and this is what you reduce her to

You know what I’m excited about?

Pauline is a super important character in Nintendo’s history. Though the story of Donkey Kong doesn’t seem like much today, the idea of an arcade game having characters with motivation and personality was incredibly novel at the time. Pauline represented a character struggle for Jumpman, and was a key part of the game’s appeal. However, ever since she got the short end of the stick. She started as a damsel in distress. She got replaced by Princess Peach. Her appearances were reduced to spin-offs, and not even the cast-oriented ones like Mario Party or Mario Kart. She was more of a weird historical figure than an active member of the Super Mario cast. But now?

Here she is. The Mayor of New Donk City, as influential as she is glamorous. Pauline’s office totally recontextualizes her absence from the main series. While Mario has been playing hero in the field, fighting for the Mushroom Kingdom and Princess Peach, Pauline has been doing it through legislation, making New Donk City better and improving the lives of potentially millions of people. Pauline’s not a princess, but she does lead. She’s just as much a hero as her Jumpman.

10 Ways You Can Support Black Women

1. Stop slandering our natural features. Stop with the dark skin jokes. Stop with the natural hair jokes. Stop dehumanizing black women for our features. Black women–especially young black girls–internalize these “jokes” and grow to sincerely hate their blackness. Cut it out.

2. Respect our choices. All of them. You don’t have to like it but you need to respect it. If we choose to wear our natural hair, respect it. If we choose to wear weave, respect it. Stop chastising us for the choices we make for ourselves. Stop policing how we choose to live our lives. Let us be great. Gahdamn.

3. Stop with the respectability politics. You can’t say you love black women and then pick and choose which black women you’ll respect based on your standards. You still give a black woman respect regardless of how she chooses to live her life. You respect all black women because we are human just like you, not just the ones who wear natural hair, listen to erykah badu and shit.

4. No means no. If you approach a black woman and she says she’s not interested, oh my fucking god, my nigga, just leave her alone. Move on. Let it go. Please do not persist. Take the rejection gracefully. Don’t call her out name, don’t follow her, don’t assault her. Let her be. She doesn’t owe you an explanation. Her “no” is enough and you will deal my friend. 

5. LISTEN. Bruh, when black women are telling you something you’re doing is harming them, can you put your ego aside and just L I S T E N. Why is that your first reaction is to get defensive? If you love black women like you say you do, wouldn’t you want to know when you’re doing something harmful to them? Stop getting defensive every time a black woman calls out your misogynoir. Stop brushing that off as “bashing black men.” Stop calling black women “shea butter bitches” for calling out how you harm black women. Black women are just asking for empathy at the end of the day. That’s the least you can do.

6. Stop slut-shaming. Stop shaming black women for their sexuality. Stop calling black women “thots” and all kinds of hoes because her sex life is something YOU disagree with or because she presents herself in a way that conflicts with YOUR standards. Someone’s sexuality has nothing to do with you and you don’t have the right to police what a woman does with her body. Stop reducing a black woman’s worth because you don’t like what she does with HER body.

7. Understand that our identity intersects. Stop telling black women they have to “pick a side.” Black women aren’t black men or white women’s “side kicks.” We are our own people with our own unique struggle that, yes, may have similarities to BM’s and WW’s struggles, but is not identical to theirs. We are black and we are women. You can’t be an ally to black women and not be intersectional when our existence is the epitome of intersectionality. Black women don’t just experience racial violence, we experience gender violence as well. Stop insisting that we have to divide our identity down the middle to suit you.

8. Say something when you see black women being attacked. When you see black women being harassed online and offline, do something. Ya’ll gotta start holding each other accountable. Stop @-ing me telling me how terrible it is that I’m being attacked. @ ole dude who’s attacking me. Tell them to stop. Have my back. Intervene in the best possible way you can. Stop allowing the violence against black women to persist right in front of your eyes.

9. Please kill the “strong black woman” narrative. Placing this title on us constantly, denies us humanity. Black women aren’t allowed to be vulnerable like everyone else. We’re constantly told be strong or we’re written off as only angry and bitter. We’re told how we’re suppose to feel and how to respond to violence against us. Black women are humans. We laugh, we cry, we smile. We can’t be your idea of “strong” all the time.

10. Show up for black women. Black women consistently show up for everyone else but when it comes time for us, hardly anyone is there to be found. Police brutality doesn’t just happen to black men. Recognize it. Know the names of the many black female victims of state violence. Know their stories. Share their stories. Fight for them like you fight for Eric Garner, Tamir Rice, and Sean Bell. Fight for black women like black women fight for you. Organize and show up for black women. Stop leaving us hanging. Stop expecting our support and giving us little to none in return.

Laura Moon is not your “iconic badass female character” at all, and I’d appreciate it if white women stopped pretending otherwise. 

I do think it’s important and necessary to portray female characters who are complex, flawed, selfish, dangerous, and even a bit villainous. I also think it’s crucial to represent female characters with mental illnesses properly. So yes, in that sense, Laura is written quite well. Her depression is not aestheticized or glorified in the slightest, nor is it fetishized for a male viewing audience. She’s not a typical wife to a male protagonist because she is dangerous, she is apathetic, she is both a liar and casually blunt, she is self-aware, and she is cynical. These are not typical traits for the love interests of male characters. I get that. 

