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send me a heart to learn something about my muse!
  • ❤: does my muse consider themselves a romantic?
  • ♡: how does my muse act, consciously and/or subconsciously, around people they are romantically interested in?
  • ❥: what is my muse's ideal date?
  • ღ: how does my muse feel about displays of affection in public and/or in private?
  • 💕: how does my muse express their feelings? do they do through small but meaningful gestures, or through bold declarations?
  • 💘: how does my muse act/react when they first realize that they had a crush on somebody?
  • 💝: what would my muse consider a "perfect gift"?
  • 💓: how does my muse feel about physical intimacy?
  • 💌: how would my muse go about confessing to someone they liked? would they do it indirectly or directly, or maybe not at all?
  • 💟: what are three traits that my muse looks for in a partner?
  • 💙: how would my muse handle seeing their object of affection falling in love with someone else?
  • 💚: how does my muse feel about love? about falling in love? about being in love?
  • 💜: how long might it take for my muse to say "i love you" for the first time?
  • 💛: does my muse believe in love-at-first-sight? in soulmates? in fate?
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-Pre-calamity Link being crushed on by little kid Sidon

-Sidon being the cutest lil baby shark, getting excited every time Link comes to visit the domain and attempting to spend every possible second with him

-Sidon drawing Link pictures and bringing him random stuff like snails and crabs as gifts

-Sidon going up to his dad “Father, I’ve met my future bride!”

-King Dorephan “Who???”

- “Link!”

- “…Oh dear”

-Sidon declaring his big sister to be his love rival like an anime character

-Sidon insisting on helping Mipha make Link’s Zora armor, he mostly holds tools and materials while she works, because he thinks if two people work on the armor Link will have to choose between them

-Mipha doesn’t really take it seriously cos hes like, 12, and lets him help

-Link has no idea whats going on and thinks Sidon is just being a cute lil shark buddy, enjoys playing with him and gives him affectionate headpats

-Hundred years later, they’ve forgotten eachother only for Sidon to fall in love with him all over again

A thing I’m thinking tonight is how a lot of the current discourse seems to assume that someone must be Evil and Inhuman and Completely Incapable of Being Reasoned with in order for you to make the decision to cut them out of your life and community.

Like. It feels like a big part of the drive to declare horrible groups as having lost their status to be considered human beings is because people don’t know how to deal with humanity in the people that hurt them; humanity in people that do horrible things.

They have to be not worthy of basic human rights, they have to be not worthy of being within the rules of society, because otherwise you can’t be as cold to them as you need to be for your own safety and well-being.

So here’s a thing.

I love my dad. I believe that he loves me. And I spent *years* thinking this meant he couldn’t possibly be “really” abusing me or I couldn’t possibly be “really” that unhappy.

And my dad, my dad. My dad is a *champion* gaslighter. My dad can make you think up is down. My dad can make you apologize for that thing he did. My dad can make you question your own memory, your own judgement, your own motivations.

People compliment me sometimes, on the thorough way I construct arguments, on how meticulously I go through point by point, addressing every possible angle– and I don’t think these people know that that was the only way I ever learned how to believe my own viewpoints–was when I built my case like a lawyer and closed all the loopholes and carefully documented every single scrap of evidence so I would be sure– sure– *sure.*

And I spent so very long trying wishing for that evidence that would prove he was Really Bad or he Really Didn’t Care or he Really Intended to Hurt Me with those things he did. I had stories in my head of what would finally let me make that break, let me make him not a person, let me make him someone I didn’t love, who didn’t love me.

So here’s the thing.

You don’t need a reason other than that you’re hurting.

You don’t have to know they can’t be reasoned with to not reason with them.

You don’t have to know that they don’t deserve compassion to not offer them yours.

You don’t have to know that their motivations are evil–you don’t have to scry their intentions like tea leaves at all. You can just know that you want to be happy, and that you’re not. You can just know that what you need is incompatible with what they do.

If you’re looking for a reason to go, you can go.

And the thing is, you really *don’t* have to deny their humanity, and you definitely don’t have to abandon your own. You don’t even have to stop loving them, if you don’t want to.

There is no cruelty required to say “enough.” There is no hatred or violent offense needed to draw your line and defend it. There is no obligation from you to either love or to not love, and regardless of either, you do not have to act on it.

Their own love, their intentions, their kindnesses, their complex humanity does not buy them any part of you. You do not owe them your company, you do not owe them your time or attention or your engagement with their arguments–you do not owe them your self.

You can hate, if you want, but you do not have to.

They can be human, and complicated, and worthy of many things beyond basic human dignity, but you do not have to be the one to give those things to them.

There are a million million humans on this planet. They can be one of them.

They can be human and that’s it.

That can be all they get. They can have their life, and their choices, and their ability to be kind or cruel, to be loved or hated, to befriend of drive away. They can have every dignity that you believe that every human in this world should have, and there does not have to be a single one of them that requires you to let them hurt you, to let them hurt others, to let them have anything from you that you do not whole-heartedly want to give.

You can protect yourself. You can go after what you need.

Because you’re a human, too. And they don’t have have to acknowledge that for it to be true.

The Performative Wokeness of Dear White People

“I plan to marry me a dark-skinned sister. Have the ashiest, blackest babies possible.” Says the character of Reggie (Marques Richardson) to his group of friends as they’re taking a stroll on the campus of Winchester University, the fictional university set in the world of Dear White People. Reggie’s proclamation came during a conversation about the character of Sam’s (Logan Browning) new white boyfriend.

The statement echoes a conversation that Sam has earlier in the series with her group of friends where she says that she prefers her men like she prefers her coffee “full-bodied with preferably Keyan origins.” Prompting Muffy (Caitlin Carver) to ask Sam, in Muffy’s words, “a dumb white girl question,” why it would be racist if Muffy was to only date white men, but not racist for Sam to only date black men. Sam goes onto explain that there are parts of her identity that white men will never understand in the ways a black man could. However, Sam does eventually start dating a white guy named Gabe (John Patrick Amedori), who only after being outed on his Instagram account, does she go public with.

Sam’s relationship with a white man becomes a point of contention for many of her closest friends, sparking an ongoing discussion in the series of whether a black person can really be pro-black, while also having a white significant other.

Reggie’s politics, however, are never challenged in the same ways that Sam’s are. His declaration of love for dark-skinned women, is dead upon arrival considering that the only other thing that he is known for outside of his pro-blackness, is his crush on Sam. A light-skinned biracial woman.

Based on the 2014 movie of the same name, Dear White People is a satire set at a PWI about college campus politics through the lens of black students. The show also explores the theme of identity. How often people assume identities or have identities projected onto them that contradicts who they really are. Identities such as being“woke.”

Used to describe a person who is socially and politically conscious, the word “woke” has surged in popularity within recent years due to social media and the rise of social movements such as Black Lives Matter. But what once was a way to describe someone’s political awareness, being, or staying woke, has seemingly dissolved more into a competition of who is more educated on race and other social issues.

Performative wokeness is examined within the world of Dear White People, with episode five featuring a scene where Reggie shows off an app he created called Woke or Not. The app shows photos of students at Winchester University and with a push of a button app users can determine whether a person is woke. Or not.

Even though Dear White People pokes fun at the absurdity and arrogance that comes from people who think they have the moral authority to decide who is or isn’t woke, the show itself falls into many of the same traps that it attempts to satirize.

