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strawberrypluto  asked:

Hi~ Can I get Hanzo, McCree, Genji, and Sombra (I hope that's not too much jdhdjdjjsj) saying/doing/just overall embarrassing themselves in front of their s/o's parents when they just met them? And whatever they did makes both them and their s/o turn into a blushing and embarrassed mess~ I feel like it'd be hilarious jdndjdjjsj (and, if you don't mind me specifying, don't do a daddy or mommy thing jdjdjdjd) and if requests are closed feel free to delete this! Thanks! I love your writing 💙💙💙

I can indeed do this for you!


  • Hanzo figured it was going to be easy
  • After all, he is Hanzo Shimada
  • He comes from a well-known family
  • Has impeccable manners and is utterly respectful
  • Has a deep love for you and respects you
  • That is everything a parent could ask for their child, yes?
  • Well, Hanzo kind of fucked up
  • On the day you two were going to meet with your parents
  • Hanzo forgot how excitable his noodles get
  • So whenever he gets anxious, they get all finicky and come out to play
  • Even if Hanzo tells them not to
  • So the two of you show up at your parents house
  • And Hanzo is stunned when both his noodles bowl over your father
  • Both land on him, licking his face and wiggling in his arms like a bunch of puppies
  • Your father is shocked
  • And Hanzo is beyond embarrassed, face bright red
  • You can’t help giggling. It’s the funniest thing you’ve ever seen
  • You literally have to convince him come out of the car
  • Because that’s where he goes and locks himself
  • He never thought he’d meet your parents this way and he is soooooooo sorry
  • Expects your parents to hate him
  • Turns out your family thinks the noodles are freaking amazing


  • Jesse is a bit nervous
  • You are the first relationship he has really been serious about
  • So you are the first person who’s parents he will meet
  • And hopefully the last
  • Coming from a bit of a strange background….
  • He honestly has no idea how your parents will like him
  • Jesse likes to think he has enough manners to impress hopefully
  • Except his nerves led him to getting a drink or two before meeting them
  • Of course, he figured a quick shower would cover the smell of alcohol. plus he holds his liquor pretty good
  • Except, one drink led to two
  • Two drinks led to three
  • Three to…well, he lot count eventually
  • So your already at your parents, talking about how amazing your boyfriend
  • Then there’s a knock on the door
  • All three of you go to greet Jesse at the door
  • Only for him to fall in, a bottle of booze in hand
  • He’s singing McDonald Had a Farm and is so drunk he can’t make you out from your mother
  • Your face is bright red as you look between your parents and your drunk boyfriend
  • Later when he’s sober, he won’t leave your guy’s bed
  • He’s sooooo embarrassed
  • He mumbled an apology over the phone to your parents
  • Who forgave him once you sent a video of his sulking to them


  • Genji is pretty fucking scared
  • This might be the most important mission of his life…
  • To impress your parents
  • But he never expected to be in a relationship
  • And god knows he didn’t meet parents in his playboy years
  • So he’s been working pretty hard
  • He asked Hanzo how to make a good impression
  • Hanzo said silence is the key
  • Genji knows he’ll have to talk at some point though
  • When he gets to your parents house, your already there
  • Politely he knocks at the door
  • Right now he’s wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt that says ‘Big Boy’
  • When the door opens your mother greets him
  • One thing that Genji doesn’t know is that your mom looks awfully young
  • And a LOT like you
  • So the first thing he says is ‘Hey sweet cheeks. I’m ready to meet your parents’
  • Without a thought he gave your mom a pat on the butt
  • Your mom is too stunned to say anything as he heads into the living room
  • And there you are talking to your father…
  • When you break out into a smile and run to hug him, Genji freezes and turns
  • You can’t understand why he is blushing so furiously until your mom comes in with a little giggle
  • To her husband she says ‘Why don’t you ever smack my butt anymore, dear?”
  • It took awhile to sort things out but Genji couldn’t look your parents in the eyes the rest of the night, humiliated 


  • Honestly isn’t nervous at all
  • She can’t imagine what they’d find wrong
  • Of course, this is Sombra though
  • So she ends up doing some digging on your family
  • You try to get her to stop
  • Its really weird for her to know more about your family then you do
  • Sombra ends up digging up some weird stuff on them
  • Which ends up making her a little nervous
  • When the two of you head there
  • Sombra asks if she looks okay
  • She even put on a pretty purple dress with a black sash for you
  • You thought she was beautiful
  • When you both got to your parents house
  • You stopped her and cupped her face
  • You told her there was nothing to worry about before kissing her
  • And without meaning to…
  • The kiss got kind of heavy
  • Like, there was tongue and hands were starting to go everywhere
  • You didn’t mean to but you ended up hiking one of her legs around your hips
  • She had her hands tangled in your hair
  • And suddenly…there was a loud cough
  • The two of you froze and realized the door had opened
  • There stood your parents, looking between amused and uncomfortable
  • Breaking apart, you both looked SOOOOO embarrassed
  • Dinner went well, other then the fact that your faces were bright red and Sombra couldn’t stop stuttering

Okay so I have this headcanon that the paladins are only able to communicate with their own lions, but all the lions can communicate with one another. This is totally normal because the only way to be able to communicate with the lions is if you’ve bonded with them and gained their trust (if you’ve read my non-food Hunk HCs you know where this is going).
Some of the paladins complain to Allura about having to explain what their lions have said to them because the ideas can be too complex for words, but Allura just says that Paladins have only ever been able to talk with their own lion, it’s impossible to communicate with another one.
It all starts with Hunk (my precious Hawaiian hunk). He earns Yellow’s complete trust by helping her with mechanical repairs. After seeing how much yellow trusts hunk and how good he is at mechanical repairs, the other lions start coming to Hunk for mechanical repairs and telling Yellow whats wrong with them. It starts out with minor things, like a loose screw or a dented panel, but slowly they all begin to trust him with bigger things. It isn’t odd for a lion to report to Yellow their damages so Yellow can tell Hunk. However there is still a layer of distrust. Only Yellow trusts Hunk enough to turn her off to do major repairs. Until one day in a really bad battle Red gets seriously damaged. Everyone is surprised when Red limps over to Hunk afterwards because she has always held back. But this time it is necessary. Hunk makes sure to ask Yellow to tell Red that he’ll have to turn her off to fix the damages. Red consents and all the lions watch as Hunk repairs her and powers her back up. When Red tells Yellow to give Hunk her thanks Hunk gasps in shock. He just heard her say thank you! All of a sudden he can hear all the lions talking to him! Allura is frozen in shock because it’s supposed to be impossible! Lance just says, it’s Hunk. If Hunk could defeat Zarkon with just his love and compassion he would. Hunk is totally blushing in the corner and slightly overwhelmed by all the lions thoughts spinning around his head because they feel so alien.
This leads to the other paladins making efforts to bond with the other lions.
Pidge is the next one to achieve it. I always wondered why pidge didn’t just invisibility to all the other lions but then I realized, the lions wouldn’t have trusted pidge to mess with their programming. Only Green would because 1. She can read pidge’s mind and 2. She’s curious by nature and loves experiments. The other lions are always very wary whenever they see pidge plus a piece of technology, and this wariness only grows every time they see an experiment gone wrong that results in pidge covered with soot and Green smoking. Finally after a while of seeing Pidge get better and better with the lions technology Blue finally caves and goes over to Green asking for some of the upgrades too. (Blue really likes showing off some of those upgrades are really cool) Pidge is ecstatic of course, but starts out with small things they know work so they don’t end up losing all of the lions trust. Next is Red, feeding off of the ‘rivalry’, aka Red/Keith is jealous and wants some cool gadgets too! Oddly enough, Yellow is the last one to go to Pidge because she feels as if she is betraying Hunk by having someone else work on her. After a conversation between Yellow, Green, and Hunk, they convince her that programming is very different from mechanics and while Hunk could probably do some coding upgrades, Pidge is the expert. Soon pidge starts doing more experimental things with the lions programming that are custom to each lion. Once again, it’s after a rough battle where one of pidge’s upgrades is the only reason they all got out of there alive that all the lions bond with Pidge. Pidge gasps at all the thoughts entering their head and because of this ability to communicate directly with lions Pidge is able to understand the base code of how Voltron works (something which was previously unknown). Also, now whenever pidge falls asleep in the hangar the lions will gather around them to protect them while they sleep (pidge definitely freaked out the first time they woke up to five gigantic lions staring at them, but now it’s where they prefer to sleep).
After Keith and Lance get together they can hear each other’s lions and it actually gives them the ability to mentally communicate with each other (Lance totally takes advantage of this and will think of dirty things just to see Keith blush).
Lance ends up bonding with all the lions first, something he will hold over Keith’s head forever. Once he learned that he could communicate with the other lions through blue he went and talked to them everyday. He asked them questions about themselves (something no one had thought to do, most people only thought of them as machines). He tells them about his family and earth, they tell him about how they were made and all the things they’ve seen. It’s a pretty smooth transition to Lance being able to hear all of them. He was just hanging out with the lions in the hangar one day asking them about some of the past paladins when all of a sudden they just respond directly to him. He almost doesn’t realize because he’s already so used to having Blue, Red, and Keith in his head. But then his mind is also filled with Hunk and Pidge trying to figure something out and he realizes that Yellow just spoke directly to him. He decides to gloat to Keith during a sparring match to try catch him off guard, Keith just punches him in the side saying, “I can hear all your thoughts you idiot, now stop leaving your side open.”
Keith feels awkward because he can’t befriend the lions like Lance can, he can’t fix any mechanic stuff like Hunk can, and he certainly can’t program like Pidge can. So he kinda just ignores it and trains. One day when talking with Shiro about it, because he hasn’t had any success either, Shiro suggest that keith try to train with the lions since he likes doing that so much. Keith decides to give it a shot and asks all the lions through Red if any of them want to train to prove their reaction time. He explains that with Red being the fastest it would be good practice to try work on speed and stuff. The lions are all hesitant at first, so Blue (who can already talk to Keith) volunteers to go first so the others can watch. Basically it starts out as a serious exercise but ends up devolving into a giant game of tag between Red and Blue. The other lions, realizing they won’t get hurt join in. Soon these giant games of tag become a fairly regular bonding exercise, with the paladins sitting inside their lions, but not steering, just focusing on seeing through their lions eyes. Keith and Red always start as it, but they are usually able to tag someone pretty quickly. One day they decide to switch it up and play a game of hide and seek. Keith finds Red and Blue first thanks to their bond, Yellow and Green hiding in the same spot, and finally manages to sneak up on Black, scaring her into a flashback of Shiros. Keith quickly uses his calming methods for Shiro on Black and is surprised when he hears her say thank you. All of a sudden every lions’ thoughts are flodding his head making sure Black is okay and “can you teach us that? Black has some of Shiro’s PTSD and knowing what to do when the paladins aren’t around would be helpful.” Keith teaches all the lions, and the connected paladins, different ways to calm people down and what do for a flashback vs sleepwalking vs a panic attack etc. This really helps because up until then none of the paladins had realized that parts of them were bleeding over into their Lions. Shiro is the last to bond. He’s trying so hard but he just can’t get them to trust him and Black won’t tell him why. The other paladins are getting concerned with how dejected Shiro looks after leaving the hangar and it only gets worse with each person who manages to bond with the Lions. The other paladins have to remember to speak out loud because shiro can’t hear their thoughts yet and it really impacts him. Finally they gather all the Lions up and talk with them. ‘what’s going on? Is it because he has a galra arm?’ The Lions are like, ‘umm no? Keith is half galra and we trust him’ (everyone’s kinda like oh yeah forgot about that, Keith may turn a bit purple at that) ‘so what is it??’ they ask, but for some reason the Lions seem to be really hesitant to answer? Like they’ve never seen their Lions like this? Finally Black answers, 'it’s because he doesn’t trust himself. I act on logic, not emotions, and logically Shiro is a good leader and worthy, however we can’t wholly trust someone who doesn’t trust himself and that makes our emotional bond weak.’ The paladins are all in shock because they knew shiro had some issues but they didn’t realize it was that bad. Initiate Operation: Make Space Dad Realize His Worth™ (yes Lance and pidge came up with it). At first shiro doesn’t get why the paladins keep complimenting him and telling him how much they appreciate him, but each night he goes to bed feeling a bit lighter. Lance comes up with the idea of having a space family therapy night because coming from a huge family he knows that it was always easier to deal with personal issues once you acknowledged them and told others so they could help/encourage you. Allura and Coran agree to join. They have it in the common room, Lance organizes everything and just asks that people come in their PJs (yes actual PJs Keith, don’t you dare come in you’re regular clothes, oh my quiznak just use some of mine!) When everyone walks in the room is transformed. There are mattresses and blankets and pillows on the ground. There’s tissues and comfort food within arm’s reach. Everyone sits down and the paladins leave their minds open so the Lions can hear and participate in the conversation. Lance goes first talking about how he’s homesick and how he fears he isn’t good enough and that will result in the others dying because he was just a cargo pilot after all. (Keith sends him a mental kiss and then hugs him) Pidge talks about their fear if never seeing their family again and how they feel like they’re wasting their time doing voltron stuff and then feels guilty about that because they know how important voltron is. Allura talks about how she misses her father and how she’s repeatedly woken up in a cold sweat thinking she killed everyone by flying them into the sun. Coran talks about how he is filled with regret for not trying harder to save more Alteans. He feels like he could have at least saved one more person but he was so focused on getting allura and the black Lion out of there he didn’t even try. He tells the story of landing the castle know everyone he loved was dead. Keith talks about how he’s scared about how he feels so much love for everyone in this room because he’s lost everyone he loves and he doesn’t want to lose them. Finally everyone turns to shiro. He hesitates to unload his worries on then because they all have their own problems, but thankfully with a bit of nudging from Black he opens up. About the flashbacks, the nightmares, the amnesia, the insomnia, and the PTSD. How he’s barely holding it together for the team because he knows they need him to be strong and fearless and how he just feels like he isn’t good enough. -Hunk goes last (so shiro doesn’t dwell on his own confession.) He talks about how he’s scared he’s never gonna go home, that the universe will always need voltron, and that the only way he’s gonna leave is by dying. They have a big groups hug and talk about how they can help each other and what works best for themselves. After they make a cuddle puddle with shiro in the middle and all it takes is him thinking, I can do right by these people, and all of a sudden all the paladins gasp. They can Feel and See and Hear everything. Their lions, each other, the castle, the universe around them. It takes almost 20 minutes for it to stop being painful and reach a bearable level but all of them realize we can do this. We can defeat Zarkon because we managed to take the most powerful weapon in the universe and make it even stronger. (Eventually allura and Coran bond with the Lions because they are sick and tired of the paladins thinking they told allura/Coran something but all they did was think it. )

