being pushed aside

Sorry for all the langst if ya don't like it buttttt..

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Can we just talk about the comic for a second? I would first like to pull into attention this panel

here they are talking about the sphynx’s riddle. Its a little hard to see, but that is in fact Lance talking. he mentions how his heart has been broken before but is now stronger. First of all, I thought like, holy quiznak thats out of character?? but maybe its not, maybe he is for once being real? I dont know, I might be over thinking this one, but its okay becuase overthinking is fun. To me it also sounds like maybe a cry for help, given the probable context of the next one.

okay, when I read this page, my entire being pretty much died. like, okay. Its pretty damn obvious here, not only is the sphynx calling lance out for being pathetic, but Lance doesn’t disagree. Again, something that is pretty out of character for this kid, given how he acted when they were rescuing the princess from earlier. This guy knows what goes on in Lance’s head, and after saying that, Lance couldn’t argue because he views himself as pathetic as well. this rounds back to season two when they are trying to get Slav out of prison, when he talks about being a seventh wheel.

I guess what I’m trying to get at is, Lance obviously has something going on. Not only is he homesick, but he can also feel himself being pushed aside, like he kinda was in season two, and kinda in general. and none of that helps with the self doubt and possibly even hate that he already has for himself. He is very good at not letting it show through, but I honestly think there are some serious mental issues happening with him. And, seeing as though this show isn’t afraid of making Shiro’s PTSD clear, I’m pretty sure that Lance’s insecurities are much much more than just that. That they are so bad that he feels he has to pretend to be someone else just to seem happy. 


But I could be completely wrong, he could simply be thinking about the thousands of hours hes probably wasted  watching cat videos. I guess we will find out though, huh? Just some food for thought, good night everyone!

(on a lighter note, I think o see some Klance goin on in the first pic too~)

anonymous asked:

How about a semi angsty fight with the rfa+V but they make up because HAPPY ENDINGS ARE NICE

I’m a slut for angst don’t give me this power 

Yoosung: 

✮ you had accidentally knocked the power cord to his computer while you were cleaning and he was playing LOLOL 
✮ he screamed 
✮ he was ranting and raving about how he was in the middle of an important raid and he was so close to levelling up 
✮ and you’re kinda standing there with a laundry basket and a pile of clothes almost over your head 
✮ and you don’t know what to do 
✮ you kind of want to cry 
✮ you kind of want to throw the laundry at his head 
✮ until 
✮ “rika never did things like this!!”
✮ oh 
✮ of course
✮ it somehow always got back to this point. comparing you with rika 
✮ sometimes he didn’t mean it or even realise he’d done it. but this was different 
✮ you remain eerily calm, putting the laundry down before turning to glare at yoosung 
✮ a wave of realisation hits him and he’s just full of guilt 
✮ you very calmly tell him you’re going to spend the night with jaehee, and ask him not to contact you 
✮ he begins crying and pleading with you to stop and stay 
✮ he’s so sorry and he’s just hating himself while you pack an overnight bag
✮ he’s practically on his knees and following you, begging you to stay 
✮ you kind of pause when you see the raw sorrow in his face 
✮ you sigh and stop for a moment 
✮ you’re hurt but you know that you have to talk it out with yoosung for it to get better 
✮ you both talk for a few hours, and he completely understands your viewpoint and he apologises 18923475829 times 
✮ he stays off of LOLOL for a few weeks, and even after that he tries not to get too obsessed– because that’s how the whole problem started 
✮ he just doesn’t want to lose you 

Jaehee: 

✎ you just wanted her to stop working so much 
✎ she was working overtime at the cafe 
✎ so much that she practically lived there 
✎ she was there after-hours and before-hours 
✎ sometimes she slept there and wouldn’t come home 
✎ so you book a holiday for her in secret, making plans behind her back for the cafe so it can function without her
✎ you tell all the employees and the deliverers who are close with the shop 
✎ but when you sit jaehee down and announce your plan 
✎ she gets so cold 
✎ she wants none of it 
✎ she’s not overworking herself dammit 
✎ she’s just doing what needs to be done 
✎ you try telling her that she doesn’t need to coddle the cafe, that you and the other emplyees were fully capable of running it 
✎ but she’s so worked up 
✎ and she says that you can’t 
✎ you’re clearly offended and you’re upset that your hard work planning this holiday for her is being pushed aside 
✎ somehow, you get her to take the holiday and see how it pans out 
✎ she’s calling you constantly 
✎ eventually you start ignoring her calls and texts 
✎ she gets so freaked out that the cafe is literally crumbling with you in charge so she rushes home 
✎ and you’re so mad when she rushes into the cafe, only to stop when she sees everything is going as usual 
✎ “b-but you weren’t answering my calls! I thought something happened!” 
✎ “jaehee i was ignoring you because you have no trust in me and I was busy making sure you could enjoy your holiday!” you were screaming 
✎ she felt so bad 
✎ she took her vacation and came back a lot better 
✎ you two made up, and she explained that her problem came from being jumin’s assistant for so long (if she didn’t do her job everything fucked up bc jumin is horrible at his job lmao) 
✎ she was a lot more calm after that and took breaks when she needed to (even took some time off on every second weekend- when you took care of the cafe) 

Zen: 

