to be the worst one yet, because her Grandfather Makarov, bless him, not only decided to invite the entire family to his home, but also included a plus one in the invitation. As such, everyone and their mother will be bringing a date.


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“Sunset on the Water”

(Hello all!  I’m back with another one shot.  This is a future fic, but in my mind, it shouldn’t really be in that distant a future. All of the things that have happened in show canon so far have happened here, but it isn’t too long after the finale, so either Killian or Emma decided not to dawdle any longer and they’re getting married. This one is fluffy – maybe fluffier than we’ll ever really get to see played out, but I hope not!  I still don’t own them, but I would love to hear what you think!   This is will be posted on ffn as well in my “Of Swans and Swords…” collection. Enjoy!)

“Sunset on the Water”

By: TutorGirlml (snowbellewells)

           He could never in his wildest flights of fancy have imagined this day, this woman, this much happiness, coming to him. Killian Jones, dressed in the proud naval finery he had donned so long ago as a bright-eyed, hopeful young lieutenant, stood at the helm of his ship, Swan’s lad at his elbow, minutes from marrying his True Love.  In all those years he’d spent lost in Neverland seeking the weapon to make avenging Milah possible, before that in all his years as a pirate, flouting the crown and taking what he pleased, and even longer ago, in his eternity as a slave to Captain Silver, forgotten and worn, breaking his back and scrubbing floors on his knees, beaten, ridiculed, and abused when he was noticed at all, never could he have dared to hope that he would someday win the favor and the hand of a princess.

           Henry chose that moment to nudge his soon-to-be stepdad’s shoulder, whispering in Killian’s left ear with a certain smile in his voice. “I’m glad you finally asked her, Killian,” and though it sounded as if the young man were teasing him for the hesitance he had felt, knowing that Emma loved him but not sure whether she would want marriage or not, he also heard the sincerity and genuine love in the young man he considered a son’s voice.  “I knew she’d say ‘yes’… You’ve changed her, Killian, for the better. And you both deserve to have this day, before something else goes wrong.”

           A small snort of humorous recognition at the truth in Henry’s words nearly escaped through Killian’s nose, but he managed to hold back as the music swelled and everyone on deck came to their feet at the first strains of the wedding march. In the next moment, his eyes became irrevocably fixed on the bit of movement he saw emerging on stairs up from the cabins.

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Danny was missing for three days before his friends stopped being able to cover for him. They’d done their own investigating, of course, but he hadn’t answered his phone and the booomerang had been broken about a week ago. Four days later, in the middle of a police investigation, Sam, Jazz, and Tucker decided to tell their parents.

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SnK 65 Thoughts

Also, “Death awaits the loser,” is an unintentionally hilarious teaser because all I can think with that placement is that Historia and Eren are going to fight to the death and the winner takes all the plot significance.


Man, I can’t stop laughing. I’m just that happy with this chapter.

Fiction is being ever so kind to me this week.

Except for the part where I should probably pretend to care about Kenny now. Do I really have to do that? Isn’t it enough that I really want his coat? And maybe his hat?

I should just run off and be a cowboy. Much better use of time.

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I Am Mad About Rose Lalonde And I Have Lots Of Reasons Why

No post that starts with abuse and recovery is important, no really, but i’m still fucking upset, is going to sound good, but that’s basically where my thoughts are at.  I mean I get it.  I get why it’s important, I get why Dave’s recovery is being emphasized so much, I get how Dirk’s reflection is so much more important now that it’s not just a facet of his self-loathing, I get how many strides they’ve made and I get that they’re in so much better of a place now than they ever were before.

I totally get it.

I don’t think this is a bad update.  I think it’s a great update, an astounding update, one of the best homestuck updates in such a very long time, and it’s for that reason this particular update gets me so upset, because it has to sit there next to all of the other updates I’ve been reading through.  It has the honor of being judged against every Vriska-log that I’ve hated, or underwhelming John-Terezi interaction.  (I don’t care for the ship, but that’s off-topic, and not the thing that has seized my shrill bearded livestock tonight.)

