can i have something like that

anonymous asked:

If you have some free time and only if you have, can you say something to make people feel better about the circumstances the first SQ happened. As usual with Swen (and it's totally understandable) sth happens and they go all pesimistic and oh this is it... like that has been said so many times and nothing major happens, it's just people freaking out. At least we did get a hug and they touched, lol, idk just looking at the glass half-full I guess

Hey Anon!

Yeah, I understand that people are upset, the circumstances are very painful. Emma’s overt queer coding and the subsequent shift has turned the relationship with Hook in a metaphor for forcing a man on a queer woman and also condemning a woman’s differentiated gender expression as something that should be changed - regardless of what they’ll do with it eventually, by romanticizing it in PR and by not making it extremely clear on the show, they’ve been endorsing this idea for years now. So to have Emma and Regina’s first hug in any way connected to that relationship hurts.

The scene itself just continues the queer subtext the way they’ve been doing it since the beginning. I thought it was really overt.

First Regina’s face… Hurt and disbelief.

Then she’s trying, but there’s still disbelief and her smile doesn’t reach her mouth and eyes. It looks like pain.

Emma’s face then asking not to make this difficult for her. Pursed lips and she swallows very subtly. Fear too, maybe? The beat took a little too long to be comfortable. If anything they’re just trying to evoke questions in the viewers. Everything just feels a little bit off.

She’s trying to convince herself - and Emma here. This screams “…but really not for myself.”

Then the hug. Quick and awkward and it looks like as little physical contact they can get away with. A hug between the two of them that wasn’t awkward would have marked them as friends. This just reinforced the tension and the awkwardness. They don’t act like simple friends, you can feel something’s going on beneath the surface.

The most important tell in this scene is Snow’s face in the background. She’s ready to smile at her friend and her daughter having a moment, but then she notices something that makes her want to deflect. It’s not so difficult to imagine Regina looks like she’s on the verge of crying or in serious pain… and nobody knows Regina like Snow does, and Snow does always want to fix everything, so she jumps on it.

Emma was acting uncharacteristically over the top the whole time. We know she’s actually a convincing actress, think back to when she was pretending to be on a date with Ryan and the references to her being undercover. This just doesn’t feel like the way Emma would be acting over a proposal.

I think this scene explains Emma’s face in the third gif. She knows if anyone’s gonna call her out on it, it’s Regina. If anyone’s gonna see through it, it’s her… but Regina respects the silent plea, maybe she doesn’t see it because she’s trying to repress her own emotions.

So what I find specifically interesting is that for seasons on end we’ve had nothing but hand touches and that was deliberate. In the episode “Only you” - a song containing the words “the touch of a hand” Emma and Regina shared so many hand touches in that episode after a season of distance, that it couldn’t have been a coincidence.

…and what happened between then and now?

A few episodes ago, they came out of the… magic wardrobe. Suddenly they are able to touch beyond hands.

Then last season we had Emma’s dream about her issues directly connected to Ruby and Dorothy’s story.

…and we had Emma vowing to get to work… to become herself again? The jacket from season one. She hasn’t worn it since the first episode or at least the first few? That has to be significant.

…and I could go on for a while… but the point I want to make is that the queer story seems to be the one they’re actually telling and it’s progressing slowly, but this hug and the awkwardness fits into that narrative. It’s what they’ve been doing all along and it was meant to highlight Regina is not okay with that marriage and that there is more than meets the eye.

“I forgot” does not mean “I didn’t care enough to remember”

anonymous asked:

I'm going on my first tinder date tomorrow and it's also the first time I'm dating outside my race lol any advice

this sounds really awkward… like i can only imagine you’ll say something racially insensitive given that you’ve never dated outside of “X” race 

my advice? cancel the date and work on yourself to save the time lmao 

or just go ahead with the date be yourself and have fun and dont be as awkward as this ask please

for those who hate what you write:

(i remember, intimately, what it’s like to hate something 8 seconds after I type it. A word, a phrase, a sentence, or a chapter.) 