✿ he was working 
✿ of course 
✿ his job was the root of most of your arguments as a couple 
✿ but this time he had gone out for drinks with the cast 
✿ while you were standing outside of a restaurant waiting for him- you were going to have a date since filming was wrapping up that day (which is why the cast was having drinks in the first place) 
✿ you had faith in him, and stayed there until the restaurant closed 
✿ which was very, very late in the evening, seeing as it was part bar 
✿ as you were walking home, upset 
✿ zen came stumbling out of the bar with his castmates 
✿ he doesn’t notice you at first 
✿ until one of his acting buddies points at you, not recognising you, and laughs about how you’re soaked in rain and look like you’ve had that worst day of your life 
✿ you hear him 
✿ zen chuckles slightly before looking closer and realising who it is 
✿ swears up a storm as he pushes away everyone- muttering out something like ‘ssss my girlfirendddd’ 
✿ he tries to grab you because you’re storming away 
✿ he’s trying to coo and ask you why you were out so late because he’s drunk and doesn’t remember 
✿ you slap his hands away before screaming at him 
✿ “I was waiting for you! Our date for celebrating the end of filming?! Guess you had other plans, huh?!” 
✿ he’s so shocked like 
✿ it looks like he’s been smacked in the face 
✿ he follows you all the way home, apologising profusely 
✿ you make him sleep on the couch and lock yourself in the bedroom 
✿ when he wakes up the next morning he remembers, even through his wicked hangover 
✿ he cooks an amazing breakfast and waits for you to come out 
✿ when you do he hands you flowers with a card about how sorry he is
✿ he swears that he’ll make it up to you- and never let it happen ever again 

Jumin: 

₩ he was planning on properly introducing you to his father 
₩ but he was getting so controlling 
₩ he literally dressed you and did your hair and practically gave you a lecture on how to act and what to say 
₩ you’re kind of pissed at him but try to understand that he’s just stressed about how his father will react 
₩ his father loves you, and you loosen up- begin to be yourself 
₩ his father leaves after blessing your relationship together 
₩ but jumin is fuming 
₩ ‘what were you doing?! I told you not to say this or that’ blah blah 
₩ you’re just so shocked 
₩ “jumin that’s not who I am!” 
₩ “that’s who you should be!” 
₩ silence. 
₩ jumin has never been afraid of anything 
₩ but he’s afraid of this silence and the tears that are slipping down your cheeks 
₩ he’s afraid of what he said. he’s afraid of himself 
₩ he stumbles over his words as he tries to apologise, saying that isn’t what he meant 
₩ you can’t hear him though, all you can hear is his previous words echoing through your head 
₩ you tell him you’re sleeping in the guest room that night- the only thing you said before locking him out 
₩ when you get up the next morning 
₩ you open the door and see jumin sitting on the ground agains the wall next to your door, elizabeth pulled to his chest 
₩ his eyes were puffy and his cheeks and nose red 
₩ he had a note next to him that he hadn’t finished 
₩ it read ‘I’m sorry’ over and over, tear stains smudging some of the letters 
₩ you sigh, and kneel down to wake him up 
₩ he explains that he thought his father wouldn’t accept you unless you were like the other women and he didn’t want his father to come between your relationship anymore than he already had with the Sarah bullshit 
₩ and you make up but he spends so long reassuring you that he loves you so much, just the way you are 

Seven/Saeyoung: 

✞ he was doing it again
✞ he was trying to push you away 
✞ someone had approached you while you were on the street, asking about a ‘707′ 
✞ when you told saeyoung he got so scared and reverted back to his old ways 
✞ trying to push you away so that you ‘wouldn’t get hurt’ 
✞ when you try to kiss his cheek he physically pushes you away (after acting hostile all day) 
✞ and you trip over his wires and fall- hitting your head on the ground 
✞ he’s shocked, you’re shocked 
✞ he reaches forward to try and help you but freezes when you flinch away 
✞ he feels like less than shit 
✞ he feels like death himself. the grim reaper- that’s him. 
✞ he watches helplessly as you stumble to your feet and rush off to the bedroom, locking yourself inside (even though Saeyoung had control over the locks) 
✞ he spends about an hour just leaning over his desk with his head in his hands, thinking over how terrible he had been 
✞ how you deserve so much better 
✞ he was unstable. he was dangerous. 
✞ you were the light. you were everything 
✞ after a while he unlocks the door and sends your robot-cat in with flowers and a note in his mouth 
✞ it’s a handwritten letter from saeyoung, telling you he was just scared 
✞ that he was so sorry. that he loved you more than he could ever understand and he didn’t know how to deal with that yet 
✞ you slowly walk out, seeing him sitting on the ground somewhere, surrounded by the mess that he’d made 
✞ he had thrown all the cushions and pillows on the couch. ripped up the first drafts of the note. he’d even knocked one of his monitors to the ground, shattering it.
✞ you sit with him and talk together 
✞ you make a plan for how you can both deal with these times better 
✞ he promises to spend his life making sure you’re as happy as you can be 

V/Jihyun:

☼ i’m so sorry but i don’t want to hurt this precious roll 

A Blue CatAstrophe!

