even though it has been done a lot by now


summary: Dan Howell is a regular teenager. He goes to high school, he hangs out with his best friends (PJ, Chris, and Phil), and he hates doing homework. He’s fairly attractive, enough so to attract the attention of a few girls and secretly Phil. What people don’t know about this average teen, is that he isn’t so average. Dan Howell is in a popular alternative band. He sings and plays keyboard for this band, known to many as ‘Ripping Ivory’. He wears a mask onstage as he sings and is known by his fanbase as Q, even though they know this isn’t his true identity.

warnings: panic attack type situation, worry, some sexual references. but all warnings are small this book is overall very nice i just need to warn bc warnings

words: 4100

a/n: this is my first fic so i edited this and read it over many times. please tell me if i have any grammar mistakes or anything. also, im really proud of this so please don’t let it flop!!

p.s.s: ik this is a bad title. i write i don’t come up with this crap.


“Dude did you guys hear about how Ripping Ivory is coming here in 2 weeks??” Chris asks as he sits down at the lunch table. Dan doesn’t even flinch at the name because of how much his friends talk about the band, but his heart does speed up and he is afraid that they may ask him something and Dan will end up telling them, that he is Q and that’s him behind the mask.

Phil nods, “I already got tickets! Are you guys going??” PJ and Chris both exclaim a form of 'yes!’ but Dan shakes his head and looks down. “Why can’t you go? I could probably get tickets for you if it has anything to do with money”

'Nope, definitely not money’ Dan thinks to himself, 'Just the fact that I’ll be the one singing at that concert.’ “I’m visiting my grandma the day of the concert” This wasn’t technically a lie, except for the fact that his grandma was coming to the concert to see him perform. As long as they never see her there then there will be no problems. Dan tries to make sure his family members come to the concerts at different times so no one will ever suspect it. All of his close relatives and his co-workers are the only people who know his secret.

“Oh man, that sucks” PJ whispers. They had all wanted to go together, and Dan had made sure to act excited with them about it weeks prior to get them pumped. Dan is actually very glad that they will be able to come to his band’s concert, only part of him wishes he could be in the crowd with them.

The thought of Ripping Ivory without Dan, or Q, makes Dan giggle. It would be David on the bass and Todd on the drums but only David’s back up vocals, or any vocals for that matter. Dan did most of the singing.

“We’ll take videos and pictures for you.” Phil comforts him and gives him a small hug before pulling away.

“Lester’s going to have /a lot/ of pictures and videos. We all know how much he loves Q,” Chris says and then makes his voice higher and clasps his hands together as he talks again, “Oh my Q! He’s so beautiful and his hair looks so soft! I’m going to marry him one day!” Phil shoves Chris from across the table.

“No, Phil talks more about his ass in those tight ass jeans. I wonder how that boy can even breathe in them,” PJ chuckles and dodges any attacks from a angry looking Phil. Phil can’t look angry so Dan would describe him as looking like an angry goldfish.

'Easy,’ Dan thinks, 'You get used to wearing them after a while. They’ve just shaped to fit my body perfectly.’

Dan then realizes what Phil has been thinking about Q. Q has the same body as Dan, so does Phil like Dan’s body too????? Dan’s cheeks heat up and his heart rate speeds up at the indirect compliment. Phil was definitely someone that he may or may not have a /tiny/ crush on. I mean, who wouldn’t fall for him?

“I mean, maybe you could come to another concert with us another time…” Chris says, trying to lighten the situation. “It’s okay, I will. I heard panic! is coming in November,” Dan says and smiles, suddenly changing the topic to that.


Dan and Phil both walk to Phil’s house together. Phil walks up the sidewalk to the front door and opens it up. “Thanks for coming over, I really needed someone to hang out with. My parents have been gone for 2 days and it’s lonely.”

“Not that I don’t want to be here, because I do, but why couldn’t Chris or PJ come??” Dan asks curiously.

“They’re probably having sex.”

“That’s true. Not a mental picture I needed though”

“Sorry.. but now I have it too so we’re even”

Dan’s phone buzzes in his pocket and he picks it up, checking the new message. It’s in his band’s group chat from their manager, Sara, to the band group chat. 'BAND STUFF’ was too obvious so they settled for the next best option.


meet at arena, they’re letting us go up early to practice / get some things done before the concert.

Dan sighs, “Phil, I’m really sorry but I have to go..”

“What, why?”

“Family emergency.”

Phil has been getting suspicious of a lot of these random having to leave things and family emergencies, but he doesn’t say anything because what if his mum was really in the hospital or dying?? Then Phil would be a terrible friend.

Phil just nods, “Go ahead. Text me if you can? Anything is better than being alone.”

Dan nods back, “Of course”




Dan slides on his mask, a plain black covering that went around his eyes and the top of his nose. Dan also pushes his hair up into a quiff for shows so no one will be able to tell him from his fringe.

Ripping Ivory’s shows are what Dan calls 'Literally the best thing you’ll ever go to’. There’s lights, smoke, audience participation (consensual of course), and wardrobe changes for different parts of the concert.

Dan wears his black skinny jeans most of the concert and changes his shirts mostly. Unless it’s an outdoor concert and halfway through the concert he may change into basketball shorts.

Dan and the rest of the members quickly skim through their songs and then all of them sneak off to decode the entire arena to find the best spots to stay and check out dressing rooms. It is a pre-concert tradition for them to memorize every corridor and backstage thing they can. They may or may not play hide and seek up until they literally call them to go onstage.

FROM PHIL (to Dan):

everything going good with your family??

FROM DAN (to Phil):

yeah sorry about having to leave..

FROM PHIL (to Dan):

it’s totally understandable.


“I’m not counting, that round was unfair!” Todd complains and crosses his arms.

Dan laughs and rolls his eyes, “I found you fair and square.”

“You didn’t tell us you were coming.”

“Fine! I’ll just count! We have 45 seconds so I’m giving you 15 seconds to run to a spot,” David says and puts his hands over his eyes, starting to count (rather quickly too). Dan runs as fast as he can into a closet and slams the door shut and he suddenly hears a small click.

Dan goes into panic mode when he finds the door locked. He starts banging on the door for someone to come open it. “HELP!!!!!” he screams and he waits for a good at least 30 seconds before David opens the door. “Dan we’re supposed to be out there! Hurry!”

Dan, Todd, and David all sprint to their spots when entering the stage.

Dan is lifted onto the stage from a middle spot. He runs his fingers through his already pushed up hair and fixes his mask. “Hello London!” he says happily and the crowd starts shouting. Dan walks up and starts high-fiving people from the front of the pit. “Sorry for starting so late” Dan giggles a bit, “I got trapped in a closet” He widens his eyes a bit and smiles.