I don’t think that Rose’s development matters anymore.  I mean, it presumably should, and may well do, but it feels diminished in scope.  Small.  

This is the part that kind of got to me.  Because I understand that this is Dave’s perspective on the matter.  And what it says about him– how robbed he feels, never having had a real childhood, and the obvious symptoms of PTSD he explains having had, the horrifyingly cruel irony of his land being “heat and clockwork” when the sight of blood and metal both terrify him– that is some heavy shit.  “Trumped up nonsense” is pretty bitter and dismissive.  It says a couple things to me:

  1. Dave and Rose never really had much time together, despite being siblings and best friends prior to SBURB.  They never respectively talked about their respective parental issues.
  2. Dave did, however, come to this conclusion elsewhere.  Either having communicated via charades with the mayor, or far more likely, spending time with Karkat.  I presume that Vriska didn’t barge in on him, smack a Cool Kid katana out of his hand and shout at him for having issues, but canon may prove me wrong on this count as well.
  3. Dave kind of resents Rose and John for their childhoods.  I mean, this is some pretty emotional, candid language right here.  He feels like he bought it, like his thirteen-year-old friends were doing their very best to make him believe that they were worse off than he was, and he had been lied to about their situations.  They had what he didn’t all along, and how could he have trusted them for all this time?

This didn’t really click with me.  I know that we’re supposed to believe that Rose is just cured–

That she went through some deep soul-searching about her place in Paradox space, went from addicted to not-addicted, while maintaining her relationships–

But it honestly didn’t feel right to me.  Maybe it’s because it felt like Dirk and Dave had a very comprehensive and cathartic conversation, one that dug through every one of their lingering hang-ups regarding one another, but even before this update happened, I could feel a little bit off about how the meeting went down.

Because Love wasn’t really enough in that relationship.  Rose does not trust other people.  Worse, she does not really trust herself.  Everything felt like something that could be twisted and exaggerated into a gruesome mockery of her feelings– a stuffed cat in a grand mausoleum, a gigantic sculpture of a grizzled and ancient wizard guarding her door– little velvet pillows. 

One can easily say that Rose was behaving immaturely towards her mother, who was just doing the best that she could.  I can grant you that.  However, hypothetical dissenter who exists only to serve as a poorly-erected straw enemy, rose was thirteen years old.  She was even younger when the crusade of passive-aggression must have began.  And the real kicker about all of this?

She doesn’t even really get what was so fucked up about all of that.  She doesn’t trust herself to be open or honest.  She hates the fact that Jasprose is basically spouting her every thought at rapidfire, many of which are thoughts she can undeniably claim to be her own.  

Humanizing your parent makes sense.  But at some point Rose is going to have to accept that it’s not just her own fault her relationship with her mother deteriorated.  That maybe her home life still wasn’t all that happy, and it wasn’t just her own determined crusade to be miserable.  But there is not a single page written that shows Rose accepts that.  She gets that alcoholism is by nature self-destructive, but not that it appeared to have any influence on her life growing up, and not that she understood that maybe there was a little bit more to it than just being nervous.  Because it made her feel different.  Like a better person who was happier and more charming and had more fun, let her giggle out loud and say silly things without feeling like she was stupid for even bothering.

Why do I get the feeling that Vriska’s advice to Rose, upon smashing her bottle, was to ironically “8ottle that shit up and don’t tell no one!!!!!!!!”  Because it feels like it.  

Another thing I wanted to say before I put this very long post to rest and stop writing–

Kanaya supposedly helped her through her addiction,

But their relationship is scarcely even touched upon.  We are told in no uncertain terms, yes, they are dating, and continue to date one another many times throughout the story.  Kanaya firmly rejects the idea that she’d want to break up with her over her alcoholism in the doomed timeline.  They reaffirm several times through the recent updates– yes, Kanaya and Rose are dating, yes, they like each other and remain quite close.

We are told.

And we are shown none of it.

