because you know you want to have a miserable blog as well

— settle down | (m)

pairing— min yoongi x reader, roommate! yoongi
genre/warnings— smut, angst, fluff, slow buuurrrn, enemies to lovers
words— 14,930

:: summary— An unfortunate event finds you living with the man you practically despise over the summer. However, maybe through a series of fortunate events, you find yourself falling for him…

note— this is a remastered version of the originally story I wrote called ‘and july’ (found here) that I wrote for suho back when I started this blog, albeit slightly (very?) different.

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Time Out.

Hi. Jakei here. The real one.

I’m gonna delete the latest posts because this silly game is over. I learned something about this…”kind” of excersise. It was funny, but very serious as well..

Let’s get straight to the point.

In three days Underverse will have one year since I created the first animation, the pilot showing my favorite Sanses from de AUs. 

When I had the chance I tried to said all time this project started as a mistake, like a lucky moment to show people my love for art and videogames. But I learned to stop calling this story like that. Is just something that came up to my mind and made me feel more confident to do something I love with the chance to earn money with this to accomplish my goal to have my own house where I can live in peace with my only family that is my mother.

That’s my main goal. So, don’t think the rushers and haters are making me feel bad and forcing me to quit. I had to deal with real rude and evil people before, getting paid for being humillated from Mondays to Saturdays and coming back home crying because of a real stressing and miserable situation. I don’t think this is the same case here. I’m not receiving money from them. I keep with this because is a way when I can reach my goal giving love to my current job as a independent artist.

The latest posts were just for joking but I realized that some people was taking it too seriously. I’m very, very sorry for worrying you, but also I want to thank you for supporting me. Please don’t hate people who was involved into that shitpost, and don’t hate people who are really trying to hurt me. I don’t want you get hurt or having a bad time trying to defend me. 

Unlike other cases similar to this one. I learned to stop worrying about this. I prefer ignore this or even taking this with humor like I did this week for distract myself in some way due the delay of Underverse 0.3 has been a bit stressful to me because I’ll continue animating until the video is released. Stereohead Studios has also many important things to do so blaming someone is just useless and unfair.

Something that I’ve learned from other big artists that I admire with all my soul like Crayon Queen and Myebi/ Comyet… is that we have enough living hard situations in this world, in our personal lives, and the less thing we can do as recognized artists in this fandom is trying to make our blogs a nice place and spread positive feelings despite hatred and the amount of terrible asks people make to them, because we’re motivating people and teaching kindness and respect to each other.  Not for nothing exists options on this platforms to avoid those bad comments. Is a waste of time crying and messing up your entire day because two or three guys said something that could hurt you. 

Is not that hard when you’re used to it.

Those guys don’t even know you and You don’t know them. So… man… why even waste your thoughts and feelings when you can keep working on your own stuff and improving your skills? Making a space for you and your fans to laugh, to smile, to show you how far have you came because of their support.

You’re doing something you love and that matter. Probably others not, probably they won’t have to deal with this style of life. And I’m sure many of us started to be recognized thanks to this fandom. Everyone started with a little level or we was too shy to show our stuff. 

Drawing well, animating well, telling amazing stories won’t decide your happiness if you’re not happy, if you don’t try to trust happiness and show them that you’re really fighting for that.

If you feel your blogs or another places with things like “uuh I don’t like this thing i made” “I suck” “this person told me that and i’m so upset i hate them” “that person made something terrible go and hurt them because them deserve it” “i love what i do but my life is hell” “i’m tired of x and y because they want z” … things can’t change in your life if you don’t start by yourself.

I thought many times about cancel Underverse and leave this fandom, not only because of haters and stuff. It was because I was judged by many of other big artists that doesn’t like this kind of fandoms and are working in their own projects. I thought it was unfair because I was getting recognition because something that I didn’t create. I just created a fan story. 

I’m pretty sure when I post the next animation the chaos will be back again but I don’t even care. I don’t have 100k yet so I don’t have a multitude telling me what to do and asking me when. Anyway, if I had them, I wouldn’t still care. Because I have clear what to do and how to make it works. I’m not here just for teaching people how to draw or animate. I’m here too for showing them how to be nice and patient and how those two things can bring you to a better way to see the world. 

That we are real, nice people and we’re having fun, putting effort and love when we’re making something for you. Fandom or not fandom content.

Have a nice day.

And XGaster.

To the corner. Right nao.

YOI Fan Rec Friday


Hi everyone! So I got over 100 recommendations this week, so I am not going to be able to put them all here, but I did check out every single recommendation that I got! Thank you!

To narrow down my recommendations for next week, please state that your recommendation is for “Fan Rec Friday!” If you just want to recommend something to me and don’t want it on FRF (Fan Rec Friday), that’s fine too!

Rec’d by anonymous:
a spark in your center by farseersfool, Explicit, 6.2k
This hadn’t been part of the plan. None of this had been part of the plan. Not the kiss, not the public spectacle, and definitely—absolutely, under no circumstances—not the part where he’d fallen in love with Yuri Katsuki.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous and @sspectacularlyignorant​:
Dear Mama by Ferrero13, Teen, 30k
In which Victor writes letters to his mother, who is fifty percent of his rationality and self-control.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @sparklingwaterbabie​:
singularity by springsoldier (ladydaredevil), Teen, 10k
Victor Nikiforov, Jedi Knight, does not struggle with attachments. It’s only that Duke Katsuki of Hasetsu is unfairly attractive.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @exile-wrath​:
crust and sugar over by ShanaStoryteller, Teen, 9.6k (WIP)
Yuuri and Yuri become friends and Viktor develops a crush.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Victor Nikiforov May As Well Replace Your Smartphone by toganeshiro, Gen, 2.2k
Yuuri never thought by living with Victor Nikiforov, the living legend, would slowly reduce his need of his smartphone.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @bluelup28
The Clockwork Prince by momolady, Not Rated, 32k (WIP)
Yuuri became an Artisan in hopes of meeting the Figure that captured his heart as a child, the ice dancer Viktor. Yuuri had long given up his dream and opened a small shop. Then one day, his entire life changes when Prince Yuri comes and requests Yuuri to make emergency repairs on his Figure, the one and only Viktor.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
see myself through someone else by maydei, Gen, 1.2k
Victor is a mermaid that washes up on the Atlantic Coast amidst a strong tide. When taking refuge up a small sound, he meets an artist under a bridge.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @phoenixwaller​ and @writingfish​:
Standard Deviations by JustBeHappy, Teen, 82k
Time Travel AU, where Victor landed 4 years into the past, just after Sochi Grand Prix Finals.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Fondue by BastetCG, elenathea, Mature,39k (WIP)
Male dancers are not supposed to dance en pointe. Yuuri knows that. Everyone knows that. But he can’t help but want to. He wants to be graceful and beautiful and float across the stage. And if he can find the confidence to explain that to Viktor, Viktor might just be able to help.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Altschmerz by Liana_Legaspi, Teen, 15k
Yuuri has trouble adjusting to St. Petersburg.

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Rec’d by anonymous and @rei-drome​:
No Less Unthinkable by rageprufrock, Explicit, 79k
In which Katsuki Yuuri fights a losing battle with chronic anxiety, the quadruple Salchow, and his own judgment four drinks in — but wins the war.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @trashbambi
Reverence by thicctor-nikiforov (trashbambi), Teen, 406 words
It was late. The world around them was mostly asleep.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Inconveniences of the Heart by Aristophanium, Explicit, 22k
“Have you thought much about love?” Yuri on Ice season 1, from Victor’s point of view.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Lullaby of Birdland by Orchids_and_Fictional_Cities, Teen, 22k (WIP)
After his poor performance at the Grand Prix Final, Yuuri is weary but not broken, and decides to give it one last shot. Victor plays piano three nights a week at a small jazz bar near the Detroit Skating Club, and does his best to get by.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @aeriamamaduck​:
Settling In by TheRavenLady, Explicit, 8.4k
After the Grand Prix Final, Viktor and Yuuri make decisions about their future, which finds Yuuri moving to St. Petersburg with his fiance. Viktor is, of course, all too happy about this- and even happier to tell Yuuri that they have yet to christen his apartment. This is one challenge that Yuuri finds himself happy to accept.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Live, Laugh, Love by Lucien_King, Teen, 9.4k (WIP)
Yuuri Katsuki, a 23-year-old Japanese actor, was a veteran top star. He has been in various popular movies as both main and supporting actors, creating a massive fan base. And then, he met the Viktor Nikiforov.

