Do you think Derek ever remembers the Stiles that he first met, the loud mouthed, cheerful, quirky, smirking, always moving, always curious Stiles, basically the definition of ALIVE, and he knows Stiles has been through a lot even before that but it never crushed his spirit completely.
Do you think he looks at the Stiles after the nogitsune and everything else he’s had to go through, seeing right in front of him how much quieter Stiles is, how he might flinch at surprise noises or contact, how he doesn’t strive to know everything about anything anymore, how he keeps his head low and approaches things in a more calculating way, a tired way, rather than wholeheartedly.
Do you think he sees the tight lipped smile and the dark eyes and thinks to himself how he should have been more present, how he should’ve been able to do something, ANYTHING, to stop this from happening. Because it happened to himself, he should know how it goes by now, he should’ve seen the signs, he should’ve dared to believe the nagging voice in the back of his head and should’ve stepped forward when he saw that no one else would. But no, he had let himself believe in his self-pity, that Stiles, someone so great could never fall, that he could never experience something like Derek because he was too strong and too precious and too amazing, that he could never need someone like Derek when he has so many people around him.
Do you think he blames himself for not realizing sooner that they are both just people, that he is not some monster who attracts and deserves all the worst for just existing, that what happened to him could happen to anyone, and that Stiles is not an actual angel, who is immune to everything (even if he was Derek’s guardian angel).
Do you think Derek’s heart breaks over and over again every time Stiles half heartedly jokes that they’re all just broken now and that Derek isn’t alone.
Do you think he sees the plea in Stiles’ eyes that he doesn’t dare speak, the way Stiles had seen it in his before he had even known what he wanted, a touch, a hug, unconditional trust, but that he doesn’t know what to do because he still doesn’t trust himself, and all he wants to do is fall to his knees and tell Stiles he’s sorry for letting things go this way, and he knows that it’s pathetic and he’s just being his self-deprecating self again, and that it’s not helping anyone - it never has - but he doesn’t know what to do, all he knows is what Stiles had done for him and he knows he can’t be as great as Stiles, he can’t.
Do you think he tries anyway because he would give his heart and his soul, or what’s left of it anyway (sometimes he doesn’t believe there’s anything left at all but considering he’s alive, and considering the way something beats hard in his chest when Stiles’ eyes meet his there must be SOMETHING there) no matter how small and shattered- he’d give it all for Stiles. And he can’t rewind time and he can’t fix him, and Stiles deserves so much more than his shattered pieces, and one day surely, Stiles will find someone better, someone who serves as a cooling balsam to the pain within, and that thought makes his throat close up and his chest burn and it almost makes him turn away from Stiles because he’s been taught in the past not to give anything if there’s a risk he’ll get burnt- but he does it anyway, because this is Stiles and if he’s not getting what he needs from anyone else, if by chance he’s not letting anyone else in for the moment, if Derek knows where the cracks are and how to warm them, then he’ll be there. And he might not be enough but at least he’s something and maybe, just maybe he can serve some kind of purpose, whichever it may be, to preserve that last part of Stiles that’s hidden behind the cold exterior, maybe he’ll be just enough to help Stiles survive until his life pieces itself back together again and Stiles is back on his own two feet.
Do you think he takes Stiles’ hand, silently because he was never good with words, and because he remembers that most of the time Stiles had comforted him by touch alone, small gestures, rather than his wide vocabulary of words, and that he’s surprised when Stiles isn’t.
Do you think that the tears that form in Stiles’ eyes at the contact take all of the sorrys from Derek’s lips because he loses his breath when Stiles gives his hand a gentle squeeze and sniffles, smiling ever so slightly, not strong enough for an honest full fledged smile, because it would be a lie if he did, but this one is real and it’s the most beautiful thing Derek has ever seen because it means he was right, Stiles is still in there and he might know the one or other thing about getting him out.
Do you think they’re still overly careful around each other and about digging too deep, they’re cautious to protect each other, and they might seem to bicker and argue harshly on the outside about trivial things, but when it comes to words with depth they’re both quiet and calm, and Derek sticks to his silent gestures until they start losing their power.
Do you think the time he sets a hand on Stiles’ back and Stiles pulls away, fear makes his chest tight that he’s reached his limit and he’s not enough anymore, that he’s got nothing more left to give and that this is the point where he has to let Stiles go to find someone better, someone worthy, who will put that real, honest, full fledged, ear to ear grin on Stiles’ face in the most vulnerable of moments.
