even if you can't take them someone else might be able to

The Signs at their Best / The Signs at their Worst
  • Aries at their best: Full of life, adventurous and with a bright light in their eyes - a light bright enough to make all darkness disappear. Challenging, caring and with a big smile on their face. Admiring all beauty they can see, their head filled with plans. Nothing could ever bring them down, nothing could come between them and whatever it is that they want.
  • Aries at their worst: Doubting themselves in a very destructive way. They think it's all their fault and that they can't make anyone truly happy. Reckless. Cannot be reached by anyone, no one knows what's going on inside their head. Harsh. Don't care if they hurt someone's feelings or not. Don't care at all.
  • Taurus at their best: Absolute sweethearts with a great wits. Their heart is only open wide for people they choose carefully because they know it's for their own good. They know what's good for them and they're confident because they know what they're capeable of. A true and fair winner. Caring, charming, funny, intelligent, affectionate.
  • Taurus at their worst: They seem cold and careless. They know how to use words when they want to cause pain with them and they do that. Doubting themselves, suddenly lost all their confidence. Can't really control their feelings and tend to explode. Not looking after themselves and their loved ones because they're busy being stuck in a bad mood but deep down they're very very sorry for it.
  • Gemini at their best: A head full of ideas, a chest full of life. Up to something great, smiling, laughing, telling jokes, telling the greatest stories. Caring, motivating and inspiring. Freedom-loving, passionate about life, creative. Helpful, knows how to cheer you up. They don't run out of energy, they keep going.
  • Gemini at their worst: There is no sparkle in their eyes. Their hands are cold and their look is empty. Everything bores them, bothers them or sucks the life out of their bones. They don't see or hear anything, they're lost in thoughts. Get mean easily, say things they don't mean. Hurt others on purpose but end up hurting themselves. Self-pitying, over-emotional or not showing any emotion.
  • Cancer at their best: Brave people of good heart. Kind and caring, spreading love and good vibes. They fight for what they want, they always have something to say. Generous, understanding, shining as bright as the sun. A smile that makes others smile. They are very strong and handle their emotions wisely. Not to be underestimated.
  • Cancer at their worst: Say or do things they regret immediately. Forget to take care of themselves. They don't talk to anyone, don't reply. They tend to put themselves under an enormous emotional pressure. May manipulate others or completely lock themselves away.
  • Leo at their best: The literal sun. They shine so bright even when they're not smiling. Their laugh echoes, everybody hears it. Very proud, ambitious, kind, fair and loving. Bring happiness wherever they go, bring light into the dark. Full of dreams and very intelligent. The one that makes a boring evening a perfect one. Protective and they have a great sense of humour.
  • Leo at their worst: Believing themselves to be not good enough, doubting themselves and suffering from it. Harsh and kind of cold. Their look is still powerful and you dare not to speak to them. They drift away, may get mean or change their mind really quick because they just don't know what they want and it frustrates them so much.
  • Virgo at their best: Really good at doing what they love to do. Happy to spend time with people they like, generous and gentle, wise, gives great advices. Takes hints, makes great surprises and knows how to comfort people. Full of life and they have a great wits. The one that keeps you grounded. Honest and fair.
  • Virgo at their worst: Causing pain or worries to others to release themselves from it. They may be manipulative and self-pitying, exaggerating and not really speaking up. They tend to make decisions they will regret later. They forget how clever they are or they doubt their skills and their intelligence and make themselves smaller than they are.
  • Libra at their best: A great supporter. Someone with an eye for beauty, a charming smile and an amazing aura. They are funny, full of ideas and spontaneous. Remember little things and can easily make others happy what they love to do. Very creative, honest and they have a wild soul.
  • Libra at their worst: Moody, not seeing themselves as the masterpiece they are. Letting everybody know how they feel. Cold and feeling incredibly bad about it. They just hide away from the world and won't let anything come close to them. In pain just because they see all the flaws in their lives although there may not even be some.
  • Scorpio at their best: Passionate, strong, strong-willed, skilled and loving. They are full of secrets which is why they can keep secrets like no one else. An entire universe for themselves. They don't care about limits but in a good way. They share their ideas and dreams and cheer others up.
  • Scorpio at their worst: Neglecting their friends, their family, their duties and themselves. Reckless and not saying much about it. Things that usually fascinate them do not fascinate them anymore and they feel like nothing could ever make them smile again. Everything they love starts seeming so irrelevant to them.
  • Sagittarius at their best: Funny, uplifting, full of life and good energy. They don't care what anyone thinks of them, they will dance to loud music whenever they feel like it. They are open minded and interested in things, prepared to stand up for what they believe in at any time.
  • Sagittarius at their worst: Feeling depressed and not able to explain it, express it or talk about it. Over emotional and hot tempered, about to explode although they don't always know why. About to yell at someone for little things although they don't want to. Tired of everything.
  • Capricorn at their best: A guardian angel. Always there when you need them, glad to help. Caring for themselves and really moving things. Know how to use words and what to say in any situation. Working on something great, motivating others, taking care of people.
  • Capricorn at their worst: Sarcastic and they just shut everything down. Maybe bitter over something, maybe making others upset, too. Seem to have given up. Not sure what to do or what to say. Doubting themselves deep down but not willing to admit it. Not showing any emotions.
  • Aquarius at their best: An actual source of energy. Always have the greatest plans and ideas, dislike boredom. They love communicating and meeting new people, seeing new places. Curious about life, wanting to explore the world. Lift others up with their presence only.
  • Aquarius at their worst: Complaining over everything and annoying others with it. They don't care about anything anymore, reckless. Do not care anymore and do their own thing even though it might not be good for them. Ignoring others and feeling empty deep down. Like they ran out of energy.
  • Pisces at their best: Supporting others, taking care of others but also of themselves. Very clever, know what to say, funny. Their fantasy knows no limits and they're very productive. Do art or listen to music. Make others smile and fascinate them. Playing their own little games. Inspired.
  • Pisces at their worst: Feeling incredibly sad because of how the world is. Manipulative and stubborn. Actually dangerous because you just can't tell what they're up to. Revengeful. They have no energy and feel powerless, underestimated and not treated how they think they should be treated.

anonymous asked:

What would the guys do if they hear their crush say "me? who would like someone like me?" because they can't believe anyone would like them

Aw nonnie this is a sad/cute one. I hope this is alright! 

Noctis:

 - Noctis would be able to tell you were feeling a little glum, and when you had a few precious moments alone, he’d ask you what was wrong.
- You would try and brush it off at first, it’s not like you want to burden him with something like that…
- But this would just make the prince feel a bit useless, he’d really want you to confide in him. 
- You’d take a big sigh, and finally tell him. You feel lonely. You feel like a bit of a spare part. Everyone was settling down, even Noctis had his marriage to Luna. But you were just left on your own, as always.
- “Hey, don’t be so stupid.” 
- Stupid? This would anger you, you just confided in him like he asked and he calls you stupid?
- Noct would see how irate you were getting, and instantly feel bad.
- “Wait, that’s not what I meant!” And it honestly wasn’t. When will this boy learn to deal with his feelings and say the right thing?
- “Sorry that I’m bothering you with my stupidity Noctis.”
- “Look, that isn’t what I meant by it!”
- He panics that he’s really screwed this up.
- “Sure! I’m just whittling away for nothing!”
- “Well, yeah because-”
- “I should just get used to it.”
- “What?”
- “I mean, who would ever like me?”
- “I would!”
- There would be silence as you digest what Noctis had just said. 
- “You…? But what about Luna?”
- Okay, now his heart is racing.
- “We are friends, good friends, but this arranged marriage… It isn’t for me. Look, I’ve been trying to tell you… I, well, like you.” 
- His eyes sink to the floor and he plays with his arm band nervously. Now it’s calmed down he is self-conscious and can’t believe he just blurted that out…
- You’re stunned. Noctis… liked you? 
- He finally looks at you, unnerved by your silence
- Damn, have I really over stepped the mark this time?
- “Noct… you like me?”
- You can see little splashes of red colour his cheeks as he answers.
- “Y-yeah I do… is that okay?”

 Prompto:

- Prompto would be heading towards the tent one night, after you had disappeared for a while. He was starting to get worried as to where you were!
- As he gets closer to the tent, he can hear your voice… He doesn’t want to intrude if you were on the phone. Though, it didn’t seem like you were…
- He listens for a bit. He knows he shouldn’t, but he just can’t help it. There was just something in the tone of your voice that made him stay, a little twinge of something like… sadness?
- “I’m not like Cindy, or Aranea, I’m just…not.”
- They are definitely talking to themselves. He realised.
- And then you said it. 
- “But really… me? Who could ever like someone like me?”
- It’s almost like you could hear Prompto’s heart crack.
- No. No no no no.
- He recognises the pain in your voice, he understands the self-doubt, he knows it all too well.
- Before he could stop himself or even think about what he was doing, he’d push open the tent flap and take you in his arms.
- There are tears pooling in his own eyes.
- “You should never, never have to feel that way. Not you. Not someone like you.”
- It’s hard to hear him as his voice is muffled, his face buried in your neck. His grip is tight, and he can’t even think about how forward this might be because he just has to make sure you know you’re loved.
- “I like you, I like you, I like you.” He can’t say it enough.
- His words warm your heart.
- You both sit like that for a while, just holding each other until the tears stop. 
- He pulls away, and gently whispers; “It’s you. It has been for a while now. I really like you.”
- You can hardly believe your ears. 
- Still holding you, he looks you in your eyes still wet with tears, now smiling a little sheepishly.
- “So… what do you say?”

Gladiolus:

- Prompto would be chatting away about Cindy, as usual, and you would roll your eyes.
- “Tch, she’s pretty lucky.” 
- Gladio would hear your mumbling, and fall behind the other three to walk with you instead. 
- “Hey, what’s that?” He’d ask, friendly as always.
- “Well, it’s lucky Cindy has someone to feel that way about her.”
- Gladio would raise his eyebrows in surprise and a little in doubt as well.
- “I’m not so sure she sees it that way.”
- “I guess, but at least she knows she’s wanted.”
- By now the other three guys are just a blip in the distance, walking back to the regalia.
- “What do you mean by that?”
- “Well, just that I’d love to be in her shoes. It’s not like anyone will ever feel that way about me.”
- Did they really just say that?
- Suddenly his strong arm juts out in front of you, preventing you from walking any further.
- You look at Gladio in shock, to see that his jaw looks clenched and he looks kind of… angry.
- “Gladio…?”
- “Is that what you truly think?”
- You nod, unable to do more and he finally looks at you.
- “Then, you don’t realise how crazy I am about you.”
- Your heart skips a beat at his words.
- “H-huh?”
- He retracts his arm now, standing up to face you.
- “Why else do you think I always let you fall asleep on me in the car? Because I love the way you feel in my arms. Or when I always ask you for help setting up camp, it’s because I really enjoy your company.”
- He would stand in front of you now, the familiar smile you know and love back.
- “Honestly, these past few weeks you’ve been driving me crazy, and then you say no one would feel like that about you?”
- He shook his head, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes.
- “Well, I’m telling you now, I do. You don’t have to like it, I’ll understand if you don’t and I’ll speak no more of it. I promise.”
- He tilts his head, fully smiling now at your astounded expression.
- “Well… are you alright with that?”

 Ignis:

- Ignis had noticed you’ve been seeming down lately, choosing to sit in the tent early or sitting in the back of the car in your own world.
- It really starts to concern him, he can’t fathom why you’re feeling this way.
- One night he brings you your food to the tent, seeing if you’re okay.
- You thank him a little despondently, so he sits down next to you and asks if you want to share what has been bothering you.
- Looking into those kind green eyes it’s hard not to start talking about what’s wrong. You knew Iggy was a great listener. 
- So you opened up a little to him.
- “I’ve been watching the others get closer to people lately, Prompto with Cindy, Noctis with Luna for example…”
- “What about it is bothering you?”
- “I don’t know. I guess it just sucks being on your own.”
- “Come now, you’ll meet someone who is just right for yourself.”
- He knows it’s true, even if it’s not with him. Though that thought hurts him more than he’d care to admit.
- You throw Iggy an incredulous look.
- “What? It’s true. You’ll find someone you really like.”
- Oh if only he knew.
- “That’s not the problem. The problem is them liking me. I mean, who the hell would fall for someone like me?”
- Suddenly Iggy’s eyes tighten, and he re-adjusts his glasses.
- He seems… annoyed?
- “Please, do not put yourself down like that. You’re a wonderful person.”
- Huuuuge eyeroll from you.
- “Uh huh, sure.”
- Here comes the generic ‘you’ll get there eventually’ chat.
- “I mean it.”
- “Really?”
- He’s persistent.
- “Yes, you’re funny, gorgeous, intelligent… anyone would be lucky to call you their partner.”
- Well… that you weren’t expecting.
- The fidgeting with his glasses is progressively getting worse, which is unlike Iggy.
- “Why are you saying all of this…?”
- “Because I…” He has to take a deep breath here!
- “I see you that way. And would definitely feel lucky to call you mine.”
- Your heart stops, you can’t believe what you just heard. And he’s looking up at you through those lovely long lashes, and you know he’s being serious.
- Oh my.
- “Iggy…?”
- “I’m sorry if this seems sudden, but please… I have to know how you feel about me.” His green eyes are gazing at yours.
- Oh my.

the-sixth-month  asked:

I know I already told you (but that doesnt matter because Im sure you dont remember me) that I love how you draw Stan. And... basically everything else. I figured you draw everything in special shapes! I for myself try to draw more in shapes for drawing pracitce and not with these skeletons. You are really good at this! Maybe if you have time and if you want to, could you give me/us a small toturial? And maybe you dont even draw with shapes and its just me haha... Thank! :3

Thank you! But oh gosh, I really am the last person you should ask for a tutorial. I don’t think I have any conscious technique to it, I just sort of wing it. But I’m gonna try my best to explain my thoughts on different body types and how I draw them! I don’t draw shapes in the way I think you mean. At least I’m guessing you’re referring to something like this:

While I think this could actually be a pretty good way to go about it, this isn’t how I work. What I do is, I draw a rough outline of the character using a thick brush. Let’s take the sketch and line art of this drawing of Stan as an example:

So as you can see, there’s no real shapes or help lines or anything like that. But what I can tell you is this: when I draw bodies I always try to make them as dynamic as possible! My tip for drawing bodies is EXAGGERATE, EXAGGERATE, EXAGGERATE! Exaggerate the body types of different characters to add variety! Exaggerate different parts of the same character to make them more dynamic!