“But no one here came to hear me complain about my life so lets start out with some 'Focus on her’!” The crowd shouts loudly and Dan smiles a very happy smile.

Dan walks forward to the front of the stage as he sings. For this song and the next two songs after he will be wearing this white button-up that is short sleeve and has small black dots on it. Most of his wardrobe is monochrome because of his mask and jeans but some parts he has more bright clothes.

Smoke rises up on both sides of Dan and around the rest of the band and lights flash in all directions.

The next three songs finish way faster than anyone wanted. Dan and the other members run backstage as they play a video for the crowd that is enough to keep them on their toes for the next song.

Dan runs out after the video just ends. He is now wearing a Kanye West 'Yeezus’ shirt that he just threw on because he’ll be doing the 'It Game’ after the next song.

The It Game is whenever he has one of his security guards pick a random girl or guy from the audience. Then he sings them one of their more lovey songs (as much as Dan doesn’t want to admit it, he wrote the song while thinking of him and Phil). He then asks them a few questions to entertain the audience and give the 'It’ a good experience to remember. The 'It’ is able to leave the stage with backstage passes for whoever they came with and a kiss on the cheek from Q.

Soon enough, Dan is waiting for the spotlight to land on whoever his main guard, Bob, chose to go on stage. “Okay guys, we’re now going to play a little game. One of my security guards, and good friends, will be choosing a person from the audience to come up here. If you’re asked and don’t want to, just say no because I know how bad that can be for someone. Like 'OMG Q why did you force me on stage and make me say my name in front of like a ton of people?!’, it’s okay because I won’t. So Bob, go and find the 'It’.”

The crowd cheers and several people jump and hold up signs to try and get onstage. Suddenly a spotlight stops in the middle. Dan can’t tell what the person looks like because of how bright everything is but he will whenever they get up on the stage.

Footsteps, the spotlight is put not only on Dan, but his guest. Dan looks up into the eyes and is filled with familiarity. Blue eyes that he could recognize in a sea of people. Out of everyone here, Bob chose Phil Lester. That bastard knew who he was to Dan and chose him on purpose.

Dan smiles and grabs a stool from the side of the stage for him to sit down. He grabs a microphone and hands it to Phil because Dan has a headset mic. “What’s your name?” Dan asks with a smile and suddenly /really/ hopes Phil won’t be able to recognize him even through a mask.


“Beautiful name for a beautiful man, huh?”

Phil’s cheeks go a dark shade of red, “Thank you” he almost whispers.

“I would compliment you more, but I guess singing you a song will work too” Dan smiles at him and Phil’s eyes crinkle up into that beautiful smile that Dan loves seeing. “Adorable” Dan says and starts with the song.

Dan finishes the song by walking up to Phil and swiftly pushing the little hairs that had fallen out of his fringe back with the others, giving him a small smile. “So, Phil, where are you from?”

“Here. Me and my friends got so excited whenever we found out you guys were coming, although one of them couldn’t make it, but there’s always next time”

“Of course, I’m glad you could make it though. Or else you’d never get to be sat on a bright stage with Q.”

“My one true dream, finally come true.”

Dan laughs and smiles, “Glad I could make it happen. Tell me Phil, is there anyone special in your life right now?”

Phil smiles a bit and looks down, “I would say you but I haven’t even taken you to dinner yet” Phil laughs and shakes his head, “No, but in all seriousness, there’s this guy I may or may not be on the verge of asking out.”

Both Dan and the crowd collectively go 'ooooo’ at the same time. Dan props his elbows on his legs and rests his head on his hands, watching Phil. “Tell me more, we have time”

“Well I’m not going to say anything specific because he always seems to know everything about this band but he’s really cute and bisexual, and I’m pretty sure that even if I wasn’t gay that I still would’ve fallen in love with him.”

“Awwww!! I wish you and your man, good luck” Dan says and he means it because 'oh my shithole, Phil just indirectly told him that he likes/loves Dan???!??!?!

“Thank you” Phil blushes more and smiles.

“Okay, before I so rudely kick you off my stage, how many people did you come here with?”

“Two of my friends and myself.”

“Would two of your friends and yourself like to come backstage after the show to hang out??”

“Yes please”

“Aw, such a gentleman. Okay so go see Bob when you exit the stage and he’ll get you those passes. See you later!” Dan smiles to himself and walks up to Phil, kissing his cheek.


“These are literally my best friends so don’t do stupid things okay?? I’ll be hearing all about this tomorrow at school,” Dan warns his band members. Todd laughs, “So don’t reveal you, show your dick pi-” “I don’t take dick pics!” Dan shouts and throws a bottle of water at him, causing it to spill all over Tom and the ground. At this same moment, PJ, Chris, and Phil are all ushered into the room.

David laughs loudly at the situation, “Looks like you have already failed your mission not to embarrass yourself.” “At least I don’t look like I pissed myself” Dan says and eyes Todd. Todd puts his middle finger up at Dan, “At least I’m not talking about my dick”

“I’ll have you know I have a very nice dick”

“No you don’t”

“You’ve seen me naked before you don’t have to lie”

“Nah mate, I say that /because/ I’ve seen you naked”

Dan throws another bottle of water at him and then turns to their guests. “I’m Q, this is David and Todd. Welcome to our humble abode…. er I mean my dressing room.”

Chris smiles and steps forward, shaking Dan’s hand, “Big fan of your music. Glad to be able to meet you in person.”

PJ smiles, “Same for me. I bet it’s even better for Phil to meet you, he likes you almost as much as he loves 'Daaaaannn’” Dan hopes no one can see the blush on his cheeks.

Todd walks up and pats Dan on the back, “You’ve always been popular with the ladies.. and guys too. We have a big LGBT+ audience. I’d say it’s a very good thing though, spreading gayness one song at a time.”


PJ, Chris, and Phil all leave after about 30 minutes because that’s the most amount of time that the guards would let them stay. As they leave, they spot Dan’s grandma walking around backstage and talking to Bob.

All three of them walk over to her. Chris decides to talk for them, “Mrs. April?? What are you doing here?” She turns around and smiles at the boys, “Oh boys! It’s so nice to see all of you! I just came to see the wonderful show!”

“I thought Dan was going to visit you today? He said that’s why he couldn’t make it to the concert..” Phil says, suddenly confused. PJ then steps up, “Also.. how did you get back here without a backstage pass?”