Camouflage/ Spencer Reid Imagine

A/N: This is my first story that I’m actually putting on tumblr, wish me luck! I have no problem writing a part two if anyone requests it!

Summary: A work related road trip gets a little too hard.

Usually having a new case meant a quick flight across the states, but this time the case was only a couple hours away which only meant one thing, a road trip.

The team had been splitting up into two cars the past couple months just to help ease the tension between you and Spencer.

You two had been together for three years until a small disagreement turned into a massive fight. He insisted on having kids and that was something you just did not see yourself wanting. 

Hotchner pulled you aside to let you know JJ wouldn’t be able to make it on a count of coming down with the flu so there was really no reason in taking two cars.

Oh no. Three hours alone with the man you could barely look at?

Your face turned a little red hinting at being slightly scared mixed with nerves.

“It’ll be okay Y/N. We’ll all be there.” Hotch rested his hand on your shoulder trying to comfort you.

“Thanks Aaron.” You gave a half smile looking up at him and remained standing there until he returned to his desk.

You looked over at Spencer who was putting a couple books and crosswords into his bag for the road trip.

“This will certainly be something..” you mumbled to yourself.


"I vote Y/N on driving first!” David shouted putting his bag into the trunk of the car.

"I second that notion, I could use some down time before we get into this mess.” Derek added on to David peering around the vehicle smirking at you.

Oh alright fine. But I get to play my music without complaints!” You yelled back laughing knowing they wouldn’t be very thrilled at that idea.

Emily laughed, “Oh I’m down for this road trip.”

Rossi rolled his eyes climbing into the back seat of the car, “Its a good thing I brought headphones.”

As you maneuvered into the drivers seat you couldn’t help but notice Spencer had crawled to the very back of the SUV. He looked like someone had taken the life right out of him, your heart dropped a little realizing it was most likely you who did that.

Morgan had called shot gun during the meeting earlier so you were expecting criticism on your driving the entire way there, but you needed something to distract you anyway.


About an hour into the trip, you noticed David and Emily were completely passed out in the second row. Spencer had headphones in as well as Morgan so you figured it was safe to use the aux.

You scrolled through your thousands of songs on your phone not having a clue what to listen to.

One Direction? No, too girly. The Weekend? No, too upbeat for the two sleeping.

Some Selena Gomez seemed like the only thing to really fit the mood. You felt like a teenager listening to her but couldn’t help yourself.

You pressed play on the song and sat your phone down on your lap. Your leggings were so thin that you could feel how cold your phone was.

dead end streets and boulevards you threw in the towel, I broke your heart

No one seemed fazed by the sudden music in the car as you started to mouth the words.

Spencer hadn’t actually had music playing in his headphones but rather just had them in so no one would talk to him. Except no one was talking, it was actually very quiet until you began playing music. He started secretly listening while reading his book.

who would’ve thought you’d feel so cold and all these memories seem so old to think you were my everything

Spencer looked up at you driving while hearing the lyrics in this song. He’d never heard this song before but remembered how you’d sometimes use music to relate to whatever you were feeling.

remember when we’d talk all night but time ain’t easy on us how can love die?

You felt your stomach turn a little knowing how this song made you miss Spencer so much than you already did.

As a few tears were building up, you started to speed up over the limit but hadn’t really noticed.

fortress around my heart you were mine just yesterday now I have no idea who you are it’s like you camouflage.

Although, Spencer had noticed the sudden increase of speed and knowing you were upset, it wasn’t a good mix. It broke his heart to see you like this but he knew there was no going back to the way things used to be.

Before Spence got the chance to get a word out you had ripped the aux out of the jack and put your turn signal on to get off at the rest area.

Rossi had woken up once the car was jerked onto the off ramp and looked up to see a few tears rolling down your cheek, but had no time to get his bearings and ask what was going on before you parked the car and hopped out.

Emily jumped at the sudden slam of your door, “Oh is this a potty break?”

"I think it’s a little more.” Derek mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?” Emily couldn’t hear his mumbles if she were paid.

Derek shook his head so she’d let it go and go back to sleeping.

Rossi got out of the car and looked back at Spencer, “Go. Now.” 
Spencer nodded setting his stuff down ducking to get out from the SUV.

For a rest area the bathroom was the smallest it could possibly be. It only had two stalls and a terribly dim vanity.

You sat in the first stall and started letting your tears fall down as quietly as possible trying not to sniffle every five seconds.

Spencer reached the bathroom door and heard you struggling to choke back your sobs. That killed him.

A small knock on the door came and you cleared your throat, “there’s two stalls, come in!”

Spencer sighed, “it’s me.”

You felt tears returning to your eyes hearing his voice. You couldn’t do this right now, not with a case that your team was counting on you to get them to.

You tore a piece of toilet paper and wiped your eyes so he wouldn’t notice you were upset.

You walked out of the door trying to ignore him leaning against the wall. You headed towards the exit really not wanting any confrontation.

"Y/N, stop.” Spencer reached out putting his hand on your arm.

"Uh uh. Not here. I’m hurt enough and if I talk to you things will just get worse. We’re fire and gasoline. Like you said, I’ll never be able to give you what you want. Remember?”

anonymous asked:

Whats your opinion on the headcanon that bakugou is hard of hearing because of how loud his explosions are? If you dont mind my asking

I think I answered this q on this blog already? Maybe? But anyway, I don’t exactly mind it, but I can’t say I share the headcanon myself - for one, because I’m of the opinion that their bodies are built to withstand a safe use of their quirks (a bit like you can’t break a leg by simply walking, you know), so in general I’m not a fan of headcanons that include damages caused by simply doing what their bodies were born to do? 

But also because generally, even under the assumption that his body isn’t made to hold up with his explosions, isn’t it awfully convenient how only his ears take damage in these scenarios? What about his eyes? How come he can still see with no problems even with the continuous exposure to the explosions’ light? How about his hair? How come he can stand so close to fire without it ever being damaged by it? His palms have thicker skin and we know that thanks to his UA file, but what about the rest of his body? How come he can stand smack in the middle of an Howitzer Impact without getting even slightly burnt? When you say “only his ears aren’t made to withstand his explosions” what you’re telling me is that his whole body is tailord to deal with his quirk but his ears, and that just feels unrealistic to me - by which I mean, when this is the scenario we’re talking about, you can’t give the fault of the damage to Bakugou’s quirk. It’s a problem his body has, not a natural consequence of having that sort of quirk. And imho with those premises you sort of end up with a different kind of story, you’re supposed to write it differently - that’s what I think, at least

Anon said: Maybe the reason Baku raises his voice so often is because he can’t hear very well, which isn’t due to his explosions, rather, he was born with bad hearing to protect him from taking damage by them.. and then his other senses are sharper to even it out, and his body can even subconsciously notice air vibrations, resulting in really fast reflexes.

Ah, this is also another reason why I’m not a huge fan of the headcanon - don’t get me wrong! If you like it then go on, I’m not trying to stop anyone from enjoying ideas and possibilities!! But personally I like Bakugou not having any reason to be loud-mouthed and rude, that’s just his personality and how the environment he grew up in made him, and lately I’ve seen the hc used to justify his behaviour more than I like? Bakugou being an asshole is just who he is, and I love it! I love that his life made him like that and I love that he’s working hard to fix that flaw, giving him an external reason, something he has no control over, to justify his personality changes the core of his character too much, and that’s not something I’d ever want to do tbh

And it’s also cool to think that he was somewhat genetically engineered to be better in a fight to compensate for a lack of earing (though again, why only his ears and not his eyes or his sense of tact too), but that goes to cut on all the hard work he put in becoming as good as he is, right? If that’s what you like than who am I to stop you! But Bakugou’s hardworking nature is one of the things I love about him, I don’t really feel like taking away from him all the effort and work he put through the years in becoming as good as he is now

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anonymous asked:

How would Suga, Oikawa, Bokuto, and Kuroo react to an S/O who uses morbid/self-depricating humour? But like its just their sense of humour? Like they don't actually want to die or think they're that bad at everything, it's just what they joke about? (i.e. "at least if I die I don't have to do exams lol" "lol cause we all know I'm an incapable mess haha" y'know that sorta stuff)

Okay, so I decided not to put in anymore examples of these kinds of jokes other than the ones that you’ve provided, Anon, I only focused on the boy’s reaction to them. Mainly because I know how this kind of joking can get out of hand really fast and the last thing I want is for people to think that these types of comments should always be taken as jokes - they shouldn’t, get to know the person that is saying them.

