and i can't explain it to anyone because every time i try it's all

Richard Siken Quote Starters
  • I woke up in the morning and I didn't want anything, didn't do anything, couldn't do it anyway.
  • I say I want you inside me and you hold my head underwater. I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife.
  • Vanity makes you say things like "I deserved a better life than this."
  • I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.
  • Your world doesn't make sense.
  • Someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure. I'm sure you remember, I was on the phone with you, sweetheart.
  • A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he's still left with his hands.
  • I've been in your body and it was a carnival ride.
  • Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again.
  • Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly, flames everywhere.
  • You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you.
  • Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you?
  • To them he is a mirror, but to you he is a room.
  • You want a better story. Who wouldn't?
  • Let's admit, without apology, what we do to each other.
  • If you love me, Henry, you don't love me in a way I understand.
  • He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.
  • I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good.
  • Fairy tales have rules. You are a princess or you aren't.
  • You wanted to think of yourself as someone who did these kinds of things. You wanted to be in love and he happened to get in the way.
  • We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven.
  • If this isn't a kingdom then I don't know what is.
  • Your body told me in a dream it's never been afraid of anything.
  • You swallow my heart and flee, but I want it back now, baby. I want it back.
  • Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
  • Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.
  • I'm sorry I came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined.
  • Everyone could see the way his muscles worked, the way we look like animals, his skin barely keeping him inside.
  • I'm pulling you out of the burning buildings and you say "I'll give you anything" but you never come through.
  • Dear Forgiveness, I saved a plate for you. Quit milling around the yard and come inside.
  • You wanted happiness, I can't blame you for that.
  • I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars.
  • Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.
  • I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.
  • He had green eyes, so I wanted to sleep with him. Green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool. You could drown in those eyes, I said.
  • Damn if there isn't anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.
  • The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. Unfortunately, we don't have that kind of time.
  • You play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.
  • You're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist.
  • Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.
  • I wouldn't kill your pony. I'd like to believe it, anyway.
  • Imagine a story where everything goes wrong, where everyone has their back against the wall, where everyone is in pain and acting selfishly because if they don't, they'll die.
  • You're a train and I'm a train station and when I try to guess your trajectory I end up telling my own story.
  • The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I'm alive.
  • I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future.
  • I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.
  • Imagine a story, not of good against evil, but of need against need against need, where everyone is at cross-purposes and everyone is to blame.
  • You looked at me long enough to see something mysterious under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks.
  • In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.
  • You just wanted to prove there was one safe place, just one safe place where you could love him. You have not found that place yet.
  • This is not harmless. You are not breathing.
  • Lesson number one -- be sneaky and have a plan.
  • I know history. There are many names in history but none of them are ours.
  • You know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you didn't do, because you are weak and hollow and it doesn't matter anymore.
  • Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
  • Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.
  • When someone is trying to ditch you, kill you, never go back.
  • All wars are the same war.
  • We are all going forward. None of us are going back.
  • I'm not suggesting the world is good, that life is easy, or that any of us are entitled to better.
  • I wanted to be wanted and he was very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving.
  • Okay, so I'm the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero.
  • Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It's like a religion. It's terrifying.
  • You take her out into the rain and you fall in love with her and she leaves you and you're desolate.
  • Sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud.
  • Someone is digging your grave right now.
  • There's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly.
  • Your co-workers ask if everything's okay and you tell them you're just tired.
  • Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.
  • At this point in the story so many things have gone wrong, so many bad decisions made, that it's a wonder anyone would want to continue reading.
  • Eventually something you love is going to be taken away.
  • I wanted to hurt you but the victory is that I could not stomach it.
  • Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more.
  • I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.
  • I am sad and angry and I want everyone to be alive again.

anonymous asked:

So I donated to your kickstarter so long ago that I can't even remember when it was and you haven't been making updates about the progress of the album in a very long time. I know life happens and sometimes things get pushed back but I'm starting to wonder where my money went and if I will ever get the vinyl I paid for. It's been well over a year and it's making me think you just took everyone's money and don't really care how long they have to wait to see what they paid for come to life.

this mite be a long post! please for the love of god feel free to scroll beyond if u dont care, i truly hate when people fuck up my feed with their essays so ya. that is my disclaimer here. ok.

ok. deep breath.
i talk about this/my campaign/my project VERY often on twitter (it’s distracting and often harmful for me to use tumblr and facebook regularly. sorry if that’s inconvenient). i realize most people aren’t actively checking my shit & that my tweets get buried in the constant avalanche of my stupid thoughts, so i’ll summarize the past year or so. hopefully whoever left this anonymous message will check back to see the answer and if so, i IMPLORE u to read the entire thing instead of picking out details from the first 4 sentences and sending me another message about how i stole your fucking money.

my album is almost finished. i’ve said this multiple times over the course of the past year, but this time it’s like, legitimately fact. i’m feeling extra sensitive right now and reading this message felt like stepping on a rusty nail, so i’ll go ahead and give you as many details as possible to explain why it’s taken me over a year to complete my first full-length album. 

i am an independent artist, as you probably know. i am also an extreme perfectionist. when i began my kickstarter campaign in september of 2015, i had about 30 songs written that i’d poorly recorded in my shitty apartment, many of which i hoped to record professionally for my first proper (and physical) release. i could not fucking stand the thought of being contractually obligated to make music via label and figured kickstarter was my last hope. i honestly thought it would fail miserably and decided that when my campaign came to a humiliating end, i’d move on from music and do something else that wouldn’t make me feel so fucking horrible about myself. somehow, thanks to you and everyone else who made my dream come true, i made enough money to actually make a record.

two months later in january of 2016, i went home to florida from LA to visit my family for the holidays. thanks to my incredible fucking luck, some kind of crime ring was hitting licks on every major airline’s baggage claim at LAX post-holiday and my luggage containing 3 notebooks filled with all of my lyrics, 2 external hard drives and a bunch of little USB drives containing 2 years of my work were stolen. hmu if u want the police report for proof. 

i lost a lot of work (and learned the value of The Cloud- i hate to trust it after my nudes were leaked and my fucking whole bank account was emptied after someone hacked my shit in 2014, but here we are) and basically all morale but pieced together what i could from what i had left. i hired a producer i’ve admired for years to be the executive producer of my record and decided this fucking bullshit was an opportunity to make my shit better. due to unfortunate, unforgivable and honestly criminal circumstances, this fucking psycho wasted an upsetting amount of my time and decided to back out of my project. THAT particular situation keeps me up at night and i fucking live for the day i can tell that goddamn story, it truly shocks me that a human being could do me like that fool did me, yall will find out one day but ahem. anyway. 

after this incredible fucking scam, i decided to ONCE AGAIN start anew considering the legal and financial obligations of releasing music that had been co-written by this bad fucking person. i left my home in LA and went to stay at my dad’s house in florida, spent literally all of my time mastering production software and learning to play piano, and filled in all the shit i’d lost with new things i’d written and produced entirely on my own. then i got married, but that’s unimportant to this story. actually it is like, kind of important, but whatever.

i was diagnosed with bipolar disorder in january 2016 and in march of 2016 i attempted suicide. i left an organized folder of songs, mockups for art, my bank account info and a note to my manager to make sure that my album was released because i literally could not comfortably die knowing that i let down the people who gave me money. im not tryna make anyone feel bad im just like saying cuz its part of the whole shit. anyway, i failed at killing myself and woke up in a bathtub of puke ready to go the fuck off. haven’t wanted to die since.

ahem. so. since i’m honestly 100% unable to trust a single fucking human being with my work and my thoughts after what happened up there ^^^^, i decided to set up a room in my new home for recording. i wrote, recorded, and produced (with some help, but like please bitch give me credit here) a fucking entire new album that i actually LIKED. im not shy about the fact that i think my music is stupid gimmicky- after trying to die and not dying and then getting help i realize i have like a little bit of talent i should actually appreciate. i finished recording and producing it, hired a person i trusted with a degree in music production to help me polish it and alas, he ran off without a single fucking word. thankfully i didn’t pay him a cent but like hey there u follow me on twitter and FUCK. YOU.

so now, as of about a month ago, i’ve absolutely perfected my songs (as much as i can- i still lose sleep over the imperfections im just not good enough to fix) and i’ve found the most trustworthy, hardworking team i’ve ever met to finish this shit. it’s demoralizing to recap the past year, mostly bc it was so fucking horrible for me, but i can promise you the last thing i would ever ever ever ever do is take a bunch of money and dip out with it. i do literally every single piece of this shit on my own, from the music to visuals to branding, and it’s hard. it’s time consuming. i have a job outside of music to provide for myself and for my family, and that takes up my time too. 

so i really apologize for the amount of time it’s taken for this record to be released. it fucking kills me to be waiting and i didn’t spend your money; god knows i would never in my fucking life just STEAL your money. the fact that anyone would ever accuse me of that makes me ILL.

i just want ya’ll to know there’s nothing easy about releasing music as an independent artist, especially one who refuses to accept anything less than perfection, and ESPECIALLY one who refuses to be disrespected and taken advantage of. i’m doing my best, and it took me a while. i feel like it’s worth it. it’ll be another 2 months or so. hit me up if you want a refund on your vinyl.

anonymous asked:

hi! can i get some (separate) headcanons or scenario for Kuroo, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, and Bokuto & their fem short fencer gf/crush? it's fine if this is really short if you can't come up with anything :) i fence competitively and everyone thinks it's weird and surprising here where i live. thank you so much for the awesome writing!

I have a vague concept of how this sport works, but it’s definitely not something simple, there’s a style and specialized score count and all sorts of things that need to be accounted for.. So I did a little bit of research. Also, I did these as headcanons both because I have discovered my love for them and because I think I’ll be able to get more down per character this way! Please let me know is something is off that you want me to fix, Anon!

Hope you enjoy!

P.s. This is an OLYMPIC sport, it shouldn’t be weird for you to compete in it! Just my personal opinion. Plus, you’re, like, freaking sword fighting. That’s hella cool!

Kuroo Tetsurou

  • Instantly demands to see the weapon she uses (whatever it may be foil, epee, or saber depending on what she’s focusing on - or maybe all of them!) and he’ll want to hold it. He may talk big the whole way up until he gets it into his hands and then he has no freaking idea what to do with it.
    • I mean, it’s a sword. “How do you hold it?” “What’s this thing on the end?” “Why is the hand guard shaped like that?” The questions will just be rolling from him. He’s just so curious!
  • And he’ll want to see her practice or compete. He’ll show up to any match when he can and be there in the crowd cheering - they can cheer right? Not like tennis where it’s courteous to be silent? Even if it is, he’ll probably shout and upset everyone around him to quickly apologize afterwards.
  • And even if he doesn’t know all the rules or scoring system, he’ll attempt to chat it up with her, pretending like he understands everything until he actually does - boy probably goes home and googles every term that was foreign to him.
    • I can see her catching him at one point and just stopping to stare at him with a wide grin, “You have no idea what any of this means, huh?” But he still CARES because she’s so awesome at what she does and he does want to know! It’ll take time and he’ll be a pro in the knowledge before long.