Since we’re on the topic of Stan, let’s talk about Stan and Ford. Identical twins with different body shapes? You can bet your sweet ass I’m gonna exaggerate those two in completely different directions! Identical twins are like the holy grail of character design practice - take two characters with the same face and see just how different you can make them! Let’s draw a quick doodle of the Stan twins:

Even in the rough outline you can clearly tell who’s who just from their body shapes. If you want to practice drawing different body types, I highly recommend trying to make the characters distinct from each other at the earliest possible stage of your drawing. Try to make it so that even from a rough sketch with no facial features or clothes you’ll still be able to tell which character is which!

Why am I going on about this? Because body shapes should not be treated as an afterthought! They need to be there, right from the beginning, right from the very first draft! I quite often see people draw fat characters that just look… odd. And you know why they look odd? Because it looks like the artist just sketched an average person and then added some chub during the line art process. Human bodies don’t really work like that! Unless we’re talking like a beer belly here, then the fat will be more evenly distributed across at least part of the body. This affects things like breadth of shoulders and hips, in other words the very frame of the body. If you’re a cartoonist, just adding some chub to a sketch of an average frame will never get a result that is as good and dynamic as a character than was drawn as fat from the very first draft (and this is why I think working from shapes can be very beneficial!).

Okay, so drawing different body types requires both planning and variety. But how do I go about designing a body? Well, personally, I work a lot with contrast, not only between different characters, but also within a single character. Since we’re on the subject of the Stan twins, let’s talk about Ford a bit. Ever wondered why I draw him with the same skinny legs as Stan, even though they’re thicker than his in canon? Well, part of it is because I draw them as identical and thus their fat distribution would work in the same way. But more importantly, it’s because my art style relies heavily on contrast in order to make characters appear as dynamic as possible!

I often draw characters like this – where one half of the body is broad/thick and the other narrow/thin. Let’s refer to it as ‘horizontal exaggeration’.

But what if I want to draw a character that is thin or thick all over? Can I still make them exaggerated and dynamic? Heck yeah, I can! Let’s talk about, uh, let’s call it ‘vertical exaggeration’! On the average human being, the midpoint of the body is at crotch level. Playing around with this midpoint helps a lot with making cartoony body types more dynamic!

Want to draw an overall thin character? Putting their crotch line higher up than usual will help emphasize how gangly they are. Meanwhile, a fat or stocky character is often drawn with a lower crotch line to help emphasize their girth.

In summary… I don’t really have any special techniques to teach anyone, but I really want to encourage people not to be afraid to exaggerate when it comes to body shapes! Exaggerate horizontally! Exaggerate vertically! Make those bodies weird and dynamic! I realize this is more of a rambling mess then a tutorial, but, uh…  I hope someone might have found this helpful?

And last but not least… Don’t worry if you can’t draw different body types just yet – just keep drawing and practicing and you’ll get the hang of it eventually! I think a lot of us have been at that stage where we were only able to draw skinny characters. Let’s take a look at how I drew bodies 8 and a half years ago and end this with a laugh!

If I can move past this stage, then so can all of you! Just keep drawing, keep practicing, and most of all, keep having fun doing it! Good luck!

This Thing Called Love (I Just Can't Handle It)

Summary: Clarke Griffin’s ill-timed discovery of her feelings for her roommate, Bellamy Blake, leads to a misunderstanding that confuses the both of them.

for awards winner @bispaceprincess

Word Count: 2320

Warnings: Slight Language

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“Here’s the deal,” Clarke said, collapsing onto Bellamy’s bed as he shuffled around getting ready for the day. “Tonight is a good night to stay in and be lazy. So I’m thinking you and me, Chinese takeout, and a Netflix documentary of your choice.”

Bellamy looked over at her as he shrugged on his jacket.

“That’s tempting,” he said with a small smile. “But I can’t tonight.”

Clarke’s own smile faded and she sat up.

“You busy?” she asked.

He nodded as she tried to remember if he’d told her something about tonight. He never worked on Thursday nights, a byproduct of working at his station so long that he was consistently able to request them off.

“I’ll be late so don’t wait up, okay?” Bellamy said.

“Yeah sure,” Clarke nodded, unable to keep from frowning.

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Title: Opening Up
Character: Matt Murdock
A/n: I actually really like the whole aspect of Matt being able to hear other people’s heartbeats and knowing shit about them from it, so I spent a good couple hours listening to multiple types of heartbeat videos in certain circumstances for future reference, so expect a lot of it.

Continuation of: http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/163891242327/title-the-sound-of-your-heart-character-matt


Matt was making his usual route to the firm, moving his walking cane to and fro as he maneuvered his way through the busy street. It was always loud whenever he was surrounded by a sea of people all of whom he could hear the conversations of.

Matt knew all the surrounding areas of the firm, and just as he was in front of the doors to your bakery, he could hear your soft voice humming inside, causing a smile to break out on his face. He was a fan of music, but he could never tell what songs you’d play to yourself.

But, he did know that your shop was never open this early. Foggy told him in conversation once that you worked all through the week, despite having several workers to take up work.

Matt walked up to the door, his hand searching for the doorknob. As we walked inside he heard the little jingle of a bell from above the door. Instantly, the strong smell of sugar and cinnamon filled his noise. And he could hear the whirring of a mixing machine from somewhere in the back.

“Sorry! We’re not opened yet!” He could hear your voice, but it was far away. You were probably in the kitchen out back.

“Not even for a friend?” Matt asked, leaning into his cane.

There was a small crash.

“Oh, Matthew!” Your voice was closer now, he could hear your footsteps walking up to him and your hands brushing against what he assumed was an apron. “What are you doing here?”

“I was just on my way to work, thought I’d stop by and say hello,” Matt zoned in on your heartbeat, it was the same happy rhythm as always. “Just a word of advice though, you might wanna lock the door from now on.”

He heard you laugh, and he noticed that you felt a little embarrassed by your mess up. “Oh yeah, I always forget to lock it again once I’m inside.”

After a bit more chitchat you linked an arm with Matt and lead him into one of the kitchens, letting him know you had made more stuff for him, Foggy and Karen.

“I wish you’d let me pay you back for the food you make us, I think we’re all becoming spoiled.” Matt told you, holding a paper bag filled with sweets.

“Don’t worry about it, I like trying new recipes on you all. Besides, I make them on my own time so I wouldn’t accept your money.” Matt knew you had started working again, he could hear you cracking eggs against a metal bowl.

“If you’re busy I can always come back later?”

“Nah, I don’t mind the company. Everyone else comes in around 9, so I have the place to myself till then. You can head out whenever you want.”

You continued to bake, talking with Matt and letting him try various things, all of which were met with great approval until he said he should probably get going.

“One favor before you go though, one of my hairpins is falling out and I’d fix it on my own but my hands are kind of covered in honey.”

Matt smiled and walked towards you. “Those two things don’t really mix, do they?”

You laughed and turned around. “No, I’m afraid they don’t. It’s the only pin on the left side.”

He leaned his cane against the table and felt for your hair, his hands lightly brushing through the strands till he found the hard material of a pin.

Your hair was incredibly soft, it felt similar to the smooth material of the silk sheets he preferred, he could tell you took good care of it.

There it was again.

He could feel your heart rate picking up and the noise distracted him from his little task.

“Got it.” Matt said softly once he got his attention back, he took his hands out of your hair, albeit a little reluctantly and placed the pin on the table for you to grab when your hands were free.

“Thank you, now I won’t keep you any longer,” You teased, giving him back his cane and walking him to the front door and held it open for him. “I’ll see you later.”

Matt hesitated for a moment. “Would you like to go grab some coffee with me later? Whatever time suits you best, of course.”

Your heart rate went up again, and Matt had to restrain his smile as he sensed you grow flustered.

“O-Oh? I can just always make you some here if you’d like.”

Matt shook his head. “No, I’d much prefer to take you somewhere that you don’t have to do all the work for once.”

You smiled. “Okay uh, I get off around 8:30.”

“Until then.” Matt finally left your shop, listening to your heartbeat the rest of the way to the firm, twirling his cane a few times as he pictured the look on Foggy’s face once he told him who had a date with you.

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prompt: jeonghan loves you, and he has the petals to prove it. but you love joshua, and there is nothing he can do to change that. (requested)
words: 1712
category: hanahaki!au + angst
a/n: i didn’t plan on doing this one this month but i got some inspo and i wanted to write abt jeonghan so here i am. i’ll have a fluff for him eventually to make up for this. sorry :)

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Kalagang #10

1x12 I Can’t Leave Her

Already final episode? Oh, wow. Well, here we are. Last Kalagang moments of season one. I had fun rewatching all of their scenes as well as analyzing the development of their beautiful relationship. And I can’t wait to write more about Kalagang moments in season two! Hope you guys enjoy season finale post.

Previously on Sense8, Wolfgang and Kala had their first kiss. But even after Kala admitted her feelings towards Wolfgang, he still went to see kill his uncle.

Original post [x] @willgorsksi

And so far, he’s doing fine…I should say, until he finds out – actually Will tells him – Sergei was wearing a bulletproof vest and more of his men show up to kill Wolfgang. There’s no place to run, he’s out of bullets…he begins to think ‘this is it’. Not surprisingly, Wolfgang thinks of only one person. Kala.

Original post [x] @kalagang

He visits her, instead of letting her visit him. I think Wolfgang didn’t want her to see or be in his violent world…even if nothing would actually hurt her. Wolfgang lets out a heavy sigh. He doesn’t want to say what he’s about to say. He is not sure if he could even look into her eyes when he tells her that he’s about to die.

Kala obviously senses his emotion. Fear also takes over her body.

Original post [x] @sensatesgifs

He’s almost panting when he looks at her and says he’s come to say goodbye. I think in that moment, Wolfgang was more scared of not being with Kala anymore than of dying.

The way Tina delivered that line was so on point. Kala is like ‘really? seriously? you couldn’t come up with less reckless plan than THIS? and you still decided to go to your uncle after what I did to stop you? I even let you kiss me!’

Wolfgang: How was I supposed to know he’d be wearing a bulletproof vest? Who wears a bulletproof vest in real life?

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

One of the many things I love about these two is even in the most serious and life-threatening situations, they create this strange mood of romantic comedy. And I’m sure when Wolfgang said that line, most people were thinking ‘dude, you carry a rocket launcher in the back of your car. I mean, who has that in his car in real life?’ Hmm. LOL.

Kala: [What are you doing?] I’m not like Sun, I don’t know how to use my fists, but…that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to fight.

This is the moment when our little innocent Kala shows her badass side. I love that she took the courage to be in that dangerous and violent environment – places where she wouldn’t dare to go – for Wolfgang. To fight for him.

Original post [x] @stilesbanshee

And Wolfie is definitely turned on by badass-Kala. He’s thinking ‘I thought I knew the reasons of loving her, but nope, this woman is full of surprises and I’m starting to love her more.’

There is no doubt, no fear, no hesitation in her voice. Only the determination to save Wolfgang and love towards him.

Original post [x] @stevenrogered

*screaming*

Original post [x] @alyciadebnamcareys

I just wanted to put this GIF because it’s Wolfgang in the fire. The fire – more like an explosion – which was created by Kala. This image sort of made me think that this fire, symbolizing Kala, has protected Wolfgang. However, we soon find out that fire meant something else to Wolfgang in his past.

Original post [x] @reyskywalkker

Wolfgang reveals to Sergei that it was none other than Wolfgang himself who killed his father, Anton. Wolfgang strangled him to death, but what made Anton Bogdanow completely disappear from the world – from Wolfgang’s life was the fire. So, in a way, fire might have been something Wolfgang hated for it recalls the memories of that day. Maybe not. One thing for sure is that fire is the last memory Wolfgang has about his father.

But we all know that fire means something different to him now. It makes him the warmth of the sun he felt with Kala on the rooftop of Ganesha’s temple, a bonfire she walked around in her wedding, and the light inside of Kala that makes her shine and beautiful…but also reminds him that he is the darkness.

Wolfgang: [Oh, God. Why?] You know why. You always knew. And still, you did nothing. […] You said…your blood is in my blood. So is his.