But Laura is also meant to be a character you dislike, or, at the very least, one that you should have quite a difficult time empathizing with. Not only did she cheat on her husband - she cheated on him with his best friend, a man who also happened to be her best friend’s husband. Her selfish desires caused Shadow to get imprisoned, and she committed adultery while he was in prison because she lied to both Shadow and to herself when she said she could wait for him. She chose temporary relief over honesty. She treated Shadow apathetically, selfishly, and patronizingly, and in fact even after her death she continues to condescend to Shadow and expects him to be at her beck and call. She was callous and flippant with a god (Mr. Jacquel, AKA Anubis) and expected him to listen to her whims. Mr. Jacquel is a serious but compassionate person - if even someone like him is irritated by her actions, then you know that Laura is not a nice or good person at all. 

You don’t need to justify her behavior. You need to accept that she’s a selfish and bad person. If you truly want complicated and different female characters, you cannot spend time trying to prettify or justify their awful behavior. 

Audrey, who justifiably hates Laura, still cares for her because Laura, albeit her actions, was her best friend. It’s difficult to fully hate someone when you found out about their death and their adultery at the same time. But she has no qualms about letting Laura know what she truly thinks about her. And she’s right - Laura did not love Shadow. Laura did not treat him properly. Laura was selfish. Laura is still selfish. Laura thinks of nothing but herself, and it doesn’t matter that she’s depressed; depression does not excuse treating your loved ones like toys to play with or manipulate. 

The only reason any of you are justifying Laura’s behavior is because Shadow is black. The protagonist of the show is a black man, and that’s exactly why you think the show is only good now that Laura is on it. I’ve seen people say “well the show passes the Bechdel test because of Laura now”. Setting aside the sad reality that the Bechdel Test was created by a lesbian to measure lesbian representation (so the show doesn’t actually pass the test since there are currently no lesbian characters on it), there are actually interesting and unique female characters already. These same fans who are touting Laura Moon as the height of “revolutionary” female representation ignore Bilquis. 

If Shadow was a white man, he’d definitely get more sympathy from white fans. Conversely, if Laura was a black woman, she’d get villainized by the same people who are currently defending her. Or alternatively, if Shadow had cheated on Laura, he would be deemed persona non grata by these “Laura defense squad” type fans. Hell, if Shadow was a white man, white fans would not be saying that the show was “boring” until Laura came along - they’d hype it up from the get go. 

This show is incredibly important because the main character is a black man who isn’t reduced to stereotypes at all, and it’s important because it has many characters of color who are written well and aren’t typecast into boring roles. Laura Moon is not what makes this show great. Sure, she’s one example of the great writing behind the show precisely because she’s such a challenging character to figure out and analyze. But even her actress, Emily Browning, acknowledges that she is supposed to be a character you have a hard time liking or empathizing with. Do not excuse her actions or lessen the degree of hurt she caused. 

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based on the prompt, “fake relationship au“
drabbles

pairing: shin hoseok | reader
genre: romance, angst, smut
word count: 16,184
description:  you’ve never regretted being shin hoseok’s best friend, but when you realize you’re in love with him when he’s supposed to be your fake boyfriend at his ex-girlfriend’s wedding you’re actually starting to.
author’s note: IT’S FINALLY DONE. this was supposed to be a drabble (as if)…. for @wonhopes thank you for requesting this and feeding into my love for wonho….. and thank you @wangpuppo for listening to me change my mind a million times about the plot for this.

Originally posted by wonhontology


You weren’t supposed to fall in love. (Not again, at least.)

All you were supposed to do was fake a smile, look good on his arm, and make everyone believe that you were in love.

Nowhere in your agreement did it say to enjoy the warmth of his arms, the smile that curves on his beautiful reddened lips, the sound of his deep, guttural voice whether it was when he was talking or singing or even whispering sweet nothings in your ear. It was all supposed to be a simple exchange where you finally got to see your best friend, not revisit feelings you shoved away when you were in high school. But maybe the heart wants what it wants. Maybe you just liked the thrill of doing things that you shouldn’t or the way he made you feel just from a mere hand on your hip or caress of his fingertips brushing back a wild strand of hair…

Everything about Shin Hoseok was positively the worst and best thing that could’ve happened to you, and it’s his damn proposition to blame, unless you want to get more technical then maybe it was the moment he entered your life.

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APRIL 3: Hayley Kiyoko (1991-)

From “Girls Like Girls,” to “Cliff’s Edge,” to “Sleepover,” Hayley Kiyoko has been giving us gay bop after gay pop, and so, we’d like to take today to celebrate the indie pop princess’s 26th birthday. Happy birthday Hayley!!

Although most of us have fallen in love with Hayley through her music career, she was also gracing our television screens long before many of us would have even thought of ourselves as girls who liked girls. Born April 3, 1991 in Los Angeles, Hayley was born to be an entertainer; her father is a comedian and an actor, while her mother is a former figure skater turned choreographer. Hayley first found herself in the spotlight at five years old when she began appearing in commercials and ad campaigns for companies like Slim Jim, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and JC Penny’s. Throughout her acting career, Hayley has starred in films such as Scooby Doo! The Mystery Begins, Scooby Doo! Curse of the Lake Monster, and Lemonade Mouth and has also been featured in television shows The Fosters and CSI: Cyber.

Despite the lengthy acting resume, music has always been Hayley’s first love. She began taking drum lessons when she was just six years old and was producing her own drum charts by the time she was eleven. After a brief stint with the musical group The Stunners, Hayley started releasing her own music in 2013 with the debut of her first E.P., A Belle to Remember. The song “Girls Like Girls” from her second E.P. This Side of Paradise served as a public coming out party. In an interview with Paper Magazine following the release of the “Girls Like Girls” music video, Hayley had this to say:

“When we shot the music video for ‘Girls like Girls,’ I felt like I was finally telling my story for the first time. The yearning feelings I had and also the feeling of being so alone. I think that’s why people connected with the music video. Not only because they too have experienced deeply liking someone, but also the sadness and longing that comes with it. You could be around so many people, and still have the feeling of being so alone and misunderstood.”