In an episode centered around Gabe, he’s sitting at a table surrounded by Sam and other black women while they discuss white male privilege and how women of color are often passed over for opportunities that usually end up being given to mediocre white men. While he’s silently listening on, Gabe imagines himself banging his fist against the table as he looks directly into the camera and exclaims that sometimes people actually earn the things they get and that just because he’s a white man doesn’t make him an “asshole.”

“Asshole,” of course, seems just a tad bit reductive considering that being an “asshole” in this scenario is about benefiting from a society that prioritizes average white men over hard working black women. While the narrator says that only “a tiny part” of Gabe wishes he could make such a statement, it’s still concerning that Gabe, who is supposedly enlightened on issues of racism and sexism, is secretly harboring resentment against women of color for venting their frustrations about the institutions that systematically hold them back from opportunities

Is it possible that Gabe is being used as a conduit to discuss liberal racism? After all, episode five deals with how even “good” white people can be guilty of the same racism that they like to think they’re above. But this wasn’t Gabe’s first time making racially tone deaf statements without being taken to task. In the first episode, Gabe tells Sam that he wouldn’t let his friends make her feel like she didn’t belong in his “world,” after Gabe’s first uncomfortable meeting with Sam’s friends where he made a series of half-hearted attempts at trying to relate to the struggles of black students.  

 However, the most egregious occurrence of Dear White People’s lack of self awareness about their own performative wokeness comes with their handling of discussions surrounding colorism.  

The most improved upon element from Dear White People the movie is the colorism. In the movie, the character of Coco (Teyonah Parris,) a dark-skinned black woman, existed solely as a foil to Tessa Thompson’s version of Sam, a light-skinned biracial woman. With the movie being turned into a series, we see Coco, now played by Antoinette Robertson, develop into a fleshed out, fully realized character. But even with the series upgrading on the movie’s shortcomings, even going as far as calling Sam out on her light-skin privilege, the series began developing flaws of their own in regards to its colorism.

Joelle (Ashley Blaine Featherson) outside of being Sam’s best friend, also has feelings for Reggie, the guy who has feelings for Sam. This scenario is reminiscent to a flashback scene in episode four in which Coco longingly looks on as Troy, (Brandon Bell) a guy she has feelings for, flirt with Sam. Even though in that particular situation, the scene was a part of an episode that explores Coco’s relationship to colorism and how it affects her love life, the same motivation doesn’t appear to be behind the love triangle of Sam, Joelle, and Reggie.

The fact that the only light-skinned biracial woman of the show is constantly shown as the object of affection, while the two principle dark-skinned women of the show are depicted as coveting over color struck black men who constantly overlook them for said light-skinned biracial woman is disheartening to watch.

What makes this even more disheartening, is the fact that Joelle was walking right beside Reggie, struggling to contain her smile, as he declared that he was going to “marry him a dark-skinned sister,” only later to hook up with Sam. But Joelle, nor does anyone else, call him out about how his preference doesn’t align with who we actually see him dating.

Has Dear White People found itself stuck in the same tiny confines of identity that it sought out to expose through its characters? Can the contradictions that arise within the show merely be chalked up to poor writing? Or does it prove that inconsistency will inevitably happen when trying to voice the concerns of multiple people with varying opinions? A light skin woman can not speak to the struggles of colorism that a dark skin woman faces. A white man can’t relate to the problems a black man has. And one show cannot voice the opinions of all within a community.

Crush (Loki x Reader)

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Prompt : “So you love him!”

“No! I like him! There’s a difference! In my world it’s called a crush.”

“A crush? Why a crush??”

“Well, I suppose it’s because if the other person doesn’t like you back… your - ah, heart is crushed…?”

 “Well isn’t that depressing, is it!”

The prompt was taken from @wri-ting-prompts


You couldn’t help but stare at the man sitting in front of you as he flipped a page of the book he was reading. You had your own book in front of your face to make your staring less obvious. How he could not feel your eyes making holes in his gorgeous head was beyond your understanding.

“Loki!”

Loki raised his head as his brother entered the room looking for him. He raised one of his eyebrows in question. Oh God! The things this man did to you.

“Tony, the Man of Iron, is looking for you. He is in his lab.” Thor said in his thundering voice.

Loki sighed but did indeed get up to leave. You frowned. You were looking forward to spend quite some time with Loki which mostly involved you staring at him like a creepy stalker but you would take whatever you could get at this point.

Loki’s seat was now taken by Thor who was intently staring at you. The way he was staring freaked you out.

“Thor? Is something wrong?”

Thor tilted his head a little and squinted his eyes.

“You have feelings for Loki.”

Your eyes widened.

“Wha..what? No. No. No way. I mean..” you laughed nervously “ why would you think that?”

Amazing job, (Y/N). If he had any doubts before they would have simply vanished by now.
Seeing the look on the blond God’s face, you mentally groaned.

“You were staring.” He simply stated. “You always are.”

You tried to hide your embarrassingly red face in between the pages of your book.

“Its that obvious?” you questioned already knowing the answer.

He smiled at you.

“I know everyone thinks he is evil considering he did destroy half of New York but the Loki I have been around isn’t like that. He is sweet. He makes me laugh. Whenever I am around him, its like nothing can go wrong. And he reads. Now, how often do you find a guy like that?” You rambled.

So you love him!’’ He shouted.

No! I like him!” You liked Loki. Definitely.  But love still had a long way to go.

Your declaration was met with a confused Thor.

There’s a difference. In our world, it’s called a crush.”

A crush? Why a crush?

Well, I suppose if the other person doesn’t like you back….your — uh, heart gets crushed..?” You shrugged.

Thor frowned.

That is just depressing.

Don’t I know it.

“You should tell him, (Y/N).”

You opened your mouth to respond but was cut off by someone entering the room.

“Tell what to whom?” Loki questioned.

“I was telling (Y/N) to declare her feelings to the man she likes.”  You stared open mouthed at Thor and missed Loki’s glance towards you.

“Right now I declare that I want to kill someone.” You said while glaring at the man sitting in front of you.

Thor ignored your statement and got up to leave. “Oh, and Loki. Please stop crushing her. “

You dropped your head in your hands hoping the sofa you sat on would just swallow you out of existence.

Loki sat beside you and on not getting any response from you , he nudged you.

“I am highly embarrassed right now so, we would have to talk like this. That is, if you want to talk.”

“Of course I want to. Spending time with you is my only highlight of the day.”

You could swear that your heart stopped.

You looked up at him.

“So, who is the man who has your heart?” he questioned.

“Someone I know my friends would not approve of. But with him around everything is just better, you know? He makes me feel special.”

Loki looked away from you.

“I don’t think he feels the same about me.”

He gave you half a smile and said, “Well, you are special. And he would be a fool not to feel the same way, not to cherish you.”

You were pretty sure that your heart would pop out of your chest any moment now. Well, then you could give your heart to Loki, literally.

You took a deep breath.

It was now or never.

“It’s you.”
You couldn’t bring yourself to even look at him. Oh, the irony.

“Me?”

“Considering you are someone who reads a lot, you are kinda dumb.” You rolled your eyes. “Yes, you.”

Silence.

Your throat went dry and your eyes burned. You felt like crying. At least he could say something. But even without words you had got your answer.

“I think I have embarrassed myself enough today”, you swallowed the lump in your throat,” so I am gonna go.”

“Stay. Please.” He took your hands in his and met your eyes with his own.

“I..uh, I never thought I could find someone for me. Everything I ever wanted was given to Thor because he was the worthy one. I did not believe that. You have helped since the day I have come here. You would choose to spend more time with me than Thor. It was the first time anyone chose me over my brother. But this time I do believe that I am not worthy of you. I am not worthy of your love, (Y/N).”

