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anonymous asked:

To aces who wanna date: Of course dating asexuals seems obvious, but I'm here with a piece of advice: You can date an allosexual, you can date an asexual, you can date an a-spec. One of the most important things in a relationship is communication. Talk with them about your boundaries. If they're the right person they'll respect them. Remember your worthy of love and respect just like everyone else. You're amazing, and one day you'll meet someone who thinks the stars exist in your eyes

anonymous asked:

Heyy! I'd really love if you could write a scenario for Kiri having a best friend for whom he has feelings for send him an accidental text meant for another person regarding their feelings towards him? And maybe what would happen afterwards or something? THANK UU!!

This is so cute (◕∀◕✿) 


Kirishima was getting fed up, how was it that nearly every single person in UA knew about his crush? Was it so obvious? He thought he’d been treating you the same as everyone else but oh no, right now you were the hot topic of the class A group chat… and the Bakusquad chat…. and nearly everyone else who was texting him was asking about you. 


Shockingly Handsome C’mon bro. They totally like you back

Eijibro 💪: Don’t you all start this

🌼 🌌  Ochako  🌌 🌼: Yes yes! It was all in the way _____ was looking at you  💕 

Mina 👽 👑: Eiji and ____-chan sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G  😍 You two have been at it since middle school anyways~

Shockingly Handsome :Why don’t you ask them out. Do it. DO I T.

Eijibro 💪: …I can’t. What if I ruin everything :(

Daddy Explodokinks 💦 😍 😣: Coward. Also who the fuck keeps doing this to my name???? 

🌼 🌌  Ochako  🌌 🌼: Who knows? 😇

Thighs of Steel™👌: URARAKA! Me too???… and Kaminari?

🌼 🌌 Ochako  🌌 🌼: … He set his own name…

Thighs of Steel™👌: Regardless- You shouldn’t be afraid to take a chance, Kirishima. There’s an obvious chemistry and the worst that happens is you stay friends. 


He scoffed at their optimism. Sure you two were super close, best friends even, but what were the chances that you liked him after knowing him all this time. You even knew him back when he was a nobody, you’d seen him for what he was. Besides he was perfectly happy to be your friend; not that anyone ever believed him. Even Iida was trying to prey on that weakness, using his stupid logical arguments that always made so much sense. Why couldn’t they just leave it be?


“Will you all cut it out! Just because I like _____ doesn’t mean they like me back. I know you’re all trying to be nice but they’re way out of my league and I don’t need you all winding me up like this.”

He threw his phone down onto his bed, tears brimming as he caught himself on a negative thought track. He couldn’t understand why they all thought so much of him. 

After a couple of minutes of silence he went to pick his phone up, to apologise for his outburst only to drop it again in horror. 

He hadn’t checked who he had sent that message to. 

Oh god

You knew. 

Now he really was ready to cry. This was the worst thing that had ever happened and he was ready to lie down on his bed and wait for death to take him. Why? Why was this happening to hi-

-Bzzt-

You’d replied.

He squeezed his eyes shut, gripping his phone until he was sure it might break. What were you going to say? Was it all over for him? Were you going to laugh?

His fingers knew the correct pattern to open the message but his eyes weren’t compliant with his cause.

-Bzzt-

Once again he nearly dropped the phone. 

Okay it’s time to be brave. What kind of man is scared to look at a few texts?

“Oh my god really? I mean. I know this wasn’t for me to see but I’m so happy I did. You like me? And WHAT THE HELL?! Out of your league. Don’t start that with me. I guess I’m trying to say I like you too”

“Read but no reply??? …. Oh god did I get it wrong????”

“Holy shit just ignore me. Ignore it. I’m sorry. Just forget it happened”

Before he could stop himself he was calling you. Like hell he was going to let you doubt his feelings, and now he knew they were reciprocated nothing was going to stop him from yelling it from the rooftops. 

“K-kiri-”

“ILIKEYOUALOTSOPLEASEDATEME.”

“I- What?!”

“BOYFRIEND ME.”

He hadn’t quite meant to be so brash. He blushed at the awful rushed phrasing he’d “”chosen”” to use. Why couldn’t he focus like a normal person. Oh great now you were laughing. He’d messed it up before it could even begin.

“Pffft, hahaha. Yes. I will boyfriend you so hard… This isn’t exactly how I’d dreamed this would go but I like it.”

His chest swelled. You always understood him.

“Me too… babe.”

*rises zombie-like from her grave*  I’m aliiiiiiiiive

@httydfangirlz I got this ask two months ago and I’m so sorry to you and everyone else who has sent me a request. I’ve been in such a bad writing slump that I haven’t even been able to open my computer. That, and I got a second job and I just haven’t felt like doing anything when I get home at night.

But I feel like its coming back to me, so we’ll see how things go. Hopefully, I’ll update some of my other stories.


