but just look at them and tell me you don't see it

Headcanon that Yurio tries to cook pirozhki bc he wants to give them to his grandpa but fails numerous time and it’s getting pretty stressed about it when Otabek calls him to hang out, Yurio accepts bc at least he’ll be away from the kitchen and all the failures. While they’re hanging out Otabek notices Yurio is more angry than usual and asks him what’s going on, Yurio says it’s none of his business so Otabek it’s just like “…okay” and decides to just leave it like that. He knows that Yurio will tell him when he’s ready. So after a couple hours Yurio opens up and tells Otabek about the kitchen situation. Otabek just goes “uhm, i see” but that’s all of it. Until the next morning, when he randomly appears in front of Yurio’s door with bags of ingredients and when Yurio’s about to close the door in his face, he asks why did he even bother to come so Otabek says “it looked like it was pretty important for you, besides, i seem to have more patience for this stuff than you” and Yurio’s scolding himself in his mind and using all his self control not to kick him right in the face, but he leaves Otabek in and they start reading a bunch of recipes online while Yurio’s trying to remember the way his grandpa did them. It took them a couple tries and many frustrated rants from Yurio but after a whole day in the kitchen they made a pretty good imitation of Yurio’s Grandpa’s Pirozhki. “These are really good, Yuri” “I know, right? But they’re not as good as my grandpa’s!! Just wait until you try them!” “Are you inviting me to Moscow?” “Uh—”

I don’t want to fall in love. I don’t want to break my heart like fragile glass upon the words that they tell me. I don’t want to fall in love. But now there’s this ache that I can’t exactly explain because although I don’t want to fall in love, I want to fall in love with you. I want to watch the color of your eyes change as the sky does, I want to watch them shift from that fantastic green to the glittering gold that lies just below them. I want to see you smile and make your stupid jokes that aren’t funny but always make me laugh, I want to see the red in your cheeks rise with emotion. I want to feel your hair that is like burnished gold personified. When I heard your voice when you were about to go to sleep I felt something dangerous because I know I wouldn’t exactly mind falling asleep next to you. When I look at you I feel something dangerous because I know that if we were to sit in front of the most beautiful sunset that man had ever seen, my eyes would still be on you. I want to know what makes you tick and what makes you smile, I want to know your favorite movie and if you prefer oceans to forests or vice versa. I want you to be happy. When you don’t seem happy like you always do, I feel something dangerous, because I want so dearly to give you something that’d make you so. And that’s the most dangerous thing of all. Because although I don’t want to fall in love, I want that something to be me.
—  a.p. (10.6.16) I don’t want to fall in love, I want to fall in love with you

I don’t get why people want Sam and Dean to have a healthier relationship. If I wanted to watch a show about healthy family relationships I’d go watch the Waltons or something. Let me see the Winchesters so tangled up in each other that they don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong. I want them off kilter and unpredictable. I want to see them dangerous and scarred and on the run, not sitting at home making friends and having fucking brunch, you know?

I just feel that making the Winchesters more “healthy” or well adjusted would be such a fuck up. They’ve lived a life full of trauma, they went to hell, they’ve seen everyone they love die. You want to diminish all that? After the life they’ve been through, there’d be nothing more uncharacteristic than to be be well adjusted.

I’d never even thought about how Wu probably felt when he heard the Ninja found his scroll about the Green Ninja.

In the first episode of the Devourer’s season, the Ninja happen to find the scroll telling about the prophecy of the Green Ninja. The Chosen One.
And then they start competing to find out who it will be.
It divides them, you can tell by how they’re more cocky and shoot small insults at each other about their abilities. 

Wu walks out to see the training course on fire, and from the sounds the ninja were making before, he knows they must have been fighting. By the looks of the course, and the fact that the ninja are wearing sparing armor, they were fighting each other.
“What were you thinking?!” He screams. And he’s clearly upset. His students disobeyed him, not to mention fighting one another.
But after Jay tells him they were “trying to see who the Green Ninja is”, his anger completely drains away from his voice. And he turns away from the Ninja, saying “you were not supposed to see this”.
Kai questions him further, saying “but sensei, we wanna know. Which one of us is the chosen one?”
Wu doesn’t look to them but he snaps at the four in an irritated tone, “None of you! Not unless you unlock your full potential.”