Mrs. April smiles at them without it wavering at all, “I have to go” she says and walks away, towards the dressing rooms where they can see Q step out and hug her. Just as he goes inside, he slips off his mask, and leaves the other boys at an angle where they couldn’t see his face"


They all sit in the car, left silent with their thoughts as PJ drives them back to Chris’ house. “What if Q is Dan?” Phil asks quietly and Chris laughs. Phil shakes his head at him, “It sounds idiotic but it’s possible. Dan’s grandma came and hugged Q, Dan told us he couldn’t come to see us because he was going to see his grandma, and we already know he can sing and play piano. I’m not reaching very far to conclude this- oh my god I admitted to Dan himself that I’m practically in love with him”

PJ smiles sympathetically, “It’s okay Phil. We’ll find out- plus anytime you said something about it Q got flustered so if it’s true maybe Dan likes you back. I think the best way to find out will be to not ask him about it and let it unfold. I have a plan.”


That night, the boys went over several plans until they got down the best one that they could think of that should trap Dan into telling them the truth. They decided to go with the plan at lunchtime.

“How was the concert?” Dan asks and Phil smiles. His experience at the concert could be put in the top 3 moments of his life. “Amazing! I got on stage and Q was so hot and cute and he kissed my cheek and I swear it’s still burning a hole where his lips touched and we got to go backstage to meet the band!” Phil says excitedly and sits down next to Dan.

PJ and Chris sit down after Phil. “What about you, how was your grandma?” PJ asks and Dan had already guessed that they would ask about her so he was prepared. “She was great actually. Her and my mum talked all night basically and I contributed to about 30% of their conversations. We left her house really late, like 1 or 2.”

Chris contorts his face a bit, “So that’s why she was at your concert last night? We got to speak to her.”

Dan’s heart suddenly starts racing really fast, worse than other times. His breathing quickens and the room starts getting smaller. The people talking around him is louder than usual. “I-I’ve go-tta go-o” he whispers and stands up. The room starts spinning, making it hard for Dan to move. Dan tries to grab onto Phil to break his fall but he completely misses and trips, banging his head against the ground. The last thing Dan remembers before everything going black is the sound of his own sobbing (he doesn’t remember crying but he knows it was himself crying), Phil quickly getting on the floor with him, and PJ yelling for a nurse.


Dan barely squints his eyes open. He has a cold washcloth on his forehead and he is in his bedroom. Phil is sitting at the end of his bed and Chris and PJ are on the love seat across from his bed. They haven’t noticed Dan woke up yet so he decides to listen to their conversation like the sneaky fuck he is, he shuts his eyes once more.

“Gotta say, that guy is really good at what he does. He’s gotten this entire thing past us for 3 years and we only just found out because we went to a concert.” The voice is definitely PJ.

“I can understand why he would keep it from us, this is a big deal. He obviously just wants to keep his identity a secret so he can live normally. This crossed a big barrier for him, bringing famous life into his normal life. That episode he had was understandable” Phil says and places his hand on Dan’s leg.

“I just want him to know that he can trust us, we’ve known him since we were all in our moms’ wombs. This isn’t something I would just go and tell someone,” Chris adds to the conversation.

Before anyone else speaks, Dan decides to make his way in. “That’s good to know” he whispers and sits up a bit in bed and opens his eyes. All three of the boys all snap their heads to look at Dan. “Don’t talk, I want to do this myself.” They nod and Dan rubs his hands over his face before starting.

“Hello, my name is Daniel James Howell. I am in my last year of schooling before I go to university, if I even do, and I’m also in a band. I am known as Q, the guy with the mask, or the guy with extremely tight jeans in the alternative band, Ripping Ivory. I sing songs and and play piano with my other best friends, Todd Harris and David York. Now, I may be best friends with them, but I have some even closer friends that I go to school with. I didn’t tell them about being in a band because I was scared of judgement or them turning on me. I now realize that I can tell them several things that should be told. Also including the fact that I’m in love with my best friend, who I have even written songs about. Which includes the song that I sang for him last night, in front of an arena of people.”

They’re quiet for a painful amount of time. Dan decides to add onto his speech, “Our first ever concert- it was in Reading at a small diner. Back then my mask was bright red and had black paint marks on it- I still have that one actually. But anyways, at that concert I had only known Todd and David for 2 weeks. Enough time to learn the songs I had made. At the beginning of the first song we song, I had the worst panic attack I’ve ever had. The diner was packed to the brim and everyone was watching us. Todd and I sat outside for 20 minutes before I could go back inside and we fucking rocked that show! That show was what bonded me and Todd closer and I still think of the things he told me then whenever I get nervous doing a show or even right now. I shouldn’t be scared of talking to you guys about anything, so there goes most of my secrets.”

“Most?” PJ asks curiously.

“Well do you want a full list of every person I’ve ever wanked to?”

PJ then shakes his head at the same time as Phil.

Chris smirks, “It’d only be two people. 1. Evan Peters 2. Phil Lester”

Phil shoots Chris a glare. PJ stands up, “Chris, lets give Dan and Phil some time to talk things out. We can go talk to Dan’s mum” Chris nods and him and PJ race out of the room and Chris shuts the door behind him.

“D-Did you really write that song about me?” Phil asks with a pink tint to his cheeks. Dan nods and smiles, sitting up all the way and letting Phil come sit next to him. “Who else would I write about having eyes you could swim in? And making my heart do that little flippy over thing” Phil smiles, “Well now you’ll have a new song to write about, about taking chances and finding love, a cliche song about the real life Hannah Montana who meets the love of his life. Dannah Montana.” They’re both silent for a moment, enjoying each other’s company.

Dan smiles at Phil and Phil smiles back, “I’m really proud of you Dan” Phil whispers, cuddling into Dan. “I wouldn’t of done it without my 3 best friends being the sneakiest shits ever. Now, lets get to the real stuff. You calling Q hot, and 'oh the things you would do if his jeans were off’.” Phil blushes and kisses Dan’s cheek, “You’ll find out those things in a matter of time, just a matter of time dear”

Papa!Mochi & Baby!Eijun Masterpost

(Since editing the links for every post is tiring and annoying.)

Master post for the Daiya no A parent AU I’ve been doing since (zomg) 2014. Will edit every time there’s a new installment.

**Updates when I update.**


Original Sets: (read Right to Left)

[1] | [2] | [3] | [4] | [5] | [6] | [7] | [8] | [9] | [10]

New Format: (read Left to Right)

[1] | [2] | [3] | [4] | [5] | [6] | [7] | [8]


[Eijun’s b-day 2015] | [Dear Baby Eijun] | [Mother’s Day]



Ei-chan - The loud and rambunctious kid of Kuramochi. There’s never a dull (or quiet) moment when this kid is around. He often causes trouble but they all adore him anyway. He practically grew up with the team.