I hope that makes sense? I primarily don’t want anyone to think that I take comments like these lightly - I don’t and my anxiety won’t let me when I hear others use words like this, but I do find myself saying similar things, especially when it comes to my schoolwork or my workplace in general.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy, Anon.

P.s. Please remember to always let me know if I have done anything to offend anyone. It’s the last thing I want to do and am always willing to change it. As someone who is striving to write for my career, I take these things that you guys send me and try to challenge myself to shove my mind into that characters thought process, even in touchy situations. There are certain topics that I am not ready to breach yet - which is why you’ve seen me deny some requests - but I know that there may be a day in my career when I might have to. Until then, I’ll do my best to represent everything as accurately as my knowledge will allow. So, really, never feel bad to let me know when things did not add up well. It just means that I need more time to research as a writer and that I am not prepared to tackle a certain/controversial topic. Sorry, I’m always worried about things I post.

Sugawara Koushi

  • Legit, I feel like he kinda has this sort of humor as well. Like, he makes these kind of comments to Daichi and Asahi all the time (Asahi usually freaks out) and so when they start using them as well, he completely understands. He’d just nod his head and play up the talk with them.
    • But I feel like this is also something he had to check on when he discovered that it was their main source of jokes. Occasionally, he got it, then when it just kept coming, he felt the need to pull them aside and ask them seriously. He just wants to make sure. He loves them and doesn’t seriously want anything bad happening to them.
    • I’m sure he stills checks in every now and then - even with being reassured all the time. It’s just one of those things that’s always edging at the back of his mind and he needs to be told that they love themselves.

Oikawa Tooru

  • Would have idea how to respond the first time one of those lines comes out of their mouth. They’re probably sitting there having a good time and then next thing you know his face completely crumbles and he stares at them with those large brown doe eyes. But he wouldn’t know what to say cause they said it so nonchalantly and yet it’s not something you just say nonchalantly??
  • He’d totally let it go the first time and when it popped up the next time, he’d just give them this look and get all serious. He’d need them to tell him that they didn’t feel that way about themselves and that they believed themselves to be a wonderful person!
    • I feel like Oikawa’s dealt with self-hate before, so this is something he takes very seriously when he hears it from them. He might even have a really hard time with their humor for quite a while even with the constant reassurances that it’s not what they really believe about themselves.

Bokuto Koutarou

  • His instant response would be to start listing everything about them that was beautiful and magnificent. It doesn’t matter that they’re joking, they mean everything to him and he won’t sit back and let them talk bad about themselves in any way, shape, or form.
    • Seriously, I think the first time they say something like that he’d be so close to tears, he wouldn’t know what to do. Those are the last kind of words that he wants coming from them because they are so beautiful. Precious boy might end up weeping with relief when they tell him they don’t really mean it.
  • It would be a constant thing of reassurance every time they make a joke like that. He’d turn to them with panic in his eyes every time and they’d have to quickly reply with ‘joking’ lest they want him to start getting all emotional over all the reasons he loved them again.

Kuroo Tetsurou

  • He’d laugh the first time a joke like that came from their lips, just like, yup I’ve felt that way before kind of reaction. But when it happened again he might even call them out right there about easing up on the self-abuse. He’d definitely watch them carefully from there, seeing how they hold themselves and comparing their words with their actions.
    • He’ll notice the way that they don’t really line up? Like, they hold themselves too confidently to really feel the way their speaking, kinda thing? But he’d of course question them just to be certain.
  • The joking would continue and he’d always keep an eye on them and when they’re having a bad day, he won’t let them even say things like that. There’s no reason to be saying those thing - even as joke - when their already feeling bad. He loves them and cares very deeply about their mental health and will be there to protect them even when they don’t think they need it.

I know that SuperCorp is very unlikely to happen because Sanvers is already a thing, but between us… that’s bullshit.

Tv shows should always aim to reach out for the audience, capturing their interest - on a side trying to represent them and on the other trying to surprising them. We’re getting a hint of representation of the LGBT community (and I’m not saying LGBTQA+, because that part of the community is practically nonexistent according to the media) right now, which is definitely not enough, and what we get is rarely a quality product (for the most part, we’re used to make jokes, which isn’t representation, but more likely cheap comedy). We frequently get little screen-time, poor character development (he’s gay, what else is there to say?) and yes, we often get to DIE too (for the benefit of famous “shock value”… which doesn’t shock anybody, really, since it happens almost all the time). What we don’t get is main roles, good backstories, characters who are not only defined by their sexual orientation and… well, to live, to grow and get to be happy on screen (what an absurd concept, am I right?).

Supergirl has done an incredible job by representing Alex Danvers’ coming out story: it showed its audience how a strong, brave woman like Alex can still be very fragile and struggle with this kind of realization; how she fears to accept herself, to be fully herself and out with the people she cares the most about, and more importantly how things can actually go well. This is damn important, ‘cause it helps a lot of people to think that “Hey, maybe my family won’t take it this badly” or “Maybe my friends will accept me” and “Maybe things will change for the better!”, ‘cause guess what? IT CAN HAPPEN AND IT HAPPENS! But this is not very interesting to show, apparently, ‘cause most of the time it’s all freaking dramatic and it ends in tragedy.

The new generations are already lucky, ‘cause now there is something like this (Supergirl) on Tv, but it’s not enough still, ‘cause they’re portraying a tiny fragment of their audience, of the people around the world, and if you think “But it’s a lot already”, I’m gonna tell you that the straights have every single damn shade from every single damn angle for their representation on screen, while we are barely there and almost never the main character or anything close to that. Yes, there are movies in which we are protagonists, but let’s be real, they’re almost always centered on our sexual orientation, the discovery and the consequences, which is helpful and good to see, but it’s not everything there’s to see and to know. Plus, they really abuse of the dramatic factor of it in order to “send a message”, but that’s a message wasted on the straights, and if they think you’re an abomination already, surely a movie won’t change their minds. Instead, it will just fuel fear in us, which - there’s no really need to say it - it’s bad (we unfortunately have reality for that).

I remember my probably very first approach to the whole “girls liking girls” thing thanks to the media.
I was a kid and I was watching this movie on the Tv. I remember only pieces of it, ‘cause I don’t think I was paying much attention until a certain point. What I still recall, though, stuck in my head for a reason.
There were two girls, one white and the other brown, that grew closer to each other (I seriously don’t remember anything about whatever was the rest of the story). I recall this very specific scene that had me and my sister (who was also watching) like: “Oh, they are helping each other undressing ‘cause they’re friends”. When they started making out we were like “Oh… Okay, so they’re not just friends, apparently”, and that was it. I don’t think we knew about all the hatred towards people of same sex being in love with each other, to us it was just like “Okay, this is a thing that exists: acknowledged”. They seemed to be fine, so there was no issue… right? WRONG!
The white girl’s brother saw them, got angry as shit, took a gun and started shooting at them. They got into a car, trying to get away from him, but he got into another and started chasing them. It was raining, they were scared as shit, he looked insane, I felt the anguish growing inside of me: it was awful (again, I was a kid at the time).
The car slipped, then fell down a bridge into a river/lake and it quickly sank. After a while, only the white girl emerged from the water. The other drowned.
Last scene that I remember was a time jump where the white girl was a now a white granny, and she was probably remembering this terrible thing that happened to her once.

No fucking wonder if growing up I didn’t want to be gay and I pushed down my feelings and thoughts, since this is the kind of message to which I was subjected. And now? Now there are some things that portray the whole “being gay” as normal (as it always should be) and not in a dramatic, catastrophic way, but it’s also true that we get shows like The 1OO, Person of Interest, Orange Is The New Black, Pretty Little Liars, The Walking Dead and many, many, many others where the lesbian freaking dies, where there is no happy ending for us.

It’s simply not okay.

But to finally address the very main reason why I started this post - that no one will read ‘cause it’s too long, and people have time only for thoughts as long as a tweet - is the importance to acknowledge the presence of MORE THAN ONE GAY CHARACTER in a story. In a story AND in a family. Yes, as crazy as it sounds, we are more than two and we indeed can have LGBTQA+ wonderful siblings. Madness, right? Except that it’s not, it’s our reality, which is way more colorful, interesting and beautiful than the arid one-sided representation we witness on daily basis (I’m talking about heteronormative).

So, what really drives me nuts, it’s not the fact that people seem to be scared shitless to insert us in anything (although we’re everywhere), but how little crafty they are. We have proven to be a real force of nature over the whole LGBT Fans Deserve Better initiative, which raised by far $166,547 for the Trevor Project, and we did that after being smacked down once again by showrunners. Can you imagine what we could do if people were fair to us, for a change? We’re loyal, passionate, absurdly creative and talented (have you ever seen our fanArts, read our fanfictions? They’re often better than the original stuff and we don’t get paid a coin for making them), and yet we hardly get anything.

Tv shows should listen to their audience and get smart, because it’s not a pink UFO the thing we’re asking for, it’s not something that won’t fit their story, but simply more good representation. Supergirl scored with Sanvers, but there’s still so much potential that is sadly going to waste, and if they opened their eyes they would see it.

Do you want a great, original idea? Be fair and listen.

I don’t usually cry

Request: You should do a Peter Parker/ reader fic where the reader is also a new avenger and they’re training together, but the girl is super dark and mysterious. idk she could have some dark secret or something, whatever you think is good.

Warnings: None

“Woah” I said as I stepped into the giant avengers tower.  It was much bigger than the tiny one person apartment I used to live in on my own. The black widow- Natasha, had one and recruited me from my very own apartment. Something about signing some papers.. I don’t know I wasn’t really paying attention, but the avengers are having some sort of battle, and I guess they wanted me because I’m one of the most highly trained assassins at HYDRA.. Or, I used to be. I’m only seventeen so I had my advantages at HYDRA for also being one of the youngest.

Third person POV.

We entered the room to see tony and vision sitting on the couch.

“guys this is Y/N, she used to work for Hydra-” Natasha stopped speaking when you looked up at her face sadly.“-She’s.. On our side” Natasha smiled at you.

you pulled your hair further in from of your face. You liked your hair, it made you feel hidden, more powerful as if nobody knew who you really where. If that makes any sense.
“Natasha why don’t you show Y/N, the training room”

“Good idea” Natasha showed you the Training room and you loved it. She even let you fight her a couple times. Of course, she wasn’t trying as hard as she could, but she had to admit, you were really good.

It wasn’t long after that, that tony entered the room with a boy around your age. You were trying to figure out who he was, until you saw him shooting a spiderweb out of his wrist.. Or at least, that was what it looked like.
“You’re spider-boy!” you shouted excitedly in his direction.

“Spider-man actually” he half mumbled quietly. You laughed at his need to correct you on that.

Peter looked at you for a good ten seconds, you where beautiful. Not that he could see your face that well through your hair, he suddenly felt a compulsive need to know everything about you, where did you come from? What was your power? Heck, he didn’t even know your name.
“This is Y/N Peter” tony pointed in your direction.

“Oh h-hi” he gave you a hopefully smile.

“Hi” you said so quietly that you didn’t even think anyone heard. But Peter smiled at you, so maybe he did.

The next morning you decided to go and train on your own, so you woke up early and headed toward the training room. When you entered the room you heard the sound of fists hitting a punching bag, and saw it was Peter.

“Oh hi Peter” you looked down. “Do you mind if train in here with you?”

“N-no not at all” He smiled and shoved his stuff over so you could out your bag down.

After a long awkward while you had decided to just fight each other. So you had a little conversation while you did so.

“So, Y/N, what school do you go to?”

“I don’t go to school” you dodged his punch.