The thing is all writing and art stems from our imagination. But no matter what, it’s impossible to completely and perfectly relay your imagination through words alone. So you’re left shifting, comparing what you’ve wrought with what you’ve conceived in your mind.

Wondering how it can be better, closer to the ideal. 

Good writers, the ones that have readers, are the people that admit that they’ll never fully reach the ideal and are okay with that. That doesn’t mean that they stop trying, though, but rather they don’t let the impossibility of reaching the ideal stop them from writing. 

Other writers give up because they can’t reach that acceptance, and don’t have readers because they don’t show their work to people, as they’re too dissatisfied with it. 

If you hate what you write: nothing you will ever make will be perfect, and you ultimately have to swallow down your revulsion at your own work and acknowledge that it’s not the ideal but that’s okay. The thing is, only you know what the ideal version of whatever you’ve made is. It dwells in your imagination, not someone else’s. Everyone else that reads your work will only know what you give them; they have no ideal version to compare it to and tear it down as lesser to — hence the dissonance between reader reactions and writer’s feelings. 

As writers, we obsessively try to find the perfect way to convey our story. But in the end, that’s impossible, because words aren’t enough to express the whole breadth of the imagination. So rather than searching for the perfect way and getting paralyzed because you can never reach that perfection, do what’s reachable —

Put out your best work, accept that it’s not perfect, and keep writing. 

anonymous asked:

ok but i feel like pidges birthday should have been april 1st, partly bc of april fools day and also partly bc that's my birthday and i adore pidge lol


It’s the dawn of a new day. Everyone is up bright and early to begin training. They get into their lions, refreshed and ready to go. But then, Lance notices something odd on his command screen.

“Hey, guys,” he mutters curiously, “anyone else getting some weird blinky message thing?”

A chorus of equally confused agreement meets his ears.

“Okay, on the count of three, everyone press it at the same time,” Shiro says.

“One, two, three -”

Lance presses the message. In a quick flash, a large belt shoots from the side of his seat and crosses over his lap, firmly strapping him in place. Before he can form a single thought, or let any witty remark fall from his lips, music starts blasting from the speakers.

Namely, “What’s New Pussycat”, sung by Tom Jones.

Lance blinks. As his teammates voice their puzzlement, a horrifying idea plants itself in his brain.

‘No,’ he thinks. 'No, nobody would go that far.’

But after the seventh loop, he slowly realizes that one of the paladins is missing.

'It’s true,’ he thinks. 'We’re all doomed.’

“It’s Not Unusual” begins to play.


Somewhere deep in the castle, laughter is heard. Pidge sits cross legged on her bed, a wicked grin on her lips.

“Happy fucking birthday to me,” she whispers.


Um, hi! I’m Steven! Steven Universe.

Sorry to interrupt your blogging, but I’ve got something super important to say! I promise it won’t take long, so just hear me out, okay? 

I just wanted to say… 

well done. 

I know sometimes life might be hard! Trust me, I know all about that, and.. sometimes, you might think you can’t get up in the morning, or you don’t feel like eating orr doing anything, but.. you’re still here. You’re fighting through the hard times, you’re still going, even though it’s super tough, and i’m so proud of you guys for that!

Sometimes, your own mind can tell you some pretty bad stuff, that you’re not special or important, but that’s not true. You’re totally important! You’re a human being! You’re unique in every way. No-one in the universe is like you, you’re the only you there’ll ever be, isn’t that cool? Don’t let other people get you down. 

If things are hard right now, it’s okay to take a break, you need to look after yourself. drink some water, take a nap, just take the world one step at a time. It’s not always going to be easy, but there’ll always be someone out there who cares, and.. well, I care, too! 

Take care of yourselves, okay? You guys are super important. You all make the Earth worth protecting!

I guess that’s it, really. Thanks for listening.