Oikawa Tooru

  • Wants to try on her gear so badly. Doesn’t matter that it won’t fit, he just wants to look as cool as she does dressed in the all white clothing. No, it won’t fit him? Then how about the mask?
  • This dork will DEFINITELY throw that mask on and pick up her weapon to just around the room as if he knows what he hell he’s doing. He doesn’t obviously, but this gives him a chance to deploy his real plan, because boy can be sneaky!
    • Ya know those cheesy scenes in movies where the one gets behind their significant other and be all close to guide them through the stance and motion? Yeah, that’s what he wants her to do. Press right up against him and guide his hands to where they need to be and move.
  • He’ll offer to help them practice whenever he can. Even if he’s not that good and it’s probably more like wasting time than actually practicing, he’ll definitely enjoy being on the opposing end and experiencing firsthand their strategy rather than just watching it from the sidelines.
  • Proud boyfriend also probably goes around boasting about his amazing girlfriend who is badass with a sword and take them all out. He’s exaggerating on the details of what kind of ‘sword fighting’ she actually does, but it’s enduring nonetheless.

Iwaizumi Hajime

  • Immediately begins investing his time in the rules and regulations that go into the sport. Before she’ll even know it, she’s explaining something and he’ll be throwing in his two cents on the strategy as well. He wants to be knowledgeable of the sport as much as he can be in order to help her in any way he can.
    • Of course he’ll support her from the crowd and be encouraging, but - similar to how he is with Oikawa - he wants to support her from her side as well. Help her rise to her full potential as much as he can.
  • Practice is something he’ll always try to be there for - holy shit, I think I’m turning him into her coach - and he’ll watch carefully through the whole sparring match, conscious of every point she gets and the way she gains it. He’ll even throw in suggestions on how to guard himself.
    • Note: he’s not trying to take anything over or away from her by inserting himself into her practice, more like he just wants to be one of the pillars that got her to wherever she goes - maybe the Olympics?
  • Gets so stoked when she wins a match. And even if she doesn’t his pride is just bursting for her that she might as well have won because you better believe there will always be something worth celebrating. He’ll never let her feel as though she didn’t amount to what she was striving for.

Bokuto Koutarou

  • “OMG, you fence?!” He’ll be soooooo stoked and, much like Kuroo, want to have that weapon in his hand RIGHT NOW. Though he’ll be quite a bit more reckless, swinging the thing around as though it won’t hurt anyone.
    • “Kou! There’s a reason you have to wear protective gear while fencing!” And he’d probably go out and get himself a jacket that he wears every time he shows up to her practices.
  • Literally gets so excited about the gear and weapons. I can see them just hanging out around the house and he’s got her saber in his hand or sticks it through the belt loop of his pants to pretend he has a legit sword. He’s such a nerd that he’d pull it out at random times shouting, “EN GARDE!”
  • Precious boy is insanely supporting. Whatever she needs him to do or be, he is on it. She needs a sparring partner, he’ll be on the other end of her foil. She’s nervous about her next match, he’s there in the crowd shouting despite whatever looks he gets. She wants reassurance, he can list every single accomplishment she’s made without hesitation.
    • In turn, he won’t push himself into her practicing sessions. He knows what it’s like to train to get better and he’d hate to make her lower her skill level to face off with him. Granted, if she offers then he’ll be all over it.

Imagine the world where 98% of the population is autistic, and allism is a disorder. Imagine the world that was built for autistic people and doesn’t support allistic people. Imagine the world where allism is a disability. Imagine a world where an autistic mum finds out that her only son is allistic. Imagine…
A Very Weird World Indeed

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anonymous asked:

Tbh I'm reaching a point where I'm like, fuck the bioware fandom. They adore characters like Solas and Jaal but treat Liam and Vivienne like shit. Cora also gets a bunch of needless hate. They call Blackwall a rapist, which (as an assault victim) I find trivializing. Treat Sebastian Vale like a religious fanatic who wants to burn Hawke at the stake for being a mage. It's like they can't view anything in layers and if they don't like a character they will invent reasons to hate them.

Well, I’m not so sure about speaking in such general terms, but without a doubt, it is a difficult line on which most BioWare characters are dancing. 

If you’ll excuse me for a second, I’m going to get real preachy with you for a second. Please, just bear with me on this one. I’m not going to promise that there is gonna be a point, but if you don’t mind, I’m going to rant at you for a minute. :)

When one is creating any sort of media product intended for large audiences (such as a big budget, AAA video game such as Andromeda or Inquisition), simplicity and complexity are… pretty heavily weighed against each other.

I’m gonna try to explain that.

Since there is the obvious analogy about a proverbial chain being only as strong as its weakest link, most things designed for wide appeal tend to be simple, they tend to stick to convention, they tend to make use of one’s confirmation bias, and not require one to put their aforementioned English Major/English Class hats on, or stepping outside of one’s comfort zone.

And many studios and developers still think of their audience, of that “one”, as a homogeneous mass of 13-25 year old, straight, white guys. This sounds a bit like the anti-millenial bullshit old journalists tend to spew in their impotent hatred towards anyone younger than them, but…. as much as this hurts to admit, there is a kernel of truth in that contemporary media, especially video games, are still very often treated as frivolous, simple entertainment, even by their own audience. (Hence, “it’s just a game” arguments.)

On the other hand, we on tumblr -myself included- tend to have a real boner for analyzing every single line, every syllable of every word uttered in our entertainment. Not only do we have our English Major hats, but also Social- and Media Studies hats, we become a bunch of part-time literary analysts (which I think is SO COOL), and try to look into the media we consume…. potentially (or most likely) deeper than many developers and studios intend.

The thing about BioWare is that… there are very few people who bother to think about the games they produce and consume both as products of contemporary entertainment media, and art. As a piece of literature. As something to analyze and criticize without denying its merits completely.

There are few who stop to think about Blackwall’s obvious 10+ year struggle with immense guilt, self-loathing, and obvious depression which made him believe himself unworthy of friendly- or romantic affection. (Btw, I’m so sorry you were made to feel that way. You definitely did not deserve any of that, and frankly, I don’t even understand where that claim came from? This is a digression, but seriously, someone please point me to an instance in which Blackwall doesn’t ask, and then wait diligently for explicit permission, initiation for, or enthusiastic participation in any physical contact. I’ll wait.)

There are few who stop to consider that when he makes the Big Controversial Claim, Sebastian’s home of god knows how long had just gone up in flames in front of his very eyes, consuming the woman who was a mother in place of his own in a flame of -in his eyes- self-righteous fury.

There are few who stop to think about Vivienne long enough to see just how gentle and caring a soul she is, if only you bother to show her that you are deserving of her kindness, and that you aren’t holding a dagger behind your back, just waiting for her to turn around and let her guard down.

These characters are very nuanced, they are written with so much care by people who Know Their Shit, and I feel even their hearts must bleed when they see what oversimplified, generalized opinions make of their darlings.

Because it is human nature for us to seek what is simple and convenient, especially in our entertainment. It is human to seek what is black and white, and for us to look at shades of grey, and push it one way or the other depending on our preconceived notions. It’s just how our brains look to eliminate uncertainty.

Which is, of course, an explanation, and not an excuse.

I know it’s disheartening. I definitely understand that, and I know it is so much easier to just not bother to write thinkpieces, to think deeply about stories, and just in general participate. I wouldn’t want anyone to do anything in their free time that they find exhausting or annoying. I get it. But I implore you, and everyone reading this, to not give up.

How else am I supposed to rain my long and ranty pieces on just how amazingly strong and sweet Sera is and how hard she is trying to understand things that had been denied her, is or just how much I appreciated that Liam was allowed to be angry without him devolving into a gross stereotype.

And for real fuck Solas tho. Jaal is a sweetheart and I don’t want to drag him into this because he is a character with his own merits, wouldn’t even mention him on the same day as Solas if I could help it because I think they have absolutely zero things in common, but, y’know, fuck Solas.