“Stop being overdrama-Oh!” Astrid’s laugh cut short as Hiccup’s eyes rolled back in his head and he dropped.

*

It had started with a tickle in the back of his throat. A scratchy sensation that had him clearing his throat every few minutes. Hiccup was hoping it was an after effect of the day before. They’d been heading a group of dragons and he’d spent most of the day yelling at the twins to get back into formation. He’d been hoarse by the time they’d finally returned to Berk.

Hiccup cleared his throat again and erased one of the lines he’d just drawn onto the parchment in front of him. He was planning an extension to the dragon stables. With the Riders back on Berk, and more Vikings befriending dragons, they needed more room.

True Winter was a few months away. When the days were dark and cold and bleak. Hiccup wanted the stables finished before then.

The weather was already beginning to turn. Over the last few weeks it had gone from driving rain to damaging hail. Frost was beginning to creep across the eaves in the early morning.

Hiccup sneezed into the crook of his arm. He had too much work to do. He couldn’t afford to get sick right now.

A soft knock on the door drew his attention. Hiccup looked up just as Astrid let herself inside.

“Hey Milady,” he let his pencil fall from his fingers and stretched. He’d been bent over his work for hours.

“Hey,” Astrid took a seat beside her boyfriend. “What are you working on?”

“Just some plans for the new stables.” Hiccup let Astrid pull the parchment away from him and watched as she studied the designs. “I thought you’d be out training right now.”

“I was,” Astrid rolled up the papers and put them aside. “But it’s pouring outside. Even I know when to quit.”

Hiccup tipped his head to the side, only just noticing the sound of water hitting the roof above them. He turned back to Astrid, taking in her wet hair and damp clothes.

“Aren’t you cold?” He asked. It was warm in the Chief’s hut. Hiccup had lit the fire before he had sat down to his task. Still, Astrid had only just come in out of the freezing rain. “You’ll get sick if you’re not careful.” Hiccup got up to fetch one of the furs sitting by the fireplace. His nose chose that moment to itch and a sneeze burst from him.

“Are you sure you’re not the one getting sick?” Astrid laughed, but she accepted the fur, pulling it around her shoulders. She sat, leaning into Hiccup’s warm side as he went back to work, only moving when Stoick returned with food.

The three of them ate together, swapping stories of their day around Berk.

Later, when the rain had eased, Astrid excused herself and went home.

Hiccup decided to turn in for the night, exhaustion weighing on him. Toothless padded up the stairs behind him, pausing at the top for a moment to watch his rider climb wearily into bed before he curled up in his corner to sleep.

*

Hiccup woke late the next morning. If it wasn’t for his father calling from downstairs, he probably would have slept longer. As it was, his head was pounding. The tickle in his throat had evolved into a dry, raw ache. His breath rasped in his chest.

He lay for a moment, his eyes still closed, mentally preparing himself to get up. He needed to show his father the changes he’d made to the stable designs. He hadn’t had the chance the night before. Once he had Stoick’s approval he needed to meet with the workers who would help with the construction.

Afterwards, he was expected in the training arena to oversee the next stage of development of the Auxiliary Team. Gobber wanted his help in the forge, Astrid wanted Hiccup to have dinner with her family.

He could probably get out of dinner, Astrid would understand. Gobber had mentioned something the other day about an idea for a dragon wash. The older man had been asking Hiccup if he could come around in his free time. The orders for dragon-related paraphernalia were coming in thick and fast. Hiccup had been putting it off, but he’d promised Gobber than he would come by today.

A large snuffle beside his head made Hiccup open his eyes. He reached up to scratch Toothless’s jaw. Somewhere amongst all this Hiccup needed to find time to fly Toothless.

He sat up with a groan.

“What do you think the chances are of taking it easy today?” Hiccup rubbed at his eyes. His name floated up from downstairs again.

Toothless snorted.

“Yeah… unlikely,” Hiccup agreed. He swung his legs slowly over the edge of the bed.

Toothless sat back on his haunches and waited as Hiccup attached his prosthetic and changed into some clean clothes.

He felt wobbly as he made his way downstairs. His head felt like it was stuffed with lamb’s wool.

Hiccup shuffled across the floor and took a seat at the table across from his father.

“Hey Dad.” He picked tiredly at the bread in front of him, his stomach twisting at the thought of eating.

“Son,” Stoick looked up. He was holding the plans for the new stables. “I’ve been looking over your designs,” he paused to take a swig from his mud. “It’s looking good.”

“Yeah… about that…” Hiccup pushed his plate away. “Do you think maybe I could… uh sit out of the meeting this morning?”

The cup hit the table. Hard. “What?” Bushy eyebrows raised in confusion. “But this whole thing was your idea.”

“I know Dad, but- “

Stoick cut him off. “You know it’s time for you to become more involved with the running of Berk.”