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Rec’d by @versaphile​:
Objectively Wonderful by versaphile, Gen, 2k
There was no reason for him to feel anxious about anything, not when when his life was objectively wonderful. He was an international gold medalist and married to Victor Nikiforov, for heaven’s sake. He should never be sad for another moment for the rest of his life. Except he was.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
The “real” viktor nikiforov by thishasbeencary, Teen, 3.6k (WIP)
So, fine, maybe Yuuri’s a little bored and lonely when he likes a dating profile claiming to be Viktor Nikiforov. And, maybe, he’s a little pathetic when he gets excited when the account messages him almost immediately after. And, he’s definitely stupid for falling in love with someone pretending to be his idol, but he can’t help it. It’s not like it’s the real Viktor Nikiforov, anyway. He knows someone is catfishing him, but he still falls ridiculously in love.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Showing Results for ‘Katsuki Yuuri’ by Ferrero13, Gen, 3.9k
Victor makes it his goal to get Katsuki Yuuri, figure skater, to the first page of Google results. There is no way he could let such a brilliant skater be overshadowed by Katsuki Yuuri, winner of some stuffy academic medal, who is probably 50 and balding.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
two moons falling by phollie, Teen, 2.7k
Yuuri and Viktor have a late night talk about anxiety and the moon. Set within the first month of living together in Hasetsu.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Rhapsody by LegallyLucifer, Teen, 12k (WIP)
He’s been a star from the beginning. Both of his parents, Yakov, and all those around him, everybody who has seen him skate, knows it. Viktor, however, continues to see himself as nothing but a potential rising star. After all, he’s only sixteen and is just making his senior debut.

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Rec’d by @yuurioniceismylife:
Twenty-Five Hours by 0lizzybennet0, Mature, 14k (WIP)
In which Yuuri spends a 25 hour flight next to Victor Nikiforov, skating legend, and feels it might simultaneously be the best and worst thing that has ever happened to him.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
The Easy Winners by c0rnfl0wer, Teen, 16k (WIP)
Historical AU set around 1908, the ragtime era. Yuuri is a pianist & composer in ragtime, Viktor is a ballet dancer turned figure skater.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Lessons In Speaking Family by phlintandsteel, Mature, 9.1k
Victor had started it. It was his fault in the end then, though he knew Yuuri took responsibility as well. And he couldn’t even blame it on being so ridiculously, goddamn in love with his husband that he sometimes got the urge to adopt every cute little thing in sight to increase their family.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
A Beast Wakes at Night by yuurikatsuckme, Teen, 6.2k (WIP)
Viktor has lived for more centuries than most living (?) beings have seen, and quite frankly he’s just bored. Yuuri is new to the vampire life, and is having a hard time adjusting to the life with no one to guide him. With his refusal to drink from another human, another side of his new self will rear its head.

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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
Setting Sun by LittleLostStar, Mature, 29k (WIP)
In which Yuuri humiliatingly loses Hot Springs on Ice, Victor goes back to Russia to train Yurio, Yuuri is trapped in Japan with a sadistic replacement, and everyone is miserable—until the night that Yuuri posts some personally relevant song lyrics on Instagram, and wakes up the next morning to find that Victor has posted lyrics which seem to be a reply.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Precocious by EmmyLynna, Gen, 24k (WIP)
Whatever Viktor Nikiforov wanted, he would get. And the moment his eyes locked onto the cute omega, he knew that Yuuri Katsuki would be his. That’s why during recess he marched over, held his hands, and proclaimed, “Yuuri, starting today, I’m your alpha and you’re my mate!” Much to the shock of their classmates and teachers.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
With the Tides by kiaronna, Teen, 5.1k (WIP)
Honorable and soft-hearted Katsuki Yuuri is not particularly good at being a vicious pirate captain. Viktor Nikiforov, decorated top naval officer, is very sure of this fact. Mostly because he is being held both captive and captivated by the other man on his pirate ship, the Hasetsu.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
The Curious Case of Yuuri Katsuki by athylia, Not Rated, 19k (WIP)
Viktor understood loneliness, maybe not to the amount that the man who was mourning his dead pokemon, but he knew loneliness like an old friend. Being at the top had its disadvantages. The bespectacled man was somewhat similar to him. That is until, he saw the man giving orders to his precious Makkachin and Makkachin actually obeying him. There might be more to Yuuri Katsuki than he thought.

Thank you for all your recs! ₍₍ (̨̡ ‾᷄♡‾᷅ )̧̢ ₎₎ 

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Wedding and pop-corn - Batmom x Batfamily

So I decided to combine those two requests, because they’re very similar, and it’s not my thing to write two stories that are basically the same thing :-). So here for Batmom and Bruce’s wedding and all of that ! IT’S SUPER LONG SORRY !! It’s been a while since I wrote such a long fic…I just didn’t wanna make two parts… Hope you’ll like it

(My masterlist blog :



The angry (or rather, annoyed), loud and deep voice of their father stop them all right in their track. It isn’t often your Bruce raises his voice like so, but sometimes, your boys just push him too far. 

Like right now. 

You were all in the biggest living room in Wayne’s Manor, enjoying some family time for the first time in ages ! It was rare that you could hang out altogether outside of the Batcave…

But things weren’t going like you wanted them to go. 


You had wished to spent some times with your sons, husband and the man you came to consider your father, Alfred. Watching movies, eating junk food, drinking too much coffee and soda…It started out so well. 

You guys were all sitting in a gigantic couch, with tons of things to eat and drink, and a movie to put on…Unfortunately, said movie was Dick’s favorite, and the young man seemed unable stop himself from saying every lines in the movie before they actually happened. 

You and Bruce were used to him doing that, as he’s been doing it since he arrived first in the house, when he was barely eight years old. The first time he said a line before a character would say it, he looked at you two worriedly, afraid to be annoying…And of course it was annoying, but he was so damn cute, that you let him do it. And some things never change. Even though he was know a almost a man, you still let him do it, because to you, he was still your baby boy, and he was still as cute as ever. 

Jason never cared either, because usually, when it was movie night, it meant cuddling against you or one of his brothers (rarely against Bruce, because of stupid pride), and he’d never admit it, but he didn’t care one bit about the movies you’d all watch, as long as he was with his family. Oh yes, of course he’d never admit it, it’d ruin his “tough guy reputation”.

Tim would usually doze off on your shoulder, or if your shoulder was taken by one of your siblings (only one shoulder available unfortunately, the other one was always automatically reserved for his father), then he’d fall asleep on one of them instead. The poor boy always had so much trouble sleeping, than when there were truly calm moments, like your movie nights, he just couldn’t stay awake. 

But Damian…Oh Damian hated Dick’s habit. And apparently, this evening, he was grumpier than usual, not even twenty minutes into the movie and he started to argue with his older brother about him “having to shut up because he’d like to enjoy the damn movie !”. Of course, because Dick loved the way Damian would get all worked up about something that silly (even though it really was annoying), he did it even louder. 

This sprout Damian lunging at Dick and yelling at him to be silent…the commotion he made woke Tim up, and when Tim got woken up from one of his rare peaceful sleep, he wasn’t in a good mood. So out of annoyance, he elbowed Damian in the ribs with a groan. 