Hayley’s refusal to play coy or to reduce her sexuality to subtext is what has garnered her the huge following of young girls she has today. There are two things you can count on when you listen to a Hayley Kiyoko record – the insatiable need to dance around your bedroom, and the eerie feeling that you yourself wrote the lyrics sometime long ago in one of your prepubescent diaries – Hayley Kiyoko is to gay girls what Taylor Swift is to straight girls, a vital and viciously loved source of validation.  

-LC

I don’t think I’ll ever be over the blood donation scene in Fury Road. The way Furiosa’s dying, and she uses her last moments of consciousness to tell Max “get them home.” That she, ferocious warrior, imperator, stolen child, is, in her last moments of life, so loved, and so full of love and the selfless need to protect these women and get them home. The way Max’s hands are huge, rough and dirty - hands that have snapped necks and fired guns - but they are so gentle when he cradles her. The way he mutters “I’m so sorry, sorry” every time he has to hurt her to make it better. That he’s barely spoken all film but now he’s feverishly muttering to her, “there you go, okay” and stringing together as many syllables as he can muster because the silence is just unbearable. That his body has been abused and exploited and drained of blood without his consent so many times, but now at last he’s free, he has a choice and he chooses to give her his blood. The way his name - his identity - was the last thing he could call his own, but as he holds her in his arms and waits for his blood to run into her and fill her with life again, as he finally fixes what’s broken, he goes, here, you can have it, Max. My name is Max. That’s my name. And it’s yours. 

Because before he met her, he was a man reduced to a single instinct: survive. He was a muzzled animal, a raging feral, and treated as such. But then he got caught up in their escape and she gave him the tools to free himself. She asks him “what’s your name? What do I call you?” She treated him like a human being and in protecting and loving Furiosa and these abused women without asking for anything in return, he recovers his humanity, so of course, here, it’s yours, my name is Max, it’s the last thing I have and it belongs to you. 

It’s an extraordinarily beautiful scene visually too, and I honestly think it might be the most profound declaration of love that’s ever occurred in an action film. 

Isak’s backstory is literally so much more complex than “gay.” Eskild found him drunk and alone at a gay bar. Isak left home at 16 and literally lived in a stranger’s basement because of his home situation. His dad left him alone with his mother who was mentally ill at 16. 16 year olds shouldn’t be their mother’s caretaker. Having parents who seemingly don’t care about you can really mess you up. All of this was going on while Isak was struggling with internalized homophobia and projecting this fake image of who he wanted people to think he was. Being someone who you aren’t just so others will accept you is exhausting and there’s a lot more to it than just “gay.” Reducing Isak’s backstory to just his sexuality and ignoring the other details that brought him to where he was in the first episode of season three greatly undermines the story Julie wanted to tell through Isak. Isak’s struggles were complex. He struggled with his mother’s perception of him because of her religious beliefs. He struggled with what people’s perception of him would be once they discovered who the real Isak was. Isak’s story is one of yes his sexuality, but also of family, religion, and acceptance. 

Ten years, too late

Bucky x Reader

Summary:“You can’t stop me from seeing my own daughter.” + “You lost the right to see her when you walked out of our lives ten years ago.”

Word Count: 2271

Warnings: angst, death (mention only)

A/N: so, this is my submission for ( @bladebarnes ) Blade’s 2k writing challenge, just gonna leave this here, before i go on my break!
i really don’t know how this messed up idea came to my mind, but i hope it’s something new bc i wanted to save this prompt from being a total cliche so, yeah :) also, I made a little change in the second sentence, hope you don’t mind

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Michelle Obama slams Trump for nixing healthy school lunches: “What is wrong with you?”

  • At a public health summit Friday in Washington, D.C., former first lady Michelle Obama slammed the Trump administration for its relaxing of school lunch policies she championed during her time in the White House, the Washington Post reported.
  • Earlier in May, agriculture secretary Sonny Perdue announced that schools would not have to comply with standards set in place by the Obama administration to reduce sodium intake among students, as well as provide whole-grain rich breads and pastas and fat-free milk only. 
  • Rather than replacing these guidelines, Perdue gave schools three extra years to comply with them. Read more. (5/13/17, 9:05 AM)

anyway, gotta love that double standard in this fandom, ey?

vilde is constantly, constantly, being racist, ignorant, islamophobic to sana. in fact she’s been this ignorant since season 1. she’s been so rude at certain times. she’s stepped out of line so many times, and not just with sana, but with isak too. but, hey, she can still get all the chances in the world, right? bc she’s a “uwu soft pastel pink princess”. yeah, sure, give her all the chances, right???? despite being told by sana time and time again when she’s corrected her in the past, vilde STILL remains ignorant. but noooo, she gets all the chances.

last week, lol, more than 75% of this fandom were villainising, dehumanising, belittling, reducing even, when we found out he knew sana. y'all were calling him a manipulative liar, using isak as a rebound, a serial cheater, being ableist and biphobic as hell, even after y'all did the same thing to him in s3 and y'all found out he had bipolar. his struggles were already somewhat known, yet y'all still demonized him. don’t you dare deny that you weren’t. but what happened after friday’s clip? we got to know the full story and now everyone’s back on the “we love even!!!1111!!! never hated him ever!!!!” bandwagon again.