“So.. Where do you live?“  he shot out a web towards you and you dodged it again.

"y'know, around”
Peter turned his head to the side and stopped for a moment, but then continued fighting. He’d never met anyone so mysterious… Secretive. But he was incredibly Intrigued.

The next morning, Peter came into the avengers kitchen to see Tony already there drinking coffee and looking deep In thought.

“Mr stark?” Peter cleared his throat. Tony jumped a little bit and then turned around.

“Oh, underoos what’s up?”

“Well, I wanted to ask you about y/n”

“Ah, nice kid… Considering her background and all”

“Background?” Peter was lost.

“Yeah Y'know, the whole ‘Working for HYDRA’ -Tony made quote marks with his hands- thing.”

“Y/N worked for HYDRA?” Peter was very surprised. He had always imagined everyone from HYDRA being completely evil, sure you had been kinda mysterious, but he never would have pegged you for one of the bad guys. Peter was lost in thought until someone cleared their throat.
He saw you sitting on the couch behind him. He haven’t noticed you before.You had a tear running down your cheek and your lip quivered when you made eye contact with him.

He walked over and sat down next to you, you put your head in his chest and started to cry.

“I’m sorry” You said between sniffles.

“Hey.. It’s OK. You’re different now” Peter smiled down at you.

“I know, it’s just…. I don’t usually cry”

HEYYYYY! I hope you liked it! I don’t know if its quite what you wanted but.. I think it was okay :)

I’m Currently only working on “Mystery girl Part four”.

Study Breaks

Author’s note: No prompt sorry!!
Because of the new announcement and the fact that I’ve been wanting to write MakoHaru again for a while uuuughhh pls forgive me

Summary: Haru wants Makoto’s attention.

Word count: 1k

Two weeks, eighteen hours and fifteen minutes.

That was how long it had been since their last kiss and Haru’s left eyebrow wouldn’t stop twitching.

Obviously his boyfriend had his reasons: exam week. He had four exams coming up starting next week and had already started reviewing three weeks ago like the good student he was. Haru had been watching him stress in those said weeks, offering massages, movie nights and of course, swim dates, but Makoto would decline every time with an apologizing smile, because, “I’m studying, Haru. Sorry.”

At some point Haru stopped asking him and decided to lay on his bed, texting Rin and the others, playing around with apps and —more often than not— watching Makoto write. This was the only way he’d get to hang out with him and since Makoto didn’t particularly mind, this became their routine.

Haru would enter Makoto’s dorm, completely wet from practice, take a shower, change (sometimes he’d borrow one of Makoto’s shirts but whatever) and join him in his room. It was nice to spend time together in silence, but Haru really started missing his daily dose of affection.

Why was this a thing?

Usually he wasn’t all about cuddling, hugging, smooching and all that mushy relationship stuff, but Makoto’s hugs were nice and warm, his kisses were soft and tender, his mumbled words were sweet and caring and god, this was killing him. He had grown used to it because Makoto had been doing these things every single day for the past three years, and here he was, longing for some attention like a drug addict.

It was one of those days again; Haru watching Makoto study from the corner of his eye and about to go grab a snack from the kitchen when an idea popped into his head. From his position he could see a patch of the skin of Makoto’s lower back as his shirt had ridden up just a tiny bit. It was enough to bare the dip and a glimpse of his boxers.

After blinking three times, Haru put his phone down on the pillow, slowly got up and walked over to the chair. As expected Makoto was so absorbed in his work that he hadn’t noticed a thing, which kind of made Haru doubt his future actions, especially since he knew how jumpy the other could be.

Oh, well. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

He lifted one single finger and lightly ran it over the revealed skin.

The loudest shriek he had ever heard echoed through the small room and Makoto nearly leaped out of his chair if he hadn’t grabbed the edge of his desk. He looked up at Haru over his shoulder, glasses balancing on the edge of his nose, cheeks flushed and mouth open in shock.

“H-Haru! You know I’m ticklish!”

“I know,” Haru answered dully. “That’s why I did it.”

His response sounded like that of a sad puppy. “Is there something you want?”

“For you to take a break.”

“Ah… I can’t. I gotta finish this chapter. No, wait!”

Haru’s patience had officially left the building so he firmly grabbed Makoto’s waist with both hands and started squeezing. Since Makoto had pretty much grown immune to tickling due to his constant play fights with his brother and sister, Haru knew he had to catch him off guard if he wanted to get a reaction and go for his worst spots right away.

Poor Makoto was rocking back and forth in his chair, trying to grab Haru’s wrists while letting out one bark of laughter after another, accompanied with several snorts and yips. Most of the time their tickle fights were one-sided in which Makoto would have the upper hand, so Haru knew the tables could turn any minute and he had to be fast and thorough.

And so, Haru wormed his hands under the sweater Makoto was wearing and started fluttering his fingertips all over his back. This had Makoto literally screaming with laughter and his entire body jumping in synch with every little movement Haru’s fingers made, head thrown back against Haru’s chest and lips stretched into one of the silliest grins he had ever seen.

Haru was absolutely enthralled by the crinkles around Makoto’s eyes, the dimples in his cheeks and most of all his gorgeous laughter. The low and short chuckles he was used to were nothing compared to the cute high-pitched laughter Haru was hearing right now. Now that he thought about it, this was probably the first time Haru had ever gotten such a good look at his face during a tickle fight.

“Stohop! Haruuu!”

Poor Makoto was forever failing at getting a hold of Haru’s hands as they kept switching places, which was one of the techniques Makoto himself had used on him not too long ago. He pleadingly looked up at Haru with tearful eyes and Haru, wearing a somewhat smug expression, stared back down and stopped tickling for a few seconds.

“Take a break.” And give me attention.

“Ugh, can’t I at least finish my sen— Eeh! Okay, okay! Break, I’ll take a break!”

Unfortunately for him, Haru’s hands had still been near his ribs and threateningly curled their fingers, brushing lightly over the flesh.

Satisfied, Haru pulled back and sat back down on the bed, keeping a very casual posture. It was really hard to bite back his victorious grin that he was wearing on the inside so he hoped that Makoto would come kiss him soon. He sat there quietly as Makoto obediently took off his glasses, closed his notebook and went to join him.


Or not.

In less than two seconds he was struck down, fearfully watching as his merciless, thirsty for revenge ass of a boyfriend smiled down at him. His legs were trapped between the other’s, hands pinned on either side of his head and Haru knew that the next few minutes of his life were gonna be very long and very bad.

Makoto was the kindest person he knew, except when it came to tickle fights in which he was the most ruthless and experienced on top of that.

“If you wanted my attention that badly, you could’ve just said so.”

Shut up.”

In the end he did get his kisses and cuddles, though.

anonymous asked:

Hey if u ever wanna share more abt Neil I'm here-thar weird anon who keeps asking abt stranger things stuff (if u don't have any right now save these ask for later :3)

first off, you’re not weird! you’re lovely and I’ve enjoyed your asks very much.

For those who don’t know I made a list of things I wanted of things I wanted out of Season 3 of Stranger Things in which I said:

Give Will a boyfriend you fucking cowards!: No not Mike, we all know Mike will end up with Eleven, that’s the point of everything. NOPE have Will be getting really close to and hanging out with another kid who’s in art club or whatever, and the crew (or just Mike) are getting jealous and they learn that Will lied about having an art club meeting so they follow him and spy him kissing a boy! Lets face and deal with HOW homophobic the 1980s were, how being gay was like off the table for anyone who wasn’t an adult (culturally speaking) how there were no out gay celebrities, etc etc, deal with the fact that gang are going to be homophobic and try to reconcile the unbreakable bond between them with how they feel about Will’s sexuality, and then end the season with a movie night or sleep over where Will’s boyfriend is there, just so we all know it worked out. 

someone then asked for some Will head canon

-I invented a whole boyfriend for Will for season 3

-his name is Neil, he’s got big glasses, curly ginger hair, wears too big sweaters, likes art too

-Will’s art is all colorful, Neil does sketches and charcoals, maybe Neil has some more technical skills he teaches Will

now that every one is up to speed. Some thoughts on Neil

-I always think of him having this curly red hair that always in his face.

-and a ratty green sweaty with the sleeves over his hands all the time

-His hands are always covered in charcoal or pencil 

-He’s an art weirdo, he’s always drawing and sketching and bully’s pick on him for it a lot like Jonathan and the camera. 

-He’s V shy like even more than Will, and like when Mike, Dustin, and Lucas try to talk to him about why he’s hanging out with Will so much he just ducks his head and runs for it.

-I was thinking he might have more technical skill than Will maybe that’s how their friendship starts, Neil is doing something in art class and Will is like “wow! show me how to do  that!” and Neil’s like *shook* because no one has EVER thought what he can do is cool

-I think his parents are frosty upper upper middle class maybe just upper class, think like the Wheelers but more frosty and rich.

-Like I think they moved from NYC or LA and think Hawkins is full of hicks and they’re just better.

-I was also thinking that Neil’s parents or at least his dad worked for Hawkins lab, maybe he didn’t know what they did and he worked for the legit part of the lab, maybe it’s a big thing that he did know everything and the government left him in place to keep an eye on things. 

-In any case I think that they’re not around much but I’d like a few moments with his mom saying like mean cutting remarks about his “friends” 

-Neil loves classic movies, particularly Elizabeth Taylor’s stuff

-really I just want a scene where he’s alone and Cleopatra’s on the TV and we see he’s wearing the eye make up.

-In my mind Will loves classic movie monsters so them watching the Bride of Frankenstein (camp classic) together as like a first “we’re hanging out” friendship “date” would be adorable and we watch them kinda draw together sitting at the foot of the couch and we know what’s up even when they don’t

-Also I think to think that Neil has a more dance taste in music. 

-I was thinking, Prince, Michael Jackson, Madonna, and Culture Club. 

-Neil sees that Will CAN NOT dance (because Noah Schnapp can’t dance) and is just horrified

-So Neil makes him a dance mix tape because 80s

-and they play it in Will’s room on that big old boom box and Neil tries to teach Will to dance

-Will tries to do a spin trips over his feet and falls into Neil knocking them onto the floor Will on top of him, oh my romantic sparks. 

-I also like the idea he’s got a weird or sardonic sense of humor, I just want Lucas to be trading a “what?” look with Dustin and Max at least once when Neil makes a joke. 

so yeah those are my thoughts, mostly, hope some one thinks it’s a good idea 

anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips for writers who want to write sim stories but don't know how to get them posted in order?

Hi Nonny! I’ll be honest, I wasn’t 100% sure what this question was asking, but I don’t like to give advice that isn’t at least somewhat well-thought out. So here are my tips for starting out and how to format/order your posts (or something like that.)

Jade’s Super Awesome Tips For Getting Your Simblr Story/Legacy Off the Ground i.e. Potentially Helpful Formatting Tips For New Simblr Writers

First of all: If you want to do a sims story, DO IT. They’re great creative outlets, and someone will want to read it! And remember, it is your blog, so do whatever you want, and don’t feel pressured to have to make things a certain way. But, if you want to be organized, these are some guidelines: 

1. Identify your posts in some way. Doesn’t matter how. Some simblr writers use episode, some use chapters, some use a mixture of both (i.e. Chapters for longer portions, like an entire arc, and episodes for each individual scene. Example: Chapter 1: Episode 1, Chapter 1: Episode 2… etc.). This is helpful in letting regular readers know if they’ve missed a post, and follow along linearly. It’s just helpful all around.