Original post [x] @sense8gif

Here, we really get to see a monstrous side of Wolfgang. The monster that was created by his own father and himself. Feels no remorse. Heart filled with pain and rage. Only the darkness exists in him.

Wolfgang: My father was a monster. And so are you. And so am I.

Original post [x] @fyeahwolfiekala

When Wolfgang says ‘and so am I’ you can see the sadness has consumed him for a moment. It just shows how much he hates himself for who he is – the exhaustion and despair after God knows how many times he tried to redeem himself.

Original post [x] @sense8sgifs

Sadness immediately turns into anger as Wolfgang pulls the trigger. When Wolfgang shoots Sergei, to me it felt like he was thinking of someone. He was shooting as if the person sitting on that chair was Wolfgang himself.

When Wolfgang killed his father, he hoped this monster inside of him would go away. However, it didn’t happen. Instead, when he grew up Wolfgang realized he became just like his father. He is so desperate to get rid of his monster, but still can’t find a way. And I think that’s another reason why Wolfgang looks so furious because he knows no matter how many times he kills off monsters like Anton, Steiner, and Sergei, it won’t get rid of the monster inside of him. It would only make him more like them.

Wolfgang: That’s why you have to marry Rajan.

Wolfgang thinks she deserves happiness – something he cannot give her, at least that’s what he thinks. He believes he will always be that monster. The darkness that she’s afraid of (Kala said she couldn’t sleep with all the lights off in 1x07). He thinks he doesn’t deserve her.

Another reason why he tells her to marry Rajan is – Wolfgang has never experienced this kind of feeling to anyone until Kala. And as much as it makes him feel alive and different, he is also scared. He’s afraid he might get hurt by this unfamiliar emotion. (Max Riemelt also mentioned this in Facebook live session)

Moreover, after showing his monstrous side, Wolfgang knows for certain that Kala will never be able to look at him the same way as before. So Wolfgang decides to push her away first, because he thinks he won’t be able to stand her rejection.

Original post [x] @ladyofglencairn

But what Wolfgang didn’t know is that Kala’s feelings towards him are stronger and deeper than he imagined. Wolfgang may think she cried because of fear and disappointment; when in fact, Kala was actually crying for him because she felt his pain. If Kala was truly disappointed by Wolfgang’s monstrous side, then she’d have looked away. But Kala never takes her eyes off of him because she still sees something beautiful and good inside of him. She feels his love towards her as well as her love towards him.

Kala: [We have to wake her up] [How?] [I don’t know] I do. Set her down.

(@tidesandtowers​ thanks for pointing out this scene for me!) This is not Kala and Wolfgang’s interaction, but when Will tries to find a way to wake Riley up, Kala appears to help them. Kala seems she was still crying and trying to recover from what happened between Wolfgang and her – more likely the pain she shared with Wolfgang. She talks to Will in a quavering voice. This highlights how much Wolfgang means to her – how much his presence has grown in her heart.

Original post [x] @amanitacaplan

I thought it’d be nice to put the ending scene. Always gives me chills. Besides, even after he pushed her away, Wolfgang appears right next to Kala. What can I say? KALAGANG IS THE ENDGAME!

anonymous asked:

A Supercat prompt if you're still taking them (I miss your fics!) Footage of Cat hotly kissing her female date in an elevator is leaked and goes viral. Cat is unfazed and loving her new status as a sex symbol and lesbian icon. Kara can't stop thinking about the footage and realises that her feelings run deeper than hero worship...

It leaks overnight.

Half of the evening crew is pulled to work on containing the situation, while the remaining journalists attempt to keep things as ‘business as usual’ as possible. The end of the world is no excuse for anything less than perfection at CatCo, why should this be any different? Even if it was far closer to home than some looming threat most people would never actually come face to face with, they still needed to make it seem as if CatCo were unphased by the news.

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anonymous asked:

Fremione! "I can't believe you talked me into this"

Everything was ready. The plan was flawless and they’d been going over it for weeks. Today was the day, today it was finally going to happen.

And then, hopefully, George would shut his big fat mouth.

Fred’s face couldn’t help but contort into a blissful grin as he envisioned a future where his brother and Angelina finally got together, meaning that Fred finally got to go ten seconds without hearing his twin talking about how amazing Angelina was or having him ask Fred if he too had noticed the confidence she carried now as their team captain.

Ugh …

Instead, Fred held out hope that the two of them getting together would mean less talk and more snog, strange as that might sound. But if it was for the greater good! Even Lee, who never shied away from expressing admiration for any lady, was growing tired of the rambles of a lovesick idiot.

It was near Christmas and mistletoes existed in abundance, but the one Fred had designed was engineered to nail down anyone who stepped underneath and wouldn’t let go until they’d kissed properly—as in none of that friendly peck on the cheeks nonsense. There would be no room for misinterpretation. All that remained was for Lee to steer the lovebirds to stand beneath the archway on the fourth floor. It was secluded and quite romantic with its view of the snow-covered grounds and the looming sunset. It was the perfect setting for his plan …

“Fred?”

Fred startled, flying up from his crouched position where he’d been peeking around the corner to where the archway was, and turned around meeting Hermione Granger’s suspicious gaze. She raised an eyebrow. “What are you up to?”

Recovering from the surprise, Fred plastered on the most innocent smile available in his repertoire. “Hermione,” he said, “good evening.”

She wasn’t fooled and crossed her arms, making her robes move and call attention to the shining Prefect badge on her chest. “What are you up to?”

“I—“ There was a tingling sensation and Fred stopped in horror. He looked to the side, with Hermione following his move, and as he’d predicted, there was his brother. But he wasn’t alone.

“Angelina?” Hermione’s frown from before let up and was replaced with a look of surprise. “I thought you were on your way to the Quidditch pitch?”

Angelina grimaced. Fred could hear the gears in Hermione’s brain working next to him, attempting to discern the cause of Angelina’s guilt-ridden face.

Fred addressed his brother, “George, tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.”

George—who unlike Angelina bore no signs of feeling bad—smirked. “I did nothing that you hadn’t already planned on doing to me, Freddie.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” grumbled Angelina as the twins were fighting a battle with their eyes. “I’m so sorry, Hermione.”

Hermione’s eyes bulged. “What? What is happening, Angelina? Why can’t I move?”

Fred broke away from glaring at his brother and pointed up, sighing, “Mistletoe.”

Hermione groaned. “Merlin …”

“Now, we’re merciful enough to not gather you an audience, but hopefully this’ll remind you to not meddle,” said George, catching Fred’s attention again.

“Meddle?”

Fred ignored Hermione’s questioning eyes, knowing that she wanted to know how much he was to blame for their situation. He instead busied himself shouting obscenities at his brother, who did nothing but wave unconcernedly whilst walking away, Angelina trailing behind him and sending a last ‘sorry’ Hermione’s way.  

Once they were around the corner and out of sight, Fred stopped his shouting but continued cursing his twin in his mind. If they had the connection everyone always claimed they had, then George would be hearing him loud and clear.

“What do we do now?” Hermione asked after a moment of silence.

“There’s nothing to do,” admitted Fred, facing her at last. “This thing isn’t going to let up until we’ve done as told.”

“I can’t believe someone with your genius didn’t build in a failsafe.”

“Failsafe?” asked Fred, hint of a smile growing wider, “And excuse me, did you say genius?”

Hermione ignored him, “Failsafe, as in a code word in case you wanted to abort the mission.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“Oh, I don’t know—perhaps for situations like this one!”

Fred grinned, “You know, we could really use brains like yours developing products.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, which did nothing to hide the fact that the flattery had got to her, “This is not the time to try and recruit me. Honestly, what are we going to do?”

Fred took some time to think, going over the various precautions he’d taken to ensure that whoever ended up beneath the mistletoe wouldn’t be able to get out. There really was nothing else to do but … He swallowed at the thought. This was not how he’d imagined this would go. He’d built up this image of what he was going to do for so long now that the fact that reality had caught up with him made him question everything. Surely, Hermione couldn’t be looking at him with those gorgeous and clever brown eyes of hers, asking him for a solution. Surely, she wasn’t standing so close that he could feel the warmth of her against his front (he forgot that this was because of the gravitation spell he’d cast on the mistletoe) and that he could count the freckles on her nose that were infinitely fewer than his. Surely, she wasn’t there for him to kiss. It was insane. It was preposterous. But somehow, it was reality.

Hermione spoke then, her eyes taking on an amused glint, “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you speechless.”

Fred couldn’t help it, he chuckled. “You do have that effect on me.” He summoned some courage and willed his hand to move a lock of hair behind her ear.

To his delight, a furious blush appeared on the witch’s face. “I …erm, that is …”

“Look,” said Fred, “there really only is one way to get away from this mistletoe and …I’m  afraid that—“

“Fred, I’d rather give you a small kiss than stand here any longer, so perhaps we should just get it over with.” Hermione’s face remained red, but she looked determined. Fred felt sorry as soon as he told her it wouldn’t be that easy, and watched her determination faltered.

“Bloody hell, I need to build one of those failsafes next time.”

Hermione bit her lip and nodded in agreement. “All right, we should …we should just go ahead. And do it. I mean, do the kissing. That.”

Fred let out a long breath. “All right. Try to not fall in love with me after this, Granger,” he added with a wink to cover up how nervous he was.

To his surprise this made Hermione’s eyes widen in horror. Something inside Fred stirred at the look. “Granger?” he asked. “…Hermione?”

“I …” Hermione avoided looking at him now. She shook her head. “Nevermind, it’s nothing. Let’s just do this and you can leave to do your pranks.”

Something wasn’t quite right, but before Fred could ask what was wrong, Hermione had grabbed him by his tie and crushed her lips against him.

At first, there was surprise. Then, amazement at the feel of her soft mouth caressing his and the way her body molded itself against him, making him clutch her tighter at the waist with one hand and tangling into her hair with the other. And after that, Fred’s sense made a slow return and he noticed the desperation emanating from the girl he was kissing. The only girl he’d wanted to kiss for months now. But somehow, he didn’t think she knew that. So he made sure she knew.

Hermione made a startled noise as his kiss deepened, but he could feel confusion gradually replace the emotions from before. After a while, the two of them broke apart gasping for air and Hermione’s eyes searched frantically over his face.

“Fred,” she asked, her eyebrows pulling close together, “are you …?”

“Yes,” he said, determined to meet her uncertain gaze as steadily as he could. “For a long time now.”

“Bloody hell,” she breathed. And then she pulled him close again, neither of them noticing that the mistletoe above them had burst into colours before disappearing.

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“It’s worse than I imagined,” Lee groaned, watching Fred and Hermione. He righted himself and looked back at Angelina and George standing next to him behind the wall. “But hopefully this’ll put a stop to his ramblings, the lovesick idiot that he is.”

anonymous asked:

Autistic people are often framed as having only a singular, heavily involved "special interest", or perhaps 2 or 3, to the absolute exclusion of anything else. While I know this is likely true for some, I can't imagine that every autistic person ever doesn't have multiple hobbies or interests pursued with varying degrees of engagement. The sense I get from the NT-written things I've encountered make autistic folk seem very one-dimensional. I'd like some help clearing this up, please!

This is one of those topics that hasn’t really been researched, as far as I can tell, so I’ll be sticking to my usual method of speaking for myself and inviting autistic followers to add their thoughts. I can in no way claim to speak for everyone, but am happy to share my perspective.

First off, let me explain how a special interest works for me with a simple metaphor: falling in love. When I first come across a new special interest, its eyes sparkle at me from across the room. I get a tiny taste of it, a fragment of information or a glimpse of a picture, and a spark flies, and a fuse lights, and a bomb of euphoria goes off in my head. This thing, this thing right here, is quite clearly the most amazing, important thing I’ve ever come across. This thing is frigging incredible, the best thing that’s ever happened, and the world needs to know.

I become obsessed. I gobble up information wherever I can find it. I learn everything there is to know as quickly as I possibly can. I become an expert on this thing in a remarkably short amount of time. This is LOVE, man. Well, more accurately, this is infatuation. Puppy love. That drug-like rush of chemicals in your brain when you feel you’ve found THE ONE. I talk about it constantly, much to the annoyance of those around me who just don’t quite understand why this thing, this one thing, is so amazingly great that I need to rant about it to the exclusion of everything else in the world. (Especially since they’ve heard it all before.) Just talking about it gives me a rush of euphoria. Sometimes I can see that those around me aren’t interested, but I just can’t stop. The words pour out of me, the excitement radiates off of me, I can’t be ignored, can’t be interrupted. This is like nothing that has ever happened before! Surely, if I can explain it well enough, everyone else will see, too, right? Right?

If you’ve never been in this kind of love, you might not have learned this lesson yet, but here it comes, folks: that kind of love doesn’t last. That euphoric high that results when your brain decides to take a bath in happy chemicals - it’s just physically impossible to sustain it. Eventually, the high, the firey passion, wears off. For me, this usually takes about a year. I’ve read and watched and learned everything I can about this thing. It’s been the center point of my life for a long time, the thing that gets me out of bed in the morning. And one day, suddenly, it just… doesn’t hold the same appeal. It’s not that I don’t love it anymore! I will always love it. But the love changes. It becomes the old, familiar love that comes with time. You don’t get that high from being together anymore, but that doesn’t mean you don’t enjoy each other’s company. You no longer try to persuade the world that this one is the one, is the best thing ever. You no longer need to. This love just settles into the back of your mind, always there, always a comfort, always ready to give you a hug when you need it.