y'all literally slaughter sana at every chance you get. whether it be in 4:10 from last season, despite her apologising to isak and learning in 8:10. y'all called her a sly manipulative distrusting friend to isak when even and sana’s past came out. y'all slaughtered her for unfriending yousef bc your precious little romance was looking to be sinking like the fucking titanic, instead of understanding her struggle. but oh nooo, now y'all are back onto loving her once again, hey????? bc she’s googling “why can’t muslims marry non muslims?” and now that your precious little romance looks to be back on track, hmmmm????? lol i’m just waiting for y'all to turn on her once again tbh bc i know its gonna happen.

so, mikael reacts in the wrong manner. he freaked out when his best friend just all of a sudden made a pass at him bc he wasn’t expecting that. he was 17. he too had religion as a conflict for him. he stepped back. that was his mistake. he fucked up. yes you can say that he did wrong. call him out on his mistake. but y'all are slaughtering him?? y'all are calling him a rat and telling him to choke and die?? y'all are forgetting every other thing we learnt about mikael, that he and even were best friends, still has his number, doesn’t want the world to know about what happened bc its only gonna hurt everyone if the past is rehashed once again. y'all are out here calling muslims “extremists and vile homophobes”. and we haven’t even heard the guy give his side of the story yet!!!!???? but ya sure forgive magnus for spouting homophobic bullshit. its okay when he does it.

the double standard in this fandom is …. disgusting. and we all know exactly why that double standard exists.

I’m sorry Emma

CS is not confirmed TL and it’s really hard to see Emma go, without her real TL.

I’m sorry Emma what they did to you and how they treated you

I’m sorry they killed the father of your son, to replace him with a rapey pig.

I’m sorry you’ve never gotten together with your happy ending. 

I’m sorry they made you the arm candy of a misogyny man

I’m sorry you’ve never gotten to kiss or feel the only one you’ve ever wanted from day 1

But know this, you’ll live in our hearts, minds and fanfictions. There you’re loved and cherished - from us & Regina, your family & friends. No one will reduce you!

Sara Sneezes, Romance Companions React

Saying it now so as not to disappoint anyone, I only play as females in games, and so only do the romances to that gender. M/F and F/F. I’m not against M/M in anyway what-so-ever, but I just like writing about the romance characters I connect with more or have a personal attraction to myself. So without further interruption, here’s my first piece of writing on the ME A Romance characters for female Ryder (I refer to her as Sara btw)

Liam

They were moving the old dusty couch around Liam’s hide away near the Nomad station. All had been going well, but after Sara flopped down on the ancient sofa, a small dust cloud wafted up into her face, causing her to sneeze uncontrollably.

Liam watched as she squeaked out tiny, cute little sneezes, face contorting into an adorable mess, arms flailing around trying to dispel the dust around her.

“That was bloody cute.” Liam laughed, causing Sara to glare through her coughing and sneezing.

Liam wrapped and arm around her waist, still chuckling, resting his head atop hers.

Vetra

Sara and Vetra were doing some work on the Nomad, clearing off some of the dust left on the axles from Eos, with the radiation gone and nothing to worry about, they simply got buckets of water and some cloths to sweep it away.

After dislodging a stubborn clump that broke apart and flew up into the air, Sara went into a fit of squeaks. Vetra watched in mild confusion and amusement as her little human was reduced to a helpless state. Once the sneezing had stopped Vetra threw her arms around the squishy human and lightly nuzzled her cheeks with her mandible.

“I don’t know what that was but that was ADORABLE.”

Suvi

Sara was examining some sediment samples with Suvi when some dust samples got out of the pietry dish and made their way up Ryder’s nose. The adorable sneezes that ensued cause Suvi to giggle.

Once the sneezing had stopped Suvi smiled at Sara, caressing her face and without thinking she let slip a dreamlike “I love you.”, Sara quickly went into awkward mode, scrambling for words, causing Suvi to smile at Sara’s crimson cheeks.

Jaal

They were sitting together in silence, Jaal liked to talk but Sara seemed content reading her fathers paper bound books, leaning her head against his arm, humming softly. Jaal would often close his eyes and just enjoy being near her. His eyes snapped open when Sara was suddenly almost doubled over, seemingly convulsing.

“Sara-?!?!”

Looking at her face it was contorted in an what he could only describe as an uncomfortable expression, nose crinkled. before he could ask if she was alright, Sara let out, in Jaal’s opinion, to most adorable, unbelievable foreign and cute sound he had ever heard in his life. She continued to squeak until it subsided.

“Sorry some of there books are old and dusty. Severe allergies so I sometimes sneeze like craz-” Before she could finish Jaal’s mouth was on hers, his tongue diving into her already open mouth while his arms captured her in a steel embrace. Once he pulled away, she was breathless, panting slightly.

“I apologize, the noises were… pleasing to hear.” Jaal breathed.

Sara could only gape at him.

“What in the-! Me sneezing turns you on?”

Jaal held her tighter, and began nuzzling into her neck kissing the soft flesh there.

“Among other things.”

“Why are we still sitting here then?”

One thing that I have noticed over my years of reading Warriors is that whenever a she-cat has kits, she loses her personality entirely. Lets use Squirrelflight for example. Squirrelpaw was a fiery young apprentice full of ambition and hopes for the future, and never afraid to speak her mind, causing her to occasionally cross the line. She insisted that she go along with Brambleclaw on a big mysterious prophecy, because hey, that seems important right? She may have made many mistakes on the way, but she never let them define her or get in her way. She was flawed. She was relatable. She was a good character. But then Leafpool had kits, and Squirrelflight was to raise them. Aside from maybe Leafpool’s Wish, there was no transition between TNP and POT, or even character arc that occurred to explain what made her suddenly so automatic. When you are reading The Sight, Squirrelflight doesn’t have any trace of her former ambition or spunky attitude, her entire character is completely neutralized, and she is reduced to doing only the ‘right’ things a parent would do in that situation. She no longer has flaws. This same thing has happened to many queens such as, but not limited to: Squirrelflight, Leafpool, Sandstorm, Tawnypelt, Dawnpelt, Silverstream, Millie, Dovewing, Brightheart, Feathertail, Sorreltail, Blossomfall, and countless others. These were all good characters with so much potential, but for some reason thrown away and turned into background characters. Give me a mother who struggles to take responsibility to care for her kits. Give me a mother who tries her best to be a good parent but slips up all the time. Give me a she-cat who wants kits with all her heart but can never have any. Give me diversity, because watching all my favorite characters fade away is a lot worse than seeing them struggle, and overcome a new challenge.