Do you think Derek remembers that time, where Stiles broke through all his walls and looked straight into his soul with just one word, a seemingly irrelevant word in an irrelevant conversation that had nothing to do with either of them, really, except for fighting off a threat with a paralyzing tail.
Do you think he remembers how Stiles gave everything back then, prior to that word, he used all the energy he had left in him to keep both their heads over water and that he would’ve died to try and save them both, and Derek had found a way to dismiss it, thinking Stiles is the kind of person who would sacrifice himself for anyone, kind of like himself except that Derek did it because he thought he deserves to die much more than anyone else and Stiles probably did it because he thinks no one deserves to die unless they’re trying to kill someone else.
Do you think he takes a step forward to chase the step Stiles took away and tells him simply “you’re not alone”, and it’s three words to Stiles’ one but it’s the best he’s got and he always knew his best is not even close to Stiles’, and he knows he’s got to try everything, give it everything he’s left in him all the way to the end, because Stiles’ would do the same for him if he let him, and he has to take the chance just in case Stiles lets him to the same.
Do you think Derek keeps on talking, thinking about the way he likes hearing Stiles’ voice when he’s down, and talking might not come easy to him but it gets easier when he sees Stiles is listening and his shoulders slump as if he’s finally letting some of the weight of his walls fall.
Do you think Derek envelopes Stiles tightly, not trying to prevent it when he breaks and starts sobbing into his chest, but holding him together so that he doesn’t feel shattered and scattered all over the place when the tears slowly cease, and it hurts, seeing Stiles like this, hearing the sobs that wrenched from him, and maybe it’s such a punch to the gut that Derek tears up himself, but this time he has to be there for Stiles so he keeps talking, making sure Stiles has something to focus on beside the sounds of his sobs.
Do you think that maybe when they both quiet down, exhausted, and Derek sees how reluctant Stiles is to leave his side just for a shower, even if he can’t look Derek in the eyes at the moment, and how they somehow drift back to each other when they lie down, how Stiles grasps onto his shirt tightly when Derek brings his arms back around him, that maybe Derek starts to think maybe there was a reason they kept getting pulled back to each other, maybe there’s a reason they can see past each other’s defenses and see more in each other than either would ever dare to admit, maybe, just maybe, he can be enough for Stiles, the way a scrawny, pale but dotted with moles, sarcastic 147 pounds of skin and bones teenager simply believing in him was enough or him years ago.
couple of things that bugged me about that born sexy yesterday video, which imo are kind of emblematic of when white men try to dissect misogynistic and abusive tropes.
1. the infantilization of women and sexualization of children are part and parcel because they seek to blend the two into an indistinguishable figure. the video does not once make the obvious correlation to pedophilia, despite featuring A WOODY ALLEN FILM in his critique. he explicitly mentions power imbalances but doesn’t hit on the essence of this particular power imbalance, i.e. that making it acceptable to desire a woman who is childlike in nature erodes necessary boundaries of consent and age division.
2. he says nothing about consent issues despite showcasing clip after clip of such scenarios.
3. his inclusion of race is perfunctory and brief even though, again, infantilization is hugely racialized. like, the fact that he felt he was coining a term (“born sexy yesterday”) for this trope when woc have been discussing infantilization of themselves AND white women in media for DECADES is so irritating lmfao.
4. “innocence is not sexy… experience is very sexy” is such a nasty thing to say like bruh this would all have been much easier if you had realized that sexiness is subjective and irrelevant to this conversation and that this trope is disgusting because it further blurs the lines between little girls and adult women. he spent far too long examining the psychology of why men might desire a “powerless childlike woman” because “they’re threatened by their powerful and experienced equals” and not nearly enough time acknowledging that more than one example he included was made by an abuser. is that not a tip off? does that not tell you everything you need to know about a storytelling trend? the people who make and propagate it?
Alright, so, with Autism Acceptance Month in full go, and with me still not having managed to get Thomas to acknowledge this, here we go again.
Some of you may know that I made another long post about this a while back, and I am so happy that it got as much traction as it got, it wasn’t enough as the point of the whole thing was to get @thatsthat24 himself to acknowledge it. Which is why I’m doing this again. Now, strap yourselves in, because this is gonna be a long one.