The expertise I’ve gained from all my intensive research, that stays. I will always know just about all there is to know about that thing (at least, all there was to know when I was researching it). I’ll always be able to call that knowledge to mind later on, when it’s useful. And I’ve developed quite the reputation for being a “know-it-all”. I always seem to have some random, obscure fact right on the tip of my tongue, and it’s usually debunking some common misconception that my friends would just as soon keep on having rather than feeling like they’re constantly under attack by that one girl who just HAS to know EVERYTHING.

But it doesn’t feel that way for me. A key difference I’ve noted in communication between autistic and allistic people, and the source of a large percentage of our miscommunications in life, is this: allistic people communicate to bond emotionally and to establish and display power and dominance or submission. Autistic people communicate to share information. When I correct someone, it’s because I know that if I was wrong, I would want to be given the correct information, so I could stop being wrong. But when an allistic person is corrected like that, they take it as an attack on their status, a display of power, and a denial of their feelings. The “golden rule” doesn’t always work. It’s a constant problem.

In any case, I have always been described as someone obsessive. Someone who finds one thing (although it’s often two, three, even four things at a time) and just obsessively learns everything about it and won’t shut up about it for months and months on end. And that really does seem to be true, in a sense. I have very extreme levels of interest. Either something is amazing and I need to know everything about it, or it just doesn’t catch my interest at all. There isn’t much in between.

On the other hand, due to all the many special interests I’ve had over my more than three decades of life, I have built up quite a broad range of interests. I never lost any of them. All of those things still interest me now, and when someone brings one of them up in conversation, I still get a spark of the old obsessiveness deep inside. As a result, I now seem to have a wide range of interests, some of which I’m overtly obsessive about, and others which I keep on file, ready to pull out whenever they’re needed. When I was young, that probably wasn’t the case. It’s likely that I may have been viewed as somewhat one-dimensional as a child, obsessed with just a few things and completely uncaring about everything else. (And when my parents, trying to make me act “normal”, tried separating me from my special interests, the pain was as crushing as being forced to leave your True Love because the rest of the world doesn’t want you to be together - and only made my obsession stronger.)

What I want you to understand is that I don’t see that as a negative thing in any way. An allistic person might see that narrow range of interests and think “oh the poor thing, it’s like she lives in a tiny world and is missing so much of life!” But from my perspective, it’s allistic people who are missing out. Allistic people never seem particularly interested in anything, not by my standards. From where I’m standing, it looks like allistics just drift through life, dabbling in a little of everything but never mastering anything, never finding any real interest, never getting any real, intense joy out of any of their hobbies. An allistic person might say to me, “Yeah, I do a little crocheting, but I’m not really that into it.” And in my mind, I’ll think… then why do it at all? How horribly unsatisfying must it be to go through your entire life, never falling in love with anything you do? Never feeling that euphoria that I get to experience over and over again every time I find a new interest?

Autistic and allistic brains are specialized differently. Allistic brains are best at navigating social rules and structures and internalizing broad strokes and large categories. They look at a table for the first time and think: “That’s a table.” And that’s pretty much as far as they go. They might spend a few seconds to note the material or color or overall condition of the table, but that’s it. 

Autistic brains are specialized in details. It means we have more information to process, all those details without any mechanism for discarding the ones that aren’t important, but it also means we get to see everything about something. I see that new table and I can get lost in tracing the patterns of the grain for hours on end. Sure, it takes me longer, but I get a lot more out of it, and I get a joy from that which allistic people just don’t seem to get.

It’s similar with our interests. Allistics have broad interests, dipping their toe into the shallow ends of a thousand different pools but never really diving in. Autistics have narrow but intense interests. We absorb every detail, and in doing so experience an intense and wonderful euphoria. Honestly, sometimes I feel sorry for all the allistic people in the world who never get to experience that. The poor things… ;)

-Mod Aira

For me, I can have both special interests and normal-level interests. Just because I have stuff that I really really love and am passionate about doesn’t mean I can’t also have other interests, that I’m not quite as passionate about but that I like to dabble in from times to times or as a part of my routine. I do not feel however the urge or will to research them in more depth. There is joy that I can derive from it, but there is not the same “drive” to pursue it. I’d say that’s the main difference between a regular interest and what we call a special interest: a drive to learn about it, talk about it, read about it, build projects about it, engage with it, that is much stronger. So one person can have one or a few special interests, but I’d say it’s not always to the exclusion of everything else.

I think the intensity of special interests, their “obsessiveness” and whether or not the person likes to engage with other subjects that their special interests depends a lot from one person to the next. My special interests sound less intense than what Aira is describing, and I may have more varied non-special interests. So really I’d say this is something that depends a lot from one person to the next.

I also want to add that just because someone has a narrow range of interests doesn’t mean they’re one-dimensional: I’ve seen a special interest described as a lense through which you understand the world. The world is large, and even if you have only one such “lense”, that’s a lot of things to discover with that unique point of view.

-Mod Cat

The Wildcat and the Bear (Part 3)

Part 2 - Part 1

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“What are you doing here?” Nesta asked as he walked into the tent.

“Why I’m walking into my own tent?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

She rolled her eyes, “Right now, is what I meant. Don’t you have work?”

He sighed, “I was sent home. For the week.”

“Week?” she whistled, “What did you do? Accidentally trip on your ego?”

“Ha-ha, very funny. If you must know, I was sent home to get better acquainted with you.”

“What’s to know? My name is Nesta, I’m twenty-three years old, I’m from behind the walls and I’m married to you, apparently .”

“The enthusiasm in that last part is absolutely overwhelming, sweetheart. What they want is for us to get that kind of acquainted, if you know what I mean,” he said with a wink, “I figured since that’s out of the question, maybe we could just move your things here. Oh, and the Elder said he’s going to come over to check up on he wants to start your naming ritual tomorrow.”

“Oh, amazing, now I can look forward to that . Does that mean you’ll get to take my clothes off?”

His smile faded, “No. Not… not tomorrow. In fact not ever if you don’t want it. It would have been at the end of the week, but it’s up to you.”

“No jokes from you this morning, I see. To what do I owe this delightful turn of events?”

He let out an exasperated sigh, “Mother’s tits, woman, you think I can’t take anything seriously? We are in this situation, for better or worse, so I am going to behave myself accordingly. I respect you, Nesta, and right now that means no jokes.”

“Not something I expected to see in you anytimes soon. Though, I must admit, the irony of the method is not lost on me.”

“What?” he asked, bemused by how seamlessly she said all of it.

She chuckled, “The way to shut you up, or at the very least quiet your jokes. All I had to do was marry you, which was, incidentally, the very last thing I’d ever do.”

Cassian simply rubbed his temples, “How is it that you’re amused by this situation?”

“Come, Cassian, you of all people must understand the concept of finding the humour in stressful environments.”

“ I do. I just never really thought you would.” He smiled, looking at her sheepishly, “It is delightfully ironic.”

They shared a smile, quietly in their little moment of understanding. “So…” Nesta started, averting her eyes quickly, “We should get my things and bring them here, I suppose.”

Cassian smirked, “Give it a few minutes. No need to make the entire tribe think I’m that fast. Oh, and would you mind making a few noises? Maybe shake the tent a little?”

Nesta groaned, “That was short lived.”

He just chuckled, “I was prepared to be serious for much longer, but you spoiled it by being accepting of the humour of it all.” He shrugged, “Your fault, sweetheart. And, just to check, that was a no?”

“Not a chance in this life,” she snapped back.

“Can’t fault a man for trying. They’ll probably just assume you’re the quiet type.”

“The tent isn’t even close enough for anyone to hear!” She exclaimed, almost furiously, throwing something at his head.

He ducked and easily dodged the flying object, “Fine! It was just for me! Throw a bear a bone, sweetheart!”

She threw something else at him, “You are infuriating!”

“I try my best,” he said on a laugh, dodging another one of her projectiles, “On the bright side,” dodge, “if anyone does happen to pass our tent right now,” dodge, “they are likely to think,” dodge, dodge, “that we are in the midst,” dodge, “of something, if a bit unconventional of a something.”

“We have to go to my tent!”

His grin was so wide it almost hurt his cheeks, “And why is that?”

“I’ve run out of things to throw at your head!”

He lifted a finger at her, “ Attempt to throw at my head. You’ve yet to land a hit.”

“Therefore I need more things!”

He outright laughed at that, “Unfailing logic, Nes.”

“I give up,” she sighed, throwing herself on his furs, so very dramatically.

Cauldron she was a beautiful thing. Call him crazy, but Cassian was absolutely stunned by her beauty, especially in her fit of rage. He just wanted to follow her onto the furs and hold her close to him. Unfortunately, the most she felt for him was annoyance and all she did was tolerate him. So instead of taking her into his arms, he simply sat next to her. “Don’t give up,” he said gently, “I’m sure you’ll hit me if you keep trying.” She just glared up at him.

“What now? What happens from now on? Do we keep pretending we’re happily married?”

“No, I don’t expect that…” he sighed, “I just want to try. That’s all I’m asking, that we try.” He looked at her, eyes pleading, “I think that we have something, Nesta, you and me. I think we have have potential. Don’t you?”

“I don’t know… I…” she sighed, “I just don’t know.”

“Do you hate me?” He asked quietly.

“No…” she said just as quietly, “All I know is that… I couldn’t just walk away from you yesterday.” It wasn’t the first time he’d heard that from her. During the war, when everything had gone to hell, when he was sure hejj was going to die. Similar words, a simple ‘I can't’ when he’d told her to run and save herself. He had thought they were moving forward in whatever they had but they’d ended up moving many steps back. Everything that had happened had just been too much…

“I’m sorry,” he said, and he was, he really really was, “I’m sorry this is how it ended up going… I’m sorry.”

She just sighed shaking her head, “Not your fault… it would be so easy to just blame you, but it’s not your fault…”

They sat there for a little while longer, both looking down, in their own heads. “We should go get your things…”

“Alright… there aren’t many things, really, just a couple things from behind the wall.”

He just nodded, keeping quiet for lack of words really. It seemed like he never managed to say the right thing around her. Unless it was to get on her nerves, he was incredibly well versed at that. Anything else he failed miserably at. So he just got up and offered his hand to her to help up. He felt foolish almost immediately after, of course she wasn’t going to take his hand, she doesn’t need his or anyone else’s help.

To his surprise, she took his hand and accepted his help. She simply walked out and led the way to her smaller tent. They walked in silence through the camp, he simply followed her, his eyes tracing her outline as he meditated on the state of things. Was all of this his fault? Wasn’t it? If you wanted someone to win you a battle he was your man. A war? He could put something together. Anything Nesta Archeron related? He was clueless as a babe. Just his luck.

His eyes tracked her curves as she bent to enter her tent. Did it make him horrible that he like watching her? It made him feel quite conflicted… she might just be the enigma of his life and he was nowhere near figuring her out. All he had was that feeling, at the pit of his stomach that she would be important to him but that didn’t really tell him much.

He let her have a few moments to herself before he joined her, he understood how tough it could be to go through so many changes at one time. Truth be told, he had been worried about her since the end of the war… Maybe he’d be able to make it up to her by being there for her now. He entered the tent to find her kneeling on the ground clutching a small carved wooden figure to her chest. She wasn’t crying or anything of the sort, but… she wasn’t alright either. It took a moment for it to dawn on him that it was one of her father’s creations… Quietly, he sat next to her, not touching, not even looking at her. He just sat there.

Eventually she sat all the way down, her hands going lax, “I don’t even understand why this is so hard,” she whispered, “I hated him… I wished he was the dead one for since the day my mother died…” Her voice was so faint, it hurt him to hear it. It physically hurt him.

“He was still your father,” he said softly, and you saw him die, you pleaded for his life and he still died , he thought to himself, remembering how horrible it had been, how she’d sobbed, how in the end it hadn’t made a difference.

“We should get back,” she said quietly back.

He nodded, “Just tell me what you want to take and we can go.”

She took the little figurine and a little chip of wood with painting on it then pointed toward a wooden chest, something he’d learned was common on the other side of the wall, “The chest has my clothes in it,” she explained.

He nodded, walking to the chest and picking it up. It was heavier than he had anticipated, so he grunted as he picked it up.

Nesta gave a loud snort, “The Commander of the Night Tribe armies outdone by a stack of women’s clothes?”

He grunted again as he started walking, “A stack of women’s clothing inside a huge wooden box.”

“Stop whining and make yourself useful.”

“I am useful!” he said outraged, “Ask anyone!”

“Must I remind you that you are unemployed at the moment?”

“For a week!”

She shrugged, walking out of the tent. Cassian just chuckled as he walked after her.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I wish you good luck with this blog! You're right in saying slot of the imagines are inactive. It upsets me. Anyway here is my ask! Could I get an imagine where the chocobros significant other is captured by Ardyn and they can't do a thing to stop it and all they can do is watch with Ardyn being his usual 'charming' self about the whole thing? Please and thank you and I cannot wait to see what you write!

Thank you so much for the kind welcome! I’ll do my best to stay as active as possible, so I hope you stick around, too! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧


Noctis

Noct is beside himself with worry- and anger, both at Ardyn and at himself for not being able to do anything. He’s meant to protect his kingdom and he can’t even protect the person he loves. But self loathing will come later, after he’s made sure that you’re safe.