Lance isn’t missing, he’s right there. It was an accident, how he’d ended up ‘missing’, but Blue said that there should be some cure for this. He wished he was human again, so he could comfort his team with the knowledge that he wasn’t dead. But no, he’s a cat, and the only way to make sure they smile is to knock all the pens to the ground, chase some string, and occasionally wake up his crush and idol up from a nightmare and almost get smacked across the room by accident. Well, okay, that last one had to be mended since he was apparently a good stress reliever if you ran your hands down his back… too bad it wouldn’t happen if he was a human. So, for now, he’ll deal with being a brown and darker brown swirled tabby kitten for just a little bit longer. Purrrrrrrr…..

A Cat Au, where Lance becomes a cat and hell ensues.

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Noiseless (MET with FemReader) fluff drabble

Originally posted by lightninglime

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(A/n): Guess who feels bad for not writing shit

Request:  Can another platonic mark x Tyler x Ethan x reader where the reader is very sensitive to noise and gets stuck in the middle of a large group of fans screaming for mark. And Tyler gets super protective trying to get her out of the situation. Sorry if I didn’t explain that well.

Warnings: You can bet your ass there is fluff and swearing sewn together with a mass amount of bullshit

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“Wow, today is really nice!” (Y/n) called heartily.

A group of six were making their way into a large park like area. Several clouds roamed idly against a blue background. The mass amounts of fluff blocked some rays of the sun, making the air perfectly warm and peacefully shady.

“Yeah! You really picked this one well, Mark.” Ethan commented.

Mark took a second to grin at him, triumph backing his gesture “I know, I’m just that great.”

Amy and (Y/n) laughed together after the youtuber had spoken. The blonde girl said “Pretty good for not checking the weather report.”

Mark had his cheeks puffed in response, allowing his smile to falter as he pouted childishly. The six continued to walk, swimming in a chorus of laughs.

“We are pretty late.” Tyler offered “There is most likely going to be a lot of people waiting…”

“Well sorry! I had to floof my hair!” Mark defended.

“For power.” (Y/n) added.

Sooner or later, they all crossed the large green field; drawing near to the park portion. Kathryn had said that they were planned to meet up at one of the large spruce trees in the area. Getting to the tree wasn’t very hard, though from just a little bit away, they were finally seeing how many people were really there.

A lot.

As they approached, a few began to see the youtubers and started cheering. A chain reaction caused most everyone else to scream as well.

A lot of the cheers were dedicated toward their ring leader Mark. Not very loud, until they were standing amongst the fans themselves. Mark was smiling gaily as he raised his arms, erupting more screams from the audience.

(Y/n) was shocked to hear how loud it was just standing in the center. She bowed her head in retreat, tucking in her shoulders.

Tyler was able to peer over and view her distressed image, not liking what he was seeing.

Ethan allowed himself to see her as well, and he wasn’t anymore happy about it. The blue haired boy went to tell Mark to have them quiet down. He found himself having trouble reaching him effectively; his small figure trapped within a sea of people. Mark seemed to enjoy suddenly playing conductor, using his hands to direct controlled screams.

Tyler wasn’t going to waste time on yelling at Mark, instead he took a chance on moving directly toward the female youtuber.

“Hey, (Y/n)!” he called. It was challenging to get his voice above everyone else’s.

The girl chanced a look at Tyler, eyes reflecting discomfort.

The tall brunette hastily moved people out of his path, being careful in pushing them aside. Once he was able to eventually get to the girl, he asked her gently if she was alright.

“I mean, I just can’t handle the noise…” she said, ducking her head a little lower.

To him, the screams didn’t seem to be awful, but that’s because he was literally above them. Then he got an idea.

In a soft, quick motion, Tyler scooped up (Y/n) as you would pick up a child and placed her on his shoulders. She was now out of the crowd and above all the noise, giving her a dull noiseless bubble. (Y/n) smiled greatly, holding onto Tyler’s shoulders as she strung her head back up.

What they were doing seemed to catch the attention of everyone else because the cheering slowed. Instead the air was pierced by giggling and laughs from both the audience and (Y/n).

“Whaaat are you two doing?” Mark pondered, striking a pose with his hands on his hips.

“You were being too loud, you asshole.” Tyler grinned.

Both Ethan and (Y/n) snickered again when Mark’s face came to a sorry realisation.

“Oh, shoot, I’m really sorry (Y/n).” he admitted sheepishly, giving her a lopsided smile. The fans surrounding him apologized as well, and offered hushed cheers.

“You can’t apologize for being a diva, Markimoo.” (Y/n) beamed, allowing herself to sway lightly atop of Tyler.

“I guess I can’t.” everyone ended up laughing along with the dark haired youtuber, a joyous atmosphere returning.

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(A/n): I wrote something today wow yay me

I'm scared of...
  • Aries: Hurting anyone.
  • Taurus: Unexpected changes.
  • Gemini: Opening up.
  • Cancer: Being alone.
  • Leo: Getting pushed aside.
  • Virgo: Becoming helpless.
  • Libra: Everything falling apart.
  • Scorpio: Being vulnerable.
  • Sagittarius: A restricted life.
  • Capricorn: Making mistakes.
  • Aquarius: Losing my identity.
  • Pisces: Not being enough.
Improvise

Scenario: This guy sitting behind me on the bus was harassing me and when you got on you came up, took the seat next to me and said “Hey sweetie, Mom wants to know when and where you want to meet them for dinner. I was thinking the diner down the road from us”
Pairing: Jimin | Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,848
Author’s Note: I remember an anon asking me about Jimin stories, so I figured it was about time I got around to that. This may or may not be based on personal experience when I went to university in the city.

