avoiding-it-no-more

A recent Fantastic Beast Unicorn design. :)  Lately I’ve been more active with posting on my Instagram: @audreybenjaminsenart if you’re interested! 

Unicorn

M.O.M. Classification XXXX14

The Unicorn is a beautiful beast found throughout the forests of northern Europe. It is a pure white, horned horse when fully frown, though the foals are initially golden, and turn silver before achieving maturity, The Unicorn’s blood, and hair all have highly magical properties. It generally avoids human contact, is more likely to allow a witch to approach it than a wizard, and is so fleet to foot that it is very difficult to capture. 

Audrey Benjaminsen 2017

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Alright, so I think I’m happy enough with this to call it done! This is my 2'×2’ model based on Bleak Falls Barrow from Skyrim and the second terrain model I’ve ever made. The body is made out of pink insulation foam and paper mache to give the shape and stability I wanted, and all of the rocks are also carved pink foam. I used painter’s putty/spackling paste to fill in the gaps, and a mixture of putty and PVA glue to seal everything and texture the bricks. I used a sponge to layer on the grey paint for the bricks to give it a very old look, and they gave a dark wash to the recesses. The mountain was painted with blue greys to set it apart from the building and give it a cold look. Afterwords, I added white paint and snow flocking.

I may come back to add some more details to this in the future, the arches in-game have a few details on the sides that I wasn’t able to replicate with foam, one of the biggest being the Eagles on top of the center pillars. But I’m content right now.

All in all, I spent around $25-30 on this build. One 4×8 sheet of foam was enough for the framework and all of the rocks. I used a whole tub of putty on this, which I could have avoided if I was more precise with my rock shapes. Either way, I’m incredibly pleased with the end result, and I hope you all like it.

Any questions about the building are more than welcome, either in the comments on this post or on my blog directly. Also, I’d love to hear your suggestions for other things to make!

i could be good with you

Summary: Cuddling up to Otabek has always been easy and normal for Yuri. So when Otabek starts avoiding him, it hurts a lot more than he expects. (2nd place giveaway prize for @some-sort-of-firefly !! Prompt: confessions and first kisses. otayuri. word count: 1237)


They’ve always been comfortable with being close together physically. That’s how it’s been, and that’s how it always will be.

At first, it was never the way Viktor and Yuuri are always draped over each other in public – god, Yuri would rather never step foot on the ice again than be anything like those two – but it’s more of the subtle things, such as Yuri wrapping his arms around Otabek during motorcycle rides, or Otabek’s hand gently holding the small of Yuri’s back as he leads them through the streets.

Then it started becoming, well, less subtle. Such as the multiple times Yuri has tackles Otabek in a hug after a long period of time without seeing each other, Otabek playing with Yuri’s hair and braiding it to different styles, and falling asleep together on the same bed, arms wrapped around each other.

For Yuri, it’s something natural, comforting. Nothing calms him down more than Otabek’s touch, warm and steady and easy to focus on when he’s starting to lose his temper. He’s sure that his best naps he’s had have always been with Otabek’s arms around him. Otabek is such a comforting presence that is now hard to live without.

As of late, though, he’s noticed that Otabek has been distancing himself from him, physically. Everything else has been the same, but Otabek no longer plays with his hair or takes his hand, or, well, anything. He’s been conscious with how he moves when he’s around Yuri, and whenever Yuri tries to initiate the contact himself, it only takes a few minutes before Otabek gently moves Yuri’s hands away from him.

It’s… concerning. And lonely, he finds out, when Otabek smiles at him apologetically that night and says he’d rather sleep in his own hotel room for the rest of their time in France for the Grand Prix Finals. He doesn’t get much sleep that night. And when he sees Otabek yawning and rubbing his eyes the next day, he knows he isn’t the only one.

So what gives?