It so happened that that particularly night, it was Jason’s turn to snuggle against you, and the fight their brother were starting made you straighten up to see what was happening, dislodging him from against you…And it wasn’t fair. it was his turn to be with his mommy (oh God he wished to everything he held holy that no one would ever know what he was thinking just now), and they were ruining it !  

All Hell broke loose as your four boys started to yell, kick, slap, damn even BITE each other ! All the while Dick kept saying the lines from the movie before it happened, as he was dodging punches and such. 

It lasted about thirty seconds before Bruce got genuinely angry that his sons were ruining one of their only family moments of the month ! It was so difficult to gather everyone together, and they were messing everything up ! 

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Title: Better

Wordcount: 3,525

Summary: Virgil is touch-starved and seeks Patton’s help. (i.e. that one super self-indulgent fic with lots of angst and cuddling.)

Ship: Moxiety

Warnings: minor self-loathing, mentions of panic attacks, brief mentions of nsfw, swearing

Tag List:  @mira-jadeamethyst, @pippa-frost, @cup-of-blue, @iaminmultiplefandoms, @prplzorua, @notallpotatoesarefrenchfries, @madelynnaa, @sanderships, @ace-anxiety-sanders, @frustratedwaffle, @the-diaries-of-a-nerd@cochroachkappa-blog

beta’d by the admirable @thuriweaver and @randomslasher (extra thanks to @randomslasher for suggesting this idea!)

Virgil doesn’t usually like being touched—it’s not bad, per se, it’s just weird. At first, he was too nervous around the others to touch them or be touched by them, and they respected that and they left him alone. And that was good, that was what they were supposed to do, but it became a—a habit of sorts, Virgil supposes. They don’t touch him and he doesn’t touch them and that’s the way it always has been and always will be.

But sometimes—sometimes he sees Logan and Patton cuddling on the couch, or Roman resting a familiar hand on Logan’s back, or Patton ruffling Roman’s hair, and he wants. It’s a low, uncomfortable feeling that hovers somewhere between hunger and a miserable, constant ache. What would it be like to have their casual affection, their ease with each other, the warmth of their hands and the press of their bodies against his? On one hand, he longs for it—or at least he longs to know what it would be like.

On the other hand, he loathes it.

It’s needy—it’s needy and childish and pathetic. He’s done just fine all of these years, so clearly touch isn’t something he needs. It’s just something he wants. Sometimes. Occasionally. (A lot. It’s been getting worse. He’s been getting worse.)

But he chokes down those feelings (they taste like coffee grounds, bitter and far too strong) as he’s choked down so many others before, and he moves on. He cuddles the tiny stuffed cat that Patton had given him for his birthday and he wraps himself in heated blankets until he can pretend he’s hugging and being hugged. It’s stupid, but it’s all he’s got.

He’s not going to wallow in self-pity about it, though. He’s over that shit. He’s got a job to do and it doesn’t involve fantasizing about cuddling, of all things. He’s fine. Totally fine.

Until, that is, June 6th.

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Business and Pleasure - Part 12

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,359

Warnings: Swearing 

Originally posted by buckysclique

Neither of you had slept that night. You were wrapped in each other’s embrace until the moment Bucky had to leave. You had insisted on going to the airport with him, despite his protests that it wasn’t necessary. You wanted to, though. You couldn’t let him leave on his own.

There was a time when you prayed that he would be sent away on business, but things had changed so much in so little time. You wanted to show him that you were serious, to reassure him that your relationship would survive even despite the distance.

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John’s dick is Chekov’s gun

It only came to our attention recently that Chekov’s gun as a symbol was being used in Sherlock series 4, however, it’s actually been the main motivator behind Sherlock for the last seven years. “Chekov’s gun” is a writing technique, that says don’t put unnecessary details into your stories.

So when we saw John’s gun at the beginning of A Study in Pink:

We knew that by the end of A Study in Pink, he was going to fire it:

However, there’s more to John’s gun in A Study in Pink than most people might realize. 

We hear Moriarty introduce himself in The Great Game by asking, “Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in you pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?”

Sherlock replies, “Both”. 

Here is explicit proof that guns in this show are meant to be seen as penises. Sherlock just compared an erection to that gun. It happens later in The Abominable Bride, as well, if you think I’m just making this all up.

“It’s dangerous to finger a loaded firearm in the pocket of one’s dressing gown, or are you just pleased to see me?”

Considering this is all in Sherlock’s head and Sherlock is horribly repressed, Moriarty mentioning that gun/dick again only slides home this symbol.

And if you needed any more proof, here’s a picture of Sherlock thinking about Moriarty maintaining eye contact while getting on his knees and putting a gun on his tongue:

Is it even subtext anymore when they’ve openly admitted guns are penises? 

This all brings me back to Chekov’s gun and A Study in Pink.

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Disposable pt12

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you, and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate, no matter how much you try.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

“Oh my god, it’s you two!”

Yoongi flinched. It was bad enough trying to make small talk with everyone at the table without some random person from a different table tapping him on the shoulder and talking to him too.

“What two?” He asked. He was fairly sure he had never seen the person before, but they looked far too happy to see him to be a stranger.

“You two!” The man said, and the women he was sitting with squealed.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know?” She gushed.

“Do I want to?” Yoongi couldn’t help it, he just wanted the day to be over—not because he wanted to get you alone, or because he wanted to get to know you better (he couldn’t get to know you in front of people who thought he already knew you so well) that would be ridiculous. He was just tired.

“Yoongi, who’re your friends?” Taehyung asked, drawing the rest of the table’s attention.

“Oh, we don’t know each other.” The man said quickly, and Yoongi glanced over at you. You looked just as confused as he felt, which was no help at all.

“We saw them on youtube.” The women said happily.

“You saw who?” You said, eyes wide.

“What kind of video?” Jungkook asked suspiciously.

“I’ll show you!” The women dug her phone out of her purse, pulling up something on it before passing it over to Yoongi. “It’s trending.”

There on the screen, you and Yoongi sat at the baby grand piano playing “Heart and Soul.” Both of you were laughing, nudging each other when one made a mistake. What caught Yoongi’s attention though was the way you looked at him in the glances you sent his way. He had seen them earlier, of course, but thought they were his imagination. There was a sparkle in your eyes, and something so genuine in your smile. The worst part was how he looked back at you.

The two of you looked like the perfect couple—happy, loving, and comfortable with each other. The comments were full of people saying that they wanted a relationship like that, and asking “when are they going to get married?”

Yoongi wanted to leave. He wanted to stand up and walk out of the restaurant, his job be damned. He could catch a cab back to the airport and never see you again, delete your contact from his phone and erase you from his mind.

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Fate is a bitch - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Warning : I was drunk when I wrote this, just coming back from a friend place…I drunk two beers, and that’s enough for me to get drunk, how weak am I right ? It’s because I never drink…Anyway, that’s why this fic is shittier than usually blahblahblah it’s all fun and game until blahblahblah I thought about not writing this and posting it, but then I promised two stories for tonight so still did it and I’m an idiot yes thank you very much. Look how great Bruce looks down there. Damn hottie. DAAAAAAMN HOTTIE. 

Decided to group two requests, because the two together inspired me. So here for a shy reader, newly a Justice League member, intimidated by the Bat. As usual, feedbacks are very welcome, hope you’ll like it :


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You strongly believed in Destiny. 

No matter what people could say, how many arguments against it they had, and how much they were sceptic about it…it wouldn’t change your mind. You strongly believed in Destiny.

Because it was impossible only coincidences brought you were you were now…in the Justice League’s headquarters ! 

It wasn’t a coincidence that your path crossed Billy Batson’s, aka Shazam, one of the most powerful superhero in the World (though he was barely ten years old), and that you ended up adopting him.

It wasn’t a coincidence that you so happen to be a meta-human too, being able to manipulate the four elements. 