A meeting of the Sans
  • sans1 has just created the room
  • sans2 has joined the room
  • sans1: hey sans.
  • sans2: hi sans.
  • sans1: any change over in your timeline?
  • sans2: eh. not really. the kid keeps botching his genocide run.
  • sans1: they still haven't given up on that, have they?
  • sans2: in a way. they always stop at my bro, thank god. speaking of, how is he on your end? you got a pacifist run, right?
  • sans1: yeah. he's studying for his permit. undyne is teaching him the ropes.
  • sans2: niiiiiice. what caught on fire this time?
  • sans3 has joined the room
  • sans1: nothing, but they did manage to destroy an old warehouse the other day. we've been told we're saving the city millions by letting them practice in destruction zones.
  • sans3: hey sans and sans. talking about papyrus?
  • sans1: hey, sans. yeah, post-pacifist and learning to drive from undyne.
  • sans3: nice. what caught on fire this time?
  • sans1: nothing.
  • sans3: really?
  • sans2: i know, i'm so proud of him.
  • sans3: hey sans. still on botched genocide?
  • sans2: yeah. hope the kid gives up soon, it's giving me a heart attack every time they approach papyrus.
  • sans3: yeah... god i miss him.
  • sans1: don't tell me. genocide?
  • sans3: the kid's taking a break from being dunked on.
  • sans2: how many times have you won?
  • sans3: 107. i know it's only a matter of time, but isn't that approaching the record?
  • sans1: dude, i think the record was 618.
  • sans4 has joined the room
  • sans3: oh man, really? so much for my record.
  • sans4: hey guys. dunking record?
  • sans3: yup. 107.
  • sans4: dude, nice.
  • sans3: oh, actually make that 108. brb
  • sans3 has left the room
  • sans2: christ how does he keep that up?
  • sans1: i hear the sanses in the genocide runs get numb a lot faster.
  • sans2: that's hard to believe for me. i still break into a cold sweat when my papyrus is facing the kid, and he always backs down in my timeline.
  • sans4: they're still at that?
  • sans2: yeah. can we move on to a lighter topic of conversation?
  • sans4: ah man sans, i didn't mean to rattle your bones or anything.
  • sans1: tibia honest, i didn't wanna make light of your situation.
  • sans2: heh. want me to pull papyrus in here? he'd hate this.
  • sans5 has joined the room
  • sans4: nah. he deserves a break every once in awhile.
  • sans5: hey guys. can't stay for long, about to head out. just wanted to check in.
  • sans1: hey sans. what's the rush?
  • sans5: date.
  • sans2: oooooooooh
  • sans1: oh oh oh oh
  • sans4: c'mon spill the beans man
  • sans5: heh, alright. post pacifist, toriel.
  • sans4: i can relate. i'm with toriel in my timeline, too.
  • sans5: how long?
  • sans4: about two years, now. first date on your end?
  • sans5: that obvious?
  • sans4: i can't even see you and i can tell you're rattling your bones.
  • sans2: wait, who's toriel?
  • sans1: the lady behind the door.
  • sans1: let's focus on what's important right now. namely, embarrassing sans before he goes on his first date.
  • sans5: wait. what.
  • sans4: i agree totally. hey sans, toriel really likes touching the rib cage. just saying.
  • sans5: oh
  • sans4: and watch it, she's a cuddler. like, you've seen how she hugs frisk? just wait until she gets her paws on you. like being wrapped in a thick, furry blanket.
  • sans5: oooooooooh
  • sans4: and if it goes well, she has this really cute dress that
  • sans5: i came here to have a good time and i'm honestly feeling so attacked right now
  • sans2: guys if i laugh any harder i'll wake papyrus up
  • sans4: alright alright. seriously though, she prefers white wine, she'll expect a kiss at the end but she'll be fine if you're too flustered, and avoid talking about asgore, unless you immediately turn it into a pun. her favorite is the "my aim is getting better" one. if she's comfortable enough to initiate that herself, you're golden. that help?
  • sans5: yeah. thanks.
  • sans4: also, she has this sweet spot right at her thigh. she'll make this adorable bleating/giggle and you know you've got the right spot.
  • sans5: okay wow it looks like time i should go
  • sans5 has left the room
  • sans4: he'll be fine.
  • sans1: so toriel, huh? weird.
  • sans4: why's that?
  • sans1: honestly, i can't see myself with anyone but mettaton.
  • sans4: oh my god, mettaton?
  • sans2: dude. dude. whoa.
  • sans1: what? what's wrong with that?
  • sans4: my papyrus is dating mettaton in my timeline.
  • sans1: your papyrus is in a relationship? mine's aro.
  • sans2: and meanwhile i'm sitting in a timeline where papyrus just has a huge crush on the rectangle.
  • sans6 has joined the room
  • sans1: that's just... bizarre.
  • sans2: and chatting with parallel timeline versions of yourself isn't?
  • sans1: point taken.
  • sans6: hey guys. what's up?
  • sans4: quick, who are you in a relationship with?
  • sans6: uh... gaster?
  • sans2: ...
  • sans4: uh, ew.
  • sans1: whoa.
  • sans6: hey man, don't kinkshame me bro.
  • sans4: dude, he's my dad in my timeline?
  • sans6: your dad? freaky.
  • sans2: oh you poor soul. he was just my lab partner in my timeline.
  • sans1: it's... weird for me.
  • sans4: okay, i'm really curious. how weird?
  • sans1: well, "gaster" is actually the name me and pap used to call ourselves before he split into us two.
  • sans6: oh yeah, i've met a sans like that.
  • sans2: i sure haven't. when does he get on?
  • sans6: time is relative, but i think early morning?
  • sans2: ah. that explains it.
  • sans4: yeah, the only reason i get out of bed in the mornings is because toriel practically drags me out on my feet.
  • sans2: papyrus does the same for me.
  • sans6: so... wait. does this mean, from a multiversal sense, i'm engaging in both incest and selfcest?
  • sans1: hey, this is a judgement free zone dude.
  • sans3 has joined the room
  • sans4: you're the one who said not to kinkshame you.
  • sans3: back. 108 now. man i walked into a weird conversation.
  • sans2: c'mon sans, we've had weirder.
  • sans6: wait, 108 what?
  • sans4: speak for yourself. i'm getting weird mental images with me and gaster, now.
  • sans3: dunks. end of genocide route.
  • sans2: hey, remember when amalgamate sans entered the chat?
  • sans4: okay, i'll admit that was weirder.
  • sans6: and really sad. i think that was the only time alphys ever joined the chat.
  • sans1: yeah. i wonder how they're doing?
  • sans6: amalgamate sans or alphys?
  • sans1: both.
  • Core Frisk has joined the room
  • sans6: well hopefully
  • sans2: wait who's this?
  • sans1: frisk? wait, what?
  • sans4: oh, hey frisk.
  • Core Frisk: Hello Sanses. Sorry, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?
  • sans6: uh. hey kid. this is a little hard to explain, but
  • Core Frisk: Don't bother. I'm not your Frisk, anyway.
  • sans4: yeah, he's a frisk that fell into the core and now he's kinda omniscient.
  • sans1: wait, what?
  • sans3: whoa.
  • sans6: and gaster was worried about nearly falling into the core.
  • sans1: he had every right to be.
  • Core Frisk: I just wanted to pop in and saying the particular sans amalgamate you were talking about a moment ago is doing fine, in a manner of speaking. He insists that he's happy so long as Papyrus is with him.
  • sans1: that's a relief, i guess.
  • Core Frisk: Oh, and Sans? The one who's been married to Toriel for two years?
  • sans4: yeah?
  • Core Frisk: Just a heads up, sans' first date went fine, but he's plotting a revenge prank on you.
  • sans4: wow kid, that's real cool of you to let me know.
  • Core Frisk: Don't thank me. He asked me to pull the prank myself. Undyne is going to be hunting for you to get her eyepatches back.
  • sans4: what.
  • Core Frisk: if you start running now, you may just get a head-start! :-)
  • sans4: ...
  • sans4 has left the room
  • sans3: that was ice cold, kid.
  • sans6: and amazing. teach me your ways, o master of pranks.
  • Core Frisk: Aw, well I did learn from the best. Namely, you. You're gonna teach me that one in a few months when I visit you.
  • sans6: niiiiiice.
  • sans2: hey, kid? you know all possibilities across all the timelines, right?
  • Core Frisk: Yes. Your Frisk will finally quit at the King Papyrus ending. It'll be lonely for him, but so long as you're with him, he'll be fine. You're a great second-hand man and an even better brother.
  • sans2: ...i gotta run, guys. i, uh... i gotta tell my bro i love him.
  • sans2 has left the room
  • sans3: oh, same here. kid's back for more. don't tell me if i end up beating the record, i wanna find out for myself.
  • sans3 has left the room
  • sans1:, does he?
  • Core Frisk: Where would the fun be if I told you that?
  • sans1: fair enough. alright, i'd better head out. i need to go read papyrus his bedtime story.
  • sans6: and then have fun times with mettaton?
  • sans1: i'm ace.
  • sans6: oh.
  • sans1: ...i don't want to know what you do with gaster, do I?
  • Core Frisk: No, you really don't.
  • sans1: heh. alright, goodnight frisk. goodnight sans.
  • Core Frisk: Night, Sans!
  • sans6: night sans
  • sans1 has left the room
  • sans6 has left the room
  • sans7 has joined the room
  • sans7: i missed the chat again, didn't i?
  • Core Frisk: Yeah. Outertale, right?
  • sans7: ?
  • Core Frisk: Space?
  • sans7: oh. yeah. why?
  • Core Frisk: Well... I've always wanted to try out a jetpack.
  • sans7: you can jump across timelines, right?
  • Core Frisk: You HAVE met me, haven't you?
  • Core Frisk: That was a rhetorical question. I know that you've met me. Omniscient and all.
  • sans7: heh. get over here, i'll grab a pack for you.
  • Core Frisk: =D
  • Core Frisk has left the room
  • sans7 has left the room
February Horoscopes!
  • Aries: Your sexual side has been on a rise lately Aries, this is a good thing! You may not even notice that you've been feeling some type of way, everyone gets this way in some point in their life. This is a excellent month for you to explore your sexual side and build chemistry with a certain someone, if you already have a chemistry with someone then now is the time to have a talk with them about your venereal fantasies and make them come true.
  • Taurus: You are so loyal Taurus, even in the most problematic situations with somebody who may have stabbed you in the back. Very soon that is going to happen to you, it may not be tomorrow, next week, or the week after that but it is bound to happen. You are such a strong person, and your ego is huge! Don't let anyone mess with you or they may get the horns.
  • Gemini: You're going to feel really content this month Gemini, you feel relaxed and balanced. With Valentines day coming up be sure to be extra romantic and woo your way into their heart because thats what you do best Gemini. You have such a strong communication and thought process that you can easily persuade anyone and woo them with your wise word choice. But be careful, don't abuse this power or else it'll come back to bite you in the long run!
  • Cancer: You're going to make so many new connections this month Cancer, even strengthened your current ones. There may be some days where you feel like you can't handle whatever stress that may occur in your personal life but ignore that negativity, if you ever feel negative energy thats overwhelming you I recommend meditating and clearing all of it out. If you're not into that, then take frequent long baths this month and light a candle and clear your mind. If you hadn't notice Cancer, but every time any part of your physical body is touching water your mood stabilizes and your suddenly mellow after a few minutes you may not even realize it.
  • Leo: Your personal love life has been confusing for you Leo, you don't know what you want. This month will focus on your affection for others, at times you can be insensitive and you don't even realize it, if you are in a relationship or talking to anyone be careful what you say to them Leo because the outcome will not be so good. If you have your eyes set on anyone ask them out on a date and see where it leads, this may sound cliché, but love is in the air.
  • Virgo: A certain someone has been on your mind a lot Virgo, you don't know why? You're aching for this person, don't be shy to confront them about how you feel Virgo. If you do end up confronting them about your unknown feelings lately and it doesn't turn out the way you hoped it would, don't worry because this world is full of so many possibilities. Each action you make has a consequence wether its for the good or bad, every choice you or any person makes in life has a outcome.
  • Libra: You're going to be such a little sweetheart this month Libra, and your fashion taste is going to sky rocket off the charts to the point where people compliment you on the clothes you are wearing. If you ever feel down this month Libra suck it up because a sweetheart like you shouldn't be down in the dumps over someone/something
  • Scorpio: You're either Mad/Angry/Sad/ or just Neutral Scorpio. BUT, this month there is no time for anger or neutralness! You're going to feel so giddy for most part every day and you're going to appreciate the little things about each person in your life. If you are in a relationship try not to over compliment your lover or they may feel uncomfortable, if you are single then you should most definitely go out and get to know other people. If you do decide to do this, a potential love interest will soon be coming your way!!!
  • Sagittarius: I know sometimes you say things without thinking but its alright, a lot of us make the same mistake Sagittarius. You should focus on your dreams, you may have been having strange vivid dreams lately. Take this as a sign of some sort Sagittarius, keep a dream journal and try to record every detail in your dreams this month, it may give you a prediction of your future.
  • Capricorn: Don't take everything so serious Capricorn, loosen up a bit and relax! Your defensive systems have been up but now is the time to take them down just a notch, and just take whatever is coming your way hit you. If you ever feel like its too much you can always put your defensives back up Capricorn. A certain someone may have been aggravating you lately and is ticking off your extreme emotions, if this is ever the case make sure to tell them to stop making you feel this way and you want it to end.
  • Aquarius: You feel so free Aquarius like a bird soaring its wings through the clear blue sky, you can't explain why you feel this way. Even birds have to come to a stop at some point when it comes to flying right? Why don't you go out more often and appreciate the beautiful things in this world even though us humans are making it a bad place, also you should try having more discussions about certain things Aquarius because I know at some point you don't even know what to say. So don't feel shy, let all your thoughts roam out of your mouth and into the ears of others.
  • Pisces: A person from the past has entered your life again Pisces, this person has been on your mind constantly now. Why is that? They have this sexual attraction to them that just calls you closer, but be sure of your feelings Pisces because it might not even be a person thats back in your life but now perhaps a new and fresh face or even a close friend. If you are in a relationship at the moment your sexual side is going to be flipped on majority of the time so be prepared if you're ever feeling... Ya know.

anonymous asked:

I want to read a really dark jonrya fic. I want a jon with the same passion he has for arya in the canon, but without a moral compass. Like you know the one with ' if i can't get the girl, i'll not let her be anyone else's'

So…Since I got several requests asking for a dark Jon, mad Jon, feral Jon, I’ve combined your prompt and @amster-l “ After resurrection Jon act like animal: growls, bares his teeth and etc. And he is very jealous about Arya” to make this piece. I hope you’ll enjoy it.

He hasn’t been the same since he was brought back to life. Maybe it was some sort of side effect of being too long sharing Ghost’s mind and body. His men would often whisper in fear that he had become more animal that human and with good reason to do so.

The North had a new king and it was his duty to send the message that no one would ever defy the name Stark or Snow again.

Every morning he would look at the bodies rotting at the gates. Bolton and his son stood in the middle of the arrangement like the most valuable jewels in the North. Soon he would add some Freys to the composition and perhaps even have a pie made of them, just like in the stories Old Nad used to tell him. Just the way Arya liked them.

Jon could still remember the taste of Ramsay’s blood in his tongue as Jon licked his fingers after his knife cut through Bolton’s flesh. Even the King in The North had to admit that flaying someone alive had some poetry to it. The ultimate satisfaction it could provide at every scream in repayment for what Bolton had done to the land and for daring threat Jon and demand him to give Arya back.

I want my bride back…

Those words had sentenced both bastards to death in the end, but Jon was more familiar with hell and its mysteries than Bolton would ever be.

