dont say what you think

so i was talking to @captain-kitt and they came up with the cutest headcannon kJHGFGHJK w hAT IF KARASUNO ALREADY WENT WITHOUT OIKAWA HAVING THE CHANCE TO THROW PETTY COMMENTS AT THEM


the posture theory

for @drownedpoet​ and the two anons who asked

  • neil has great posture
  • since he’s shorter than most adults, standing and sitting up straight always gave him a better vantage point to survey areas when he was on the run
  • it also helped when he was younger and had to appear older 
    • so people would stop asking so many questions about why “such a nice young boy was doing things he shouldn’t be"
    • it made things like buying cigarettes, driving, and carrying a gun so much simpler when he wasn’t being interrogated every five minutes
  • breathing was much easier as well in the bulletproof vests he always wore
    • wearing kevlar is a lot like wearing a chest binder, it’s restrictive and makes breathing a pain in the ass
    • sitting up straight was at least a partial solution to this problem
  • not to mention it gave him an intimidating look that kept people at a healthy distance and made sure he wasn’t bothered
  • it also made it easier to jump into a fighting stance in a seconds notice if necessary
  • sleeping back to back with his mother reinforced the habit 
    • neither of them could sleep if there was even the smallest gap between their bodies
    • life on the run from people constantly trying to kill you makes you rightfully cautious and a little bit paranoid, so it’s nice to have the grounding weight of someone you trust at your back
  • he also used to be a dancer, but that’s another au/headcanon
  • andrew, on the other hand, has terrible posture
  • his childhood was spent slouching down trying to disappear and look like less of a target
  • he would sleep curled into himself with his back against the wall so he would be harder to grab
    • it also made it harder for drake to take his clothes off
  • hiding was easier as well
    • getting used to being tucked into himself made squeezing into tight spaces for up to a couple of hours at a time to avoid drake much more comfortable
  • slipping away from being held is about 90% easier when you’re slouched as it allows for quicker movement
    • this didn’t take andrew more than twice to learn
  • andrew never really saw the point of good posture when his body never really belonged to him anyway
    • this is his depression talking, but he doesn’t care
  • i mean what’s the point of worrying about posture when you don’t plan on living long enough to be affected by it?
Some things I think people need to understand about Killing Stalking

To start, I was to preface this by saying this is coming from someone who typically doesn’t like these types of stories (I like psychological thrillers, but not too big into gore and such) and, this is coming from a gay person (a girl who likes girls). So please, Don’t say I like KS for “””yaoi””” 

It seems many on tumblr have an innate hatred for KS…without having ever read it. “It’s problematic!” you scream, “It’s abusive!” yes…yes, it is. And what many fail to understand is that these are main parts of the story. The relationship between Yoonbum and Sangwoo is never shown in a positive light, every interaction is menacing and foreboding (even the “lovey” seeming ones) it’s all portrayed in a manner that just screams “Stockholm Syndrome” and the more the story goes on, the more we as readers see the deterioration of Yoonbum’s love for Sangwoo and his desperation to escape (he even has thoughts of killing him, for christs sake). It’s an abusive relationship….portrayed as an abusive relationship. I will admit, some fans do romanticize it, but that’s no fault of the stories own or the author, that’s a whole other conversation. Abusive relationships are real, and it should be no surprised to see one portrayed in a story, especially a story such as this. 

“It’s homophobic!!” …what? Are people suggesting that because it’s a gay abusive relationship, that makes it homophobic? I’d say to think that every gay relationship is bright and happy and healthy is slightly homophobic in it’s own right. We’re just like anyone else, gay relationships can be just as toxic and unhealthy as another relationship. And sure, Sangwoo says some homophobic things, but he also comes to accept that side of his sexuality too (he’s also a serial killer so….what are you really expecting)