Harucchi - Ryousuke’s younger brother. Eijun immediately befriends him and they’ve been inseparable since. Though the smallest of the three kids, more often than not he’s the one who has to keep and eye on them and keep them all out of trouble, (which is really easier said than done.)

Satoru - Tetsu’s nephew. He rarely speaks, if at all, and likes to sleep a lot. He’s very shy, likes animals, and he’s still adjusting to having friends, especially with having one as loud and lively as Eijun.

The Team:

Papa - Eijun’s very young father. Eijun was born 2 days before he even turned 18, and raising Eijun by himself has been rough on him. He manages though with the help of his teammates, all of them practically an extension of their tiny family by now.

Oniisan - Haruichi’s elder brother. After the loss of their parents, he took custody of his own younger brother and is now his legal guardian. He recently started dating Kuramochi, but nothing has changed much between them since they hardly have any time to themselves, (much to his annoyance.)

Miyuki Kazuya - The team’s regular catcher and considers himself bad with kids. Regardless, he seems to have caught the attention of both Eijun and the shy Furuya. Eijun has a huge crush on him, but it really ends up being more trouble for him at most times.

Leader-san - Furuya’s uncle and the team’s captain. He’s taking care of Furuya while the kid is in Tokyo for the summer. Knowing how shy the kid can be and how he has trouble making friends, he takes every opportunity he can to bring him to meet Eijun and Haruichi who he seems to get along with.

Chris-san - The team’s other catcher who’s taking a break from the season due to an injury. He’s been helping Kuramochi in every way he can and has grown quite close with Eijun. He’s the only one who can calm Eijun down. Eijun also asks him a lot of questions and finds him the most comfortable to talk to.

Spitz-san - The loud outfielder of the team. Originally thought kids to be too delicate and/or troublesome, and didn’t know how to handle them. He is learning though and has great potential to be a mother hen. He’s “secretly” responsible for Eijun’s current obsession with Shoujo manga and anime.

Nori-nii - One of the pitchers of the team and is great with kids. Both Eijun and Furuya like him a lot and he’s pretty good at keeping an eye on them and making sure they’re alright.

Masuko - Kuramochi and Eijun’s next door neighbor in their apartment building. He helps Kuramochi out a lot and often comes over to babysit when Kuramochi has errands to run. He does have a tendency to spoil Eijun though when it comes to snacks and sweets.

[more to be added]

Why WLW are quick to judge your het ships

Okay so I know for a fact that this is going to piss people on this website off but oh well it needs to be said

Abusive relationships:
Ever wonder why we are usually far faster at locating abusive relationships? Ever get annoyed because you swear your het ships aren’t abusive by we are ‘delusional’? So here is why: we don’t care very much for men. This isn’t meant to be a hate thing- we don’t want every man to rot in hell for all eternity and suffer for the rest of their fuck boy lives- well some of us do but most of us see men as like a criminal who’s been released from prison: they’ve done loads of bad shit in the past and we are suspicious of them- and even though time has past and they may be changed, different, and better now- we are still cautious so we’ll trust them at arms length. That may seem out of place from a section about abusive relationships- but it is relevant. WLW are a lot quicker to spot an abusive relationship because 99.99999% of us are serious feminists. That’s not to say straight people or gay men can’t be feminists- that’s not at all what I’m saying. But if you look at the lives of straight couples that are only half women and then lesbian couples that are fully women- there is a difference. Women are far more relevant and a part of the lives of lesbians than they are of straights- that’s just a facts. And yes- men may love women just as much as women can love women- but there is a major difference there. A lot of men that love women- are attracted to women while women that love women- have a far more deep rooted love because they are women too. Let me elaborate: most men (notice how I say most- the key word 'most’ is there so not to judge the whole) have at least some level of sexism in them. Now before you get all up and arms- chill out and listen: even the men that aren’t outright sexist, have a deep rooted (or in some cases not so deep rooted) part of them that cringes or groans at the word 'feminist’. That’s because throughout history- men have come first- they get what they want before anyone else- and women for the longest time have been left dealing with shit they shouldn’t have to be dealing with. Fast forward to modern day- we still aren’t where we should be as of equal rights- but we have come a long way- and because of that, a lot of men are tired of having to give up so much power they’ve had for so long. Even the men that are fine giving up the power inwardly or outwardly roll their eyes whenever a woman has the nerve to ask for more because 'we should be happy with what we have’. The term feminism comes with the understanding that a women wants more than what she has- not to be selfish but to be equal. The term feminism can invoke annoyance or provoke anger because it means that women are more aware of what they deserve and are fighting to get it. It means men can’t get away with what they used to. That being said, not all men are this way- there are a lot of male allies. But wlw who are most likely feminists because their lives include women far more than men, look out for the woman’s interest over the man’s. This is not to say we don’t care about men: we just watch out for our fellow woman way more. So because of this: we notice abusive behavior in relationships when others cant. We know what healthy relationships look like because we have self love and love for all women so we know what it is to have a healthy love for them. So before you get all aggressive and start claiming that we are 'delusional’ and 'grasping for nothing’, remember that there is a possibility that we can see things you can’t because we are looking more carefully than you are. I am now prepared to get the inevitable death threats and kys messages so go ahead friends- in ready

anonymous asked:

Wait what -is- the Woody collective

oh, my sweet summer child.

I’m no expert and i wasn’t involved or anything, so I might get some of this wrong, but basically, it was a movement started on tumblr about a month ago where people would claim urls previously used by homphobes / terfs / etc, and then change the title to “howdy pardner” and the icon to a picture of Woody from toy story (example). I think the point was so that when you saw a post who’s OP had since become a woody blog, it was supposed to be a red flag meaning “the user who posted this has since been deemed problematic, and we’re glad they’re gone”. But since the URLs were already abandoned, the woody collective doesn’t really DO much from my understanding, besides claiming a bunch of old problematic URLs so these people can never use them again.

It’s kinda spiraled out of control now though, and people started claiming deleted blogs on popular text posts just for the hell of it, even though those blogs hadn’t actually done anything problematic. The people who started / guided the movement aren’t happy about this, and now a lot of the woody blogs that belonged to actually problematic people are now changing to a spongebob icon and “orgasm” as their blog title, to differentiate themselves (why spongebob and orgasm were chosen, who the hell knows). Also, I know that there’s been some drama within the woody collective, something about reverse racism or whatever idk. Also, a “Stinky Pete” (another character from Toy Story) blog has popped up as an anti-woody advocate.

Basically, it was a just weird / interesting trend that started with (what I think were) good intentions, and has since become just a big weird mess that hordes a bunch of deleted URLs.