Bye! I love you!

anonymous asked:

who were those posts about ?

u can ask off anon fr their url btu theyre a freak and theyve been rbing gross stuff and once theyve talked to me befroe and flirted w me when having known me for like 20 minutes and theyre older than me which is someth i wouldnt have a problem w but they acted like a creep!

anonymous asked:

I think we'll see in the next week or so if more radio stations talk about the exact date. If they do, then it's pretty clear he's dropping something, and Elvis Duran had the exclusive. Otherwise, if that doesnt happen, I'm thinking they just wanted, for some reasons, more rumours to be created. Elvis Duran on the official audio not including it makes me very suspicious, because now other media dont have an official instrument to link, so it can be all be perceived as rumours once again

It is strange it wasn’t included in the official audio released and that it was kind of slipped in there instead of being discussed for a bit like Kendrick’s stuff. We’ll have to wait and see what else we get. (How did we even get that audio?)

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6x14 Sneak Peek Thoughts

I think the sneak peek of Regina & Emma hugging falls under the same category of spoiling Hook and Emma’s wedding. 

They both feel like red herrings to me. 

Usually, you don’t just show your hand like that unless there is something bigger and better in store. Otherwise, it just makes everything anticlimactic. 

Considering how tight-lipped A&E seem to be with everything about this show, I can’t imagine they don’t still have some surprises up their sleeve. It seems strategic for them to be spoiling these things like this.

Emma and Regina finally hugged and based on things that JM has said, they actually cut a hug from an episode in the past. To me, this says that the hug we saw was something that was done very deliberately. I imagine JM’s and LP’s actions/reactions were directed to be very specific, and they didn’t dwell on the moment for very long at all. I agree with some of the others that it didn’t feel special, but I also feel like it wasn’t meant to, not overly so anyway. It was all done in a very fleeting way.

As painful as it is sometimes, there is a process taking place for Emma and Regina to get to that magical point of finally becoming each others true love, so I haven’t given up hope even though these spoilers can seem daunting.

so obviously @madgesundersee doesn’t write minty for me, she writes it for the good of humanity, but it still feels like a personal gift to magically have 14k of minty plopped in front of me when I most need it (go read i can think of something better, it’s amazing). so here’s an attempt at a thank you.

Miller would like to think that on a different night when he was a little more rested, a little less frazzled, he might react differently. Although that’s probably bullshit because if he’s got Monty pinned beneath him on his couch, mouth to his neck, it doesn’t matter how much sleep he’s had: he’s not going to be thinking super clearly.

Still, he’s not at all prepared for when Monty whispers Nate—bright and breathy and wonderful—and Miller’s entire lower half decides to disassociate from his brain and grind down.

Miller freezes. Monty freezes.


“Um,” says Monty, whose fingers have stilled against Miller’s back. “Wow.”

Miller clenches his eyes shut. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

Monty laughs, a little shaky. “Why are you—”

“I didn’t mean to—I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Monty nudges Miller’s head, and when Miller finally opens his eyes, Monty’s grinning up at him: cheeks flushed, hair ridiculously askew.

“Uncomfortable?” Monty says. “Who could be uncomfortable on this couch?” He wriggles a bit against the cushions, which at this proximity is more than a little distracting; Miller has to bite his lip to stay focused.

“You know what I mean,” he grits out. “We haven’t talked about—look, I’m not expecting anything.” This is new, and he’s not an asshole.

Monty’s studying him, labored breath and open-mouthed smile. Then he raises his eyebrows, clenches his cheeks like he’s trying to temper a grin. His fingers slide across Miller’s skin up to cup his cheek.

“Was it…cause I called you Nate?”

And again, Miller really thought he had it at least somewhat together. Not completely together, obviously, but somewhat.

But apparently the combination of Monty’s chest against his and the intimacy of that name on Monty’s lips overrides his capacity for logic because once again, his hips move on their own as if independent from the rest of his body.