It wasn’t a coincidence that your son got noticed by the Justice League, nor was it a coincidence either that soon, the leaguers discovered he was only a ten year old boy in the body of a grown ass man (when he used his powers) and therefor, discovered that he had a mom…you. Who almost grilled Superman because you thought he wanted to hurt your boy. 

You believe strongly in Destiny, because hell, if all those chain of events were just coincidental, then wow…It just didn’t make sense. It was just too good to be true you know ? From your first meeting with four years old Billy to now, sitting in the League’s headquarter, in fucking Space ! 

The first one you met was Batman, and damn that guy was intimidating…But when he spoke to you, and when he congratulated you to have raised such a good boy as Billy, something weird happened in your heart. 

At first, you pegged it for a stupid teenage like crush. Like the slight infatuation you’d have on the most popular boy in school, or on a teacher, knowing damn well you’d never have a chance with them. But then…Then it was more than that. The more you saw and talked to him, the more you had…feelings stirring in your belly and such. 

Destiny. You strongly believed in it. 

So, when you started to fall for the Bat, you decided it was also Destiny…Only, sometimes fate could be a bitch, and would destin you to be a sad miserable human being. Because there was absolutely NO chance that you’d ever get with a guy like Batman, he was way out of your league. 

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anonymous asked:

Manyuu Chifusa

This was a long time coming, huh? Welp, better late than never! Let’s talk about Chifusa, the iconic anime tiddy ninja.

(Yeah, I know she’s a samurai but she’s basically a ninja, alright? Learning secret techniques fro scrolls is so ninja.)

(P.S. Sorry about the linking in advance, Tumblr won’t let some gifs load in because their too big, guess they can handle all the boobage)

Her character design is simple yet strong, nothing too spectacular, but pay attention to her color scheme, red and dark blue with yellow eyes. The visual consistency here is important,using primary colors like this conveys a sense of importance in the story, which befits her title as main character. Other colors present in her design are not eye-catching or flashy, which is good since it keeps her design from coming off a gaudy or too busy. Using red as her komono color was also wise, keeps the attention on her body since red is an eye-catching color. The way her face is framed by her dark blue hair is another nice visual technique, as it brings attention her lighter colored face and yellow eyes. This is a great design to keep the attention on the main important parts of her body within the show’s universe.

Her figure is just a tad plump and well rounded, which is perfect for a character who’s main draw is her breasts. And speaking of her breasts, let’s talk about them, or more specifically, why they work so well at evoking a strong, sexual response where other ecchis and hentais miserably fail.

As i have talked at length before in previous AGCs, it’s not simply about having huge breasts on a character to make them attractive, let along sexual evocative. It’s all about making use of them in evocative ways, not just having these stiff, lifeless animation loops that any softness or bounciness. Ryouka is a great example of this, her breasts are as large as any echhi or hentai girl, but animation used to accentuate them is leagues ahead of what most studios are doing, not to mention instead of fitting them in the classic unrealistic way in her shirt, or revealing cleavage, she has her shirt completely cover her breasts in a natural, realistic way, allow our imaginations to run wild to she them unleashed. Remember kids, it’s not always what we see that is sexy, it’s what we don’t see as well. The human mind is a great tool to have people fill in the blanks or put their own twist on things, especially when you want to nudge them towards something, and that’s just good story telling advice! 

But back to Chifusa, both of these apply to her as well, her breasts are well drawn and animated nicely, and she is often framed in such a way to ignite sexual desires since, and this may be a surprise to some of you, there’s nothing inherently sexual about breasts. Really, they’re just sacks of meat on women’s chests meant to supply to their child and that’s about it. They’re really no different than cow utters, to be quite honest, and if society was just slightly different, they wouldn’t be seen as a big deal, i mean it’s not an unfair thing to say that paizuri is basically rubbing your dick on a cow’s stomach region. That’s why it’s important to really sell the power of breasts, their softness, their bounciness, their smoothness, their firmness, because without that they’re just…there.

Thankfully the people in charge know how to get the mind rolling, take these gifs for examples, they’re just Chifusa’s breast bouncing up and down, but with the right framing it looks like she’s getting the ol’ western cowgirl. We know she’s not of course, but that’s what they’re trying to evoke here.

Or here when all these kids are ganging up on her to suckle her breasts as they once did to their deceased mother. It’s just suckling, but it’s framed as if she’s being gangbanged, especially with the climax at the end.


Or here with the rope(which is a little phallic in in itself) underwater,  mixing breast expansion and expressions to make it seem like she’s getting it from behind…and liking it!

Oh, did I mention there’s breast expansion with her? Because there is. And it is glorious.

Breasts being pressed against tight clothes is a trope as old as, well, big breasts became a mainstream kink! I think it has something to do with the idea of having your member being inbetween them and feeling the tightness and growth around you, or perhaps the idea of shoving yourself so far deep into her chest she can contain the space.

This is all, of course, aided by the fact Chifusa is typically depicted as a more in-charge, in control type character, so seeing her lose that vinner being flustered and succumb to pleasure is especially gratifying.

Thank god Kaede is there to help her do just that, and thank good she’s androgynous enough for use to pretend she’s a guy if we want to. I’ve been requested to talk about the series as a whole as well so expect that soon. If you have a request for anime girls you’d like me to critique, just hit me up with an ask! I also do my own art available here or by looking under the My Art tag on my blog. Commissions are open by the way! In any case, until next time!


Dating BamBam Would include

Anonymous said: Could you do dating yugyeom or youngjae or bambam or jinyoung? (Got7 hoe lmao)

A/N: I’ll be posting the Yugyeom and Youngjae ones really soon💕 Hope you like thiss

Originally posted by jypnior

•Okay okay okay
•This man may have a fuckboy persona
•But I can assure you
•He’d be the sweetest boyfriend ever
•On your first date
•He’d be so shy
•And try to act all mature and serious
•Although he’d see you notice his sudden change of behavior
•And would try to crack up some jokes
•But at the same time
•He’d try and be all smooth and stuff
•"No,no.. Please babe, let me pay”
•But would fail miserably very quickly
•"Oh shit… I fOrGoT mY wALLet"
•Don’t worry tho
•He’d get comfortable very quickly
•And would be his usual happy, never out of energy, cocky self in no time
•Which I don’t know if it’s a good thing or not..
•He’s the very protective, jealous type of boyfriend
•So, he’d never want to leave you alone with the guys
•But also because,
•As soon as he left the room
•"Hey Y/N.. how do you put up with him?“
•"I don’t”
•When he got mad
•Probably for the stupidest reasons
•He’d never be in the mood to fight
•He’d just be very pouty and bitchy
•Like a puppy that needs attention
•"Oh I see how it is.. You’d rather spend time with Jackson than your boyfriend okay!”
•Although as soon as you gave him your full attention..
•"No,no! Go cuddle Jackson hmmm"
•You know how they say that couples always have deep late night convos?
•Conversations with BamBam
•Especially late at night
•Would be quite the opposite of that
•"Sa-say it again!“
•"Kunpimook Bhuwakul?”
•"Y/N?? What’s so funny??“
•Being in a relationship with this man child would be amazing
•You get my point

~Admin VanillaKookie🍪

Just a bit fluff for today. AU where Sherlock finds a kitten and John is a veterinarian :)
I hope you like it!

One day Sherlock found a kitten.

Or the kitten found him.

It was a stormy day in April, and Sherlock was on his way home.
He ran down the street, his shoulders raised against the strong wind, and then he heard it.

A barely audible meowing coming from a car.

Frowning, he stopped and squinted, as he heard the sound again.

Hesitantly, he bent down and glanced under the car.

Out of the shadows, two wide open eyes flashed towards him, and he heard another, this time clearly frightened, moew. There was a small, shaggy kitten sitting there, huddled under the car.

“Oh,” Sherlock said quietly and went to his knees. “What are you doing down there?”

He cautiously reached out for the small bundle of fur. The kitten back a little, away from his fingers, and meowed miserably.

“It’s all fine,” whispered Sherlock. “I won’t hurt you.”