“Yeah, I know we said-“ Hiccup tried to explain.

“And what better way to get to know your people than by working with them on an expansion of the village.”

Hiccup sighed. His dad didn’t understand that this wasn’t just another attempt to get out of his duties. In fact, he was really excited to help make Berk better for the dragons that lived there. The stables were only phase one.

“Okay, fine. I’ll be there.” Hiccup stood from the table.

Stoick frowned, gesturing to the food in from of them. “You don’t want more?”

Hiccup shook his head. “No thanks. I’m not hungry.” He held out his hand for the papers his Dad was holding. “I guess I’ll see you there.” He motioned for Toothless, holding the door open so that his dragon could bounce through.

Frost crunched underfoot as Hiccup followed the Night Fury outside. The air was biting and fresh. It helped to clear Hiccup’s head somewhat, but congestion still sat heavy in his chest.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Hiccup told Toothless as he climbed up into the saddle.

*

The meeting sucked just as much as Hiccup expected.

It actually went really well. There had been no major disagreements between the Vikings gathered and the work was scheduled to start soon.

It sucked because Hiccup’s head was so stuffy, he could barely string two thoughts together. His headache pulsed just behind his eyes and he’d been fighting the rising urge to cough for the last thirty minutes.

He’d given up on trying to look interested in the conversation, letting his father take charge, and sitting with his head resting in his hands.

The second the meeting was over, he excused himself and left, Toothless hot on his heels. They got outside and Hiccup jumped onto the saddle, directing Toothless to just go.

As soon as they land Hiccup is down, stumbling across uneven ground as harsh coughs tore from his throat.

“I’ll be okay.” As soon as he could breathe again, Hiccup turned to reassure Toothless. “Come on, we need to get to the arena.”

*

Astrid’s already in the arena with Stormfly when Hiccup and Toothless land. He leant on the wall beside her, watching as the Auxiliary Team performed a series of manoeuvres overhead.

“You’re late.” She’s watching the sky, but Astrid let her gaze flick over to meet Hiccup’s.

“I know, I’m sorry.” It came out as a croak. Hiccup tried again. “Actually, Ast. Do you mind taking point on this?”

Astrid took a second to take in Hiccup’s appearance. “Sure, babe. Everything okay?”

Hiccup nodded. “Yeah, just tired.”

“Maybe you should head home,” Astrid suggested. “I’ve got everything covered here.”

It sounded so tempting, but he still had so much to do. It was barely lunch time. “It’s just a cold Astrid. I can push through.”

“But you don’t need to.” Astrid stepped up closer to Hiccup. “I can handle things here,” she said. “And I know you were planning to help Gobber out this afternoon. I can let him know you won’t make it.”

“Thanks Astrid.” Hiccup gripped Astrid’s hand briefly, then called Toothless over. Things had been non-stop ever since they’d returned from Dragon’s Edge. Hiccup was almost looking forward to an afternoon off.

“I’ll come see you late,” Astrid promised as Hiccup and Toothless took off.

*

What time was it?

Hiccup felt so disoriented. How long had he been sleeping? He could hear voices downstairs. His Dad was talking to someone. Their voices drifted up the stairs to wash over him.

Sitting up was hard. Hiccup’s head spun.

Standing was even harder.

Toothless crooned softly as Hiccup wobbled on shaky legs.

“Let’s go see what’s going on.” Hiccup’s voice was a painful rasp. He coughed, wet and raw and gasped for breath. “Maybe it can wait.”

The people downstairs must have heard him, his father called his name.

Hiccup took slow steps, exiting his room and pausing on the top step above the main room below.

Fishlegs is talking to Stoick, gesturing animatedly as he describes something he found. Hiccup caught bits and pieces as he descended the stairs.

“-and then I took it to Gobber. He thinks we might have discovered something even tougher than the Gronkle Iron. Oh, hey Hiccup.”

Fishlegs looked over at Hiccup as he reached the last step.

“Hey Fishlegs,” Hiccup took a seat by the fire. He could feel himself shivering despite the warmth of the flames. He still had no idea what day it was. It felt like he’d only slept a few hours, but Fishlegs had gone to visit Mala and the Defenders of the Wing. If he was back, that would mean Hiccup had slept right through to the next day.

“Hmm?” He glanced up, realising that Fishlegs was talking to him.

“Gobber was wondering if you could meet him at the forge this morning.”

That helped clear things up a bit. It was morning. Hiccup must have been exhausted. It wasn’t the first time a cold had knocked him out like this. It happened every winter. He’d sleep for a day or two and then be right again.

“Hiccup?” Stoick was staring at his son. He and Fishlegs were still waiting for him to respond.

“Oh, um, can you tell him I’ll see him tomorrow.” Hiccup decided that if he took another day off, he’d most likely be fine by tomorrow. Besides, the forge was noisy with the constant ring of metal against metal. Hiccup wasn’t sure his pounding head was up to it.