I’ll get straight to the point; from watching Thomas’s Sanders Sides videos, I have come to the conclusion that Logic, also known as Logan, is without a doubt autistic. Why is that, you ask? Well, he exhibits a lot of common autistic characteristics:
He takes things very literally, and has a hard time with metaphors - having to use flash cards to memorize them.
He is often unable to tell when something is meant as a joke, and even when he gets that something is a joke he often gets frustrated by false facts. For example, his reaction to Morality’s dad jokes in the Q&A video.
He is incredibly socially stunted - just look at his attempt at “flirting” with Valerie in the valentine’s day video.
He has Special Interests - most notably poetry and crime novels. He has infodumped on several occasions: for example, in the Q&A video, when asked about his favourite book, he wanted to tell the viewer about everything that happened in the book. He has also several times used quotes from poems or poets in otherwise irrelevant conversations, and it is also important to note that he knows more about poetry than Roman, who is the one that’s supposed to represent that sort of stuff. As for crime novels, not only is his favourite book a murder mystery, he has also dressed up as Sherlock at one point, and his favourite disney movie is Big Hero 6, which could be seen as a crime story considering it’s about a bunch of kids trying to figure out who a certain criminal is.
He has difficulties comprehending emotions, especially the emotions of other people. His knowledge of psychology and body language seems entirely like something one has read up on in a book - it doesn’t come naturally to him. He’s also, word for word, said: “Emotions, the bane of my existence”, which implies that he just… doesn’t understand them.
There are more, too, but these ones are the most prominent ones.
It is also worthy to note that, as mentioned earlier, he has dressed up as and explicitly been compared to Sherlock Holmes, who is one of the most well-known examples of an allistic person accidentally writing an autistic character.
Now, I am very well aware that Thomas probably didn’t intend this. It’s a common trope, after all - the emotionally stunted nerd genius - and not many allistic people realize that it’s actually a (somewhat distorted) portrayal of autism.
However, I think it is extremely important that he is made aware of this as soon as possible, as examples of this “trope” often tend to fall victim to different kinds of mockery - being called inhuman, having their special interests mocked, being referred to as cold-hearted machines… A well known example of this is Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory - he is obviously autistic, but the creators keep mocking him and encouraging their viewers to mock him for exhibiting autistic behaviours.
I don’t want Logan to become a Sheldon. I don’t want the Sanders Sides to become a Big Bang Theory. I am terrified of this happening, even though I know that Thomas is a good person, because if he doesn’t know what he’s doing then how do we know he won’t accidentally end up making autistic people the butt of a joke? We’ve already seen slight examples of this, for example in the most recent video not only Anxiety but also Thomas himself essentially mocked Logan for taking things too literally, and that stung. So please. I beg of you. Reblog this. @ Thomas in this. Send him asks about this.
Ed saying that Oswald ended up trapped because Ed didn’t love him back is such a reach and so irrelevant to the conversation they were having it almost feels like he was fishing for Oswald to say that he still loves him and trying to goad him into confirming it by telling him to grow up
BTTM: this brought up a lot for
but I don’t want to center my feelings in this conversation that is
about more important things. Still, many of you have been asking what my general thoughts are, and I
don’t think it’s fair to not respond to you, or for my silence to look
am cosigning Ben’s actions. So here is my most important/relevant thought right
I want queer youth (and everyone, but particularly queer youth) to feel safe and loved and valued. To think of somebody
taking advantage of spaces like that, spaces where young queer people seek
respite and validation and safety, fills me with more anger and sadness than I
can possibly express.
I know that when LGBTQIA+ people connect to queer art it is sometimes
something bigger than just “liking a band.” I want you to know that we (me and anyone playing in my band) don’t
take that lightly and will always try our best to do right by you. I want to
say that you deserve nothing less from any person or artist you encounter. And, most importantly, I want to say
that whatever strength you take from art made by queer people is something that
YOU found in yourself, it is not anyone else that gives it to youand to
pretend otherwise is to disempower you (and you are powerful and you are
I want to say to people who
are grieving Ben’s actions who aren’t survivors: don’t forget there is a
painful hurt being felt here beyond losing a band. I want to say that I hope people can continue to hold Ben (and other people in
our communities) accountable without perpetuating homophobia and transmisogyny. I want to stress that pwr bttm’s music
is irrelevant to this conversation, let’s not trivialize this
issue by making it about whether or not you like an album.