Kanaya’s presence is near to nil in Roxy’s conversation with Rose, and she disappears from it soon after that.  More time is spent with Dave conversing with Roxy– interesting, in its own right, sure– than with Kanaya talking to or about either of them.  Basically Kanaya helped her through an addiction, and she trusts her and remains grateful to her, aside from the fact that they seem to remain incredibly awkward and barely able to talk to one another.  

Their relationship is just taken as read.  Like the invisible red string of fate is just tying them together, even though they have shit-all to do with one another most of the time.  Even though there is barely any intersection between their respective relationships and goals, we just nod at the fact that they’re together.

We just kind of assume that they have a good relationship somewhere off screen. 

I mean.



Okay okay okay I really do like the relationship.  I love Rose and Kanaya together.  I ship them to incredible degrees and I love stories about them, I love pictures of them, I love Rose and Kanaya in general as my favorites in homestuck.  I just hate the fandom trend to make it totally and completely uncomplicated, as though they have nothing to work through and just spend their days and nights with one another in smiling complacence, because that’s what their relationship feels like in the retconned timeline.  Just a couple of happy lesbians together with no problems whatsoever, because gosh, who’d want something like depth in a relationship like that???

Also, this line reminds me of one thing and one thing alone–

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XF Revisted Challenge

For @2momsmakearight‘s XF Revisted Challenge.  Just barely posting in time, so please excuse any grammatical errors.  This was not betaed.

Skinner thought that he’d effectively dispatched me.  He was wrong. I used to have a lot more respect for the guy, honestly.  Then again, many men who were smarter and more powerful than Skinner thought that they’d succeeded in dispatching me before.  Not just once, but several times.  They should have known.  Men like me are not so easily dispatched of.  Not even a gunshot to the head could keep me down.  Not extraterrestrial black oil.  Not even an impromptu surgery or two, the medical necessity of which was questionable at best.  

But Skinner had to know that somehow I’d survive.  That I’d come back.  They all did. They couldn’t sacrifice me now, not like this.  Not when they’d bankrolled so much time and effort into me, conflating my life in the grand scheme of things.  When you’ve labored for a cabal of ruthless, faceless men with bottomless pockets, men who are so invested in your role in their game but are still willing to gamble with you with such impunity, you come to recognize very quickly that you’re not the king or even the knight on the chessboard of life.  You’re lucky to be anything but a pawn.


Marita, of all people, had been the one who, quite literally, found me and dragged me back into the game.  I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. She’s always been a much bigger cog in the machinations that we’re a part of, I just never gave her enough credit for being so well-oiled.  Her cold, hard femininity has served her well.  

When I came to in a hospital just outside of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, she was reading one of those true crime novels with the beat-up cover featuring some two-bit serial killer’s mugshot, the title glaring at me in angry, red blockprint.

She sensed me stir, dropped the book a few centimeters, leveling an achingly familiar skeptical eyebrow at me and looking for all the world as though nothing she read in that book would ever shock her.  As she gazed unblinkingly at me over the well-worn cover, I had to swallow and look away.  

She scares me sometimes. She’s seen the worst of humanity and it hasn’t fazed her.  It’s just made her hard and immovable.  No matter how many times a man may have touched her, worried his hands over her body, she gives nothing away.  

I’d know.

She reminded me, when I’d finally finished screaming at her for rescuing me and come to my senses, that there was still work to do.  The child was still alive.  Had to be taken care of.  My mission had not yet been completed.


She took care of setting up the bank accounts, assuring me that there would always be enough money to pay cash for everything, even rent.  She provided me with false identification, and I nearly laughed when I saw the driver’s license and passport she’d procured for me.  

“Alexander Krychek?” I’d asked, dubious.  “This isn’t fake.”

“Dead men tell no tales,” she’d replied, and she didn’t crack a smile.