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Public transportation, as it turns out, is the bane of your existence. You’d think that for someone who has undergone 2 years of the same routine, of keeping to yourself with your ear buds and notebooks and eyes glued to your phone screen for a majority of the ride into downtown, you would have gained a better hand in not attracting too much attention to yourself.

However, the hard jab into the back of your shoulder blades makes you almost think how much safer you’d feel if you had just decided to drive to school—sure, it may cost more and traffic sucks sometimes and driving in it of itself is so exhausting sometimes, but you wouldn’t have to—!

The voice starts as a murmur, drowned out by the steady beat of music ringing in your ears, and you think you might be able to ignore the man entirely before the jab comes back and actually hurts to the nature in which it’s right against a nerve. You flinch slightly upon contact, jerking away from the touch as you become reminded of your slight repulsion of physical touch—especially from people you don’t know very well.

Craning to look over your shoulder, you find yourself coming face-to-face with a man much older than you, his beady eyes giving off intentions for prying on individuals much younger than himself—who eyes you with so much possession that it makes your stomach churn. His gaze holds an expectancy that you wish to ignore, but are unable to do so now that you’ve given him some of your attention.

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anonymous asked:

"You have no idea how much it hurts to be invisible" Voltron legendary defender Shance

Oh fuck yes I’m a total sucker for suffering Lance and Shance!!!! :D
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“You have no idea how much it hurts to be invisible.” Lance hissed, Keith stepping back in shock. “Lance, that’s enough.” Shiro tried, moving closer to the arguing duo, but Lance whirled on him too.
“No! I’m tired of being ignored, by you especially! It doesn’t matter that you’d take my ideas into consideration, you never really listened to me at all! It was always Keith this and Keith that and I’m sick of being pushed aside like I’m not good enough! I’m not good enough for Voltron and I wasn’t good enough back home!” Lance was in near tears now, screaming hysterically and sending Shiro reeling back in stunned horror.
“Lance, I-” Shiro stammered, but the Blue Paladin wiped at his eyes furiously and stormed off. Shiro glanced at Keith. “I- I should go after him. Say sorry-” Keith whispered, apologetic. Shiro shook his head. “No, this is my fault. I’ll go calm him down…” The older man explained, motioning for Keith to stay while he went after the troubled teen.
He stopped in front of Lance’s door a few moments later, unsure about what to say. But when he heard the quiet sobbing through the door, his heart broke and he wasn’t sure he could fix this.
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Leaving this here bc I wish suffering upon you all muahahaha~ the Shance is there, if you squint ;)

Here’s to Happiness (Lin x Reader)

Word Count: 3,126

Warnings: swears and angst…

Authors Note: i know its been a while yall and im really sorry! its almost been a month. I had finals just this past week and i was so drained but i managed to milk this fic out! enjoy, and let me know what you thought!!

Summary: He deserved to be happy, but so did you. 

Dedicated to: @hamilton-noodles because she’s a super good friend of mine and makes me happy.

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Most of Hinata Shouyou’s life is paved through forgetting. It’s not even as hard as he might have thought. GM-O394 is dead. Hinata Shouyou is alive. And it doesn’t matter what’s branded onto his thigh, or what scars he has as a reminder: Hinata Shouyou is alive, GM-O394 is not.

*

It’s easy, really, to forget. Because he’s not jumping, not flying, not doing anything GM-O394 once loved. So he forgets. (He trains himself to forget).

He forgets how to hold a gun.

He forgets how to break a neck.

He forgets how to kill a man.

And really, really, sometimes it’s all too easy to forget that these were all things he once needed to know how to do.

*

Tall people, tall, strong, volleyball players—they intimidate him, and rightly so, whenever he meets them in front of a bathroom. Not that he’d ever back down; but they make him nervous, because he’s not GM-O394 when he meets them, he’s Hinata.

*

Those times when he hit Kageyama—it was Hinata hitting Kageyama, just an ordinary human boy, hitting like an ordinary human boy would.

It’s amazing to think even when he’s angry, even when he’s attacking someone, he’s not attacking someone. He’s reacting just the way he should be: like someone who was never trained how to hurt people, and if that’s not a sign about who he really is, then he doesn’t know what would be.

*

It’s not 394 who defends Kiyoko from the Johzenji either, although it could have been. That had all been Hinata—getting in between them, being pushed aside, jumping in front of them—that was First Year Hinata Shouyou, trying to help out his beloved Third Year manager, all the while thinking that Tanaka or Nishinoya could have done a better job.

There’s a second, just the tiniest of moments, when Kiyoko looks a little scared by all these strange men crowding her and for the tiniest breath there’s that possibility of danger because the Karasuno students don’t know these guys are and maybe they’re the kind of people who might hurt a girl and in that small, very quick, can’t even really call it a second, 394 is lurking beneath the surface of Hinata’s skin. Blow to the chin, blow to the gut, knock to the ground, grab Kiyoko, fly.