The kitten continued to gaze at him with wide-open eyes.

“Come here.” Sherlock stretched further under the car, and finally, the kitten cautiously sniffed his fingers. “That’s it, I’m not going to hurt you,” Sherlock said softly, stretching his second arm under the car too. When he took the kitten, it squealed, but didn’t try to run away. Sherlock pulled it out and frowned.

Bright, blue eyes looked at him from a dirty, grey face. The animal was very thin and ruffled. Sherlock could see blood on one leg. He sighed. “What am I going to do with you, huh?”

The kitten meowed softly and fidgeted with its paws.
“No, no, none of that,” Sherlock muttered, pressing the animal carefully against his chest. He got up and looked around the street, uncertain. The next moment he saw a sign with “veterinarian this way” and he sighed with relief.
“Let’s have you checked out, hm?" 


John Watson had just treated his last patient - a bulldog with a heavy cold - as his assistant pooped into the room.

"There’s another one, doctor.”

John frowned. “Wasn’t that the last appointment for today?”

“Yes, the young man in the waiting room says it’s an emergency. Found a kitten on the street. ”

“Oh,” John nodded. “Call him in.”

The man, who stormed into the treatment room a few seconds later, took John’s breath away.
He was tall and slim. Dark curls hung wildly into his pale face, from which bright blue - no silver - or green? - eyes beamed. He had prominent cheekbones and full lips.
In his arms, he had a gray bundle of fur, that he passed over to John immediately. “Here.”

John blinked, completely puzzled, and cleared his throat. “Uhm, good evening, Mister …”

“Sherlock Holmes,” said the man impatiently. “Sherlock is enough.”

“Sherlock. You found the kitten … ”

“It was under a car. I heard it meowing.”

“It was very nice of you to bring the kitten here,” John said as he gently took the small gray kitten from Sherlock. “Not everyone cares for a lonely, hurt animal on the street.”
Sherlock glared at him, then shrugged. He seemed a bit embarrassed. “I … well, I thought it was just the logical decision to bring it here. Because, if it dies down there, it might attract flies.” He wrinkled his nose. “And … other vermin.”

“Sure.” John nodded and smiled. He didn’t believe for a second that the man didn’t care about the life of the tiny creature.

He weighed the kitten and did some basic examinations. It was a girl. Unhealthy, a little chilled and an injured leg. Fortunately, the wound was not inflamed. John disinfected it and bandaged it carefully. He also gave the cat the basic vaccinations she surely didn’t have.Then he smiled at Sherlock, who had watched the whole procedure silently.

“She’s not that badly off. She desperately needs something to eat and drink. I’ll give you antibiotics for the wound. ”

“I … Wait a minute, I can’t …” Sherlock looked puzzled and shook his head hastily. “I can’t keep her,” he muttered, looking aside.

“Why not? She seems to like you very much,” said John, laughing as the kitten clumsily marched on Sherlock and meowed emphatically. “You see? It seems to me that you have been chosen.”

Sherlock looked down at the kitten and frowned. “I don’t know if … my landlady … and …”

John laughed and picked up the kitten. He placed it back into Sherlock’s arms, who looked down into the small bundle of fur, who was beginning to snuggle up and comfortably closed her eyes. He swallowed.

“I’ll give you a carrier,” John explained. “And at the front desk you can get the medication.”

“I … thank you.” Sherlock lowered his head and smiled crookedly as the kitten rubbed her head against his chest.

For a moment, it was quiet.

For a moment, they were just standing there.

Then, John suddenly felt that he had to say something before it was too late. Before he let a chance pass, which might never come back. That he had to do something.

Before he actually realized it, the words were already out of his mouth.

“Would you like to have dinner tomorrow? I know a good Chinese … ”

Sherlock looked at him. With big, astonished eyes.

John swallowed.
Great, Watson. Now you have screwed it up again …


John was so puzzled that he squeezed out a “what?”.

“Yes,” Sherlock repeated. “I’d like to have dinner with you.” And he smiled gently.

The kitten began to purr.

Corrected by my wonderful beta @bakerstreet-irregular

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Disposable pt 15

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you, and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate, no matter how much you try.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

Once you got a grip of yourself, you made your way back outside to the party. You avoided Yoongi for the rest of the night, busying yourself talking to anyone but him. Part of you wanted to demand to know why he always had to hurt you, and what you had ever done to deserve it. Another part of you wanted to crawl under the covers of your bed and cry while eating ice cream. Neither were options at the moment, so you settled for evasion. Not that Yoongi was making that very easy, he kept trying to talk to you. He would catch your elbow and ask if he could have a minute, and you would blow him off every time.

“I’m busy.” You said for what had to be the tenth time that night.

“You’re really not, this time. Please, can you just tell me what’s going on with you?” Yoongi pleaded. His eyes looked genuine, and you realized that all the smiles and laughter from the previous day must have been all a show—maybe so it would all hurt that much more when it was over. You guessed you should have known, from the day you first met Namjoon for lunch you had seen that Yoongi was a good actor. In the back of your mind, a little voice was saying that it was your fault for blackmailing him in the first place, because who wouldn’t want revenge in some way after that?

“Nothing is ‘going on’ with me. Don’t you have someone else you can bother?”

Yoongi’s eyes flashed with hurt, and he dropped the hand that was holding your arm. “I don’t get it, what did I do?”

You let out a sigh of frustration. “I said we would talk later.”

You could see the beginnings of annoyance on Yoongi’s face, which just furthered your own. He was the one who was always going out of his way to hurt you, but you don’t want to talk to him for once and he gets his feelings hurt? It wasn’t fair, none of it was, and you realized you didn’t even have anyone to talk to about it. The only person who knew your whole situation with Yoongi was Jackson, and he had left abruptly several hours earlier. He said something about getting an urgent phone call and ran off before you ever got a chance to talk to him.

Taehyung was waving to you, and you walked over to where he sat slightly reluctantly. He was holding his cat, the one he twisted his ankle rescuing, kissing its head before looking back at you. “What’d he do?” He asked. You weren’t particularly happy with Taehyung at the moment either, as long as he had known you (and your mother) you felt like he should have known better than to repeat what Yoongi said to your mother, but you knew that it must have been an accident. Your mother was good at getting exactly whatever information she wanted out of someone, and if Taehyung hadn’t given it to her, someone else would have eventually.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said tersely. Taehyung rolled his eyes at you, scratching behind the cat’s ears.

“You look like you want to punch Yoongi every time you look at him.”

“You know what, Taehyung? Our relationship really isn’t any of your business. In fact, it isn’t any of anyone’s business, so I don’t know why everyone has to know everything about it all of the time.”

“You’re mad at Yoongi, not me, remember?” Taehyung raised his eyebrows.

“No, I’m mad at everyone who seems to think they have some right to know everything about my life. I shouldn’t have to justify everything I do to everyone I know.” Maybe some of your anger was misplaced, but you couldn’t be bothered to care at the moment. You turned on your heals and walked away from where a completely bewildered Taehyung sat. You didn’t bother to talk to anyone you passed by, ignoring their attempts to gain your attention. You passed Jungkook walking up the stairs to go inside, and he caught your eye for a moment.

“Are you okay?”

“I wish people would stop fucking asking me that.” You snapped as you walked passed him.

The bedroom door clicked behind Yoongi, but he didn’t move further into the room. The party had finally ended, and you still weren’t talking to him. He had decided that maybe he should just let you have your space, but you still had to share a room.

You were on your phone when he walked in, and looked up briefly to scoff and roll your eyes before turning your eyes back to the screen.

“Look, if I did something, you have to talk to me. Just being angry isn’t going to fix anything.” He said, trying to contain his own annoyance. You were being a child, and he really didn’t have the patience for it right then.

“Right, like that would do any good. You just want to hear how miserable I am. You’re a fucking sadist.”