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@son-of-rassilon​: TracerXMei, and JunkratXRoadhog for the OTP thing

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accidentally falls off the bed in the middle of the night: tracer! they’re both restless sleepers - mei can’t stay still for long periods of time without reminding her of cryo, and tracer’s hyperaware of her body because of her time with chronal disassociation - but when mei gets to sleep, she can actually be pretty peaceful, unlike tracer who flops around EVERYWHERE

gives the other piggy back rides: zarya. sometimes they do pull-ups on her biceps too

tries to act tough but is really a giant sap: TRACER OH MY G O D. as the face of the new overwatch, there’s a lot of pressure for tracer to live up to jack morrison’s legacy, so she spends a lot of time trying to live up to the tough, unflappable mental image she has of jack from back when they worked on overwatch together. but when it comes down to it she really is just a kid who got pulled out of time, put in a life threatening situation, and pulled back into the timeline, none of which was of her own volition? and really, nobody gets that the way mei does, even if she gets it in a slightly different way. so tracer spends a lot of time pretending to be Rough And Tough, but mei knows.

almost burns down the kitchen trying to bake: mei is so bad at judging temperatures. the oven will be preheating and be like “hmm, feels a little cold still. let’s amp it up to 80000 celsius!”

sings lullabies to their kids: they both do; tracer has a terrible voice, but she’s very sweet and enthusiastic about it, while mei tends to sing short little songs in a few different languges

morning person vs dead until they get their coffee: when tracer is up, she’s up. time is a very tangible, precious commodity to tracer, and while she can switch up her position in the timeline, she can’t actually change the timeline itself, making it a very valuable constant in her life, too - sort of like a metronome for her life. mei, on the other hand, takes a lot of time to wake up; she usually has to drag herself out from under about 20 layers of blankets.

cries during sappy movies: mei has not seen a single movie thats come out since her cryo. they’re gay cowboys, mei. jake gyllenhaal dies, mei.

wears a billion layers because they get cold easily: actually, as far as this question goes, it’s tracer. mei does wear a ton of layers, but it’s not because she gets cold easily. her body temperature’s been so fucked with at this point that she has barely any concept of the way the climate feels at all. her layers don’t serve any functional purpose - but they drive away the sense of cold, and in particular the sense of frostbite, that she constantly feels. she can’t feel cold, necessarily, but she can feel her own physiological responses to cold, and that scares her, so she just wears layers all the time, just in case. tracer, on the other hand, has like no body fat and is cold EVERYWHERE, poor kid

initiates cuddling: mei the cuddlebug <3


would fall over their own feet while trying to seduce the other: T R A C E R, fucking tripping her way head over heels


accidentally falls off the bed in the middle of the night: roadhog is a fucking rock, and he tends to use his arms as a Giant Junkrat Cage while they sleep, but sometimes junkrat slips through. he’s a very light sleeper, so he always wakes up and immediately starts complaining.

gives the other piggy back rides: JUNKRAT WILL RIDE HIS NOBLE HOG TO VICTORY

tries to act tough but is really a giant sap: are you kidding me its both of them. roadhog somewhat more than junkrat - junkrat grew up in that environment, so it’s second nature to him, but roadhog grew up in a world with a basic sense of humanity, so while he puts a lot more effort into maintaining his Hardcore TM image, it is also much easier for him to fall back on softer instincts when his boyfriend’s around.

almost burns down the kitchen trying to bake: he doesn’t even have to be trying to bake. junkrat can be standing in the bathroom on the other side of the house and almost burn down the kitchen

sings lullabies to their kids: roadhog doesn’t sing, but he does hum the lullabies his mothers used to hum him. before they’re given custody of any children, he hummed it for junkrat every night, too.

morning person vs dead until they get their coffee: junkrat get going we have places to be. no we can’t stop for coke, junkrat oh my god live without your caffeine for three hours - take your hand off that bomb god dammit

cries during sappy movies: junkrat, sobbing into a handkerchief: SHE SAID NEVER LET GO

wears a billion layers because they get cold easily: neither of them really wear layers; any clothing they get their hands on tends to be more useful in fires than for their actual purpose

initiates cuddling: roadhog just wants his tiny boyfriend to stop fucking squirming around and have a cuddlefest, fucking chill u tiny bean of a human

hogs the covers: roadhog

would fall over their own feet while trying to seduce the other: junkrat is Very Nervous about attempting to seduce roadhog and generally fumbles around awkwardly with confessing until roadhog is finally like oh are you trying to tell me you felt romantically for me? i…..thought we were already dating?? and that was the day that junkrat discovered that they could’ve been making out for years, what the fuck

withinofdreams  asked:

Do you have any theories of why Coach had drinking problems and what or who helped him with it?