He recognizes that Ardyn is doing it just to get at him, to upset him (of course it works) but it doesn’t matter that he knows. He would try to fight at first, but failing that, deviates between lashing out and being compliant, seeing as how neither seems to be working and he just wants you away from Ardyn and he’ll do what it takes.

“You’d better not hurt them,” Noct says.

“Now now,” Ardyn replies, “let’s not ruin the suspense. A little begging would not go unrewarded, though, Noctis.”

To your surprise, and Ardyn’s delight, Noctis kneels.


Prompto

Prompto is unrestrained terror, big blue eyes staring at you in horror from start to finish. It doesn’t take long for the tears to start, which is what Ardyn’s after. Even before that, Prompto’s begging from the moment he sees this happen. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do to protect you, nothing.

Old insecurities flare up, though. What if he’s not capable enough? He’s always been the one out of place, barely able to do anything right in his eyes, and what if he isn’t able to protect you either? Gladio would be much better at it. Ignis probably wouldn’t have let this happen in the first place and Noct always took care of everyone else first.

“You cry so beautifully,” Ardyn tells him and although Prompto doesn’t react asides the continued litany of please, it makes your own blood boil.


Ignis

Ignis has a moment of sheer terror, and you watch it wash across his face. It’s probably unnoticeable to anyone else, but you know. Then he immediately takes the compliant side, asking all the right questions: what Ardyn has done, what he wants, etc while remaining calm. His attention stays laser focused on Ardyn.

Then he offers himself over to Ardyn instead, and the man looks shocked at the suggestion as though he didn’t expect it. Ignis weighs the pros of his capture like he’s reading off a grocery list.

“-advisor to the Royal-”

“I don’t care.” Ardyn interrupts. “If I want to break you, all I have to do is break them and then both of you will be irreparable together!”

Now Ignis shoots you a look of concern, and Ardyn only laughs.


Gladiolus

Gladio fights tooth and nail from the beginning. Even if he can’t get to you, he’ll still try to fight his way there. Only if someone threatens you if he doesn’t stop, then he will, and he will glower the entire time. Keeping his cool, especially around you (or Iris, he will kick ass for her, too), isn’t an option. He’s seen his fair share of battles and he’d rather solve things with his fists than his words.

He doesn’t come off as non-threatening, which doesn’t help the cause. If it comes down to your safety, though, he will lay down his sword. He might even offer to take your place, too, if only (he says) so that Ardyn will have a fair fight.

“This is what you’re doing now, trying to ruin innocent lives?”

“We’re all innocent until someone does something bad. Besides, where’s the fun in being innocent, anyway?”

BONUS!!

reactions after maintaining your safety:

Noctis: still on his knees as you rush over and throw your arms around him, he hugs you back and you can feel him shaking, when you say he doesn’t have to kneel for anyone he says he doesn’t mind if it’s for the people he loves, doesn’t say much more but just holds onto you like he had feared he might never get to again (which is exactly what he was thinking)

Prompto: still in tears, grabs onto you and doesn’t let go and you both cry into each other’s shoulders, he wants to make sure you’re okay but you just want to make sure he knows how grateful you are and make sure he’s okay too, he finds it silly but beams as you say he’s beautiful all the time too

Ignis: hands are shaking, hugs you tightly and the pulls back to go full on mother hen, wants to make sure you’re alright and everything but he’s talking so fast you can barely understand him (it’s the nerves, normally you’d think it cute) and you have to silence his worry with a peck to the lips

Gladio: tries to act annoyed for all of three seconds but then pulls you in and you’re nearly dwarfed by his body, dwarfed and protected, and he can’t promise that it’ll never happen again but he’s going to teach you how to fight in the event that it does because no one is going to hurt you

anonymous asked:

I have to go to college soon, but I regret choosing to do so. I just graduated high school, and this summer has felt so free. I've been able to explore myself and my surroundings, and I've been happy. I was an IB and AP student so I got an average of 2-3 hrs of sleep/night, and I am dreading going back to school. I feel like my freedom and my love of learning is being taken away. I need $1600 in 2 days, but the loan hasn't been certified yet. I've already spent so much that I can't back out now.

“…I’m also the only person my age who doesn’t have a phone (I can’t afford the bill, so I bought my own iPod yrs ago and it’s like a phone but I need wifi and can’t make calls). My family has a home phone and my parents have those old flip phones mainly used for calling. When I was younger, there used to be payphones everywhere and I would always play with them until someone else needed to use them. Now that I need them, they’re not around. I’ll be 250 miles away from my family with no way to talk.”

I’m really sorry to hear that hon, that is a tough situation to be in and I honestly can’t imagine not being able to contact my family! Mind if I offer some advice, one college kid to another?

It probably feels hopeless right now, but there are lots of ways to remedy a lack of money as a college kid, especially since you’re an AP student. You might have to sit on that debt for a bit so you can afford necessities like a phone. I learned how to play the system pretty quick, and now I’m literally getting payed to go to school. To actually survive U.S. college, you gotta be creative, aggressive, hard working, and willing to play a little dirty~

  • apply for *more* scholarships - there are some wild ones out there you’ve probably never heard of. Not a quick fix, but you can use the money to repay your student loans
  • start applying for scholarships now, not later - you will thank yourself come next fall when you have them already done
  • check for assistance in your state - most states have these. My state has a program where they pay for the tuition of struggling students in whole if they maintain a 2.0 or higher and take 15 credit hours per semester. Yours might too
  • be poor - …or at least make it look like you’re poor (I’m not telling you what this one means, take a stab in the dark and get creative). Scam the bourgeoisie.  
  • keep an eye out for work-scholarship programs - some schools have programs where students work or volunteer part-time while in school for financial assistance. Peace Corps and Learn and Serve America offer these work scholarships as well
  • ask for help from your family or community - you can always set up a gofundme for people to donate to you! Promo it all over social media, make your story sound extra heart-wrenching 
  • find ways to budget and cut costs - don’t buy new books (rent used), buy generic items, walk instead of driving a car when possible, don’t go out to eat super often (unless he’s paying, if ya know what I mean), etc. Budget and always have a small amount of money in your savings account rather than your checking (but not too much, we’re trying to look poor here)
  • get a part time job - often college campuses will pay a bit higher than minimum wage, so if you can squeeze in a job this helps a lot. Fight for that student manager position. 
  • file your FAFSA on time - if you’re from a poor family, this one helps a lot, but if not hey they might still give ya something
  • go to your school’s aid office - sometimes they have like really obscure scholarships just laying around for kids to grab up. Check back in frequently, they might have something new for you
  • the pell grant is your best friend - see if you are eligible, it helps out a lot
  • sell your services/items - you can sell your notes or write papers for others for a little cash (morally shaky but hey, I don’t judge), tutor others in something you excel at, repair garments if you sew, do some freelance photography for frats and sororities, help others move into the dorms for cash, become an uber driver, run errands for others, pet/house sit, sell used goods on poshmark or ebay or etsy, and (not recommended, but I have done it) you can sell your plasma for between $20-$50 per donation
  • become a lab rat - the psych department at my school pays for students to participate in experiments, like $15/30 minute test (which is like 115 packages of ramen noodles in college kid speak, important numbers here fam pay attention)
  • buy used textbooks and resell them - just do a price mark up of like 400% and you’re golden. Profit off of the dumb students around campus who don’t look for good deals. 
  • make money off of your hair - if you have really nice hair, you may be able to sell it for a hefty sum (I’ve heard numbers from $100 up to $1,000 from others). Hair will grow back. 
  • write for your school newspaper - you can make a few bucks writing freelance articles if you’re into that
  • don’t be stupid - you’re at school to learn, not to fuck around. The whole “do not pass go, do not collect $200″ thing is real. Stay out of trouble or you could lose your scholarships or even get expelled. 

Well, that’s about all I’ve got. I wish you the best of luck at school, hon! College is a lot of fun once you get into the groove of things, just try to stay sane! ♥♥

anonymous asked:

Do you think Robron have the best sex or just causal sex? The reason I ask that is because I actually can't imagine Aaron been one to really let loose in the bedroom, Robert definitely, but I can picture Aaron holding back. Help me out lol?

Oh anon, my beautiful, wonderful anon, bless you for this question.

Firstly, I can totally see where you’re coming from in terms of Aaron being more reserved emotionally than Robert. But the thing is, Aaron’s inability to communicate his feelings is predominantly to do with having an audience. You’ll remember him being reluctant to say ‘I love you’ to his mum over the phone because Robert and Charity were behind him. It’s the same with anyone - Aaron hates having anyone watching him when he’s being ‘soft’, but the beauty of sex is that he gets to have Robert on his own, no one to make him feel self-conscious. So the Aaron we see on screen is definitely not the version of Aaron that Robert sees behind closed doors.

But, I’m nothing if not generous, so I’ll happily help you out. 

In terms of casual v best sex, Aaron and Robert most definitely have the latter. There’s a reason they continued with the affair despite all the obstacles in their paths. Yes, they were falling in love and neither wanted to let go of the other, but that affair was fuelled by sheer, unfiltered lust. Sex, for them, is both physical and emotional. The connection they have is unlike anything either have experienced before, heightened to the point of intoxication during sex. It’s necessary, not the sex per se, but that feeling of unity and closeness which goes with it.

Aaron is often a closed book, preferring to say nothing at all than open himself up to anyone, but when he’s alone with Robert, safe in the knowledge that they’re not going to be disturbed, his inhibitions are entirely lost in the feel of Robert’s touch. He allows himself the opportunity to just want Robert, not to hold anything back because he doesn’t have to. Plus, Aaron has never been able to resist Robert or his advances, he just gives in completely, willingly.

I don’t think Aaron found his more adventurous side until Robert. Before that he’d only had two previous relationships (with men, I’m  not counting Victoria or Holly in this) - Jackson was his first, and at that point Aaron was still wrapping his head around the idea of him being gay and out; with Ed, I think they probably explored a bit more, but Ed always seemed fairly safe in all regards, plus I doubt Aaron ever felt fully comfortable with him because chances are Aaron thought Ed deserved someone better. But Robert? Aaron wanted Robert any way he could have him, was quite willing to fuck him in the passenger seat of the truck the first time they kissed. That is not a man who is unable to ‘let loose’, in fact, it proves the contrary. The thing is, Aaron’s doesn’t really think when he’s around Robert - it’s instinctual, that desire an almost sickening ache which has his breath faltering, his heart staggering to keep pace with the blood coursing through his veins. 

When it comes to sex with Robert, Aaron is stripped of fear and nerves - he wants Robert and that surpasses everything else. And the reason it does is because he knows, categorically and without hesitation, that Robert wants Aaron just as much. He’s made no bones about that, in fact he’s always been very upfront about his desperation for Aaron, wherever and whenever they possibly can. And that makes Aaron confident, flying high on Robert’s desire, the darkening of his eyes, the graze of teeth against his skin, the shiver which travels the length of his spine when Robert moans against his mouth. He loves everything about Robert, but that feeling of being wanted, of making Robert want him without seemingly trying, is a novelty which has his head spinning.

So he loses himself in it, luxuriates in the knowledge that Robert’s sole focus is on him, and enjoys every second as it burns its way into his skin. He loves bringing Robert off with just his mouth, the tip of his tongue, fingers pinning Robert’s hips to the bed as he writhes beneath him. He loves bringing Robert to the very edge, have him pleading with Aaron to just finish it, refusing to tip the balance until Robert is practically screaming expletives into the pillow. He loves taking his time, working over every inch of Robert’s body at a languid pace which has both their eyes drooping in the darkness, his thrusts achingly slow and punctured with whole minutes of just lapping his tongue into Robert’s mouth. The thing about their sex is that they vary it so often, everything they do feels fresh and untried, even as their re-mapping over well-worn territory. Sometimes Robert tops, sometimes Aaron does, most nights they’ll alternate with each go because it’s never enough just to have each other once. And there’s a spontaneity too which adds to the rush for Aaron - he never quite knows what he’s going to get, and the unknown is only part of the excitement. Robert might come home irritated from a meeting, and Aaron will have to spend hours nuzzling at his neck and peppering kisses down his chest just for Robert to relax. Other days Robert will practically shove Adam out the door of the portacabin just so he can take Aaron over the desk, too desperate to wait until they get home. 

He loves all of it, and they’ve come to a point where they know each other so well that verbal communication is rarely needed now. Their bodies are entirely in tune, so that Aaron knows exactly when Robert is close and Robert knows to the second when Aaron has been worked open enough. There’s a trust between them which has been built over years now - destroyed to the point of no return, and yet still somehow the foundations have remained. And now they’re stronger for it, their relationship more solid than it has ever been, and the sex has, if anything, improved as a result. Aaron knows Robert inside out, both physically and emotionally, and there is no greater reward after all those agonising months of heartbreak and trauma, than to know he can have Robert anywhere and anytime he likes.