He wants to make it clear to his students that “none of them are near the level of what it takes to be the green ninja”. And then, as the scene fades to black, Wu closes his eyes and looks down

You could say I was looking into things a bit too deep, until you realize…

What happened to the last student Wu had who thought they could be the Green Ninja?

Can you imagine how Wu must feel, knowing that his new students, who he holds dear to his heart, know about this. They have the same knowledge and determination to become the chosen one- to be someone great- as Morro.

He never wanted them to know about the green ninja until he was certain they learned patience and mastered their powers. Until he was certain that they wouldn’t get ahead of themselves to try and become something they may not be. Because he’s scared of what they’ll try to do.
Because the last student he had literally tried so hard to become the chosen one that he died.
And Wu doesn’t want to hold that guilt and loss again.

you don’t understand how much i love pta/dad sans

  • first day of school and sans walks frisk to the bus, all the while telling frisk to be polite and kind to their teachers and peers, and be sure to eat their carefully made lunch that toriel prepared for them (and he’s fluffing up their tutu so they look their best).  “linda” and her children walk up and says how pretty sans daughter looks in her tutu, and sans snaps his head up, eye sockets completely blacked out, looks linda dead in the eyes and says, “excuse me? human let me get something clear to you”.  frisk is muttering, “dad NOT TODAY PLEASE, THEY DIDN’T KNOW, STOP”. 
  • sans going to frisks school bake sale, and sees “linda” put down a tray of brownies with peanuts in them; he then smacks it off the table and is like, “ you’re really kind of a freak, huh?” linda just stares in shock and sans ‘whisper yells’, “SHAWN HAS A NUT ALLERGY, ARE YOU THAT DENSE
  • frisk comes home with a black eye from school and walks behind sans so he doesn’t see.  but sans doesn’t mess around and catches frisk in the act, “who did this to you”. frisk refuses to answer and sans pinches the space between his eyes and says, “it’s ‘linda’s’ kid isn’t it”. frisk mentions it’s because sans ruined his chances of making into little league and he took it out on them and sans yellow and blue eye flares up, “THE KID IS FAILING HIS MATH CLASS, I JUST POINTED IT OUT AT THE PTA MEETING LAST FRIDAY. ‘LINDA’ SHOULD KNOW BETTER THAN TO CHEAT HER SON INTO LITTLE LEAGUE.  SHE SHOULD BE THANKFUL I’M RAISING HER PUNK @$$ KIDS RIGHT“ papyrus rushes in and tells sans to put in 5 dollars into the overflowing swear jar. sans begrudgingly shoves in a twenty instead.

Originally posted by shaffylovespudding

life after the underground for sans is like a permanent mercy run, but with linda and her two kids being their ‘really-kind-but-does-the-worst-possible-things-to-get-under-sans-skin-’neighbors.  (bah dum tiss)

also the pta sans thing is a creation of bedsafely i believe??? so yeah, credits to them, i’m just sitting here just ENJOYING it all omfg


I very much love Garcia Flynn. Definitely too much. We don’t deserve a character so complex and tragic. But also yes I do. Give me more. I earned this. I’ve sat through so many black and white characters. Give me all those shades of gray.

As for the group picture near the end, you know I’m on the Lucy is Flynn’s wife train. All aboard. I will hold out for this until they blatantly tell me no. Probably not even then really. And if it isn’t true, boy, do I have enough observations and theories to make a kickin AU.

Sometimes I wonder if you think about me the way I think about you.
When you see a certain road sign, do you think about the way to get to my house?
When you see a certain shirt you think of me because it would be something I liked?
When you see the things I loved, do you feel a twinge of love for them too, because they were a part of me?
Do you wonder what class I’m in?
What I’m doing?
Where I’m at?
What I’m thinking?
Do you look forward to seeing me in the halls, if it’s just for a few seconds?
Do you wonder if we’ve been in the same places?
When you’re out somewhere, do you play the scenario in your head of “what if she walked in?”
Do you still see my face when we had our first kiss when you close your eyes at night?
Can you hear my voice telling you I loved you?
Am I somehow in everything you do, everyday?
Do you think about me the way I think about you?
Or do you just never think of me at all?
—  {via cheerupsavvy}

They’re uncomfortable. They hurt. They restrict breathing. They reshape your ribs. Sometimes they’re hard to conceal under clothing. Most of the time you wish you didn’t have to wear one.
But they also diminish dysphoria. They give us peace of mind. They allow us to see that it is possible to have a chest we want to see, even if it’s not perfect. They urge us to keep going forward in our transition. To start T or to save up for top surgery or to work out to have a nicer looking chest. They give us hope.

