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Tower of Dawn

     So I think it’s time this fandom had a sit-down and talked some things out. Today’s topic: ableism. Before all of y’all start jumping on me and dismissing me and trying to say I have no right to talk about this, let me tell you a bit about myself.

     I was born with spina bifida. For those of you that don’t know that is, it’s when a baby’s spinal chord and nerves don’t develop properly. I had my first surgery to help this condition when I was eight days old. The excess amount of scar tissue in my lower back had begun to wrap around my spinal chord, which for obvious reasons is dangerous. I had the same surgery when I was four years old, and that’s when my life changed forever. I’d been able to walk before using a leg brace, but due to a mistake by the surgeon, my left leg was left paralyzed. I was a normal (and I hate using the word normal here, normal is an absolutely useless construct of society, but for lack of a better word at the moment, bear with me) kid, mobile and able to move around as I pleased, and then I couldn’t. I’ve been using a wheelchair since then. I’m not telling you guys this because I want pity. I don’t. I’ve accepted it as part of my life, and I love myself just the way I am. This little explanation is here so you guys can understand exactly where I’m coming from when you read the rest of this post. So with all this in mind, here goes my not-so-little rant.

     DISCLAIMER: I will be calling people out in this post and tagging them because I am done. 1000%, completely fucking done with this fandom. And if this causes a shitstorm, fuck it, because this needs to be said and this fandom needs to learn to stop being hypocritical pieces of crap.

     I love these books. I love Sarah’s writing in general,  and I would read literally anything she wrote. These books, Aelin’s story, Feyre’s story, are so important to me. I don’t have words to describe how much they mean to me. I love talking about them and healthy and constructive conversations about them. And some of the jokes that have been made  by the fandom are some of favorites. I’ve made some of them myself. I’ll joke alongside all of you about wingspans and gold nightgowns for as long as you want.

     I want to make something perfectly clear: this rant is in no way a reflection of my thoughts about her books. This post is exclusively about the fandom’s disgusting behavior.

     So let’s start with this post that I saw earlier.



     Disability is not kinky.

     For those of you that can’t understand that, let me repeat it.

     Disability is not kinky.

     DISABILITY. IS. NOT. KINKY.

     This whole post is horrifyingly ableist. And before you guys start claiming that “I have disabled relatives, I can’t be ableist!” (@rowan-stole-my-heart, I’m looking at you. Remember that conversation last year? Nice to know you’re still disgusting), that’s like saying “I have African-American friends, therefore I can’t be racist!”, which is such an inherently flawed line of arguing that it would require a whole other post to address, so I’ll just say don’t try it. I can’t even begin to fathom the mental process all of these people went through to think that this was even remotely acceptable in any way, shape, or form, so let me break this down and explain to you why this isn’t.

     This, my horrifyingly inconsiderate friends, is a form of fetishism. According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, fetishism is the pathological displacement of erotic interest and satisfaction to a fetish. Now that you know what that is, let’s move on.

     This whole fandom has been complaining about a lack of diversity in Sarah’s books since I joined the fandom. Diversity doesn’t just mean POC, which is exactly what this fandom conveniently forgets. Diversity includes POC, people with mental illness, people with physical disability, LGBT+ people, and so much more. And when Sarah finally adds someone who embodies a slice of that diversity, you all have the gall to reduce his situation to sex jokes. All I can say is how dare you. How dare you reduce someone’s life and reality to a kink, to something to be made fun of, to something that spices up your dash and makes it NSFW just because you wanted to make fun of a book cover you probably weren’t satisfied with. In doing so you are insulting the thousands upon thousands of people that are in the same situation. You’re reducing them – reducing me – to a fantasy that you can use and then dismiss the next moment, without regard for anyone’s feelings. Do you have any idea how difficult of a topic sex is for people with disabilities? We are laughed at for wanting sex. Our anxiety when it comes to that is ten times that of any able-bodied person, simply because we don’t fit into the box that society wants to shove everyone into. And you’re making it that much worse because you have the audacity to think the fact that someone can’t move their legs is funny.

     It hurts. Reading that post hurt like hell. Because in your eyes – in society’s eyes – people like me aren’t human. We’re just something to ride, right? Yeah, I didn’t miss that little gem of a comment, @readinglikewildfire.

     And because I know this is coming, no, Chaol isn’t just a character.

     But you know what, I get it. It’s just sex, right? A small joke made, no harm done.

     Wrong.

     You’re perpetuating yet another harmful concept cooked up by a disgustingly ableist society. Sorry, but your privilege and utter ignorance are showing. I will concede a bit and agree that we can treat fiction for what it is – something that isn’t real – up to a certain point. But you guys just crossed a line. For those of you saying that you feel guilty for laughing, you absolutely fucking should, because this shit isn’t funny.

     The fact is if that post had been making fun of race or mental illness, then the fandom would have ripped these people to shreds and they would have been reported many, many times over. But it’s not, and instead I can count on my fingers the number of people that stood up to say this was wrong, because it’s just another wheelchair joke, right? Who cares? To those that did, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, especially @throne-of-omg-the-feels and @midnight-wonder.​ It’s nice to know there’s still some hope for humanity left. And to @nerdperson524, I agree with you. People do need a laugh, even those that live their lives stuck in chairs. But that post? It’s downright offensive.

     So that’s it. I’m done blowing things out of proportion, as some of you will say. If you think I should have approached you privately and messaged you about this instead of publicly calling you out, then maybe, just maybe, you shouldn’t have PUBLICLY insulted mocked degraded an entire subset of the human population. And maybe that makes me a bad person. It certainly means I’m not being the bigger person. And I could honestly care less. I am tired. So sick and tired of constantly being the bigger person, of just staying quiet when I see things like this because what’s the use? The entire world is filled with this shit and it’s not like I can fight every time I see this kind of injustice. Nothing’s going to change, no matter what I do. But this? This is where I draw the line. Congratulations.


@crochanblackbeak @feysandsmut @the-bookish-soul @rowan-buzzard-whitethorn @abraxoswyvernnn @carrion-princess

To those Americans who haven't heard, or don't understand:

I know tumblr is American centric, I know that when attacks happen across Europe they get commented on, reblogged, information flooding my dash as my friends reblog. But, once again, an attack here in the UK is seeing little notice. So please, don’t ignore this. This attack is one that has taken 22 lives. 59 people have been injured. Children have died. Children.

Don’t ignore this. Please.

The Manchester Arena isn’t the first, or last terrorist attack that the North West, that England has seen. We’ve lived through the IRA bombings from the 1970s to the 2000s and then 7/7 in London in 2005. The IRA Bombers were known as the 10 pence bombers because they would go to a phone box, pay 10 pence and inform police or media that there was a bomb.

