but i dont even go out so i will probably never

my mgca headcanons vol 1

This got really long so I apologize

(I don’t know how to do that fancy “read below the cut” thing. Someone plz send help)

  • The family of empty cups so adopts Alex like this is just canon at this point. It shouldn’t even be on this list but I put it here cause it makes me happy
  • Sif and Alex totally bonded in that dressing room and Sif is now Alex’s emergency contact and listed as “new goddess mom” in her phone.
  • Magnus feels like he should be offended but he’s mostly just really confused
  • Speaking of phones…
    • yes i know they probably don’t have phones shut up
  • But Sam has one because duh mortal world and she texts Amir all the time.
  • You cannot convince me that they are not those people that text each other really inspirational or sweet messages first thing every morning and last thing at night
  • Magnus went through Sam’s messages once and gained approximately six new cavities from all the tooth-rotting fluff
  • Magnus also has a phone. Which he almost never uses.
  • But Jack does?
  • Somehow, between being a pendant and participating in all the battles, Jack has managed to download a dozen dating apps on Magnus’s phone without him noticing
  • Magnus didn’t even know there were that many apps for magical weapons that are “single and ready to mingle. preferably over some freshly slain corpses”
  • Suffices to say that he’s pretty weirded out
  • He offered to get Jack his own phone but the sword denied all involvement so…
  • Whatever. Magnus can deal.
  • And hey, guess what! Blitz and Hearth are in a wonderful queer-platonic relationship this is my belief I will defend it until the day I die.
    • (If you’re not 100% sure of what that is please google it and tell me it doesn’t fit. QPRs are so good and pure and it fits them so much)
    • (I still don’t like that Ellie girl with Hearth tho like nun uh leave the elf-child with his dwarf please and thank you)
  • More on this wonderfulness:
    • They share a bed
    • And their mugs
    • And their socks
    • And they always are with each other and they cuddle a lot because Hearth is always cold (thus the scarf)
    • And it’s just really cute and domestic
  • I’ll definitely maybe do some more headcanons on them later
  • So Alex Fierro is a verifiable fashion hoe (subtle reference to my sideblog *wink*)
  • She and Blitzen spend so much of their time together talking about clothes
  • Not even just outfits and shit, but how to weaponize scarves and include Blitz’s chain mail design into absolutely anything
  • They are the best of buds
  • And ok she is the absolute queen of that “i woke up like this” hair style that actually takes like 30 minutes because my child is always determined to be looking as good as possible
  • (aka determined to make Magnus go into cardiac arrest every time he sees her)
    • Magnus: –and don’t even get me started on that hair like is she TRYING to kill me?!?
    • Some member of the floor 19 squad who really doesn’t deserve this: Well she did decapitate you that one time…
    • Magnus: NOT THE POINT
  • Her hair is totally the real deal btw like she picked so many pockets and saved up a ton of money to go to a salon cause she’d been dreaming about it for ages and goddamn it if she’s gonna do this she’s gonna make sure it’s the best it can possibly be
  • Anyway my girl be looking 110% on top of things at all times and Alex Fierro will 110% be listed as the cause of death in Magnus’ obituary
  • Oh and all the tangled jokes are made at Magnus’ expense
  • He and Alex are always talking about disney movies and pop cultue because everyone else on floor 19 does not (for obvious reasons) know anything about mean girls or the kardasians and Magnus was getting really sick of only having to Jack to talk about this stuff with
  • So he and Alex sometimes have competitions over who can make the most references in 10 minutes
  • Their first “regular” date is going to see FBAWTFT ok don’t try to tell me otherwise
  • Hey hey guess what? Idk if I’ve mentioned this but I think Blitz and Hearth are queer platonic partners k?
  • Next up: my two cents on how Magnus can tell what pronouns Alex uses at any given time
  • Don’t get me wrong he could just be really observant but that also seems. Kinda unrealistic to me? At least how he’s able to tell in that last scene with the “dude” and everything.
  • So my theory’s that Magnus healing her and getting that glimpse into her head allowed him to understand kinda how she acts/the different airs she has depending on her gender.
  • Idk this one’s still a work in progress. Please come talk to me about it if you wanna.
  • Actually please come talk to me about anything related to all my mango cheese children. or having to do with rick’s books.
  • *ahem*
  • Yeah that’s all I got for now
Love was never supposed to hurt this much

Warnings - HOLY ANGST 9000! - Character death - LOTS OF SWEARING - the smallest amount of fluff in the WORLD
Pairing - Bucky X Reader
Words - 5,400

A/N - Okay I am actually sorry for this ENTIRE THING! This is probably the most angsty thing I have ever written in my life AND I NEED A HUG! and you’re all going to need a hug after this. Also - PLEASE DONT KILL ME!