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me: makes posts trying to be nice and avoid fanwars “no more unnecessary hate let’s just focus on our faves” 

[they who must not be named]: *starts MASS reporting of all of EXO’s main fanbases such as EXOGlobal and EXOBaiduBar* 

“we only want ANTIS to apologize/shut down not specifically exo-ls” “makes a list blocking innocent exo-ls and the biggest fanbases responsible for things like album orders and streaming information” 

like literally guys im so fucking tired of this every time i go and say “ok lets just stop the hate” yall do some stupid shit like this and its not even “a FEW ppl” literally THOUSANDS of ppl are doing it bc the accounts have received an official message from twitter abt shutting down and thats honestly so nasty and wrong to do that to innocent ppl who are just stannning their faves? EXOGlobal and EXOBaiduBar are the only big accounts exols have left aftter our biggest fanbase was hacked and deleted by the same fandom last year. 

Seriously, if you’re reading this and you blocked them then please unblock them bc these ppl work hard to inform exols and get nothing in return but petty hate. i dont even care abt fanwars anymore just realize that there is a line you shouldnt cross and stay clear of it please

If you have an exo-l twitter account and this happens to you make sure to contact twitter abt it

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23/30 dailies

Shota’s life flashes before his eyes-

(I reckon Hizashi does this a lot)

Prompt: @retrophile-rabbit Hello! Your bnha dailies are the best thing ever! I especially like the erasermic prompts, may I suggest one with the two of them in their UA students days? Like, Shouta and Hizashi being adorable dorks, Zashi hug-tackling Shouta or something like that, and the rest of the class (and school) silently shipping it in the background ☺️ 

Thank you so much! Apologies, I only used about half of the prompt, mostly to avoid drawing more people ;).

I also pretty much painted over a photo for that background, to get the mood/atmosphere without having to spend ages on it, I’ve seen some speedpaints do it before, but I definitely didn’t make it enough of my own idea to not mention it :P.

I’m still open for prompts, but I do have a lot that I wanna do already, so bear it in mind :)

Regret

Shiro never thought he would be that person. A person like that, he had always said, was absolutely awful. And yet here he was, sitting in front of his boyfriend and saying those disgusting words.

“Lance,” He murmurs gently, looking down at his hands quietly which sat limply in his lap. “I… I’m sorry, I can’t do this. I don’t love you anymore.

“I’ve fallen in love with someone else.”

The words stabbed through the other man’s chest like a knife, leaving him gently gasping for air. Tears bubbled up in his blue eyes, making Shiro’s heart ache with the want to just reach up and comfort him, to wrap his arms around him and hold him.

But he knew he couldn’t do that, not after what he just said. Not after what he just did. “I.. I had a feeling,” Lance finally spoke, surprising Shiro a bit as he watched the younger man scrub his eyes with his sleeves. “I didn’t want it to be true, but..”

“But?” He pressed before he could stop himself, fighting the urge to scoot closer.

“But I understand. If it will make you happy being with him, then that’s fine. I don’t want to keep you in a relationship that’ll make you miserable, you know?” He gives a dry chuckle, a sob caught in his throat as tears dripped onto his shirt.

He had seen the way Shiro’s gaze slowly lost it’s happy light each time he looked at Lance. He saw the way he gazed at him. Coming in second yet again like this really hurt. But he only wanted Shiro to be happy. It was his fault for getting so attached.

“So go ahead and go after him, okay? I hope he gives you what I couldn’t.”

“Lancey..” It was Shiro’s turn to tear up at his boyfriend’s– no, ex-boyfriend’s– words. He was so mature, handling this so well even though Shiro just broke his heart. His chest ached with emotion as he slowly reached up for Lance’s cheek.

His hand was stopped short as the smaller boy grabbed his wrist gently and shook his head, pushing it away. “That’s… That’s a bad idea. And please don’t call me that anymore. Just Lance o-okay? We can still be friends though, Shiro.”

Hearing this from his once shining blue boy, hearing Lance call him Shiro instead of Takashi, especially ‘Kashi like he used to, hurt more than he was willing to admit. It was too late to take it back. Lance was letting him go after he already had. And now Shiro had the urge to grab back on.

But.. He couldn’t. The rope was already frayed and ruined. Useless.

“Yeah… Yeah, sorry, you’re right.” He nods gently and turns his gaze away slightly to avoid Lance’s teary, red-rimmed blues. He did this to him. It was his fault.