Not really. Nothing solid at least. However I do find it peculiar that most of the non-supernatural male adults seem to have abused alcohol in the past. Sheriff Stilinski, Agent McCall, Coach Finstock and Adrian Harris. I hesitate to label them all alcoholics. I don’t think we have enough evidence to give all of them that diagnosis. 

But it’s a pattern, and we know how much Jeff likes his patterns after all. And if one’s an incident, two’s a coincident and three’s a pattern, then what’s four? 

Just for kicks let’s run through them. I do like to ramble on about these kinds of things :)

Sheriff Stilinski

I don’t think sheriff Stilinski qualifies as an alcoholic. But he clearly has gone through a period in his life when he drank more than he should. Probably it’s in relation to Claudia’s illness and death. 

We have the moment in 2x09 Party Guessed where Stiles, high on Lydia’s wolfsbane punch hallucinates his dad crashing the party, bottle of whiskey in hand and accusations raining over him. 

Sheriff: Why am I wearing black? What are you, an idiot? I just came from a funeral. You know, people wear black at funerals. 
Kid: Dude, chill. It was just 
Sheriff: Get out of my face. It’s you. It’s all you. You know, every day I saw her lying that hospital slowly dying - I thought, “how the hell am I supposed to raise this stupid kid on my own? This hyperactive little b*st*rd who keeps ruining my life?” It’s all you. It’s you, Stiles. You killed your mother. You hear me? You killed her. And now you’re killing me.

The wolfsbane gave them all visions of things that scared them, that they feared. I think this particular hallucination came to stiles not because it really happened, but because this is what he fears his dad believes. That his dad blames him somehow for his mom’s death. That he’s a handful that he doesn’t know what to do about. 

Remember the sheriff had just lost his job because of Stiles and his shenanigans, so he already feels rotten about it. And the time after his mom’s death was probably traumatizing in itself, and if the sheriff sought comfort in some alcohol, he might just had said some stuff that he didn’t really mean. Or perhaps he meant it, but didn’t mean for Stiles to hear. I’m a mom -  sometimes when my kids misbehave i think awful thoughts and mean it in the moment, but I keep it inside. 

Stiles fears abandonment more than anything. He’s terrified of loosing his dad. Both literally and figuratively. This is his worst fear. This is his Boggart. 

Back to the point. If the Sheriff really was an alcoholic I don’t think for a second Stiles would get him deliberately drunk. And another point to think about in relation to the hallucination - in it the sheriff is portrayed as an angry drunk. In 1x10 we see that he’s actually a calm and morose drunk. he gets sentimental and opens up about feelings they normally don’t talk about - particularly Claudia. 

In 3x11 we get this exchange between Agent McCall and Stiles

Agent Mccall: Where’s your dad, and why’s no one been able to contact him? 
Stiles: I don’t know. I haven’t seen him in hours. 
Agent Mccall: Is he drinking again? 
[Sighs] Stiles: What do you mean, again? He never had to stop. 
Agent Mccall: But he did have to slow down. Is he drinking like he used to? 
Stiles: All right, how about this? Next time I see him, I’ll give him a field sobriety test, okay? We’ll do the alphabet, start with “F,” end with “U.”

Another hint towards a past with too much drinking but not actual alcoholism. Stiles’ “he never had to stop” indicates this. 

In conclusion - Sheriff Stilinski’s unhealthy drinking in the past is most likely connected to Claudia’s death and he pulled himself out of it after a while. 