But these students, they’re interested in Hinata Shouyou, the volleyball player. So it’s the volleyball player who talks back. And when Kiyoko thanks him later, it’s really easy to forget just how close he’d been to 394.

*

He almost always dreams about flying, but sometimes those dreams are memories and they’re more like nightmares.

Sometimes, he dreams about being on the alert—and he has to see everything, everything, because if he misses anything and doesn’t provide the right warning in time, his Generation could die. He has to be more aware than any of them, he has to be prepared for anything, he has to move quickly, he has to move before there’s ever any danger because if he doesn’t move fast it’ll be too late and it’s his job to catch things before it’s too late.

It’s his job to say, there he is, there’s the man who has to die.

It’s his job to say, leave now or we’ll all die.

And it’s his job to get rid of any unexpected threat because the others are too far away and no one ever remembers to look up so they don’t see him coming.

He’s not actually good at his job. He does it. But there’s a reason he was scrapped.

When he wakes up from those dreams it’s easy to treat them as dreams. Just dreams. Over when the morning comes. Not something he ever has to think about again.

Forget it ever happened.

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And his classmates in Karasuno, and his teammates in the volleyball club, and his teachers and his parents and his boyfriend—they all forget too because it’s easy. Hinata Shouyou told the world he was genetically designed in a lab and then he went to school the next day like it never happened. People would tease him but they didn’t put it together, not really. They couldn’t add Miracle and Hinata Shouyou and make it equal threat and that’s fine. He’s not a threat. He’s not even a Miracle, not really.

(GM-O394 is dead. Hinata Shouyou is not).

*

The people who play against him remember, which is something Hinata finds out on accident.

It’s the bathroom again, of course it’s the bathroom, and he’s in a stall and he doesn’t expect to overhear the Aoba Josai players talking to one another after their practice game but he does.

“You know how sometimes that shrimp just moves when you don’t expect him to and he spikes the ball, and then he just kinda gets that aura like he might actually kill you?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s a lot more terrifying now that you know he could probably actually kill you, isn’t it?”

“Seriously.”

Hinata has to hide in the bathroom until they leave. It’s a weird sort of disconnect, because he didn’t know that’s how he comes across on a volleyball court, and also he’s pretty sure he was never so terrifying when he was an assassin.

(He was a very bad assassin).

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At some point, when they’re kissing, Kageyama finds his scars. (They’re small and unobtrusive for the most part, it would be easy to think they’re the products of a normal, clumsy childhood, except by now Kageyama knows Hinata didn’t have a normal childhood).

The fascinating thing about Kageyama is that he doesn’t ask. From the get go, he knows who Hinata Shouyou is, and nothing else really matters.

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But later, after Kageyama meets Kuroko Tetsuya a few times, he does ask, but it’s not the question Hinata is expecting.

“Do you ever think you’ll be him again?”

It pleases him, for some strange reason, that Kageyama recognizes Hinata isn’t that person anymore. He thinks about the question, remembers briefly what 394 feels like under his skin and says, “Might.” He shrugs. “If I had a reason.”

Kageyama accepts this, and then they don’t talk about it, and it’s like they’ve both forgotten, even if they haven’t.

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Introducing Javier Fernandez

Since everyone is doing intro post to their favorite skaters, what the hell. Might as well do one of my own. Many of my favorites already have introductions (and much better than this) but there is one which I haven’t found and I really wanted to do: Javier Fernandez. Many people just know him because he’s Yuzuru Hanyu’s training partner, but this guy here has an awesome story of his own.

Warning: Very, VERY, long post. Read at your own risk. 

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anonymous asked:

PLEASE stop posting the white devil emma Watson. PLEASE. I will pay u. I will give u my first born child. Watson has made men a priority in feminism and rewards men for doing the bare minimum. Which is insulting to every gender. She's got some REAL messed up stuff going on.

Look, I’m all for calling out White Feminism at every turn, and I have, but SJblur nitpicking on every white feminist they see and when you start calling them the White Devil coz you don’t fully agree with or misunderstand them, you already lost the argument. She didn’t kill nobody, nor advocated violence on anyone, so take it down several notches. 

first of, she’s a UN Goodwill Ambassador for UN Women. Her main job is to use her popularity to give speeches actual experts and professionals on gender equality wrote for her, because if these experts give the same speech, no one will pay attention; but if she does, people will. Same thing that other celebrities do who are tapped to be UN Ambassadors: Angelina Jolie on refugees, George Clooney on South Sudan, Leonardo di Caprio on Climate Change, etc. 

No celebrity chosen as UN Goodwill Ambassador are chosen for their expertise in the field, they are chosen because when they speak people pay attention. Those truly invested in the cause will sit on meetings or go on the field when they’re not making a movie, but their role as spokeperson remains. Their words are not their words, most of the time they are basically the executive summaries of UN reports. 

Emma Watson’s UN speech was criticized as feminism 101, and it was, but to expect she gives a graduate seminar on feminism with her limited speaking time is imo ludicrous. She’s paid very well but that’s still above her pay grade. The main purpose of her speech was to get attention from the public, generate political will from lawmakers, and fundraise a shit ton of money for the cause. 