Sorry if this is kinda long-winded, but that’s the gist of it!! Hope that helps and anyone let me know if I missed anything


Originally posted by 0chlophobia

Summary:  Hannah tries to push her friend away after rumors spread to try and keep her safe.

Pairing:  Hannah Baker x fem!Reader 

Request: I don’t know if you do Hannah x F reader but if you do can you do 55 and Hannah is feeling really sad about all the rumors and the hate the reader is getting because she’s friends with Hannah and it ends in a kiss?

Warning: lesbian kissing because some people get uncomfortable, people being assholes

Word Count: 1107

Prompt:  “After everything…I’d still choose you.”

A/N this is honestly trash, but it was the best I could do.

Hannah Baker.  The new girl with long, brown, mermaid-like hair and big, brown doe eyes, already had rumors spreading about her.  You and her were introduced to each other by Kat at her going away party.  The two of you, Jessica and Alex were briefly friends until it just all fell apart.  Now, weeks later, the rumor of her and Justin has somewhat passed, Alex and Jessica are dating and as for you and Hannah, you have grown a lot closer to each other compared to before.  However, while the photo rumor was done with, the “Hot or Not” list with her name on it has been seen by half the school, creating the uproar of mocking gestures as she walked down the hallways with you.  

Even though you’ve known each other for a short while and Hannah probably thought of you as a friend, you had fallen for her.  And as difficult, yet enjoyable, that being just her friend was, you had to keep your love for her a secret for as long as you could.  You didn’t want to risk your friendship, especially if she wasn’t even attracted to girls.

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  • someone: how are you?
  • me: I'm good, you?
  • me in the inside: I'm mad because they cut a lot of johnten moments out of nct life in chiang mai but left all the jaeten moments which is really disrespectful because we john ten shippers have been waiting for a year and now people are starting to ship jaeten even though johnten is such a perfect ship I mean Ten even said that he wants to have xxx with johnny's fatass and I don't think anyone has ever done that so we should appreciate this ship but no sm had to ruin them.

That content meant a lot to me, like l, a l o t, but now in context, i honestly dont know what to think. I feel upset and uncomfortable. Im glad that the podburgular guy responded the way he did. I probably wont feel comfortable supporting this guys content. Its the looking back that I dont know how to feel about because it really did mean a lot to me. It was appointment viewing that genuinely got me through the week and its different now. Ive been sick to my stomach thinking about it since last night because these are shitty things done by a shitty person to people who dont deserve it. ALSO, nobody had or has the right to ask for proof; believe women when they find the courage to speak out about this shit.

Im very conflicted even though i know that morally i shouldnt be and its seriously getting to me.

mrs---nicole  asked:

HC: hanzo has a soft spot for strays. Currently they own three cats and a dog. Jesse is on his way to adding to there little fur family. He found a baby ferret.

Awww, that is such a sweet headcanon! I can so see them living together with their little, fur-family! 

“So, hypothetically,” Jesse starts and Hanzo already knows that whatever comes next has already been decided. Because otherwise Jesse would begin his calls with ‘Hey Han, guess what?’. Well, he has been doing that for the last five years.

“Hypothetically,” Hanzo repeats, voice void of any kind of emotion even though he is quite curious what his partner has done again now. 

“Yeah, hypothetically,” Jesse drawls and then shushes something that squeaks. It squeaks and Hanzo feels his internal alarm bells go off. He turns around to see their dog, Diego, sleep in front of the fireplace. Their cats, Jumper, Chico and Himata are all curled up on the sofa. They are curled up so close to each other that they look like a very furry cushion. 

“Is it something that needs a lot of room?” Hanzo asks before Jesse has a chance to continue his hypothecial question. He already thinks about shifting their furniture around. Just in case.

“Not at first, no,” Jesse answers and the squeaking sounds again, weaker though. “We may need a big cage, though, and the tiny bottles we used for Himata. Ya remember where we put those?” Of course Hanzo knows. He was the one who put them away after all. 

“Of course I do,” he sighs. “What are we preparing for exactly.” It isn’t a question. Hanzo steels himself but he knows that there won’t be a ‘no’. He is just as bad at picking up strays as Jesse is.

“Well, the Wiki says it’s a baby Mustela putorius furo,” Jesse’s voice goes up at the end of the sentence. A question more than an answer.

Hanzo remains silent for a moment, digesting the information.

“You will arrive with a ferret then.” 

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anonymous asked:

How do you suggest someone to veil? Like I wear a headband every day, but I don't feel like that's enough.

You could try using a scarf. There are a bunch of different ways to wear a head scarf as a veil. My favorite way right now looks like this:

But I’m also fond of this:

And though I haven’t worn a veil like this in a while, I do still adore simply wearing a scarf like a hood:

I strongly suggest looking at the videos that have been done by wrapunzel, even if you aren’t going to use a tichel style veil, because the techniques for tying the scarves and securing them can be translated to different looks as well.

And if you’re looking for historical inspiration, try looking through Janet Stephens’ videos on her YouTube channel. She recreates historic hairstyles from lots of different time periods, and her stuff is really pretty interesting. She has 21 videos right now that feature ancient Roman, Grecian, and Mediterranean hairstyles. I actually just recently found her channel, and it is so amazing. She’s got a different style of sakkos up than what I had previously found, and I really want to try making one. But enough of that tangent!

If you’re finding that a headband isn’t satisfying your desire to veil, try looking into different styles. Don’t be afraid to play around and try out different styles. Find something you love.

Nathanael Headcanon

Chat Noir is not the first one to discover Ladybug’s identity.

Nor is it Alya, her best friend, or her parents, one floor below, or even Chloe, her worst fan. No, Ladybug is a secret that Marinette keeps tucked close to her chest. The thing is, she can’t keep Ladybug out of her shoulders. 

Which is why Nathanael is the first to suspect anything.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t spent years watching Marinette. They’re placed in the same class in their cinquieme year, and it’s when Marinette - smelling of cinnamon - leans over his desk and exclaims how beautiful one of his sketches is that Nathanael feels his heart pulse in a different way. It’s fluttery, and kind of warm deep in his chest, and he puts his pencil to paper in a way he’s never done before. One day, he’d have to thank her. 

That warmth only grows, and they find themselves in the same class the following two years, too. Nathanael doesn’t start drawing her until the end of quatrieme, and spends the entire summer sketching the lines of her face and the pitch of her smile over and over and over. So the difference is stark, the first day of troisieme, when Marinette walks into the classroom. 