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The Fear You Won’t Fall

Bucky x Reader

WC 1400

Fluff. So freaking fluffy. Like, brush your teeth after.

Warnings swearing

AN This is written for @becaamm ‘s song challenge. Based on the song “The Fear You Won’t Fall” by the incomparable Joshua Radin. If you haven’t heard this song (or any of his stuff) I strongly urge you to do so. His music is just…so emotional. It makes my heart full.

I hope you all enjoy this!

You can still remember the day you met James “Bucky” Barnes. You were new to the Avengers and as Tony showed you around the tower, as you turned a corner, you literally bumped into Bucky. As soon as you locked eyes it was as if time stopped. You could feel the blood rushing through your ears and heaven help you! you were going to faint.

Strong arms held you up and kept you from falling and although your first impression left much to be desired, somehow you and Bucky ended up becoming fast friends.

Maybe it was because you didn’t treat him like glass and gave just as much as shit as he gave you or because your shared love of super sweet coffee drinks but it didn’t matter. You and Bucky were as thick as thieves.

You never told him about why you reacted the way you did upon first seeing him. You chalked it up to low-blood sugar and he never pushed the matter.

The two of you spent so much time together that eventually, Tony had your room moved to Bucky’s floor this way you would never have to be far from one another.

Any time someone asked about your relationship you both scoffed and replied by explaining how you were best friends, nothing more but you couldn’t help how your heart broke a little more each time this was said.

It was months after the room move when finally Natasha and Wanda confronted you about your feelings, cornering you in the shared kitchen.

“Look, Y/N, we know the truth,” Wanda started.

“I can’t believe you read my mind!” you scolded her.

Natasha held up her hands, stopping you, “You know Wanda would never do that. No, you big idiot, it’s obvious. C’mon, you think we don’t know you?”

You sank down into a chair, putting your head in your hands, “And yet you think he’d catch on…”

“Then tell him.”

You laughed, “Really guys? You think that’s gonna go over well? You know how he gets.”

“Look at it like this, the guys have an upcoming mission that’s going to take them away for quite some time. Tell him before. That way, he has the mission to deal with things.”

You started at your friends, shocked. “That might jeopardize the mission!”

“It’ll be fine,” Wanda reassured you in her soft voice. “Just do this for you.”

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Internalized Oppression

It was wet.

There were tears.

It reminded Harry eerily like a certain event in his fifth year but he couldn’t bring himself to remember what it was.

It was painful.

It was exhilarating.

It was Draco’s best nightmare and worst dream – a fantasy that he thought would only play inside of his head.

It was their eighth year and they were done with the war, the pain, the torment and the tension. When they first locked eyes from across the hall, Harry attempted to scowl, Draco attempted to sneer. But the exhaustion that hit them both at just the attempt to maintain their rivalry was too much. Instead, they looked away with a sigh.

The beginning of the year passed by without much interruption. The civility between them rose to a level of acquaintanceship and before long, glares in the hall turned into ‘Hello Malfoy’, which quickly morphed into ‘Good morning Harry’s.’

The school slowly began its recovery just as theirs did.

Of course, things would never stay that smooth.

Things never did.

“Fuck,” Draco gasped as teeth bit down at the junction of his neck, leaving a mark that would be visible without a doubt. Fear lanced up his body at the aspect of people seeing, people knowing. His hands scrabbled for purchase on Harry’s back, gripping at a robe that was slipping off of his shoulders anyway. “Har- Harry-“ His voice hitched.

The other boy’s hands were on a mission to touch everywhere, discover everything. He could hear the tears in Draco’s words and he knew exactly why they were there, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

It was one thing to pull Harry into this mess that Draco called a crisis. It was another thing to drag him down with him.

The kisses were hot and heavy, the touches scorched Draco’s body hotter than a dragon’s breath. He squirmed away at every grasp and scrape but then his body would arch forward again, thrusting himself back into Harry’s waiting arms. He tried to turn his head away from Harry’s questing lips but his own would eventually find their way back to the other’s, joining in a lustful explosion that tasted like Harry, Harry, Harry.

He was crying because it hurt. The nails on his body, the feel of the rough stone against his back, the knowledge that he couldn’t.

He could not.

Be gay.

But Harry’s kisses made him lose his mind and with each husky whisper of his name, Draco was whimpering all over again, pulling the saviour of the wizarding world even closer to him.

His father would kill him, the world would scorn him, he would immediately be disowned. His mother would hate him, his friends would shun him, and his future career would be thrown out the window. His morality was shattered, his ideals destroyed and a possible heir would be impossible.

It was a mess.

It was a mess.

It was a glorious mess that made Draco want to rip his heart out because he couldn’t understand why someone could be so addicting – why someone could make him feel so whole yet so disgusting.

“Draco, do you-“

Yes,” he moaned without even letting the other one finish, pushing himself forward without shame or thought. “Please.”

He didn’t know what he was expecting but he should have. Draco should have known that Harry, swept up in a whirlwind of emotions just as he was, wouldn’t stop to ask once more just to be sure. Instead, he felt hands at his belt, fumbling.


A zipper, a plunge, a grasp.

Immediately, Draco pushed Harry away, gasping at the sudden invasion. The bespectacled boy fell away so brusquely that his back collided with the opposite wall of the alcove.

They had kissed plenty of times but never before did they go this far. Draco always assumed that Harry was still trying to figure himself out and that he understood the turmoil that was going through Draco’s mind. He didn’t think- He didn’t think-

He didn’t think-

“Draco, what the hell?”

“Harry, I’m-“

“No, fuck, you need to figure this out.” The problem was hit head on.

He looked just as distressed as Draco felt and the Slytherin gripped his fists tight as he tried to battle the rising emotions within him.

“You know that I can’t,” he said, forcing his voice to stay as firm as possible.

Harry ran his fingers angrily through his hair, shooting Draco a glare. “Well you need to!” He exclaimed. “We can’t keep doing this- this,” he waved his hand at Draco, “This whole pity thing whenever we get together!”

Draco stilled at the accusation.

“You keep coming to me or you don’t push me away but each time it happens you start panicking! You have to figure out what you want from us because there’s only so much I can take when I want to be with you and all you give me in return is an existential crisis.”

“Harry-“ He tried to say but the other boy’s heated glare stopped him in his tracks.

“I get that you think we’re a disgrace to society. But you know what that means? You’re calling me repulsive. And you know what? By the looks of you right now, I don’t think you were thinking me repulsive just a few seconds ago. You have more sense in you than to be a fucking hypocrite and of all the things in the world, I never expected Draco sodding Malfoy to cry so much when he kisses.”

“It’s not my bloody fault!” Draco finally yelled back in return, slamming his fist against the wall behind him. “It’s not my bloody fucking fault that my father will kill me if he knew. It’s not my fault that I was raised up in a way to believe that this is completely wrong! It’s not my-“

Harry cut in by shoving a finger into Draco’s chest. “It is your fucking fault if you think that dragging me along with promises of figuring yourself out is anywhere close to okay! I get that you feel like your world’s crashing down on you but Draco, it’s not! And I don’t deserve to be used as a way to release your pent up sadness and anger if you don’t take my feelings into account!”

Draco stared with wide eyes as Harry’s own seemed to take on flames not of passion, but of fury. He had seen the other boy this mad before but at a time where they hated each other. To see it again seemed like a curse straight to the heart.

“Let me help you! But don’t let me help you by being your emotional toy. You don’t think I’m trying to discover this myself? Draco, I like you,” he said earnestly but with distress in his voice. “I like you but I’m not going to let myself become miserable just because you can’t make up your mind on whether or not you think I’m worth it or just a gross pastime.”

He wasn’t, though. Harry himself could never be gross. Harry was perfect and Draco had to tell him, tell him that he was perfect, show him that with maybe just a bit of time he could try to-

“But so far all I’ve gotten was that you love the physical stuff and are completely blindsiding the emotional part of this. And I don’t want to deal with that.”