Stoick shook his head. “You can’t sleep all day,” he said. “You took the whole afternoon off yesterday.”

“I know, and I promise I’ll get on to it tomorrow,” Hiccup started.

“You’re not at the Edge anymore,” his dad reminded him. “Winter is almost here and there’s so much to do. You did so well yesterday.” Stoick sounded so proud. Hiccup felt guilty, like he was letting his father down.

“Thanks, but- “

“This is so exciting Hiccup. People listen to you. They’re beginning to accept your authority.”

“Fine, I’m going.” Hiccup stood up quickly. Too quickly. The room spun lazily and he was sure he would have fallen if he didn’t have Toothless to grip on to.

Fishlegs looked from one Haddock to the other, shifting nervously. “I’m sure it’s not that important,” he stuttered.

“No, dad’s right.” Hiccup led the way to the door. “Let’s go have a look at this new metal.”

*

The forge was stifling. It was uncomfortable. Every so often a sharp breeze blew in from the entrance and Hiccup was freezing again.

He’d been hammering away at this metallic mixture Meatlug had regurgitated until dizziness and double-vision had him gripping two hammers instead of one. He’d sat down quickly and let Gobber take over most of the work.

Hiccup covered his mouth, hacking into his hands.

“Look at this! He’s alive!” Astrid sat down beside Hiccup, bumping shoulders with him. “I wasn’t sure you were going to make it when I sent you home yesterday,” she joked.

Hiccup stared at her. He hadn’t even noticed her walk in. He wiped his hands on his pants.

“Though seeing you now, I’m still not sure you will.” Astrid lifted her hand to lay it against Hiccup’s forehead. “I was surprised when you weren’t at home,” she told home. “Your Dad told me I might find you here. So, I came to check on you.”

“Aww, well isn’t this sweet.” Gobber stopped hammering to swap his prosthetic out. “Take him home lass. That awful sound he’s making is driving away business.”

Hiccup found the energy to roll his eyes. “Nice to see you care, Gobber.”

The older man laughed. “I do care lad. I care about my customers,” he laughed. “Get on home now.”

“I’m going. I’m going.”

Astrid help Hiccup up.

“You shouldn’t even be here.” It was a gentle scold, but a scold nonetheless.

“I tried Astrid,” Hiccup argued, voice cracking. “Dad’s so excited that I’m back and helping him out with running the village. I tried to tell him this morning I wasn’t feeling well, but he wouldn’t let me get a word in.” He had to stop so that he could cough again.

“You okay?” Astrid asked when he finished.

“Just peachy.” Hiccup grinned, his cheeks rosy from the cold air and the fever burning just below his skin.

“Good to hear.” Astrid linked his arm with hers. “I don’t know what I’d do otherwise.”

They’d almost reached Hiccup’s house. Toothless had run ahead and was sitting at the front door, pawing at it.

“This is it Astrid. I think I’m dying,” Hiccup complained. A few more steps then they’d be inside.

Astrid laughed. “Somehow I doubt it. You’ve got a cold, you’ll get over it.”

“I don’t think so. This is it.”

“Stop being overdrama-Oh!” Astrid’s laugh cut short as Hiccup’s eyes rolled back in his head and he dropped.

“Hiccup!”

*

His dreams were full of fire and ice. He burned in the flames that licked his body, eating him up until he was nothing but ash and dust, then the ice cracked over his skin. Frozen, he fractured into a million shivering pieces.

Over and over. Burning and freezing in the darkness that swallowed him, until… nothing.

Awareness returned slowly and the darkness dispersed.

Hiccup opened his eyes.

“Look who decided to join us.” Stoick was sitting beside his son’s bed.

Hiccup frowned, his brows knit together as he tried to recall what had happened. His last clear memory was finishing up his plans for the extension of the stables. Everything after that was a blur.

He decided to ask his Dad.

“You got sick.” Stoick’s tone was full of remorse. “And I didn’t even notice.”

“It’s okay.” Hiccup pushed himself up to sit.

Stoick shook his head. “No, it’s not son. I’m your father. It’s my job to protect you.” He held up his hand when Hiccup tried to protest. “You tried to tell me. Multiple times. I didn’t listen.” He sighed. “Astrid’s very angry at me.”

Hiccup chuckled weakly. He could just imagine it. Astrid was afraid of nothing. She would tell the Chief of Berk exactly what was on her mind. Hiccup almost wished he could have seen it.

“She’s a good girl.” Stoick smiled down at his son. “You’re lucky to have her looking out for you.”

“I know.” Hiccup’s gaze was focused just past his father’s broad shoulders. Stoick turned in his seat and spotted Astrid standing at the edge of the room.

He flushed pink and cleared his throat awkwardly. “Oh, Astrid. Didn’t uh, didn’t see you there. I’ll just… uh, leave you two… okay.”