So when people tell transguys to “just take it off” after we’ve told them that our binder is bothering us, we frown or cringe, or flat out say, “no” or, “you don’t understand”. The next time someone who doesn’t get it tells you to take your binder off because it’s uncomfortable, show them this post. They probably still won’t get it completely, but at least they’ll have some idea of why we have to leave it on.

anonymous asked:

Rereading The Phoenix today for the millionth time (I read in on a weekly basis, it's a fucking masterpiece!) I was wondering which was your favorite- or one of your favorite- moment to write? (Personally, I think you've set a bar for not just Bratva but fics in general but I'm curious about you as a writer)

Oh boy!  This is not an easy question to think about.

I love The Phoenix down to my DNA strand. From their first meeting to their first time, from Oliver stroking her spine and Felicity stroking his hair, everything! I mean I cannot look at mirrors or see солнышко without getting assaulted with feels. Since those were my own additions, I loved every moment that included them. 

Plot wise, though, one of my absolute favorite moments to write was this (under the cut). It was because at this point, I had an immense challenge of making the reader root for Oliver and Felicity fall in love with him. This is a moment where they have to live under a roof - a man who has a good heart but is vehemently (and rightly) hated by the woman he loves more than anything in the world, and a woman who hates herself for still wanting a man she hates. In this moment, Felicity is so strong and Oliver (though the reader didn’t know it but I did which made it so much more challenging to write) is getting his heart ripped because she tells him there’s no hope for them. 

I swear I loved writing this moment, for the sheer poignancy and potential and the complete “where do they even go from here?” and god I loved writing this!

The sunlight was filtering into the room, the bright light making his jaw look scruffier, his eyes look bluer, every expression on Oliver’s face crystal clear as she turned to him.

“Thank you, for your help,” Oliver said quietly, nodding to her.

She tilted her head and considered him for a moment. “Did Diggle hit you over the head or something?”

Oliver’s brow furrowed and she explained. “You just said ‘Thank you.’ And you sent Diggle with a ‘Please’. It’s suspicious.”

Oliver rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling, before looking at her, no, gazing at her. And it was not helping her traitorous body any. 

“You were great right now. I’m constantly amazed by your intelligence. It’s a little intimidating, to be honest.”

Felicity’s jaw dropped. “Okay. Who are you and what have you done with my husband?”

She saw his breath hitch at the word, his eyes darkening. Her heart pounded and she opened her mouth to backtrack when he shook his head.

“Don’t,” he whispered.

The following silence between them was loaded. She swallowed, not understanding him, out of her depth, and it was scaring her. “What are trying to do, Oliver?”

“What do you mean?”

Aggravated, she spread her hands, letting the words flow animatedly. “I don’t know what your game is here. Ever since I’ve come to live at this house, you have been polite, courteous and pretending to care about what I actually do. You ask me about my day every night, you don’t try to manhandle me, you keep your space. You give me the most amazing office at home, thank you for that by the way, and just now you go on in front of strangers about respecting me?”

Her voice had turned incredulous by that point. His face had closed up, become the stoic mask she was familiar with, only the tic in his tight jaw telling her that the words were getting to him. But she didn’t care. She had waited years to let it out, and she was on a roll, the emotions inside her bursting after being suppressed for too long. 

“Isabel Rochev may have deserved the warning but she was right about one thing. Since when do you care? Because no matter what you tell people, I know you sure as hell don’t care for me, and you sure as hell don’t respect me. You need my help in business, cool. But don’t pretend behind closed doors, okay? It’ll just make living with you harder than it already is.”

Oliver’s eyes closed and he breathed in, before opening his eyes, and looking straight back at her. The intensity of his emotions staggered her, made her pause. He took a few steps, closing the distance between them, and raised a hand slowly, cupping her cheek in his hand, softly touching her skin, the turmoil in his gaze touching a chord inside her. But she ignored it. Until he opened his mouth.