A/N: Hey beauts ! I dearly apologise for being so inactive on Tumblr since I’m rather more on Wattpad (narryneon), but I felt really bad so here is one of my works. Their is definitely going to be a Part 2. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did. Be sure to like and send me feedback. Much love .xx
My reaction to this whole situation that I’m seeing before my eyes is un-fucking-believable. Justin has been travelling around for the past month promoting “What Do You Mean” along with performing. After promoting, he had the thought of going to Bora Bora for some time now for a small vacation. I for one thought it would be perfect if we went together, time for us to be with each other, cuddles at night and what did he have to say about that you may question ? No. I was taken back by his answer which seemed a bit suspicious to me. I mean which boyfriend wouldn’t want to take their girlfriend with over seas - well unless you actually love her.
I think what bothers me so much about the “feminists are ugly” or “feminists are hairy” or “feminists are lesbian” stereotypes is–
So fucking what?
Some of us ARE ugly. Some of us ARE hairy. Some of us ARE lesbians. And it shouldn’t fucking invalidate anything we’re fucking saying to you.
But you know, if you believed that, if you actually believed that our sexual usefulness to men is irrelevant to the conversation about our basic human rights, you wouldn’t be a fucking misogynist, would you?
This is a post both for myself and for others. It comes about as the result of dealings with a specific person, who will not be named, but I think the lessons to be learned from it may be able to apply to enough Simblrs outside of that that it will do good to make the post public. I’m not even speaking exclusively to cis straight Simblrs - there’s people on the LGBTQ side who pull this kind of shit too.
LGBTQ representation does not begin and end with you having a gay couple as a spare pair, or letting a trans sim into your story once. We are far more ubiquitous than people may assume, and far more casual and capable of happy endings than most of our narratives may indicate. Isolated incidents don’t add to your credibility, they just continue to ‘other’ us, which isn’t the goal.
On that same token, learning about us and supporting us doesn’t have an end point. There is no point where you can stop, breathe, and say “okay, I have done all I can to be an ally to this community or that community”. Be constant in your vigilance, be consistent in your support. Flipping flopping just tells us we can’t trust you. (Of course, this is also dependent on disability or neurodivergence. Do all you can within the bounds of what you are physically or mentally capable of.)
Don’t pick and choose who you will support and accept and who you won’t. If you constantly make lesbians, don’t vilify gay men. If you allow trans people across the binary, don’t exclude non-binary people or people with unconventional pronouns. Don’t throw ace or aro people under the bus. Either be with us all the way, or don’t be with us at all.
LGBTQ representation means far less if the representation is flawed, one-note, or stereotyped. Sure, you might be able to get away with it your first try, but if you have several gay characters and they are all possessive, promiscuous, or whatever, you’re just feeding into something dangerous and misleading. (To prove that I’m not self-unaware, this is something I need to be careful of as well. Right now, my aro characters with 'exceptions’ far outweigh my aro characters who stay aro, and I want the reverse to be true, lest this push a harmful precedent.) But just because there are nuances in us doesn’t mean that there aren’t basic rules of etiquette to apply to all of them when talking to them in real life.
Never ask anyone, especially trans or NB people, their birth gender or “biological sex”. Nine times out of ten, it is irrelevant to the conversation at hand.
No, it’s not relevant to the conversation you’re thinking of now.
No, nor that one.
If you ask someone their biological sex anyway, and they decline to tell you, accept that. Don’t press the point. Don’t ask why they won’t tell you. If they wanted to tell you, they would have. LGBTQ people, any person for that matter, reserves the right to hold back any personal information that they don’t wish to disclose.
You are not entitled to, or owed, someone’s biological sex. Privacy, in this regard and others, is a fucking basic inalienable right. No means no.
You are not owed thanks or gratitude for invasions of privacy either.
If someone tells you you are being shitty, the generally accepted thing to do is to apologize and be wary of making the mistake again, not to try ruthlessly to justify your actions and pretend like the other party has wronged you in some way.
There is a difference between education and coddling. If you want to learn about some of the basics of LGBTQ stuff from people under that umbrella, fine, but they only have limited resources, time, and patience. There are some steps you’re going to have to take yourself when you don’t have your Token Gay Friend to learn from. Google is a very valuable resource, for instance. As is Wikipedia. And if you’ve tried Google or Wikipedia and you’re not getting the answers, maybe be more specific as to the question. It works wonders.