As if she has ever been his. As if Arya has ever belonged to anyone but me.

At that thought he could help a growl. Another side effect, he supposed. He had became greedy and territorialist beyond recognition.

He was so distracted that he barely registered the sound of steps coming his way.

“Bran insists upon an audience with you.” Her voice dragged him back to reality and made his heart beats faster. His mouth went dry almost immediately, even though he hasn’t turned to see her concerned face looking back at him. “We should assemble a gathering and decide it with the lords already, Jon. It isn’t fair for us to wait indefinitely.”

“I never knew Brandon craved for a crown that much.” He finally turned to face her frown. She was worried. More than that, she was having problems to deal with the man he had become to the point of fearing him. That kind of thing hurt more than the scars in his body. “You look lovely, even with a frown.”

“It’s his birthright and mine, no matter what you have to say.” Arya replied fiercely, while ignoring his attempts of gallantry. She was just protecting her baby brother and yet it had been enough to poison Jon’s blood with rage. She should be on his side. Always. Forever.

“It wasn’t Brandon the one to drag the bastard out of this castle, or even the all mighty warg who defeated Bolton’s army. If we are to talk about rights, why don’t we mention the rights of conquest?” Jon replied while trying to keep his anger under control. “Fear not. I won’t kick you both out of here. This is our home, after all.”

“What about Reed?” Arya finally addressed the matter he was trying so hard to avoid. “You are not a Stark and with those letters and the sigil…What are we supposed to do with all that? Ignore?”

“For all I care, yes!” He growled back at her, finally letting his most animalistic traces to emerge. “I don’t care about what Reed and those papers say! I am Jon and my blood is as much Stark as yours. Robb made me a Stark in his will and also his heir! If I hear one more thing about Brandon’s rights I’ll send him to the Citadel to become a fucking maester!”

“Would you really do this?” Arya looked him straight in the eyes with an inner strength that he wasn’t used to. That wasn’t the little girl who used to be so unsure of her place in the world. That wasn’t the nameless assassin or the orphan who ran away from King’s Landing. Arya had finally embraced her identity and everything that came attached to it, which meant she was a ferocious young woman, ready to bite her way to power if she had to. “What about my rights? What am I, if not Bran’s legitimate heir in this? Will you usurp me as well?”

At that she had him trapped in his own farce. How could he explain it to her without sounding as a lunatic? He had done everything for her and only her. If Arya was a free woman it was because he had uncovered Bolton’s plot and made of Winterfell a secure place for them to live in. She had the birthright, but the lords would be unwilling to follow a cripple boy and a young woman, no matter how capable they were.

“You won’t even be considered as long as Bran and I are alive. No matter how capable you are, the lords will look at you and see a woman.” Jon tried to sound reasonable and calm, but all to no avail. “What is it that you want, Arya? What do I have to do in order to have your support?”

“I’m not sure if you realized, but you are asking me to betray my brother and support your claim when you are not even a Stark!” She didn’t even raise her voice to confront him and yet Arya sounded much more like a monarch than he did. She never failed to make him proud, even when they stood in opposite sides.

“There was a time you used to call me brother too. I suppose I’ll have to get used with the idea that we are not siblings after all.” Those words were knifes cutting thru his heart and yet they were the same words that had broken him free from the guilty he felt whenever he looked at her and saw a desirable woman.

“You are putting me in a terrible place.” She said as if she still cared about him and that was a sweet thing to think. “I understand your side and I can even agree that you might be our best option as King, but I can’t neglect Bran. What will be of him and what will be of me in this scenario? Are we supposed to depend on your mercy forever?”

“Fear not, my dear.” He sighed in frustration. “I can’t conceive the idea of a life in which you are not by my side.” His voice was full with resolution and purpose. “I’ll make sure Bran will be treated accordingly to his rank and needs. I’m even considering marry him to either Lyanna Mormont or Meera Reed. Whomever he likes best. He will be a lord and an important member of my council. Does it sound like a terrible thing?”

“What about me?” Arya insisted as if he was somehow depriving her of her dignity, or something just as valuable. “Am I to become a prisoner in my own house, so you’ll have a guarantee that Bran will never rebel against you?”

“What?” Jon asked cautiously and slightly surprised by the accusation. “Why would you think that?”

“You have been spying on my correspondence and even preventing the maester to send them. Don’t even try to deny it. I’ve found a number of them in your cabinet.” She accused him bluntly. “I would appreciate if you allow me some privacy.”

“I don’t follow you around the castle or invade your room for you to accuse me of violating your privacy. This is rather unfair.” Jon tried to minimize the gravity of his actions, and yet Arya looked at him unimpressed and still angry. “Besides…There was a time in which we had no secrets between us.”

“There was also a time in which we completed each other’s sentences and you would mess up with my hair. It perfectly clear that you chose to distrust us and this is something that can only weaken this family.”

“So…Now I’m family? I’m confused, my dear.” He replied in angry disdain. “I trust no one in this world but you, Arya.” He gave a step toward her. If Arya was afraid of his approximation, she never let it show.

Jon touched her face with his ice cold hands, making Arya shrink a bit. He cupped her cheek, feeling the warmth of her creamy skin as his thumb rubbed the faint pink shade of her cheekbones gently.

“It’s not you whom I don’t trust, but those you correspond with.” He said with a hint of indulgency. “Why does Edric Dayne insist upon writing you so often? What interest could the Lord of Starfall have in you?”

“He…” Arya took a deep breath as if considering her words. “He knows someone how could provide testimony on your true parentage. I was trying to secure this piece of evidence just in case.”

“Yes…Wylla, isn’t it?” He smiled at her without humor. “It was not that what troubled me. No…I guess it had something to do with the part in which he wrote you a poem. He has quite a talent with words, I dare say. He just doesn’t have much sense of self-preservation.”

“Why would you even bother about a poem?” At that Jon grinned at her like a savage beast. His bare teeth displaying all the anger and violent nature of a wolf being threatened in his territory.

Jon grabbed her chin tightly, but Arya didn’t even blink at his sudden display of lack of control.

“Do you see those bodies rotting outside?” He asked through his teeth. His fingers relaxed a bit before he held head between his hands and put his forehead against hers. “Do you know why I’ve made such a monumental display of their tragedy?”

“Because you want the world to know that the North is ruled by a violent mad man.” Arya replied bitterly.

“No, my love.” He whispered indulgently. “I want the world to know what I will do to anyone who dare lay a claim on you.”

“You are truly mad.” She answered with her eyes shut. She smelled of dried roses, pinewood and a faint note of blood. “We never needed this between us, Jon.” Her delicate hand caressed his face like a gentle breeze. “I know it has been…Difficult. If you are to remain as King in the North, you’ll have to let go of me at some point and…” Her words trembled as he felt her tears with the tip of his thumbs. “We must get used to the idea that at some point we will have to say goodbye once more.”

“I forbid you to even consider such a thing!” He answered harshly. “You are not leaving me, not now, nor ever! Do you understand me?!”

“This simply can’t be. The sooner you let me go, the sooner we will be able to overcome this…Sickness we share.” Arya insisted.

“No. No, you won’t leave me!” He finally lost it in a scream. “You are mine and I am yours! If everything Reed said about me is truth than everything becomes too clear for me. You are afraid of what will be of you under my reign, so let me make it simple. I will make a queen out of you.” His voice sounded almost feral and deranged. “All those faces and names you once used…Forget them all. You will be remembered forever as Queen Arya of Winterfell. If the North demands a trueborn Stark in the Winter Throne, then I’ll give them one. You will rule by my side and protect me with your name while I’ll grant you all the power and recognition you might want. Be my wild and savage queen. March to war by my side if you like. Give me sons and daughters to carry our names for generations to come so the world will know that ours is the Song of Ice and Fire!”

“That means that you’ll have to claim the Targaryen name.” Arya tried to sound reasonable. “This means war.”

“I don’t care.” He said in a low and desolated tone. “I would fight my way to hell if that meant a chance of having you for myself. I won’t make excuses or apologize for loving you as I do. If anything, loving and desiring someone from my own kin is nothing but my birthright as a Targaryen.”

“What if I don’t want to be a queen? Have you considered that?” Arya questioned him bitterly.

Jon held her head firmly in place once Arya questioned his intentions. His mouth claimed hers in a voracious kiss that could only be described as immoral. Blindly he pressed her body against the nearest wall while trying to immobilize her arms.

Soon they were breathless, but their lips were still so close that they could almost touch.

“I never said this was something up to discussion.” He whispered to her dangerously. “I’m not asking you to be mine. I’m merely informing you that you already are, my love.”

anonymous asked:

I'm not too sure on how to word it buuuttt What would Hidan, Deidara, Sasori, Kakuzu, Itachi and Pain do if they had a chubbier s/o that hid their insecurity, but it finally spilled after holding it in for so long. Sorry if it's against any of the rules, I'm on mobile so I can't seem to find them

A/N: You requested perfectly fine, lovely! It’s not against the rules at all, so not to worry lovely! Sorry for taking awhile to make your request! I hope that you enjoy what I’ve come up with, thanks for your request. And, I just want everyone of my followers and anyone who reads this to know that no matter what your body stature or size is, you’re absolutely stunning and I love you very much! 💙

P.S: Sorry that some of them are remarkably longer than others (*cough* *cough* Hidan’s, it’s just there’s more to write for some characters than others.)

Originally posted by narutoquotess

Not my gif! Gif credit goes to it’s rightful and amazing creator

*Warning! Swearing Ahead (Probably mainly just in Hidan’s)!*


Hidan isn’t very, so to speak, “prudent” or “thoughtful” of others, - unless he’s inflicting pain on them through his rituals-. So, in my opinion, Hidan wouldn’t notice at first if you were feeling insecure.

It wouldn’t be until it spilled out and/if you were sobbing about it that he would notice. He’d be very distant and amateurish with this topic. He’s not very comforting or considerate of others, so providing you with comfort would be incredibly difficult for him.

What the hell is with the waterworks all of a sudden?”, “What are you doing?”, “Did some fucker hurt you?” or something along the lines of that would be uttered from Hidan.

Once you finished explaining, Hidan would grow angry. “Who’s the fucker that made you think this way? I’ll kill them, make them scream in pain like a little bitch. They better pray to whatever Higher that they believe in, because Jashin won’t show them any mercy.” he’d spit.

Once he calms down, eventually. He’d show you in his own Hidan way that there’s nothing wrong you with. He’d probably have sex with you to show you how desirable you are, point out how other males/females look at you, - even though it makes him really jealous and possessive-, and he’d probably ask you “How do I do this? What I mean… er… dammit! How do I make you feel… better? Fucking hell! This can’t be so hard can it?!

His efforts would be humorous which would make you smile, because Hidan would try making you feel better in some sort of way, - even if he wasn’t being gentle or attentive-.


Deidara would know that something was up with you, but he wouldn’t press on about it unless he was aware that you were hurting inside. He’d probably wait for you to approach him about the topic.

If it spilled out and you were crying about the topic, he’d spring into action; cursing the person who started the insecurity, ensuring you that there is nothing wrong with your weight or body stature. He’d do his best to be understanding and comforting.

You’re like a piece of art that the universe has created. You’re the only creation that I’d never blow up… Dammit! Don’t tell Sasori that I said that! Art should definitely explode! But… you better not, un.” he’d blabber on and on for ages, but he’d fit in sweet things to say about you regarding art and how he wouldn’t want to make you explode.