At this present moment in time, we’re horrified and in shock from it all. We’ve had bombings in Warrington, in Manchester before (my family had a terrifying time when an IRA bomb detonated in the Arndale Centre and my great-aunt was working there that day) and it’s stuck with us. Our memory of the Arndale Bombing in the 1990s by the IRA is a memory the community has in the North West.

We know the fear, the horror, the mind-numbing terror.

But we also know the feeling of needing to do something, to help. Taxi drivers turning off their metres. Local shops and businesses taking in the displaced. Do-gooders and kind people who just want to help offering to ferry loved ones to and from the city so they can find their missing loved ones.

This is something we do here.

We don’t have the lingering concern of school shootings, or attacks by men or women who own too many guns and have too little stability.

But we know bombers. We know terrorism. Whether it’s made by our government, by policy, or by wars we shouldn’t be fighting. We know this.

I had a friend ask me “why Manchester?” when I told them about the attack. My initial answer was that it’s a big, important city. It’s a good target for bombers to hit. Like London. Like Liverpool. But the truth is… In the UK, we have lots of cities, lots of places that are good targets because we live on top of each other. Our lives intersect on so many levels and our cities reflect this. So it’s not so much “why Manchester?” but more “why now?”, “why a concert?”, “what is gained by this?”

When the IRA bombed Warrington in the North West in 1993, their intention was to sow terror and to put pressure on the British government to withdraw from Northern Ireland. We know that they wanted Ireland to be united. We’ve known that for years.

What does Islamic State want? What does Daesh want? To sow terror, certainly. But what else? What else does bombing an Arena full of young women—girls, mothers, daughters, sisters—gain them?

This is what is so horrid for us here in the North West. We’ve lived with the knowledge of bombings being possible for decades. It’s ingrained in our past. My mother, my aunts and uncles. My brothers. My family. We’ve lived it all. We live it now.

So don’t ask, “why Manchester?” we know why. We know why. Warrington. Arndale. The Manchester Arena. We know why it’s us in the North West.

Unpopular opinion: I don't hate Tamlin.

Everytime I roll my dash I see ‘tamlin the tool’ and yes, he was a tool for Feyre, but I can’t see him like that. He made several mistakes along the books, he literally watched the woman he loved (because, it’s undeniable, he loved her) fade away and did nothing, but Lucien watched as well and I don’t see much hate on him about that.

Above everything, Tamlin was lonely. He lost everyone he cared about and had to figure out how to be a high lord, how to rule an entire court, just as Rhysand did, but the difference was that Rhysand wasn’t alone. Rhys had Mor and Cassian and Azriel, Rhysand had Amren. Rhys said himself that if he hadn’t met her, his power would have drove him mad long ago. Can you imagine how consumed he would be not only by his power, but by sorrow and loneliness and dread?

I will never stand by Tamlin’s side concerning Feyre. Rhys was and is the best for her, but I can’t see bad intention on Tamlin’s actions. He had lost everyone, and finally, after centuries, he finds someone he cares about and he is so afraid of losing her, of not being able to protect her, of failing again; he’s torn by grief and fear and solitude.

In some levels, I understand Tamlin. I wish he had someone to tell him – to show him, how love can be freedom and kindness and comfort, not only blind protection and fear of loss. 

Plus, I think he has a good heart, because, when it mattered, he saved Rhysand’s life, even knowing he would possible be giving part of his own power to him; he got vital information from Hybern and dragged Beron and his army to the battlefield; he sent that spring wind that allowed Feyre to fly when she saved Elain. He made bad calls, yes, but all of them had, including Feyre herself, so, in general, I want Tamlin to learn how to love instead of posses.

Bellamy’s Season 5 Arc - Speculation

The 100 tends to follow a pattern with Bellamy and Clarke, and their so-called “dark arcs”. They almost seem to be on alternating schedules. For instance, Bellamy’s first dark arc was Season 1, where he was played off as the antagonist (until he got more fleshed out and started working WITH Clarke, versus against her). In Season 2 he was, for the most part, a hero. Then in Season 3 was his second downward spiral, and Season 4 we saw the return of him playing the hero.

Clarke was the opposite. Instead of Season 1, like with Bellamy, Clarke’s dark arc came in Season 2, with her becoming cold and shutting down her heart. Season 3 was her path out of the darkness, and in Season 4 we saw Clarke return to that dark place with her once more trying to justify her actions as “the only choice”. 

There’s a pattern. 

If it continues (and I think we should be prepared for it to), that would set us up for Bellamy having another dark arc in Season 5, although not in the same sense as previous seasons because he still remembers the lessons he learned then, and Clarke on the opposite schedule (like it’s been in the past). 

When we see Clarke after the six year time jump, she is full of light and hope. I have a feeling that when we see Bellamy again, it’s going to be the opposite.

Throughout Season 4, we saw Bellamy gradually starting to rely on his impulses less and start using his head more. The finale was the climax of his Season 4 arc, with all of the previous episodes leading up to the ultimate moment when he would have to close that door on Clarke, the girl he loves, in order to save his friends. 

He followed his head over his heart.

Bellamy and Clarke have often gone on parallel journeys, just in a different order. I have a feeling that Bellamy’s arc next season might not be all that different from Clarke’s in Season 2 in the sense that, after losing Clarke, he’s starting to shut down his heart and rely more on his head.

Clarke’s shift resulted from killing Finn. Bellamy’s will result from essentially “killing” Clarke by shutting that door on her. It was the right choice to make (otherwise everyone would have died) but also extremely traumatic.

I’ve seen many people being a little surprised at Bellamy’s reaction to Clarke’s “death” and how they were expecting him to cry more. If you think about it, it makes a lot of sense that Bellamy would try to shove those emotions down and bury them somewhere deep inside him as a coping mechanism if he believes that to honour Clarke’s memory, he has to be a more rational leader rather than an emotional one. 

The best thing to do as the leader of his people? Maybe. But the healthiest? Probably not.

Don’t misinterpret my message: it’s not that I believe Bellamy will be ALL head next season, and NO heart. I think he’s going to be a balance of both (which will make him an excellent leader) but I think that, much like Clarke in Season 2, he’s going to struggle to find his way out of the darkness as a result of some of the choices he makes leading in that way. 

We don’t know what happened in those six years yet, all we know from Jason is that it wasn’t easy for the group of seven up in space. I’m sure we’re going to see the effects of that, and the toll that it took on Bellamy as a leader (and I doubt it will be pretty).

As a somewhat related note, I wanted to talk about what this means in terms of Bellamy’s love life on the Ark, as that seems to be the topic of discussion on my dash at the moment (sans the Bellarke Extra-ness).

Everyone’s worried about Bellamy falling in love with someone else … but the finale is telling a different story. It’s telling the story of Bellamy shutting his heart down, ruling with his head (as I said before, however, I don’t think Bellamy will lead ONLY with his head - because that’s not who he is - but I believe it will be a large element of his character arc). We already saw him start to shut down his heart a bit at the end of 4x13, in the scene where he stares down at the burning Earth.