Erin I am actually sorry @theassetseyeliner (I’m not sorry, mwhahaha)

Originally posted by onemenwreckingmachine

Love. It had always been a foreign concept to you, but god the moment you laid eyes on him you knew – you damn well knew he was the one.

Even from birth you never knew the meaning of love. Your parents? The people who are supposed to love you unconditionally, it seemed they didn’t understand the meaning of it either – or maybe it was because your dad left so long ago, and it spiralled your mother into depression, pushing her towards alcohol. Then years later, when your mind was ridden with self-hatred, and depression sank its claws into your flesh, he came along.

The moment your eyes fell on him the breath was stolen from your lungs, yet you felt like you could breathe all-over again. Everything about him was beautiful – from the way his brunette hair fell into his eyes – and on the topic of his eyes, oh they were the most beautiful things you had ever seen in your life. They were bright blue, like the sky on a summers night – yet they were so dark and steely that you found yourself drowning in their depths, they were breath-taking on a whole other level. Then there was the way that his expanse of muscle rippled underneath his clothes and a smile which lit up your entire world and gave you the light you needed to guide you from the tunnel of self-hatred. He was perfect in every way possible.

And you? The person who so average that it physically hurt. The girl who has more emotional baggage than stability – who didn’t know what love was. You who was so utterly scared of commitment because oh god what do I do? The girl who wasn’t the most attractive. Who didn’t have a perfect figure or smile. Who hated herself so absolutely that looking in the mirror became a chore, because she hated the way she looked. Out of everyone he could have chosen – he chose you.

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The idea just wouldn’t leave me alone and even though I’ve never really written fanfiction, it just wouldn’t leave me alone so I wrote it.  And no one will probably read this, but I didn’t just write 2.5k words to not post it on the inernet (yes you heard that right).  So, if by some magic you do read this, I would really love to know what you think!  It’s Stiles and Lydia, about that nights where Stiles come to see Lydia because he thinks there’s something supernatural.  So I hope you like it (or read it i guess)

The Boy Who Cried Supernatural

The first time it happens, Lydia’s sure she’s dreaming. Because there’s no way- no fricking way- that Stiles Stilinski is standing over her bed, whispering her name so softly “Lydia, Lydia, Lydia” over and over again like a prayer. But Lydia blinks twice, long and hard and reaches without thinking, slowly reaches her hand out to lightly touch his cheek. It’s real and solid and there, and immediacy recoils her hand, a sharp contrast to her previous movements. Lydia’s sense of wonder is almost immediacy replaced by annoyance. 

“What are you doing her” she groans, still half-asleep. She rolls her head to the side, glancing at her alarm clock, “At 2:30 in the morning?”

“I found something,” he says, his voice anxious. The anxiety in his voices wakes her up. It’s 2:30 in the morning and he’s fully awake, and hell, that has to count for something right? 

“What?” She asks, sitting up, slightly terrified. She realizes that her pajamas are slight generous in a certain area on her chest. His gaze shifts for a moment, then back to her face. 

“Something…supernatural” he says, and then quickly corrects, “at least I think it’s supernatural. I need you and you’re all knowing banshee powers to tell me if it is or not”. 

“My banshee powers are not all knowing,” she grumbles, “Look away”. She looks back and he’s dutifully shut his eyes. She climbs out of bed and quickly slips on the nearest dress because of course Lydia Martin sleeps in her underwear. She cautiously looks back (his eyes are still closed, and he’s absentmindedly playing with his car keys) and she slips on the nearest pair of boots and grabs a jacket. 

“You can open them now,” and his eyes snap open. The car keys stop. His gives her a quick once over. 

“Let’s go,” he nods and they make their way to Stiles’ jeep. 


They’re riding in the jeep, stiles’ eyes darting back and forth, even though there’s no one in the road. The right hand is on the wheel, the left absentmindedly tap tap tapping on his left leg while his right one shakes. Lydia slightly smiles. Stiles can never sit still even for a second. She glances out the car, and catches her reflection in the rearview mirror. She pauses for a second, a realization striking her. This is the first time she’s ever been around Stiles without makeup on. 

“Stop it,” Stiles says, as though he’s reading her mind, “you look beauti-fine. You look fine.” Lydia turns away so he won’t see the blush that’s threatening to form on her face. 


The reach the “something supernatural” that Stiles was referring to, a clearing in the middle of the woods. There’s rock forming a perfect circle, and maybe it’s just because it’s 2:30, no 3:00 in the morning, but it looks creepy to Lydia too and she can see and sense Stiles’ worry. 

“How did you find this?” She whispers, touching on one of the rocks. 

“I…uh…” and now he looks embarrassed, and now he’s starting blushing and she realizes there’s only one way that he found something this isolated in the middle of the woods. 