BTS Reaction: They find out their S/O has a chronic illness when she/he has a bad episode.
  • I hope you like it @little-miss-sherlock Lots of lub to youu 💕💕
  • Smol Warning: This involves certain health issues that.. Well, I don't know if it would offend anyone that I'm writing about chronic illnesses I don't understand fully. I looked up the symptoms of all these and I'm going with that, if you know you'll get mad or your sensitive to this material please don't read.
  • ———————
  • ~ Kim Seokjin/Prince Jin:
  • Jin always heard you talking to yourself but he felt it was normal for people to do so and he found it cute. Until one day you forgot to take your medication. Your mind was everywhere you kept telling the wall to "Shut up" then-
  • Jin: Y/n? Are you okay? What's wrong? Look at me.
  • You: Who are you? Where am I? Where's mom?
  • Jin: What? Y/n. It's Jin.
  • You: Jin? Like... Gin?
  • Jin: No with a J.
  • He decided to take you to the doctors and surprisingly he found the one you go to for medication. Everyone seemed to know you, know what was going on and he found out you had schizophrenia.
  • Your personality was all over the place, you heard voices, and sometimes short losses of memory. When he found out he was extremely confused and mad. Why would you hide something so serious from him?
  • Jin: Explain.
  • You: I was ashamed.. Embarrassed. Who would want to date someone like me? I didn't want you to leave me..
  • You: I'm sorry..
  • Jin: -Holds you and kisses your forehead- I've told you. I'll love you till the day I die no matter how cheesy that sounds, it's true.
  • Jin: We'll work together, and I'll take care of you. You'll never have to deal with this alone.
  • Jin: I love you.
  • ~ Suga/Min Yoongi:
  • While you and Yoongi were going out to get grocery's you had fainted. Immediately he dropped everything to get you to a hospital.
  • Yoongi: What happened?
  • Doctor: Have they not told you? They've been here a few times.
  • Yoongi: For what?
  • Doctor: Their medication. We have them on two at the moment. They have GAD. Which stands for Generalized Anxiety Disorder. They fainted for lack of sleep. Their anxiety is very bad, she/he has horrid thoughts of her/himself, she/he has told us about her/his troubles sleeping, she/he has had thoughts of death, now that you know please do take care of her/him.
  • He was furious that you didn't tell him. He wanted you to trust him with everything and it definitely seemed like you did but to know you hid something involving your health he questioned how much trust you actually had in him.
  • Yoongi: Why didn't you tell me?
  • You: It's always made people back of from me.
  • You: It has ruined so many past relationships and I just don't want to lose you. I love and care about you so much Min Yoongi, I couldn't risk it.
  • Yoongi: But you could risk your health?
  • Yoongi: You know everything about me and after hearing you didn't leave me. What makes you think that THIS would want to make me leave you?
  • Yoongi: Anything you need just ask. Your health is the most important thing because you are important to to me.
  • ~ J-hope/Jung Hoseok:
  • You both were about to go to bed, at the time Hobi stayed over and when he went to go ask you something he saw you scrambling to find something.
  • Hobi: Y/n?
  • You: -You jump slightly- Yes?
  • Hobi: What are you looking for? Can I help you?
  • You: No. It's nothing, just needed a sleeping pill so I can sleep well.
  • Hobi: If you don't find them there's many ways I could help you sleep.
  • You: Today. I think I just want to cuddle with you Hoseok.
  • Later while he had fallen asleep, you went back to look for your medication. Then you started tantrum-ing, sobbing. getting emotional, you broke glass, and you weren't yourself. Of course Hoseok heard and ran out to see if you were okay or what was going on. He saw you sobbing on the ground, your hands bleeding from shards of glass that were on the floor.
  • Hobi: Oh my god. Y/n? Come with me. I'm taking you to a doctor.
  • You: Leave me alone, Go away! I don't need your help.
  • Hobi: Yes you do. Come here. -slowly approaching you-
  • You: I'm warning you to get away!
  • Once he manages to grab you and semi calm you down he takes you to a doctor and he found out you have a extreme Bipolar disorder, He was frustrated and heart broken that you never told him, and that he had to find out like this. When he saw you, you were going to talk but he didn't want to hear you.
  • Hobi: Don't you talk. Listen.
  • Hobi: Don't ever hide anything like this from me again. Do you understand? I thought that I took care of you well and to know that I wasn't able to help you for this, wasn't able to take care of you better is the worst thing I have ever felt.
  • Hobi: Understand that I love and care for you and I want to take care of you till the end.
  • You: I was just worried you wouldn't be able to handle it. And you would leave, just like everyone else.
  • Hobi: Then I'm offended that I'm just "Everyone else" to you. I am your boyfriend, your lover, and someone who wants to take care of you like you take care of me.
  • Hobi: So let me.
  • ~ Rap Monster/Namjoon:
  • You: Do you what an Inhaler looks like?
  • Nams: I guess I do, why?
  • You: Random thought.
  • You and Namjoon took walks around beautiful areas a lot and walked to your house a lot. You looked through your bag to check if you had your inhaler and for some reason it was gone. You know you had taken it and you were worried because you might need it.
  • Nams: Y/n why do you have this? -He holds up your inhaler which you take from him immediately-
  • You: I'm taking it to someone later.
  • Nams: Don't lie to me.
  • You: I don't lie.
  • Nams: That was a lie. Do you have asthma?
  • You:
  • Nams: Answer me, Y/n.
  • You: Yes, I have asthma!
  • Nams: Why didn't you tell me?
  • You: Because I was embarrassed. It's embarrassing to breathe from a tube in public or in front of you.
  • You: And I figured you wanted to date someone normal. Someone who isn't bothersome and you won't have to worry about so much.
  • Nams: Baby, You don't ever need to feel embarrassed, I still love you, I'm falling in love with your personality. I love you just as you are and I will take care of you, alright?
  • Nams: From now on, tell me everything and anything. Nothing can change how I feel about you.
  • Park Jimin/Chimichanga:
  • You liked asking Jimin to teach you dance whether you were good or not didn't matter, it was just fun to move around to the beat of music, but today you forgot your pain killers so you were limping and falling a lot. .
  • Jimin: Are you okay? You're very off.
  • You: Just dandy.
  • Jimin: What's wrong?
  • You: Nothing.
  • Jimin: What's. Wrong?
  • You: I have Chronic pain, which is basically forever pain in the same place... I have it in my knee.
  • You: anddd oh my gkkdbd it's cramping up. Can you go get my pain killers please??
  • Jimin: Why didn't you tell me??
  • You: Because knowing you, You wouldn't let me out the damn house.
  • You: Even if we don't live together. I know you'd somehow watch me.
  • Jimin: I would let you out..
  • You: 1 step out the door would be too far for you.
  • Jimin: I just care about you.
  • You: I know but what you CAN do is help me with the medicine and take me to my doctors appointments.
  • Jimin: I can't drive...
  • You: You can accompany me to my doctors appointments.
  • V/Kim Taehyung:
  • When Tae came over to hang out with you, he opened the door with the spare key you gave him.
  • Tae: Honey!!! I'm hommee!
  • You guys had this joke where you acted like a married couple. You usually replied with something funny as well but you couldn't.
  • Taehyung went to the kitchen only to find you crouched, leaning against the wall behind you, and holding your head.
  • Tae: Y/n! Are you alright?
  • You: Medicine. Please. -You point to a cabinet- Get a white and blue bottle.
  • After he gave you the medicine and you were feeling a bit better you guys started talking.
  • You: Why are you here so early?
  • Tae: I wanted to surprise you but you surprised me. Are you okay?
  • You: I'm fine now. I mean, it'll happen tomorrow, the next day, the next, and after that, then so on.
  • Tae: That's impossible.
  • You: Not if you have a Migraine.
  • Tae: How come I didn't know?
  • You: I was embarrassed, I'm pretty sure you didn't want to date someone who was forever sick so it was nice knowing you—
  • Tae: Shhhtsh I'm staying and caring for you, and cuddling you, and being with you until the day I die.
  • Jeon Jungkook/Kookie:
  • You didn't hide it from Jungkook but you also haven't told him.
  • You'll take your medicine in front him and when he asks you say your sick.
  • But you've been sick for the whole year you guys have been dating so of course he is going to get suspicious.
  • You: I read a new book~
  • JK: Yeah you told me about it. You're on page 289, It's interesting, and you would like to find more from that author.
  • You: When did I.. You know I probably have bed memory.
  • JK: You told me about this book four times.
  • You: I have? Oh wow.
  • JK: How'd you forget after four times?
  • You: Ah hmm, I have ADHD, bad memory, bad at paying attention. um um oh wow suddenly I'm bored. Did I bring my pills??
  • JK: I don't think so, let's go home alright?
  • You: Yeah, sorry I didn't tell you. I just, it's not attractive. Yeah.
  • JK: I'd still love you with any sickness, how you talk to me, treat me, take care of me, love me, and your personality is what made me fall in love with you.
  • You: Thanks Bunny boy.
  • JK: Let's eat at Wagwan after alright?
  • You: I heard they give out Snickers now. I don't know why but I'm down.
  • JK: You're adorable.

anonymous asked:

(1/2)I love your metas, but I do have a point of contention WRT GC Elthina. From Sebastian's (canonical) short story and personal quest, it seems that she views the young Starkhavener as a sort of adoptive son, and it isn't hard to imagine that she feels the same way about the KC and the GE. Honestly, Elthina has always seemed like a tragic character to me. Watching two people you care about have a falling out is never a good feeling. I can't blame her for not wanting to look into the eyes of...

(2/2)… One of the people she loved and tell them she was siding against them. Both M and O were hardliners, refusing to: give magi the benefit of the doubt; and prioritise the stability of the chantry over the lives of his people; respectively. This was exacerbated by depression (O) and RL use (M), making it impossible for them to find compromise. Her devotion to neutrality didn’t help in the long run, but I can’t bring myself to hate a tired old woman who wanted her kids to get along again.


Hi, Anonymous person. Thank you for the compliment, but … really? I mean this, specifically:


Both M and O were hardliners, refusing to: give magi the benefit of the doubt; and prioritise the stability of the chantry over the lives of his people; respectively. 


Oh, Orsino. Why do you have to be so extreme with the ‘not wanting to die’, or even, let’s be really daring, ‘not wanting to be tortured to the point of committing suicide’? Why can’t you understand that it’s important for the Chantry, with all its wealth, power, political influence and privilege, to retain its iron grip on Thedas? I mean, think if it didn’t. We might have things like religious tolerance and basic rights and free speech, and then where would we be? Can’t you and your helpless mages just suffer quietly so the rich, corrupt and powerful can keep on being rich, corrupt and powerful? Look at it from Meredith’s point of view. All she’s done is illegally take control of one little city-state and spend nearly two decades abusing her power to the detriment of pretty much everyone, but especially the mages, who are dying in droves. Is that really so bad?


Look. In terms of his perseverance, and his courage in the face of terrible abuse and mortal peril, Orsino is fierce and heroic. But politically, the man is a moderate. He’s too moderate for me. I mean, I love him, because I understand how he got to this position, and why it’s hard for him to go further, but this is not a winning strategy.


Me, I’m with Anders and Fiona and Adrian and their ilk. The mages must be free. The Chantry – its wealth, its power, its status, its legal hold over so many lives – must go. Not just for the mages. For everyone.


Orsino isn’t asking for that.


As first enchanter, Orsino worked tirelessly to improve the lot of the mages. He wanted, as much as he could, to make their days in the Gallows worth something. Even if they were still prisoners, and even though it was hard, he wanted to give them hope. More importantly, he wanted to give them something of a life so that death would not be preferable.

World of Thedas, II


He’s not trying to tear down the Circles, or put an end to the Chantry, or anything like that. He wants the mages to be able to walk sometimes in the sun. To not be locked in tiny cells. To be safe from beatings and rape and torture. To not be made Tranquil when they’ve passed their Harrowings. To have meaningful work and leisure. To have a life inside the Circle, while living by Chantry rules.


That’s … not a hardline position. That’s … just a basic standard of living. Meredith is an extremist. The treatment of the mages in Kirkwall is considered remarkable even in other Circles. Even non-mages in Kirkwall have been stirred to sympathy for the mages:


Every Circle in Thedas suffers from individual mages who rebel and attempt to flee. These apostates are usually found and returned to the Circle or mercifully killed if they have fallen to demonic temptation. Until now, I have never served anywhere that the populace does not fully cooperate in hunting these rebels.

Here in Kirkwall, citizens actually help rebel mages escape. Escaped apostates have survived their freedom long enough to form the “the mage underground,” a network that feeds and shelters escapees and even transports apostates into remote areas of the Free Marches and beyond our easy reach.

– The Mage Underground


The mages are hurling themselves from the top of the fucking tower, it’s that bad in there, and people have noticed that something is wrong.


Note that Elthina’s ‘kids’, as you put it, have never got along. Meredith was against Orsino’s election the position of first enchanter. Not because she thought somebody else would be better at the job, but because she didn’t want the mages to have an advocate at all.


First Enchanter Maceron died in 9:28 Dragon without naming a successor. Many were surprised to learn that the Gallows still had a first enchanter; Maceron had spent nearly all of the last decade in his chambers, emerging only rarely. But now he was dead, and the Gallows in need of a new first enchanter. Knight-Commander Meredith was of the opinion that there was no need for one. After all, the Gallows ran perfectly under the Templars, without interference from Maceron. But Orsino realised that the mages needed someone to speak on their behalf, lest the Templars rob them of what few liberties they still had.