2. Linkage. My dudes, this is so important, which is why I made a previous post about it. A lot of simblr writers are already doing previous/next links on their posts, and that’s GREAT. Everyone should definitely be doing this. Personally, I really think the movement should expand to include “beginning” links. On my own posts I have all three, a link to to the start of that particular story, the previous post in the sequence, and I update all posts to include the “next” link once I have it posted. Tumblr’s post formatting makes this SO easy, there’s no real reason not to do it, because it’s super helpful to readers, and trust me, people want to read from the beginning. Maybe not everyone, but you also don’t want to turn people away because they couldn’t find the start of your cool story. So, I repeat, all stories should have this format: Beginning/ Previous / Next links on each post. I’m beating a dead horse here, but it’s so nice, as a reader, just to be able to flip through someone’s story via easy linking, because I don’t have to break my immersion of the story by tabbing out or looking around, or scrolling through your posts to find the next one in line.

  • Helpful side note: If you’re the type of writer who posts things out of chronological order, using these links would still be a good idea, because you can go back and edit them at any time, and you can link to any post on your tumblr, so if you post something later down the line that you think should have happened at an earlier time in the story, you can just rearrange your links to reflect your correct chronological timeline.  
  • Here is my tutorial on how to link your story posts with beginning/next/previous links!

3. Tag correctly. Some simblr writers have more intensive tagging systems than I do, so I won’t speak too much about this, because as a reader, I don’t really use tags to navigate new stories I read. But it is still important to tag all posts in a story the same, so either with the title or legacy name, and then you can tag individual chapters or episodes if you want to. Also be sure to tag if you’re doing a story, or a legacy, or whatever type of story. I use #ts4 story #sims story #ts4 storytelling, there’s a whole other slew of legacy tags which I don’t use, cuz obviously I am not a legacy simblr.

4. Have a table of contents or story page of some sort, especially if you’re doing multiple stories/legacies at once, but even if you’re not, it will help people who are lurking around your profile navigate through your story. If you’d like an example of how to format them, here is my story page and here are my table of contents pages.  As I am not the be all and end all for formatting, I think another great example is @beverlyallitsims index page (she made it SO easy to catch up on her MLSC story and now I’m just another Randy fangirl. I’m a living testament to this process working wonders!). 

5. Billboard advertising. Okay, now this one is totally optional, but if you are doing a legacy or story, it’s a really nice little touch to have a banner or some tell, even if it’s just a small one (you don’t need to be some Photoshop wizard), to let people know that this is an ongoing thing you’re doing, not just a random collection of photos (those are cool too!), but some people go looking specifically for stories and/or legacies to read, so having a banner or something with your story title or legacy name (generation number) is a good idea, too. 

Bottom Line: Make your stuff accessible! Unless, of course, you don’t actually want people to read it lol, which is totally fine, too. Some people like to use their blogs as a personal outlet, and don’t need to be noticed. But there’s nothing wrong with trying to be visible, and if you do have a small pool of readers, be generous and help them along. Total strangers want to read your work, put in a little extra time to make sure their stay is a pleasant one. You know, before you rip out their hearts with your edgy theatrical sim-drama. 

Again, idk if this answers your question, Nonny. But I do want to help! If anyone has any questions or is looking for advice, feel free to message me, either privately, or on Nonny, I don’t mind. My inbox is always open. 

anonymous asked:

Kinda urgent (tho it may not sound it) I'm trans and I watched some videos saying bein trans is a sin. This disturbed me deeply. I'm afraid what if God wants me to stop my transition, or else I won't be able to be with him. If thats what Jesus meant by picking up my cross? I don't want to stop transition at all but I don't want to go against Him either. I'm scared and confused. I don't want to think my gender identity is a temptation from Satan since it's so deeply who I am. (1/2)

(2/2) I feel so distraught and like my world is coming apart. I feel distant from God and fearful of Him rather than knowing His love. I’m scared and I don’t know what to do or how to reconcile my gender identity with Him. It’s making me question my faith, when all I want is to be close to God. I know this may not sound urgent but it’s destroying me inside and I don’t know why. Do you have any thoughts on this whole thing? I’m sorry if this is a bother or not seemingly urgent.

Hi there, anon. I’m sorry those videos shook you so much – I’ve been there. It’s sucks, but it’s okay. You’re okay.

First off, I promise that God loves you so, so deeply. And God made you how you are. Jesus came that we might have fullness of life, not to make us live in fear or so that we might continue to live under the chains of social norms. Because the gender binary is a social norm – and we are called not to conform to the world but to be transformed in Christ.

God does not set ultimatums that force us to chop off pieces of ourselves, or squeeze ourselves into boxes that don’t fit, in order to live with God. This post has a quote from a womanist theologian on how God calls us to wholeness, and what that means for LGBT+ Christians in particular. And here is a post with a string of tweets that show how God loves us as we are – rather than saying, “In order to love you, I must make you into something else,” God says, “I receive you as you are – and I come to help you become your fullest, truest self.”

With all of the above information – that God comes to affirm our fullest selves – we do need to take the concept of carrying the cross into account as well. Luckily, Austen Hartke’s Transgender and Christian series has a video on how being trans is not “Our Cross to Bear.” (If you have trouble hearing videos, let me know and I’ll write out a synopsis of the video for you tomorrow!)

His videos “Self Denial or Abundant Life?” and “Abundant Life AND Self Denial?” are also ones that would help you understand how God calls us to abundance that includes transitioning. (Again, let me know if you need a textual summary of the vids.)

Jesus assures us that we can know sin by its fruit, and we can know goodness by its fruit. So let’s look at the fruits of trying to live as cis when we aren’t, versus the fruits of embracing being trans.

Common fruits of living as cis when we aren’t: depression and anxiety from dysphoria; feelings of isolation from other humans and from yourself; feelings of anger, often against God, and thus a lack of strong relationship with God

Common fruits of embracing being trans: gender euphoria!; renewed energy and feelings of joy and thanksgiving that we can use to serve and connect with others as well as to praise God; deeper understandings of ourselves and new experiences that may shape who we are and give us wisdom; a connection to a marginalized community that helps us develop empathy we can use to serve others.

(Some Austen Hartke vids related to these ideas of good fruit: x, x). 

Embracing being trans bears good fruit, while trying to repress it (as well as transphobia) tends to bear harmful fruit. For more on the idea of good fruit, see this tag. Satan is not “making” you trans, because if that were the case, it would not bear good fruit.

God delights in diversity, anon. We are all made so uniquely, with different gifts to offer. I believe being trans is a part of that – we have a unique perspective to offer others – a unique view on our bodies, our minds and spirits, on the gender binary and harmfulness of gender roles, and more. 

Another video to help calm your worries about physically transitioning, this video by Austen is helpful too. 

Here’s a prayer on transitioning that also might help.

For more resources, including responses to common arguments against trans/LGBT people using Scripture, see the “But what does the Bible say?” and the trans section of our resources page

I’m going to post now so you’ll have this; I might add to it tomorrow so keep a lookout for updates. Take a look at the links, and take a moment for some self care. Then, if you have more questions, you are welcome to ask them here! We are here for you anon; you are not alone. <3

anonymous asked:

hi arc can i ask a question that seems a bit silly even as i write it? how do you keep being so brave about your fanwork? i used to post a lot of fic when i was younger before all the like holier than thou purity politics stuff happened. but the purity politics stuff sort of... made me scared to interact with fandom? like i want to write and post the fics i have ideas for but i'm SCARED and i don't really know how to?? stop being scared i guess? idk i can't really get my thoughts down now sorry

(scared anon) i just guess i was wondering if you had any advice on like pushing past that fear and just doing fanwork without being scared of how people might react?

Oh, honey.

Christ, lemme think about it….

1. I flat out do not follow any “main” tags. In RT, I never followed #ragehappy. In Borderlands, I never followed #rhack or anything. In HS, I don’t follow any ship tag. So I literally do not see most negativity. This is helpful because people like being dicks in tags and to put their shitty vagueblogging in there, but are often too fucking cowardly to come at you personally.

90% of the time, my awareness that people resent me for having “””impure””” popular fics comes from friends giving me a heads up that someone is talking shit. And when they do, I block that person.

2. Relevant to the above: It took me a long time to understand that people resent my fics being popular, not their actual subject matter. It’s a jealousy thing. I have written some filth that never got really popular, and no one gave a shit. It’s only when I start getting a lot of comments and kudos that suddenly I’m the Great Satan. Keeping in mind that bitches be jealous super helps.

Most recent example: people didn’t start to talk shit about ASAFAF until I started to see fanart based on the story. C’mon.

3. I genuinely believe in the diversity of stories we tell. Like, gushing gold is a great example of a fic I deeply enjoyed writing and sharing, but that I also knew was not for everyone. But it was for some people.

When you are writing a subject matter that you are passionate about, understand that other people are going to be passionate about it too. There are people who need difficult or uncomfortable stories told to affirm they aren’t alone, to help work through rare subject matter, to just enjoy in a world that doesn’t offer them much media.

No story is for everyone, but every story is for someone. Take pride in that.

4. No, really. Block people. Block anyone who makes you uncomfortable, and never look back.

I know it’s apparently a Thing, to block someone, then check in on them? I don’t do this. Once someone is blocked, they no longer exist in my universe.

5. Avoid younger fans. This obviously applies to older fen like me, but broadly speaking, this purity politics culture comes from younger fans attacking older fans, and a lack of understanding that Fandom is a place for a wide group of people with disparate experiences and interests.

Not all young fans are part of that, obviously, but… if someone young enjoys my stuff, I’m glad. I hope they like it. But I avoid deep discussion and interaction and attempts to befriend me, because I am 27 years old and write porn on the internet and shouldn’t be talking to young folks. If anyone doesn’t understand the logic of that, for my protection and for theirs, that is genuinely not my problem and I’m sure they’ll figure it out later.

Boundaries: they are important for adults as much as kids. Enforce them.

6. …

A lot of it is that I’ve been in fandom for over half my life now. I’ve seen a lot of shit. I’ve been through a lot of shit. (Anyone remember that pissant who tried to report me to the government because I told them to stop harassing me after +6 months of bullshit? lol) I’ve had great fandom experiences and I’ve had ones I would love to hit Undo on.

There are amazing people in fandom and there are fucking hilariously awful shitheads in fandom. The majority of people are decent, and they enjoy what I do, and if you start making content and sharing it, you will find people who enjoy what you do. There are people who follow me who shoot me out of the blue supportive Asks on bad days, who read my fic even when they don’t know the source material, who encouraged me to write my book and then bought the damn thing.

The purity police are scary, abusive fuckers. But they are not the majority, and the less you interact with them, the less they can affect you. They want an opponent, they want someone to fight so they can play victim, they want to be the Valiant Warrior Of Purity.

Ignore ‘em. Make them take their boring pedantic morality play elsewhere.

ETA: 7. Don’t fight the purity police and don’t try to convince them or win them over. It literally never works. These are people who are in a bad place and you cannot move them from that place. Only they can, when they grow the fuck up. Don’t do it. You will not win, you will expend energy on people who gobble it up to fuel their shitstirring and vagueblogging, and they will just know they can successfully antagonize you.

Take that annoyance and frustration. Channel it into writing more rad shit. 