“Do you patrol the woods?” she asks, and it sounds disbelieving but of course, she believes it, of course this idiot boy patrols the woods, looking out for the supernatural. 

“I…erhm…yes?” She laughs, and then the moment turns serious. She walks to the middle of the clearing and sits down. She closes her eyes, waiting. She doesn’t understand how this whole beacon for the supernatural, probably never will but it she sits still, clears her mind, and hopes to whatever god(s) might or might not be out there, usually something will come to her. 

So she sits and waits. And she waits. She can feel Stiles’ impatience radiation off of him in streams. 

“Well?” He asks impatiently, after silence that to his nervous mind was probably an eternity. 

“Nothing,” she says, almost relieved. 

“Nothing?” He asks in disbelief, “but the…the rocks…they…” he spins out pointing, “There has to be,” he whispers, and she senses urgency in his voice even though she doesn’t realize know why. 

“There’s not,” she says comfortingly, “I promise, Stiles. Now can you take me home? I would like to actually get some sleep tonight." 

She starts walking back to the car, and he follows her after a minute, but she notices that he keeps looking back at the forest, at the clearing. 


The second time it happens, a week later, she comes to a lot quicker. There’s no doubt, and there’s definitely no touching although there is a lot of groaning (from Lydia).  

"I think I found something,” he says, pacing the floor of her room. She glances at him skeptically, but she knows he’s not going away anytime soon, so she makes him look away, slips on acceptable clothing, and wordlessly walks to the car. 

“Let’s go,” she calls up to him. He’s still standing in her room, as if in a daze. He snaps too, and almost jumps following her to the car. 

The weird flickering street lamp turns out to be just that, a weird flickering street lamp. She tries not to notice the obvious disappointment that’s so clearly written all over his face. Why would he be disappointed? She puts that in the category of things to be dealt with later. She’s been doing that a lot these days. 


The third through tenth time he comes, she starts to get annoyed. He’s getting more desperate now, she can tell, even if she doesn’t understand why. 

It’s the flicker of the possibility of the supernatural that he overhears from his father’s walky talky one night (or many nights), or the weird behavior that their English teacher is exhibiting during class (“because you can never be too careful after what happened last time, can you Lydia?”).  Each time he’s more panicked, more frantic.  Each time he needs it to be real; she can sense that, even if she can’t sense anything supernatural anywhere he takes her.  


The fourteenth time it happens, she finally asks him.  

“Why Stiles?” she asks, after the leave another failure, a grocery store, where the people going in and out of the back room just a little too much in Stiles’ opinion.  The worst of it?  Spoiled milk. Which is nasty, Lydia thought mentally, but not supernasty (she’s been spending too much time with Stiles to think of a lame ass pun like that), “Why do you keep dragging me all over Beacon Hills?”  They get in his car, and he starts driving.  Right hand on the wheel, left on his left knee, taping, right leg shaking up and down.  

“I don’t know,” he mumbles, and Lydia shoots him a scathing look, “I don’t!” he screams in her face, and he looks immediately taken aback, “I don’t,” he says quietly, and it looks like he’s given up, “It’s just…we’ve been through so much.  One supernatural threat after another for the last four years and all of a sudden everything’s all well and dandy.  Well I don’t buy it Lydia!  Everything’s not well and dandy and you can’t tell me that there’s not another supernatural threat out there, waiting to attack us!  You can’t!”

“You’re right,” Lydia says quietly.  He looks at her, shocked, as if he never expected her to agree with it, “We have been though a lot, and there’s nothing wrong with being vigilant.  But…”

“But what?” Stiles says quickly, almost snapping but not quite.  

“But, Stiles, sometimes seeing patterns when they’re not there is not a good thing,” she says, as gently as she can.  

“So what, you think I’m crazy?” he says, definitely snapping this time.  Lydia licks her lips, takes a deep breath.  

“No,” she says, slowly, carefully, “I think you’re scared.”

“Scared?” he replies, not looking at her face, not meeting her eyes.  

“Sometimes the future is less scary than the supernatural,” Lydia says, giving him a meaningful look. They’re in Lydia’s driveway by this point, stopped, but the engine’s still running, the only break in the silence that forms.  Lydia knows Stiles doesn’t want to talk to anyone about this, much less her, so she does the only thing she knows she can do, leaves.

“Goodnight, Stiles” she says, slamming the car door behind her.


Lydia talks to Scott and Malia the very next day.

“Stiles has been coming to visit me almost every night,” she blurts out.  Scott’s eyebrows raise, and a slow grin starts to form on his face.  

“Well, Lydia, I can’t say this is unexpected,” he starts but Lydia cuts him off.