“Don’t you think that’s for me to decide?” you asked.

You brought your face closer to his and brushed your lips against his giving him a chance to pull away.

He did not.

You kissed him and he responded before you two pulled away to breathe.

“I choose you, Loki. I will always choose you.”

Sunny Disposition

Summary: Dean has a hard time believing that the reader is a hunter because of her sunny disposition.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,597

A/N: This is for @ilostmyshoe-79‘s Sweet Emotions Challenge. My prompt is Optimistic.


“What would you like to order, handsome?”

“Two slices of your finest pie, sweetheart. One apple and one cherry.” Dean requests with a lick of his lips, handing over his menu to the voluptuous waitress.

“Between you and me…I won’t tell if you make the pieces a little bigger than usual.”

“It will be our little secret.” She promises with a wink, before slinking away with a swivel in her hips.

“I don’t want pie.” Sam interrupts, making Dean unwillingly tear his eyes away from the waitress’s plump ass.

“It’s for Garth. The last time we worked together, he tried stealing a bite of my pie and I nearly shot him. The dork is getting his own this time.” Dean declares with a huff, his grumpiness getting worse by the second.

“I see.” Sam awkwardly shifts in his seat and it makes Dean squint his eyes suspiciously.

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why zuko had to screw up at ba sing se

[ or: all hail cognitive-dissonance-lord zuko ]

When I watched Avatar for the first time, I did it totally out of order. The first episode I saw was Cave of Two Lovers, I watched the finale before Western Air Temple, and the first episode was one of the last I saw. I was mostly at the mercy of the whims of Nickelodeon’s Saturday morning marathons.

So I knew from almost the beginning that Zuko (spoiler alert) was going to grow his hair out and switch sides, and I knew it happened mid book 3. Watching Crossroads of Destiny, then, was a totally different experience. When Azula gave him the ultimatum, I knew which side he’d choose, and I was so frustrated and angry. I wanted Zuko to be good already, dammit. After all of the development and the “metamorphosis” he’d gone through only a few episodes ago, I was convinced that his mistake in CoD was in there purely for shock value (and for me, knowing how it ended, I didn’t even get to experience that) and to draw out the angst. I was bitter because I felt cheated out of a half season’s worth of Redeemed!Zuko hanging out with the gaang. (It’s also worth mentioning that I was like 12.)

But now I know I was completely wrong. Whenever I try to think about what would have happened with the rest of the series if Zuko had sided with Aang instead of Azula, it just doesn’t work. Zuko needed to make that mistake in the crystal catacombs, and I can’t imagine his story without it.

Zuko developed a lot as a character through his travels in the Earth Kingdom up until his moment of truth under Ba Sing Se. He was rejected by his father, who sent Azula to imprison him and put out wanted posters that permitted anyone to kill him on site. He experienced true poverty and saw first-hand the horrible effects of the Fire Nation’s war. He’s been on his own. And, at last, he even gave up his search for the Avatar for a little while– not because realized it was wrong, but because realized it was hopeless.

But let’s think for a minute about what it would have meant for Zuko to side with the Avatar and fight Azula in Ba Sing Se. It would have made him a traitor. To side with Aang would be not only to acknowledge that the war was unjust and the fire nation the oppressor, but it would also be to actively fight against his own nation. And, implicitly, it would mean acknowledging the truth that his father did not and would never want him back. Zuko, at the end of Book 2, has had many experiences that point directly to these truths and in light of them, Zuko siding with the Avatar doesn’t seem that far-fetched. In fact, it was what a lot of people watching for the first time expected.

Here’s the catch: even though Zuko had had all of these experiences, he hadn’t yet processed them and fit them all together to form their logical conclusions. Sure, he knew the horrors the Fire Nation had committed in its war for prosperity, but he still wouldn’t have denounced his nation ; he knew that his father had declared him a traitor and sent Azula to lock him up, but he wouldn’t have admitted at that point that his father would never love or accept him and preferred him dead. Zuko pre-redemption is the king of cognitive dissonance. He has a lot at stake with the processing of all of these experiences—basically, his entire world-view. Somewhere in his mind, he knew that trying to reconcile what he saw in the Earth Kingdom with his current world-view could easily bring everything he knew and considered sacred crashing down around him. And there was one thing in particular that Zuko would protect at all costs; one truth that has been at the center of his world and forefront of his mind ever since his banishment — that he had a home to return to and there was a place for him within it, that if he just didn’t screw up for once everything would be okay again. This is the one thing Zuko clings to throughout his entire banishment, despite all the evidence and logic to the contrary, because if this one truth falls away what does he have left?

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Reasons Herbs May Not Work

It breaks my heart when I see people give up on herbs too easily.

More and more people are turning to herbs because there is a growing disappointment with using pharmaceuticals for chronic illness.

Many people are getting fed up with taking a pill that never really cures their illness and gives them awful side effects. Maybe they are concerned about acetaminophen giving their young child asthma (1) or they see the growing evidence about the risks associated with statins (2) and they say enough is enough!

From this moment forward they vow to never resort to drugs again and instead try a more natural and holistic approach thus leading them to the world of herbs and herbalism.

But sometimes their love affair with herbalism is stopped short.

They reach for the closest herb book, try a few remedies and then declare that the herbs don’t work! They tried using horehound for coughing with no relief. They tried meadowsweet for their headache to no avail.

They begin to wonder, “Are herbalists a bunch of delusional wood fairies touting the miracles of something that never works?”

As much as I would love to be considered a wood fairy, I’ll have to say no, this is not the case. I’ve seen herbs work hundreds of times. I’ve seen them work for serious infections as well as serious chronic diseases. I’ve seen them work when modern medicine failed.

Yes, herbs work!

I want to share a handful of reasons why herbs might not work in a given situation.

1. Improper dosing (either too little or too much)

When buying over the counter drugs like NyQuil or Tylenol, they come in a package that is clearly marked with the dosage instructions. Generally these are very simple instructions. “Adults take 2 tablets, three times daily.”

Herbs don’t always come with directions. If you buy bulk herbs the dosing instructions are absent entirely. If you buy a tincture or a bottle of capsules the dosage listed on the bottle has most likely been chosen by the FDA’s labeling mandates and not by an herbalist.  

I am not going to lie to you. Dosage in the herbal world is confusing.

In herbalism dosage varies from person to person, from plant to plant and from preparation to preparation.

A 15 minute infusion of a teaspoon of nettle leaf will not extract the same vitamins and minerals as a four-hour infusion of an ounce of nettle leaf in a quart of water.

A few drops of lobelia tincture can promote relaxation. A strong cup of lobelia tea could make you vomit.

One way I commonly see dosages being flubbed in herbalism is people using small amounts of tonic/adaptogen herbs in tincture, versus the traditional use of large amount of tonic/adaptogen herbs as decoctions or powders. (As always go with what works, but if you aren’t getting the results you’d expect after taking 5 drops of ashwanganda tincture twice a day, consider your dose!)

Frequency of dosing can also be an issue. During acute illnesses we generally use slightly smaller amounts but with more frequency. I may take elderberry elixir 1-2 times each hour at the onset of an illness for example. General recommendations are to take herbs 3 times a day, but that won’t cut it for acute illness.

2. Low quality plant material

Herbs often don’t come with an expiration date. Quality can also vary significantly and will suffer greatly if the herbs have been improperly harvested or improperly processed.

Plants decay. They simply go bad. The rate at which they do this varies significantly from plant to plant. If you’ve just pulled a bag of herbs from your back shelf and had to blow off an inch of dust… well, they are probably not at their prime.