We are not props for your ego. We do not exist to make you feel better if you really fucked up. We do not exist to give you comfort about having privilege over us, nor to applaud you for the tiniest little step. We are not infinite pools of reassurance, we are not notches in your good-person-bedpost. We are not mysteries for you to solve or experiments for you to dissect. We are humans. Treat us that way.
If you stop considering an LGBTQ person “amazing” when we lay down some basic boundaries that are essential to any communication, you probably didn’t think we were all that amazing in the first place, and you are acting exactly like any old dudebro fedora-wearing Nice Guy would do on Tinder and OKCupid.
Cis people do not get to dictate how trans people should feel about their bodies.
Cis people do not get to dictate how trans people should feel about their bodies.
Cis people do not get to fucking dictate how trans people should feel about their fucking bodies.
Avocadoes bear absolutely no resemblance to vulvas or vaginas.
It was a late Saturday night. Ron and Hermione were sitting in the sofa in front of the Gryffindor common room’s fireplace. Harry’d already gone to bed after getting fed up with the two of them for telling him that he was over thinking everything about Malfoy. The hearth crackled and popped in the comfortable silence of the empty common room.
“Y'know,” Ron began after fidgeting with his hands for a while, “don’t you think Harry’s a little too obsessed with Malfoy?”
“What do you mean?” Hermione asked, not looking up from her book.
“I don’t know. Maybe Harry likes the git.” Ron said without confidence. Hermione’s head snapped up.
“Harry liking Malfoy?” she asked incredulously. “I don’t know, Ron. That seems pretty far-fetched.”
“No, think about it,” Ron said defensively. “Ever since first year, they’ve been going at each other for what reason? They’re always bickering and gearing each other up just for the hell of it. They’re just pulling each other’s pigtails, but they’re both too stupid to realize.”
Hermione didn’t seem convinced. “Well we do know why they’re like this. Malfoy insulted Harry in the beginning of first year, remember? And that’s been going on for the past six years.” She shut her book and leaned back into the sofa as she talked. “And I don’t think Harry’s gay, either. At least, I won’t assume so until he’s told us.”
“I guess,” Ron muttered.
“Besides, I don’t think I’ve never noticed Harry looking at guys that way,” Hermione reasoned. “Cho was the first in the five years we knew him, I think.” Ron seemed to be trying to think back on how Harry looked at various guys at Hogwarts, but quickly shook his head as if his memory was failing him.
“It’s getting late,” Hermione smiled. “We should get to bed.” Ron nodded and got up first, gently pulling her up from the seat. They held hands for the short walk to the staircase, and shared a quick peck on the lips before parting.
Weeks passed since Ron and Hermione’s late night conversation, and they hadn’t brought it up since; it was a forgotten and irrelevant conversation — well, at least it was.
Harry came through the portrait hole during one of their free periods, hair more disheveled than usual, tie out of place, overall looking somewhat distressed.
“Oh, where we’re you, mate?” Ron asked. “Hermione’s looking through my potions essay if y
“I have to tell you guys something,” Harry cut in. Hermione wrinkled her eyebrows in worry.
“Does it have to do something with Malfoy?” She asked cautiously. Harry swallowed nervously.
“Yes.” Ron and Hermione looked at each other in slight exasperation. He was going to go off again about how he was up to someth–
“I kissed him,” Harry blurted out.
They froze mid-breath.
“You what?” Ron asked, eyes blown wide.
“I…snogged Malfoy,” Harry said quietly, face slowly turning a Gryffindor scarlet.
“Hold on — I — you — what?” Hermione stuttered.
“I don’t exactly know what happened,” Harry tried to explain. “I followed him into an empty Transfiguration classroom, and we were fighting like normal — next thing I knew, I had him up against the wall, and we were really close, and…” Harry’s voice faded into nothing as he buried his face into his hands in embarrassment.
“And?” Hermione asked.
“He… leaned in and we started kissing” Harry said, his small voice muffled behind his hands.
“Did you like it?” Ron asked excitedly. Harry only gave back a small nod in reply.
“I knew it!” he yelled. “Hermione, what’d I tell you? I told you Harry liked him — you just wouldn’t believe me — Merlin, I’ve bested Hermione Granger —”
“Oh, hush, Ron,” Hermione said quickly and turned to Harry.
“Harry?” she coaxed. “Um, thank you for telling us, firstly.” He nodded.
“I’m sorry, but just to clarify, have you liked Malfoy for a while? Did you know that you did? How long did you know?”