“I’m sorry, солнышко, for hurting you so much.”

Felicity clenched her eyes shut, blocking the words out of her ears. No. No. NO!

He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t give her that one line and worm his way into her heart. She forced herself to remember how she had felt standing outside that door three years ago, forced herself to remember how her insides had rebelled and her mind had begged for escape, forced herself to remember how he had killed something inside her.

A small, errant tear escaped her closed eyes before she could stop it. His hand moved, catching the tear, unaware of the battle she was waging inside her. And then, for the first time in so, so long, she felt his soft lips on her skin, sipping away her teardrop, kissing her eyes softly, his scruff rubbing against her face, his male scent surrounding her. Another tear escaped and he kissed it too. Her heart clenched. Her mouth trembled, her need for him, her hate for him, her rage for him, all over-powering her, consuming her.

She brought her hands up to his chest and pushed him away, opening her eyes, hardening her heart to his soft, beautiful face, taking a step away from his temptation.

“You did not hurt me, Oliver,” she spoke, her voice trembling with her unshed tears, hoarse with the need to weep, but she spoke with iron. “You did not hurt me. You destroyed me. You snatched my faith in men from me, and I was never able to believe any man after that. You made me doubt my own self, made me question if I wasn’t good enough for a man. I had told you about what Cooper had done to me, and you did the exact same thing, only a hundred times worse because I trusted you so much more than I even trusted myself.”

She wiped her eyes, staring at rigid posture, his quiet eyes filled with a kind of hate she had never seen. Only she didn’t think it was directed at her. Thea’s words from an hour ago came back to her.

'He hates himself enough for it.’

She shook the wave of tenderness that wanted to seep into her blood, and continued, needing to get this out. “I didn’t let what you did dictate my life, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t up at nights, wanting to punch you in the balls. I am your wife on paper, because you have something about my father with you that is awful. You forced me into marrying you, and I can never love another man again. But that is not what I hate you so much for. I hate you because you took away a part of me that I had loved, a part that I could never find again. And for that, Oliver, I’ll never forgive you.”

Oliver’s eyes closed again, like closing out her words, his hands shaking slightly before he clenched them into fists. Well, now he knew how she felt. She turned and walked towards the door, wanting to just leave his presence, when his whispered voice reached her, pleading. “Don’t say that, Felicity.”

She halted in her tracks, her back to him. This reminded her of that night in the club, when the roles had been reversed. Felicity straightened her spine, and addressed him without turning as tears ran down her face. “You don’t deserve my forgiveness, Oliver. And you sure as hell haven’t earned it.”

With that, she opened the door and walked out, closing the door behind her, a loud, glass crashing noise from inside the room, ringing in her ears for a very long time.

Read The Phoenix

Which moment is your favorite?


If Baymax was an Android AU.  Baymax still sounds and acts like himself, but looks like Tadashi’s clone…

Uh, so yeah, when I first thought of drawing a gijinka, the above image popped into my head first.  I started cracking up in the middle of a Japanese subway… >.>  Anyway, went with Dashi-clone version ^ ^

Also, extra! <3

And really guys, I shouldn’t have to say this, but PLEASE DON’T REPOST MY WORK. Nothing demotivates me more than seeing people lopping up my comics and reposting them.  Thank you so much to those who have been telling me about reposts.  If you want to continue seeing my doodles, please, please just reblog.  Thank you. m(_ _)m




  1. you carry stars in your pockets like you have stretched the universe tight around your soul. when i fall, they spill out of your pockets as you try to help me up and i spend years in my head trying to make constellations until my eyes hurt. when i close them, you are still there.
  2. your touch is as soft as the feathers on my back; i sit on the bathroom counter and daydream even though it’s night. you tape the gaps in my wings, and i try to ignore the way your fingers burn. 
  3. you kiss me like you have forever and a day and i only have a few hours. i am a dripping candle and you the sun, so bright i can hardly bear to look at you, but you kiss me again and i forget every warning my father told me.  
  4. there is no happily ever after; there is only you, with fire in your veins and hands dusted with the ashes of what is left of me.