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There’s something I’d like to say about Oscar Wilde. First of, Wilde used to be my favourite writer throughout my teens and he still holds a special place in my heart. Back when it was still possible, I even went to Paris and placed a rose at his grave. That’s how much I adore Wilde. I’m sure he did some problematic stuff. I actually know he did. He was a Victorian after all. But there’s this one thing that keeps happening over and over and I’d like to see it stop. “Oh my god, Oscar Wilde was so sexist.” That. That right there. I see this backed up with quotes like, “Women are a decorative sex. They never have anything to say, but they say it charmingly.” I also see this quote and other sexist quotes attributed directly to Oscar Wilde on websites and such. But please, consider this:

Oscar Wilde never said this. You know who said this? Lord Henry Wotton did. “Who exactly is Lord Henry Wotton?”, you might ask. Well, Lord Henry Wotton is a character from Wilde’s novel The Picture of Dorian Gray, published in 1891. He is an important character and you should really read the novel if you want to know more about this, but the question is: Are we supposed to like Wotton? Many modern readers sure do. They love him. He is portrayed by Colin Firth in the 2009 film adaption and shown to be the real hero of the film (this is very different in the book. Just saying in case you only know the film). Truth is, I think you’re not supposed to like him. He is sexist. He talks about rebelling against society but he never does, just tells his friends to and watches whilst they crash and burn. And he is safe, never risking anything, never stepping out of line. There’s a subtle irony to whatever he says and does and I don’t think it was lost on Wilde’s fellow Victorians as it is lost on most modern readers.

Lord Henry Wotton, witty Henry Wotton who everyone seems to adore these days with his sexist comments and boasting personality is not supposed to be liked at all. I’m pretty sure a lot of interpretations of his character tell you exactly that – whatever he says in these books, whatever he does, the advice he gives leads to absolute catastrophe in the end. Lord Henry is not supposed to be taken seriously and actually listened to. And yet I see him quoted all the time and – worse – I see his quotes attributed to Oscar Wilde as though he said these things, as though he really believed them, when in fact he never did. We, as modern readers, read Dorian Gray differently from how Victorians read it. Society changes, it’s perfectly normal. But I think this is well worth knowing before we go: “Ugh, Oscar Wilde was such a misogynist.” He was very much not.

I don’t want this post to continue on forever, so let’s just look at some stuff: When Oscar Wilde became the editor of the Lady’s World magazine, he renamed it Woman’s World and instead of just writing about fashion as the magazine did before, he added articles about politics, culture and the likes. Topics that in Victorian England were thought to be too much for a woman’s mind, topics that were not thought of as women’s topics at all. Wilde, along with his wife Constance, also was an advocate of rational dress – meaning dress that didn’t endanger women’s health and lives. Oscar Wilde lost both his half-sisters when their impractical, wide skirts caught fire during a party and they burned to death, so I guess he knew what he was talking about here.

And Lord Henry Wotton’s quotes? I guess it’s safe to say that Wilde fully intended each and every thing Lord Henry says to be utter rubbish. Victorian England was sexist and Lord Henry Wotton is supposed to be a mirror of that exact society – Wilde however (who never fit in himself) held a mirror up to exactly that society. The whole of Dorian Gray is actually just Wilde saying: “This is you, this is our society and this is what it does to people.” And Victorians understood that. There’s a reason Dorian Gray was harshly criticised after it was published and contrary to popular belief it was not just about the homosexual subtext (which also plays into Wilde’s critique of Victorian society as a whole) but also about how Wilde was not playing by the rules of Victorian society which made the book “immoral” in the eyes of many a reader.

So before going and declaring Oscar Wilde a big old misogynist maybe consider this and consider too that the sexist quotes you can find attributed to Wilde were actually said by his characters and meant to criticise the exact thing modern readers accuse Wilde of. There’s this lovely quote (this time by Wilde himself) about how Lord Henry Wotton is how people see him, Basil Hallward is how he sees himself and Dorian Gray is what he would like to be – in other ages perhaps. And we still make that mistake today: We take Lord Henry Wotton to be a carbon copy of Oscar Wilde himself when in fact the two are nothing alike. And I think people should know this. Oscar Wilde is often mistaken as some kind of air-headed, shallow hedonist, when in fact he was highly critical of his own society and its morals which led to his spectacular downfall only a few years after Dorian Gray was published.

I’m pretty sure all of this has been said before and said better than I ever could too but it’s been bothering me lately. I saw Wilde being misquoted and people holding up Lord Henry Wotton as some kind of witty, lovable character a lot lately and this just feels so wrong. I could say so much more but this is already too long so I’ll stop right here. Please note that I’m no literary critic, I’m a historian who really loves Wilde and researched him, his works and his significance to Victorian society and social changes a lot. I’m no literary critic but I know this: Authors and their characters are not the same thing, they’re not interchangeable. Characters are more like tools writers use to communicate messages. Lord Henry Wotton is not Oscar Wilde. Lord Henry Wotton is Wilde’s tool to criticise Victorian society and I think it’s a shame that so many people keep misreading this. 

My Professor. (1/?)

-Hanbin x Reader (Professor!Hanbin)

-1 | 2 | 3 | 4

-It was universally known that friend with benefit between best friends would be a chaotic ride from the start till the heartbreak of either one or both party. No one says anything about being in one with your dear professor…

-What is this? I don’t know what this is… hahahaha 🙃🙃🤔😏 Read it and decide for yourself. (then maybe let me know what this is haha…Sigh, I need help.)

-Rated M for language, mention of sex (secretly rated B for bullshit 😏)

-S/O to @7n13bang for being MVP AF for requesting and read through 2 (soon 3) novel sized pieces of my shitty ass writing. 

-M.List 

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jolting awake from a sudden thunderous bang in the pin drop quietness of the lecture hall, you raise your head up angrily and stare up still in a daze. Your hands rub your eyes sluggishly to rid them of the leftover blurriness of sleep before trying your best to locate the source of the disturbance. Looking around the room, a few frustrating expressions pair with the scribbling sound of pencils on exam papers, you concluded that you had for once not slept pass the ending of the class. Finally, your eyes land on a boy 5 rows in front of you who’s nervously picking up his textbook, apologizing profusely to the 20 pairs of eyes glaring daggers his way.

Fucking Brian, always with his clumsiness.

A low grunt escapes your lips as you glare down toward the flustered boy nervously pushing his textbook underneath the ugly blue plastic chair of the rundown lecture hall with his foot. Now, normally you’re not so uptight that you’d be cussing someone out for an accident. It happens, especially during a high stress period like midterm week. However, what he did just now cost you one of the most amazing dream ever, or dirtiest… or maybe you need holy water kind of dream, depends on who’s talking. 

Dozing off in class wasn’t a rare occurrent for you. Math has always been one of those subject that comes to you without much struggle which leaves plenty of time for day dreaming about nighttime activities. Actually, what is a rare occurrent would be you attending class. Sign up for a late class, your best friend had said, it’d be easier to get to class since you’re already awake, he said. No chance of being late to class from oversleeping. Well he was right about the not being late to class part. You can’t technically be late if you never bother with showing up to begin with. What a load of bullshit. If anything, the tiredness built upon itself and by 4 o’clock, your body physically give up. Regret welcomes you in its cold embrace every single time you drag your feet across the grossly worn out, stains filled carpet of the 100 years old math building. If it wasn’t regret, it’d be the constant stress to your poor heart every time it creaks from the settling cold of dusk. You wouldn’t be surprise to see it completely in ruined one of these day. Honestly, how is the building even in function still. 