He’d be cheesy, molding small clay figurines of you. He’d say something like: “See? This is art at it’s finest. It’s modeled after you, the most gorgeous, beautiful and sexy person that I know, un.” he’d grin into your ear.


If it was apparent to Sasori, he wouldn’t really make it evident that he knew. He’s rather cold and aloof character, so he wouldn’t exactly feel much for such a topic or be able to relate to it, since he finds himself to be perfect, - since he’s a puppet-.

However, if he noticed that you were unhappy and crying over it, he’d take his time to listen to you. He’d listen to every word that you’d utter, growing a bit impatient if you took you stumbled, but he’d stay quiet.

He’d feel curious as to why you feel that way, but do his absolute best to let you know that you’re perfect to him.

There is no point in me changing your body into one like mine. You may not last forever, but, the warmth and smoothness of your skin is gorgeous, the stature and size, weight… it’s… it’s just… perfect.” he’d breathe out lovingly into your ear, his tone indifferent, but he really was doing his best to reassure you.

Sasori would be irritated if you could not see what he see’s, but he wouldn’t be harsh. He’d probably make puppets modeled after his s/o, showing his s/o that they’re more than worthy of being inspiration for his art.


Kakuzu would definitely not notice until it’s too late. His mind is always on one thing… money.

However, Kakuzu would find it bothersome at first, not because his s/o is sharing their feelings with him, but the fact that she has this insecurity really irritates him. He see’s that there’s nothing wrong with his lover.

He’d surprise you, taking you out to stores where he’d buy you clothes that would show off your figure in the best of ways with his own money.

His response to this would seem harsh, but there’d be an underlying attentiveness to it. “Feel lucky, because all of this didn’t come cheap.” he’d grumble out, setting down the bags. “I know money doesn’t buy any happiness, - for most people-, but hopefully… hopefully this may help.

He’d spend his day/night watching his s/o try on all of the clothes he’d bought them that would prominently flatter their figure. He’d give brief hurried comments on before handing them another outfit. He’d seem disinterested but that’s just grouchy Kakuzu talking.

On the last outfit, he’d stand up, a smirk forming on his stitched face as he slowly walks towards his lover. He’d pull them close, his lips skimming their ear before he huskily breathes; “Your body is the definition of perfect.” he’d make you look in the mirror, seeing for once everything that he saw about you. He’d be content with the smile on your face.

Now, if anybody could put a bounty on you for your head, they wouldn’t be able to come up with a sum. You’re priceless, no matter what; and I honestly assure you of that.” his words would be a bit morbid, but they definitely have a tint of sweetness to them.


At a sudden change of emotion, Itachi would know what was up. He would do his best to uncover what it was by analyzing you. If he’d figure it out by himself, he’d be very attentive and sweet, - without you being aware of it-, he’d be comforting you, ensuring that you knew just how gorgeous your body is.

If you opened up to him, he would be passive, though he’d feel upset that you were feeling down and insecure about your physical state. He’d offer as many things as he could, to which will help you feel better and guide you to see how beautiful you are.

I don’t think Itachi would be the type to judge you on your physicality. He’d love you for being who you are, physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually.

He’d shower his s/o in their favorite foods, gifts, and definitely hold them and whisper sweet nothings into their ear. He would also do his best to shower you with as many compliments as he can.

He wouldn’t be able to go to sleep at night or leave his s/o without making sure that they feel 100% adored and loved.


Pein is the type to take on others pain, he would surely attempt to take some of the hurt that you feel from being insecure about your body. He’d be very sympathetic and sweet to you.

He’d do things that would surely aid you in becoming more confident with your build, speaking words of encouragement, too.

You are beautiful, no matter what anyone else or yourself says. Nobody can take away your inner or outer beauty, it shall always be present, whether you are aware of that or not.” he’d murmur into your ear. “I cannot promise you that your insecurities or pain will go away soon, but someday they’ll blossom into love of yourself.” he’d continue sweetly.

Pein would most likely do anything that his would help his s/o feel better and see how beautiful they are. If it did help, he’d lay there with his s/o and hold them, letting them cuddle with him until they knew just how much he loved them.

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Garrett and Marian Banters - Mark of the Assassin
  • Fenris: Manservant...
  • Isabela: Aw, Fenris got his feelings hurt
  • Tallis: It's just a cover
  • Fenris: I'd like to cover him with six feet
  • Marian: Seems a bit excessive. Where are you planning on getting all these extra feet? I'm not donating mine to the cause. Or are you hiding more on you, aside from the two attached to your legs?
  • Fenris: It seems that the last six years have not dulled your absurdity, Marian
  • ---
  • Marian: Remind me why we're /looking/ for the big scaly things that can kill us?
  • Garrett: You wanted to impress a cute elf
  • Tallis: You think I'm cute?
  • Fenris: *smugly* Unless you have suddenly taken to referring to yourself as 'he' and 'him', then I am afraid you are out of luck on that front
  • Garrett: They were /her/ words, not mine
  • Marian: What, she /is/ cute!
  • ---
  • Tallis: I told her not to touch it! What part of that didn't she understand?!
  • Garrett: You clearly don't know my sister. With her 'don't touch anything' means 'touch everything'
  • Tallis: But that makes no sense!
  • Garrett: You didn't grow up with her
  • ---
  • Tallis: So are you married?
  • Marian: Are you talking to me? Really?
  • Tallis: Well, it's just- You're the Champion of Kirkwall, or one of them anyway. Big. Important. I don't know... just wondering if there was a wife behind the throne?
  • Marian: *laughs uncontrollably* As if I'd be able to stand through the ceremony long enough!
  • Tallis: So the stories are true
  • Marian: Come on, I thought everyone and their grandma knew I have the attention span of a nug!
  • Tallis: I meant that you snort when you giggle
  • Isabela: Ooh, you got caught out Birdie!
  • Marian: Blast, my darkest secret revealed!
  • Garrett: That's nothing. When we were children, she used to- Hmph!
  • Marian: And that's enough out of you, little brother
  • ---
  • Tallis: So... you and Marian are together?
  • Isabela: Yep
  • Tallis: But you have no interest in marrying her?
  • Isabela: Why would I? I don't need a piece of paper to prove anything, and I hate being tied down
  • Tallis: And her flirting with me doesn't bother you? At all?
  • Isabela: So long as you ask nicely and promise not to steal her away, I'll share. There's a lot of Birdie to go around
  • Marian: Love ya Queenie
  • Isabela: *laughs* I love you too Birdie
  • ---
  • Marian and Garrett: What?
  • Tallis: You really are twins, aren't you?
  • Garrett: Is that why you were staring?
  • Marian: But we're identical in every way!
  • Isabela: Might want to look down Birdie, I think you've lost your beard
  • Marian: Blast, not again
  • Garrett: You can borrow mine if you like
  • Marian: What, and get Fenris cooties all over my face? No thanks
  • ---
  • Isabela: I heard something interesting the other night. About Castillion
  • Marian: You have pretty eyes
  • Isabela: Don't even try that on me Birdie. What did you and Fenris do?
  • Fenris: We did nothing. It was a complete accident
  • Marian: He ran into my knife
  • Isabela: Birdie, you didn't!
  • Fenris: *smugly* He ran into her knife ten times
  • ---
  • Marian: You've done something with your hair. It looks... different
  • Isabela: What? My hair always looks like this
  • Marian: No, it's usually sleeker... Straighter... Is that how it naturally looks?
  • Isabela: Ugh, Andraste's granny pants...
  • Marian: It looks gorgeous. You should leave it like that more often
  • Isabela: ...You think so?
  • Marian: Absolutely Queenie. I mean it
  • Isabela: Oh stop you, before I feel grateful enough to drag you into the bushes for some private time
  • ---
  • Tallis: So are /you/ married?
  • Garrett: Are you trying to see if I snort when I laugh too?
  • Tallis: *laughs* Damn he saw right through me. But... in all seriousness you /are/ one of the most important people in Kirkwall. Just curious
  • Garrett: Well, I'm not. Though I might have someone in mind
  • Tallis: So why are you not-?
  • Garrett: The situation in Kirkwall is precarious. There'll be time enough for that later, just... not now
  • ---
  • Tallis: So, you and Garrett?
  • Fenris: Must you poke your nose where it does not belong?
  • Tallis: I'm just curious
  • Fenris: Take your curiosity elsewhere. Our affairs are not yours
  • ---
  • Garrett: How do you stand it?
  • Marian: By putting it on its legs
  • Garrett: *groans* Not the table, I meant these parties. I just- ugh, how could you possibly enjoy it?
  • Marian: How could I enjoy fine clothes, free food and all the gossip in Thedas? How could you not?
  • Garrett: The free food is nice, I suppose
  • ---
  • Marian: Don't turn around
  • Garrett: Fifi De Launcet?
  • Marian: Dulci actually. She looks like she's itching to come here and complain about something. Maybe because you didn't shave?
  • Garrett: Ugh
  • ---
  • Marian: Ah wine, excellent. I need to be even more plastered than I thought before this is over
  • Garrett: Is there a reason you're taking /my/ wine glass?
  • Marian: Mine had an unfortunate encounter with Lady Thrennhold's dress. Took a mind of its own when she implied that someone needed to fix your 'unkempt appearance'
  • Garrett: What's unkempt about it?
  • Marian: Your hair mostly. Particularly the hair on your face
  • Garrett: We can't all compete with Duke Prosper over who has the most impressive facial hair
  • ---
  • Garrett: Avoid that Comte if you can; the old one sitting on that bench over there. He was saying some... rather unpleasant things earlier
  • Marian: Like what?
  • Garrett: Nothing too awful, but...
  • Marian: Gary...
  • Garrett: He was complaining about your... sense of humour
  • Marian: What's wrong with it?
  • Garrett: You really need to ask? Don't worry. I took care of it
  • Marian: What did you-?
  • Garrett: You'll see when he tries standing up
  • ---
  • Marian: I can't believe you
  • Garrett: Hm?
  • Marian: All these years, and I thought you had no sense of humour
  • Garrett: Ah, the Comte is having a little trouble with his breeches is he?
  • Marian: *laughs* The guards had to hold candles under the bench for a good ten minutes until the ice thawed. And the whole time he complained about the state of his privates. Seriously Gary, that was downright diabolical
  • Garrett: Anything for my big sister
  • ---
  • Marian: *sniggers* Knickers
  • Garrett: Making friends?
  • Marian: I already know most of the people here, but I only just wormed the knickers story out of Fifi de Launcet. Meanwhile, you seem to be acquainting yourself with the buffet
  • Garrett: It's one of the most interesting guests here that doesn't question our choices in lovers. But I did see someone interesting. Do you remember Sister Leliana?
  • Marian: From the Lothering Chantry, the one Carver fancied? Why are you...? /No/
  • Garrett: Just over there, in the pink dress. I almost didn't recognise her, but I'm sure it's the same Leliana
  • Marian: I didn't realise Chantry sisters attended high society parties
  • Garrett: What's more is that Tallis seemed to know her
  • Marian: I get the feeling that this is something we should keep our noses out of for once
  • Garrett: Agreed
  • ---
  • Marian: Leopold is going to be a wyvern with a very unhappy tummy
  • Garrett: Once you're done messing with the wyvern's lunch, can we move on before the cook realises you lied to her?
  • ---
  • Tallis: You know what you're doing. Who trained you?
  • Marian: My mother, believe it or not. Apparently you learn a few things about stealth when you sneak out to meet your apostate lover on a regular basis
  • Garrett: Wait, /mother/ taught you how to do this? Since when?
  • Marian: You had your training, I had mine
  • ---
  • Marian: *sigh* Why is it always the cute ones?
  • Isabela: Didn't you know? It's in the job description for being the backstabbing rogue
  • Marian: Well that explains a few things
  • ---
  • Garrett: More of these things?
  • Marian: You be careful brother dearest, else I'll think you're missing the Orlesians
  • Garrett: I think I'll take the nasty little gremlins thanks
  • Fenris: Is there a difference?
  • Isabela: *giggles* Ghast-hole
  • ---
  • Garrett: I get the feeling you wanting to help Tallis has less to do with protecting innocents and more to do with getting in her pants
  • Marian: *indignant gasp* How could you say such a thing? Do you really think I would be so selfish as to-?
  • Garrett: Yes
  • Isabela: Yes
  • Fenris: Yes
  • Marian: ...well okay maybe a little
  • Garrett: And you're okay with this Isabela?
  • Isabela: What? It's not like she didn't ask me first. Birdie might be a horny little shit, but she always makes sure I'm okay with it before she goes chasing after anyone
  • Marian: We do this thing called 'communicating.' You know, the thing you and Fenris recently learned how to do
  • Isabela: Only took you three years of blue balls to manage it
  • Garrett: Bela!
  • ---
  • Fenris: When you were speaking with Tallis about marriage... You said you had someone in mind
  • Garrett: I did
  • Fenris: And might I ask...?
  • Garrett: *sigh* Of course I meant you Fenris, why would I ever even entertain the idea of anyone else?
  • Fenris: ...Do you mean that? You would wish for us to marry?
  • Garrett: Yes, but only if that's what you want
  • Fenris: I ah... I merely thought that-
  • Garrett: Fenris, if I wasn't completely serious about us, about being with you, do you think I would have waited for three years?
  • Fenris: You make an excellent point. Perhaps we shall discuss it further later... Away from present company
  • Marian: Oh please don't stop on our account
  • Isabela: Keep going, I need to write this down. Varric will be green with envy that he missed /this/
  • Tallis: As romantic as this is, and as nice as the warm fuzzy feelings are, we do have to stop Salit. Like, right now
Your Secret Santa