Numinous [Stop 1]

Summary: (Roadtrip!Au) In which you and the one person you hate get stuck together while venturing across the country in search of change.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst!

A/N: 

  1. Every chapter has a different P.O.V., switching from the reader to Bucky and back
  2. @aya-fay has the key to my heart, thank you for beta-ing this 3 times after I made minor changes every 2 seconds. I adore you.

Previous part

Bucky’s P.O.V.

“What?” I could hardly believe my ears, my jaw dropping open instead.

“Get in. Don’t make me repeat it again, or else I swear-” she sounded tired, exasperated, but Lord I missed her voice.

Before she finished her threat, I scrambled to the passenger’s side door and nearly ripped it open, flinging myself into the car with my still heart racing.

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Cursed Child rant

Alright, Witches, Wizards, Muggles, and magical creatures big and small, hold onto your broomsticks because I’m about to tell you why I do not like Harry Potter and the Cursed Child nor accept it as canon. 

Spoilers ahead. Obviously. but c’mon who hasn’t read it or been spoiled by now Also, it got super long. 


Let’s start off by saying: it’s been months since I read it. If I get some things off a little, go ahead and tell me; I’ll edit the rant and correct it. If you just don’t agree with me… that’s great for you. Okay? We good? That’s all the disclaimer you’re getting. Moving on! 


Where do I begin? Um… Let’s recap shall we? 

It starts with Albus Severus Potter (who’s name I still cannot get over) meeting and becoming friends with Scorpius Malfoy. 

Okay. Great. We’ve all wanted that for years. No problem. 

We’ve also played with the idea of Albus in Slytherin for years. I have no problem with that either. 

What I do have problems with is the way Albus is treated after he is put in Slytherin. He’s the outcast of his family. He’s the “disappointing son”. After Harry’s canon “the bravest man I knew was Slytherin” speech (don’t get me started on Snape), I expected a bit better treatment of Slytherins. But Albus is Slytherin and looked at sideways by the entire cast, except Scorpius. This could easily become a rant about Slytherin’s and stereotypes and treatment, but I give enough of those already. 

My issues are mostly with Albus’ personality. Now, I didn’t write the character. He’s not mine. I don’t have the authority to tell anyone how he should be. All I can do is have headcanons. But “canon” Albus doesn’t exactly display a lot of Slytherin traits. Sure he sneaks around, but so does Harry, Ron, and Hermione and they’re all Gryffindor. If my memory serves me correctly, Albus goes to Slytherin because he basically thinks, “Well, the Gryffindors I know suck, let’s try Slytherin.”it’s been a while since I read it okay  

Albus is jaded by the time the plot picks up. He doesn’t like flying, isn’t that good at it or Quidditch (which honestly feels like they’re just trying to make him as unlike Harry as possible which I could handle if it wasn’t so badly written), and is basically convinced his life is horrible. (I’ll get into why a little later.) This kid shows no Slytherin traits that I remember. He hardly shows any traits really. I think it was the play format, but Albus becomes a stereotypical teenager who has daddy issues and doesn’t like his life. 

Scorpius I don’t really have a big problem with, besides it going against my personal headcanons. He at least shows a bit more Slytherin traits than jaded Albus. I feel like they were trying to break Slytherin stereotypes with him- which is great and all, but it almost makes me feel like that’s all Scorpius’ personality was. As if he was made to simply disrupt our preconceived ideas of what Slytherin is. I don’t like it. Stereotypes are something I can’t stand, but come on, people, don’t strip my house of what we actually are. 

Okay, moving on from Slytherin. 

Let’s take a step back from the new characters and visit the one’s we already know, we already love. Oh wait, they’ve been ripped to shreds. 

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Cooler Than Liquid Nitrogen

Request: “im literally down for anything about peter because i love him but could you do one where the reader finds out about him being spiderman??”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k


AP Chemistry was always approached half-heartedly by most of the students at your school, since it was the last lesson on a Monday. That’s why you were quite intrigued by how giddy Peter Parker looked as he mixed various concoctions, his eyes shifty as he fiddled with something underneath the table. Being the curious creature you were, you approached your friend, leaning beside him silently.

“Having fun?” You voiced, causing the fidgety boy to jump.

“Oh hey (Y/n), didn’t see you there.” He replied awkwardly, stuffing his hands into his pocket.

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Catch Me

Title: Catch Me

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3,144

Request: Hi Kazzy! I’m so happy to see you back! I was hoping to resubmit a request from a while ago? A Sam x Reader where the reader and the brothers stay with Jody after the reader gets hurt. Jody notices how Sam and the reader feel about each other and she kinda pushes them together? Maybe some jealous Sam when Dean tries to help the reader? No big deal if you don’t want to write it! Please and thank you :)

Theme song: Catch Me If You Can by Walking On Cars

A/N: I’ve had this in my drafts since last year. Literally. Yikescycles! Here it is! Just some good ol’ fluff for you!