Yes, I’m sure Bellamy has grieved and “moved on” in six years. But I also think that after what has happened to him, after losing Gina, after losing Clarke - the only two girls he’s ever opened his heart to - he’s not going to be eager to jump into any relationships. Not any serious ones. 

So I’m not expecting any sort of intimate relationship between Bellamy and anyone else on the Ring that involves anything beyond sex. 

If the pattern I mentioned continues, Season 5 could very likely bring us another dark arc for Bellamy (different than previous seasons), and that would involve him closing his heart to any true romance.

(I wonder what might be a natural progression of that arc that would resolve Bellamy shutting off his heart? Hmmm … I might be able to think of one solution. ;))

Anyway, this is a super rough meta that I put together in about fifteen minutes so feel free to add. Tagging @bellamybb 

Dean wiped the table with a scowl, nearly knocking over a glass with his elbow before catching it and plunking it down loudly. His cheeks turned red as he spied a few women in sundresses giggling in a corner booth.

“Be right there,” he said, picking up the last of the plates and taking them back to the kitchen. The bus boy hadn’t shown up and since Dean was the manager at the seashell grill, the task fell to him along with his job as a server. In fact, tonight had been all around pretty bad if you included the fender bender he’d gotten into on his way to work and the three missed phone calls from his ex, Lisa, trying to get back together with him. Again.

Dean sighed, wishing he were anywhere but at work. It took a moment, but finally, flustered and flushed from the heat of the kitchen—even with the lazy ceiling fans that swirled above in quiet circles, he made it to the table.

“Sorry about that, ladies,” he said with a wink, turning up the side of his lip in typical beach-boy charm for the customers, even if he didn’t feel it.

A tall brunette leaned forward, ordering a pineapple drink right off the bat, a pink sparkly crown on her head. Dean smirked, noticing the glaze in her eyes.

“Bachelorette party?” he guessed, watching the blonde across from her, discreetly play footsie with a redhead—Charlie, he heard the blonde say.

“Yes!” yelled Charlie enthusiastically, throwing her arms in the air. “Anna is getting married next week,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

All three girls seemed incredibly tipsy and Dean couldn’t help but smile because as shitty as this night had started out, at least he would probably be tipped fairly well at the end of it.

Anna leaned forward, eyes roaming Dean’s fit form. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes when barely, under her breath, she muttered something about still needing a stripper for the night.

“Alright,” he said too loudly, cutting her off. “Three Blue Hawaii’s coming up.”

“Wait,” said Charlie, her voice almost humorously serious. “We should probably wait for the maid of honor, don’t you think?”

Anna smiled and got out her phone, holding up a hand for Dean to wait, then dialed a number, scowling as one of the other girls kicked her accidentally under the table.

Dean resisted the urge to sigh, wishing tonight weren’t so empty in the restaurant, then maybe he could excuse himself from the haze of pink giggles to help another customer.

“Cassie!” Anna practically yelled into the phone at her friend. “Where are you?”

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So earlier today I got rather pissed off when some rude anon who has probably never made a GIF in their lives decided to attack my friend (and one of the best GIFmakers I know) for no reason telling them not to talk about GIFmaking like it’s a big deal since it’s just taking clips from existing video. I was hoping to forget about this, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how many non-GIFmakers really do think that’s all GIFmaking is (including myself before I started making GIFs to some extent). Luckily, most people aren’t that rude about it and know not to insult content creators over a topic they actually don’t know much about…but I still feel the need to discuss some of the often lengthy effort that goes into making medium to high quality GIFs.

As a disclaimer, I’m NOT trying to be elitist and I honestly don’t consider myself one of the top tier GIFmakers. I also don’t think that GIFmakers HAVE to put in a lot of effort to alter GIFs from the original video frames if they don’t want to. It’s just a hobby where we try to capture/highlight cool moments using a severely limited and dying file format lol…so it’s really up to the individual how much they wanna put into it. However, the truth of the matter is that many GIF and graphics makers that contribute greatly to numerous fandoms DO put in a significant amount of effort to make their GIFs look different from and better than the original video.

EXAMPLES OF MY GIFS BEFORE / AFTER FILTERS & COLORING

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anonymous asked:

A concept: Magnus loves to talk , and Alec loves listening to Magnus.Sometimes when they lie in bed together at night , Magnus tells the most fantastic stories about his life , and Alec just takes it all in , happy to learn more about his boyfriend.When they are apart , they always call each other , they don't even need to make great conversations , just listening to the sound of the others voice is enough. (Whenever I see a new piece of your writing on my dash , my heart jumps a little ❤)

a canon concept (and you’re very sweet)

alec loves listening to magnus. magnus has been through so many incredible things over the course of his long and illustrious life, and alec soaks up every anecdote no matter how small.

some nights they’re spread out on the couch, their fingers laced, alec’s cheek on magnus’s bare chest and magnus will bring something so small up. “did i ever tell you about the time i rode one of the first steam trains?” with one of those dazzling smiles on his lips and alec couldn’t help but smile too, eating every single bit of the story up eagerly, his fingers dragging over magnus’s stomach in slow circles.

magnus tells alec about all of the countries he’s visited with their beautiful sprawling cities and their gorgeous wildlife. he tells him all about wonderful people who added vibrance to his life, downworlders from all over the globe. and he tells him about the events he crashed, the paintings he saw in the making that are now considered priceless pieces of art, the historical events he was witness to, and the famous people he met.

sometimes alec can tell he’s stretching the truth or dancing around it, possibly even just straight up joking, but other times he’ll talk about the world at a certain period of time with this look in his eyes. it’s like he’s transported back for a moment, explaining how everything felt and looked and smelled with such specificity, these rich details that set alec’s heart alight in his chest.

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rescxeme  asked:

I'm so happy i found you omgg I live for tae x everyone it's just so cute and lovely and ahdkandi i'm so happy i finallt found a blog about it cause i need it and seeing it on my dash is curing my soul Also do you maybe have some tae x everyone fics you recomend? I don't know how to search for them and i really want some cute tae x everyone feels YOu're blog is reallyyy great i love it so much

thank you!! asdfgh i’m so glad so many people love tae x everyone as much as i do!! there are a few tae x everyone fics (no where near enough imo but let’s be happy with what we have) it’s kinda tricky to find them sometimes especially if they aren’t tagged properly but i know a few!! a few are super cute but most of them are pretty smutty so i hope that’s okay, i want to include them all! (if anyone else has suggestions feel free to let me know these are only the ones i’ve read)

Cute:

chong! jojun! balsa! (point! aim! shoot!) by nutaella (this one is technically taekook but everyone loves tae and it’s so cute!! college au, texting fic, taegi are brothers and tae is the youngest. currently one of my faves! incomplete and i look forward to every update!)  