summary: as a result of boredom and christmas coming up, you decide to start the tradition of secret santa with the avengers. after receiving the slip of who you’ll be giving the present to, you can’t help but panic as you realize that the person you’ll be giving the gift to is your crush, bucky.

warnings: none, just a lot of fluff and cheese!

words: 3166

a/n: i’m a bit rusty as i haven’t written in basically forever, but enjoy!

Originally posted by monstacookies

With a sigh, you plopped onto the soft and comfortable couch before grabbing a pillow and holding it tightly against your chest, resting your head on it with a pout. “Guys, we’ve been sitting here for god knows how long with no new ideas.” You spoke releasing another loud sigh.

“I agree with Y/N, we’ve finished watching all the TV shows and films on Netflix and I don’t think that anyone in the entire world has done that yet, so we might as well be in the Guinness World Records. Is there anything else that we can do but sit here all day and think of nothing?” Tony asked, plopping onto the couch as well.

All of the Avengers were sitting in the living room, surrounded by Christmas stocking, trees, and everything else that’s festive. The lights that were strung upon the fireplace and the entirety of the apartment was illuminating with shades of red, green, and yellow.

A lightbulb sparked above your head, your eyes widening before you let out a small smile. “I’ve got an idea!” You spoke, sitting up properly and putting the pillow you held tightly to your chest to the side. “Since it’s almost Christmas, wanna do the tradition of Secret Santa?”

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anonymous asked:

you can't be transphobic and a feminist. Trans people need feminism more than anyone and you're just a bastard

I’m not transphobic. However, I recognize that trans men and women’s individual methods of surviving within a patriarchy won’t make one whit of difference on the macroscopic scale of class/caste liberation. Just like the fact that I don’t wear makeup is also an individual choice that will not bring patriarchy low on its own.

There’s also the issue of colonization of women’s* safe spaces. First off, it’s an actual issue of safety. Everyone who says, “There have been zero instances of trans women attacking women in safe spaces,” is either lying or hasn’t done their due diligence. From The New Backlash (which I highly recommend reading from the beginning as it explains the radfem view of transgender issues in an accessible manner) (emphasis in original):

Of course, since claims of transgender identity do not require any pursuit of medical transition, in practice “trans inclusion” just means “male inclusion” - and even males who have undergone medical transition have first undergone male socialization. This scientific study found that males who undergo SRS retain a “male pattern regarding criminality,including violent crime. And while I do not agree with this blogger’s framing of transsexuality and criminality, her compilation of documented incidents of transwomen’s crimes against women is necessary reading for anyone calling women “irrationally bigoted” for recognizing that male bodies bring male socialization and that male socialized people, as a class, are dangerous to women. [Another bracing compilation here.]

When public restrooms were first introduced, they were for men only. Women were prevented from full access to the world outside the home because, well, you can only go so long before going, right? And an area where woman’s nether regions are exposed, as a bathroom is, is definitely a space where she is more at risk of sexual violence. It took hard work to get sex-segregated spaces that not only allowed women access to the public sphere, but access that didn’t come with the explicit threat of rape. Those are two different things, and more often than not women are told they must settle for the former. I do not accept this.

I also do not accept the shift of blame that happens from the men, who are the ones committing actual violence against trans people, to the women who are only trying to stay safe. You say one cannot look at a trans woman and see anything other than a female and still be feminist, but you are wrong. One cannot go about hating women and still be feminist. Allow me to provide you with some examples from that same page I linked above:

Not creepy at all! I’m totally okay with my daughter changing in the same room as these lovely folks. </sarcasm>

Shutting down a rape crisis hotline definitely sounds like something a feminist would do.

But not saying “male-bodied” hides the fact that a person with masculine socialization (i.e. a male-bodied person) once again sexually assaulted a woman. It erases the banality and normality of the fact that violence flows from males to females at a much higher rate than the other way.

Femininists don’t typically consider it a feminist act to promote people who rape children…. Just sayin’….

Also, did you know that you’re not actually allowed to have a sexual preference? If you’re a lesbian, you’re actually transphobic. Really.

The term “straight” to imply attraction to the “opposite” (quotes because we’re not actually opposites) sex fits right in with this line of thinking too.

But now I want you to think about my father for a moment. He’s a straight, white male who identifies as a man. However, he often jokes of being a lesbian in a man’s body. Do you know what a mind-fuck it was to find out that to some people that is not a joke? Like, there are actual people out there who believe you can be a lesbian stuck in a man’s body. BTW, my dad uses that joke to say that he’s straight. He likes women and is a man.

Obvs it’s not exactly the same thing, but it kinda is. Here.

If my father had a filthier mouth and watched porn (*fingers in ears* la lala lala) this is what he would say.

Very woman.

“WOMEN WON’T SLEEP WITH US!!!! WAH!!!” Where have I heard that before? 

Maybe you’re right. I don’t like sucking dick either. I guess I must be transphobic.

…The layers on this one. Forced impregnation is a feminist issue. It is one of the main ways men oppress women. So, basically, if you don’t put yourself at risk of pregnancy, you’re transphobic. ….Yeah, never gonna hear me say that’s a feminist way of looking at things…

The next thing we have is girlhood, which apparently doesn’t exist because trans women say it doesn’t. (Since they went through boyhood.)

Of course, that’s idiotic. Every female person I know (though not every female person, of course) has passed through the uncomfortable curtain of turning into a woman. This is when men you don’t know begin to notice you and treat you like a sex object while you are still a child. Like the time a random stranger pet my hair while I was browsing the shelves of a bookstore or when a man snuck up behind my daughter and put his meaty hand on her shoulder. (Here’s the story in her own words.)

So, even if autogynephilia wasn’t a thing, this *waves hand at examples above* is still not something I’d be okay with. But when you add the fact that autogynephilia does exist, and that paraphilias occur much more commonly in male people than female people, it only makes sense that there are something like three times as many trans women as there are trans men. (To be clear, I do not believe all transgender people are autogynephilic, but some of them definitely are. And yes, I’m thinking of Jenner’s uber sexualized photoshoot.)

No, I’m not okay with someone attempting to be accepted as a woman for their own masturbatory satisfaction. And I’m definitely not okay with it being called feminism.

Also, I know perfectly well who both of my parents** are and they’re still married, thanks.

* I use the word “woman” to mean “adult human female” and “trans woman” to mean “adult human male who says they feel like a female.”