“Not like that,” she whispers forcefully, hitting him on the arm, not enough to hurt, but enough to know that she’s annoyed, “He’s been dragging my ass out of bed to look at things he think are supernatural every night for the past two weeks!”  Scott groans.  

“I know,” Scott says, and Lydia shoots him a patented Lydia glare.

“You know?” she growls.

“Who do you think he came to before you?” Scott asks, and Lydia feels a pain of guilt that she wasn’t his first choice, but she suppresses it before she can even fully register it, “I said no, of course, and since I’m not exactly a beacon of the supernatural myself, he wasn’t too interested in me.  I think he actually just stopped by on his way to your house,” and he says this as if he knows about the pain in her stomach that just dissipated when he spoke.  

“What do I do about it?” she asks desperately.  Malia, who had been unusually quiet, spoke up.

“Have you found anything supernatural?” she asks.  

“No, of course not,” Lydia shakes her head.  

“What if…you did,” Malia said, “Not anything serious or ‘end of the world’ variety like we usually deal with, but something small,” she adds quickly.  

“A small supernatural problem?” Lydia snorts, “Malia that’s…not actually half bad,” Lydia considers thoughtfully.  

“No way,” Scott says instantly, “There’s no way I’m tricking Stiles.”

“You won’t be,” Lydia says, “I will.”


He comes the next night, just like he has all the others.  There’s a little more spring in her step as he leads her to tonight’s destination…the hospital.  

He leads her to an empty room.  

“They were treating a girl in here,” he says, “They recovered her from a lake.  She almost drowned…but somehow she didn’t.  It was a miracle.”  The word “miracle” sounds like a disease when he speaks it and she looks at him.

“So what do you think it is?” she asks, “Mermaids?  Sirens?” It’s a joking that Lydia’s not used to making, but she’s trying to get rid of the permanent frown that has taken up residence on his face.

“Maybe,” he says quietly. Lydia moves over to bed, smoothing it down before taking a seat.  She closes her eyes.  She frowns. She can hear Stiles’ breathing get faster.

“What?” he asks sharply, “Lydia what?  What it is? What do you feel?”

“I don’t know,” she says, her eyes still closed, “But I think that there definitely could be something here.”

“Bullshit,” Stiles says, and then mimics her, “’I think that there definitely could be something here’. Bullshit, Lydia.”  Lydia’s eyes shoot open the first time he says bullshit, and she licks her lips.  She’s trying to find the words, to say “no I’m telling the truth” but she doesn’t want to lie to him and she’s sure it’s written all over her face.  

“I’m sorry,” she says. She looks down, opens her mouth, but he cuts her off again.

“Fuck Lydia,” he says, “You don’t have to pretend to spare my feelings okay?  I’m not some kid, okay?”

“Stiles-“ she starts.

“You know how I knew you were lying?” he’s yelling now, and it hurts, but she’s a big girl, and she can sit there and take it, “Because it only took you five fucking seconds to come to a conclusion.  If you thought there was something there, you would sit there and make sure because you wouldn’t want to play me like that.  Because you’d want to be sure because you’re always so careful and meticulous about things like this.  So next time you try to screw me over, at least make it convincing!” She stares at the ground.  She doesn’t know what to say.  Finally, she looks up and all the anger has disappeared from his body.  Now, he just looks sad.  

“Stiles-“ she starts again, but he cuts her off.

“C’mon let’s just go,” he says.  They don’t talk the whole ride home.  Lydia was sure that he was going to leave her there in the hospital for a moment there, but he didn’t.  And he wouldn’t, a little voice in her brain says.

His driving habits are the way they usually are, right hand on the wheel, left on his left knee, taping, his right leg shaking and Lydia wonders how many other people notice his driving habits.  Or how many other people know about her habits as well as Stiles.  

Sometimes she wondered if anybody else knows her as well as Stiles does.  But tonight, she knows that he does.  


He leaves her alone for a week after that, but he eventually comes back for the sixteenth time.  

“Lydia,” he says, but this time his voice sounds different.  She resists opening her eyes for as long as possible.  

“What are you, the boy who cried supernatural?” she replies, trying to sound annoyed, but she can’t resist smiling.  She can almost see his face crinkling up to a smile, and sure enough, when she opens her eyes, it’s there.

“Something like that,” he says, almost wistfully.

“Stiles,” she says quietly, “I’m sorry I lied to you.”  The last week, they’d been speaking less and she knew it was because of this sudden weight that had come between them because of last week.  And she missed him.  It surprised her how much at first.  When she walked into school and he didn’t meet her the first day that feeling in the depth of her stomach had returned and taken up permanent residence there.

“I know,” he said, “And I know you did it for the right reason, but Lydia,” she looks at him and he looks at her, “Don’t ever lie to me about this again.  Please Lydia-“ and his voice is desperate now, just like it’s been desperate for the last two weeks, there’s been too much desperate lately, and Lydia is sick of it.