“Well, I’ll get my stuff out then. I’ll be out of your hair soon enough.” Lance replies with a strained smile, tugging the blanket off his legs and quickly standing to avoid any more awkwardness between them. This was just how things had to be. He knew it was coming eventually.

They always found someone better.


Watching Lance go had to have been the hardest part of it all. Knowing that it was truly over, watching the boy who had brought him so much happiness, watching the boy who had helped him through so much leave without so much as a goodbye was painful.

It wrenched his heart and made his chest ache, made tears start to slip down his cheeks before he even realized he was crying.

But he chose this.

He no longer had feelings for Lance. He fell in love with Keith. He loved Keith, and Keith loved him too.

This was what he wanted.

Wasn’t it?


No, it wasn’t. After a long period of time, a good 6 months into his and Keith’s relationship, he had made his way into a coffee shop, their hands intertwined.

He hadn’t spoken to Lance in 3 months now. They had grown apart after the breakup, and it seemed to go unspoken between them that they both needed to go their separate ways. He was thoroughly over the Cuban boy.

Yet what he saw in that shop made his heart drop to his stomach.

There was Lance, sitting across from a man with long silvery hair, laughing and smiling lightheartedly. The sight of it nearly brought tears to his eyes.

And then there were the hands. Their fingers were laced together upon the table for all to see, placed right next to their coffee cups while they chatted.

‘That’s where my fingers used to fit, right between his.’ He thinks, fighting back wave after wave of emotion. ‘He used to laugh like that with me.’

If Lance had seen them, he made no show of it. He just continued to smile and laugh and joke with this mystery man while Shiro and Keith ordered. And while they sat. And while they drank.

Each moment felt like an hour, sipping on his black coffee. He could still imagine what it was like to listen to Lance give the barista his complicated order, watch her roll her eyes and turn to him, and then order his own black coffee.

Each time it would earn a giggle and a nudge from Lance. ‘Heh, what a simple man.’ He would say before paying for it himself and waiting patiently.

He could imagine the smell as Lance received his double espresso-vanilla-hazelnut-skinny-thing, imagine their fingers intertwined as they just sat together and read books or chatted about the latest.

Things were different with Keith. Keith expected conversation but made no effort to make it. He was gruff and rash, and simple like him. Usually, that’s what made them work. That should make them work. But they still had their falling outs.

They still fought, argued over petty things, sometimes someone ended up on the couch. That was normal.

‘I need to stop thinking about this.’ He tells himself quickly, sipping on his drink while Lance and mystery man got up and left without even a single glance his way. In a sense, it almost… Hurt.

Sure, he had moved on, but seeing Lance happy with someone else hurt. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was just still too fresh in his mind.

That’s what he wanted to tell himself, at least.


In his spare time, Shiro had gained the habit of semi-stalking his ex-boyfriend, checking his pages constantly to see what he was up to. Photos of them together, videos of them together, statuses and bios with each other…

It honestly hurt. He put himself through this pain. For what? He didn’t really know.

Maybe it was punishment for hurting the boy he still loves.

EXO POWER 👊

Inspired by Cartoon Network style :)) The MV is cute but cringy in the same time for me haha

NOTE :

Please Do not Repost

Guys I always knew my fanarts were being sold in IG, and mostly they found it in Pinterest, Weheartit and act stupid by “I don’t know who’s the creator”

Well I always put my name on my fanarts, but you know some ppl’s stupidities are real. Also they should not sell it even when they know or they don’t know the creator.

So please please please avoid repost any of my fanarts in pinterest or other social media. I want my fanarts to stay under accounts belongs to me. To avoid stupid ppl have more excuses to take profits from it.

Thanks for reading ♡

Misguided Texts Part 2 // A Dylan O’Brien Smut

Part One

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Oral (Male on Female), Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Fingering, Public Sexish, and Swearing.

Word Count: 3,311

Song: Earned it by The Weeknd 

A/N: After the overwhelming amount of requests, here you have it y’all! I hope you guys like this, it’s very explicit and detailed much like part one. Also, thank you to @stilinski-jpeg for proofreading this. 

PSA: Here’s the black widow scene playing out in case you’re confused.

Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since the hotel room incident and Dylan hasn’t done a single thing about it. My phone has never received another text from him nor did he ever talk about it with me again. The topic was completely avoided when we were together, but I certainly didn’t miss the other signs he was giving me. What with the knowing glances, the winks, the smirks, the lingering touches on my arm that aren’t necessary, the way he stares at my lips whenever I talk to him as he licks his own. I knew exactly what he was doing…

Dylan was fucking teasing me. And the worst part? It’s actually working.

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New toy II pt.2

Jungkook x reader

genre: smut, fluff, angst, sub!jungkook

also some thigh riding 

word count: 10.2k


What is a better occasion for some nasty actions than a blackout?

Originally posted by nochuie

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Hoe Wisdom - Manipulation

I learned from a very young age to make people believe about me exactly what I want them to. I learned how to walk, sit, move, and even eat in a way that makes me seem in complete control of myself and my surroundings, even when I’m feeling completely overwhelmed and out of place. I learned to hide my anxieties and insecurities in a way that everyone thought I was always calm and put together. I also learned how to get people to trust me and tell me everything about them by masterfully displaying those very weaknesses. I’ll share some of my tips tonight, these tips might help you seem in complete control, help you get what you want and even who you want ;)

WHEN YOU’RE ALONE AMONGST A LOT OF PEOPLE
- If you’re alone don’t stress about the fact that you are, don’t worry about looking like a loser because you won’t.
> When you’re alone be sure to keep your posture. ALWAYS TAKE NOTE OF YOUR POSTURE. I cannot stress how important your posture is. Look up how to keep a proper posture.
>Snack slowly and take small bites, small and assured sips of your drink. Not too slow, just measure yourself.
> Learn how to strut. When you walk across the room to sit, to snack, or just anywhere, don’t slack on your walking. Chin up, stare straight ahead, perfect posture, and have a very slight smile. The world is your catwalk, and yes people will be paying attention when you least notice it.

WHEN SOMEONE APPROACHES YOU
- If they’re a close friend you don’t have to worry much about how to talk to them because you know them, but your behavior still matter.
> When talking to them make sure you pay close attention to them and what they’re saying. No extreme reactions, unless they truly said something shocking.
> Smile a lot, let others see that you can be approachable. Also, they’re your close friend you should be smiling anyway.
- If they’re someone you barely know then just breathe in, smile, release your breath slowly and greet them politely.
> Ask then questions about their life you have some knowledge about. Ask about their family, pets, children, partners, work/school, make sure they’re the ones speaking more than you are.
- If they’re a stranger wait until they’re immediately in your personal space to acknowledge them, then meet and greet them only after they have directly addressed you. Keep an easy smile on your face, and when meeting them change your smile according to the impression you want to make (dazzling smile to charm, smirk to seduce, smile politely for anyone else).
> For strangers you don’t know anything about them, ask them about things you are at least somewhat curious about. Ask them about their current standing in terms of job and or studies. Ask them about family and hobbies. Anything you would like to know or need to know to get some info on them.
> Make a lot of eye contact, but not too much, but make sure to keep your attention on them. Make them feel that you care about what they’re saying.

WHEN YOU’RE IN A GROUP
Besides all the other things about posture, eye contact and smiling, when you’re in a group this is where the whole “pay them complete attention” does not apply. In a group make sure to pay attention to everyone speaking, let everyone have a turn at your attention. People who were steamrolled out of a conversation you ease them back in either by giving them your attention and let them speak to you directly, or if you’re feeling bold politely call out the person or people who steamrolled over them by calmly stating “I’m sorry to interrupt but [their name] was speaking, I want to know what they were going to say.” Don’t do that if you don’t feel confident, or if you care about possibly offending others, you should still operate within your comfort zone so that you can portray a genuine look of collected confidence.