Having nothing better to do after finishing the exam early, you resorted to your usual activity during class time. As much as you enjoy the thrill of solving problems, sitting through a 2 hours lecture just isn’t your thing, even worse when there’s nothing to do after an exam. You lost count of how many people that had asked why you even bother showing up to class just to fall asleep 5 minutes into the lesson.

“Oh, they threaten me if i don’t start showing up to class, i’d get academic probation. Plus they say they’re considering kicking me off the cheer squad so you know, sleep here sleep at home… it’s the same shit.”

That was one of those lie you told so often it’s slowly becoming the truth. You could be strap onto a lie detector right now and neither will you sweat nor blink. What choice do you have but to deceive everyone. Plus, it’s not even that important of a lie, white lie even. If you told them the real reasons, probation would be the last thing you’d need to worry about. It’s not as if you can publicly declare your love for the hot professor. Actually, that in itself isn’t really the problem, 70%-99% of his students secretly mentally undress him during class anyways, boys and girls alike. 

Seriously, who wouldn’t. 

Being one of those genius kid that had everything figured out by the time they graduated high school, he’s barely even 4 years older than you with a Master and a Phd. under his belt with a fancy job at a prestigious university. Towering over most at nearly 6 ft, he pretty much stands out in any crowd. Even if his intimidating height doesn’t do its job, his impressive look will take care of the rest. Despite being a professor, he looks anything but with perfectly sculpted face, even better figure, and a fashion sense that shamed even models. He pretty much could be standing there reciting the phonebook and it’d somehow be interesting. 

The problem itself is that you actually acted upon your desire when the opportunities arisen a few months back. Well, that opportunity wasn’t just a simple heat of the moment thing but rather months of intense push and pull, suppressing and wanting to unleash a fury of unimaginable desires on each other. But let’s leave that tale for a later date. 

Staring up at the center of your deepest darkest secret, you muster up a sleepy smile when your eyes meet his. He had been busily grading away at his desk while simultaneously proctoring the exam before now, looking ravishingly stunning under the rare appearance of his oversized brown tortoise specs. A playful smirk rests upon your mouth without your knowledge, tongue breaching its barrier for a slow sensual meeting with the lower lip. He often wears contacts, only busting out the glasses whenever he knew he needed to get on your good side.  

You’ve never meant for this little preference to be made known, much less to Hanbin. Late night spend in his office in reality is much less exhilarating than what one would anticipates of a willing single lady and an open available man lock in a room, wee hours of the darkness with nothing else but the quiet cricket of night as companions. He had been on the 3rd pile of paper scribbling away furiously with a few disappointing sigh. It had only been the first exam of the quarter and already, stress bestowed upon the poor professor. His brows furrowed in frustration of where could he have gone wrong that resulted in such detrimental way to the class learning curve. A soft “God” slipped through his lips like the most dainty of wind rushing through the leaves. Your heart ached for the young professor blaming himself for the lack of the class. Seconds of sympathy turned into minutes of absentmindedly staring at how his hair no longer holding its shape but rather flopping over in evident of a exhausted long day. Even with the guilt of not being able to do more to help him coursing through your blood vessels, you couldn’t stop the primal calling of the pooling heat in between your legs. 

His svelte fingers rubbing his brows vexingly as his head twisted in discomfort. Judging from the amount of red blooming on the page, it had to be one of the stoner kid that’s even worse at showing up to class than you are. When he wasn’t nibbling gently on his knuckles, his teeth would be busy gnawing away at the redden abused lips, rolling and licking them to smithereens. You let your attention engulfed in the slight sheen on those high cheekbones, eyes lingering along the sharp jawline that had definitely had every girl in the department wishing they could trace them with their tongue. His jet black locks messily draped over the peeking undercut, no longer sinfully neat from the constant ruffle of his hand rummaging through in disappointment. A near moan-like sigh escaped your lips when his index effortlessly push the oversized pair of glasses up the bridge of his noise, tugging it gently by the end piece. Hanbin is undeniably handsome, that’s for sure. But God forbid how immorally good he looks with his specs on, playing into his part as a professor so damn well. Unknowingly, your legs less than inconspicuously crossed over themselves, clumsily rubbing hard knocking the underside of his desk a few times, begging for any sort of friction. All from the way his glasses framing his ethereal face so perfectly. You had been so lost within the mesmerizing view that you nearly lost your soul from the sudden rasp of his voice.

“Baby girl, what are you doing over there?” Checking in on you was something he had always done. Even grading get rough and tedious so you provide the right amount of distraction for a quick break.

“H-Homework…” You stuttered out in an almost incoherent mess, chest heaving, breaths steadily rising. Heart rapidly drumming against your ribcage out of shock.

“How’s that going?” He sighed, a slight smirk nestled itself on his lips.

“Uh-Uhm. Good!” You shamelessly stared at the busy man in front of you that was sparing you no glance. He continued with jotting down comments, circling mistakes.

“Are you working on art?”

“Huh? No. Physics.” For once, you wished for nothing more but for him to return to ignoring you, leave  you to your day dream. You whimpered pathetically, losing command over all your senses.

“Judging from the way you’ve been absentmindedly doodling circles on your paper, I’d have guessed it’s a kindergarten art assignment for learning shapes. But hey! What do I know, right?” Not even one single second spared. He didn’t even look up while cooly making his observation. “Then again, I could be wrong. I think your legs are busy doing something else though.” His tone remained as calm as ever. As if he was just making a passing comments on how pretty the night sky was, not the fact that you were pleasuring yourself off the jaw-dropping sight of him hard working. “Or should I teach you some anatomy lesson right now. We’ll start with picking up your slacken jaws off the floor…” Finally, that haughty, mischievous expression graced itself on his features, his eyes glanced upward just enough to witness all the color disappeared from your skin. 

“C-Can you blame me though? It’s late and I-we should be in bed by now” You somehow managed to still be the least bit sassy while throwing down your pen after the mortifying realization that he was right. Atop your free body diagram a jumble of scribbles and circles layered themselves in no particular order. Your hands immediately went to press down your awkward legs in hope of controlling your dampen core. You bit your cheek out of pure embarrassment, physically impossible to look his way. You must’ve looked so stupid drooling over him with your mouth gaped wide open while drawing random shit on your homework.

“Is that so? I did said you don’t need to keep me company when I grade exam. You can go home first…” Clearly amusing himself from watching you suffer, he quipped playfully.

“No… I’ll stay.” You insisted, wincing a bit from a particularly hard chomp against on your own lip.

“You’re way too distracted today. What is it? Is it because I’m ignoring you?” He halted his movement, right hand placed over his left matter of factly. You tried your best remaining still in your seat, eyes glancing around, sweating like a sinner in church.“Hmm, that’s not it. I’ve ignored you for weeks before when my folks came to town. I bet it’s not my clothes either. You’ve seen me in these slacks plenty of times…” You swallowed hard, fingers nervously tapping on your thigh. He eyed you up and down, inside out, left to right with an inquisitive note to his burning gaze. 

“Ah…” Like the devil had just thrusted himself upon the man lost in thought in the mere microsecond it took you to blink. A wave of indiscernible mix of ego and arrogance submerged him in its toxic lake, darkening the light in his star filled eyes with lust. You felt lost gazing in those blown out pool of brown, feeling its seductive calling drawing you closer to losing yourself. You tried to resist but like a spell bound fool, you found yourself wandering further into his embrace. 