“I won’t,” she promises and he looks at her and he knows that she believes him.  Then the silence hangs there for a minute.  

“Let’s go.”  And she gets up out of bed this time without protesting because she knows he needs this, and she’s here for him, she will always be here for him.  

Because this is their little routine right now, they’re Stiles and Lydia, he’s the human who shouldn’t know better but does, that human who always figured it out, the one who is attracted to the supernatural, and she’s the supernatural.

So they go off into the night, like vigilantes, the boy and the banshee, the girl and the boy who cried supernatural, saving the world from a threat that doesn’t exist.  

Lets talk about this scene right here.

1) Satine was allowed into a Jedi’s funeral, something which is usually only open to other fellow Jedi and very close, known personal relations (Padme). Like how did she manage that. 

2) Someone had to go to Satine and tell her that Obi-wan had passed. I’m guessing it was Anakin or Padme because those were the only two who knew of the attachment between Satine and Obi-wan. Can you imagine how hard that must have been on Satine. The love of her life had just died, and she never got to say goodbye of anything, he just died out of the blue. 

3) She. Is. Crying. Everyone else around her seems so calm and collected. She might be used to death, but she isn’t used to someone so close to her dying. 

4) Obi-wan didn’t think of the pain his death would cause to her. She probably didn’t even cross his mind when he was making this plan. 

5) How does she find out that Obi-wan is alive? Does someone tell her, or does he?

6) She is looking at his body and then turns away, as if the pain of seeing him, just lying there with a sheet over him is too much to bear.

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look, victor can miss skating and still feel confident that leaving the competitive circle was the right decision and the best thing for him!! i left swimming in the middle of a season where i had a chance to make it big, i have never once stopped missing it and wondering what i could have done if i hadn’t quit, but i also know that my decision was absolutely the right one based on circumstances at the time and i was happier because i didn’t keep swimming. i’d make the same decision all over again even if i miss competing. the emotions can exist at once. i don’t even think victor misses it that much–he’s flat-out told us that skating competitively held back his own ability to enjoy life–but it is wholly human for him still to love the sport and the feeling of the ice even if he’s happy to be done competing.

he’s not off the ice. he still choreographs. he still gets on the ice itself to coach yuuri. hell, he can probably still perform at exhibitions like a lot of retired skaters do if he really wants to. but retiring from competition was right for him, and even if it feels bittersweet, he doesn’t regret it and wouldn’t go back on it.

I said it once and I’ll say it again.

The writers have been backtracking Rucas probably since they realised that they might not get another season. It’s so obvious that they never meant for Rucas to be the endgame and they thought they had at least another season and a half to show that. 

Instead they are cutting out every Rucas scene that seems to signal that they are in a relationship so when they do break them up in the last episode it wont seem like a shock or that much of a big deal because lets be honest there hasnt been any relationship progression from Rucas since they became official. They were probably going to use season 4 to give closure if they kept those scenes in and show how Riley and Lucas are okay with not being together because they are meant to be with other people i.e. why they dont even cut out any riarkle or lucaya scenes.

mmmmm another thing ive been thinking about a lot 

gaara grew up believing that his sole reason to live was killing. even though he was just a fucked up traumatized kid who can’t really be held responsible, the guilt he probably faces over people he killed must be immense. i’d go so far as to say that this guilt is probably the biggest thing motivating him. there’s no way he can forgive himself for his actions, so he spends the rest of his life trying to atone by becoming the kazekage, and making sure what happened to him never happens again. i dont think he becomes kazekage out of love for the sand village, but out of a sense of duty and responsibility- like being kazekage is the only way he can somewhat repair what he’d done. 

he probably hides these feelings from temari and kankuro as well. after what he’d put them through, there’s no way he could try to go to them for advice or comfort. even when they forgive him and stop fearing him, there’s no way gaara could forgive himself. he might even think that if he brought this up to them, they’d remember everything he’d done and start hating him as much as he hate’s himself. so he hides his emotions and pretends like nothings wrong, and throws himself into his work.