And it’s not just the obvious things. Sure, she puts in hair in pigtails now instead of last year’s bun (he’d liked the bun, but now pigtails gave him a new style to practice penning), and she’s invested in pink and has maybe grown a little taller. Even if Nathanael hadn’t honed his artist’s eye on her last school year, he would have known all of these things just from listening to Alya shout it out over the hum of the newly reunited class (as if the two best friends hadn’t seen each other over the summer). No, it’s the little, glaring things that no one else seems to be picking up on: the straightness of her spine, the way her shoulders square up when she’s called on by the teacher, the slow, intentional tracking of her eyes around the classroom. The occasional hardness to those same, aquamarine eyes when Chloe starts with her usual ways.

Marinette and Chloe have a history - anyone who has been at Francois-DuPont long enough knows that. But this year things turn particularly vicious, because when Marinette fights back, she fights back. And Nathanael keeps seeing it, keeps having to revise and rework his image of her, because Marinette has changed. It’s like he’s drawing someone new - someone stronger, more lovelier, more impossible not to fall for. 

It doesn’t make sense, though, until he is turned into Le Dessinateur

Nathanael doesn’t remember much, and he tells himself he’s thankful for it. What he does remember comes out only at home, on a wide canvas he’s painted and repainted, over and over and over, in blues and blacks and bruised purples. But that’s besides the point. 

Nathanael does remember Ladybug. Not like he’d forget her, of course - her face was everywhere, all of the time. The Hero of Paris. But Ladybug becomes more than just the hero of Paris; she becomes his hero, through and through. More than that, Ladybug becomes his inspiration

He can’t stop drawing her. It helps that she seems to circle within his sphere on an almost daily basis. It’s her face he sees when he’s broken out of the pink goop of Mylene’s horrific akuma; it’s Ladybug that stands out in Reflekta’s crowd. Where there once was Marinette, there is now pages and pages of Ladybug.

It only takes a few weeks - two, maybe three - to see that they’re one in the same. He’s staring at the back of Marinette’s head in Mme. Mendeleiev’s, and his fingers naturally gravitate towards his pen, even though he knows the risks. It’s a simple figure study, harmless, and he hasn’t drawn Marinette in a while (his feelings aren’t tempered so much as split), but when he looks down and really, really looks, Nathanael realizes that he’s drawn Ladybug instead. 



No, no, that’s Marinette at the tip of his pencil. But she has Ladybug’s shoulders, and the curve of her neck. But it’s Marinette’s jacket and the angle of her chin, and her hair, pulled into two pigtails. 

It can’t be.

He flips between the pages of his notebook, but now he can’t unsee it. The only sign that he’s looking at Marinette or Ladyug is the mask

The rest of the class period is frantic pulling out of pages, glancing up at Marinette, and layering sketches over one another. Nathanael’s so occupied in the venture that he almost misses the dismissal bell. He looks up to see Marinette walking out, and then looks back down at a high-action sketch of Ladybug. They have the same butt. 

The rest of Nathanael blends in with his hair, and he slumps back in his chair, unable to even stand. They have the same butt. He should know: he’s an artist, and he spends a lot of time looking at it. 

By the end of the day, it makes sense, though he isn’t able to look at Marinette without overheating to the point of sublimation. That caring, devoted, strong-willed Marinette would be the same as the red clad savior of the city doesn’t seem so strange to Nathanael. He has, after all, been saved by them both.

But now, he has to make a decision. 


2017/05/26 Blog post by Keiko 『たまあり』

Translation will follow tonight!

『Saitama Arena』

Good evening ♪ This is Keiko ヽ(´ー`)ノ

The weather is gloomy… isn’t it?

A few days ago the cute girl presenting the weather forecast announced that we would have to say “sayonara” to the blue sky for a while. This makes me so sad, now it’s up to me whether my mood is good or bad. That’s why I have been working out a lot and eating well! That has become my routine!

I ate a little too well.

Eel, I want to eat it all the time, I just can’t stop.

Meat → eel → chocolate-high chew-gummi → meat → eel → chocolate-high chew-gummi → meat ……… it’s an endless and vicious circle *laughs*

How I would love to live in such luxury *laughs*

Even though I work out as much as I have always done, I just can’t have such gluttonous eating habits (/▽\) There’s no way! *laughs*

Maybe someday a time will come (I am not sure if it will ever come) when I will be able to yield to my desires; without thinking of the consequences I would like to continue eating to my heart’s content. I wonder, is it due to the weather that I am this delusional? I should stop *laughs* Such a wild idea.

I am sure this is not the kind of stuff any of you want to hear (^^;) Forgive me!

Well! This evening we visited Saitama Super Arena ♪

We rehearsed for 「MUSIC THEATER 2017」 which will be held two days in a row (tomorrow and the day after tomorrow) ♪

After a long time we return to Saitama Super Arena~ It really is a huge venue ♪

If you can, please come and see us tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I hope you enjoy the music ♪

Well, until next time ♪

Awwwww, poor Keiko. It makes me sad that she has to restrain herself this much. She works out so hard and she still can’t afford to eat as much as she wants. You are too strict with yourself, Cakey!!!


Zenmasters AU Week Day 1: 10 Years Later AU
Also technically part 3 of my Jackie/Hyde AU Series

Hyde didn’t marry the stripper, but they did break up after Hyde visited her in Chicago. They decided that Hyde proposing to her to keep her in Point Place was the wrong reason to get married, so Jackie stayed at her job in Chicago and Hyde returned to Grooves. They occasionally talk on the phone - and aside from a few short-lived flings, neither seem to be dating.

Fast forward three years down the track, and Jackie returns to Point Place to open her own TV studio. Both are surprised at the easiness of their connection, given that they were both pretty badly shook after the break up (even though they will both deny that to the grave). They hit it off, and after a few months decide to give it another shot.

The three years they’ve been apart have done changes for both of them: Jackie is, well, not humbled from working in TV, but she has more appreciation for hard work. Hyde has finally learned to open up (slightly) to W.B. and the Formans, and on the whole this relationship starts off a whole lot better than the last. Two years later, Hyde gives her the ring he brought to Chicago.

In 1989, they now live comfortably just outside of Point Place with their one-year old baby girl. Hyde still runs his record store, and Jackie has moved from producing TV shows to producing movies. She’s working on a rom-com interpretation of Jekyll and Hyde.

lalalester  asked:

my friend hates justin foley. she's only on episode 12, but she hates him. she hates him because he didn't help jess, she hates him because he threatened to kill clay, and she hates him because he showed that picture. basically, she thinks he's a giant douchebag. i've tried explaining to her my views, but maybe a better writer like yourself will help me defend him. can you help me protect my boi justin foley?

I think the important part of loving Justin Foley is to understand that he is a bit of a douchebag. However, it’s also important that we look deeper into his life when we’re trying to understand why he did what he did.

We can’t really defend Justin’s actions, because he did make mistakes in the series, but we really need to understand what’s behind all these decisions that he made.