He’s not sure if the surprise on Monty’s face—the widened mouth, the darkened eyes—make the situation better or worse.

“Fuck,” says Miller, attempting to regroup. “Okay. I’m just going to—”

But before he can roll off the couch, Monty’s curled a leg around his waist, locking him in place.

“You are an idiot,” he laughs. And then, for emphasis, shifts up against Miller with just enough pressure that Miller’s vision blurs.

“You are killing me,” Miller groans, leaning his forehead against Monty’s.

“Well that’s not the goal,” says Monty, voice bright. He’s cupping both of Miller’s cheeks, now.“C’mere, I promise I’ll stop abusing my power. I’m just excited. I didn’t know I had power to abuse.”

This is such an absurd statement that Miller almost laughs out loud. There are few things that one of Monty’s smiles couldn’t convince him to do. Not that he’s going to tell him that.

Still, there’s probably something nice he could say in this moment—some way of indicating how much this means, how damn important this is.

Unfortunately his brain is still static. So he settles for a firm “shut up” and leans in to kiss Monty again.

Monty doesn’t seem to mind.

pizzapizzapasta  asked:

hi!!! I have a prompt!! Can you do one where betty is about to tell the rest of the gang that she and jug are dating, but jug freaks out and pulls her away to like a broom closet, and then Veronica and Kevin catch them kissing in it? (or something like that) and could you do it in Jugs POV??? THANK YOU!!!! I love your writing :)

Thank you for the prompt, m'dear! It’s been so long since I wrote first person I hope I did Jughead justice!

(Can’t format this the way I want cus I’m writing this on my iPad in the bath of the hotel room I’m staying in lol. Best way to write in my opinion)


It wasn’t a big deal, I knew that. Archie had already confronted me about something going on with Betty. My heart had dropped to my boots at his question, trailing off because he didn’t quite know how to ask if such a thing could even happen. I understood, I didn’t want to admit it but even I shook with disbelief at the idea of Betty Cooper kissing me back, pressing her hand almost too softly against my neck - it sounded like something that only happened in movies. I didn’t realise I’d been so obvious about my feelings towards her, the tiniest iota of reciprocation from her plush pink lips breaking a dam within me, one that had been threatening to fail for years.

“We may have had a moment,” I told him hesitantly, feeling my face arrange itself into a grimace as I watched his reaction closely. His face was too still for comfort.

“Nah, it’s cool…” My eyes narrowed. I’d known Archie Andrews almost all his life, and right now he was in no way ‘cool’. I nodded regardless, wanting to shift the topic as soon as possible.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have even dared to imagine a universe in which Betty Cooper returned my feelings. What I knew, but was terrified to admit, was that the things I felt for this timeless Hitchcock blonde went beyond anything I deemed a teenage boy capable to feel. But this wasn’t a high school rom-com and Elizabeth Cooper was so much more than the longed-after love interest. She was versatile and stable, classic yet corrupt. A Jane, a Grace, a Marilyn… a Harley. She was an expect and lingering on the sidelines all while pretending to be on centre stage.

But what did I know, Betty Cooper had been the main character in the production that is my life for longer than I could remember, before even I knew the plot points. Never was I more grateful for the invention of the red herrings that were Betty’s feelings for the red headed boy.

Every time she caught my eye in the hallway, sending me the shyest sly smile, I felt the sound die away around us, edges blurring in a vignette until we were all that was left. She could have stepped out of a black and white movie but I’d be forever grateful I got to see her in technicolor. The sunshine gold of her hair, the ever changing green of her eyes, the way the pink of her favourite sweater matched the blossoming blush across her cheeks every time I dared to dance my fingertips across her peaches and cream skin. And never was I more thankful that I got to live offscreen, feel her warmth as she held me against her, ever the consoler. That I didn’t just have to imagine that she smelt of bubblegum and strawberry milkshakes, but I could breathe her in like oxygen when she let me press my insatiable mouth against her neck, fluttering pulse point so very real against my lips.