It wasn’t often Hiccup got to see his Dad lost for words. He watched, amused, as the large man excused him from the room.

“Hey.” Astrid took the seat vacated by Stoick.

“Hey.” Hiccup picked at his blanket.

“You know, you really scared me the other day,” Astrid told him.

“I’m sorry.” Hiccup met his girlfriend’s steady stare.

“Just try not to do it again.” Her expression softened into a smile. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

anonymous asked:

that post on z not saying that the hiatus was harry's idea. so great of z. but doesn't that ask basically say that louis threw harry under the bus and played the blame game re: hiatus?

Hi anon!

No.

Liam said he didn’t know what the word meant Niall resisted it the most. Liam said he wanted to tour MITAM.

Niall said he wanted to tour MITAM and said was wasn’t sure he was the most resistant.

Louis said that he felt the most confident during their last tour and didn’t want a hiatus. He said Harry brought it up.

But you know who said Harry wanted the hiatus first?

Harry.

Nobody threw Harry under the bus because Harry’s big-ass Rolling Stone article–the one that was all about Harry and how great Harry is and how Harry is such a fucking star is where it said Harry asked for the hiatus.

Why is everyone forgetting this? He said it waaaaay the hell back before anyone else started talking about how they didn’t want it.

You can’t throw someone under the bus when they already took responsibility for it.

Originally posted by fandomnationwhore

Originally posted by barkji-min

A/N: requested

Warning:fluffy and one swear word

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“My sister? really?” Edward questions with a slight protective tone within his voice only the man you loved that was able to feel and control others emotions was able to pick it up, but to everyone else it was calm.

“Can’t really control who you love Edward, you know that more than anyone here” is Jasper’s reply, causing you to try and hide a shit eating grin and laugh from your brother.

“You maybe part of the family but don’t think for a second that if you hurt her that i won’t rip to shreds” Edward puts on the role of the protective big brother.

“Well get in line because if I hurt her i’ll be sure that i’m ripping myself to shreds as well” Jasper says looking at you the whole time, only displaying sincerity in his eyes and voice.

anonymous asked:

i feel so disgusted right now because all of my anger about lack of wlw representation has boiled over and i'm so incredibly angry. i'm angry that queer women are treated like jokes by all of mainstream media and i'm angry because i never see myself represented anywhere and i'm angry at myself for believing that there would ever be good representation and getting my hopes up. i feel like the only people who care about queer women are queer women and everyone else doesn't care at all about us.

i totally agree and honestly there are so few non-straight women filmmakers and producers and we need more!!! bc straight people really do not care about us that’s been proven time and time again. 

anonymous asked:

thank you so much for emailing them ive been having like. a semi breakdown for a while over this so just thank you for supporting wlw and validating us in a way that supergirl fails to do every time

baby love!!! I hope you’re taking care of yourself. we deserve much better than what we saw today and I’m going to emphasize that on your behalf and everyone else’s who is hurt by that video. Ily

anonymous asked:

with all the cult hullabaloo, im honestly more concerned with in game mysteries like the baby Chrish(?idk if i spelled that right) never being seen and Mary talking about how she pushed out 5 kids when Joseph says that he has 4 kids from the beginning, smells fishy to me

Crish is definitely a confusing entity. According to everyone I’ve talked to, no one can find anything one him outside of the dialogue he’s mentioned in at the beginning. There’s thoughts he may actually be listed as something else, but who knows.

I think the “Mary pushing out five kids” thing turned out to be a typo, though. In the released game, it was changed to four. But who knows.

Hufflepuffs are the ones who love. Who find beauty in fallen petals and drifting leaves. They are the ones who pull books from their shelves in a burst of nostalgia, only to to hold them in their hands and flip without thought through the pages. They smile as the rain falls down and laugh as their hair lifts in the breeze. They hang photos above their fireplaces and keep letters from their friends in battered boxes. They are the ones who know all of the words to their favorite songs. Who know what it takes to make another smile. They watch out their windows as sunsets turn over to dusk and wear sweaters so many times that the sleeves begin to fray. They cling to laughter and point to the stars as they peek out from behind the clouds. They are the ones who find beauty in life.

Ravenclaws are the ones who question. Who point at birds and ask why they can fly and humans can’t. They are the ones who pull up flowers to study the roots. Who would follow lines of ants when they were children. They are the ones who strike up conversation and point to the cobwebs on the ceiling. They listen to music for the instruments, not the words, and when they write, they end only because they have run out of parchment, not because they are short on things to say. They are the ones who try to teach themselves to knit. Who leave notes in the margins of books that drive librarians mad. They listen to conversation with rapt attention, gratefully jumping in whenever pause allows. They are the ones who lie awake at night, wondering about the universe and the depths of the ocean. They are the ones who find wonder in life.