21st Century by  Darldarling (another college au with shy tae! very cute! teen complete)

A Little Back Pain by  puddlesofme (idol verse, tae hurts his back and everyone cares for him, really cute. general, complete) 

Cheer Up, Baby by foreheadhobi (arecipeforfeels) (bts cheer tae up when he’s sad aka tae gets the love he deserves, idol verse, incomplete 6/7 chapters, teen)

12 Days of Taehyung Christmas by SidneyFireBlood (incomplete and hasn’t been updated in a while, idol verse, very short but cute one shot chapters. teen)

The Taehyung Effect byIndigofingers (only one chapter and it’s dialogue only but pretty cute! idol verse, general) 

Smut: 

Attention by btstrashlmao_dabs_1 (not the most well written imo, bottom taexeveryone, pwp, idol verse, complete, explicit)

Butterfly by TheHalesNyx (historical au, tae is a prostitute (but like a rich prostitute, there’s no angst) and bts are his clients nice nice nice, pwp, bottom tae, complete, explicit) 

Six To One by miyukitsune (non idol au, pwp, bottom taexeveryone, the rest of bts have different jobs (teachers, doctors etc), incest (taejin are brothers), daddy kink, sir kink, little bit of slut shaming but overall very enjoyable, complete, explicit) 

i feel divine bygardeniahs (love this one! tae strips for the rest of bts :)))) daddy kink, slight smut but nothing too explicit, not rated (but i’d say maybe mature?) complete, very short (under 1k))   

Online shopping by hyunmin (this one hasn’t updated in a while and i want to cry it was so promising :’((( so far tae asks the rest of bts what lingerie he should buy, mature (no actual smut yet), incomplete (only 1 chap but i pray) i’ve been promised tae in cute clothes pls author, deliver) 

TaeKitty by Markisum (this one hasn’t updated in almost a year, it’s not the most well written but it’s super cute, hybrid tae adopted by bts, incomplete, not rated (and no smut yet)) 

Sharing is caring by an orphan account (everyone (except jimin :’^)) x tae, hobi and tae are a couple but everyone (except jimin :’^))) fucks tae, pwp, idol verse, complete, explicit, very good~) 

If your heart was full of love (could you give it up?) byDoeeyedmisfit (I love this one so much!! it’s incomplete and i honestly i can’t wait for the rest!! again this is technically taekook but it’s tagged taexeveryone and i’m excited to see what the author does with that! jk is a mafia leader and bts are his gang and tae is a nurse they kidnapped, be sure to read the tags, there’s mentions of suicide, domestic violence, noncon etc!! mature)

Solo Play (Tae/everyone) by buttwad (this is the only fic on this list aisianfanfic, the rest are on ao3, this one is part of a series of one shots of involving bottom tae and the rest of bts and this one in particular is about tae and everyone and it’s hella good, the whole series is great, seeing as it’s one shots idk if you could say it’s complete but it looks like the author might want to write more but i’m not sure, pwp, mature)

a little less sixteen candles, a little more touch me byteakookies (yooo this one is iconic in terms of taexeveryone fics it’s amazing, college au, vminkook are being initiated to the bts’ frat and tae suggests as the initiation they all fuck him :)))) pwp, gangbang, daddy kink etc, be sure to read the tags i’m not going to list it all out here, complete, explicit) 

All Tae’d Up [REQUESTS] bybwikoooks, miyukitsune (this one is a series of oneshots involving tae and the other members but it’s super good and i always look forward to the updates, pwp, a lot of kinks read the tags, still updating, explicit)  

Ch. 55 (probably)
  • *Shinoa and Mitsuba screaming in the bathroom*
  • *Yuu, worried that they're being attacked by someone, dashes into the room, followed by Mika who's worried about Yuu*
  • Yuu*totally ignoring that the both girls are only in their underwear* : "What happend?"
  • *Mitsuba covers her bra with her hands and screeches*
  • Shinoa*unashamed*: "Nothing~ Mitsu and I just had some fun~"
  • Mitsuba*angry* : "Fun, my ass!!!"
  • Shinoa: "Hi hi hi."
  • Mtsuba*even more angered*: "You!!!"
  • *Mitsuba takes Tenjiryuu, wanting to attack Shinoa, but Shinoa hides behind Mika, hoping he would dodge the attack*
  • *Mika's not able to react fast enough and gets the upper part of his uniform torn to pieces*
  • Yuu*staring at Mika's bare chest*: "O//O"
  • *Shinoa smiles mischievously behind Mika*
  • Mitsuba*shocked and blushing before bowing in apology*: I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to...I'm so sorry"
  • Mika*angry*: "Damn humans! Come on, Yuu-Chan, apparently they don't need any help, so let's go."
  • Yuu*still staring at hs bare chest*: "O//O"
  • Mika*irritated*: "Yuu-Chan?"
  • Yuu: "O//O"
  • Mika*placing both of his hands on Yuu's shoulders*: "Hey, Yuu-Chan, what's wrong?"
  • Yuu: "O//O"
  • Shinoa*popping up right beside Yuu, whispering: "Yuu-san, your gay side is showing."
  • Yuu*being pulled out of his trance, still blushing*: "W-what?! NO! I just- I mean- Shinoa!"
  • Shinoa*grinning*: "Fufufufu. There's no denying it, Yuu-san. Here are two really beautiful girls in this room only in their underwear and you have only eyes for Mika-san, or rather his bo-"
  • Yuu*cutting her off*: "Shinoa!!!"
  • Shinoa*unfazed by his angry expression and takes out Shikima-Doji*: "Oh, but don't worry. You're not the only one who gets his fun~"
  • Yuu: "Huh?! What do you-"
  • *Yuu also gets the upper part of his uniform torn into pieces*
  • Mitsuba and Mika: "O//O"
  • Yuu*angry and embarrassed*: "Shinoa!!! That's it, Mika, let's go."
  • Mika: "O//O"
  • Yuu: "Mika!"
  • Mika: "O//O"
  • Shinoa: "Fufufufufu~"
  • Yuu*totally angry, taking out Asuramaru*: "Just you wait, you little midget! You'll suffer for that!"
  • *Shinoa runs away while Yuu chases her through the bathroom, making loud noises, while Mika and Mitsuba still stand there blushing*
  • *The others dash into the room, worried about the loud noises*
  • Kimizuki*Kiseki-O in his hands, ready to attack*: "What's wrong?!"
  • Yoichi*right behind him with Gekkoin* : "Is everyone alright?"
  • *Narumi and Crowley slently standing behind the two, also with drawn weapons*
  • *Shinoa and Yuu stop running, startled by the sound of the opened door,looking at their friends*
  • *Kimizuki sees all of them have ripped clothes*: "What happend?"
  • Yuu*pointing at Shinoa*: "She started it all!"
  • Shinoa*giggling* "Oh, come on, Yuu-san. I just wanted you to have fun with your boyfr-"
  • Yuu: "Shinoa!!!"
  • Kimizuki*understanding that they had ripped off their clothes themselves*: "Are you fucking kidding me?!"
  • *Yoichi averts his gaze, blushing*
  • Narumi*exciting the room*: "Okay, that's it. I'm out. I can't believe I'm the only adult here!"
  • Crowley: "It's strange how much teenagers have changed over the past 800 years..."
Why I don't think this ship is wrong

I’m not interesed in fighting with antis, or trying to change other people’s opinion forcefully. However It may be usefull if I collect some things I and others have said

TL;DR: This ship *can* be handled so badly that it makes our beloved conman into a pedophile, but I think the grand mayority of the people being bullied on this site don’t even ship it like that. Don’t put everyone on the same bag. People don’t deserve to be bullied for what they like in fiction and there are clear differences between reality and fiction.