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It seems she ultimately let it slide because she didn’t really believe he could accomplish anything. As far as I can tell, all he’s managed to do is slow her down a bit. The mages are being tortured to death, and are due for total liquidation in the very near future. But even that is too much for Meredith. The Templars regard Orsino as ‘a menace’ simply for winning his people a few small liberties – liberties of which, by Act 3, they seem to have again been stripped.


Elthina doesn’t give a shit about Orsino or the mages. You know how I know this? Because past a certain point, inaction is in itself a declaration of support. If you’ve got two friends, and they’re arguing about who gets to drink the last beer in the fridge, you can say ‘I’m just going to stay neutral, and let you two sort it out’. But if one of your friends picks up a rock and bashes the other’s skull in, then disposes of the corpse to obscure the evidence and makes up a story about how your now-dead friend was a dangerous criminal and had to be killed, and is awarded medals and accolades for it … and you stand there and watch, and say nothing, and do nothing, then you have sided with the murderer. You are protecting them, and keeping their secrets, and doing nothing to either help or get justice for the victim.


The thing is, Meredith doesn’t need Elthina to side with her. She is not in need of help. She is the de facto Viscount of Kirkwall. She is Knight-Commander of the Kirkwall Templars. She’s not only been brutalising the mages, but attacking the citizens of Kirkwall as well. She can, and does, do whatever the fuck she wants. Elthina standing in the middle of the street and yelling ‘Meredith is right about everything!’ wouldn’t actually change the situation much.


Orsino does need Elthina. He’s not some willful child who just can’t get along with his sister. He is a desperate man struggling to protect people who effectively have no legal rights from a woman who enjoys watching them suffer. He needs Elthina to face down Meredith. He needs her to write to the Divine to plead for their lives. He needs Meredith removed from power. He needs protection and care for his people. He needs these things, not as some ‘hardline’ anti-Chantry position, but just to live.


Elthina does not care about him or his people.


Now – she might care about Meredith. I’m fairly convinced she only cares about people insofar as she can use them (Sebastian included – Elthina has a prince in her direct service, remember), but she has been able to use Meredith, so she might care about her. That’s … not really a point in her favour, though.


Let’s backtrack a bit here, shall we? This is tricky, because we’ve mostly got Chantry sources to work with, and they don’t come right out and say what they’ve done. But the criminal partnership of Grand Cleric Elthina and Meredith Stannard is a long one.


Records indicate that Elthina was born in a small village nestled in the Vimmark Mountains just south of Kirkwall. When she was just a little girl, both her parents contracted a terrible fever that took them both. Elthina never caught the illness, thanks to a kindly neighbour who cared for her while her parents were sick. When her parents died, the neighbour’s husband refused to continue paying for the upkeep of the orphan child, and Elthina was given to the Chantry. She became a lay sister as a girl and, when she came of age, was given the choice to leave the Chantry or take an initiate’s vows. Elthina chose to stay. When she was twenty, she moved south, to Kirkwall, and became a revered mother at the chantry there.

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That’s Elthina’s backstory. Note that she came from nothing: an orphan and a pauper. And yet her rise is incredible. By twenty she is revered mother of one of the largest cities in the Free Marches. Note that ‘revered’ means she’s actually responsible for the Kirkwall chantry, not just holding the rank of ‘mother’ like Petrice. This is a woman of drive and ambition. These are not bad things in themselves, of course. But they are noteworthy things. They demonstrate that Elthina is not weak willed or retiring by nature. She’s clawing her way up the Chantry hierarchy as quickly as she’s able.


Now, unfortunately, the way the Chantry works puts a bit of a roadblock in her career there. No further to climb until the boss kicks the bucket. And so the next point of interest …


Following the death of her predecessor, Elthina was appointed grand cleric of the Free Marches by Divine Beatrix III.

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Not surprising, perhaps, but noteworthy still, because it reminds us where Elthina owes her favours. Now we get to the meat of it.


In 9:21 dragon, Divine Beatrix commanded that the Kirkwall Templars force the Viscount to allow Orlesian ships through the Waking Sea passage. Knight-Commander Guylian was against it.


It is not our place to interfere in political affairs. We are here to safeguard the city against magic, not against itself.

– History of Kirkwall: Chapter 4


However, there was a certain knight-captain who was not so scrupulous, and who was poised to take command of the Templars:


When Guylian gave a command, it was Meredith who enforced it. Her drive and her devotion to her duty made her a bit of a legend among her fellow Templars, and privately, many thought she possessed a hundred times the old knight-commander’s charisma. Many said that it was Meredith who was really the leader of the Templars, despite her junior rank.

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The official story is that Viscount Perrin Threnhold hired mercenaries, who stormed the Gallows and publicly hanged Guylian.


Maybe he did. But. It’s a bit convenient, isn’t it? A man who did not want to fight the Viscount was abruptly replaced by a woman who absolutely did want to fight the Viscount. And he wasn’t just replaced. These mercenaries didn’t do anything sensible, like capture and hold the Gallows, or get hold of all of the Templars’ top officers, or gain control of the lyrium supply – you know, stuff you might do if you were actually trying to beat the Templars. No, they lynched the knight-commander, right out in public, and apparently left every other Templar free to retaliate. Now that they had the justification to do whatever they wanted.


Note that the mercenaries disappear from the story at this point. We don’t know who they were or what happened to them.


Interesting, isn’t it, that a Grand Cleric appointed by Beatrix resides in Kirkwall? Orders for the region would naturally filter through her. Likewise, the Knight-Commander would have first brought his protests to her.


In any case, the Templars stormed the Viscount’s Keep and Perrin Threnhold was arrested.


He was tried and imprisoned three days later by Grand Cleric Elthina and died from poisoning two years later.

– Knight-Commander Meredith


Three days? That’s quick, for deposing the ruler of a city. And with what, exactly, was he charged? This all happened because he opposed the Orlesian empire, and because the Templars were themselves going to war with the Viscount. We don’t know. We only know that Grand Cleric Elthina personally had him imprisoned. Then he died.


Also convenient, isn’t it, that he died mysteriously? Who would have motive to keep him from talking? Or, who might be concerned that he might be able to retake power? How about the people now ruling the city?


Because that’s what happened.


Following Threnhold’s arrest, Grand Cleric Elthina appointed Meredith as the new knight-Commander. At Knight-Commander Meredith’s strong suggestion, a new viscount was chosen: a man named Marlowe Dumar.

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Meredith’s service to the Grand Cleric, the Divine and the Orlesian empire was rewarded. She was given the top job in the Templars. The Chantry effectively had control of the city. Meredith cemented that control by finding them a convenient puppet.


Look at who has benefited from this scenario. The Kirkwall chantry is wealthy and influential. Its large Templar presence ensures it is able to maintain its hold on the city.


Elthina has gained quite the reputation for ‘managing’ the Templars:


People frequently turn to her to mediate disputes—particularly those involving the powerful Templar Order, over whom she holds authority as the Chantry’s ranking representative.

– Grand Cleric Elthina


That sounds nice, until you remember that she appointed Meredith to her role, and that the Templars are ruling the city. There shouldn’t really be disputes with the Templar Order. They are empowered (however little I may like it) to take mages to the Circle, and to hunt apostates. They should not be interfering with the general populace at all. Of course they are. Meredith was selected precisely because she was willing to interfere, and she has kept on doing so. Elthina’s reputation is thus one long con. She has been smoothing over those occasions when her knight-commander (and partner in crime) stepped on a few too many noble toes.


And Meredith?


For now, she enjoys the grand cleric’s full support and has free rein in Kirkwall as the commander of its most powerful military force.

– Knight-Commander Meredith


Meredith has, all these years, enjoyed Elthina’s full support. Not just in her role as the boss of the Kirkwall Circle, but as Kirkwall’s military leader. Elthina has backed Meredith every step of the way, since she took control of Kirkwall.


That’s an almost pre-red lyrium Codex entry, from the very first time you meet Meredith. Elthina is worried now, because Meredith’s behaviour is becoming erratic. But prior to this, they have enjoyed a long and fruitful partnership. Whether Elthina cares about Meredith as a person is up for debate (she might!) but she certainly cares that Meredith is no longer doing her job as well as she once did.


So I’m sorry, but I don’t believe in sweet Grandma Elthina. Probably that was the writers’ intent, but either they wrote her very badly as a sweet old lady, or there’s some epic subversion going on here. Nothing I have seen in these games, or their Codices, or the supplementary material, has given me any reason to see Elthina as anything other than a manipulative, terrible person, who only works for her own advancement.


I don’t think of her as tragic, and I don’t mourn her death. She’s part of the problem. A bloody big part, at that.

Shiraishi: Epilogue II (FIC)

Congratulations, Collar X Malice, you have brought me back down into the dark days of fanfiction writing. I’ve still got to finish Yanagi’s route, but it’s been two days and I’m still both emotionally traumatized and extremely dissatisfied by Shiraishi’s ending, so what did I do?

I wrote a fix-it.

This takes place immediately after the end of Shiraishi’s epilogue (after the good ending), and basically is everything I wanted out of the short story and didn’t get, plus a little extra to soothe the leftover emotional sting. It’s not perfect and there are probably minor details that aren’t 100% accurate, but I needed to get this out of my system.

So, guys and dolls, I now bring you what I’m titling simply as “Epilogue II.”


His days passed by in a blur of gray shadows on white walls.

It was amazing how much time could pass so quickly when you had so little to do, and amazing how dreaming could help to pass the hours. Meals broke up the time somewhat, but he ate mechanically. Even after breaking out of his brainwashed state, the hunger to live had done nothing for his actual appetite and poor eating habits.

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Y’all let’s talk about WINGS album solo songs. No, specifically, let’s talk about Kim Seokjin’s solo song for the WINGS album okay. I’ll be using this source because I didn’t translate the lyrics myself and as an International ARMY I’ll use English translations. I’ll also use these sources here for various references used in this analysis: x x

OKAY, so, we know that Jin wrote his own lyrics (with a helping hand from a few members and other staffs) as well as had a hand in composing his own song this time around. (he explained that it was his first time helping compose and that he was nervous and it was difficult). Jin has done writing on lyrics from many other BTS songs in the past, and has always expressed very anxiously and excitedly that he enjoys writing lyrics.

So, we know that BTS wrote their lyrics for their songs or at least had a hand in writing the lyrics. So, this leads to: Jungkook’s song being about his love for his Hyungs and how they helped him to grow and ‘become himself’, Yoongi’s song being about music. Hoseok’s track being @/to his mother, etc.

These songs are all dedications and their deep personal feelings. They were given a chance to do a solo track and have a hand writing lyrics and composing. The concept is about growing up and fighting hardships at it’s core, when broken down to the simplest concept. So, their solo songs really say alot about who they are and how they feel.

Let me tell you this. This will be a long breakdown, very long. Jin is someone who is routinely put on the back-shelf as a singer and musician within Bangtan. Most of his lines within the distribution of BTS is harmonizing and bridges. He is without a doubt the least appreciated/popular/recognized member within BTS by both Bighit and the fans as well. Not because he isn’t just as talented but that’s just the way it is. Why??? idk it’s a mystery. So, what did he do with his moment of truth, his moment to shine, his solo song he had a hand not just writing but producing, where he can make a declaration that he wants as long as it doesn’t conflict with the concept??

믿는 게 아냐
버텨보는 거야
할 수 있는 게
다 이것뿐이라서 

It’s not that I believe (it)
(But that) I want to try holding out
Because this is
All that I can do 

Jin is a member who is repeatedly treated as the ‘extra’ member of BTS. He’s the hyung, has a beautiful, literally ANGELIC voice, but the least popularity in rankings and the least vocal distribution in songs.

Yeah it’s my truth
It’s my truth
온통 상처투성이겠지
But it’s my fate
It’s my fate
그래도 발버둥치고 싶어

Maybe I I can never fly
저기 저 꽃잎들처럼
날갤 단 것처럼은 안 돼
Maybe I I can’t touch the sky
그래도 손 뻗고 싶어
달려보고 싶어 조금 더

Yeah it’s my truth
It’s my truth
I will be covered with wounds all over
But it’s my fate
It’s my fate
Still, I want to struggle (and fight)

Maybe I, I can never fly
I can’t (fly) like the flower petals over there
Or as though I have wings
Maybe I, I can’t touch the sky
Still, I want to stretch my hand out
I want to run, just a bit more

Yes, I recognize that this song fits in with the main character and concept of the BTS HYYH and beyond, concept. But please, recognize that this is Jin pouring his fucking heart out okay.

A man who is coNSTANTLY the underdog of this group, the one who is always overlooked, singing a song about how it’s possibly that he will never be able to reach the level he wants to, and yet he will continue fighting anyways.

Maybe I, I can never fly
I can’t (fly) like the flower petals over there

Did this literally fuck anyone else up? (BTW this is the voice of a TRUE fucking ANGEL).

Listen, don’t tell me that Jin isn’t unappreciated because he’s criminally underappreciated. Tell me that this song isn’t literally the most symbolic, beautiful thing.

People want to label him as only the handsome guy, or the house ‘mom’ and laugh at him, occasionally swerve into his lane when he looks good, etc. But let he fucking tell you what, Kim Seokjin is a fucking MIRACLE.

This is a man who once said that he hates dance more than anything, and yet literally never complains when dancing—works hard, memorizes every single dance without fail, performs them better than any cover dances I’ve ever seen, performs them day in and day out—performs them even when he’s in pain, even when he doesn’t feel he’s a good dancer. This is a man that people make fun of relentlessly for his dancing when all he does is work veryv ery very hard at it. 