**  No hate meant for those who are technically bastards, just pointing out yet another factual error.

Legitimate Zodiac Advice
  • Aries: Just because you're not as strong as you think you are doesn't mean you can't become as strong as you want to be. Just because someone else isn't as strong as you think you have to be doesn't mean they're dragging you down. Let your heart grow; it is new and fragile, but it will make you strong.
  • Taurus: You don't need to be angry to be strong, or right, or interesting or worthwhile. Your anger is choking you, let it go. You are a garden -- find peace and you will bloom in a thousand different colors. It is never too late to realize you are worth more than you pretend to be.
  • Gemini: You don't need to make people like your emotions for your emotions to be important; you don't need to sell your heart for it to be important. Go ahead and laugh without explaining it. Go ahead and cry without apologizing. Maybe try it once or twice and see how you like it first -- it's okay not to like something, too.
  • Cancer: Love is a two way street. You are not the provider, or the nurturer or the damsel. You are not just one thing. Stop shunting people into roles -- we are all so much more complicated than that. You and me and everyone else -- we are all more than the aggressor and the aggressed. Forgive yourself; you do not have to forgive everyone else, but maybe someday you will want to, and then it will be good to have practice. Forgiveness is hard. Learn to forgive yourself first.
  • Leo: You are not perfect, it is okay to make mistakes. People are not always watching. Give yourself room to breathe. Learn to accept the parts of yourself you won't let anyone see. Love the things you keep hidden as much as you love the things you leave out in the light. Smile at the mirror today. It's going to be a good day.
  • Virgo: Whatever I tell you to do, you're just going to do the opposite, but maybe take a bath. Talk about the things you blame yourself for. Talk about the things you blame other people for. Get everything off your chest. You have a tight fist on your temper, but sometimes it's time to let go. If you feel dirty, get clean. If you feel out of control, brush your hair and put your room in order. Don't take it out on other people, and don't take it out on yourself. Tomorrow is a new day.
  • Scorpio: You don't need to force yourself to be complicated, or to be weird. Stop rebelling against the mainstream for shallow reasons. For once, stand for something other than conflict. Stand for peace, stand for the mist left at the edge of the forest after dawn, stand for beauty and acceptance. Stop trying to control the things you don't understand; stop running away from the person you want to be. It takes work to reach your ideals -- learn to be more responsible, please. Wearing caution tape doesn't make you less responsible for hurting the people you care about.
  • Sagittarius: You're a good person when you want to be. Sometimes it's hard to keep wanting to be, though. You can do it. I believe in you, and your family believes in you. The only ones saying you can't do it are the ones who don't know you. Maybe that includes you -- it's okay if you need to get to know yourself again every once in a while. It's okay if you forget -- just learn who you are again.
  • Capricorn: Stop hiding from yourself. You'll just be more and more frightened of what you'll find the longer you keep the lights off. You have choices to make -- they're your choices. You will have to live with them. Don't make them for other people, make them for yourself. You are not obligated to pretend there is nothing you want; stop hiding. Look honestly at yourself and accept that you're human. It is not a bad thing to be human.
  • Aquarius: Stop falling in love with ideas and then running away before they become real. The real world is intimidating, and sometimes it's disappointing, but don't shut yourself up in cynicism and ivory towers until it goes away. Someday it might go away -- what would you do then? Would you miss it? It might be best not to find out. Ask questions. Think for yourself. Get to know the world before it's too late.
  • Pisces: Get ahold of yourself. At some point, I mean -- it doesn't have to be now. But take a few minutes. What are you upset about? Why does this upset you? Ask yourself what you're here for. Ask yourself what you want. Stop talking about what you've already done and focus on the future for a minute. I know it's scary. But there are a lot of things you want, aren't there?
365. He doesn't want you to work
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  • Louis: Your job has been stressing you out, you're working from eight till three and every time you have a moment to yourself, someone knocks on your door to hand you more work. You came home from work, completely in tears from all the stress and that's when Louis decided to intervene. "Babe, I've got enough money for the both of us" He tells you as you shake your head. "I don't like seeing you like this. I don't like my girlfriend walking through the door in tears. Not when I can stop it" He states. You sniffle and wipe your eyes. "I don't want to be dependent on you Lou" You sigh. "I don't want you to hate your life. Just think about it okay?" And you nodded because at this point, relying on Louis might be what's best.
  • Liam: "You'd never have to work again" He tells you. "Liam it's not going to happen" You repeat for the umpteenth time. "But babe-" No but babe. I don't want to rely on you and only use your money. I want to have independence and responsibility" You state, looking at him. "I can give you a monthly allowance and you'd still have your independence and responsibility" He grins. You shake your head and head up the stairs with Liam trailing behind you. "I don't you to have to worry about this stuff. Not when I make more than enough" He pouts. You give him a small smile as you slip off your heels. "I know, baby. But I like my job. It gives me something to do when you're on tour." You explain. Liam nods and pulls you into a hug. "Maybe after we're married" He whispers and you roll your eyes, but decide not to respond.
  • Niall: "Y/N, I don't like you working here" Niall groans as you step into his Range rover. "It's just temporary" You informed him. You've said that so many times before and Niall knows that you just didn't want to burden him. You've been trying to hold on the small piece of pride you've had left. You didn't have much. You didn't have any family in London, your family lived in a different country. All you had was a college scholarship, A crappy job as a waitress that paid less then deserved, especially with the looks your boss gives you, and Niall. And you were so thankful for Niall. "You keep saying that. How much longer is it going to be temporary for, dammit?" His voice raises just a little and you bite your lip. "I just want the best for you and right now, that's going to college and letting em worry about the money. You don't need a job baby. I've got enough for both of us" He adds. You rub your face and nod. "Alright"
  • Harry: You're brain hurt from all the work you had to do today. Working at a pre-school had its perks: free healthcare and dental. It was worth it, but sometimes screaming four year olds is just something you can't do. One kid starts acting up and then before you know it the class of fifteen is yelling and hitting each other. You walk through Harry's front door, rubbing your temples while quickly discarding your things to the floor. You rush off to his medicine cabinet to take some pain reliever and Harry leaned against the wall, watching as you dry swallowed pills for the third time this week. "Rough day?" He asked as you turned around. You walked to him and placed your head in his chest and nodded ad he placed a kiss on the top of your head. "Quit" He says. You chuckle. "It's not that easy. I get free everything with them" You sigh stepping away. "It is, babe. I've got enough money for the both of us and I'll put you on my insurance plan" He explained. You roll your eyes. "I'll think about it"
  • Zayn: You sat at the kitchen table, pen in hand, searching through the newspaper for a new job. The one you were working for before, fired you because you'd been rude to a customer. But you weren't rude to anyone, just an excuse to get you out of the little french cafe. You circled things that were interesting, still in UNI making it a bit difficult to get a full time job. Zayn sat across from you and watched as you flipped through the classified pages, rubbing your head and squinting your eyes at different job offerings. "Why don't you take a break?" He asks, stuffing some food into his mouth. "It's not that easy. I've got loans to pay and tuition for Uni. I can't just not work. "I can help you" He tells you. "Z, i'm not taking your money" You tell him. "But I don't want you working. The last job you had made you stressed out all the time. Remember when you're hair was falling out?" He asked. You scowl at him, your hair hasn't fully recovered since your old boss had put you in for more hours than you should be working. "That's not fair" You pout. "Just take a small break. Grow all your hair back, graduate. I don't care what you do. Just let me take care of you" He simply said. And as much as you wanted to protest, you couldn't. He had a point.
  • Zayn's sucked but i was running out of scenarios. ~AlliXx

anonymous asked:

Thank you for a very deep and content-driven analysis of why reylo is so bad/unhealthy/scary/etc; I thought it was well written and informative and I can't see any weaknesses in your points. At the beginning, you said "ignoring the blatant racism..." and that threw me a little bit. Would you mind explaining how reylo as a ship is racist? (And I mean that in a curious and non-confrontational way)

honestly there are so many examples like you can literally scroll through the anti reyIo tag right now and see several call outs on it but here goes:

it blatantly ignores the black male lead rey had an instant connection with and the possible (fairly blatant) romantic setup between them in order to ship rey with an older white man (who is canonically 29-30 while rey is 19) who not only tried to kill her, but also tried to kill her insta-friend and did kill her father figure (who also happened to be his actual father).

some shippers will bend over backwards to excuse every little thing kyIo does (”he was manipulated” “his parents were never around” - no canonical evidence btw - “he isn’t in control of his actions” - disproved several times in tfa). but these same people will do olympic level gymnastics in order to vilify finn (”he was a coward” “he’s a traitor” “he took rey’s hand when she didn’t want him to” - who cares that it was to save her life - “he lied to her” - who cares that he immediately was gonna tell her before poisonous gas set off the alarms). they try to claim that kyIo is the Real Protagonist of the new trilogy despite finn obviously sharing that role with rey.

the reyIo fandom also has a long history of reducing finn’s importance as a character and even completely erasing him from the narrative in order to ship rey with her white abuser. they’ve said a LOT of really ugly things about finn/john, called him all manner of slurs. they cut POC (mostly john but also dev patel at the oscars) out of photos with daisy and photoshop adam driver into them for “”AU”” edits. 

speaking of reyIo AU’s - 99 if not 100% of them feature a version of “ben solo” where his personality is absolutely nothing like the kyIo we know and is actually a mirror image of finn’s. so they’re basically shipping rey with a white version of finn and if you can’t see why that’s racist as hell, i don’t think i can help you (i say this because i’ve seen people ask how that could be racist and i just…don’t have the energy).

there’s a lot more to it because this is a really big issue with this ship and a lot of its fans but it’s fans but it’s also 1:00 am and i am tired so here are some links to a couple anti blogs that have tags dedication to reyIo related racism:

also see this current post for a great example of frequent awfulness:

as always anyone can feel free to add onto this for the anon because i know i didn’t cover everything.

anonymous asked:

Please explain to me why Sam girls think every little thing that happens on the show is abuse? Please also explain to me why there are things Sam has done that - BY YOUR STANDARDS OF ABUSE NOT MINE - are for sure considered abusive. But, no. No justifying it, okay? If Dean's actions are 100% abusive no matter what, so are Sam's. You have to apply the same standard to both characters. You can't say "well, Sam only did that because of this" when you won't for Dean. Also, Sam ain't a little -

delicate housewife, babe. I’m pretty sure if he heard what you guys were saying he’d not only be offended that you were insulted his brother, but confused about how weak you guys must think he is. If ten seasons of SPN has proved anything, it’s that Sam isn’t weak. Now, why are you implying that he is? That sounds like something a good Sam!stan does, eh? Insults Sam? Well, if it’s what floats your boat.

First of all, I want to congratulate you on crafting this ask because I don’t know if you realize what you’ve accomplished here. This is actually pretty incredible. It incapsulates almost every single weird Dean Stan abuse apologist argument I’ve ever heard in one grand submission so I just need you to know that I am slow clapping for you right now. I wish I had a Bingo card because I bet I’d at least have one Bingo! 

Let’s see, you start by basically saying Sam Girls are too uptight then claim Sam is abusive as well (BY MY STANDARDS, NO LESS, hah) Then you tell me not to do the very thing many Dean stans/bibros do 230948029384% of the time which is justify abuse (which I try to never do, but thanks for trying to keep honest!) and say both boys are equally abusive, because if one is one way then the only logical conclusion to make it that so is the other!!!! They are mirror images of one another, after all. THEN you do the classic Dean stan thing and claim that because Sam is a victim of abuse that somehow is ~reducing him to a ~housewife and making him ~weak because apparently you can’t be strong and also a victim, which is so totally not sexist or offensive to actual abuse survivors! :DD He’s a big tough man so there’s NO WAY anyone could abuse him, IMPOSSIBLE! And my favorite, claiming that if Sam saw my blog, he’d be so disappointed in me. Shame on me! 


Let’s get started, then shall we? And I’m going to link you to things I hope you check out because you made it so abundantly clear that you think I’m a hypocrite with double standards and I’m going to do my best to show you I’m not. I mean… if you’re actually interested in discourse and didn’t just send this ask as a snarky “gotcha” idk….

Sam girls claim Dean is abusive because he is, so there’s that. But I think you’re confused about what abuse is when you say that I measured Dean by my own standard of abuse. There is actually a checklist for abuse that you can apply to people and characters and literally see if they consistently show signs of abuse, which Dean absolutely does. This is not some arbitrary thing I made up because I wanted to piss a Dean stan or two off. It’s a real thing and it’s not subjective. Dean’s actions hit the marks and it’s across the series, but has become especially bad in the last few seasons (<—-please click on the ‘read more’ if you visit this link).

And Sam does not hit the marks if you set him against the same standard, which you just demanded I do. There is exactly one time Sam ever hits Dean first, and that was on When the Levee Breaks. I think Dean fans like to say “they hit each other all the time!” but they don’t actually pay attention to the fact that the “they” is always Dean and generally Sam rarely hits back unless it’s he’s under the influence of possession. He takes it, and a lot of the times, he’s knocked straight out so there isn’t even an opportunity for him to retaliate. 

But abuse isn’t just physical. It’s about control, and Dean definitely tries to control Sam. He uses emotional manipulation as well lies to control Sam’s actions. The best and most obvious example of this is the Amelia text in s8 because it was so blatantly gross that even Dean knew it was wrong. Using Sam’s own trauma against him in order to get him to do what Dean wanted was super gross and an abuse tactic. But don’t get it twisted. That’s one example of how Dean tries to control Sam, but there are a ton of others where that comes from. It’s as subtle as the way Dean uses “Sammy” strategically to appeal to his emotions or as blatant as the lies he tells Sam in s9 during the whole Gadreel fiasco. 

I can already hear you try to come back with “But Sam lies, too” so I’m going to link you to this post again and I’m gonna ask that you read over peanutbutterandbananasandwichs’s response to #2, because it’s spot on and inclusive enough that it will hopefully help you understand why it’s NOT. THE. SAME.

And here’s a thing, I never said Dean is abusive 100% of the time. There are times when he’s sleeping. But just because he’s not constantly hammering Sam into the ground doesn’t mean he isn’t an abuser.  Abusers laugh and joke, they hug, they love, they do what they do, they are still humans. Humans abuse and most times it’s people they love. So let’s just clear that up. Calling Dean abusive isn’t me stripping him of his humanity, it’s a part of that. He doesn’t become a ~villain or whatever when I call him that, it changes nothing about him except to identify a very real, very large part of who he already is and has been for seasons. 

I find it incredibly appalling that you imply that only weak women can be victims of abuse??? Do you know how many abuse survivors are on this site? And watch this show? And probably relate to Sam on multiple levels?? Of all shapes and sizes?? Some maybe even [gasp] ~~housewives?? Who are still survivors and still strong??? And you just equated being a victim of abuse to being weak as well as being a housewife to being weak but that’s a whole other post, which is a very subtle but very real form of victim blaming where you blame a victim for their abuse for not being strong enough to overcome it, and it’s probably offensive to every survivor of abuse that might see this post.