Let’s start with the photo. Justin presumably walked into the school that day with the intention of telling the boys his date with Hannah went well, we see that. Why did he want to do that? For the same reason he ended up lying and pulling out the photo- to please Bryce.

When it came to the photo actually being sent, it was Bryce. That doesn’t change the fact that Justin took the photo and showed his friends, but he wasn’t the one who shared it around the entire school.

Before I discuss the point of Jessica'a party, I just want to bring up another scene. When Bryce wakes Justin up for school in his pool house, and he makes a comment about how he can ‘take care’ of Seth. I personally interpreted that as he can have Seth killed or at the very least beaten.

So moving on to what Justin did at Jessica’s party. It was wrong. Justin should’ve done more to stop Bryce, but he didn’t. Everyone has a fight, flight, freeze response. Justin froze on that night, the same way that Hannah did.

Why? Because he knew what Bryce was capable of. As I mentioned above, he’d seen the threats Bryce gave other people and the power Bryce had, he knew what Bryce could do to both him and Jessica, and he froze. He knew that Bryce would never hesitate in doing whatever it took to get what he wanted, and Justin feared the repercussions of that, because he struggled in his life as it was.

Does that make it okay? No, it doesn’t. It’s just that it’s clearly how he reacted. What should’ve happened was that he continued trying to stop Bryce, or at the very least he went downstairs and tried something more, but he was scared.

Justin has been through a lot of trauma in his life, that of course is now going to affect how he reacts to certain people and situations. Justin didn’t want anything to happen to Jessica that night, but Justin has been belittled his whole life and clearly didn’t see himself having the power to help Jess, and he was clearly upset about that.

I don’t think Jess should’ve taken Justin back. I don’t think Justin was innocent. I do however think that we need to accept that even though he’s done shitty things, he’s also had shitty things done to him. There’s so much we don’t know about Justin, and it all probably comes together to control his life now.

As for him threatening Clay, so many other people did too. Clay had moments of disagreement with every other person in the show. Sure, they of course didn’t all threaten him, but they all had moments where they’d have given anything for Clay to just do what they wanted, Tony included (just nicer than the other kids of course).

Justin didn’t act alone when he threatened Clay. He wasn’t the only person who let Jessica down. He wasn’t the only person involved in sending Hannah’s picture.

I have some other posts on this page here x x x where I also write more about this, and there’s also some things my readers have sent in that explain their thoughts behind what Justin has done.

I hope this kind of helps 😊


Oh wow, I don’t even know how long THIS has been in the works… I’ve had so many things get in the way of finishing this series of pictures but now it’s done!

I have to admit, even though the Continue route is not necessarily my most favourite route in Asagao Academy, I’ve seen a lot of people on here who love their story very much. Seeing all the fanart plus watching Paul, Nick and Jen’s playthrough of the game really got me inspired to draw them myself. And it got me to respect that route a little more than when I first played it.

Enjoy this second round of purikura from Hana and Paul, where you can see Nick and Josh come into it halfway!


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          It’s not his phone that wakes him up today. He doesn’t have to shut off the alarm. He slips out of bed quietly, being careful not to disturb the cat. His feet are bare. For the next half hour, he prepares your favorite breakfast meal. The cat wakes up and joins him in the kitchen to beg for a little scrap. He can’t resist. He tells the cat it’ll get fat and warns it not to eat, but he’s still slipping it food anyways like he does every morning.

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thevikingwoman  asked:

Hey question about your Lavellans - do they keep halla? If not, how did Sene feel about them when she met the clan in the Exalted Plains?

They definitely do not keep halla. I’m certain they once did, like 50 years ago when Deshanna was a kid and the clan was still migratory. But now, the custom has fallen away. Sene would have done a lot of business though with other Dalish clans by the time she got to the Conclave. She would not have been surprised by the halla, but she would have known next to nothing about them. She might have even been enchanted by their novelty. I should probably write that stupid scene where they’re chasing down a golden halla and Solas is like, “Can’t you just bat your eyelashes and make it come over here, lethal'lan?” And she’s like, “Okay but first SHUT THE FUCK UP SOLAS.”


I’m actually sitting here kinda absorbing that the Creatures are officially over. I mean, I stopped really looking at YouTube group content since Cow Chop became a thing (kinda out of disinterest, kinda just wanted to avoid the drama).

I can definitely say I’ve moved on, but it’s still hitting me hard that they’re absolutely done. They’re the reason why I met the people I know, both good and bad, and just…

It’s weird. First there was the drama post earlier today, and then I see that Eddie has been a dad for a while, and now the Creatures are officially done.

Just a lot to take in today.

Even though I stopped watching them, I can’t erase the fact that they were my joy, my happiness for a long period of time. My anticipation of the summer, my mid-October highlight, my Winter Break laughter.

Even though things spiraled down, I’ll miss them dearly.


Originally posted by vaniwin

Pairing; Dean Ambrose x Reader

Word count; 1,177

Warnings; Swearing.

Author’s note: (Y/N) stands for your name, I take WWE requests! :)—————————————————————————————————-

It was finally Monday and Monday which meant you finally got to see Dean again today. Raw was finally coming to your hometown and considering your boyfriend was a superstar you were pretty happy about this. You had been seeing Dean for a couple of years now and even though he was travelling a lot and you barely got to see him you made it work. You were so proud of everything he has done and even though last night he lost at Fastlane you were happy he was even getting these big matches.

You hear your phone beep so you walk over to check it, it was a text from Dean saying ‘Hey sweetheart, I’ll be at yours at 9 I thought we could ride together to Raw’ you smiled and replied ‘okay babe, I would love that’ you sent the message and rushed to get ready, you were finally getting to see him after so long. 

Dean had finally pulled up outside your house and you felt butterflies in your stomach, you may have been with each other for a while but every time you saw him it was like you were meeting him again for the first time. He was in his normal sweatshirt and jeans and his hair was messy as always but you loved the way he dressed and his messy hair was always one of your favourite things.

“Hey, babe,” Dean said to you as he kissed your cheek.

“Hey!” You replied.

“Are you ready to go because I’m actually running a little late today.” He asked.

“Yeah, I am ready to go” You replied smiling at him.

You both got into his black truck and headed to Raw, you were really excited to be going to Raw with Dean as you haven’t been to a show in a really long time. The Journey was pretty quiet but not the quiet where it turns awkward, the quiet where you felt comfortable enough to be that quiet and yet feel just as safe as anything. You didn’t realize that the ride would be as long as it was but it was really just nice to be in the company of your boyfriend and you just didn’t want it to end. 