And via the HeForShe Campaign, she was able to do that very successfully. She got powerful men from President Barack Obama to the President of Seira Leonne to not just make a commitment to gender equality but have their governments actually invest in gender equality programs in their own countries and/or give more foreign aid to women’s empowerment programs.

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“Hey Y/N!” Conor shouted as he walked into your and Joe’s flat before being pushed aside as Jack ran past him and embraced you in a hug. 

“Y/N!!” He said lifting you up and spinning you a little before setting you back down.

“Well hey guys.” You said setting away from Jack to pull Conor in for a hug. “I missed you two.” 

“Not as much as we missed you.” Jack corrected, turning his head when Joe came down the stairs.

“Thought I heard you two.” Joe spoke running a finger through his hair. 

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How Soon Is Now?

Spencer Reid

I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar

Almost every time Spencer went out socialising with the team after work he’d leave feeling miserable. He’d spend the evening watching Morgan hitting on girls, listening to Rossi using his charm on woman, and seeing guys literally falling at Emily and Penelope’s feet as they danced and faux flirted together.

I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

But Spencer, Spencer would stand off to one side nursing his drink and looking down at his feet whenever a pretty girl would walk by him. Some would try to smile at him, sensing his shyness, some even feeling sorry for him. Others would giggle at his awkwardness as he’d step aside to let them pass, more often than not sloshing his drink onto the ground as he did.

Most girls though, most girls just ignored him.

The rest of the team found his shyness, his social anxieties, amusing. They’d laugh and joke when he’d stumble over his words on the odd occasion he did try to engage a stranger in a conversation. Derek would thump him on the back, telling him he wasn’t doing it right. He’d get Reid a manual, he’d quip. Flirting for Dummies, or something.

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?

They didn’t understand. They thought that his genius and intelligence was enough to satisfy him. That somehow, because he was smart and spent the best part of his free time reading, that he didn’t crave the same love and affection that others did.

But he did. Oh god how he did.

I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

Tonight was no exception to the rule. Sat at the small table the team had commandeered, he was left guarding the coats and bags of the others as they socialised and mingled, the girls dancing on the wooden dance floor that was already sticky with spilled beer. Hotch had left an hour ago needing to get home for the babysitter, leaving Spencer to his own thoughts. His own crippling thoughts and social anxieties.

He’d tried to make his excuses to leave as well, his reasons being pushed aside by Derek.

“Stay Kid, stay. See that girl across the room? She’s been watching you all night. Play your cards right and you could be in luck for once.”

Derek had pointed out a pretty brunette, also sat alone surrounded by bags, coats and half empty cocktail glasses. She was looking down at the table, her fingers moving swiftly. Playing on her phone; Spencer assumed. She glanced up for a second, her eyes meeting Reid’s for a moment. She flashed the hint of a smile before looking away hurriedly, averting her attention back to her phone.

There’s a club if you’d like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you

So Spencer had stayed, not even necessarily because the girl had smiled at him. But because staying was easier than trying to explain to Derek how unbelievably worthless and unwanted he felt when he was in a room full of people who knew how to fluently speak the language of attraction. One of the few languages Reid was sure his brain would never master.

So you go and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home and you cry
And you want to die

He knew though that the night would end the same as all of the others had. Him eventually leaving, slipping out when the others were distracted enough not to care that he’d left. He’d go back to his empty apartment and stare at his degrees, framed on his living room walls. He’d been blessed with an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory and the ability to absorb large amounts of text by barely glancing at it. That all seemed to have come at price though, and that price was obviously finding happiness in the arms of someone else. Someone to share his life with, someone to grow old with.

His mom was the only person who ever sensed his unhappiness, telling him that he’d find someone, probably sooner than he thought. He was her handsome and intelligent boy, in her eyes any woman was foolish to NOT want to date him.

When you say it’s gonna happen “now”
Well when exactly do you mean?
See I’ve already waited too long
And all my hope is gone

Right now though, he didn’t even want a date.

Just one night of experiencing a connection with someone, any physical intimacy to make him feel like he wasn’t a leper.

Hell he’d even settle for just a conversation with an unfamiliar female, one that didn’t end in them walking away feeling like they’d wasted five minutes of their lives listening to him ramble.

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?

But it wasn’t going to happen. Not tonight. Spencer sighed and finished his drink, scanning around the bar and seeing his friends all suitably distracted. Slipping on his duffel coat and looping his messenger bag over his shoulder, he made his way to the exit of the bar, leaving.

I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

I don’t want to be a bitch or anything, but I feel weirdly annoyed that it’s the first clip of Sana’s season and all I’m seeing in the tags are people freaking out that Isak is wearing a flower behind his ear.  

I love LOVE Evak, but we have to stop pretending that this is their season.  Like there are a lot of lovely muslim girls excited that they get to have someone to connect to this season and all of ya’ll are stealing the spotlight and trying your best to place it solely on Isak and Even. It’s fucking great to be excited about your favorite tv couple, but it’s another to be so weirdly complicit in overshadowing a muslim girl’s story and point of view which is so important to be told in this day and age.  It’s really irritating to witness Sana being pushed aside in favor of a white couple.  