‘I wanted to give you something.’

‘Why? For what? Why are you giving me anything? What is it?’

‘Open it and see.’

It was a book—an archaic-looking hardcover book with a reddish-gold cover. The spine was elaborate despite the fact that most of the cover was faded with age. He could just make out the words ‘Paradise Lost’ on the spine.

‘You’re giving this to me? Why?’

‘I wanted to give it to you as a thank you.’

Sin had no idea what to say. A voice in the back of his head ordered him to give it back, but Sin’s fingers only dug harder into the cover. ‘Why do you keep thanking me?’

‘Because you’re nice to me. And you listened when I—You could have ignored me and you didn’t. And I… I appreciate that.’

‘Oh.’ Sin stared at the book. ‘I see.’

Evenfall, Santino & Ais
Funny TA Storytime

Just to put your minds at ease I’ll tell you ppl a story about when a teacher thought I had a twitter page dedicated to them.

So when I was in high school I had a friend who had a SUPER obvious and SUPER hard crush on one of our teachers. And when I say obvious I mean even the groundhogs on the moon could see the hearts in her eyes. So one day I was minding my own business during lunch when my friend’s tc comes up to me and ask if he could speak to me. I said sure and he pulled me (lol not roughly or anything) outside of the lunch room and he looked super embarrassed and just kept licking his lips. When I asked him if he was alright he just started telling me how he saw the twitter page and got my message and although he was flattered I was a student and he was a teacher and what I did was inappropriate and blahblahblah. Now back then I didn’t have twitter so I was really confused on what he was talking about. When he saw my blank expression he said he was sorry that he hurt my feelings but he couldn’t do anything about my crush. When he said that I literally let out the weirdest “HUH!?!?!” ever and started chuckling before telling him I didn’t have a crush on him and that I didn’t even have twitter. He looked at me like I was lying but I repeated myself and then he pulled out his phone and showed me the message I had supposedly sent him. Immediately I knew it was my friend. She had used MY name to start a twitter page dedicated to him and sent him a ridiculously flirty message (I didn’t even know she had it in her, she straight up slid into his DM lol). I literally yelled my friend’s name out and she came running out of the lunch room and that’s when her tc figured everything out. He ran through his entire speech again with her (he was super embarrassed because this happens like a few times a year esp with the juniors and all the teachers joke about how he always has a speech like this ready). In the end she was super embarrassed and apologized for her actions and took down the page. I wasn’t mad at her just annoyed. But for the rest of the year that teacher would joke if I crush on him now and I would always say no. We still keep in touch and he pretty much told all the teachers who also pull this one joke on me whenever I visit my high school.

just another everyone lives au

So an anon asked @wolfstardreams this:

“Could you do head cannons if Lily and James lived and Remus and Sirius where together so they made fun of Ginny and Harry”

and i’m procrastinating

and i have an idea

so here you go, i suppose

  • in this universe, remus and sirius have been together since the end of their sixth year, and while they are doing work for the Order, they’re living together in their cutesy little flat
  • the tension though, the tension is the same. the two don’t really trust each other anymore and the war is putting a strain on their relationship. big time.
  • so remus comes home from whatever his latest order mission was (he’s undercover with the werewolves, trying to get them to take up arms against voldemort, but of course all sirius sees is the empty left side of the bed when remus has to stay with the pack)
  • he comes back looking concerned, betrayed, scared, and all of sirius instincts are telling him to listen when remus says there’s a traitor and he knows who it is, but he’s so worried that it might be remus himself that it takes a call to dumbledore and a solid hour of pensieve searching to convince him that remus is telling the truth.
  • the look of devastation on sirius’ face when he realizes that james and lily are in danger because peter sold them out is something remus won’t ever forget.
  • but they squelch all their feelings of loss and betrayal down under their anger and protectiveness over their friends. 
  • the night of halloween, the entire order is guarding the house.
  • voldemort never even made it past the front gate.