NOW YOU’RE IN, HOW TO GET THEM TO TRUST YOU
- This is when you can start showing people bits of your true self. You should have real stories and anecdotes ready for when you get the chance to use them.
- Real stories and anecdotes are crucial because believe it or not people are actually adept at intuitively spotting liars. If the stories and anecdotes are real, with genuine feeling attached to them, they can’t spot any lies because they will be the truth.
- Manipulating people is not about lying, it’s about using the truth to your advantage. Avoid lying and avoid exaggerating, so that everything you say and do is genuine.
- The stories and anecdotes you use must have some connection to the context of the conversation or the person you’re with. Don’t bust out a story of a dying pet when the person you’re with never even had a pet. Don’t talk about how you once failed an exam when the conversation was about this concert he went to with his friends last week. Talk about things in context, and if you have no material for a certain context then don’t stress, you don’t need to have something to say for everything. For every time you talk to them only share one personal story, avoid using more because then that shows too much of you.
- You want to show some humanity, but not too much because you want them to still believe that you’re some ethereal and strong entity that could probably crush them if they cross any lines.

To end, I just want to say that with this post I don’t mean to imply that you need to act this way to be desired, to get what you want, or to be considered amazing. This is not the case at all. However, I know for a fact that some of y'all struggle with confidence and that you wish you knew how to display confidence even when you don’t have it. Well this is a way to fake it until you make it. My blog is about loving yourself, but I know how long and tiresome that process can be. This is just a way to put yourself out there. There’s so much info I still didn’t cover because then the post would be even longer, for any more info just ask me! None of y'all should feel that you HAVE to do what this post says to get people to notice you and like you, I don’t want any of you to compromise yourselves for the sake of people that don’t matter. But I know some of you want this, I found myself looking up a lot of this information way back when before Tumblr had this huge and informed community of wonderful people willing to share their knowledge. I love all of you and I hope I’ve helped some of you in any way.

Fuel to Fire (2)

Stucky x reader

Notes: fluff, tattooing, some angst, smut (m/m and m/m/f), some vague hinting to a troubled past, swearing, alcohol 

Summary: Living their dream, Bucky and Steve run their tattoo shop ‘American Ink’ together, happily married for several years and business is going well. When a girl walks into their shop and inevitably into their lives right after they’ve received some exciting news, they have no idea how their lives are about to change with some harmless but straight-forward flirting.

Fuel to Fire (intro)

A/N: The way Bucky and Steve met is cute, okay? I think it’s adorable. 

“So, what’s up with you and the tattoo dude?” Clint says around a mouth full of pizza, spilling cheese on his shirt. He looks down, lower lip pushed out in a pout. “Aw, cheese”

“Real charming, Barton” Y/N rolls her eyes, throwing the hand towel at him that she saves especially for these occasions. “And there’s nothing going on, if you hadn’t noticed,” she puts the crust of her pizza slice back on her plate and sets it aside, “he’s married to that other ‘tattoo dude’, Steve”

Clint shrugs, “There’s couples who do that”

Y/N furrows her brow, only acting to be oblivious. “Do what?”

“Add a third party to the-.. well, party” Clint takes another bite, miraculously avoiding spilling more cheese, yet still looking like a bum as he slouches low on the couch.

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A word on creating your first D&D character

Don’t pay too much attention to the online “guides” that tell you what race-class-background combination you should go for or the ones which tell you in minuscule detail what to definitely avoid. While some combinations are more popular and certainly go together very smoothly, like Half-Orc barbarians or Drow assassins, no race-class combination is an actual dealbreaker (at least in 5e) and you can go for whatever wild combinations you desire. In our current campaign we have a glorious gathering of homebrew races (my Thri-Kreen Fighter), homebrew classes (Half-Orc fistfighting berserker with a bloodrage), unusual race/class combinations the internet strongly advises against (Gnome Warlock), characters who talk their way out of situations and prefer asoiaf-style narratives (Human Noble character modeled after the likes of Petyr Baelish or Brynden Rivers), and dungeon crawler enthusiasts who just want to loot and level up (Human Sorcerer), who are all on different levels of experience (I’m the rookie and have only played a few months, while our DM has been playing for over 10 years and the others all rank somewhere inbetween the two) and all chose their characters for different reasons, ranging from the “Wouldn’t it be cool if…” sentence to one very puristic “This is my trusty character I’ve been playing in every campaign I ever did and I won’t ever play anything else”. Everything works. Talk with your DM, tell them about what you’d like to play or how you’d like to play and ask them to help you make it work. It will be possible. More often than not DMs like helping people create their characters, because it’ll help them get to know the new player and what they want from the game.