Sam is not WEAK because Dean mistreats him. A victim is not LESS because their abuser chooses to abuse them. That is on the abuser. To say that we are making Sam weak by claiming he is abused makes no sense, he is strong, he can survive this, but he’s not the one who needs to change? Dean is the one who needs to stop abusing??? You claim I don’t respect Sam and that I am a bad fan because I dare to point out that he’s a victim, like that’s an offensive term or that’s an insult, but by saying that you insult every single survivor in the world. It’s not a victim’s fault something was done to them, and I don’t understand your logic in bringing this claim to me. It’s just really gross and I think you need to rethink your POV on what makes a victim a victim. It’s nothing they’ve done to ~deserve it or ~not fight against it enough, it’s what has been done to them against their will. 

SERIOUSLY the culture we live in has actually turned the word “victim” into an insult! That’s how deep victim-blaming and rape culture goes, into the connotation of our vocabulary, this is terrifying and disgusting! And AGAIN a whole other post

It’s funny that you claim I am insulting Sam with my point of view, because I’ve always felt like Dean stans who REFUSE to look at his actions and accept them for what they are are the ones who are actually insulting their fave (<—- see part E on my reply if you visit this link). Because their excuses for why he does those things reduce him to a robot programmed by John or reduce him to an idiot who ~didn’t knowww better. I think more highly of Dean than that. I think he can overcome, that’s part of the reason why I discuss his bad behavior, because I expect better of him and believe he can reach it, which is more than I can say for many Dean stans who never want to discuss his flaws and just blanket his actions in abuse apologism and woobifying ointment. 

And as for Sam finding my blog, ya know, he’d probably be really uncomfortable with things I say, but that doesn’t change anything. I don’t honestly think he’d be surprised to see what his brother has done to him lined up with abusive behavior charts, it might just be something he wouldn’t like to discuss.

He’d probably be more surprised that there was a blog dedicated to him, tbqh. 


Paramore Sentence Starters
  • "I don't even know myself at all, I thought I would be happy by now."
  • "It's just a spark but it's enough to keep me going."
  • "Every night i try my best to dream tomorrow makes it better."
  • "Well maybe I'm not perfect, at least I'm working on it!"
  • "Someday you're gonna be the only one you've got."
  • "Try to remember how it felt, to just make up your own steps."
  • "Once a whore you're nothing more I'm sorry, that'll never change."
  • "There's a million other girls/boys who do it just like, looking as innocent as possible to get to who."
  • "Why you wanna please the world, leave yourself to drop dead?"
  • "Why do I defend your ignorance?"
  • "Ignorance is your new best friend."
  • "It's not a war, no, it's not a rapture."
  • "I'm just a person, but you can't take it."
  • "Just fall in love with yourself."
  • "I watched his/her wildest dreams come true, not one of them involving you."
  • "Don't let me fall asleep, feeling empty again."
  • "I fear I might break, and I fear I can't take it."
  • "We're better off without you."
  • "I think we have an emergency."
  • "If you thought I'd bleed then you were wrong cause I won't stop holding on."
  • "I can't pretend that I don't see this."
  • "Remember cause I know we won't forget at all."
  • "This isn't what you wanted?"
  • "Well I'll still say that you shine brighter than anyone."
  • "Now I think we're taking this too far."
  • "I'll write you just to let you know that I'm alright."
  • "Forget the things we swore we meant."
  • "Maybe if my heart stops beating, it won't hurt this much."
  • "Please don't get me wrong, because I'll never let this go."
  • "I've hoped for change, but I still feel the same."
  • "Everybody knows that we can do this on our own."
  • "Explain to me this conspiracy against me."
  • "I need to know to whom do I owe."
  • "when we get home, I know we won't be home at all."
  • "So we stand here now and no one knows us at all."
  • "Stay with me, this is what I need, please?."
  • "This time I will be listening."
  • "I never wanted to say this, you never wanted to stay."
  • "So what did you think I would say?."
  • "That's what you get when you let your heart win."
  • "If I ever start this straight this heart will start a riot in me."
  • "Baby not a day goes by that I'm not into you."
  • "It's not a walk in the park to love each other."
  • "I'm a renegade it's in my blood."
  • "When I get there it won't be far enough."
  • "You were the greatest thing but now you're just a memory."
  • "Baby now you're one of us."
  • "Don't go crying to your mama cause you're on your own in the real world."
  • "There are darkened places deep in my heart."

anonymous asked:

Drabble request: klaus tries to win Caroline over in his wolf form. When he is in his wolf form it can't help but go to Caroline and court her and try to win her over. At first Caroline is annoyed but then she gives in and fluff! You are such a great writer so I'm so happy you are doing these!!!

So I don’t think I actually know how to do fluffy. But here you go! Also this is set at the end of S4 and veers in its own direction.

When Klaus and his family had returned from New Orleans because whatever had drawn them there had turned out to be another lie fabricated by one Miss Katherine Pierce—which really, newsflash, pretty much everything out of that woman’s mouth was a lie, how did they not figure that one out sooner—Caroline had expected some kind of an uproar or some catastrophe to strike. Yes, Klaus had come and rescued the lot of them at graduation but he wasn’t exactly well liked by anyone…except with compulsion. Hell, Carol Lockwood had been one of the few who did like him at one point and he’d killed her.

Except everything had been pretty great since their return. No killings. No craziness. Matt was still off with Rebekah on their whirlwind tour. Damon and Elena were still making googoo eyes at one another. Jeremy was back from the dead. Bonnie was off with her mom for the summer. And Caroline was busy planning out every tiny aspect of college life. It was great.

She’d seen Klaus a time or two or at least she thought she had but even with that promise of being her last love—which who just went around saying those kind of things?!—he’d been good about not hounding her. Of course Tyler hadn’t returned either and Caroline was seriously beginning to doubt that he ever would but whatever, she wasn’t letting that ruin her summer.

And then the dead animals in the yard had started.

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Summary: Adrien is excited to reveal his true identity, while Marinette is terrified. But Master Fu says they can’t afford to be distant any longer. Chat Noir and Ladybug are meant to work in tandem both in and out of uniform, their strength stemming from the bond created between them. Yet, teenagers are sometimes better at dancing blind than running with wide open eyes, even with the steps laid out before them.

Steps in the path of an expanding world. Apart, they’ll flounder. But together, they might just stand a chance.

Takes place following season 1.

Start of Book One

Start of Book Two

Book Two

Chapter 5: Faults and Virtues of Fear

A whole week.

That was how long Marinette had been plagued by this stale, empty feeling. Like every move she made, every thought in her head, was swimming slowly through a pool of water. All her senses seemed dulled, all her emotions cut at the stem before shriveling up above the source. Part of her dangled, only a hair’s breadth from plummeting through empty sky. But she held on to the rope and kept her eyes closed.

She pushed on.

But it was beginning to wear on her.

A whole week she’d spent saying little and sticking to routine. A week that she could barely look back on and remember because she was so preoccupied with guarding herself against every possible breeze that could knock her from her perch.

And Adrien, well, he wasn’t just a breeze. Or even a strong gust. He was a hurricane that bombarded her constantly. Every day—despite how he kept his back to her these days and never met her eyes. The distance didn’t do any good—the windows still shook around her, rattling against their locks. Though she stayed hunkered down in the corner, she knew it was only a matter of time before that storm broke through.

She could feel it in her gut, the inevitability. But she didn’t know what to do about it—didn’t know how to defend against it.

One week.

Beside her keyboard, the sound of Tikki breaking a cookie in half drew her attention. The kwami was facing away from her, chewing quietly.

Gulping, Marinette found her voice. Inside, her anxiety was teetering. She needed to talk to someone. Yet, the only subject she could seem to think about lately was the one she was also trying to forcibly ignore.

But Tikki knew, so it could be safe. Maybe.

“You haven’t had a whole lot to say about this,” she said, voice relatively flat.

Turning her bulbous head, Tikki paused in her chewing, but said nothing.

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rachni-song  asked:

I've recently read through some stories by a supposed Search & Rescue officer about creepy or weird things they've seen in the woods. I immediately thought of you, and was wondering if you had any forest experiences you can't explain?

I have encountered some strange things, for sure. The one that obviously stands out the most is the time that my partner and I heard roar-like shrieking echoing from the frozen forests outside of Yellowstone National Park last February.

Then, in November, I saw a strange blueish-white light in the woods of the Oregon Coast Range that illuminated such a large radius of trees with its brightness that I thought it was a film crew, or a very large camp of fellow hunters using flood lights. 

I was a bit leery about it, though; something just seemed ‘off’. So I picked up my monocular and tried to focus on the source of the light (possibly lights?), only to be dismayed when my monocular - which has never failed me before - couldn’t seem to focus on the target. It was akin to looking through heat waves on a sun-baked road; everything was wavy and distorted, and the color was off, as well - the light(s), which, when viewed from a distance with the naked eye, seemed to be white, now looked orange through the monocular. 

I assumed it was just because of the very low light conditions at the time, so I gave up and left, setting up camp a couple miles away. 

But the next morning, I went back to the place where the light had been coming from, and I was a little startled to see that there was no sign of a camp there - not even a fire. I actually discovered that the section of illuminated trees was about a quarter-mile back behind a locked get with no vehicle access - not the kind of place where you’d want to set up a camp in the first place. I thought it was strange, but brushed it off.  It could have been anything.

A few days after my experience, however, a mushroom hunter posted on a Facebook group that he, too, had seen strange lights in same area, though what he saw were smaller, individual orbs which moved independently through the trees instead of being congregated in one bright mass. It was a strange coincidence indeed.  

Finally (and I know this isn’t really an ‘in the woods’ story, but it’s still up that same alley, believe me), back in December, @digitalgoomba and I were out on the coast visiting with my family for Christmas. We took Jude for a nighttime stroll on the beach at high tide, meaning that there wasn’t much actual ‘beach’ left to walk on. I was trying to be extra diligent about the possibility of running into strangers as a result - I didn’t want Jude to startle anyone - so when Goomba and I spotted the outline of a man walking toward us, we both called for Jude to heel. Jude did, and I clipped his leash on before we continued onward. 

To our left was the incoming tide, and to our right was a steep rocky hill. The person walking toward us had no where else to go, and yet, as suddenly as he had appeared, he was gone. We slowed our walk, and before I could say anything, Goomba turned to me and said, “You did see that guy, right? He was right there.” 

I nodded. “I saw him. We both saw him.”

“He was wearing reflectors, like on a windbreaker,” Goomba confirmed. “You saw that, right?” 

I nodded again. “Clear as day.” 

We scoped the beach for a while longer, walking about a mile or so in each direction. We didn’t see a single person as the tide came closer and closer in, so we called it a night. Jude didn’t seem to have noticed the man that @digitalgoomba and I saw; he was entirely un-phased. 

But to us, the guy was very clearly there - probably about 15 yards away, maybe even less - with nowhere else to go but up the steep cliff, where we surely would have heard him, or into the waves - which wouldn’t make sense, given that this was, after all, the Oregon coast in December. 

We relayed the story to my family later that night, and my mom very quickly pointed out that it was the time of year when sneaker waves posed a very serious danger to beach-goers. Every year, people die on the coast line when freak waves rush way up on shore and either drag people out into open water, or pick up logs and other debris, pinning unfortunate people beneath them as the waves recede.