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“Alright, talk to me, guys. How we doing back there?”

“Super,” you managed out through gritted teeth.

“She’s losing a lot of blood, Dean,” Sam added.

“Your bedside manner could use some improvement,” you told him. He tried to smile over at you but all he could manage was a tight, worried line. He added more pressure to his bundled up jacket pressed tightly to your right side and you gasped sharply, surprised you could hurt more.

“I know. I know. Sorry. Dean!”

“Going as fast as I can here, Sam,” Dean said from the driver’s seat. Still, you felt him give the Impala just a little more gas, pushing her to her limit.

You leaned your head back hard into the backseat’s headrest, closing your eyes. Your world felt reduced to two points now; the intense and deep, constant throb of pain in your side where Sam’s bloodied hands were pressed, and the less insistent, sharp sting in the crook of your arm. The latter had been bandaged quick and dirty with the extra shirt you’d had packed in the trunk when Sam and Dean had gotten you back to the car.

“Sucks,” you murmured, half to yourself. “It was one of my favorites.”

“What was?” Sam asked. You shook your head slowly, but Sam wasn’t going to let you get away with your non-answer.

“Hey!” he barked at you. Your eyes snapped open and focused on his. “I need you to stay with me, ok?”

“I’m going to be fine,” you told him, the slur in your speech not adding much to your point.

“I know you are,” he said firmly, holding your gaze. “We’re a few miles out from Jody’s. I think we just passed that gas station where we dared Dean to eat all the chilis on his nachos last time we came through here. Do you remember that?”

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I Found You.

Prompt: (Soulmate AU) Pain demands to be felt. Sometimes by more than one.

“Wow, look at you, Mr. Cranky. What’s up?” Blaise greets Draco too cheerfully in a gloomy London Monday morning.

“Shut it, Zabini. It’s too early to deal with your shits.” Draco snaps.

“Whoa, okay, something is clearly wrong. Wanna share?” Draco almost snaps for the second time in the morning, but the concern in Blaise’s eyes softens his cranky side.

“It’s nothing, just woke up this morning and sore all over the place.”

“Soulmate things?” Draco only nods. “I hate this thing you know, I mean one day we live for 21 years and the next second we’re being tied to this one particular person which is a pain in the ass because we have to share their pain.”

“Well, you have exactly 21 years to fool around. It’s your fault to waste it. And by the way, you don’t have to search for your soulmate, you know.”

“Yeah, well, I would give my life to stop worrying while waking up with cuts all over my body. Thank you very much.”

“Good luck finding that klutz of your life. I’ll wait for the invitation.” Draco finally can grin for the first time in that morning before taking his ordered coffee, and leave the small coffee shop.

*

Draco Malfoy always wonders about his soulmate. On the day he turned 21, there was suddenly bruises on his ribs. He couldn’t sleep that day, worrying whether the person he is being tied to will survive the day or not, as more bruises and cuts kept coming. He relaxed once he can feel the repeated stinging pain of needle on the corner of his eyebrow. That day never stops, and Draco never stops worrying, even after one year of that dreadful night.

Now that he’s 22, he already can control his emotions. Some days he’s worried sick inside his office as the pain just keeps resonating over and over, but some other days, like today, he only feels irritated as he woke up with tenderness all over his body. He sometimes feels grateful that his job won’t cause the person on his other end any more pain than they needs to endure, but most days he feels so irritated that he cuts himself on purpose to upset the other person. Being a healer is very safe when you know what you’re doing.

Sometimes he wonders what kind of job that his soulmate has, but nowadays he’s certain that it must be resonating with the word “Auror” or anything similar to that. Nothing can cause more pain than being in that bloody department of the ministry. Unfortunately not once he found the injured Auror that belongs to him. Not yet.

*

“Ow, fuck! Seriously, woman, blow your hot drinks before you drink it. You can at least have self preservation if not to save your soulmate tongue!” Pansy snaps to no one while drinking her ice Americano. Blaise laughs openly at that.

“It seems like I’m not the only one who has a klutz as my soulmate.”

“Yeah, she’s a klutz sometimes, not as bad as yours though.” Both Draco and Blaise stare at her in shock.

“Wh- What? She? Have you met her?” Draco asks incredulously.

“Well, no, but yesterday I felt a strong pain on my lower region, so I believe my soulmate is a she.”

“Are you sure? I mean they could get kicked in that area, or bump into something.” Pansy rolls her eyes.

“Draco, darling, I know what cramp pain feels like, so I strongly believe that she’s a girl.”

“Well, congratulation! You’re one step ahead to stop losing your mind out of worry.” Blaise says while hugging Pansy.

“Good on you, love—” Draco’s sentence is being cut by a painful blow on his stomach. Fuck. The next blow is so strong; it knocks him to his knees. His hand is tightly gripping the desk beside him while the other clutching his side stomach. The next wave of pain comes barreling through his body before his mind can catch up on how to breathe properly. He can feel the blood rushing out of his face, this pain is different. He doesn’t feel anything but pain before when this attack comes, but now he feels something else, something worse. Despair.

“Draco! Draco, can you hear me?!” Pansy’s panic voice break through his pain filled mind, but Draco can’t bring himself to answer her. He can clearly feel the despair on his soulmate bond. He can feel how the other person starts losing his will to live. No. Don’t. Please, I haven’t found you. You have to survive this one. He can hear his heavy breathing when the pain finally stops, or at least reduces to dull throbbing in his body. When he is finally aware of his surrounding, someone bursts through his office door. Pansy and Blaise, who are both kneeling beside Draco with concern eyes, suddenly glare to the nurse on the door.