Gryffindors are the ones who discover. Who plunge into the woods with nothing but the clothes on their backs. They are the ones who explore dust-ridden attics. Who fall into streams, only to find that the water is perfect temperature for swimming. They live for the sun beating against their cheeks and an untrodden path before them. They travel to places others have never heard of and return with thrilling tales and exciting stories. They are the ones who try new foods. Who watch foreign movies and dance alone in the early morning. They’ll pick a direction and drive for miles, stopping only when sleep decides to claim them. They push past flowers without fear of the thorns, cupping the small blossoms in their hands as they pass. They are the ones who find excitement in life.

Slytherins are the ones who dream. Who paint even though they never learned how. They are the ones who keep journals and write poetry. Who ask others to tell them a story. They stare at the clouds and watch them form shapes, unmindful of the grass prickling against their elbows. They are the ones who stay awake long after everyone else has fallen asleep. Who read books, and newspapers, and anything they can get their hands on. They wish on stars, eyelashes, and birthday candles, and their eyes gleam whenever someone mentions one of their passions. They are the ones who like to watch trees grow: from saplings to guardians of the forest. Who will study maps for hours on end. They close their eyes when they listen to music, and their thoughts are full of color. They are the ones who find hope in life.

I wish everyone could appreciate Jin and Hoseok the way they deserve it. Jin isn’t only a pretty face nor is a decoration in this band. He’s a singer with amazing acting skills (the guy can shed a tear in a few seconds) and a great sense of humor. He is always underrated and he’s the funniest member. Jin can make any variety show more interesting than it is supposed to be.  As in for Hoseok, his dancing skills can cause everyone’s jaw to drop. Dancing? Is that all he got? No, he’s the moodmaker in BTS.Without Hobi, BTS wouldn’t be as cheerful as they always are. You can ask Yoongi , who always said and I quote “Hoseok is like my source of energy” . Jungkook and Taehyung who lost interest and cancelled their plans to go out, the second Hobi said he wasn’t going out with them. Bighit baby, you need to wake up and let them shine as bright as everyone else.

look at me - i will never pass for a perfect bride

so i know i already made a retold mulan post but i just LOVE MULAN SO MUCH so here’s another

in the original myth mulan isn’t really a clumsy fish out of water. she’s strong and smart and the reason she goes to war is because she’s the most qualified person in her family to fight, regardless of gender.

so how about this: mulan’s a fighter. she knows exactly who she is, like in the original myth, she’s knows how to be the blossoming flower and the great stone dragon. she’s still mulan though, so she still doesn’t memorize the silly ways she’s supposed to be a good wife and has little patience for appearing graceful while pouring tea. she’s innovative and courageous and beautiful, but no one is under any illusions about what kind of wife she’ll be.

and the matchmaker is the matchmaker for the li family as well, for this great big part of china. and general li wants his son to be married before he goes off to war, wants his son to have a reason to fight to live, like a wife waiting for him. and the matchmaker reads the stars and the tea leaves and the astrology charts, and no matter what all the signs point to one thing: the honorable li shang is destined to marry the insolent, arrogant fa mulan.

the matchmaker isn’t going to let that happen, she refuses to be responsible for that disaster of a wedding. so she sends her most beautiful girls, the ones that are obedient and quiet and know their roles, the ones that are eager to marry into the li family.

and each of them are entertained and met and sent back. shang is many things, but smooth isn’t one of them, he has nothing to say to these quiet girls who smile at him, feels large and awkward around their polite smiles. so he and his father go to the matchmaker’s village, shang reluctantly and his father to demand she stops messing with them and provides a proper bride.

it’s on the day that mulan and the other girls are parading in the street. shang sees a girl - mulan - hurry into the end of the line, jumping over a bench and darting around a careening wagon to get there, and stifles a laugh.

then there’s no reason to laugh at all, because a group of huns have decided that this village is in their way, and attack.

everyone scatters, women hide, children hide, and most of the men do too. shang and his father join the fight with some of the other men who hadn’t hid, and these men are starved, clearly not with shan yu, so even though they’re outnumbered they’ll likely win.

shang sees a hun go to attack the girl he’d seen earlier, the girl for whatever reason hadn’t run and hid. the hun raises a sword above his head to strike her down, and shang is so sure he’s about to see this pretty girl lose her head.

but she doesn’t. instead she rolls out of the way, and pops up, headbutting him in the stomach. she takes his sword from his now-slack grip and plunges it into his chest. without hesitation or pause the girl joins the fight, swinging the sword expertly and cutting down every man who stands against her. soon they’re fighting back to back, and shang has never felt more in sync with another person. she cuts off the head of the last hun, and shang has never seen anyone more beautiful than this girl, dress ripped and make up smudged and covered in blood that isn’t hers.