I don’t think this ship is pedophilia simply because I dont ship it that way. Pedophilia implies fetichistic sexual atraction to kids under 13, and a horrible abusive element of “I don’t care about you, I just wanna fuck u cuz ur young”. Now, if you see this pairing as reigen sexualy taking advantage of a very young mob or simply not really caring about his well being and preying on him, that would count (and also be horribly ooc and a sad way of doing it).

However if, by example, you ship them romantically as having mutual care for each other and mob in full understanding and control of the situation, even if the relationship gets sexual while mob’s still 14, I wouldn’t call it pedo. Questionable or innapropiate? Yes. But not pedophilia. And then you have many, many, other scenarios that get really away from all that.

An important distinction should be mentioned here: While I’m ok with a romantic relationship between this two characters despite their age gaps, If I saw a similar age gap in real life and the younger party is still a minor, I would probably call the cops. For me that is the difference between fiction and real life for this issue. Minors in real life should be discouraged from dating people much older because they could easily be taken advantage of. However in fiction, you have control over these characters and you can make sure their relationship is healthy, especially if you keep them in character as much as you can.

You can have them being romantically involved but not turning sexual until mob is older. You can have them being platonic for a long time before they develop romantic feelings. You can have mob being assertive. You can have reigen feeling conflicted. You can adress the age gap issue. You can have it not mattering at all and them just slowly getting closer witouth noticing. You can have them being only platonic, in a very strong friendship.

There is many many ways to make this ship beautifull and I don’t think it’s just to put everyone on the same bag as the worst content and condem them all using a really severe accusation of condoning child abuse or being abusers themselves.

It’s just not alright to make call out blogs and tag whoever ships it, regardless of how they ship it, as “pedophiles”. I remember one of these some months ago tagging a user who only had like two barely shippy posts with grown up Mob as “condones pedophilia”. Neither is ok to send mean messages to users with death threats or fill their asks with insults. Or flood the main tag with complains about which, I have to be honest and say that to have so much nsfw noncon underage content popping on your dash as some people complain, at least on this site you literally would need to follow the 2-3 blogs with such content and have them on notifications. I know what Im talking about, I check the main ship tag nearly daily, follow most shippers and have stumbled onto that only like twice on my dash.

Continuing with the list of shit people have been puting on with, it’s even less fair to ramp up the generalizations and make really rude comics portraying all the shippers as disgusting creatures. Or say you get disgusted if a shipper reblogs your content, even if they respected your tagging preferences and/or the content has nothing to do with the ship at all. Or to claim “x has great art but they ship reimob, nevermind, their art is trash”. What’s the necessity of doing all that? I frankly doubt people who do that have the best interests of minors at heart. At best I have seen questionable beliefs about content on a site as tumblr being influencial enough such that a fanart with less than 50 notes of a niche fandom can “normalize pedophilia” in american society (because you know, we are all americans and america is the world). At worst it just seems to be used as excuse for harassment.

Speaking of that, regarding the users who make really wrong content: While I won’t defend that, I feel another distinction should be made. Do I think certain content is gross? Yes. Some of that content nearly made me throw up? Yes. Do I think the autor of that content is gross/deserves to die/etc? No. Do I harass them? No. Some of them have turned out to be csa survivors. I try to abide to the notion that nobody should be bullied for their likings in fictional settings, even if I don’t like it. What I do to deal with that is simply not follow the blogs with such content and so far it works.

As I said, I’m not interesed in discussing with antis, I just wanted to put some things together. Maybe it will help confused bystanders understand the shippers aren’t defending pedophilia. We are just defending a ship we like and love. Let’s try to respect each other.

anonymous asked:

I know you normally don't take prompts, but if you were to write a smutty oneshot with deputy Killian and Emma I would not object. ;)

Author’s note: I finally got some time to write this! I hope you like it!

Also posted: FF.net / AO3

The Sheriff and the Deputy

She turned over the fifteenth (or was it more? She lost count) time, tugging on her pillow to find a cool spot. It was dark, perfectly silent, her eyes were firmly closed, and still Emma Swan could not fall asleep. It was too quiet. Too dark. Too cold. It was the middle of fall and while the air in Storybrooke was cool; she never felt it in her bed. Their bed. She always had her husband—the human furnace—there to chase away the chill.

Basically, she’d gotten far too accustomed to sharing a bed and she missed him.

He was only down at the station. Manning to proverbial fort on a Saturday night. They were due at her parents’ house the next day for Sunday dinner; Killian gallantly suggested she get a good night’s sleep rather than man their usual Saturday night post at the station. It was a duty they typically took together, Saturday night being their busiest time in the sleepy town of Storybrooke. Ever since the Final Battle, things had been downright boring, not that she was complaining. Boring was good. It allowed her to enjoy some quality time with her new husband, something they’d had precious little of during their eventful courtship.

She was truly content, for the first time in her life.

Only not right now, because the man she loved so dearly was missing from their bed.

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Victorian/Regency Sterek Fics

*I have not read any of these*

This is for @demisexualhale. Hope you like these!

Pride and Place by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace) (62,933)

Derek Hale, Earl of Osterbrook, has inherited, following the death of Lord Montfort, a run down house in Yorkshire he neither needs nor wants, convinced his staff are robbing him, and with the mystery of a missing ward, he manages to get himself talked into a ridiculous bet, that he cannot pass as a steward until Midwinter, nearly two months away. So can he maintain the charade? Find the missing child? And manage to turn the shambles of a house around, or will he give up and let Peter take the thousand pounds he bet.

A Curious Couplement by idareu2bme (40,375)

Derek is a simple horseman from the mountains, Stiles is an enthusiastic university graduate ready to make a name for himself. In any other situation, they would have gone their entire lives never having met. It’s probably a good thing then, that they both happened to be in the wrong place at the right time.

Remember My Love by bleep0bleep (23,358)

Stiles wakes up and suddenly the war is over, he’s no longer a penniless mage, and living in an exquisite manor married to the man he’s been in love with for far too long.