“What do you want?” Pansy snaps.

“Healer Draco, there’s an emergency patient in an immediate need of surgery.” She speaks in rapid pace. Draco is still trying to catch his breathing.

“Where are the other healers? He can’t perform a surgery, right now.” Blaise asks politely.

“There are no other healers, please, he’ll die if you don’t operate him.”

“Pans, Blaise, it’s alright. I’m okay. I’ll be in the room in two minutes.” With that Draco stands up and goes to the operation room. The nurse is already there. “Just us two?”

“Just us two, the others are not available due to the recent attack on the ministry.” Draco steps into the light and freezes when he sees his patient’s face. Freckles with ginger hair. Ronald Weasley.

“Well, it really has been awhile, Weasley.” Draco performs the quite long surgery in just 4 hours, effectively removing the long painful metal from Ron’s shoulder and picking up all the scraps after he successfully undo the curse Ron has been shot with. The dull throbs never stop while he’s conducting the surgery, but nothing that he can ease with a small hiss or sharp intake of breath. Draco was just cleaning the blood on the Ron’s stitches when the surgery room’s door slams open with a force. Draco snaps at the nurse on the door, who turns out to be his apprentice/assistant. “Can’t you see that this surgery is not finished yet?! There are rules to follow, Rachel!”

“I’m sorry, Draco, I can do whatever you’re doing to that patient right now. This one is more important.” Rachel says in panic, and without permission she pulls a patient inside the surgery room. Draco’s heart drops to the floor when he sees the patient. Harry Potter is literally dripping blood to the floor. Bruises all over the place, but what concerns Draco is his split up chest that is oozing a scary amount of blood.

“Fuck, what happened to him?!”

“I don’t know, bloody Auror mission had gone wrong, probably? And this is not the worst of it.” With that Rachel show him the chunk of metal ripping through Potter’s thigh, deep enough to rip a tendon, deep enough to forbid him from running for the rest of his life. Draco sighs tiredly, why did Harry bloody Potter love to do something that will accelerate his own death? Merlin, help him.

“Uh- you, nurse over there, just bring Weasley to his room and clean him there. Rachel helps me with this one.” Draco says frantically. He cleans all the blood from Harry’s body while Rachel is already supplying the lifeless body with blood transfusion. Draco recognizes the curse from when he was forced to witness the Death Eater tortured their prisoner. It was a special signature curse from one of the Death Eater he hates the most, Dolohov. So, Harry has been dueling with Dolohov and what? Lose? A shudder rips through Draco’s spine. “How’s the other one?” Draco asks Rachel.

“The other one?”

“Yes, the other one he’s been fighting.” Draco snaps.

“Oh, yes, the other one is dead.” Oh, so he won. Thank Merlin, he won. Not in a very good shape though, he could die in a few minutes if Draco doesn’t act. Thank Merlin, Draco knows the counter curse. Draco points his wand on the open wound while muttering the incantation. His wand is rigid in his hand, his wand is not supposed to move or the incantation will fail. Apparently it’s an impossible task, because right when the spell works his chest fills with pain. Draco cries out while his knees buckle. Fuck. He tries once again with the same result. Fuck.

“Draco, what’s wrong?”

“I think you need to help me. Make sure that I don’t move, especially my wand, or else the spell won’t work.”

“Why are you in pain?”

“Apparently the counter curse hurts as much as the curse, so unless you’re doing the counter curse, I need you to help me stay still.”

“But –you’re not –but that means –your pain? –you and him?” Poor Rachel can’t even conjure a sentence.

“Yes, apparently fate has a weird way of playing with my life.” With that, Draco stands up with Rachel pointing her wand at Draco’s hand, casting spell so that his hand won’t move anywhere. After a few minutes with excruciating pain, Draco manages to close the wound on Harry’s chest.

“Alright, you have to bear the pain, Draco. I’m going to pull this metal out of his thigh.”

“Do it in one swift clean motion, or else you’ll rip whatever chance he has to run again.” Rachel points her wand at the large piece of metal. “On three. One. Two. Three.” Draco screams as the metal is being pulled out of Harry’s thigh. After that, they both finish their work on Harry Potter, releasing him to his room after his condition stabilizes in two hours.

*

Draco stays with Potter in his room after the bloody tiring surgery, catching up with the sleep he has lost over worrying for his bloody soulmate –Merlin, his soulmate is sodding Harry fucking Potter, how is that even possible? Now it’s clear why he never stops getting bruises and cut, but that can wait until later, right now a nap sounds really good.

*

Harry wakes up in a very familiar white room. Of course he’s in St. Mungo, he was barely alive when he managed to save Ron from Dolohov curse. He was very certain that he will not see another day, but here he is, lying soundlessly in a hospital bed. He feels another presence beside him, but he turns only to find a very familiar shade of blond. Malfoy. Malfoy looks so peaceful while sleeping, his head being supported by his hands on the bed, back rising slowly with each breath he takes. Somehow Malfoy looks breathtakingly innocent while sleeping, and that lures Harry in because the next thing he knows is he’s stroking the blond strands gently while willing for Malfoy to sleep a little longer.

That jinxes it though because now Malfoy is awake. Very much awake and very much confuse with Harry’s hand on his hair. Harry retracts his hand quickly, beyond embarrassed.

“How are you, Potter?” Draco asks professionally, so Harry sucks a deep breath to muster all his courage and apathy to answer him.

“Sore.” That makes Draco chuckles.