The other boy stepped back, pain in his eyes but determination in his form. “No, Draco. Figure it out. I’m not going to figure it out for you.”

Fear flared within Draco’s chest as he reached out in order to grasp his arm, anything to make Harry stay, to let him hear his explanation.

But his world shattered when Harry purposefully twisted away, shaking his head.


“Draco, this needs to stop.”


“I’ve given you so many chances. I’ve tried to talk to you.

I know, but-

“But if you’re not happy with who you are,”

I AM, Harry, please-

“Then I can’t be happy with you.”

AN: So this is dedicated to many of my lovely new friends. It’s late and i’ll add the tags of your guys’ blogs tomorrow but you know who you are.

We get a lot of questions on the blog asking if something or other is “normal”. You may have noticed that, when I answer these questions, I never use the word normal. I generally answer as if “is this typical for autism” had been asked instead. Today I want to explain why as well as why I wish we didn’t get questions like this.

Let’s start by looking at the word normal. Many of us have heard phrases like “normal is only a setting on a washing machine.” Normal is a commonly used word that is no longer bound in the pages of the dictionary, but rather living and changing in the shrouds of cultural connotations and social ideals. Normal is steeped in the meanings that we as a society have bestowed upon it.

When normal is stripped down to it’s dictionary definition, we find that it appears to be similar to the word typical which is a word I use often when responding to asks. Normal is defined as “conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected” while typical is defined as “conforming to a type.” Based on just these definitions, the words are synonymous, however, when we begin to examine the social trappings that enshrouds these words, we find that there is actually quite to difference.

Normal means conforming to a standard. Pretty straightforward. Yet, what is the standard? More often than not, that standard is societal expectations. So, in essence, asking “is ___ normal?” is asking “is ___ socially acceptable?” For the standard upon which we are judged, the standard which we are expected to conform to, is not just whether a behavior occurs commonly but does it fall within the bounds of what is considered permissible by society.

Normal is a word that has been weaponized against many of us. Our autistic and other neurodivergent traits fall outside the narrow bounds of what is considered normal. From childhood, many of us are mistreated, bullied, and abused into behaving more normally. This is the whole goal of ABA after all. They dress it up in language of “indistinguishable from peers” but what is meant by that is normal. For many of us, our parents, our classmates, our teachers, our friends, and more push for us to be more normal, they push for us to conform to the standard set for by society.

And, many of us internalize this ableism. We push ourselves to be more normal, to fit in, to be like others so that we will be loved and accepted. We create these fake versions of ourselves so that we appear to be neurotypical, despite the enormous toll of this. We push ourselves to the break for fear of being weird, for fear of being deemed abnormal. We ask ourselves constantly if x, y, or z behavior is normal. We analyze ourselves for any signs of abnormality and try to hide them away beneath the persona we have created.

But why? Why are we trying to conform to an oppressive standard? Why are we forcing ourselves into boxes made for straight, white, able-bodied, neurotypical cismen and cutting off pieces of ourselves in the process?

Is it normal to stim? Is it normal to avoid eye contact? Is it normal to obsesses over interests or eat the same food over and over or focus so hard we forget to eat? No, but why does it matter? These things are not socially acceptable nor does it conform to the standard, but so what? What is the point in conforming to a society that wishes to chop us apart and discard the things that bring us joy or comfort so that we’ll fit into the narrow boxes crafted of normal?

I wish we got less questions asking if ___ is normal. Not because I think any less of those who phrase things this way, but because I know the internalized ableism that comes along with striving for normal. When almost every around us sends the message that we are strange, weird, abnormal, and that anything outside of normal is bad, it becomes easy to let these messages become a part of us and dictate how we feel about ourselves. When striving for normal, it becomes easy to discard the parts of us that don’t fit the narrative. We learn to hate the parts of ourselves that don’t conform, and, in the process, lose that which makes us beautifully unique individuals.

All of you deserve so much more than to live a life in the box of normal. You are such a wonderfully unique and special person. Why sacrifice that to conform to a society that would rather see you normal and miserable than happy as yourself? Why force yourself to be someone you’re not to conform to narrow ideas of normal?

Normal may be benign when looked at in the dictionary, but the social ideas that encompass and eclipse this are pretty ableist. Autistic people aren’t normal. People in wheelchairs aren’t normal. Mentally ill people aren’t normal. None of us with disabilities are normal. And that’s ok. So what if we don’t fit into the norms? So what if our lives don’t conform to what is socially proper and acceptable? What really matters is that we live the best lives we can. Not lives based on societies ideas of what is best but what is truly best for our own unique situations.

I can never live alone and I’m ok with that. I may never have the white picket suburban dream house, and that’s ok. You know why? Because I’m going to live the life that’s right for me. Sure, my life won’t conform to the standards, but it will be, and is, full of joy, growth, fulfillment, companionship, hope, and love.

So, no X behavior isn’t normal, but it may be typical for the autistic experience.

I will never shame anyone for using normal in an ask, but I do hope that you all consider the ableism behind normal as well as the internalized ableism you are likely harboring. Ask yourself what standards you are striving to conform to and why. Is it because they make you happy? Is it because this will help you get to where you want to go? Are you able to be yourself? If not, why is this something you want to conform to?

I ask that you take a hard look at yourself and ask yourself if you are living your life for you or if you are living for normal. If you have to cut away pieces of yourself or hide your true self, can you really be happy?

Thanks for taking the time to read my rambles. I hope that soon we’ll be seeing less questions about normal.

Live freely

Live radically

Live boldly

Live autistically


da-at-ass  asked:

People often ask what would you tell a witch who's just starting out, but what would you tell a seasoned and exasperated witch who's ready to (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻ their altar and whole practice? I'm not in that headspace right now but I have been before, and I know lots of us have been.

I love this question, and it came at the perfect time, because I’m preparing for Self Season, which resulted from my own altar flipping frustration!

I don’t want this to be taken the wrong way, so let me state upfront that what I’m about to say has a GIANT caveat attached to it, but when I feel the overwhelming desire to just abandon something I love, and to give up? I give up. That’s my advice!

Okay, so the caveat – when I say quit, maybe I mean…pivot?

I’ll give an example! I mentioned Self Season, so we’ll look at those origins. 

At about 22, I had been practicing witchcraft for 13 years, and I hated it. I didn’t feel like my practice reflected what I wanted out of it. There were some things I liked, but at the time I had been trying to force myself into a Neo-Wiccan mold for over a decade that didn’t fit me. And I tried to change myself to get there, and that didn’t work. And I changed it to suit me better, but I never felt comfortable.

After realizing I’d forgotten Lughnasadh YET AGAIN, and that I honestly did not care, I finally felt like I had to accept it. Witchcraft mattered to me. Paganism mattered to me. 

But Wicca? I didn’t give a fuck about it and I never did. And I was miserable because I’d been trying to force something to work that just wasn’t meant to, mostly just because I wanted a label to give me comfort and structure, even if it didn’t fit.

That was the moment when I said, okay, well I have no idea what I am now. I guess I’m just your average hellbound witch. And thus the seed of my blog began to take root :’)))

But right after that is when I sat down with a sheet of paper and wrote down the things I was ACTUALLY interested in. The kinds of magic I wanted to do, or at least learn more about. 

And then I made myself a reading list, because I love a good reading list. And I added podcasts and blogs as well. If it was related to one of my areas of interest – animal magic, local witchcraft, potions, and more – I put it on my list. 

And then I spent the next year or so reading and learning and figuring out how to be what I wanted to be and not what I thought I should be (based off of criteria that had nothing to do with what I wanted or what made me happy).

And it was awesome.

I haven’t wanted to quit since then, and I think part of what has helped that is that I made that self-auditing period I took in August an annual thing. I check in every year on where I’m at and what I’ve learned and what I want to learn. I look at parts of my practice that maybe don’t make any sense for who I am anymore and I see if I can evolve them or I cut them out if necessary.