Let’s tell the truth to people. When people ask, ‘How are you?’ have the nerve sometimes to answer truthfully. You must know, however, that people will start avoiding you because, they, too, have knees that pain them and heads that hurt and they don’t want to know about yours. But think of it this way: If people avoid you, you will have more time to meditate and do fine research on a cure for whatever truly afflicts you.
—  Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter

Star Wars and toxic masculinity though, I’m sorry, but what? Are we watching the same movies? They have a pretty clear message: Anger is the path to the Dark Side. If you want to be a hero, don’t go around getting angry and being violent, you have to be nice. Kind. Understanding. That’s kind of a central message. And it runs very much counter to the whole angry, prone to violence, emotionless macho thing.

That’s shown in the characters as well, because we’ve got some really big tough no-emotion macho hero types there, let’s review:

  • Luke Skywalker, bleeding heart idealist, has a lot of feelings and shows all of them. Whines about wanting to see his friends. Cries when upset or in pain. Appeals to people’s conscience, does the right thing, big on calming your mind and listening to your heart. Makes friends with everyone immediately, can’t hate anyone for longer than two minutes. Does not hesitate to rush headlong into danger, but can’t necessarily save the day with fighting prowess. Cares deeply about everyone. If you could be friends with any character, I’d recommend this one.
  • Han Solo, resident idiot, has many feelings and tries to hide them, everyone knows anyway. Will glance broodily around so that you can tell he’s upset or conflicted. Really wants to talk to the girl he likes about her feelings, but has no idea how. Says he doesn’t care, continually runs straight into danger to save the people he cares about. Doesn’t even try to look tough in the face of torture, immediately starts screaming, would never say “it’s just a scratch”. Constantly needs help, always barely one step ahead of total disaster, definitely not your knight in shining armour.
  • Lando Calrissian, actual ladies’ man, charming and suave, arguably the closest we get to a fuckboy except not because he totally respects Leia. Shows polite interest, does not push or manipulate when he realises that she’s not interested, despite the fact that this happens very subtly. Does not hesitate to do the right thing, loyal to his friends, even at great personal cost. Also does not hesitate to follow Leia’s orders, and not because he thinks it’ll get him laid.
  • Anakin Skywalker, drama queen extraordinaire, has far too many feelings and most of them make him cry. May seem a little whiny. Always wants to talk about his feelings, readily shares them with anyone who’ll stand still for long enough. Loves very deeply and is not afraid to show it. Gets very angry, but this is shown to be a Bad Thing. Gets too attached to the point of obsession, which is also shown to be a Bad Thing.
  • Obi-Wan Kenobi, drama queen support group, is a lot better at keeping his feelings under control but still has them. Will absolutely cry at emotional moments (possibly because he is tired). Understands everyone, even if he kind of wishes he didn’t. His need to be rescued by Anakin is a running joke, but not in a way that demeans him as a man, or a person. Makes snarky quips to reassure himself. Knew all along that This Is A Terrible Idea. Definitely the Mom Friend.
  • Palpatine, the big bad, an evil nightmare of a man. Literally uses his anger and hatred as a power source. Enjoys torture and violence, wants to corrupt the hero with hatred and anger. Likes to pretend he knows everything, needs no help, thinks love and friendship are weakness. Has no friends. Employs no women (in the movies). Shows no emotion except smug superiority, anger, and, briefly, panic. Ultimately defeated by the power of love and forgiveness, which serves him right.

Star Wars very explicitly portrays excessive anger and violence as BAD, and caring and understanding as GOOD. The guys are allowed to cry, they all need rescuing at various points and they aren’t “less” for it. They work together with women, as partners and equals. When Anakin finds out that Padmé is pregnant, he doesn’t roll his eyes or get cold feet, he’s delighted. He’s excited to be a father and start a family. The only disparaging comment I can think of that any guy makes about women in the movies is Han’s “If we can avoid any more female advice” which is followed by Leia telling him to shut up and do what he’s told, and Han grumbling and doing what he’s told. So that plays more like Han trying desperately to find some way of getting back at Leia because he does not like being told what to do, and immediately losing another round.