KS is a psychological horror featuring a gay toxic, abusive relationship. It doesn’t glorify these things. Are there some problematic KS fans? Definitely, but just because someone reads KS doesn’t automatically make them a shitty abusive scumbag like some of you seem to be thinking (looking at you, rude anons in my ask box). Look, I get it if KS isn’t your cup of tea, it’s definitely not for everybody. But don’t go around assuming things and attacking people when you don’t truly understand what you’re talking about. KS portrays abusive and problematic things, but does that make it problematic itself? I don’t think so, it’s a horror story, and has a plot and characters to fit that. Sangwoo is a merciless serial killer, is he sometimes portrayed sympathetically and given a background? Sure. But Criminal Minds does the same thing with it’s serial killers, why arent you complaining about that? Jojo’s Bizzarre adventure does that with Kira and he’s one of the most believable and effective villains i’ve ever seen. And Sangwoo is just that, a villain, just because he can be portrayed sympathetically and given a personality doesn’t detract from that. It’s never really been implied that Sangwoo is a good person that deserves good things. Do some fans seem him that way, or see him a positive light and want him and Yoonbum together all lovey dovey? Sure, theyre out there. But that’s them and their prerogative, not the story (I don’t agree with that but that’s them, not me) Do some people only read for ~yaoi~ they sure do. But again, that’s them, NOT the story itself. 

But you can’t blame the story for some of the fans or your own assumptions about it. KS is a psychological horror, it’s plot is well thought out, its characters are believable and everything is portrayed amazingly through the writing and art. If you think of KS as a “love story” then yeah, it’s “problematic” but that’s not what it is. It’s HORROR, and it’s horror done right. 

it has come to my attention that i have yet to draw any actual dan/phil kisses, so now i’m doodling uncharacteristically disgustingly sweet romantic phan and contemplating whether or not to colour it.


i don’t think that mon el came to “”destroy”” kara/james relationship

i don’t think that is racist

i think that is the right thing to do


i hated their relationship from the begging it was horrible they don’t have chemistry at all wHY WOULD ANYONE SHIP THEM??

im so excited about kara and mon el they are so cute together and i love them already 

so you can keep talking and saying that he just came to ruin things between jamesandkara i’ll be pleased to see you 

im just so happy that the things between them are over THANK YOU WRITERS

Originally posted by confused-me

and also i’d like to say


Originally posted by rainyjelena

Yuanfen - Part 8

Characters - Bucky x Reader, Mentions of Tesla and Steve as well as a few others

Word Count - 2116

Warnings - Fluff? Bucky being the cutest, Almost smut, Language

A/N - HOOBOY. That’s all I’m gonna say. Please dont hesitant to tell me what you think! This is an AU. 缘分 (Yuanfen) is a Chinese word that has no direct English translation and (roughly) means “A relationship that is brought together by a force such as destiny or fate.“

Yuanfen Masterlist

“What are you saying?” You eyed him suspiciously as he let your fingers slip from his grasp.

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I want you to listen carefully to what I’m about to say. This isn’t the first time I’ve saved you from danger, is it ? If I’m right, this world is trying to kill you. From now through August 25th, or August 26th at 12 am, I think many disasters will come upon you. You don’t have to believe me, but I want you to listen to my warning. I want you to live.

Birthday Boy

Originally posted by jeanpolfus

The new addition to the True Fluff series!  (Click here for mobile master list link, which has everything from the previous parts linked up.)

Summary: You and Dean, and Sam and Jess spend a weekend at a cabin to celebrate Dean’s birthday. 

Word Count: 2505

Warnings: Drinking. A little bit of hotness. And that surprise at the end that even I didn’t expect. 

Your name: submit What is this?

Dean had taken off at lunch that Friday, picked you up from your house, then drove you over to Jess and Sam’s house so the four of you could make way to your cabin retreat for the weekend. It was a three-and-a-half-hour drive, but it was a fun trip – with the boys in the front, talking sports, work, and fishing, and you and Jess chatting in the back seat of her SUV, the time passed quickly.

Once both couples had settled in their respective rooms, Dean and Sam manned the grill while the girls put together a pasta salad and cut up some vegetables for burger fixings. With the obvious exception of Jess, who was into her fifth month of pregnancy and showing quite adorably, the beer was flowing nicely. You and Dean were both nursing a precarious state of tipsy when you went to bed, leading to the most physical you’d been with each other yet.

You were down to a bra and panties, and Dean was in boxers before he sat back on his heels, pulling you with him.

“Listen, pretty girl,” he started, trying to slow his breathing but managing to nip at your bottom lip. “I’m not going to lie that getting to this point with you hasn’t crossed my mind several times – you’re beautiful and sexy, and I’m not just talking about your looks.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, sliding just enough so that your hips were level with his. You both felt the electricity from that friction; Dean took a sharp breath in.