This is a man who trained in acting, who trains his vocals and they improve so much every single year. Even though his voice is barely utilized to it’s full potential he still improves so much and practices so much.

This is a man who only ever puts on a brave face and jokes and smiles with ARMYs even though he knows he’s ranked the lowest among fans (particularly in SoKo fanpolls). Always takes care of Bangtan like the good Hyung/eldest that he is even though he was the youngest in his family. Who is the first one to notice that the other members are upset and run to their side, who feeds them, supports them, praises them. Supports and loves and showers ARMY with attention. All the while covering up any awkwardness or insecurities he might feel by joking around or making ‘handsome Jin’ comments.

And he poured his heart into this song. Not to be dramatic but this Solo song practically has more lines than Jin has recieved within BTS in the last 2 whole albums tbh. I mean, not literally but who the hell is counting? Jin stans are because they can’t catch a break.

I’m just saying, please stop, take a second, listen to the fucking PASSION he sings with, listen to the lyrics, read the lyrics, take in the lyrics. Recognize the parallels between the concept and what he represents there, and what he as a person and idol deals with every single day.

Because Kim Seokjin is a blessing to this Earth and it’s time we stop boxing him into the goofy handsome house mom stereotype and occasionally being like ‘everyone pay more attention to Jin’ and then everyone goes back on their way without fucking actually doing it. I’m guilty of this too, SO many ARMY sleep on Jin. We should stop this. He really honestly doesn’t deserve it.

Can’t Take It Back

A/N: A request from @sweetg for a piece where the reader is interested in Spencer, and without realizing it, he leads her on (basically, she interprets his niceness as more than friendship). The reader thinks she has a chance and confesses her feelings, only to realize that Spencer was just being nice, and that he actually already has a girlfriend. @coveofmemories

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As you sat at the table, looking across the coffee shop at your friend who’d just walked in, you wondered if you should continue coming here. Whenever you walked in, you sat down at your usual table to start working and ended up getting lost in thoughts of the boy genius’s fluffy brown hair, soft brown eyes and slightly upturned smile. 

Nearly two months ago was when you’d met him for the first time. Ever since then you’d been smitten, but you didn’t have the courage to tell him how you felt, so instead, you did what someone in your shoes would do in a cheesy rom-com - get lost in a daydream until it was too late and never have anything happen. But rejection was a great deterrent. “Hey, Spencer,” you managed to utter as he came to your table and sat in the seat across from you. “How’s work been?”

“Awful,” he said, pushing a cup of coffee your way. The past couple of weeks had apparently brought a number of ridiculously difficult cases past the members of the BAU. “This last case involved a man who was killing boys that were in similar childhood situations to his own because he thought it would be a mercy for them. He killed five before we were able to apprehend him.” 

You couldn’t imagine being in his position. His work was exemplary and what he did took an insane amount of courage you weren’t sure you possessed, but how he came across such horrific situations day in and day out and didn’t lose his mind was beyond you. “I’m so sorry, Spencer,” you said, keeping yourself from reaching across the table and grabbing his hand. It didn’t seem appropriate given that you weren’t dating, no matter how badly you wanted to be. 

“I just don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to do this.” You convinced him that he was stronger than he gave himself credit for, and he’d been okay with time. 

After finishing your coffees, Spencer invited you to a movie. He needed to get his mind out of work, and he claimed that between you and a movie, he could make that happen. 

Once the movie was over, you both went your separate ways for the day, but your heart skipped a beat when you got a text from him saying how much he appreciated you letting him vent today; he needed it, and didn’t have too many people that were willing to listen to him. The entire way back to your apartment, you debated whether or not to say something to him. He’d always been so ridiculously nice to you. He bought you coffees at the shop all the time. Whenever he asked you to go out so he could vent, he always paid for you, even though you could’ve paid yourself. And he seemed to get nervous around you. Maybe he did like you?

But maybe he didn’t. And if he didn’t, you weren’t sure if you could deal with that reality. On the other hand, if you didn’t tell him, then you’d never know what might have been, and you weren’t sure which reality was more painful.

As the next few weeks went by, whipping Spencer up in another couple of horrific cases, you tossed the idea of confessing your feelings for him back and forth. After much deliberation, you’d decided; it had to be done. Even if he did reject you, you didn’t think that pain could be worse than never knowing. 

When Spencer texted you to tell you he was back and was wondering if you could talk, you jumped on the opportunity, telling him to meet you at the coffee shop in a couple of hours. You were unable to control yourself, so instead of waiting in your apartment, you walked down to the coffee shop ahead of time and sat down to read a book. 

The hours felt like days until he walked into the shop, thrown off by the fact that you were sitting on the couch at the side of the store, rather than at your usual table. “Hi, Y/N,” he said with a smile, sitting down next to you.

“Before you say anything,” you started, ensuring you could get this out before you lost your courage, “I need to tell you something.” He looked at you quizzically, but didn’t say anything, so you continued. “Ever since I met you, I’ve had a crush on you.” If you had been looking up at this point, you would’ve noticed his face sinking and undoubtedly stopped.

“You’re really sweet and funny. You’re so nice and obviously crazy smart. I just think that we could be really good together, and I wanted you to know that. I feel like you might see it too.” When you stopped, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders - until you looked up and met his gaze. “You don’t feel the same way, do you?” you asked, the tears already forming a wall in front of your eyes.

Spencer took a deep breath. “I-I do,” he hesitated, looking down and fiddling with his thumbs, “It’s just that…I have a girlfriend.”

That you did not expect. He’d never mentioned a girlfriend before, and you’d been friends for months. The realization that the entire time you’d felt these things for him, he’d been actively thinking them about someone else, broke your heart. “Oh…” you breathed, feeling a weight descend on your chest. “I didn’t know…I’m sorry.”

For a few minutes, neither of you said a word. He was with someone else and you realized that you’d ruined your friendship. As the tears rose to your eyes again, you picked up your bag and placed the strap over your shoulder. “You’re leaving?” he asked, his eyes pleading with you not to go.

“Yea…” you said, as a tear escaped your eye. “I thought you felt the same way…you were always so nice to me and never mentioned a girlfriend, so I thought maybe you liked me, but I guess I was wrong. I’d like to be friends, but I don’t think I can do that right now.” You situated your bag on your shoulder and turned to leave. “Bye, Spencer.“

You could tell that he reached out for you as you left, but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn around and pretend that what you said hadn’t been said. As the world zipped around you, the only thing you could hear was a mumbled noise that sounded like your name, and the only thing you could feel was the wall of tears streaming its way down your heated face.

ladymayhem505  asked:

I've really gotten into bnha! it's such a good manga, I stopped at chapter 117 and I have to say I'm a bit confused about Bakugou (tbh I can't really say I like him that much, he's kinda annoying) did he know about one for all the whole time? Is he jealous of Izuku?

That’s totally awesome dude! you have fallen into bnha hell and now you’re like the rest of us ouo

Please do not hate Bakugou, he might be a little hard to understand, but he’s a real sweetheart. As for your question, no he didn’t know about OFA when Izuku indirectly told him about it the first time. When Izuku first told Bakugou about his quirk, Bakugou thought he was just talking nonsense,

he shrugged it off and he didn’t bother to think about it because he was still pissed off about losing the hero vs villain training stuff. What I think is that Bakugou continued to watch  Izuku grow and get stronger, more confident, and brave. Then, he probably thought “maybe what Deku said about being entrusted with a quirk wasn’t just a load of bull” of course he didn’t think about All Might entrusting Izuku with his power because All Might doesn’t break his bones after he uses his power…. at least until Izuku stopped breaking his body and learned how to control his quirk better in less than one week.

I think this was where he was totally convinced that Izuku was telling the truth about being entrusted with a quirk, he didn’t say it but I feel like this is what he was  thinking. He probably put some more thought into it afterwards but he still couldn’t put his finger on it.

AFO said All Might had gotten weaker… and that obviously means that they knew each other before.

Bakugou found out that they probably had some kind of connection in the past from listening to their conversation, but he couldn’t exactly trace it back to Izuku just yet. While he was worried about All Might, he was probably thinking about Izuku at the same time. All Might getting weaker… Izuku suddenly getting a quirk… of course Bakugou knew that giving your quirk to someone else was physically impossible. But then, Ragdoll lost her quirk, and AFO had the ability to literally take away people’s quirk at the snap of a finger, plus the Noumu had multiple quirks, so the odds of passing on a quirk to someone else were pretty high.

This is where Bakugou was finally able to connect the dots together, All Might sent a message that everyone interpreted as a victory, but only Izuku was able to interpret it differently from everyone else. At first, I used to think that maybe Bakugou was feeling sympathetic for Izuku here, since All Might would probably never be the same and Izuku loves All Might so much. But no. He was like  “oh. He really did give his power to Deku” so the next question on his mind was “WHY?”

Bakugou knew about All Might and Izuku since the Kamino arc, but he just wanted to hear it from one of them. I mean look at his face here.

He even asked All Might but of course All Might didn’t tell him directly (I also think that All Might had a feeling that Bakugou was finally able to put the pieces together) so going to Izuku was the next best option, because Izuku, being the timid boy he is, would definitely tell him what he wanted to hear.

I don’t want to say anything that’ll be a spoiler for you (you are at one of the best arcs in bnha right now)… it’s not that Bakugou felt jealous or anything… he was just like questioning his goals, and his choices because he was like:

They both looked up to All Might, they both aspired to be a hero, but Bakugou was always stronger, he was always better, but All Might saw Izuku, he chose Izuku instead even though Bakugou admired him just as much as Izuku did. I do think that he felt a little pang of jealousy at a point… but he was mostly pissed off at himself above all. If OFA was passed onto Kirishima, and Bakugou found out about it, he wouldn’t really be bothered by it. But the fact that it was someone he’d known for a long time, and the fact that that person who just happened to be a weak good for nothing was chosen…. irritated him.

It’s not Bakugou’s fault that he’s like this, he’s just used to always being the best, he grew up constantly surrounded by praise, he was never scolded for being an asshole… and all of this just led to him getting an inflated ego. That is, until he got into U.A. It was U.A that made him realize that there are people stronger than him, it made him realize that he wasn’t the best anymore and he couldn’t get away with doing anything that he wanted.

Bakugou attacked Izuku in middle school, in front of the teacher but the teacher just shrugged it off as a bunch of kids messing around, because he didn’t even think that there was a way for Izuku to get into U.A either. Bakugou literally ran out to attack Izuku in front of the whole class again at U.A, but Aizawa stopped him unlike his middle school teacher. After this, his world continued to crumble around him, first he lost to the boy who he NEVER EVEN IMAGINED HE’D EVER LOSE TO IN HIS LIFE.

The poor boy almost had a mental breakdown here, this was the second time he was being humiliated, with the first time being with the sludge villain. Things just went south for Bakugou throughout his first months in U.A.

Then, in the sports festival, all he wanted was a simple victory, he just wanted to win so he could showcase his power to the world. He wanted to earn it. But Shouto just stood there, he didn’t take him seriously (even though it wasn’t actually his fault because he had a lot of things on his mind), but he took Izuku seriously, Izuku of all people, when he was clearly stronger than him, but Izuku somehow managed to get Shouto to use his fire. It’s as if Shouto didn’t even care about winning anymore, because he literally just stood there and allowed Bakugou to push him out of the ring.

It’s like Shouto just let him win, and a false victory is not what Bakugou wanted. 

Then there was the hosu arc, Bakugou chose Best Jeanist for his field training because he was one of the top 5 heroes in the world, and that seemed like a great way to gain popularity, but what did he get?

A freaking make over and tight jeans?! He didn’t even do anything worthwhile with Best Jeanist, and then Izuku suddenly got stronger out of the blue. Then of course there was the Kamino arc, and All Might losing OFA. Bakugou felt responsible for that 

The hero world changed in one night, and All Might probably would’ve still had his power if he didn’t get kidnapped. Right here, he’s in shock, and he’s just feeling extremely guilty.

Even his mom said he was the reason for everything that happened. Although this was portrayed as a humorous scene, it still must have hurt him a lot.

The hero license exam arc was a good way for him to get his mind off of the whole incident in Kamino, but even during that arc he was constantly being reminded of everything that happened. Like here:

I don’t think that he was mainly angry at Izuku for saving All Might here, sure he was pissed off at the fact that Izuku saved the day again, but I think he was just feeling bad because he literally just caused All Might to lose his power and now he was responsible for All Might almost getting crushed by a boulder. He was angry at himself.

Even after he failed, they still reminded him of the fact that All Might can no longer be All Might because he “fell”, and he felt that it was his fault. The whole reason why the exam was conducted was because, the heroes needed all the help they could get from people with quirks suitable for acting as heroes (since you can’t use a quirk without a license or qualification) because All Might was no longer round to help. 

The poor boy had to carry this guilt throughout the exam, and after that he just had a bunch of emotions that he desperately wanted to get off his chest. Bakugou is a good guy, he’s an awesome character who’s been through so much, he’s gone from saying that he’s better than everyone else to encouraging his friends. 

This is just me babbling about how awesome Bakugou is because I really, really want you to like him… anyway chapter 118 will most likely change your opinion about Bakugou though.