“mulan,” one of the other girls says, peaking out of a store front, “is it over?”

the girl, mulan, looks out over the dozen dead men and says, grimly, “it’s barely begun.” she searches the crowd, finding and old man and yelling, “gather the bodies, we’ll burn that at dusk outside of the village. everyone else,” her eyes sweep across the gathered people, and shang is struck by the fact that this girl isn’t well liked. there’s anger and disapproval in many of the faces, but they’re listening. these people don’t like her. but they do trust her. “let’s clean this all up. these were bandits, not soldiers. there’s nothing more to fear.”

“what if there are more?” the other girl asks, arms wrapped around herself.

mulan raises her stolen sword and says, “then i will slice them to ribbons. this is our village, and this is our country. any who would try to take it from us - from me - will suffer the consequences.”

and it shouldn’t be comforting, hearing words of violence from this young girl, yet everyone around them relaxes, and gets moving, gather the bodies and tending the wounded.

“who are you?” his father asks, and someone who doesn’t know him might think he was angry, but shang can tell he’s impressed.

mulan turns to them and bows, “my apologies. i am fa mulan, daughter of fa zhou. thank you for helping us.” she stands, and shang meets her eyes for the first time.

he swallows, and blurts out, “you - you fight good.”

his father coughs to hide his laughter, but mulan’s eyes crinkle at the corners. “thank you. you do as well.”

and they just keep standing there smiling at each other until his father claps his hands and is like okay - they’ll have to report this to the emperor, no time to dawdle, have to go now.

so they take their leave, and shang thinks this is the last time he’ll see fa mulan.

except there’s still the draft, and this time mulan doesn’t take no for an answer, won’t hear of it. her father is injured and old and she is young and fit to fight. she will go in his place.

so she arrives at the camp, prepared to pretend and lie - except she goes to meet her commanding officer and it’s him, that boy who had fought with her. shang’s eyes widen, but they’re in front of too many people. he can see it on her face, her fear, and she hadn’t shown any fear when she was facing down over a dozen huns, but she does now. so he makes his choice and says nothing, pretends he buys her story.

she tracks him down that night and demands an explanation. he says this war is too important to kill good warriors, whatever gender they are. he swears to keep her secret. mulan is his best soldier from the beginning, and means to treat her like anyone else, but it’s impossible. she isn’t like anyone else, is strong and smarter and braver than them. they argue tactics, and she’s the only one who can give him a workout in hand to hand, and he doesn’t have trouble finding his words with her. he finds himself falling in love with her, but doesn’t say anything. she’s not here for love, she’s here for a war. he vows to say something if they survive this, but it’s unlikely that will happen.

they head to the front earlier. they get there in time to provide back up for his father and his army, and it’s a loss but not a slaughter. his father is too distracted to notice ping is the girl from the village. all he knows is this soldier had led the second wave of attacks, and it was thanks to her any of them were alive at all. they prevent half of the huns from getting through the pass, but that’s still an army heading for the imperial city. the general is injured, so mulan and shang lead the army after him.

they find him at the mountain, and just like before mulan uses the cannon to destroy the army. she knew it would spell their death, but it was worth it, for her people, for her country, for her family. this time it’s shang that won’t accept her death, that tries to drag her unconscious body to safety. only he fails, and mulan becomes buried under the snow.

they return to the city, and shang is besides himself - the woman he loves is dead, she saved them all and she’s gone, and he’ll never recover from this. only he can’t tell his father this, their friends. they think he mourns a friend, not the woman he wanted to make his wife.

except mulan survives, and sees the other huns as well. only she kills them there before they can get to the city, and decides this is for the best. fa ping dies honorably in battle, and fa mulan is free to return home to her family.

so general li decides that it’s time to go to that matchmaker again, and demand she stop playing games. the matchmaker confesses that she thought the bride was unsuitable, and the general demands she send her anyway.

so mulan has barely had the chance to settle back home when the matchmaker shows up at her door saying she’s sending her to see a potential husband, but not who. so mulan shows up all made up to li household and shang drags himself into the room, already resigned to a loveless marriage, when they see each other. “mulan?” he demands, and his father is all pleased because it’s the fighting girl from the village.

but then his son starts crying and they run to each other. shang picks her up in his arms and she clings to him, and shang is babbling about how he thought she was dead, and mulan is so overjoyed that she’s with shang, and shang wants her, that she kisses him without explaining.

except now shang’s father demands an explanation. so they give it to him, the whole story comes tumbling out, and he stares hard at her, and remembers her as ping, the brave soldier that had saved them all. he’s not upset - he ecstatic. he goes to the emperor and tells him everything, and the emperor officially offers mulan an officer position in the army. she accepts, as long as shang is by her side. shang seconds this, and they set in motion the plans for the wedding.

fa mulan and li shang get married and lead armies and live happily ever after, just like the stars intended.