We see Han trying to get Leia to admit how she feels about him, while Leia is more concerned about getting him to join the cause. We see Padmé trying to be practical and focus on the mission while Anakin can’t shut up about his feelings. We see Luke saving the day not by being the ultimate badass macho fighter man, but by appealing to his father’s conscience, his love, the good in Anakin Skywalker. We see plenty of instances of men asking for help and accepting help, showing emotion without being judged or fear of being judged, wanting love and family, etc. We also see romantic rivalry between Han and Luke, and Han and Lando, that does not turn into any kind of “fight” for Leia’s affections, because it’s Leia’s choice and they all know and respect that. In fact, the three guys are friends and stay that way.

All of that is the opposite of toxic masculinity, as far as I can tell.

If anything, the prequel trilogy is a cautionary tale about the importance of keeping your emotions, especially your anger, in check, and the original trilogy is basically how to do it right. Darth Vader is not portrayed as some kind of masculine ideal to strive for, he’s the bad guy. Luke, with his emotional openness and explicit refusal to give in to anger and hatred and violence, is the good guy. Luke is a character you can show to a little kid and say “this is a hero”.

I guess if you twist it enough you can see sexism and toxic masculinity in everything, and I’m not saying these movies are perfect. They have plenty of problems. But when it comes to portrayals of male heroism (and villainy), I think they’re actually pretty damn good.

Just a Friendly Face

author: @sincerelystiles
pairing: derek x reader
word count: 2,816

warnings: NSFW !! 

authors note: i’ve had major derek feels lately and i just really needed to write some derek smut, this was originally gonna be for stiles, but this worked out better than my idea for him. anyway, enjoy!

summary: derek loses all control when reader goes on a date and gets stood up. 


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protecting you

A/N: this is my first Peter Parker imagine so please just bare with me on this one since it’s most likely going to suck

summary: In which Peter doesn’t want to admit his feelings for you because he’s afraid you’ll get hurt

pairing: peter parker x reader


The night you had confessed your feelings to Peter was probably one of the worst in your life. It had started out normally you two sharing laughs and watching movies. But as he was about to leave you told him how you truly felt about him hoping he would replicate your feelings but too your dismay he did not.

He simply sighed and mumbled a ‘i’m sorry’ before he turned around, his back facing you as he disappeared into the night not turning around to look at you once.

And ever since that night he had been avoiding you which only made you more confused and angry at him. Weren’t you supposed to be the one avoiding him? It was you who had been humiliated that night.

It was you who had cried yourself to sleep not him, so why was he avoiding you. You planned to figure that out today since you were lab partners and you were sure he couldn’t avoid you forever.

But when you walked into the classroom you saw the seat Peter had usually sat in empty so your eyes wondered around looking for a certain brown haired boy and when you finally spotted him you saw him sitting next to none other than Liz Allan.

How could he do that knowing you had literally just poured your heart out to him only two days ago. You felt your eyes well up with tears and you hurried out of the classroom tears spilling down your cheeks like a water fountain.

Peter saw you run out the door but against his better judgement he decided not to follow you even though every part of his body was telling him to.

It wasn’t like you to ditch school but since you were a straight A student one day wouldn’t kill anyone.

So here you were swamped in your white bed sheets light sobs echoing throughout your room and you knew you looked as bad as you felt tears free falling down your cheeks as you couldn’t get the image of Liz and Peter out of your head.

A light tap on your window snapped you out of your daze as you turned around only to see Peter crouching down on the fire escape giving you a sympathetic smile as he saw the state you were in.

Against your will you slowly untangled yourself from your bed sheets and made your way towards the window, moving your right hand up and down your left one as the cold air around you consumed you.

You stood by your window for a second debating if you should let him in or not. You sighed finally giving into his pleading eyes as you put your hand on the lock hesitating a bit before pushing the window fully open allowing him to climb in.

“Hey…” he said dragging out the 'y’ as he walked towards you hoping you would let him hug you but you pushed him away before his arms could fully wrap around you. “What do you want Peter?” you grumbled not daring to look him in the eye.