“It’ll be fine,” Stiles says gallantly. “I am certain I will just fall in love with my husband all over again, and I will find plenty of joy doing that.” He winks at Derek for good measure.
Derek blinks.

Things We Lost by Dexterous_Sinistrous (20,039)

“Who … who am I to wed?”

A small flash of guilt covered the king’s features before he was able to recover. “Your union will join the royal families—joining our family to the Hales.”

Dread and sorrow sunk in Stiles’ stomach as he closed his eyes.

There was only one Hale left unharmed by the great fire that nearly wiped out the entire royal family—the Dread Wolf of Triskelia, Crowned King Derek Hale.

*Read the tags for this one, there’s some dubcon that could be triggering

The Gentleman And The Fox by bleep0bleep, Inkforwords (15,707)

Derek doesn’t expect much from his arranged marriage. When his inattentive husband, Lord Stiles Stilinski, tells him he’s free to look for a lover, he doesn’t know where to start, until a dashing bandit named the Red Fox catches his eye.
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The Fox winks again. “Have a good night, Derek,” he purrs in a sultry tone, and then climbs back on the horse and disappears into the night.
Derek walks up the path towards the manor in a daze, and it isn’t until he’s inside when he realizes he never told the Fox his name or where he lived.

The Prince and His Painter by Dexterous_Sinistrous (8,512)

Stiles was always a sick child. He was never supposed to live beyond his infancy—shocking many when he reaches adulthood. With his inevitable death looming over his country, Stiles chooses to accept a successor through marriage. His advisors commission a painter to capture the prince’s likeness in order to advertise him to potential candidates. Only, Derek Hale isn’t like most painters—or humans, for that matter.

Scowls and Sarcasm by dr_girlfriend (26,054)

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single alpha in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a mate.

Whether or not Derek Hale felt that way was hardly a concern to the neighborhood — the very fact of his arrival was enough that the surrounding families seemed to consider him the rightful property of one or another of their eligible sons and daughters. That was, of course, before they met the man.

The Perils of Petticoats by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace) (30,248)

A She Stoops to Conquer AU

Stiles is an omega who is bullied by his beta stepmother into wearing a dress during the day, so when his new suitor turns out to be painfully shy around society he pretends to be a servant girl (a homely one) to get to know the real person, whilst his step mother tries to marry her alpha daughter to her omega ward despite neither of them want it, and the sheriff (called Josiah) tries to remain constantly drunk for the entire weekend.

A Gentleman’s Secret by DLanaDHZ (15,232)

Stiles Stilinski has lived 19 years without revealing his secret. He’s a fine gentleman, a stellar horseman, and a sassy addition to any conversation, but he keeps his true feelings to himself. When the Hale family moves into the county, the Stilinski’s throw a ball in their honor and Stiles in swept up into the gravity of the eldest son. Propriety tells him to keep his distance, but can he ignore the urges pulling them ever closer? At first sight, Stiles is already undone.

Ardently by roundelet (13,344)

Mr Stilinski contends with the loss of his family’s funds, an unfortunate predilection for pastries, and an inconvenient attraction to this Season’s most eligible bachelor.

Lord Hale contends with a reluctant return to Society, hiding a war injury from meddling sisters, and the trials of courting a thoroughly oblivious young man.

Lone Wolf by Peasantaries (6/12 regularly updated WIP, 12,705)

If Stiles weren’t mistaken, he would almost say King Hale was amused. My, he might even be smiling, if the uneven line that’s broken his stiff mouth could be called that.

But that was absurd. Kings don’t smile. Especially King Hale.

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Love is not love until it’s made to suffer: until it’s made to endure the strain of separation.

Regency Sterek by inappropriate_happiness (fanart)

Art for A Single Man in Possession of Dougnuts by using_this_name (fanart)

Let me know if you have a trope you want me to find and I’ll make you a list.

taylor-tut  asked:

YASS okay prompt time! Maybe something where Lance is being really snippy and arguing with Pidge about stuff, and so Keith separates them when it gets heated. But they don't know that Lance is sick and irritable because he's got a headache and so when he comes out later he doesn't even remember that they were arguing and he's really upset that Pidge is mad at him and he doesn't know why?? until finally he's just totally not making sense and the paladins figure out that he's got a wicked fever :O

HELLO you have blessed me with your reblogs.
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“Lance, you flipped those two numbers.” Pidge reached out, her finger brushing against the screen where the two offending numbers were.


“I’ll fix it! Just give me a chance!” Lance pushed her hand away, finishing the line he was working on before fixing what Pidge had pointed out.

“I was just trying to help.”

“I don’t need it! Just let me finish it!”

“I was just pointing one thing out!” Pidge folded her arms, already frustrated. Lance was in a bad mood, but it really wasn’t fair for him to take it out on her. “Just because you’re in a bad mood doesn’t mean you can take it out on us!”

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Don't Worry! I’ll Marry You!

SPORTS!AU// Yoongi X Reader// Fluff

Originally posted by bogdana8

It was a peaceful morning you woke up with a ray of sunshine striking your face and the quiet ambiance of the morning made you feel at peace. You opened your eyes whilst taking a deep breath and yawning, you stretched your arms and legs and pulled you blanket closer to you. As you were about to close your eyes again and fall asleep once more, you glanced at the time and saw that it was exactly 8:00AM in the morning, your eyes spread wide as you realized you need to clean the house as early as possible. You quickly jolted up and wore your slippers , you fixed your bed, brushed your teeth,washed your face and tied your hair into a somewhat messy bun and started to clean a room in your house. ‘'It needed cleaning, emptying, renovating and painting.’ You thought to yourself. You wore your cleaning gloves wore a mask and got the vacuum from lthe closet downstairs. 

You began diligently cleaning the room and taking all of these boxes out filled with your old stuff. Stuff like your old clothes, old books, old toys and other stuff you used to get into while in the age of 5-15 you didn’t throw them away as it reminded you of all the fun times and all the stupid things you did as a child. After the age of 15 you didn’t really think much about keeping or throwing away those new memories that you have made so they just casually get lost and you weren’t able to find them again.

As you were finished cleaning, you once again took a look at the box which was labeled with a pink crayon and said TOYS you opened the box only to find nostalgia creeping into you as you felt a huge grin spread across your face.

You quickly rummaged through the box,and there you found your old rag dolls, spinning tops and those kiddie makeup kits you used to love so much there were plenty of stuff in there but one thing inside a plastic zip-lock bag caught your attention. Paper dolls. You remembered that you used to collect tons and tons of these as you were growing up, you guessed that you stopped collecting the at the age of 7, you quickly scanned the dolls and started arranging them, one by one while you were arranging them a wave of nostalgia and happy memories overcome you and take you back when you were 7 years old.

(You were brought back when you were 7 years old)

It was in the summer morning when yo decided you wanted to go to the playground nearby your house, you brought your paper dolls with you in a bag and happily ran to the playground. 