The sudden shift in mood had you sinking into your seat as if it could somehow eject you out of the thick tension of the room that was overworking your lungs with harsh gasps. Curiosity burned away and contentment bursting out with life like a phoenix reborn from ashes, his eyes still following you closely, latching onto the way yours darted between the collar bones peek-a-booing beneath the unbuttoned collar of his disheveled button up and his face. An all too familiar grin spread across those plump hot lips of his, a smuggest of a smirk. 

“So. My baby girl got a thing for glasses huh… Why didn’t you said so in the first place.” He leaned back into his chair, legs spread wide as if daring you to perch atop them. With a swift motion of his finger, you hopped out of your seat and straight to his side as if you just won the lottery. 

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♡ Preferences #3: How the guys react if you’ve died/been fatally injured - REQUESTED ♡

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Y’ALL I CRIED WHILE WRITING THIS THIS IS NOT OKAY

Jon Snow: Jon Snow would be completely distraught, refusing to accept that you’ve died/are dying. He would hold you close and cry in the crook of your neck, refusing to let you go. He ignores anyone saying things like “He/She’s in a better place now”, or “You have to let him/her go”. He can’t believe the love of his life is gone, and stays cooped up in his chambers for weeks on end, and ignores anybody who tries to speak with him, and often loses his temper very quickly, and shouts at anyone who pesters him. He never really lets go, or comes to the terms that you’re dead, and still often thinks about you, especially when he prays in the Godswood long after your death.

Originally posted by theskyreflect

Robb Stark: Robb Stark would be a complete wreck if you’re dead/dying. He holds your hand and cries, not caring of his bannermen see him being ‘weak’. He refuses to leave you alone while a maester is taking care of you, and once you’ve died he becomes a train wreck of emotions. He feels distraught that you’ve died under his care, and is angry at himself because he feels as if he wasn’t there to protect you when you needed him most. He shouts at everyone who tries to calm him, and tries to take his emotions by using his sword to slash trees, imaging the tree is the person/thing that caused your death. He blames himself for the longest time, and spends hours on end in the Godswood revising memories of the two of you, as it’s the only place he can cry freely without being interrupted/seen. He only lets his mother, Catelyn, and Grey Wind comfort him. As much as he tries, he is hardly motivated to carry on his duties as King in the North, and sends your body to be buried in the Winterfell crypts, despite the fact it’s only meant for Starks that have died.

Originally posted by mystery-fan99

Jaime Lannister: Jaime Lannister is paralysed in shock. He can’t come to terms in the fact that you’re dead/dying. When he does overcome his initial shock, he’s a wreck, blaming himself for not being able to protect you, which he believes was his duty. He does not cry, but is instead angry at those around him, especially Cersei who constantly waves it off as nothing, saying things like “He/She wasn’t even worth your attention”, and Tywin who thinks it’s foolish and says it’s a display of weakness. The only people who he doesn’t lose his temper with is probably Tyrion and Brienne, who do their best to comfort him during his time of depression and alienation. As you’re dying, he holds your hand and kisses your forehead, telling you everything is going to be alright, still believing you can be saved, only to be crushed once you’re pronounced dead. He orders the High Septon that you’re to be buried in the Sept of Baelor, and refuses to listen to anyone who tells him that it’s not right.

Originally posted by dreamsaddictedfangirl

Khal Drogo: Khal Drogo is enraged as you’re dying. He drops to his knees and holds you to him, trying his best to be gentle to not hurt you even more, and constantly says things such as “It will be okay, moon of my life”, or “Just hold on, everything will be fine”, not caring if his bloodriders hear him. Whenever somebody tells him he looks weak to his khalasar, he rages on, and doesn’t care how important they are as he beats them senseless. After you’ve died, he refuses to take any woman into his bed, and refuses to seek help from anyone, and instead isolates himself from his bloodriders, and usually goes out to hunt as a way to try and cope with your death, and not look weak in front of his khalasar, fearing his bloodriders will attempt to kill him and declare themselves khal instead. After you’ve died, he burns your body in a large tomb, as it is Dothraki tradition, and considered terrible dishonour not to burn the dead. After your body is burned, however, he keeps your ashes, and when he is alone, he talks as if you’re there with him, refusing to let go the moon of his life.

Originally posted by vampires-epic-love

Petyr Baelish: Petyr is in shock. He has never really experienced real love prior to you, and you’re the only person who he hasn’t used for political gain, so he doesn’t know to react when he finds out that you’re dying. He’s so used to brushing asides one’s death, and he’s afraid to show others his weakness as he fears they’ll use it against him, but he doesn’t care, and instead refuses to any advisors telling him that your death is inevitable. He’s with you day and night as you’re dying, refusing the maester to give you milk of the poppy, as he can’t come to terms that you’ll die, and instead sits by your bed, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and talks about all the things you’ll do once you’re better. When you’re dead, he doesn’t physically cry, but instead ignores all his plans and doesn’t bother talking to anyone, and instead mopes around for weeks on end. He is hardly motivated to do anything, and ignores anybody mocking him about being depressed about your death. For the longest time, he doesn’t wear his smirk anymore, and doesn’t have his famous glint about his eyes. He instead has a weary, haunted look about his eyes, and visits your altar all the time, and thinks about all the pleasant memories he has with you.

Originally posted by jonnyandthekits

Tormund Giantsbane: Tormund is at loss for words when he finds out that you’re dying, and hugs you close to him, refusing to let you ago, even after you’ve died. He’s never cared for anybody like he has you, and holds on to you for as long as he can as you’re the only true love he’s ever known. After you’ve died, he blames himself for not being able to protect you, and is ever rarely as playful as he once was, and stops teasing the ones around him for a long time. He refuses to follow wildling tradition of burning their dead, and instead has you buried in the North’s ancient barrows, and every so often he brings flowers to your altar, and still talks to you. He especially likes to visit after battle, to remind you that he’s okay, and that he misses you being by his side.

Originally posted by goofyredpanda

Sandor Clegane: Sandor Clegane is livid, mostly angry at himself for not being able to do his duty and protect you. He refuses to leave you as you’re dying, and threatens any maester who suggests giving you milk of the poppy, and he doesn’t care about a couple of angry tears rolling down his cheeks, as he doesn’t know any other way to react, as he’s never cared for anyone’s death beside his mother’s. He’s never had love in his life, and is even more upset when people talk after your death, and often takes his anger out on them, usually hitting or beating them when they try to insult you, as he doesn’t care when people mock him but refuses to let anyone insult you, as you were the light of his life. He often visits your tomb in the Sept of Baelor, and after your death he tries to numb his emotions by drinking, though it makes him even more depressed.

Originally posted by mystery-fan99

Jorah Mormont: Jorah Mormont falls into a deep depression after your death. Once he finds out that you’re dying, he cries, and refuses to let you go, holding you close and whispering sweet nothings in your ear, constantly repeating “I love you, don’t leave me, please”. He doesn’t believe that you’ll die, even when you tell him it’s inevitable, and once you’ve passed, he’s an emotional wreck. He blames himself that he wasn’t there to protect you, and ignores all his duties, even to Daenerys, and goes into a numb trance, and feels completely alone and lost, despite having so many people around him, as you were the only one that made him feel loved, especially after his father exiled him and his family refused him. He refuses to throw out your things, and keeps your clothes, jewellry and possessions in a box as keepsake, ignoring anyone that tells him it’s a waste of time keeping it with him. He doesn’t let anyone burn your body, and instead has a tomb made for you, and visits all the time with flowers and small gifts to honour you.