For example, a lot of what I learned about in the realm of animal magic was very useful even across other areas. The influence that my animal magic studies had on my card spirit work isn’t often acknowledged, but it’s there. Still, at the end of the day, I just didn’t care that much about working with animals. And rather than try and force that, I said, okay, I’ll let it go.

My general opinion is that if something makes you want to quit that badly, then something is probably wrong

So my advice is to find out what’s wrong, and a LOT of the time the answer to that is “I’m trying to make this thing work for me that isn’t supposed to work like this.” and the answer is to step back and try it a different way or do something else. 

I think people feel like they want to quit because it’s hard, so they just need to power through it, but it’s hard because you’re not supposed to be doing it….

Which like, the witchy/pagan/whatever community is very much built on this culture of suffering. If you’re happy then you’re doing it all wrong XDD and I don’t think that helps at all!

So yeah, to recap:

  1. take a look at what’s not making you happy
  2. stop doing that thing
  3. figure out how to do it better or:
  4. figure out what to do instead
  5. do that

And that’s my advice :’)))


💝 @simplistic-love-and-beauty​ 💝 (OH YES GENDRY MY BOY!!) Hope you’ll like it!! 😘

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A-Z Nsfw Headcanons.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) :
Very hot, trying to catch his breath, chest and arms covered in a sheen of fine sweat, he’d look so sexy you could just fuck him again. He’d lay for a few moments breathless and then your turn his head to you - his blue eyes so dark and cloued by the though of sex and passion. Will stay with you in bed for some time, arms around you, not wanting to leave at all.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) :
Your tits. He just can’t help himself but stare when you bend down or unfasten your corset his eyes just pop out and all he wants is to bury his face in your cleavage and squeeze then, suck on them, bite them.
He really likes his arms, because he knows you like them so much, especially when he’s shirtless, covered in dirt and sweat and soot. So hot.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) :
Let him cum on your tits and this boy will be putty in your hands! The satisfaction he gets from seeing you drag your finger across your nipple and then lick it, it turns his brain into mush.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) :
It turns him on immediately if you come to the forge, he’s all dirty and covered in black and sweat, hammering a sword, and you watch him do it for a while, but eventually go and kiss him, sneak one hand in his pants and when he tells you “I’m covered in sweat and dirt” you place his hands on your hips and bend over the table, lifting up your skirt. Holy shit.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Has had sex before, though there are things he knows are yet to be done and discovered.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) :
Loves it when you ride him so he can look at your breasts bouncing, he can grab them, pull you closer and suck on them. Also is really into it when you’re sitting on a table and he’s between your legs, holding your waist tightly as you have your head thrown back.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) :
Loves looking at you, will often bite his lips, throw his head back and girp your waist, hips, ass tighter. Is not goofy or serious, but instead really into the moment. Just so lost in the pleasure and so focused on you at the same time. It’s kind of fascinating really.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) :
Keeps the situation downstair under control and tamed. Doesn’t like it when it gets too crazy, though he likes how it looks when you both have a bit hair down there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Is pretty much high on you everytime you have sex. It’s like you’re a drug and he can’t get enough. Everything is always very intimate and sensual with him, even when you guys get more wild and rough with eachother. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) :
Often thinks of fucking you when he does it, mostly fucking you in the forge, or cumming on your tits, or sometimes he has these wild thoughts about tying you up and completely taking control over you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) :
Really likes it when you talk dirty to him and when you wear provocative, sometimes wearing a white, very sheer innocent, maiden looking dress, and sometimes just straight up slutty looking clothes. Dressing all revealing and sexy for him really turns him on, though at first he was rather shy about it, the more you did it the more he admitted to like it. 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Is a private person, doesn’t like talking about or bragging about your sexual life and what you do, so anywhere he knows you’ll be alone and unbothered, though the risk of someone seeing you having sex turns him on very much, so the forge is still one of his favourite places, but mostly for a quickie.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Touch him on the back of his neck or run your fingers up and down his arm, tell him in the most innocent sounding voice ( has a thing for innocence and maidens, who are actually very very dirty minded) that you’re so wet and you want him, that you can’t wait and you need to feel him or you’ll go insane (and touch yourself while talking too). This boy will get you both undressed faster than you can blink. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) :
Can’t have sex if someone’s watching and can’t have a platonic, straight up physical sex with no mental or emotional connection. Sex in general for him is romantic, speacial and emotional. He needs those things in order to have sex, otherwise it’s just fucking like some mindless animal and he’s not an animal, nor he’s mindless.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) :
When you look up at him with your glossy eyes, bobbing your head up and down, it’s like he sees an angel, an angel that’s literally blowing off his mind. Usually he throws his head back and shuts his eyes tightly, hands rested on the table. Nose slightly twitching, every muscle of his body tensed.
Loves eating you out, most of the times you’re riding his face and he’s gripping your hips and ass like crazy, working his tongue in and out, swirling it around. He’s just like a madman down there.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Can go either way, depending on the situation. You just go and whisper some dirty things in his ear and he’ll start banging on the wall with his fists.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):
He likes to say he knows how to handle you and how to tell you “Not now”, but let’s be honest you’re his kryptonite. And a good kryptonite always gets what it wants. Here comes a quickie then.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) :
More than anything the risk of getting caught turns him on and he can completely loose his mind and fuck your brains out. In moments like this, the adrenaline hits him so hard later when he asks you “What’s going on, why are you moaning?” - “Well you pretty much fucked the life out of me yesterday” he’d be so surprised because “I did?” (”Yeah I did”).

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) :
He can’t last for too long, but with some short breaks in between he can go for a couple rounds.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):
Most likely you’d be the one to suggest it and he’d look at you with wide eyes, but secretly would love to use it on you, or you on him. Is actually more down for freaky things that you’d imagine, hejust has to feel comfortable and secure with the person and also have that nice emotional bond.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) :
May try to tease you once or twice and will fail miserably because he will have no patience or self control for that shit. Loves it when you tease him though. So tease him! Talk dirty things in his ear while jacking him off and tell him you were a bad girl and you want his strong arms to leave some nice red handprints on your ass. You’ll drive him completely crazy and he’ll fall for you even more.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) :
Bites his lips a lot, makes some deep sexy grunts and low dragged breaths. Sometimes curses under his breath right before throwing his head back.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) :
His heart melts every time when you have your arms wrapped around his neck while he;s fucking you and tell him “God I fucking love you” followed by some long wet kisses on his lips and neck. The boy will melt from the inside! And then when you’re both in bed under the covers he will have you very close and tell you how much he loves you too.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) :
Not too long, but very thick, it actually got you off guard when you saw it for the first time because it was damn impressive.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) :
High is the word for Gendry. He just can’t seem to grasp the meaning of the word “no” when it comes to your vagina. Sometimes he even laughs about it quietly and when Jon asks him what’s he laughing at “Vaginas are powerful you know” - “That a…nice observation.” (Bonus: The Hound: “They’re fucking dangerous”)

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) :
All he needs is to feel the warmth of your body and the scnet of your skin and he can doze off happily.

Honorary Art

Originally posted by peeblesprotectionpatrol

Request:  Hey doll! I loved your newest fic, it was super good, even though it was sad. Do you think you’d be able to write one of the boys (your choice) x fem reader, where she has lots of tattoos but they don’t know and they see one day and are really shocked. Sorry if it’s too specific, I just loooove your writing too much :)

Summary: GenderNeutral!Reader has a few tats they’re hiding.

A/N: Hello all, super long gap between fics again, I know, I’m sorry, I’m the worst :( I don’t really have an excuse except that I was kinda busy (I had a speech to write, a presentation to give, and a midterm all in the same week rip) and I had 0 inspiration :( sorry y’all bt I’m here now with hopefully 2 new fics tonight! Hope you guys enjoy these :D

Wordcount: 1069, I tried making this longer but I couldn’t rip

Requests are closed at the moment, sorry friends!

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