After getting to the playground, you quickly climbed up the slide and slid down without any hesitation, you really didn’t have that much friends at the time but you were happy and contented just by playing with yourself. 

After the slide you ran to the swings and gave your self a push, which wasn’t easy. Although it was fun playing all by yourself you struggled a lot because there are only so much one person can play. You climbed down the swing and sat right beside the end of the slide where the sun perfectly hit your hair and made you shine. 

Nearby was a basketball court, and guys obviously older than you playing a nice game of basketball. You looked at them for a second and then continued with the work you were about to do. You were about to arrange your paper dolls. Your mom recently bought you new ones and all there’s left is for you to arrange them. 

As you were minding you own business arranging your dolls cut out of paper, an orange ball came dashing to you and before you knew it you got hit by a basketball to the face.

Your head swinged back and all of you paper dolls had been scattered again. ‘OUCH!’ Was the only thing that you thought. As you tilted your head back into its position, you suddenly see a boy running to you with such a horrified expression. He quickly knelt down to you the look of concern was obvious in his face.

“I-I am so so sorry!! Are you alright?”  The boy asks you but you only looked at him with a tearful expression. Getting hit by a basketball to the face hurts!!

“"Oh..oh no.. No no no no, please.. Please don’t cry!!” The boy pleaded

“"I’ll help you pick up your dolls! Please don’t cry!” The sweet boy insisted to help you arrange your thousands of paper dolls, you wiped away your tears and stood up. 

“"THERE IS A BASKETBALL COURT OVER THERE!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO PLAY HERE AND THROW A BASKETBALL AT ME HITTING MY FACE!” You shouted, holding a hand up your face.

“"I’m sorry! Besides! The big kids wouldn’t let me play basketball with them! So I decided to play by my self! C’mon, let me see your face” he touched your face, gently caressing it. It made you turn a slight pink at his touch. You quickly took his hand off of your face

“"Hey! Don’t touch me!” You scream.

“Wait a sec!” You flinched as he yelled those words

“"Oh no..” The boy says his expression turning into a mortified expression.

“"Wh-what?” you reply nervously 

“"There’s kind of maybe you know…” 

“"Spill it kid!!” You said angrily

“"The ball may or may not had scarred your face…”

“"WH-WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!” I say in complete and utter shock

How am I supposed to get married now?!” You yell at the boy, back when you were super young , you thought that being pretty was the only way to get yourself married, since your mom, aunts and siblings always scolded you about being neat, nice girly and of course looking your best.

D-don’t worry! I’ll marry you!”

“"What..?” Was the only word that came out of my small mouth. His sudden words made me blush and shy

I’ll marry you! Okay? so don’t be mad! My name is Yoongi by the way.” Y-yoongi? What a nice name.. 

Your seven-year old self flushed at his words before answering

My name is y/n and Okay! But in one condition! You’ll have to always play with me okay? I don’t have that many friends here so you need to play with me!” Your needy seven year old self had a brilliant idea of having a playmate. 

Alright! Uhh is that all?” Yoongi asks you curiously

Yep! That’ll be all.” You say before giving him the most innocent smile ever you looked at yoongi and you could swear he flushed at your smile. You handed him the paper dolls you had in your hand 

C’mon! Help me arrange my dolls yoongi!” You told him, which he completely complied with.

The two of you just spent the morning arranging your paper dolls, after the two of you finished you watched yoongi play basketball while you were sitting in  a tiny bench near by. You were amazed and mesmerized by yoongi ‘he’s so cool!’ You thought to yourself. Suddenly, you remembered that your mom had told you to come back home before lunch time. And with that you told yoongi that you had to go home, he nodded and helped you get out off the bench you were sitting on. You went home and the two of you promised to meet and play again tomorrow.

The next day, you came to the playground but this time you were with your mom. 

"Mommy! Can I go look for my new friend yoongi?” You ask your mother innocently

Hmm? Who’s yoongi dear?” Your mother asks you

He’s my friend mommy! He promised to marry me.” You say innocently. Your mother’s jaw dropped at the words you spoke before she smiled and chuckled at how cute you were.

"Hm? Well, since he’s your future husband, how about I meet him too!” Your mom enthusiastically told you.

"Okay mommy! I’ll go find him!” You told your mother before sprinting off with your little feet, as you were running, you thought of places yoongi might be in. Then you quickly thought of the basketball court. ‘'Yoongi might be there!’ You thought to yourself.

You quickly ran to the basketball court and as you expected, you found yoongi playing basketball and a woman right beside him watching over yoongi. 

Yoongi!! Come play with me!” You screamed, you hadn’t noticed that your mom was already creeping up behind you.

Oh? Is she yoongi y/n?” Your mother asked full of curiosity

Yes mommy! He’s yoongi!”  You answered your mother ecstatically. 

As you were looking at yoongi, the woman with him came to the two of you and your mom

Y/m/n! How’ve you been?!” The woman said excitingly

"Good! how about you?”  The were talking happily as my you and yoongi ran to each other with smiles on your faces 

Oh? Is she your child?” Yoongi’s mom asked yours

y/n! yoongi! Come here!”  You heard your mom call out to the two of you

"Hi y/n! I’m yoongi’s mom, would you like to come to our place for some snacks?” You eyes widened and turned to your mom for permission, your mother just smiled and nodded at you giving you your go signal

You looked at the woman with a completely lit up face and a smile so bright it could have blinded anyone. The woman returned your smile as brightly as yours. The woman held your hand and the three of you were on your way to yoongi’s house. 

The two of you played and even had a sleep over. You and yoongi had become closer and closer after all those years. You remembered how light tears fell from your eyes and onto your cheek  as he was about to leave for the sports university he had signed up to early on.

You remembered not seeing him for so long that you almost cried when you saw him again. 

You gave a deep sigh as you snapped back into reality and that wave of nostalgia leaving you. You smiled to yourself as you thought of yoongi. 

Whilst in the middle of reminiscing your childhood, you heard the door unlock. It was then when you got up and looked up on your dashing husband 

"Hmm? Did you finish cleaning already? I’m sorry I wasn’t able to help you out cleaning babe.. Oh.. Did mommy clean our baby’s room all by herself? I’m so sorry..” He says as he proceeded to kiss my baby bump

Yoongi no! I’m filthy!!” You say giggling 

It tickles! Stop it yoongi!”

“"Alright alright, my point is, go ahead and take a shower and I’ll make you food okay?” He pleaded at you ,  he must’ve felt bad that he wasn’t able to help you on cleaning your baby’s soon-to-be room.

"Alright Agust D” you say before giving him a wink

You were always proud of your husband, after all, he is the star player of South Korea ‘s international basketball team. And you still couldn’t believe that you got married to yoongi because he threw a basketball at your face.

someone on my dash is on a spree of ‘xyz is Not Okay to Ship’ posts

and once again I’m left going “ok but what does that even *mean*??”

like I feel like I’m missing some kind of fundamental precept, these arguments wind up puzzling me so bad. I can usually grasp the aversion response to various *topics* I just… I think maybe my brain is not set up to understand why fictional representation of thing=thing.