  • fast forward to harry’s first year at hogwarts, incidentally the first year remus took the job of DADA professor, partly because teaching is his calling (according to sirius. and james. and lily. and everyone.) but also because someone has got to keep an eye on bambi
  • now harry had grown up happy and healthy, surrounded by family and friends who love him, having sunday brunch at the weasley’s, wednesday night spaghetti (pasketti) at remus and sirius’ and friday thai food movie nights with all the marauders (”except for peter bc screw him” “pads, language, the kid’s here”) piled onto the same sofa in his parent’s small living room.
  • sirius spoils the crap out of the poor kid, remus talks to him like he’s an adult and actually understands Gamp’s Law (”give him a few years, he’ll be a genius in no time”), and lily and james go all out on the ice cream and the playdates and the theme park visits and the toy broomsticks because hell if their kid isn’t going to have the BEST CHILDHOOD EVER
  • and so the tiny terror grows up to be the spitting image of his father at eleven years old (”prongs this is uncanny” “reckon he’d also be a stag?” “bet he’ll beat your youngest animagus alive record”)
  • the whole squad sees him off at the station (except remus, who’s already at school), and he and ron immediately occupy a compartment and pull out the map, eager to see the castle for themselves
  • their first DADA class, remus tells himself he’s going to treat harry like he would treat every other student, because even if he has changed the kid’s diapers he - 
  • “… sorry uncle moony…”
  • “you better be! now, as I was saying…”
  • and james had a super tough time letting harry go so lily comes up with the brilliant idea of having remus send them like weekly reports or something, and james takes it super seriously like “moony i’m expecting one every saturday without fail - without fail you hear?” “prongs, please find your chill”
  • these weekly letters become something of a tradition, they’re often jokingly official, and always end with “and of course, detention this week.”

  • so life goes on, and in their fifth year, it turns out that remus knows about harry’s little crush before harry does.
  • his letter that week ends instead with “does anyone remember the patented james potter evans is in the room look glazed look because i’ve just gotten a very vivid reminder of it”
  • and when harry comes home for christmas, he is mercilessly teased as they try to guess who his mysterious crush is
  • “so bambi, who is she”
  • “is she cute?”
  • “do we know her?”
  • “does she like quidditch?”
  • “does she play quidditch”
  • “i’m sure those broom-riding skills are handy in that case”
  • “lils, please, this is your child you are talking to”
  • this persists until christmas dinner at the weasley’s
  • ginny gets up from the table to get yet another platter from the kitchen, and harry (who has been distracted this entire time, of course) literally stops in the middle of a sentence
  • and the gears in james’ head are practically visible through his skull, you can see the lightbulb go off the moment he makes eye contact with sirius, who’s also connected the dots.
  • “well well well, if her hair were a tad darker i’d say your boy here is dangerously close to an oedipus complex…”
  • “pads that is literally the grossest thing you’ve ever said”
  • “darker hair? darker - oh!”
  • “moony why didn’t you tell us it was her?”
  • “i’ll be honest i didn’t know”
  • “you are so bad at hints i’m impressed you got us as far as you did with your shoddy sleuthing”
  • and then when ginny walks in, inevitably, it’s time to move to the living room for a little rest before dessert, and inevitably the only seat left in the room is a tiny sliver of space on the sofa next to harry
  • and padfoot innocently like “well if it’s more comfortable she could always sit on your lap instead”
  • and ginny turns bright red, as does harry and all the adults in the room just burst out laughing because that is exactly what happened all those years ago in the gryffindor common room
  • harry is 100% the most embarrassed he’s been in his life, so he takes quick trip to the backyard to clear his head, and ginny follows him out like “you idiot, now we’re going to have to walk back in and they will take every opportunity to make a joke”
  • and harry like “i’m sorry i don’t know why they think they’re so funny” but it turns out that fred and george have been teasing ginny about her crush for ages and they just take a second to be like “wow we literally could have been an item like, a year ago” and then promptly have a quick makeout sesh before they hear a wolfwhistle from the porch accompanied by cheering and they simultaneously just turn around and glare
  • guess she does play quidditch, eh bambi?”
  • “…mom, why…”

So I’m thinking here for a while that Lily knew Remus was a werewolf… It sounds almost like from the Prince’s Tale that her thoughts were “don’t ask, don’t tell?” I mean, I don’t think she would have embarrassed Remus by asking him after Snape presented his theory, but let us look at the evidence here:

Snape: They sneak out at night.  There’s something weird about that Lupin. Where does he keep going? 