the only person he can sort of confide in is naruto, bc even though he hates to admit it, naruto sometimes feels guilty about carrying the ninetails, which hurt so many people he cares about. but unlike gaara, naruto always believed he was worthy of love. even when he was shunned by the village and bullied, he knew that the way he was treated wasn’t right. naruto knew he deserved better, which is the only reason he’s ever been able to reach out for help. gaara, on the other hand, feels undeserving of love. on some level, he feels that the sand village’s fear and hatred of him is justified. he feels guilty just wanting to be someone’s friend. when naruto first says i love you to gaara, gaara is so incredibly happy, but also so so terrified -he thinks that somehow manipulated naruto into saying that, that he doesn’t deserve naruto’s love or kindness

that anon ask i got the other day really got me thinking…

is there really a sam out there that thinks that i am stealing from them? if so, please show yourself and confront me. i haven’t stolen from any sam. while im sure every sam is great in their own right, i didn’t get headcanons or muse from your headcanons. honestly, i haven’t even looked into any other sams blog that much. i tend to focus on the sam i roleplay because i’m not too concerned with other people roleplaying the same muse as me. i definitely don't try to steal their portrayals. i roleplay and headcanon sam the way I SEE HIM if we have similar views its probably because we’re roleplaying the same muse… but please never accuse me of stealing because of it. honestly its one of the most insulting things ever. you’re insulting my creativity and saying that unless i steal from someone else i can’t create good headcanons which isn’t the case. i have been roleplaying for a long time, not always on this site or in public - sometimes its just with friends over the little instant messengers but i have spent a long time writing and developing my muse for sam and to be told that !!!!MY!!!! headcanons are stolen from someone else really upsets me. so yes, if you are a sam muse and you feel as though i’ve stolen from you come talk to me. i’m easy to talk to i think! i’m not mean… just please stop assuming the goddamn worst because thats not the case.

He Was

Author: Zoe

Word Count: 803

Trigger Warning: Death, period typical racisim (which no one important condones don’t worry pals)

He said each word like a note. Sentences were songs. Paragraphs were symphonies.

You were entranced by them.

You were entranced with the words. Not the man who spoke them.


Not after what he did.

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like ive seen a few things with keith/lance running to each other in the aftermath of a battle that was way too close for comfort to engage in the You’re Alive Kiss™ and dont get me wrong i am ALL ABOUT THAT but do you know what gets me more?? DESPERATE HUGS

like maybe around the time when theyre dancing over the line of ‘yeah we’re definitely friends at this point but i am never going to admit it’ keith does something stupid and reckless and nearly gets himself killed (again ffs) and it was too c l o s e this time and when they get out of their lions everyones rushing over to each other to check and keith just gets the wind knocked out of him because suddenly lance is there and he’s??? hugging him?? so tight he cant breathe and its one of those hugs thats more just a desperate need to feel the person and confirm that theyre there and alive and keith is so confused bc what??? but lance probably doesnt even think as much of it bc he is a v. physical person and a Hugger and u cant convince me otherwise but he definitely feels SOMETHING that he doesnt acknowledge bc denial isn’t just a river in egypt. but then lance pulls away and hes just like ‘DUDE wtf you cant DO shit like that??? dont DIE??? how am i supposed to prove im better than u if youre not around for me to beat??’ like trying to play it off and expecting keith to rise to the bait but keith is still kind of dazed from the hug and is also rly fukin gay and misses the hug honestly but hes not about to say that but hes just like 'yeah. yeah sure whatever.’

and then they both get awkward and dont talk about it and lance accidentally puts his hand in his food at dinner that night bc he was distracted staring and pidge is s u f f e r i n g

cleaning out my bathroom and finally going thru all the drawers full of make up i bought when i was still into that and most of it is foundation that never worked for me (i probably spent thousands on different foundations in the span of a year trying to find what would actually work) and now it’s just too old to even give away or anything but it stills feels like throwing money in the trash

i am such a got damn packrat whenever anyone in the house is getting rid of anything half the time it ends up mine. my sister had a pile of dice she didnt want so i took them. why? i have no idea. i like dice and i have an inexplicable desire to hoard all of them. if someone doesnt want a book i claim it even if i have no interest in it and will probably never read it im just a tiny dragon sitting on a pile of garbage

i’m in this weird age category that’s just miscellaneous non-children and non-seniors, i don’t even qualify as middle-aged yet. i’m gnc but not in a young fun edgy way, just in a kind of shapeless, genuinely sexually ambiguous way

every time i cut my hair short or put on a big sweatshirt it’s this revelation for me- this is how i’m meant to look, i actually like the way this makes me look!- but in the eyes of the rest of the world this amazing revelation makes me invisible and sexless, unimportant, worthless. probably dirty. “she’s let herself go.” un-woman

what’s so bad about how i look? i’ve spent my whole fucking life trying to look the way i thought i was supposed to, wearing clothes that didn’t fit right and made me hot and uncomfortable, that made me feel exposed, ruining my skin with makeup i didn’t even care to know how to apply properly, and it didn’t save me from assault or poverty or mental illness

i’d like to be in better shape now but apart from that i’m comfortable, i like the way i dress, i love keeping my hair short and i like the way my face looks without makeup on it, why is it so fucking bad to be comfortable? why can men have this but not me?

i wish i had just gotten one more year, if only i hadn’t told her i was gay (she awkwardly pronounced it “a change in gender identity”), i wish i had had more time to sort myself out, now it’s just constant fear and desperation and failure after failure after failure

Reasons why Ryan Ross is an adorable piece of shit

1. All his pets and cats and dogs n’ stuff. He loves animals so much like I don’t even know how many cats he has its so cute like what???