Harry emerged from his shell, replying, “I only just found out that I like him. Looking back, I reckon I’ve liked him for a while.”
“Does he like you back?” Ron jumped in.
Harry shrugged. “I don’t know. His face was really red afterwards, and he muttered something about when he sees me ‘next time’ when he was leaving.” Ron silently pumped his fist in the air, mouthing yes!, but quickly stopped after noticing Hermione’s glare.
“Well,” Ron grinned clapping his back, “congrats, mate.”
“I hope things work out well between you two,” Hermione said squeezing his hands.
rebelcaptain Celebrity Pretend Relationship AU part 1 million or whatever
The first day on set, Jyn makes good on her reputation and nearly gets into a fist fight with the a stuntman. “Don’t patronize me,” she says, ready to launch herself at a man twice her size when he dismisses her request to just try the stunt. Some of it is that she can do these stunts–she’s done it before and as a teenager she had gotten into her fair share or scrapes and had handled herself very well thank you very much–but part of it is also because she’s a little tense and a lot irritable that in addition to having to act on a Draven film she has to act like she’s falling in love with a complete stranger for PR and she’s a little ashamed and embarrassed to have agreed to it.
But before she can get her knuckles bloody, arms wrap her up from behind and pull her aside. She’s ready to kick whoever it is, and then she hears the accented voice, a voice familiar voice and yet the voice of a stranger. Cassian Andor.
“We don’t want trouble,” he tells the stunt man, and let lets her go when she lets the tension drain away.
Of course this is how they would meet, she thinks, locking herself up in her trailer until she’s actually called to set for her first scene. Jyn buries her face in her hands and calls Bodhi to yell at him about tearing up the contract–for both the movie and the fake relationship–but she knows it’s too late, and that in doing that she’s going to do exactly the opposite of what the fake relationship was supposed to help her do–smooth out her reputation and to pull her out of the tailspin that could quickly give her the reputation of on-set and box office poison.
“You signed me up for what?” he barks at Kay when he’s informed about the fake relationship clause in the movie contract. “How is this legal, Kay?”
“You gave me permission to sign your name to whatever I found most beneficial to your career, Cassian,” Kay says dryly. “And I called you and emailed you about this. Repeatedly. Apparently you were too busy galavanting with Emily–”
“Does it matter?”
“They are people, Kay.”
“The detail is irrelevant to our conversation, Cassian. As I was saying, you gave me final control, and you’ve made it clear how important it was for you to do this film with Draven.”
“And Jyn Erso agreed to this?”
“Is she crazy?”
“But all reports, yes, but she is empirically a good actress, and I imagine your opposing temperaments would make for good on-screen chemistry. I’ve done the analysis.”
Cassian rubs his hand through his hair. “I have to pretend to fall in love with her? Outside of the movie?”
“I know she’s not your usual type, Cassian,” Kay says, “but try.”
“I’m going to have to try very hard, knowing her reputation,” Cassian says.
“And you’re also going to have to break up with Emily.”
Cassian doesn’t attempt to hide his sheepishness at what he says next. “Already done.”
“Now I’m going to tell you a beautiful story from that time when I was working in the Calderón’s security. Ok, listen. I was working in an Atleti-Athletic in one of the highest stands of the stadium when I see one of the girls selling hot-dogs (back then they also used to sell pizza in the stadium). The girl was quite big so it was a great effort for her to climb up there, that’s why she used to arrive before there was too much people on the stands. Sweating a lot she used to sit on the steps, she ate a hot-dog, drank a coca-cola and smoked a couple of cigars. “There’s no way I can eat anything later” she said. Well, back in the day it was forbidden to have anything for free so it was a big risk but we were too high and bosses never got there.
So the girl and I saw appearing a man and a little kid wearing two white plastic bags. I’m not the one to judge but at first sight their clothes, that were very clean, had a lot of patches. The man came to me and showing me his tickets asked me “where do me and my son sit down?” I showed them but I told them that the zone wouldn’t fill up so they could sit down closer. The kid started to look at the seller’s hot-dog and the man took out of the bags two old Atleti shirts. Very old. They put them on and he looked at me “they’re a bit old but I’ve not been able to come for 4 or 5 years” I said: “don’t worry, they are historic jerseys” and the kid kept on looking at the seller eating. The man was talking to me a bit nervous, including the kid in the irrelevant conversation to make him forget about the hot-dog.