“I-I uh, just wanted to see how you were doing” he mumbled, rocking back and forth on his heels “i’m doing just great” you replied, sarcasm dripping off of every word you spoke in that sentence.

Peter sighed rubbing his face with his hands “i’m sorry Y/N but we can never be together” your head snapped up and you shook your head in disbelief “and why is that Peter huh? Am i not good enough for you, is that it? Am i not skinny enough? Not smart enough?” You yelled poking his chest with every single word that left your mouth tears falling heavier then they had ever before.

“What the hell is wrong with me because i would love to know why i’m not good enough for Peter Parker” you laughed dryly your body tightly pressed against his as you continued poking his chest.

“stop Y/N” Peter said lowly, looking up at your tear stained face “it doesn’t matter” you scoffed when Peter said this “how can you even say that!? Peter i need to know and i deserve to know!”

“because you would never be safe with me!” His voice was now matching the volume of yours, his chest heaving up and down as he tried to calm himself “what?” you asked now confused more than sad “i’m Spider-Man” he said connecting his eyes with yours “and there are people out there—dangerous people that want to kill me and everyone that i love and i cannot lose you Y/N” Peter said a single tear falling down his cheek.

You slowly walked up to him and put your hand on his cheek feeling him lean into your touch, you smiled and stood on your toes so your faces were only centimeters apart “well guess what Peter no one get’s to make my decisions for me”

And with that being said you pressed your mouth to his feeling his arms wrap around your waist as he forcefully kissed you back turning you both around so that he could pin you against the wall.

He slowly pulled away with you still trapped in between him and the wall and he leaned back down as he rested his forehead against yours, his breath fanning your face as you fluttered your eyes open.

“i love you so much Y/N but i would never forgive myself if something happened to you” Peter admitted closing his eyes as he buried his face into your neck earning a slight giggle from you his rapid breathing tickling the sensitive skin on your neck.

“Peter listen to me, i’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself and if risking my life means being with you—as cliché as that sounds then i’ll do it because i would do anything for you” you smiled and connected your lips with his once again.

You let your lips linger on his for a few moments before pulling away and wrapping your arms around his waist gently laying your head on his chest the steady sound of his heartbeat lulling you into deep sleep.

All Our Secrets Laid Bare (Part Two)

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Prompt: The reader isn’t ready to confront Peter after all that happened the night before. However, the task of avoidance becomes increasingly more difficult as the day progresses. Having a fallout with your best friend is the worst.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,286

A/N: So I rewrote this part at least six times before begrudgingly deciding to post this version. I kept writing and deleting every version before this one because I didn’t like any of them. I don’t even really like this version, but I figured I made you guys wait long enough for a part two, and this was probably the best I was going to write. I’m sorry for any grammatical errors. I hope you can at least somewhat enjoy this poorly written imagi.

Part One / Part Three

Originally posted by spderman

You woke up to the sound of your alarm. As you slowly gained consciousness, the obnoxious noise echoed louder in your ears. You groaned to yourself and fumbled around for the snooze button. Finally getting the blasted thing to shut up, you groggily turned so that you could see the time. It was half past six in the morning. School started in one hour. You begrudgingly rolled (quite literally) out of bed and stumbled as you stood up. You stretched your arms above you head before yawning for what seemed like the longest time. Jeez, you were tired. Why were you so tired? Then it hit you.

Dinner. Relatives. Boyfriend. Peter.

Peter.

Closing your eyes, your entire body shifted as the memories from last night flooded your mind. You suddenly had the very strong urge to retreat back under your covers and never face the world again. You shook you head. Hiding wouldn’t help anyone. You huffed out a frustrated breath before deciding to head to the kitchen. Maybe a quick breakfast would lighten your spirits. You didn’t get very far though. Not even five steps in, your foot fell on top of a material that most definitely was not hardwood floors. You looked down to find that you had stepped on what looked to be a men’s blazer. You picked the jacket up and stared at it. It was Peter’s jacket. The one he gave you last night before you told him to leave. Before you had your emotional breakdown. Before you had ruined everything. You stared at the piece of clothing in your hands. Tears were already starting to form in your eyes, but you couldn’t make yourself look away. It was all so fresh in your mind.

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