I hope this helps at all, anon. Remember, also, that the AO3 is your friend, and you can keep your tumblr and your AO3 a little bit separated. That can help.

anonymous asked:

Hello I love your art and love the new kiribaku kids. I did research on mako sharks and it said "The shortfin mako is on record as the fastest-swimming shark, capable of bursts of speed up to 18.8 metres per second (42 mph)." Its jaw is powerful enough to eat swordfish and sea turtles. And "Like other lamnid sharks, the shortfin mako shark has a heat-exchange circulatory system that allows the shark to be 7-10 °F warmer than the surrounding water. ". So I think mako would be an excellent hero

Never said she won’t be! As I’ve already explained tho the concept is that she’s young and most of he quirk-related abilities just haven’t developed yet - if she’d been living with her biological parents (which means, other people with a shark quirk) they would have already known what to expect from the quirk/she would have knows watching them, but as things stand she’s being raised by two people who’ve never known anyone else with that quirk, so they’re going at it completely blind. As far as Bakugou and Kirishima know her quirk’s abilities could stop at what she has now, but that doesn’t change that they’ll do their best to help her become the best hero of her generation, if that’s what she wants

Anon said: I can’t believe the KiriBaku kids are literally Sharkgirl and Lavaboy, it’s very cute. I also wanna say that Mako looks very much like one of the student from Ketsubutsu Academy, Nakagame Tatami, who has a “turtle quirk”. Could it be that Mako is Tatami’s biological kid and that when Tatami died (presumably from battle) Mako got adopted? Their quirks are a little similar (water-animal based), and hero’s kids usually have very strong quirks even from a young age. Just a theory, love the kids tho!

I know you didn’t mean anything bad by this and I love how into them you are (thank you for liking them!) but please never, ever tell an artist that their OCs are literally some other characters, that’s the worst thing any creator can ever be told. Like, while I don’t exactly mind it since I knew this would happen even before posting them (as I said, I do know they remind of them - even though Tai’s quirk isn’t only about heating things up - and I’m still of the opinion that Kiri and Baku are pretty damn similar to Sharkboy and Lavagirl themselves so kids inspired by them were bound to remind of them, when coming from me) you might in the future find someone who’ll take it bad enough that they’ll just trash the characters and never work with them ever again, which I’m sure you don’t want

Just, mind your words next time you send this sort of asks, okay?

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anonymous asked:

Hey I was just reminded of talalay's tweet and I know she might not know of a special or the writers' intentions but her words annoyed me... it makes me feel like they dislike us, but if she thinks so i don't understand some of her directing in tst (like sherlock being revealed in the chair and mary=thatcher smashed). How do you interpret this whole thing, if you don't mind me asking? P.s. I loved your the ring meta!


Thanks so much for the compliment about my meta! <3 Glad you enjoyed it. 

I only just learned about Rachel Talalay’s comment. I’m guessing you’re referring to this

I would say it’s worth disregarding, as is anything any creator has to say about work they’ve released into the world. 

Before I explain further, I just want to say that this in no way reflects any feelings or thoughts I have about Talalay’s skill as a director. I’m rewatching tst right now, and I think it’s very beautiful in many ways, despite the reservations I have about its reality status / the script / that wife / how we’re supposed to understand the episode. There’s nothing, I think, in the way it’s directed that gets in the way of the story that’s being told, and it has its own gorgeous qualities (that shark transition at the beginning is just…wow, really lovely.)

As for her comment, ugh. It was offered, it seems, spontaneously, in the context of answering a much more straightforward question about how a particular scene was filmed in Doctor Who, so it was unnecessary, to say the least. Now, I don’t know, I have no idea what has been said to her. I don’t know how much she’s had to deal with people coming at her for things over which she has no control, like the overall direction of the show. I don’t much care, tbh. Because I think that if you’re going to engage in social media interactions with people, you need to be cool about it. You should try to be gracious. Understand that people are excited about what you’ve made, which is, like, the point of making it? Isn’t it? 

The main thing for me is, I’ve been on both sides of the creator / critic spectrum, professionally as a writer (on a really small scale), and academically as a literary scholar (at the highest level one can go). So I’ve thought about literary interpretation a lot, and thought a lot about its role, relative to literature itself. Here’s what I know: 

When people make a thing, a creative thing, they pull on all kinds of stuff of which they may or may not be aware. It’s an art. There’s planning, and there’s purpose, and there’s the story they know they want to tell, and then there’s serendipity, and the intuitive ways in which symbolism builds, and there’s the mass of art and literature that came before yours, there’s the direct source material (acd canon) and there’s indirect source material (the tons and tons of Holmesian pastiche); there’s tradition (like the Gothic); there are brands (Hammer horror, Bond, and, weirdly, the Muppets). It all goes into the mix, and out comes a thing that works, or doesn’t. 

This is why authorial intention is garbage as a concept: because literary texts are made from a combination of conscious and unconscious content.

And this is why all creator commentary about what they meant to do, or didn’t, is rubbishy bullshit at best. Ideally, I think, a creator should ask, “What did you think of it?” Rather than, proclaiming, “Oh, that’s not what I meant.” 

(I know, I know. We want there to be a plan. We want johnlock to be part of the consciously crafted content of the show. I obviously do. I want mofftiss to be good. I want them to be clever. I want the clearly inferior quality of s4 to be part of a meta-level Reichenbach arg. I hope it is. But even if it isn’t, even if they meant tfp to be a totally straightforward end to s4 and possibly the series as a whole, there is still much we can do in terms of reading it, interpreting it, enjoying it. This is not reaching. The subtext is practically hanging off the text like ripe fruit, begging to be picked.)

It is up to the critic, the literary analyst, the audience, to decide what the thing they’re consuming means to them. The symbols, tropes, character arcs, plots, etc., etc., which the creator has put together–all of this interacts with you, your personal experience, the other texts you’ve enjoyed, the symbols, tropes, plots, etc., that are part of your cultural experience, and there, in you, is where they make meaning. 

You can emerge from the experience of a text and say, this is what it means, and interpret it in light of what you know, and what you’ve felt, and back it up using the textual evidence that made you think what you did, and no one–that is to say NO ONE–can tell you you’re wrong. They can tell you they think there’s a better reading. They can tell you they think yours has holes in it. You can, if you wish, engage in discussion about it. But you don’t have to. Above all, you should do what makes you happy. This is supposed to be fun–which, it seems, is something that Talalay, with her snarky comment about “rationality,” seems to have forgotten. 

Nonetheless, for those of us who do choose to craft arguments out of our favourite readings of this, or any literary text:

There are good interpretations–ones that really hold water when you interrogate them and subject them to argumentation. There are less valid interpretations–ones that fall apart if you so much as breathe on them. 

Johnlock is a valid interpretation. It is as solid as granite. It has a metric fuckton of evidence backing it up. The only thing it doesn’t have, right now, is an explicit confirmation from the text that satisfies much of the audience who supports that interpretation. (Right now, there’s sort of a johnlock light reading we can glean from the most superficial level of the text. In my opinion, there’s a much more intense johnlock reading possible via the subtext.) 

There are, of course, other readings. Of course there are! But let me tell you, having had a run-in or two with the dude who made that anti-tjlc blog, WELL, he is far from rational. He transforms into a squalling infant if you so much as push on one of his ideas. And then tells you you’re bullying him. Methinks he enjoys being fighty. 

THE BOTTOM LINE IS: Once a creator has released something into the world, their role is done. It’s then up to the audience to take the thing and run with it. I am so glad–SO GLAD–to be part of a fandom that voraciously consumes, analyzes, critiques, and otherwise shakes the thing we love until all the best bits and pieces fall out. That’s the fun of it! For a creator to turn around and say, NO! You’re loving the thing I made in the wrong way–well, that is really small.

So: thanks for this ask, sorry to go on for so long but I have LOTS of feelings about this, clearly. 

Old Flame, New Problems

Prompt: You’re in a serious relationship with Sebastian Stan, when news from your first love, Hayden Christensen, informs you that he’s now single and in need of a friend. Will your old flame burn out or will the flames get fanned and consume you?

Word Count: 2263

Warning: language, angst, fighting (verbal), drama

Notes: This idea came to me when news hit about Hayden and Rachel splitting. Of course I’m sad that a long time relationship such as theirs is ending, but it also means he’s single sooo…I’ve been wanting to write a “true” Hayden fic for a while.

Also, no hate towards Rachel. I don’t know her, don’t know what really happened between them, etc. It’s a fic and in no way reflects what I think of either of them or their precious daughter ^.^

I’m so sorry I haven’t gotten anything out to y’all. I’ve been busy every weekend with parties, birthdays, and other stuff. This was written but I kept editing it. But it’s a pretty long fic sooo…here we go! Thanks a million to my patient and lovely beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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Sebastian Stan Tag: @nedthegay @lostinspace33 @alwayshave-faith @elleatrixlestrange @buenostardissherlock @lenawiinchester @the-red-world-of-jess-chibi @memory-of-a-goldfish @mellsstark


“I hate you,” you whispered angrily.

In front of you was a mocking blinking cursor on a blank Word document. The deadline for five short stories were coming up for you to be added to a book of short love stories and so far, for three weeks, no inspiration had struck. Nothing. Zero. Zilch.

Writer’s block was one thing, but you’d fallen into this black hole that was devoid of creativity. You had tried the parks, watching movies, reading other people’s work…But nothing…

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Please don't go ~ Mingyu


Written by – Admin Chichew

Summary – (high school au) School athlete, Kim Mingyu, is too afraid to ask the reader out because it might ruin his reputation.


“y/n, how do you do this?” your seatmate asks, pointing towards the page with boxes, letters and numbers. “jeez, I’m not even up to that page, mingyu.” You reply in all honesty.


He chuckles at your response. It was music to your ears. So beautiful you played it back 3 times consecutively. “Well do you want me to help you with the pages ive completed?” He asks.


You look up to meet his beautiful chocolate brown eyes. They were such a beautiful shape and colour. “Is Kim Mingyu being nice to me?” You asked in a fake shocked expression.“Fine, if you don’t need my help continue what you were doing.” He turns around dramatically. “Oh, by the way…” He turns back. “The answer is 17, you’ve been stuck on that question for a while now.”


It was moments like these you cherished with Mingyu. Math was the only class you had with him and outside of maths you guys don’t even talk to each other, let alone look at each other. It was one of those cliché stories where he was popular and you weren’t. It was okay to talk to you in maths because if someone had asked if you two were going out he would be able to make up an excuse. But if it wasn’t in class he wouldn’t be sure.


You were definitely hurt by it, but you understood why. Avoiding the fact that Mingu is popular, rich, good looking and to top it off smart! He had a great personality. He was clumsy, funny and dramatic, something you liked. It made him standout from other boys, no wonder each week had have a new girl confessing to him, who wouldn’t? … well you.


3 years you’ve been in the same maths class as Kim Mingyu and you haven’t manged to get the confession out. But even if you were able to, what would it mean? He probably wouldn’t accept your feelings, just like 1,000 pretty girls he’d get confessions from.


“Hey Mingyu,” you softly call out and he turns around smirking. “Look who came crawling back…” h chuckles and chucks his answers at you.


“I don’t need you answers, idiot.” You say handing them back but he pouts. “I’ve got a question… you don’t have to answer it.” You close your text book and put your pens back into your case.


“okay, I won’t.” HE turns around but you quickly stop him by holding his bicep, and boy were they big. Your eyes widen at your grip around his bicep, you could feel him flex a bit. “Mingyu stop, I can feel you flexing.” You say as you look him dead in the eye.


“Then why don’t you let go…” He asks grinning and you immediately let go. “I was only kidding you can still hold them.”


“what?” You considered it for a bit… “No, No, back to the question.” You say clearing your mind and he chuckles at your cute reaction, yes cute, he thinks you’re cute.


“I’m all ears princess…” there it is… “why do you call me princess?” you ask.


“Well,” he pauses to think of reason “you act like one, always dramatic with what you do, always exaggerating everything, acting like everyone is watching you, and, and… uhhh, always trying to be pretty, yeah!” he slams his hands on the desk causing everyone to look at him.