You finally had arrived at the arena and the amount of fans that were outside waiting for superstars and divas to turn up was actually insane to you. Dean pulled into the parking lot and parked the truck and started getting out of the car. As he stepped out the door, Brock Lesnar came out of nowhere slamming him into the car, you were in shock you didn’t know if you should get out the car or stay were you was. Brock was still attacking Dean with fans chanting for Dean and referees were trying to intervene and stop him, Brock was on a war path and there was literally nothing you could do about it. Out of nowhere Brock picks Dean up and slams him twice into the windshield of the car opposite you smashing it as it happened. Dean slid down the car and was now laying on the floor, luckily someone was able to stop Brock and pull him away from the situation. You were in shock but you manage to get out of the car and go over to Dean, he was still awake which was the most important thing right now. An ambulance had been called and you were waiting by Dean’s side through this all. 

The ambulance finally arrived and they lifted Dean into it, the fans never stopped cheering for him and he was now sat in the ambulance with a neck brace on still trying to escape to reach Brock. He needed to calm down, you climbed into the back of the ambulance as it took off at speed to get Dean to the Hospital.

“Are you okay?” You panicky asked him.

“No, I’m not fine, I want to rip Brock into two pieces, wait til I get my fucking hands on him, he won’t be standing!” The anger raised in his voice after every word.

“Calm down, please Dean” You begged him, you knew he was going to hurt himself even more if he continued the way he was going. 

Finally, you had arrived at the hospital and they took Dean in for examination to make sure nothing was broken, you were worried sick, you hope that there was nothing seriously wrong with his neck. The doctor finally came back to you to tell you that there was nothing major wrong with him but that they wanted him to stay for a couple of hours just to make sure. The doctor showed you to the room Dean was staying in but when you walked in he was nowhere to be seen. 

Panic again started to rise in your body as you pulled out your phone and dialled Dean’s number, there was no answer. There is only one place he would have gone and that was RAW. You rushed outside and hailed a cab that was at the pickup parking spaces and told the cab driver to hurry to the stadium, you had to stop him! The cab driver drove as fast as he could back to Raw but you already knew it was too late, he was out for blood, he was out for revenge. As you ran back stage you saw Dean burst out of an ambulance into the arena where Brock was standing in the middle of the ring. What the hell was he thinking there was nothing you could do but sit back and what this mess unfold. By the end of it, Dean had been F5′d about 4 times and he was laid out on the floor, you knew from the start this was a big mistake. Just as Brock was walking away Dean sat back up, it was a miracle he was still alive and that Brock didn’t go back to finish the job he had started.

You rushed to Dean’s locker room, as you walk through the door and you saw your shaggy-haired lover, casually sitting there. 

“YOU DID WHAT?” you shouted at him as you went and sat by his side. Dean slightly smiled.

“Chill out, I need to make a statement, I am the lunatic after all!” He smirked while he rubbed his neck from the F5 he had just received.

“It’s not funny, you could have been seriously hurt!” You replied with a stern look on your face.

“It’s cute how concerned you get” He kissed your cheek and proceeded to take his bandages off his hands.

“You’re so lucky, I love you, others I would have punched you right now.” You said trying to hide your smile.

“Ah well then, I love you too” As he pulled you closer to him and kissed you before grabbing your hand and walking out of the dressing room. What he did was stupid but what could you do he wasn’t called the Lunatic Fringe for nothing.

ven Okay, so I wasn’t going to make this post because I feel like I have been posting too much Supernatural, lately. (It’s the main reason I haven’t actually posted anything.) But, I keep hearing people talking about Sam and how he’s still got something dark inside him and that evil spark. And also what happened between him and Toni. So, I’ll be covering two topics in this post. Fun. Oh, and I’ll be talking about Sabriel a little bit. Again, just been seeing a lot of stuff. Though, I’ve done a good job of fine tuning my dashboard to not show things i don’t like.

So, I keep bloody seeing Posts about how Sam is still evil and has some dark spark inside him, even now. Okay, so keep in mind I haven’t watched the entire Twelfth season yet. I’ve only watched about half. But, I’ll be using points mostly from season eleven for this point. Before I begin, I’ll just say that I have depression and both my parents do, too. So, I definitely know what depression looks like. And Sam? He fits the whole thing. He seems to be tired all the time and his face shows defeatedness. It’s one thing I’ve noticed, first, about Eleven and Twelve; the puppy eyes. At the beginning, I was hyperventilating. Who wasn’t? The puppy eyes are the best Sam feature! But, I paid a little more attention and I started to figure out that these weren’t the normal puppy eyes. In fact, I started to recognize the expression. He looks like I, and my mom, and my dad, and my aunt, and my brother, and pretty much everyone I know with depression looks. Tired, defeated, and I guess a little lonely. When they got arrested by the secret service and sent to that high security prison (12x8), he just looked resigned the entire time. Dean looked pissed as hell, but Sam just looked defeated and resigned. Like that had happened too many times before. (Gifs aren’t working. Will fix later) And in Season Eleven, when bad things happened, he looked resigned again.  So, I know I put on a long tangent about Sam having depression (I’m sure someone can give actual examples), but my point is that I think whatever bad or evil spark Sam may have had in him has been washed out by the pure defeatedness he feels. 

Okay, so now, Toni. The fact that we even have to debate this makes me want to vomit. What Toni did to Sam? That was rape. Now, for those of you who don’t understand, let me explain. Rape is being forced into sexual acts without voluntary consent. Someone putting a potion or spell or whatever on you so you go through sexual acts in your head without saying yes to the spell or potion in the first place is rape. Therefore, if Sam didn’t say yes to that… whatever it was, and he obviously didn’t, then it was… well, rape. No debates, no arguments. Even if it was in his head, it still counts as rape! Not that it’s going to matter to most of you Sam x Toni shippers, I’m still gonna try and make the point. 

And now for Sabriel. I get a lot of questions for why I ship Sabriel in day to day life and I’ve actually gotten annoying comments on a few of my works. (If you don’t like it, go away) So, I ship Sabriel for a number of reasons, but the biggest one is that in their first episode together, I have literally never seen anyone just platonically speak to someone they’ve never spoken to before like that. There was definitely something there. (And don’t get me started on my views on Sam’s sexuality, that’s a whole nother post). Of course, we don’t get much in the Hammer of the Gods, for reasons i don’t know. But their whole interaction together was just screaming sexual tension, more so that Dean and Cas. And, both of them are definitely secure in their sexual identity for it to not be as awkward as it is between Dean and Cas, It can literally just be raw sexual tension. So, that’s why I ship Sabriel. 

Anyway, I know these are crap, but I will have some posts being dropped into my queue, tomorrow, so I don’t have to worry about posting. Toodles!