2. um can we talk about his voice like have you heard him laugh like it’s so damn cute and dONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE SINGING HE IS THE VOICE OF EVERYTHING PURE AND GOOD IN THIS WORLD

3. His smile His smile I repeat, his goddamn smile. And like the way he’ll lick his lips sometimes before he smiles Like its so cute when he looks happy hnnng I just wanna hug him

4. His hands are really really nice like holy fuck he should probably strangle me kinda nice

5. Can we talk about the beard thing going on currently? Pls I am desperate

6. He is such a hippy flower child at heart and he’s never growing out of that like he is so sunshiney and smiley an like just rly a d o r a b l e

7. Okay so I know we all think of him as our son and I worry if he’s eaten his veggies today or if he’s hydrated enough but like I think sometimes we over look how much of a lyrical genius he is like his words are some of the deepest shit I’ve ever heard and they’re really catchy to like tell me your secrets pls

8. How he likes the Beatles so much like they’re his favorite band and he fangirls over them so hard like he would drink their spit it’s precious he needs to be protected


10. The way he looks shorter than he is??? Like is that only me idk but I swear he looks shorter than 5'11" idk he just looks smol


12. How he can look amazing in literally any hairstyle like he’s done everything from hippy flower child to edgy emo cabaret thing and it sTILL LOOKS AMAZING

There’s so many more things but he is the cutest person alive like I JUST WANT TO HUG HIM FOREVER I LOVE HIM SO MUCH FIGHT ME

tbh even if these four are no longer part of seventeen, they still trained with them in the past and will always hold a special place in our hearts. They all went through the same experiences, hardships, and laughters as the members who have successfully debuted. Though they have left the group, they are always going to be a part of the group and even after ten years later, our minds will still remember the past members. Their departure wasn’t inevitable―it took us all by surprise. But things happen, right? I guess what I’m trying to say is that since seventeen successfully debuted and beginning their journey, we should never forget Samuel, Dongjin, Doyoon, and Mingming. A lot of us probably misses these four and perhaps the other members as well but there’s nothing we can do than wish for the best, support seventeen, and love these four boys as well! Years later, when seventeen becomes one of the biggest boy-bands out there, we’ll still be reminded of these four and smile.

Be kind to everyone because you never know. This lady came up to my drive thru looking sick and asked if I would heat up her oatmeal because she had to eat it right now. I did and brought it out to her with a cup of water. She started crying and said thank you. I went about my day not thinking about it. About an hour later, this man came in and asked of he could speak to me out in the lobby so naturally I thought I did something wrong. He told me that lady was his wife and she was going into diabetic shock. He began crying when he told me I probably saved her life. I didn’t know what to say when he reached out and hugged me. He handed me a thank you card and told me that I deserve everything good in the world and he’s going to tell everyone he knows how great I am and to visit my restaurant. We got busy right when he left so I didn’t read the card until just now. There was a $100 gift card in there and I don’t know what to do. He wrote that he wishes he could give me more because by doing what I did I gave him everything. I’m speechless.

Stranger Things

So this series completely snuck up on me. I had only seen the trailer, and even then, I had been busy doing something else while it was playing. Being vaguely interested, I watched the first episode hoping to kill some time on a rainy day. 8 hours later I had finished the entire season, and was left wanting to do nothing but watch it all over again. 

The show undoubtedly has a few faults, but I only gave them a thought after the credits had already begun to roll. Every second of the show pulled me into the world and engaged me as a viewer. Saying that, there were parts of the show that made it better than a simple nostalgic exercise (some spoilers ahead…):