Lily: He’s ill. They say he’s ill.

Snape: Every month at the full moon?

Lily: I know your theory,” she sounded cold, “Why are you so obsessed with them anyway? Why do you care what they’re doing at night?

Now, ever since I was a kid, I have always been interested in Lily’s character, and we’re told sooooooo little about her. This passage has interested me for a while. Just from the way JKR says Lily “sounded cold” when Snape brings up Lupin being a werewolf suggests that she does believe Lupin is a werewolf,  is angry that Snape is bringing it up, but isn’t going to risking out him by agreeing with Snape because she likes Remus as a person. In her last bit of dialogue to Snape her attitude is basically “what does is matter if they’re sneaking out?” If Lily were the stick-in-the-mud!Lily here that a lot of fanon loves to make her out to be, why not help Snape? The boys are sneaking out after all. But instead she’s just like “Does it matter if they’re sneaking out?” 

My theory here is that Lily is pretty sure the boys are sneaking out, but guesses they are somehow helping Remus, and therefore decides the best thing she can do in this situation is act like she doesn’t know/care about the situation, especially given Snape’s obsession with the boys. 

Where my Badass Kingsmen Fans at?

So, all y’all digging all this fluff and romance and marriage and stuff, you’re all great, lemme tell ya, i’m here for that, totally.


What i really wanna explore in the kingsmen universe, is the BA BAMFS the knights actually are. 

Fuck the wedding ceremony and cuddling watching movies, lets blow shit up! Lets tear down whole governments! Let’s stab a man! (SET THE POSTOFFICE ABLAZE!) 

Let’s watch as Percival daintily dabs at the corner of his mouth with his napkin at a banquet table surrounded by 30 other people who then all fall face first into their soup fucking dead because he poisoned the whole dinner party. 

Roxy scales a building in her tactical gear, breaks into wherever a la catwoman style and then leaps from the roof in a stealth wingsuit to glide away while flames lick up its sides.

Bors undercovers with whatever American special ops force into the middle east on a ‘terrorist sting’ and then kills the whole American group himself after confirming their negligence and antagonizing war mongering with otherwise peaceful locals.

Eggsy drug running from Venezuela to the US and while aboard the tanker ship carrying the cargo he just sinks the whole damn thing and escapes by climbing aboard a nearby cuban refuge raft and helping them cross the rest of the way to florida.

Gawain killing innocents because he has been in deep cover for years and he has to make the hard decision of sacrificing a few lives to save the hundreds, and he is able to do that because he is a professional. 

Merlin and his team watching with hard eyes because they have become immune to the horrors of this world and the things they see are terrible but the things they do are necessary to stop them. 

There will always be evil on this planet and kingsmen, while essentially mercenaries, are able to choose the paths that lead to the best possible outcome. 

And Harry Hart, Arthur, sits at his desk and reviews and approves of these missions. He makes the tough decisions and his knights are loyal so long as their morals align.

Come and talk to me about this, I’d love to headcanon jam with you. 
Even about badass boyfriendos. Harry trusting Eggsy to complete his mission even if its morally grey in its parameters, Eggsy trusting his king to not lead him astray. Merlin supporting him en route and even after. Kingsmen medical, a fully functioning hospital and surgical center at the very top of its class even if it is secret, and kingsmen psychologists vetted and trained to heal the mental scars alongside their physical ones. 

Kingsmen, a highly professional and discrete business breeding only the very best agents to perform the very best work. 

coming out as aro like
  • them: where are your glasses?
  • you: I don't wear glasses?
  • them: oh, are you wearing contacts?
  • you: no, I don't need glasses. my vision is fine.
  • them: sure it is.
  • you: yes, it is!
  • them: look, it's fine to admit it. we all need corrective lenses. it's only human.
  • you: but I don't need them
  • them: you're only telling yourself that. it's okay to admit you need something. it doesn't make you weak.
  • you: I know it doesn't.
  • them: you don't have to squint at everything. I know it's hard, you don't have to do it.
  • you: I don't squint. I just genuinely see fine without glasses.
  • them: you don't have to pretend you're better than the rest of us.
  • you: I'm not
  • them: humans aren't meant to have perfect vision.
  • you: that's literally the biggest bullshit I've ever heard.
  • them: but why do you hate glasses?
  • you: I don't hate them. I just don't need them.
  • them: I know! I can help you pick out glasses
  • you: but I don't need glasses!
  • them: it's okay. you don't have to be ashamed.
  • you: I'm not ashamed! I just don't see what I would need glasses for!
  • them: everybody needs glasses.
  • you: but they don't! I don't!
  • them: if you can't find the right ones in a store, why don't you try the internet?
  • you: my vision is fine!
  • them: don't worry. you'll find the right pair.