And before anyone says anything I’m a queer woman of color–I’m allowed to be irritated that a white queer couple is overshadowing the story of a Muslim girl.  

so in case anyone was wondering why im always pissed off about whitewashing being shoved aside because, “oh, its just stage lighting!” in this case especially with idols (im using jonghyun) who dye their hair light colors and somehow this becomes an excuse to whitewash them into ghosts. 

^ these pics here are whitewashed. (in the first one its lowkey obvious too because compare minho next to him… from what you can see of minho he looks lighter than usual due to stage lighting, but as you can see he still has his basic skin tone, and isnt drained completely like jonghyun right next to him) 

heres an entire video of a performance from the concert and not once, even in bright, white lighting he is not! paper! white! his skin may look lighter due to white lighting but not once does it become drained of it’s tone and general color. 

heres another example!

^ most of the pics from this performance i’ve found are whitewashed like these ones when really hes quite tan at this performance AND its outdoors with hardly any artificial lighting. here is the WHOLE PERFORMANCE in comparison:

so yeah do you see my point? and these are just fansites, honestly i think fans have whitewashed even more than the fansites have and its really blatantly colorist! why is it that in order to make a photo more appealing, more beautiful, more “angelic” people go and drain it of natural skin color? jonghyun’s a generally tan dude, and that’s why i used him, but it happens with all idols and im so so so so so sick of it being pushed aside because of dumb excuses like “stage lighting.” please think before you edit and think before you reblog, thats all. 

ok real talk

even with the direction they are taking Leslie in, I still don’t think they’ll actually turn her into Harley. My guess is the writers are just going to tease it and play along the lines of Harley’s character. I doubt they would dare to actually cross it. Harley is too beloved a character for them to turn an existing canonical character into her. 

Now you might say they did that with Jerome. But not really. As far as I remember Gotham writers never intended for Jerome to be the Joker. Jerome was supposed to be one-off character, no? He was supposed to be a prototype of the Joker, serving as an inspiration of the real Joker to follow. I think it was purely by accident that the writers hit upon the jackpot that is Cameron Monaghan. His acting was well-received by fans, to the point where we didn’t want any other Joker, and that’s why the writers deviated from their original plan and simply ran with it,

Harley is as much loved by fans as the Joker, and equally as complex a character. The casting has to be absolutely perfect. I don’t think Gotham writers would risk it on an existing character. They have hinted at Barbara as Harley but so far they’ve shied away from going the full length and declaring her as the clown princess. I doubt they would do it with Leslie. Personally I think they’ve set up her character arc as a way to provide her a catharsis for all that she has gone through and giving her character the big moment it deserves after being pushed aside for so long.

by @niumiu

Hibari, Yamamoto and Mukuro getting jealous when someone is hitting on their ex and now they want her back

Hibari

He knew that the decision he had taken before was the right one. He knew it.

The relationship between you both reached a point where he felt like he was being tied down. Marriage? That’s not what he wanted when he started dating you. Yes, Tsuna and the other talked about how, since you both were dating for years now, you should marry.

Nonsense. He decided that if that was what you thought too, then he should end the relationship. Unfortunately, your answer to this matter was that you agreed with them.

Hibari knew that the decision he took that day when he left you had been the right one. He knew it, but as much as he hated to admit, he regretted it now.

Seeing you radiant again, buying flowers from a flower shop, made him remember all the years that you two spent together, and all the months that he spent alone. Made him regret for once a decision that he had taken.

What was wrong with him?

He didn’t know and it really didn’t matter much. His priority was to take you away from the man that had approached you, said something to you and made you laugh. And you smiled at him. That smile was not meant for anyone but him.

Self-control? There’s no such thing.

He stalked all the way from across the street, to inside the flower shop that you were. He would not watch a man hit on you from a glass and go on with his day. He may have committed a mistake but he was not going to let that go on.

The bell of the door rang, making you and the man look at him.

“Hibari?” You asked with genuine shock.

“Come with me.” He said and wrapped a hand around your waist, dragging you away from that man.

You really didn’t know what that was about, or what your ex, who had clearly broken up with you was doing there. That shock kept you going with him, you were too accustomed to his touch, but just when you were near the door, you came to yourself.

“Wait, what are you doing?” You said pushing him away.

“Do you know him?” The man said meaning to go help you but stopped on his tracks under Hibari’s murderous glare.

“Yes, and I thought I wouldn’t be seeing him again.” You said throwing him a hurt look. “You were very clear when you said it was over.”

“I want you back.” He replied bluntly.

Damn, that took down all of the weak defenses that you had put up. Why was he always so direct like that?

“Oh… Well… Then… I-I have to think about that Hibari…” You said.

A smirk spread through his lips and he grunted in response. Damn, he knew how weak you were for him. That bastard.

“I will pick you at eight.” He said and then walked out of the door.

You stood reactionless, when it finally settled in what he had just done.

“Damn Hibari, you can’t just do that to me.” You muttered to yourself and hid your smile with one hand.

You couldn’t lie, you were happy that things turned out this way.

**

Yamamoto

Yamamoto could understand when you asked for some time. He could understand when you said, after said time, that you wanted to go. He could understand your reasons for breaking up with him, after all.

You said that he didn’t spend enough time with you. That you felt like being pushed aside by all his work.