  1. First, the music. Yes, the opening theme is spellbinding, and I love it, but what makes the music so awesome is its use within the story. To me, there was never a moment when the score felt out of place. Every tone or sensations was elevated, whether it was with a creepy synthetic beat, with a quiet melody, with the insertion of a classic song, or even with near silence. 
  2. Next, the way in which the supporting cast being fleshed out made everything seem realistic, even in a world where there’s a gateway to an alternate dimension (I think?) in the woods by their houses. There were some minor missteps along the way, but for the vast majority of the show, each character acted in ways that not only made sense, but also in ways that I could see myself acting in their situations. A mother trying to keep herself grounded in reality. A young outcast not knowing who to trust or how to accept the offer of friendship. A bright eyed young girl struggling to balance what she wants and what others want from her. They all materialize in front of me as real people. 
  3. The boys. Mike is by far the centre of attention out of the three (what with his interactions with Eleven and all that), but when all of them are together, or interacting with each other, they make fascinating things happen on screen. They’re child actors but they were funny, witty, and a delight to see on camera. Every interaction between them was realistic and seemed like a conversation I might have had with my own friends when I was 12. 
  4. Finally, Millie Brown’s portrayal of El really made the show for me. She was always soft-spoken and nervous, but she commanded the attention of the camera and became the focus of every scene she was in. While much of that has to do with the writing of her character, I find it incredible that I can be as enthralled by a character when she is flipping a van with her mind as I am when she is huddled with her hands around her knees being wracked by fear and painful memories (or just eating some Eggos). She made me want to crush anyone that had ever hurt her, while also making me realize that she could do that herself. I mentioned in the previous point that the boys did extremely well despite being young, but Millie seemed like she had been working in the business for decades. Silence allowed for her eyes to show vulnerability, terror, relief, pain, and even at times an eerie malevolence. All I know is that I’m ready for this girl to take on some big projects in the future (hopefully more excellent seasons with El).

I may get excited over too many things, but if the next season continues the intrigue and carries the feeling of these episodes, then I cannot wait to see where the series goes next. 

to anyone who will ever love her as i do

1. i thought i hated roaches, but she hates them more. you’re going to have to be the one who kills them
2. some nights will be really bad, she will cry and cry and cry. kiss her, kiss her on her lips, kiss her like its the last time. kiss her enough to make her start moaning. wipe her tears, kiss her forehead, and hold her until she can breathe again. dont you dare give up on her, so many people have before
3. dont ever not allow her to wear her red lipstick, she loves it probably more than she loves you. let her wear it even if it means you have to wash it off everytime you kisss
4. tell her she’s beautiful and tell her hourly, tell her how beautiful she is always, never miss out on an oppurtunity to tell her
5. she hates mornings, she wont get out of bed until absolutely necessary and you should set out her clothes if you have to go somewhere. put them next to her on the bed
7. she loves cuddling, be the big spoon.
8. let her catch you looking at her, she’ll get this beautiful smile that will light your world and maybe she’ll start seeing how stunning she is
9. buy her undies, not “panties” (she hates that word), i promise she will wear them and show them off like you couldnt believe
10. shes a sucker for moaning
11. touch her, not only inappropriately, but hold her face, especially when kissing, shes a sucker for that too
12. do not let her go, once shes gone you’re going to miss the little things that you start to notice. shes been hurt too many times and she deserves someone who wont leave ever. if you leave her, do not ever come back. do not torture her.
13. kiss her scars, tell her how proud you are that shes still clean, and if she relapses, tell her that its okay and that you’re still proud shes made it this far
14. if her smile alone doesnt give you butterflies, you arent in love with her

shes so amazing please dont take her for granted, she’ll take care of you when you need it. cherish her, please

—  My love

hiiiiiiiii everyone now that it’s december i’ve got a tradition to comply by so here we go

special mentions:

@boyfriendsofficial: ANA MY LOVE!!! you are the most special bean in the entire world and i love talking to you you are beautiful and kind and hilarious & since you put me first in your ff its only fair that i put you first in this one really (but i probably would have done it anyway tbh because as stated above u r the specialest nd i love u very much a lot)

and to the rest of the group chat squad (do we even have a name yet i aint even sure): @adidasboner @asstathoe @daggerslouis @darklarries @louisismighty @memeharry @orharry @slytherineleanor @snowkink @twinkflames 

@lovelynovae: emilee i miss you a lot ok how do we manage to live two houses down from each other and never hang out??? nevertheless even though we dont see each other often im always rooting for you and im always going to support you and love you bc you deserve it and youre wonderful

@kidchouette: abby you are such a sweetheart and you are so amazing and i would probably kill a man for your gpa i love youuu

@animeghostboy: K10 not a day goes by that i dont miss u with all my heart and im patiently awaiting the day that we rule the world together

@pure-unadulterated-funk: rachel. the left brain to my right brain. the french horn to my oboe. other generally nerdy sentiments. ilysm 

@thebiggestdorkintheworld: jared u r a beacon of talent and the epitome of cuteness and ily very very much

(the last 5 blogs of that are people i know irl so this is an additional thank you to all of you for knowing about this overly embarrassing blog and still choosing to associate w me)

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30 Day Gemsona Challenge: Day 3- Background

I can’t believe I’m gonna be late for this one!!!!!! ah well. I actually had 2 more pictures that I wanted to include in this section but I couldn’t get them colored in time so I’ll probably post them tomorrow…

ANYWAY are you ready to literally read an entire essay about Pecto because he has like The Most developed background and I’m gonna tell you all of it.

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