I don’t know, engagement in media is so very much a different thing to me. it’s like someone saying “look at those kids playing cops and robbers; all of them idolize crime.” but they’re not doing crime they’re doing fictional roleplaying and that’s a very human way of processing the world around them. and one that seems to me to have very little to do with 'wouldn’t this be great in real life.’

people poke at stuff that disturbs them for all kinds of reasons. and stuff that interests them, puzzles them, alarms them, irritates them, etc, etc, etc. people just poke at stuff to see what happens in their brain.

         since it’s DEAN’S THREE YEAR ANNIVERSARY ( SEPT 2ND ), lou made a list.  

over the course of three years, i’ve encountered so, so many incredible people.  i know i can never thank everyone enough for all the kind compliments and the beautiful messages that i constantly receive here, but i’ve decided to leave a small message for most of the blogs i follow below, because i want as many people as possible to get a lil piece of recognition and appreciation !

lil note: for my own sanity, i’ve only listed the active people, in the order i followed from first to last.  this is one hell of a list tbh ( 100+ people ), so, i’m super super sorry if i missed someone, because i probably did.  i’ve gone through the list several times.  my intention was to get as many people as i could, and at one point it got quite overwhelming.  

tldr; as a way of saying thank you to everyone for following me, i left a positive message for as many people as i possibly could !

press ctrl + F and type your url, so you can find your message !

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anonymous asked:

Hello!! You def don't have to do this it here's a small Drabble idea: what if, during season 9 and when cas is a human, he's able to adopt a cat for the bunker bc dean is a softie even though he's allergic and cas happens to be allergic too and dean comforts him about it?? I love fics that are sweet and soft!! Anyway, have a nice day!!

I love sweet and soft fics too! Thank you for the prompt <3

I may have… gone overboard. Because Team Free Will and pets. Hope you enjoy!

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The dog is first.

Castiel catches it sniffing around their trash cans one night after Dean’s shoved him in the direction of the door, bags gripped loosely in hand and grumbling to himself. If you sleep here and you eat here, you help with the chores.

It’s bony and its fur is matted down by the rain, but it lopes right on up to him with its tongue wagging when he offers it the half-eaten take-out on the top of the garbage pile. Its limping gait and war-hardened eyes remind Castiel very much of himself, before the Winchesters kindly rescued him. Castiel looks uneasily back towards the door.

He sleeps here and eats here. He takes out the garbage. This is his home as much as it is Sam and Dean’s, he has been assured countless times since The Fall, so he is also allowed to say who comes and who goes.

“Alright. But just for tonight,” he tells it.

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anonymous asked:

alec punching raphael? hell to the no, i hope magnus won't let that pass

Honestly yes. I’ve seen posts on my dash that are willing to excuse Alec’s behaviour, that because it’s his sister that it is completely fine for him to go around lashing at Magnus and punching Raphael for something which has a lot of negative associations attached to it.

Of course I understand that Alec is protective of Isabelle, that’s his sister, but don’t go around lashing out just because you didn’t notice what Isabelle was struggling with. Not with Magnus tried to give Isabelle an out earlier on, not when Raphael went out of his way to make sure Isabelle was okay. He was there for her when no one was, he wanted to help get her out of that situations and instead Isabelle played him (consent issues here because that was not okay) and after that too Raphael shared things about his past, things that he would have rather forget, but he did try and help her. Raphael owes the shadowhunters nothing. Keep reminding yourself that when you’re there preaching about why it’s absolutely fine that Alec is punching Raphael.

Raphael owes them shit. Isabelle and Clary betrayed Raphael, Clary used Raphael to get blood for Jace, and then used Simon to get Camille from Raphael. After what Isabelle did to Raphael in 1x13, I’m surprised Raphael even bothered to help her out, but he did because he sympathised. So you know what, Alec Lightwood can have a nice chat with himself and what he’s doing, because I’m not going to support it one bit, (my opinion, sorry).

Also if Isabelle is Alec’s sister than Raphael is Magnus’ son. And I do hope Magnus doesn’t let it pass. Because you can see how much Magnus cares about Raphael, he literally raised him up. So yeah. I’m not saying it, because I’m gonna get hate either way, but I don’t agree one bit with Alec punching Raphael and I hope Magnus steps in.

toosicktoocare  asked:

"- I am the coffee barista/struggling college student and you are the son of the mayor. Why do you come in here everyday? Don’t you have fancy coffee at daddy’s house? Oh, don’t give me that worried look. It’s just a small cold. My voice doesn’t sound that bad!" With Lance as the barista and Keith as the son of the mayor? If you don't like this, please don't hesitate to tell me you don't! If you do like it, take your time! There's no rush, sweets :)

[ Rubs hands together ]  (✧ω✧) I’m so excited to write this <33


The chime of the bell above the door has Lance glancing up from behind the counter. His focus drifts back towards the frappé he’s currently making, but he can’t help but notice the cute guy who had just come in.

Yes, the cute guy - The mayor’s son. As if he had a shot with him.

Once the cool beverage was handed over to the customer, he’s face-to-face with the black haired beauty standing across the counter, next in line.

“Good morning,” He starts, though his voice is scratchy. He perseveres. “What’ll it be?”

“Just a Mocha, to go, please.”

“What, the Mayor doesn’t have fancy coffee? You should complain.”

The glare he receives only makes Lance laugh, but it quickly morphs into a coughing fit that he stifles in the sleeve of his uniform. When his eyes stop watering, he finds the raven male’s eyes locked on his, a dash of worry in them.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that,” Lance sighs, “Its just a little cold.”

“You sound like your throat is made of sandpaper,” Keith pointed out, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “Should you be working like this?”

“My throat’s not even that bad. And, uh, maybe not. But between you and me, I kind of need the money.

 Keith didn’t seem impressed. Lance moved to get the coffee started, already thinking about how high and mighty that guy must think he is to look down on us poor people. But by the time he turns around, coffee in hand, Keith is digging in his pocket; First for a handkerchief, and second, for his wallet.

“$3.20, please,” Lance starts, but he’s cut off by the handkerchief and $20 being held out to him.

“Keep the change. I know it’s not much, but it’s something.”

The smile they exchanged, well, it melted Lance’s heart a little.

As Keith grabbed his coffee, Lance reached out for a napkin. “Hey, wait,” He started. He was quick to jot down his phone number on the edge of the napkin, and handed it to the raven male. Keith, upon realising what it was, turned beet red.

Lance’s laugh quickly turned into a fit of coughing so harsh it made his eyes water. Keith, in turn, headed towards the door, coffee and napkin in hand.

He just hoped that cute Barista - Lance, the napkin said - couldn’t see the smile on his face.