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My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:

1. what are you afraid of?
2. do you like dogs?
3. what do you do when it rains?

of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
“They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t
afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”

I met you on a Sunday, right
after church.
one look and my heart fell into
my stomach like a trap door.

on our second date,
I asked you what you were afraid of.
“spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just
learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”
I asked you if you liked dogs.
“I have three.”
I asked you what you do when it rains.
“sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain
droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”

he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
thing.
“how about you?”

me?
I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else
these questions
ever again.
—  Caitlyn Siehl, “Three Questions”

Everyone who reblogs this will get something I love about them in their inbox.  It doesn’t matter if I know you or not I will look through your blog and find something about you I love

WARNING LONG POST AND MANGA SPOILERS! (sorry) <_>;

This is a post for all the things “not so serious” or “silly” I want to redraw and color about Todoroki Shouto.
I WENT ALL THE WAY to re-read the manga to look for things I probably missed! I won’t put EVERYTHING here but most of it anyway…
Little by little, All those moments will be replaced by what I did. I’ll surely use 2 posts or up to 4 for this… Then I’ll be done with this character I think… I hope…

Being dragged around:

Realisations :

you saw those moves for 10 minutes the other day but didn’t question it before someone else mentions it :

That face:

That one moment when… :
ignoring and ditching father to meet friends:

wait a second Shouto :

no one noticed them, right:

not the table bakougou…:

rather slightly avoid being punch while he is stretching than walk farther:

Read the mood Shouto!

how could you forget the name of the kid who just punched Deku in the family jewels:

how could you forget 2.0 :

yes Yaoyorozu, he was here the whole time:

The floor is…:

Those action lines though:

Undercover Todoroki Todoroki Todo… :

Shouto is out:

…and the wig too:

Deku and the wig are being blasted off now:

Shouto and food :

where did he get this bento box, and no one else is eating a whole meal btw? Inb4 this is an onigiri Kirishima asked him….?

Everyone is formal but Shouto decided to eat anyway:

let’s ignore this whole scene everyone is paying attention to and just eat:

Food is important ok?


Inspired by Deku : eccho to that one match

Inspired by Bakugou : because usually he uses “bastard” or “this guy” but doesn’t give people nicknames

this face again:

He is trying:


too serious it’s funny now:

lil’ help here?

a word of advice?

Fangirls irl and in the manga too:

hi and bye :

Taako calling everyone else dust… how badly did this entire experience of staying one step ahead of the apocalypse fuck him up? Taako’s not the kind of person who seems like he makes connections easily, but I don’t think he’s unfeeling - he cares about his sister, he seems like he cares about the other members of the IPRE too just by his tone and how receptive he is when they talk to him in this entire arc. Like when he was talking to Barry, and Barry asked if he could be frank - the tone he used to answer was the same as the tone he’s often used with his sister.

How much of who Taako is now is a result of not seeing other people as people anymore, because what’s the point? How often DID he care about people in those other planes, how many people did he have to lose before he stopped trying? Was there a noticeable change, or was there an assumption that he’d always felt that way because it used to be him and Lup, because of what happened in the world with the robots? Did he warm up to the people around him, only to grow cold again?

She never imagined that she’d be dating Chat Noir. An accidental meeting led to an occasional visit, which led to planned get-togethers. Their tryst remained far from the public eye, despite one half of the pair being a famous superhero (well the other was too, but that was a different issue altogether.)

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Let’s face it though. If you don’t think Nico already knows about every other god in the PJO universe, you’re insane. Of course, he knows magicians exist. His dad and Osiris/Julius literally play cards once every week. Persephone’s been showing Anubis her flowers all the time because the Underworld can be hella boring in either place and sometimes Anubis just wants to be surrounded by calm pretty stuff vs graves.

Yeah, he knows about the Norse gods. He accidentally stumbled into one of the realms when he was shadow travelling and still has no idea how he got there. I mean, Nico di Angelo fucking met God in an alleyway after ten cups of coffee and two hours of sleep and he’s only like 5% sure it was a hallucination. 

He literally just straight-faced ask Thanatos if other gods existed one time and the man just went “where else would mortals come up with these myths, y’all aren’t that smart” before pushing Nico onto some other deity of the dead so the kid would leave him alone.

Ya boy’s met fucking Kali and thinks she’s awesome and has her damn card. If you ask any god out there about him, chances are they’ve met him or heard of him through conversation with a god who has met him. “Sweet kid,” they’ll say. “Kinda quiet but nice. Real helpful if you need it.”

Nico’s been known all this bullshit. The first time he meets Magnus, he’s not confused or shocked. He just looks him over and then just plainly asks “so how’d you escape?” and literally everyone else in the room is completely shocked he knows, when of course he knows.

He just can’t be bothered to talk about it if it’s not important to anything at stake or doesn’t require his assistance. The world ending’s because some wolf is gonna do something stupid apparently? Great, not his mythology, not his problem. If they need his help, they’ll ask.