He could understand you, but he knew that he could have done more. He could have prevented the break up. It was not like he couldn’t find that time for you that he wanted so much, but he thought that he wouldn’t miss you when you were gone. You had been dating just for a few months anyway.

Oh, boy, how he was so wrong.

Now that he saw you so beautiful, even in the dim light of that club, sitting by the bar counter and tapping your foot on the ground with the song’s rhythm, he saw how wrong he was.

It’s been what? A week since you broke up with him?

Just a week, and there wasn’t a single night that he didn’t think about you when he went to sleep.

He didn’t know how to approach you about it, though. Would you even be willing to give him another chance?

However, he didn’t have much time to think about it. A man had approached you and he could see from afar that he was trying to make small talk with you. You tried to be polite with him, but your body language was showing that you weren’t comfortable with the entire situation.

As the man failed at each second to take the hint that you weren’t interested, Yamamoto’s rage flared and decided to take the lead.

He walked from the corner where he was to you. You lifted your eyebrows in surprise when he put an arm protectively around your shoulders and pulled you slightly into his chest.

“[Name], is this man bothering you?” He said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. They were cold and focused on the man.

You didn’t know what your ex was doing at that club and you didn’t want to consider the possibility that he had been stalking you. Yamamoto wasn’t the kind of man who would do that.

However, you were grateful for his appearance, because the man that approached you was getting creepier by the minute. You knew your ex-boyfriend well enough to know that you had to mind your words, otherwise that man wouldn’t live to see another day.

“No, baby. He’s just making small talk.” You replied with a nervous smile. You were afraid that the man would try to say anything else, but seeing Yamamoto’s creepy smile he finally took the hint and left you alone.

With a sigh of relief, you pushed Yamamoto away slightly. It didn’t take you much effort to do it. He easily slid the arm out of your shoulders, but didn’t leave.

“Look, Yamamoto. I’m thankful for your coming, but that doesn’t change anything between us.” You said getting up from your bench, ready to leave.

“[Name].” He called and you had to look back. Why was he using that voice tone with you? He probably knew that you were weak for him. “I miss you.”

“I… Takeshi I took my decision. I’m not going back.” You tried to be firm but you felt your voice and willpower wavering.

“I know. I don’t want to go back.” He replied.

That took you by surprise. “Then what do you want?”

“I want to start again.” He said with his most powerful and heart melting smile. There goes your willpower.

“Will you, at least, give me the time that I asked for?” You asked.

Yamamoto took your hand in his both and looked right in your eyes. “I will give you everything that I can. I promise.”

**

Mukuro

You both broke up on good terms. Not what you wanted, but you couldn’t really disagree. Mukuro was that obsessed with your safety. He thought that it was better for you not to be with someone like him.

That was what he was thinking about when he saw you enter the ball so radiant on your dress. You both agreed to go on your own ways, he thought as he sipped on his wine. You both agreed, he thought, and his grip on his glass tightened when a man approached you.

It was a peaceful agreement between you both, and he didn’t regret the decision, but could you at least not laugh that way at the man’s words? Could you at least not have that glint on your eyes that told him that you were delighted with the attention? Could you at least not slap the man’s arm playfully?

Oh, you could, but you wouldn’t. He noticed that when you threw a glance and a teasing smirk at him. So you had perceived his presence there at all.

He smirked back at you. He didn’t regret his decision. Not at all.

The music started playing and the man clearly asked you a dance. Your smile widened and you looked at Mukuro when you took the man’s hand. Someone made a comment about Mukuro’s glass being about to break with the strength that he was holding it, but his brain didn’t quite process.

His eyes were focused on you, and solely on you.

You spun around the dance floor, guided by the man. Appearing and disappearing behind the couples, your dress flowing around your knees. A cut on the side of the skirt showing your thigh in a rather provocative manner, made him remember the times where he had seen more than just your bare thigh.

Fuck, he regretted making that decision.

He shoved the glass on someone’s hands and stalked to you and your partner. The man’s face was getting dangerously close to yours.

“Kufufu, would you mind if I borrowed your partner for a while?” He asked putting a hand on the man’s shoulder and stopping you both. The man recognized him quickly, nodded and just released you, making his way out of the dance floor quite in a hurry.

“I don’t think I’ve agreed to dance with you.” You said putting a hand on your hip.

“Would you give me the honor of this dance, [Name]? For the sake of the old times?” He asked extending a hand and waiting with a smile.

“Well, there’s a reason they’re called ‘old times’. If I remember correctly, you said that it was over.” You replied but took his hand anyway.

“If you agree,” He said starting to spin you around. “We could make the old times return.”

“Oh, so you regret your decision?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“Besides, you still like me.” He replied ignoring your question.

“Do I, Now?” You said with a chuckle.

“Yes, and I can convince you of that.” He said tentatively.

You didn’t know what he was planning, but you didn’t really accept to be left behind by him and you wanted to see how he was going to convince you.

“Very well, convince me then-”

You didn’t quite finish talking when he pulled you into a searing kiss that sent a wave of warmth through your body. You didn’t want to admit it, but you really missed your ex-boyfriend’s kisses.

When he let you go, you had to find your air again between pants and gasps, but you weren’t ready to give up now.

“I might need some more convincing.” You said.

He chuckled. “I have the entire night for that, my dear.”