I can see that this will be a long one. Hit the read more for more about drinking problems. patterns, what they might have in common and it all ends up in lots of military conspiracy theories. You’ve been warned… 

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Kayangan Lake (Hall of fame of one of Asia's cleanest lake)

We got up early in the morning to pack up and prepare our stuff for the island hopping. No. 1 tip for you: Don’t forget to eat breakfast! It is always important to bring with you a full stomach that would never miss out the fun! It is advisable to start your boat trip to Coron Island a few hours early to make sure you have ample time. Apart from sunscreen protection, be sure to bring mosquito repellent. 

Our mode of transportation on our way to the pier was a tricycle. We arrived in our destination for only 3-5 minutes and hopped into our boat in no time. 

If you have problems about what food to eat the whole day, you need not to worry because the people in the boat has a cook and they are the ones who will cook food for you. You just have to settle with the boatman before the trip. But just in case you feel the need to eat snacks in between islands then you could bring foods to eat! :)

Meet my relatives from my father’s side! So sad my other cousins and sisters weren’t able to witness the beautiful view of Coron Palawan!

First stop: Kayangan Lake

Took a photo of the sea while we where on our way to our first destination. Love this photo! Not only because of its beautiful view but because it reminds of me of the movie, Life of Pi. Hahaha!

Smiling for the camera before we start climbing to the top to get the best view of the bay… :)

From the dock area, there’s a short 10-minute uphill hike to a small cave and an ideal viewing point of the Kayangan Bay.

The trail to the top was not that safe because the stairs weren’t concreted. However, if you are up to a real adventure, you would really find this adventurous because you would be climbing to the top with wooden handrails and stepping huge rocks. Watch your footing here as I found the stone steps to be a bit tricky and dangerous in spots and be prepared to sweat a bit on the way up as well. 

Not to worry with climbing all the way to the top though, because once you arrive, the panoramic view will sweep you off your feet! Nice view, right? Wait ‘til you see the Kayangan Lake! :D

Another few more minutes descending to the open lake. This time you have to be double cautious and careful because the footing might be slippery.

Here’s a peak of the lake while I was climbing down. No joke but upon seeing that very clean water, I was so excited that I was climbing down so swiftly and forgetting how dangerous it was. Please, Please, do not do this. You don’t want to spend your vacation at a hospital, don’t you? 

TADAAAAAA! Isn’t it a paradise? I bet seeing this picture at the back of your monitors right now made you say “WOW! I wanna go there!”

Very very very nice place. It’s all I expected to be. A Paradise. I could just stay here and do nothing but stare at the scenery. 

Moreover, Kayangan Lake which is often times declared to be one of the cleanest lake in the Asia. And I can tell by the look of its lake. LIKE REALLY. 

If you want to spend several hours here exploring all corners of the lake, you may utilize the two available Bamboo Raft in the lake. On the other hand, what we did to explore all the corner of the lake was swimming while our tour guide was leading us. We even went to the back of the mountains, snorkeling and witnessing beautiful rock formations underwater. It sure was a long swim! 

Oh, I almost forgot! If you don’t know how to swim then you would be needing a life jacket. In my case, I know how to swim but I brought with me a life jacket because it lessens me from getting too tired swimming for long hours. So, I’d ride or hold on to the jacket when I catch up for breath to make me float.

Forgive me for the struggling underwater pose. Hahaha

Please don’t do this if you do not know how to swim. I tell you, it is really really deep. I barely see the ground. 

So yeah, the guy in black is our tour guide. As you can see, he was dragging all of them together with the use of a long rope. Hahaha! Poor tour guide but don’t worry, he was trained to do this. :) 

Surrounded by rocky mountains covered by green trees and plants, it certainly evokes an image of a lagoon seen from postcards and movies. So, if you are expecting paradise, it can’t be any more head on, as the way towards Kayangan lake itself as it serves as a prelude of sights to see! :D

Take note: You should come during the dry season! Make sure you come early and plan for a lengthy swim.