The man said: “I’ve been unemployed for three years and we’ve been in a very bad situation, but I got a job 2 months ago and with a bit of money that I’ve saved up and a bit more his grandparents gave us, I’ve brought him here. We didn’t brought food because I thought I could buy sandwhiches here but it’s too expensive and I can’t afford it.” It really moved me deep inside but when I looked at the seller, she was sobbing. Without saying a word she went to the kid and asked him “how do you like it?” And she prepared two hot-dogs and two coca-colas for the two of them. The man didn’t want to take them but she insisted a lot and they ended up taking them. During the match two pizza sellers came to them, as the woman had sent them, to complete their meal, they wanted to help them to have a great afternoon.
So there’s that, I have a lot of worse memories of the Calderón but this one is a great one.“
Great Minds Think Alike (Riverdale - Jughead x OC) Part 5
Jughead x OC
A new girl arrives in town around the time of Jason Blossom’s
accident. That alone makes her suspicious and unlikeable to most
people. Jughead has every reason to investigate on her, the timing is
too perfect, right? And it has nothing to do with the young girl’s
odd yet charming way of always seeming to find her way back to him,
no matter the situation.
Kevin dropped his sandwich and stayed still with his jaw hanging
open, all the others knew there was something going on.
Betty inquired with her usual gentle voice, putting down her coke
I’d seen her before!” He exclaimed, looking at each of his friends
like he has had this epiphany and waiting for a reaction. They were
twenty minutes into their lunch and it came completely out of nowhere
so he didn’t get anything but confused frowns. “The new girl!”
name’s Iris,” Veronica said and everyone nodded.
meet her in town this summer?” Betty asked, drawing Kevin’s
attention back to her.
bellarke + ‘Should I be concerned about how much caffeine you’re taking in’
“Should I be concerned with how
much caffeine you’re taking in?”
The hand reaching across the
counter for her coffee stops and she glances up at the barista, with a raised
eyebrow, who did this guy think he was policing her coffee intake. “Excuse me?”
she asks, reaching the rest of the way and picks up her coffee cup.
“Sure it’s great for business and
I shouldn’t be complaining,” he starts. “But you have been in here every day
for the past week and a half, sometimes twice a day, and sometimes you get the
Clarke just stares at this
stranger, wondering just why he would care so much and she doesn’t know what
makes her tell him, maybe it’s the sleep deprivation, or the fact that she’s
hyped up on caffeine or that fact that is barista is kind of adorable
especially with the way he’s looking at her. And not to mention those freckles.
Well I guess he wasn’t technically a stranger, considering she
has been in here for almost two weeks and he’s been here every day she
has. And he didn’t look like an axe murder so maybe she was safe telling him about her
“I’m a surgical resident and I’m
a fifth year and my boards are coming up,” she explains, using her free hand
to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her hair. “So there’s a lot of studying
on top of all my patients,” and she stops herself when she realizes she’s
“At Arkadia Medical?” he asks,
quirking an eyebrow in interest. “You’re going to be a surgeon?”
“That’s the plan anyway,” Clarke
“Well maybe I should let you get
back to your studying,” he says with a smile which Clarke returns before
turning around and turning back towards the hospital across the street.
Normally, she would just grab
some coffee at the coffee cart on the fourth floor of the hospital but that
tasted like sludge half the time. Someone needed to find out how to make
coffee, especially a hospital full of surgeons and surgical interns. Also, she
was partial to the coffee house right across the street from her hospital ever
since she discovered it.
For Four Word Prompt: 17 and/or 20 with Jaime and Khaji Da. Maybe Tye too, if you want.
(sorry for how long this took i almost lost the prompts w h o o p s)
Host-friend Jaime Reyes, wake up and consume some food. Any food. At this point it does not matter what type of food, but my research shows it will help you feel better.
“I have contemplated becoming a hermit.”
…This makes no sense and is irrelevant to our current conversation. Now awaken and consume food. Further research suggests even coffee would be acceptable.
“Dude. It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me. Please shut up and let me die.”
I would not let you die, host-friend Jaime Reyes. Your ‘hangover’ is due to your irresponsible consumption of alcohol last night with the Tye Longshadow. You will feel better if you eat some other food.
“Noooooooooo let me suffer in peace. This is why I want to become a hermit.”
I…would still be attached to you and able to communicate with you if you become a hermit, Jaime Reyes. This course of action is illogical.
“Goddammit Khaji Da why can’t you let me suffer in peace?”