Originally posted by driedmoat

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i’m in love with a girl i hate (she enjoys, pointing out every bad thing about me)

this is… the drama club AU. i honestly have no idea how to summarize this without giving stuff away so you know what?? YOU should read this and send me a summary!! (you don’t have to but it could be fun who knows) ANYHOOZLE heads up this is not a one shot,, this is chapter one (6.6k words, just sayin) of what i’m gonna call the drama club AU. jake and amy are here, this is a peraltiago AU,, the squad’s all there so just roll with this!!

(title from She’s A Lady by Forever the Sickest Kids)


“This is gonna be your what- hundredth school production?” Kylie snorts over the phone. “You might actually act yourself to death if you keep doing this.”

“It’s fun, Kylie. Memorizing lines, bringing joy to an audience-”

“You mean getting standing ovations and praise, or approval of some kind?” Kylie interjects without a moment’s hesitation. “Amy, I may have moved to a new school district, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten your validation craving ass.”

Amy huffs, but it’s light-hearted and lacking any sort of malice, because Kylie is absolutely right. She yearns for approval, especially when it comes from authority figures, people she respects, etc.

“Fine. I guess I do love all of that. But even if I hated acting, I’m attached to the club at this point. I wouldn’t leave.”

“Ah, Jake Peralta must’ve finally grown on you-”

“Shut up! He’s unbearable!”

If Amy were forced to pick one aspect of theatre she found the most tiring, insufferable, vexing, and draining to experience- it would be Jake. Hands down. She wouldn’t even have to consider it. Jake Peralta is annoying, full of himself, tells stupid jokes, and oh yeah- they’re enemies, something mutually declared since elementary school.

“Lies, lies, lies,” Kylie drawls sultrily. “Surely years of playing lovers doth drawn you close?”

Amy groans into the receiver to express her disgust as dramatically as possible. “No- no no no no no! That doesn’t even make sense!”

High school brought upon a mysterious phenomenon that was an absolute curse to Amy. For the past three years, Jake and Amy have been cast as lovers in every single school production they’ve acted in. That’s right– Every. Single. One. Their director Raymond Holt insists he’s not doing it on purpose- they are apparently the only actors in the club exhibiting the right chemistry to portray lovers.

This knowledge appalls them both, but it’s a good thing playing romantic counterparts usually comes with lead roles. Everyone loves a good romance, but no one loves love more than their scriptwriter, Terry Jeffords, whom they mostly refer to as Terry. Terry makes a living playing in the NFL, writing plays for their school as a hobby. He’s an alumni student with a knack for language, and a degree in theater studies to back it up. His plays are witty and poetic, but most significantly riddled with romance and thus he always has his main characters fall in love with each other.

“Come on- it’s got to mean something if they keep casting the two of you as a couple. And don’t give me that enemy crap- enemies hardly talk to each other, and they definitely don’t play lovers on stage.”

“Hey, we have no say in the casting! And I wish he wouldn’t talk to me- we’re not friends, and we never will be.”

Kylie pauses, withholding response to ponder over this. Amy was being unnecessarily hostile regarding Jake- sure they were ‘enemies’, but Kylie would actually categorize their relationship as more of an off-and-on friendship.

Of course, they were nothing but vicious to each other before high school– Jake and Amy used to go head to head for lead characters, and considered the other their biggest competitor when it came to casting. Director Holt always made sure there was no bias in his scripts, giving rise to gender neutral roles that meant Jake and Amy were always on equal footing to fight over main characters.

That was the most stark similarity about them- their competitiveness. But their shared competitiveness was matched with passion and talent, putting the two of them among Director Holt’s favorites. Eventually, he started casting them as romantic counterparts- whether this was a ploy to force Jake and Amy to overcome their differences was something only the man himself would know.

In short, Jake and Amy’s relationship became more amicable after they started high school, although they often clash resulting in bouts of annoyance and resentment (usually caused by Jake and experienced by Amy).

Kylie’s point is– Amy doesn’t get this mad and insistent about Jake and her being enemies unless he does something to majorly piss her off, which leads her to believe…

“He made one of those ‘title of your sex tape’ jokes again, didn’t he?”

“I’m hanging up.” This means Kylie is a hundred percent right.

“Hey, calm down! They’re a little funny.”

“How could you be on his side?”

“I’m not! Maybe…” Kylie smirks. “Those 'jokes’ are his way of saying he wants to have se-”

GOODBYE, KYLIE.

She hangs up for real after that.

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These two scenes parallel each other, but the mood is entirely different!

Originally posted by jupiter2

I rewatched both of these scenes again. Jon is definitely following in Ned’s footsteps here but the mood for these scenes are entirely different from one another. Ned’s reaction is anger/annoyance at Littlefinger implying that his wife would be at a brothel. He wanted to hurt Littlefinger but he had no intention of actually choking him to death. Jon’s reaction is straight up visceral rage. One can even say that it was animalistic. It took every single ounce of self-control that Jon could muster to not kill Littlefinger on the spot. We get this strong reaction from Jon all because Littlefinger said that he loved Sansa like her mother. Granted, Jon has plenty of reasons to be pissed off at Littlefinger. I mean he did sell Sansa to the Boltons and has been manipulating her for years. But if you are comparing what Littlefinger said to Ned verse what he said to Jon who do you think should have had the more violent reaction?

My vote is for Ned considering the fact that Catelyn was his wife/lover and Littlfinger was implying that she would be safest at a brothel. At this moment Jon doesn’t know about his parentage but he reacted so violently over a declaration of love over his “sister.” Not a lover or his wife but his “sister!” Gosh, even the music in Jon’s scene with Littlefinger is so TELLING!! The music is so deadly and matches the fierceness and straight up rage that Jon is projecting. Jon’s choking of Littlefinger makes Ned’s choking look TIMID!!

Is Jon in love with Sansa when he chokes Littlefinger? I’m not sure. What I am sure about is that Jon feels something incredibly deep for Sansa that goes beyond brotherly love and affection. Probably something he doesn’t understand himself. Yeah fam, you can’t look at that scene and say that it’s just brotherly love or Jon is just being protective. Especially when you compare it to Ned’s scene with Littlefinger.

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Ravenclaw! Jungkook | moodboard 

“Jungkook was considered a true hatsall. After a very long conversation with a lot of ‘hums’, ‘yeses’ and ‘oh I see’, the Sorting Hat declared that the eleven-year-old boy belonged to the Ravenclaw House. Jungkook quickly became an exceptional student, full of creativity and incredibly witty. Above all, he just loved to learn, proving his place in Ravenclaw. 

A few years later, Jungkook confessed to you that the Sorting Hat almost sorted him into Gryffindor. However, his Ravenclaw traits were much more stronger. In the end he was glad of that choice.

‘My heart will always be with Ravenclaw’ he said, and you could have sworn you saw stars and galaxies in his eyes as he spoke.”  

(my edit, pictures are not mine. if you use it, give credit)


Jungkook | Taehyung | Jimin | Namjoon | Hoseok | Yoongi | Seokjin


(m.list)

I’ve have read so many literary masterpieces in the past few weeks, months, years but I never really had them all in one place so I thought it’s about time I put together a proper list and put an end to all these random OMG THIS FIC IS SO GOOD YOU GUYS HAVE TO READ IT posts. I’ll update this whenever I find some more Good Shit but this is it for now - enjoy!


Not Easily Conquered (117,692)

In 1945, Steve Rogers jumps from a nosediving plane and swims through miles of Arctic Ocean to a frozen shore.

In 1947, Steve Rogers marries Peggy Carter.

In 1966, the New York Times finds the lost letters of Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.