“But?” you prompted.

“But I think we should stop here,” he finally sighed. “I don’t want you to think it’s you – not in a negative way. You make me want to do things the right way, Y/N. This weekend is going to be amazing, I already know, because I’m with you. Would being with you that way make it even better? Without a doubt. I just don’t want us to rush anything with you. I want it to be absolutely perfect when it happens for us.”

You bit your bottom lip and carefully backed off his lap, pulling the blanket up over your chest. In truth, you couldn’t stop smiling; how much more perfect did this guy, even with his flaws, get?

“I agree,” you finally confessed. “I’m sorry that I let the beer get the best of me.”

“Hey, it was both of us,” Dean assured, tossing you one of his shirts to sleep in.

You grinned over at him. “Did you pack that for me?”

“That one? Babe, I packed one for both nights we’re here for you.”

You tipped your chin up for a kiss, a silent request Dean happily filled.


The snow outside the cabin window glistened, even with as little sun as was shining that Saturday morning. You warmed your hands around a cup of coffee, watching that beautiful scenery before you as you sipped at the brown liquid.

Dean’s now-familiar scent assaulted your senses as he came from the shower to wrap his arms around you, lightly kissing your neck and whispering a good morning. You leaned back against his shoulder, a content smile pulling at your lips.

“Morning, Sparky,” you answered quietly. “You and Sam getting ready to head out?”

“After he has his weirdo egg-white omelet,” Dean chuckled, pulling away from you to get his own coffee. “You sure you girls will be okay?”

You nodded. “We’ll be fine. I’m going to help Jess plan some things for the baby’s nursery, and I’m sure we’ll both enjoy the chance to laze around the cabin. Just don’t go freezing out there – I’m off duty this weekend.”

Dean chuckled, pulling you closer and kissing the tip of your nose. “Before Sam gets out here, I just wanted to make sure … You’re okay about last night?”

You looked up at him through coy lashes, feeling your cheeks heat as you thought of Dean’s hands roaming your body. You remembered looking up at him while his body hovered over yours and thinking, This is it. He’s it.

“I’m fine, Dean. Really. It’ll happen when it happens. I’d just as soon we be, you know, in love and all that before we go there.”

Dean said nothing; just kissed you again. You wondered at the look on his face, but Sam and Jess came out to the common area of the cabin then, cutting off your train of thought.


“Twins! Yes! Have twins!” you said excitedly, clapping your hands while Jess shook her head fervently. “A Little Jess and a Little Sam!”

“You don’t have to carry them,” Jess reminded, waving off your encouragements. “Which, by the way, if my next doctor’s appointment reveals a second heartbeat, you’re obligated to take one of those babies whenever I’m overwhelmed.”

“Deal,” you chuckled. “I know I haven’t known you and Sam that long, but I’m really happy for you guys, Jess. You and Sam are going to be amazing parents.”

“Thank you, Y/N. You know, it’s funny you mention about not knowing each other that long, and I guess we talked about it a little bit at our girls’ day, but I feel like you and I were close from the start, and I love that.” She dabbed at her eyes with her sleeve. “I won’t say much more because these stupid hormones will really get the waterworks going, but I do want you to know that I feel like you complete our Winchester family.”

You couldn’t help it; you reached over the magazines of baby things and hugged Jess. “I couldn’t have asked for a better family to potentially become a part of.”


Dean casted out his line, breathing in the cold air. He wasn’t necessarily a huge fan of the lower temperatures, but it was refreshing to get outdoors and spend time with his brother. They weren’t catching much, but at least with trout season still in effect, they could give it a go.

“So, there were some interesting noises coming from your room last night,” Sam teased his older brother.

Dean rolled his eyes. “Can it, Sammy.”

Sammy laughed out loud. “Oh, c’mon, Dean. It’s not like you to be shy about this kind of stuff. Not with me.”

“Yeah, well, Y/N’s different.”

“How so?”

“We put a stop to last night before anything really serious happened.” Dean shrugged. “Just don’t want it to be some random half-tipsy thing with her. It’s gotta be perfect. Everything with her has to be perfect.”

Sam smirked. “Getting attached, big brother?”

Dean shrugged. “Something like that.”