“just because, y/n, don’t ask stupid questions, and don’t get any funny ideas as well…” he says frustrated.


“funny ideas?” you asked confused. Why was he getting so mad all of a sudden, it was a simple question?


“You know…” he gestures with his hands. “Like, think I uh, like you and stuff. I don’t go for nerds.” Your eyes widen in shock, you were hurt and embarrassed.


“I-I, I didn’t mean it like that.” You said trying to cover up your hurt expression with a confused look. “It was just a question, and trust me I wasn’t thinking about anything like that.” You said as you placed your text books and pencil case in your bag.


The bell rings and you immediately leave the class with the speed of the gods. You were embarrassed, hurt, angry and overall you felt like shit. Storming into the girl’s toilets, you lock yourself into a stall and have a little sulk. You tried to dry your tears but a fresh new lot kept on falling down so you gave up.


You messaged your friends that you had to stay in class to finish of some work. You decided to spend the rest of your lunch period in the stalls trying to fix your appearance up so it didn’t look like you were crying.


On the other hand, Mingyu was still in class. He was going over the scenario that had just played in front of him not so long ago. He felt stupid, so stupid. Of course he liked you, he didn’t call you princess because of those reasons. You were as beautiful as one and deserved to be treated as one. But he definitely didn’t treat you like one. All those hours spent in class teasing you and making you laugh were his highlights. He hated avoiding you during lunches and outside of school.


You understood Mingyu quite well. You got his humour and he especially liked yours. He thought you were perfect.


Mingyus thoughts were broken when his phone rang. He picked it up to hear Wonwoo asking him where he is. “I need to stay in class for a bit…” He lied. “I’ll see you after school.” With that he hung up.


He heard footsteps run into the class and looked up to see your best friends. “Where’s y/n?” Jisoo asked.


“I-I don’t know.” He stutters, putting his phone away in his back pocket.


“That’s weird, she said she had to stay in. Are you sure she had maths last?” Jisoo asks. Jennie groans and says “How would he know, he barely talks to her at all, probably doesn’t even know what she looks like, and yes I’m sure.” Jennie says glaring at Mingyu.


But I do know her, I know her like she was my other half. “She did have maths, and yes I do know her, we have been seats partners, for 3 years now.” He says and they gasp, “Were actually quite good friends-“Jennie scoffs.


“Why would someone like you be friends with y/n?” She asks straightening her posture.


“Because she’s funny and has a great collection of memes that she likes to show me whenever we have maths.” Jisoo chuckles at the statement, it was true, you did have a good meme collection. “now, if you need some help finding her I volunteer.” He said standing up and putting his books away.


“I think she might be in the girl’s toilet.” Jisoo says. “Let’s go check.” Jennie says and runs off with JIsoo behind her and Mingyu tags along.


You had finally been able to clean yourself up and made your eyes clear again with a few drops of eye solution. You quickly walk out of the toilets to bump into another figure which sends both you to the fall.


“y/n!” the familiar voice calls. You turn to see Jennie on the ground with you and JIsoo standing above you both, you chuckle. “Hey, let me join in.” Jisoo lays on the floor with you two which makes you guys crack into laughter.


“Oh… I guess you found her.” Mingyu chimes in.


“yep, thanks for the help though.” Jisoo says giving him a thumbs up and Jennies nods.


“Come on guys, I’m hungry.” You stand up and help the other two to their feet. “Plus we don’t want Mr popular over here to be seen near us nerds.” You say harshly then walk off.

If You Don't Know (part two) L.H.

This is part two, this imagine is going to be based off of the songs “if you don’t know” by 5sos and “say you won’t let go” by James Arthur.

Not to surprise Luke came in two days later. I was nervous to see him, I ask him for his number then don’t even text or call him.

“Hey.” He greets with a smile.

He is dressed unusually, wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a graphic tee. His curls are slightly pushed back, nearly taking my breath away.

“Luke, how are you?” I ask him.

He shrugs, giving me a half smile.

“I’m alright.” He replies. For the couple months he’s been coming here, I’ve never gotten more than that response out of him.

I always wonder what’s going through his mind. He hasn’t even looked truly happy when he’s come in here.

“The usual?” I smile and he nods. “Maria? Right?” I joke as I pick up a cup.

“That’s right.” He laughs.

I love his laugh, it lights up the whole room. I’ve only heard it a couple time but I would do almost anything to hear it.

“And do you need my number again? I figured you lost it because it’s been a couple days. It’s not nice to leave a girl hanging.” He calls me out.

I chuckle, closing my eyes and using one of my hands to cover my face in embarrassment.

“That was not my intention at all.” I say.

“Well, you know if you- I don’t know when you get off but- maybe I was thinking…” he starts but doesn’t seem to be able to finish any of his sentences.

He shoves his hand in his pockets. “When do you get off?” He looks at the floor.

I smile like an idiot at his cup, drawing random smiley faces and doing his name in bubble letters.

Is he asking what I think he’s asking?

“I get off in an hour and I think my schedule is free for the night.” I joke.

My schedule is always free, I don’t do hardly anything besides work and sit at home. That’s why they schedule me so much at the coffee shop because working getting out of the house is better than sitting in front of a tv by myself all day.

“Do you wanna maybe, do something?” He asks.

I glance up at his, his blue eyes already watching me for some sort of reaction.

I nod, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Yeah. I would really love that.” I say as I start making his drink.

I’m not looking at him but I can hear him take a deep sigh of relief. That’s how I feel as well.

I finish making his drink and hand it to him, he pulls out a $10 bill to pay and I shake my head.

“This one’s on the house.” I smile.

He nods, instead sticking the bill into the tip jar.

He waits at the table close the counter. It isn’t the usual one he sits at but from this table I can stand and talk to him from behind the counter.

We think of ideas of what to do after I get off. It is cloudy outside but not raining or terribly cold.

When the next person shows up to take over I quickly grab my stuff. Luke stands to his feet as I approach him.

I always forget how tall he is.

“I’ve got an idea.” He smiles at me.

I ask him what it is but he just shakes his head, turning around and walking out of the coffee shop.

He agrees to let us play 20 questions to try and figure out what it is.

I got no information out of that except for the fact that it’s outside.

He leads me to his car, it is quite nice. He opens the door for me like a gentleman and I already find myself liking him.

All these months he’s been coming into my work, I’ve never seen this side of him. He’s actually smiling and making conversation.

Within minutes I know where we are going. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner. There is a town fair going on right off the beach. They set up a bunch of carnival games and rides for one whole week before taking it down and moving to the next town.

I’ve only been there with family but it seems like the perfect idea for a date… if that’s even what this is.

You watch as Luke drives around the crowded parking lot to try to find a spot. His blue eyes watch cautiously for any racing kids or obstacles. His slender fingers grip the wheel so nicely.

God, even his hands are beautiful.

What have I gotten myself into.

Ever since the first time I saw him I thought he was way out of my league.

“Mary-Jayne, I don’t ever want to hear those words come out of your mouth. You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and everyone that looks at you will feel the same way.” Another one of my mothers quotes give me a boost of confidence

Finally we pull into someone’s spot who is just leaving. We both climb out of the car and he locks it behind him. He glancing at me and gives me a quick smile, his eyes watching my face intensely.

“You have green eyes.” He says, excitedly.

You laugh and look at the ground. “Yeah, ever since I was young.”

He laughs at my words and as well looks at the ground. “How come I never noticed that before?” He seems to be talking to himself.

We walk up to the ticket booth and get ride bracelets that are good for all the rides. We wander around, trying to decide which ride to go on first.

All the lines are pretty long, like they always are. This carnival is only here for a week so everyone wants to make sure to come. Luke suggests we get some cotton candy for the lines.

He buys and we make our way to our first ride. Within the first couple minutes of waiting, rain starts to fall from the sky.

“No! Aww man!” Luke groans, covering his head with his jacket. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.”

I watch as many other people think the same thing. Many of them grabbing their kids and heading towards the parking lot.

“No, this is perfect.” I assure him. He glances at me to make sure I’m not joking. I nod and assure him I’m serious. “We have jackets, plus now everyone’s to be leaving and the lines with practically disappearing.”

He looks around and notices tons of people flooding toward the parking lot as well.

He pulls down his jacket, rain drops hitting his gold hair.

I watch his cobalt eyes, look up at the grey sky.

He is really beautiful. A large rain drop lands on the tip of his cute nose.

I don’t even realize what I’m doing before my finger reaches up and wipes it off his nose.

He stares at me with a half smile on his face. It’s almost like his eyes are looking past my face and right into my soul.

“I’m sorry.” I say, flustered. I look to the right of me, away from Luke.

“No, that was cute.” He admits.

I’m still unable to look at him due to the fact I’m smiling like an idiot. He just called me cute.

It’s finally our turn to ride and we sit next to each other. When we exit more than half of the people have seemed to leave.

It is still raining but not that hard. Luke’s curls are no longer gelled back like they were. They are now damp and hanging in front of his face until he tucks them behind his ears.

The lines for rides are almost nonexistent due to the amount of people that have left.

Luke and I make it through most of the rides. I’m seeing a completely new part of him, he is actually really funny and playful.

When the carnival was just about to close up we call It a night. The rain is just starting to pour down when we make our way to his car.

His hair is now sticking to his face and mine is a stringy mess. I’m just trying to keep it out of my face.

His car is almost on the other side of the large parking lot. I start spinning in the rain, running ahead of him.

He laughs before joining me. I get dizzy and stop, stumbling before balancing myself. I glance over my shoulder at Luke.

He is already looking at me. His lips are parted and his eyes look dark as he continues to stare at me.

“What?” I ask embarrassed.

He shakes his head and continues to walk. “Nothing.” He smiles.

When we finally get out of the rain and into his car he blasts the heat. He shows me how to use the seat warmers and they are the new best thing in the world.

“So, when did you move here from Australia?” I ask.

“Almost three years ago.” He says unsure.

“What brought you to Los Angeles?” I ask curiously.

I love his accent more and more I hear it. I want to keep him talking.

He looks out his window, “Umm…” he trails.

From his tone of voice I can tell it’s personal.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” I curse myself.

“No! No, really it’s okay.” He smiles at me.

Relief washes over me that I didn’t just ruin what we had going. Whatever that is.

“I moved in with my ex here. Well she wasn’t my ex at the time but she is now.” He explains.

I nod, I have never really been in a relationship before. I have had guys be interested in me and flings and stuff.

Just nothing that ever really lasted. But if Luke moved in with that girl it was probably pretty serious.

I wonder what broke them up, I want to ask but it isn’t my place.

I swear he can read my mind because he tells me anyways. “She erm, she cheated on me a couple months ago.” He says like it’s nothing.

My mouth drops open. Cheated? She cheated on Luke? How could anyone do that. Not only is he insanely attractive but as far as I know he seems like a good person.

“I-I’m so sorry.” I spit out.

He smiles at me, keeping one hand on the steering wheel.

“It’s okay now. I’ve slowly gotten over it. When we broke up I moved out and had to switch gyms too. That’s why I started coming into the coffee shop where you work. So I guess not all is bad.” He turns red.

He looks back at the road as I continue to stare at him.

The way his nose curves and how plump his lips are. I can tell he knows I’m staring at him from how red his face still is and he keeps glancing between me and the road but I don’t care.

I already like him so much and I can’t tell if this is a bad thing or a good thing.

I give him directions to my house and when he pulls up he gets out to see me off.

“That’s for today.” I smile, tucking a piece of hair behind my ears.

His eyes pour into mine and all he does is nod.

“That’s for asking me out in the first place. I was building up the courage but who knows how much longer that would have taken.” I laugh nervously.