Womb to tomb, sweetheart.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,” Peggy says, “These are the times that try men’s souls.”

After the Bombs (218,953)

Bucky Barnes never fell off of the train in the Alps. Steve Rogers didn’t have to wake up alone in the future. Things aren’t exactly perfect as they try to come to terms with a completely different future and work out the feelings that they’ve had for each other for decades, but at least they get to figure it out together. (The MCU re-imagined with Bucky as an original Avenger)

Slow Work (81,114)

It’s 2011, men are allowed to marry, and Bucky is dead.

The future isn’t all that’s strange. Together in peacetime for the first time since before Steve took the serum, Steve and Bucky struggle to find their place - and each other - in the middle of a new millennium, new bodies, and new dynamics.

Or, just because you wake up in a century where everything you’ve repressed is magically okay, that doesn’t make it easy.

Cascades (152,138)

“Holy shit,” Howard says, crackling through the speakers. “You alive in there?” Lying is a sin, of course, but Steve’s not sure what else he can do. He’s already lied to the government and Bucky and God Almighty; and himself, himself most of all. He ought to tell the truth. That he’s not quite what they hoped for. That perhaps they should put him back into the ocean.

“Probably,” he says, instead, listening to Howard’s tinny laughter; and waits for the blast doors to unlock.

Easy Work for Easy Pay (45,719)

Bucky’s working his way back up through the ranks at S.H.I.E.L.D. after a mission took his left arm and Stark gave him a new metal one.

So when Fury tasks him with integrating the newly defrosted Captain Rogers into the 21st century, he jumps at the promotion.

Grab Your Things I’ve Come to Take You Home (22,310)

Steve getting hit with some sparkly purple sh*t during a battle and left with all of his old ailments gives Bucky the opportunity to do something he’s been meaning to do for ages.

4 Minute Window (87,933)

“Look, if they catch me,” Bucky muttered, “they’re either going to kill me or they’re going to put me in a box with a little window and—Steve, I can’t.”

Into That Good Night (73,540)

Steve Rogers has lived for entirely too long—long enough to see the world’s end. The heroes are gone, and the Earth is pushing what’s left of mankind towards the exit.But when a makeshift team rises from the ashes, when a mysterious presence all but drags Steve there, he begins to think there may be hope yet. As they shoot for the stars one last time, Steve will get proof yet again that the future is nothing if not an echo of the past. (Interstellar AU)

Hold Unto Me (Cause I’m a Little Unsteady) (15,028)

“Your heartbeat sounds different,” Bucky declares suddenly one night. Steve is half-asleep when he says this, blinking himself awake in a fatigue-slowed daze. “Sorry, what?” - “Your heartbeat,” Bucky repeats as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. "It doesn’t sound the same.“

Take Me Home (78,161) 

“I’m so sorry, I’m gonna help you I promise, just don’t move, fuck, I ran over Captain America–” the man apologized, over and over, and all Steve managed to say was, “You’re really attractive,” before passing out on the guy’s lap in the middle of the road.

The Wolf and The Sheep  (50,557)

Steve Rogers is a SHIELD agent who is recruited for a secret project: Becoming a handler for the Asset. Steve’s world is thrown for a loop when he discovers the Asset is an actual person and he needs to figure out who he is and what he’s going to do.

Steve as the Winter Soldier’s handler AU. (Non-HYDRA trash party.)

Building From the Ground Up (68,687)

“What about you, Barnes?” asks Dugan. The sound of his voice brings Bucky back to the present, dredges him out of memories of a beat-up little apartment with sunlight streaming in through the windows. “Got yourself a girl waiting for you back home?”

There’s an answer on the tip of his tongue, one that he’ll deliver with a cocky grin and a half-laugh and a little shake of his head. But Bucky is exhausted and hungry and so sore it hurts to move, and one of the guys in their platoon fucking died yesterday. His mouth tastes like iodine water and his feet hurt and none of it’s going to get better any time soon, and all at once Bucky misses Steve so badly he can barely see straight.

“Yeah,” Bucky declares abruptly, the word escaping from his mouth before he fully realizes what he’s saying. “Yeah, I do.”

I Love You Like RLB (3,484)

I love you like rlb has become a well-known, accepted and valuable component of American vernacular. The meaning of the letters ‘rlb’ is unknown, but is uniformly considered to be a statement of a great romantic love, commitment and sacrifice.

Kingdom Come (8,216)

“It’s too late, Steve,” Bucky’s voice across the comm is flat, layered with static. “The deadlock’s irreversible. S’ the only way.”

Steve knows what nearly dying feels like; knows it better than most, and this - those words, that voice, this impossible burning that courses through him like the serum in reverse, this.

This is so much worse than nearly.

A History of Skin (23,214)

Bucky and Steve were made and unmade by each other’s hands.

Or, five touches that defined Bucky Barnes, and one that didn’t.

Stood Up (Castiel x Reader)

Plot: Cas notices a beautiful girl sat by herself and realizes she’s been stood up. To stop her being embarrassed, he goes over and pretends to be her date.

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Warning: Fluff, angst if you squint, sadness, being stood up, Cas being adorable and awkward, Dean being annoying

Word count:1,110

Prompt: “Is ketchup a vegetable?” 

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

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if i missed you, would you hold it against me

Summary: With Soryu and MC’s passing, it now fell onto Eisuke to be Ryusei’s legal guardian. Why Soryu and MC would think naming Eisuke, of all people, as legal guardian in their will was beyond him.

              You’re the only one we can trust, Soryu had told him. But that didn’t mean Eisuke was ready to be a father.

              Hell, he wasn’t ready for anything that came since that day.

              He wasn’t ready to be a father.

              He wasn’t ready to lose his best friend.

              He wasn’t ready to lose her.

Genre: Angst, Hurt and Comfort

Pairing: One-sided Eisuke/MC, MC/Soryu

a/n: I haven’t written a proper fic in so long lmao. this idea just popped in m head one day, and since then, i couldn’t stop thinking about it lmfao. 

@2bedroom-baddestbidderlove i hope you like it!! @maidofstars @bolt8826 @tsundere-eevee @alolan-lillie @themysticaldaydreamer here’s a fic after so long lol


               Dinner was a solemnly silent affair.

              In the stillness of the dining room, the only sound that could be heard was the clang of Eisuke’s utensils on his plate. Across him sat little Ryusei, who only stared at his untouched food with empty eyes.

              “… You’re not hungry?” Eisuke asked slowly.

              The boy shook his head without looking up from his plate.

              Eisuke sighed in defeat, putting his utensils down. “Do you want to go to bed already?”

Ryusei nodded in assent. Gingerly, the boy pushed back his chair and gave a little bow, leaving Eisuke alone with his thoughts.

              “I suppose it’s not going to be easy, huh?” he said to no one in particular.

              And it won’t ever be easy again. Not with them gone.

              Just three days ago, Eisuke was staring into Soryu’s and MC’s coffins. Both of them looked deceptively peaceful, as if they were only asleep—that anytime, they’d wake up from their long nap and mess around in the penthouse like always.

              But Eisuke knew better.

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how close is close enough

notes: soulmates with benefits? one true lovers to one true loved? iDK this was an exercise in smut, ive been in a drought

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There’s something to be said for the way a soulmate fucks.

The movies, the novels, the articles, the “Soulmates Are Great, Get Yours Now!” sales pitch is that love-making isn’t truly love-making until it’s your One True Love. Too optimistic, “Once Upon a Time” to consider that making love to your soulmate could be the last thing you want.

Fucking them, however, has its perks.

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