“Well,” Sam sighed, “I know Jess really likes Y/N. So do I and so does Mom. Jess and I were talking the other night about it – kind of feels like our family’s complete now, don’t you think?”

“It hasn’t even been seven weeks.”


Dean didn’t have an answer for that.


Originally posted by thatfandomnerdgirl

You and Jess had both drifted off to sleep while watching a cheesy rom-com and waiting for the boys to return. Sam came in, picked his wife up from the couch and carried her to the more comfortable bed to finish off a nap with her.

Dean slid into the recliner next to you, kissed your cheek and stroked your hair until you started to rouse from your sleep.

“Hey,” you smiled, trying to get your eyes to open. “Did you guys have fun?”

“We did,” he assured. “Caught a few, threw ‘em all back. Had some good conversation.”

“Good. What are you gonna do now?”

“Well, I think Sam and Jess are going to take it easy, but I thought maybe you and I could go into town for supper? You brought a dress, right?”

“Did you tell me to bring a dress?”

Dean frowned. “Yes.”

“Then, yes, I brought a dress,” you smiled. “But I’ll only go on one condition – you have to let me pay since it’s your birthday weekend.”

“A night out with you and free dinner?” Dean kissed you softly. “That’s like having my birthday cake and eating it, too.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little as you made way for the shower so you could primp up before your evening out with Dean.


Your dress was simple and classic. Dean told you about the place he’d found in town that he wanted to take you to; it was nicer than the restaurant where you’d had your first date, so you wanted to make sure you were dressed for the occasion. The heels you paired with your dress made it tricky to walk in the snow.

“Don’t know why I keep picking heels to wear in the winter,” you sighed, buttoning your coat.

But, as soon as you stepped out the door, Dean picked you up bridal style and delivered you to the passenger seat of the already warmed SUV. Dressed pretty slick himself in slacks, a button-up and loose tie, well, you felt pretty damn lucky to have such a man.

When the waiter delivered a large piece of pie with a candle burning in the middle of it and ice cream on the side, Dean laughed. You just smiled at him over the flame.

“Happy birthday, Sparky.”

“My birthday’s not till tomorrow, you know.” Dean blew out the candle, removed it from the pie before the wax met the pastry, and handed you a spoon to share with him.

“And you’ll get your present when we’re back in town tomorrow,” you promised. “In the meantime, enjoy your pie.”

Another thing Dean had no problem with. After you’d paid the bill for your dinners and dessert, the two of you decided it was warm enough to take a short stroll down the main drag. Dean laced his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand every now and then, and talking about what an amazing weekend he was having.

“I can’t imagine it getting any better than this.”

“You should probably wait to say that until we finish having dinner at your mom’s house tomorrow night. She won’t be too pleased if you’re enjoying something more than the birthday meal she has planned for you.”

Dean chuckled as the two of you turned and headed back for the car. “You’re probably right about that. I do have to say, it really makes my world that you get on so well with my family.”

“I like that, too, for both of us,” you agreed. “I know we both want the long haul, but do you really think we can make it that far, Dean?”

“I don’t think so, Y/N. I know so.”

You grinned as he helped you into the passenger seat, leaning in to kiss you before shutting the door and hurrying around to the other side.


After breakfast at the cabin and a couple more hours of fishing for the boys, the four of you were back on your way home. Jess and Sam scooted into their house to unpack and finish up some usual weekend chores before meeting you two at Mary’s later that evening. Dean loaded your bag and his into the back of his truck before setting off toward town.

Before you could get too far, you informed Dean there was something you wanted to show him.

“It isn’t too far out of the way, I promise.”

Dean’s interest was piqued, so it wouldn’t have mattered much if he had to go all the way back to the cabin. As it was, the garage you directed him to was towards the back of the property your father had put in your name and given you for Christmas.

You got out of the truck; Dean followed. You unlocked the door, made him close his eyes, then carefully led him to where he could stand and see everything.


Dean looked around, his eyes wide with awe. All around the garage were tools of an unimaginable number, both newer and old, as well as various car parts. There was a car parked in the middle of the garage, but you guarded it closely before letting Dean take the canvas cover off the vehicle.