But the camera angle has to widen eventually as the meet cute trips into developing storyline.

“C'mon, Juggie, they all basically know now anyway,” she told me, gripping on to the crook of my arm as she walked us towards the common room. “It seems neither of us are as good at keeping secrets as we’d like to think,” she finished, rolling her eyes before staring up at me, unblinking and wide-eyed. I tried to keep my breath steady.

“Well I don’t know about you but I was perfectly fine at it before you came along,” I teased her, gazing down at her with a small smile. She grinned and bit her lip, sending my heart into overdrive. “Let’s do it then.”

Archie, Veronica and Kevin were sat in their usual spot on the couches talking amongst themselves. Archie nodding absentmindedly, pretending to listen to Veronica as he tuned his guitar, Kevin leaning forward in shock-horror as the girl described the moment she caught her heel on a dip in the pavement and snapped it clean off.

“Those were my favourites too, this town basically owes me,” she grumbled, the humour evident in her tone. Betty kept me tight against her side as she waited for a lull in the conversation to start her speech. My palms turned sweaty.

“Um, guys…” she started quietly. Despite her tone it was like a shot rang out into the crowd, three pairs of eyes turned to us instantly. “Jughead and I just wanted to tell you-” I could feel each gaze, like they were watching the tape before the final cut.

“That we’ve got a lot to do for the next issue of The Blue and Gold and probably won’t be around much this week,” I cut her off, words out of my mouth before I could even register what I was saying. I caught the start of the confused look Veronica shot Betty before turning and booking it out of the room.

I was halfway to the office before she caught up with me.

“Juggie! Where are you going, what’s wrong, what-” I glanced around before pulling her into the closet to our left. “Jughead, talk to me!” Betty’s eye were turned down at the corners and a physical pain tore its way through my chest at the thought of taking an ounce of happiness away from her. I took a shaky breath, trying to order my thoughts, unable to meet her penetrating gaze.

“I’m sorry, Betts, I just… I’m scared, I guess.” I could feel the embarrassment heating up my cheeks in betrayal. She blanched.

“Of what? Me? Am I not-” Her eyes misted over as I watched her mind flick into overdrive in her eyes. My throat closed at what she thought. I never wanted to make her feel like she wasn’t good enough, not desirable enough. My hands went gingerly to her waist, clutching desperately when she didn’t push me away.

“No! No, Betty you’re so wonderful. I couldn’t dream of anyone more kind and caring and compassionate as you. I… I want the whole world to know just how amazing you are and that out of everyone in the world you could possibly have for some insane reason you chose me,” I told her in a crazed whisper, eyes pleading with her to understand.

“Then why?”

“What we have… I didn’t think it existed, not really. But this, it’s ours and I’m just worried that if we tell people something change, someone would… make you see just how wrong I am for you and I don’t think I could take that, Betty,” I finished in a whisper, my voice barely audible as I blinked away tears. She could tear down my walls with one look and it terrified me. Exhilarated me. Suddenly her hands were cradling my cheeks, pulling my face impossibly close to hers.

“You listen to me, Jughead Jones. You are the one that is wonderful and caring and compassionate. The way you have dealt with everything life has thrown at you continues to, and will never not, astound me. And then when you’re with me you’re just you I feel privileged to be the one you share that with.” She paused, her voice choked slightly. My heart ached. “And no one will ever take you away from me,” she ground out, words forceful as a fire blazed behind her eyes.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I lunged forward, capturing her lips with mine in a frenzy. She tasted better than I remembered, even. Our tongues fought in a newfound battle for dominance, surprising us both, but I was putty in her hands as she took my tongue between her full, swollen lips and sucked gently. I let out a low groan, pulling her impossibly close, unable to handle an inch of space between us. My hand slipped beneath her sweater, desperate as a man drowning to feel her skin against mine, to quench the fire growing deep in the pit of my stomach. She hitched her thigh against my hip and my legs almost gave out.