“Yeah, no wonder. The counter curse was suck, but the ripping a chunk of metal from your thigh part was a bitch.” Harry can only stares at Draco, he’s speaking in a very weird way. “Congratulation on killing Dolohov, though. Weasley is safe and sound, sleeping like a baby in the next room. Just friendly reminders though, the next time you’re getting beaten up, don’t start losing hope on living. The pain I can handle, the despair just simply makes me insane.” Draco smiles at him softly with concern in his grey orbs. “Your chest is fine, your thigh –not so much–”

“Malfoy.” Harry tries to cut his unnecessary professionalism.

“I’m afraid you have ripped your tendon, a physical therapy could–”

“Malfoy—”

“Help you to heal it faster, but—”

“Draco!” Harry finally snaps, Draco looks at Harry with annoyance.

“Stop interrupting me! You cannot run, Potter! You ripped your tendon. It will heal, but you cannot run until then. There I said my piece, stop interrupting me, Merlin. What do you want?”

“Are you saying what I think you are saying?”

“I’m not saying anything, what do you mean?”

“I’m saying about you can handle the pain. Are you saying that you’re my soulmate?” Harry asks exasperatedly. Draco’s face goes with recognition.

“Oh, that, yeah. I thought we already established that by what I’m saying. What you need prove?” Draco doesn’t wait for an answer; he just casually cuts his finger on the paper that he brought.

“Ow! Yeah, no, stop hurting yourself, I didn’t say I need any proof, you git!”

“What? It’s just a paper cut, you usually gives me new bruises for every week.” Draco says innocently which draws Harry more and more.

“Just come here, please.” Draco stands beside his bed, but Harry needs him closer, so he pulls Draco’s white coat collar down, effectively crushing their mouths together. Their kisses are gentle, and somehow fiercely sweet. “God, I never thought I’d live to see this day. I finally find you.” Harry says between kisses.

Thank Merlin, you survived. Thank you. I found you now.


P.S. Sorry this is not a very good one. I’ll probably rewrite this in the near future.

anonymous asked:

I know you're a sasunaru shipper but in your opinion do you think Sakura or Hinata is the heroine? (or who would at least be better). Because I think Hinata has done more to help Naruto. Like, she risked her life twice for Naruto, helped him when Obito was messing with Nar's mind and he even said 'thanks to you who stayed by my side' (he's clearly stating that she was always by his side), he held her hand etc. I mean, what did Sakura ever do to be called the 'heroine' ? :)

No, I don’t think Hinata is a better heroine than Sakura. Hinata’s mere existence is there to serve a man. She has no backbone, she never won a fight, she never followed her dreams. In the end, she became a housewife who couldn’t care less about the everlasting slavery in her clan. Without Naruto, she can’t succeed. 

See, there are many different forms of strength a person can have. However, in a literary sense, if you want a character to appear strong, you have to develop them well. It’s about their function as a character in the story. So a character who isn’t necessarily a strong person can still be considered strong. A heroine should be naturally heroic, but not all heroines are heroic in the same way. A heroine needs good traits. She might not always show them, but if she comes across as a complete bitch, readers will most likely don’t see anything heroic in her.

It’s important to avoid making a heroine weak. She can’t turn into a doormat; she has to stand up for herself and think for herself. Obviously, neither Hinata nor Sakura fit the bill. Sakura has her own problems. She represents the “tough” girl that gets calmed down by her husband and becomes obedient. But if I had to choose, I’d go for Sakura because she isn’t as one-dimensional as Hinata, although her character development is inconsistent.

To be honest, it’s quite ignorant to say Hinata has done more to help Naruto. First of all, you are reducing her status as a heroine to a male character. This is not what a true heroine is about. All Hinata has achieved so far is connected to Naruto. She has no achievements or importance outside of Naruto. This certainly does not help her case. Sakura has achievements of her own that aren’t related to any guy.

Hinata chose to jump in and—as she said so herself—selfishly put herself in danger in order to express her feelings. Again, she was fully aware that she was going to die. She was fully aware that she was going to die in front of Naruto; yet, she didn’t care. She was fully aware that it was a prime opportunity to confess to Naruto without having to face a possible rejection since she would be dead. That’s not heroic; it’s cowardly and insane.

When was the second time? 

Do you mean this

Um, saying “It’s thanks to you who stayed by my side” is not the same as saying “You were always by my side.” That means he thanks her in the context of her actions right at that very moment. Nothing more, nothing less. Holding Naruto’s hand is not really… you know, heroic. 

What has Sakura done? For one, she’s a main character, something Hinata cannot say about herself. But to answer your question, besides being the only ninja without any special abilities and yet proving herself by practising incredible control over her chakra, inhuman strength, excellent medical skills, catching up with two of the strongest ninjas in the world, believing in her best friend Naruto’s ability to accomplish anything he puts his mind to, and being trained by the Fifth Hokage herself, nothing much.

After Naruto’s fight with Pain, Sakura is the one that hugs Naruto, not Hinata. Naruto doesn’t even think about Hinata’s well-being at this point. Or what about Sai telling Sakura that the things she does are out of love for Naruto? Or Yamato and Kakashi who both recognise that the two interact in quite intimate ways with each other? I realise my reply is turning into a shipping debate, welp.

Also, this. The hero saves the heroine, one of the most typical romantic tropes existing. The heroine is in a fix. She has tried everything. She doesn’t know what to do anymore. When all hope seems lost, the hero comes in at the last minute and helps the heroine, causing her to fall in love with him. 

Remember the time when Sakura jumped in to save Naruto? In comparison to Hinata’s attempt, Sakura’s was far more altruistic and heroic, for she didn’t put her feelings for Naruto above his safety. 

Though if we were to judge a heroine by how many times she helped Naruto, then we can all agree that the true heroine of the story is Sasuke, lol.