“When Grandma started having the kids, she got after Grandpa for tinkering out here with cars so much. She begged him to get rid of this last one, but he just couldn’t do it. So, he left it out here, drove it every once in a while. It’s been a really long time since it’s been driven, and it’s needs some serious fixing. It isn’t much now, but I thought maybe it could be a project for us, together.” You finally lifted the tarp, with his help, revealing a fair condition 1979 Pontiac Trans Am. “I know it’s not the coolest car, and it needs work. If this is a sucky birthday present, I get it. Especially since I’m offering to help you fix it. I’m sure Benny or Tyler would be better help than I would. I just thought – because you love cars, and I know some about them, and it’s a ’79 … Am I crazy? You can tell me I’m crazy. I promise, I’ll find you something else. I won’t help. Dean, c’mon. Please. Say something.”

The look on his face tortured you. Was he disappointed or in shock? If it was shock, was it good or bad? Your concerns were stamped down when, in just a couple steps in your direction, Dean had embraced you so strongly, your feet came up off the ground. He kissed you soundly before setting you back down on the ground, then cupped your face and kissed you one more time.

“I love you, Y/N. And I don’t even care that it hasn’t been even seven weeks. It’s been amazing from the very beginning, then my family really loved you. My friends loved you. Actually, do you know the moment that I knew you were it? When I’d had that long day at work and I came by just to kiss you goodnight.”

“The snow globe kiss,” you offered, almost in a whisper. You were shocked by Dean’s words and you couldn’t believe your brain even allowed for that many words in a row.

“The snow globe kiss,” Dean repeated with a smile. “You came out of the house with your hair in that messy braid, and your clunky tactical boots with your jeans bunched up around the tops. I had a feeling on our very first date, but that moment – that was the moment I knew I was completely gone on you. That I wanted to come home to you every day for a really long time. And, if for whatever God-forsaken reason this doesn’t work out, I won’t even regret what I’m saying right now, because no one will ever or could ever give me the feeling that you give me.” He shook his head as though he couldn’t believe it had even taken him that long to realize it, and repeated the words. “I love you, Y/N.”

Originally posted by saveachevyridedean

Almost There

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yknow i never understand whenever whitewash apologizers are like:

“they aren’t whitewashing them! they are just brightening the picture because its hard to see them!” whenever the picture was taken outside during the day.

Like… you ….cant… see them… in broad daylight? that you have to brighten the picture when theyre in bright sunlight?

For real?

Yall need to get your eyes checked cause… that makes no goddamn sense.

if you are not wheelchair bound, and need to step out of your wheelchair, please do it.

even if youre in public, dont worry about what people will think or say, if you need to get out of your wheelchair, do it.

you dont owe them an explanation, you dont deserve whatever stares or comments youll attract, and you are still disabled, you still need the wheelchair even if you dont need it constantly.

dont let what people might say or do stop you from getting out of your wheelchair.

Why white people don't like me
  • White person: omg. Your mom makes corned beef? Black people don't eat corned beef!
  • Me: well actually, many slave owners were Irish and slave owners taught their slaves to cook what they liked and ofc recipes are passed down through generations so it's really not surprising that a lot of black people eat corned beef

This was basically my life in high school haha

Well, I had one art teacher that hated my stuff, because I drew anime (still do) and one that loved my stuff and would even put it on her wall in the class.

So half support, half hatred. The teacher that hated me even told me to my face “I don’t think you can draw comics.” Jokes on him my most popular post (13,000 notes) is a comic. And I’m developing a webcomic. har har har

  • *gay man on tv tries on a wedding dress*
  • me: yes, and...?
  • mom: *shocked face* but he's a man!!
  • me: yes, and...?
  • mom: *trying to collect herself* oh well of course trans people are ok...
  • me: he's not trans, he's just a man in a dress.
  • mom: but he's wearing a woman's dress, that makes him trans!
  • me: no... it makes him a man in a dress...?
  • mom: oh...
  • *5 minutes later, upon hearing him "talk like a girl"*
  • mom: omg so he's a fag?!?!?!
  • me: *don't be rude don't be rude don't - * OMG COULD YOU USE A WORD THAT'S NOT OFFENSIVE, PLEASE?!
  • mom: he can't hear me anyway!
  • me: yeah but I can, and that's offensive!
  • mom: .....
  • pretty sure she now thinks i'm gay but i don't even care. i had to call her out. and i'm not even mad at her, she's just ignorant and i know she can learn and grow.