god I forgot how much I love the Book of Lost Tales Valar. They’re nothing like the Silm Valar, way more active and way more comprehensible in their actions, but I think what I like about them most is that the narrative isn’t remotely presenting them as paragons, and without that narrative weight pressing down they’re fantastic. Tell me someone is the wisest and most compassionate in Arda, and I’ll sit here pursing my lips and second-guessing all their decisions; but just tell me he’s the Lord of the Airs and I’m like, all right, Lord of the Airs, let’s see this.

They’re not wise at all but honestly I think they’re more compassionate, and they’re hella more likable. I guess making mistakes is something I associate with compassion, because when you care about people you try to help them out even without a good plan or a certainty of success. You help them even when it makes you look stupid. Seeing the Valar try, and look ridiculous, and sometimes fall down on their ethereal all-powerful faces, makes me like them more than a million essays could ever do. 

So what prompted this specifically was the story of how, in Book of Lost Tales the first War Between the Valar and Melkor was averted by Manwë being a brilliant cunning bastard:

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So I’m just casually searching Seventeen for whatever reason (I already know too much about them but I was curious how tall Dino was bc I forgot lol) & I was just looking at all the members profiles. So tell me why everyone is labeled as a (lead) vocalist except China line. Seriously… I know some sources are not very reliable but why does no one give them the credit they deserve. Anyone who has ever seen seventeen tv or any of their predebut stuff, they know that Jun has great vocals. Minghao has shown us his great vocals too but tbh I feel like they haven’t been given many proper chances. Please stop treating Jun & Minghao like they aren’t as important in the group. I know a lot of us do show them love & I’m happy when people comment on how great they are but when I see stuff like this I get kinda upset & confused as to why they aren’t considered (at least that’s how it seems) as important. Its the fact that stuff like this has happened more than once. They don’t have to be your bias or anything but please just remember they work just as hard & sacrificed just as much as the others.

Tsukki can be mean, even with Yamaguchi whenever he tells him he’s being too loud… But I absolutely hate it when people say Tsukki and Yama are not friends, simply because he tells Yama to be quiet every time Yama brags about him. Especially when there is such an obvious difference with how Tsukki treats Yama compared to everybody else on the team or any other character in haikyuu.

This isn’t even a one-sided friendship even though it started out as Yama looking up a whole lot to Tsukki when they were younger, never in the manga did you ever see him being all over Tsukki like some rabid fanboy like all these antis make him out to be. He was just a kid who had finally found the guts to thank the kid who indirectly saved him from the bullies that bothered him. He’s proud he has tsukki as a friend and he makes it a point to show that to everybody. Tsukki on the other hand, though not very much, was definitely more approachable as a kid and you can even see him actually making a conscious effort to keep Yama as his friend by inviting him to his home and his brother’s game (without feeling pressured to do so for all you jerks who keep thinking he’s forced to keep Yama as a friend) Even Akiteru thought before that Yamaguchi was Tsukki’s only friend, which means after that little incident between Tsukki and his big bro, Tsukki probably pulled away even more from people but for some strange reason he still had Yama with him, Yama still stayed with him. There is a good reason for that, there is a good frickin reason as to why, for years, Tsukki and Yama are still casually walking home together (even though it’s not such a talkative walk) and there’s a good frickin reason why Yama’s constant presence in his life doesn’t seem to bother Tsukki as much as it bothers him when his other team mates make an effort to reach out to him. Because he thinks of Yamaguchi as HIS FRIEND.

Yeah Tsukki cares too little while Yamaguchi cares too darn much but Tsukki makes up for it in his own little way and you can see how their friendship works even more as you progress in the manga. Stop assuming stuff about their relationship based on the first season of the anime because their relationship is so much more than that.