The click of the door latch tore us apart, chests heaving and eyes glazed with lust.

“See, I told you, Kev. Everything’s fine,” Veronica smirked while Kevin just stood with his mouth hanging wide. “P.S. guys, if you’re gonna go full on cliche and get hot and heavy in the janitors closet, you might wanna try making a little less noise,” she quipped with a menacing grin. My eyes shot to Betty’s, her red face looking, I assumed, exactly like my own. We held eye contact for a while before I watched her face crack, doubling over in hysterical laughter. I stared at her in amazement before being unable to follow suit. Veronica was right, I thought as I looked at the joyous wonder in front of me, everything was fine.

anonymous asked:

is it ADHD to confuse close words and accidentally use the wrong word even though you know it's wrong? like I want to write the word "close" and my brain just screams "don't write clothes" and I think of "clothes" so much I write it, especially if the thought overwhelms me and I momentarily forget about the word "close" and I feel like at that point I have no choice but to write "clothes." If I know I'm about to do it it takes me a min to chill but I can't if I'm too excited about something

I don’t know if it’s part of ADHD but I do it!


anonymous asked:

So I just read that last ask and I have my own; Do most people eat their offerings? I've always buried mine or fed it to animals (not like wine or anything to animals obviously, but seeds, meat, etc.) what are your thoughts?

Personally I eat all edible offerings, so they don’t go to waste. Or my boyfriend eats them (sometimes early). Same with drinks… if its something I can drink I will. :)

summer wanes on my restless soul,
but all is not lost yet - wild gardens
sway beneath clouding sky; I am
caught by foreign whispers
of thirsty plants. rains are coming,
rains are coming. my fingers rest
above white petals - afraid to touch
something more delicate than me.
I have given up sleep for dreams,
but as rain washes my face,
I remember what it feels like
to be rested, bitter realization
pooling in my mouth. a fever
has broken, and I kneel in the field
to release it: suddenly I can breathe
again, and each gasp of air burns
like freedom. I am new.
—  Yarrow

amlieithog  asked:

Is the "y" in High Valyrian supposed to be a front rounded vowel, à la German ü? The wiki says it is but every time I watch the show it sounds like an unrounded vowel.

It’s supposed to be. Since I don’t get to work with the actors, I just give up. I pronounce it correctly, but it’s up to them to reproduce it correctly, and it almost never happens. At this point we’re at vis-à-vis conlang in media, we have to be satisfied with a certain level of accomplishment (e.g. that the conlang is getting used at all—and that there’s quite a bit of dialogue); perfect pronunciation is not something I can work myself up about.

I will note, though, that the phoneme /y/ from High Valyrian is one that leads to a lot of possibilities for the daughter languages. My idea is that it’s not going to last in most of the daughter languages, but it’s going to get realized in many different ways. So it may show up as [i] in one language; [ɨ] in another; [aj] in another; [ǝj] in another, etc. Kind of like what happened to Υ in Greek. Lot of mischief to be had there!

anonymous asked:

Hi there! Can we have the paladins + Allora and Coran (or just Shiro, Hunk and Coran if all of them is too many characters) reaction to accidentally seeing their s/o naked or half-naked, please? Like, they walked in on their s/o changing or getting in or out of the bath or something like that? Thanks!

I thought it’d be fun to try out these gif reactions because they can be pretty funny. If you want reactions answered like this feel free to let me know when you request. I just love the visual aspect.

~Mod Allura




Followed by his s/o asking him to leave in which this happens:





I’m Having A Really Bad Week

I don’t wanna talk about what happened. I”ll just say that sometimes it feels like I can never escape the past… The part where I did shitty things. The part where shitty things happened to me…. Somehow it always comes up again.

Messages like a funny story, or something nice, or something fandom related (anything really not just Doctor Who I love Star Trek too ya know) would be really appreciated right now.