He chuckles and steps closer to me.

I glance to the right, down at the floor as he takes another step closer. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears.

“Thank you, Mary-Jayne.” He says quietly before pulling me in.

His lips are as soft as they look, he seems to know what he is doing too. His lips love against mine, my eyes close as one of my hands reach up to softly touch his face.

It all began from there.

#239 - For anonymous

Filling the prompt “a fic about Van having like crazy intense nightmares very often that wake him up in the middle of the night and the only thing he wants is to be held by his gf or whatever?”

Note: A fun coincidence. I wrote this fic at 2:30 am after waking up from a nightmare. Art imitates life.

Van’s nightmares were probably the reason you were together. There was a house party when you were younger. All night you’d been stalking each other through the rooms, across the makeshift carpeted dancefloor, through the uncut backyard grass. High on life and probably a lot of other things, Van had passed out on the floor of Milo’s bedroom around 2 am. You stood in the doorway with Milo.

“Can I get a blanket for him?” you asked.

“Yeah. You know where the spares are at. Who is he anyway?”

“He came with Bond. He’s the singer of that band he joined,” you answered. Milo nodded and walked away.

After wedging a pillow under his head and covering him with a blanket, you left Van to his drunken dreams. An hour later, you stumbled back into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Only twenty minutes into your own slumber and you woke at the sound of Van’s hand smacking into the bedside table. His rings hit with a force that should have made him wake. You sat up and turned the lamp on. He was dead to the world but quite clearly having a nightmare. A vivid, horrible nightmare.

For probably too long, you watched his face contort into expressions of worry and fear and maybe revulsion. His left hand continued to hit close-by objects as his arm waved around. His legs twitched and when his lips parted you could hear how fast his breathing was. Your drunk brain snapped into action at the sound. On your knees next to him, you tried to gently shake him awake. No response. He whimpered and scrunched his nose up.

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commutingtoreality  asked:

Thanks for taking prompts! Should I not be too late for this meme and if it please you, could I ask for a 16 RaphxCasey? I love when you make those two work hard, and nothing says "self-conscious turtle & boyfriend" more than quiet sweetness. Alternately, Apritello 17? If you already have your fill of requests, don't worry: I'll take my popcorn and enjoy with gusto the other prompts you choose to write! :)

16. when one person’s face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead 


Raph’s known Casey for ten years, and in that time, Casey’s had twenty-seven jobs. They all start the same way: Casey comes slamming into the lair or April’s apartment, wherever everyone’s hanging out that night, and yells “My dudes! Guess who’s gainfully employed!”. Then he flexes for a while, invades someone’s personal space – usually Donnie’s, sometimes Leo’s – till someone bites the bullet and asks for the full story. 

Twenty-seven times Raph’s done this rodeo, and he knows exactly where it’s going to end. Maybe in three days, maybe in six months, but there’s only one place Casey ever ends up: fired. 

(”Does it ever bug you?” Raph asked him once, right after Casey was very politely asked to get the hell out of PetSmart and to please never come back. “Like, when April got fired from Trader Joe’s, she punched a hole in the wall.” 

Casey just shrugged. “I mean, yeah, it sucks, but I get it. Not many places are gonna be pumped about a cashier comin’ in with bruises all the time. Kinda scares the customers.” 

Both of them knew there was no way Casey was gonna stop what gave him the bruises, because Casey Jones is Lawful Stupid and would be till the day he died.) 

It’s different this time. Raph swings through the living room window, six pack under his arm and ready to huddle under a blanket to watch the game, just to find the living room empty. 

“Case?” he calls. “You there?” 

Something rattles in the kitchen. Raph heads in that direction, after a backwards look to make sure April’s door is good and closed. Not that he minds having April around, but he’d just rather not have her around being a turd about how the Rangers are going to crap out, again. Casey’s already enough of a headcase about them as it is. 

But April’s door is closed, and the only light in the apartment is coming from the kitchen. Raph walks inside to find Casey at the stove, glaring into a pot of boiling water, tapping a metal spoon against the side. 

“I’m here.” Raph drops the beers on the table and sits down in his usual seat. “What’s for dinner?” 

Casey ignores him to keep tapping the spoon against the pot. From what Raph can see through the heavy sweep of his hair, Casey’s scowling, face all creased up, like Donnie’s when some experiment dares to betray him by not succeeding immediately. 

“Hey,” says Raph, kicking Casey in the leg. “Anybody home?” 

“Jesus, Raph, I’m right here.” Casey shifts away. “And pasta, we’re doin’ pasta.” 

“Whoa, what crawled up your ass and died?” Raph reaches for a beer, because it’s obviously going to be that kind of night, and he might as well get started now. “I was just asking –” 

“Yeah, I know, and I answered.” Casey glares at him, brows low and mouth tugged down in a hard curve. “Or did you want me to read you the ingredients while I was at it?” 

Raph avoids feelings, talking about feelings, thinking about feelings, and having feelings as much as possible; that kind of stuff slows you down in a fight, when all you should be thinking about is how to take the bad guys down hard enough so that they don’t get up again. Do your job, do your best, and things will work out. 

He’s got feelings, he just doesn’t deal with them. But sometimes he makes an exception for Casey, because there’s a soft gooey center under all that hair gel and ego, and something in Raph – something just as soft, that he’s never going to admit to having – wants to make sure that nothing keeps Casey down for good. 

“You okay?” he asks, popping the cap off another beer and holding it out to Casey. “Because if you’re not, you should…talk to April.” 

Critical miss! yells Donnie inside Raph’s head. 

“Yeah, because talking to Little Miss Perfect’s gonna make everything all better. Thanks for that, Raph.” Casey takes the beer and drains half of it in a gulp. 

“Or you could talk to me,” Raph says in a rush, before he can stop himself. He scratches the back of his neck, not looking at Casey, and silently sighs in relief when Casey drops into the seat across from him. 

“I got fired,” Casey says, once he’s finished his beer. “Go ahead, I think it’s your turn for the I told you so.” 

Normally, Raph would be all over that, but Casey’s usually the one to start making fun of himself once the inevitable hits. He doesn’t try to boil spaghetti water with his brain, and he doesn’t shit on April. And this job had meant something to Casey. Raph’s a dick, but he’s not an asshole. “I’ll pass,” he says. “What happened?” 

Casey’s scowl deepens, hard lines on either side of his mouth and at his eyes. “Came in late and beat up one too many times, same as always,” he says. “Can’t have the kiddos seeing their coach all beat to hell. Bad example. Or that’s what the school board said.” 

There’s a beat of quiet, then Casey drops his forehead to the table. “Fuck,” he says, muffled by the wood. “Just this once, I thought I was doin’ something good.”

Raph squirms in his seat. It sucks for Casey, more than anyone can say, but he’s got no idea how to handle this. How pathetic is this, that Casey’s his boyfriend but even Donnie could handle this better? 

Casey stays facedown on the table, his hands clenched in his hair, till Raph feels the irresistible impulse to stand up, lean over the table, and lift Casey up by the shoulders. 

“You were doing something good,” he says, the words nearly choking him. “They’re assholes. I’m sorry.” 

And then, because Casey’s still scowling and Raph has no idea what to do next, he kisses Casey on the forehead, like he’s seen April do whenever Donnie gets into a funk. 

There’s another beat, and then Casey snickers. “Oh my god,” he says. “That’s so sweet. You been takin’ lessons?” 

Raph pulls away so he won’t strangle Casey with his own bandanna, and grabs the beer. “You’re the worst,” he says, stalking back toward the living room. “I try to do one thing –” 

“It was just really heterosexual!” Casey yells, following him and grinning like an asshole now. “I’m not used to –” 

Raph tackles him to the floor and starts punching for his kidneys, but Casey is laughing, and hey, at least now he’s dealt with feelings for the next year or so, right? 


anonymous asked:

You are right about the voltron fandom being a toxic place. There's this post going around about how that if you say that Hunk is a "pure person" or "sunshine" or anything nice, you don't know him and then it goes on to describe his flaws and how you shouldn't complement him because that means you don't care about him. Everyone was literally complaining how Hunk never gets enough love and that he is just resorted to food and fat jokes. He finally gets some recognition and love and now [part 1]

everyone is like “oh if you only focus on the good, you’re not really acknowledging him as a character and you need to stop” There is literally no damn way of pleasing this fandom. There is always drama. There is always some annoying, entitled little 15yo who thinks they are so experienced in the way the world works and believe they know what is best when it comes to a tv show. A thing that has no effect on reality itself and is meant for enjoyment. And all this stupid shipping nonsense [part 2]

Even the cast for voltron could care less about the stupid shipping rules. They even encourage people to broaden their horizons when it comes to it but all these idiots can do is judge and berate people. Like they are best, most innocent people who ever existed and they can do no wrong. I’m sorry to vent like this but I hate it. I hate that this fandom is going to always carry a bad name. I hate that anyone new that enters this fandom is going to be bullied and put down regardless of [part 3]

what they think or do. I just wish things were different and more at peace. I wish it was the ml fandom. With the ml fandom, they are much more accepting. They listen. They look at stuff you tag them in. They are so supportive and generous but nearly everyone in the vld fandom is entitled and think they are above everyone else just because of their stupid little ships. Anyway, sorry for the overload. If you decide to post this then thanks for replying back. If not then oh well [part 4]

I just came to you because I admire your maturity and mind. You have a way with words that I love and I thought this is something that would speak to you. Thanks for reading

You’re not wrong, anon, lol. The VLD fandom is… something else. Which is why I generally try to stay out of it. I’ll voice my opinion if I’m asked a question I want to answer, but generally I’ll keep it out of the tags unless I think it’s worth the drama (which is rarely). I mean, it still gets around anyway, but unlike my ML responses, I won’t usually respond to any of the comments, etc. It doesn’t matter what you say or what you headcanon, someone always has something to say to put it down, no matter the evidence you present or how reasonable you are. The thing with Voltron is that people are so territorial over their headcanons for the characters that anything different is seen as a threat. And that’s mostly due to the creators secrecy about character facts. I’m not blaming the creators–they can reveal whatever they want–but because so much is lacking validity, people are super, super territorial about their own ideas. Usually this is something that is kept to ships, because ship wars are “normal” in a fandom where the canon couples haven’t been determined yet. But because Voltron lacks information from character backgrounds to ages to relationships, everyone is overly territorial about everything. And when something does get revealed, everyone gets petty and nasty as a result.

Look at ML for example. It was set from the get-go who the canon couple would likely be and character information is generally given freely (like last names, ethnicities, etc). So headcanons are killed quickly and even those that ship something outside the lovesquare–like AdriNino–don’t get as much hate (I’m not saying they don’t get any, because they do. Which I don’t understand because it’s a ship that’s not hurting anything, like most ships don’t hurt anything, so, like, leave them be?) as people in the VLD fandom. This is because headcanons and things outside the canon are not seen as threats. 

In Voltron, everything is a threat. And so people go over the deep end because they’re ridiculous and have no chill, and this is, apparently, the perfect outlet for their rage and aggression. 

It’s disgusting and why I take down things I post, like outlines, if they start to cause even a small ruckus because I don’t want to deal with that bullshit in my inbox. 

Like tumblr in general, it’s just not worth the stress because, at the end of the day, the pathetic arguments we have here aren’t going to change the world, so if it’s a place you don’t want to be or you can’t have fun in the discourse, it’s better to just ignore it and do your own thing. 

Originally posted by vernybvitday

Thank you for your support and messages, anon! You’re lovely ;D 

Also, Hunk is a sweetheart no matter his character flaws and anyone who thinks otherwise can fight me. Or try to, but I likely won’t respond XD