fair warning to friends and family

So when you’re a Ron fan one of the hardest thing to do is find a fanfiction that doesn’t bash him to hell and back, so I here’s a convenient list of a few of my favorite Ron fanfiction.

Stay Standing by Windschild8178-This is a mandatory read for any Ron fan. Ron is diagnosed with a magical illness and deals with the repercussions. This fic explore Ron and the root of his insecurities while brilliantly analyzing his relationship with his friends, his family and how simple actions help shape the Ron we all know and love. The flashbacks the author includes in the beginning of each chapter range between heartwarming and heartwenching and fits into canon perfectly.

Least Loved by Windschild8178- This fic is as good as it is heartbreaking. It explores Ron’s and Molly’s relationship and the accidental neglect that could perfectly fit into canon. It’s heavy. I give you fair warning, you will come from this feeling a certain way about Molly.

Son of the archer by Melancholy’s Sunshine - this is my favorite Ron crossover. There are a lot of ‘Harry lives with a different family’ AUs but not a lot of Ron ones so this fic is a breath of fresh air. It explore two very unappreciated characters in both Hawkeye and Ron and give them an adorable father son relationship. Ron meshes really well with the Avenger and keeps his canon personality more or less.

Lions bred True by notsing- Taken straight from the author mouth; this is a Ron fic for Ron friends. Umbridge has gotten permission to use corporal punishments on students and guess who is, or would have been if Ron wasn’t such a damn gem. Mainly a Friendship/Ron centered piece with a hint of Romione.

Recnac Transfaerso and Flawed Perfection by Celebony- These are mainly Harry centered but the friendship between him and Ron is so perfectly written it deserves a place on this list. If you need a Ron and Harry friendship fix look no further than this.

Shattered Illusions by angel74 - okay so this is a Ron/Harry shipping fic and even if this pairing is not your cup of tea it’s still worth a read. The progression between Ron and Harry’s friendship to relationship isn’t rushed and is instead completely and 100% believable. The fic also gets points for exploring Ginny’s crush on Harry without bashing her.

Groundhog Day by David Ken - The only  bad thing about this fic is that IT.HASNT.BEEN.UPDATED.IN.YEARS! Pretty much what it says on the tin, Ron is living the same day over and over trying to find a way to get out of the loop. While we might find out if he does get out of the loop it’s still a good read

I’ve had Enough by SpritelyGryffindor- this is a kid Ron fic that explores Ron running away from home. He meets up with Harry and pretty much spends the entire wizarding world into a panic.

Everything by Solstice Muse . Really, just all of her fics. I recommend every single one.

Fell free to add any of your favorite Ron fics to the list.

I really don’t like all of these negative posts surrounding 13 Reasons Why.

No, it does not glorify suicide. If anything it does the exact opposite. All you see are her friends suffering and her family in pain.

It might be considered dangerous for those who are currently very depressed and suicidal, but the show has trigger warnings before every episode. Not to mention if you are feeling that way and you know what the show is about, then you probably know you shouldn’t be watching it.

No, it doesn’t show all of the symptoms of mental illness, but it does show a fair amount. Sure she could get out of bed, sure she could maintain her grades, and yeah maybe she didn’t self-harm. She was however, completely isolated (she had no friends), she herself witnessed and experienced first hand rape, she wrote morbid poetry as a plea for someone to notice her, and lastly she chopped all of her hair off (considered to be a major life change type of love).

This girl was surrounded by awful people and witnessed horrific events. She was extremely depressed to the point where she felt so alone that she took her own life. To those of you saying that this story is “bullshit”, “too graphic”, and “glorifies mental illness”, I’m sorry but you’re completely wrong.

13 Reasons Why is an amazing tribute to those who have been taken too soon. It attempts to demonstrate that not all people suffer the same, and that some suffer in silence. It is raw, real, and blunt. No we cannot place the blame on others for someone who has taken their life, but we can learn about mental illness and be more attentive to these issues.

One Night Stand

Originally posted by itsokaysammy

Sam Winchester x Reader, failed Reader x Reader’s-ex

Length: 773 words

Warnings: hints to casual sex? brief mention of a cheating ex, and failed engagement

You’d had the best birthday since you’re twenty-first, several years earlier, from which you’d woken up with vague memories of the best night of your life. Your family and friends had treated you this year, honestly more than they usually would, but that was mostly due to the awful year you’d had. Your fiancé had left you, for someone a fair few years younger than both of you, and had successfully left you heartbroken, and a few thousand dollars’ broker. The day, which had begun with your family treating you to wonderful gifts, and a home-cooked meal that your father whipped up (your mother wasn’t to be let into the kitchen after the kitchen-fire-of-’09), turned into a night of celebration at the local night club with your friends.

Pulsing music and sweaty bodies surrounded you as you bopped to the music, wriggling your body against another close to you. Your friend, who’d been sensually dancing against her girlfriend, turned to you suddenly. Her smile was teasing and wide, and her eyes a little unfocussed from the alcohol she’d consumed up until now. “That guy hasn’t stopped staring at you all night!” She gestured over to the bar, where a tall, brown-haired male stood. He was probably nearly twice your height, and had the muscle definition of an actual Greek god. His hair was long for a male, reaching past his chin and it was shinier than the many hair-models that Tresemmé had on TV. He was hot, with a strong jaw, and what looked to be puppy eyes.

Definitely your type.

Laughing under your breath, you turned your body to go back to dancing, but kept the tall hair-model in your eyesight. Whenever he so much as looked in your direction, you were looking back with teasing eyes that hinted towards something. Every now and then he smiled at you, his own smile slightly teasing, but he did have slightly pink cheeks that told you he perhaps didn’t pick people up in clubs very often. That, or he’s dying of heat in that plaid shirt – both were valid hypothesis. Eventually, you abandoned your friend, and her girlfriend, to wander over to the bar.

“Vodka tonic, please.” After the bartender moved to make the drink, you noticed that the hair-model had walked over to you, his own drink in his hand. He stood behind you slightly, looking slightly awkward to boot. “Are you going to hulk around all day, or sit?” You gestured to the empty bar stool next to you, and gave a welcoming smile, vaguely wondering if the amount of alcohol you’d already consumed have given you liquid courage. Normally, you weren’t this flirty.

“I’m Sam, Sam Winchester.” He offered you his hand, and a cute smile. You were taken in immediately.

Taking his hand, you shook it with a smile of your own. “Y/N. Y/N L/N.”


“Do you want to get out of here?”

“Uh, yes.”

You went home with him. Or, more exactly, he went home with you.


Sam was smart, incredibly smart. And he was funny, most of the night was spent laughing at nerdy jokes, and at books you’d read. It was one of the best nights you’d had in years, even before your ex-fiancé left you. As of last night, you’d decided that Sam was exactly the type of man you’d date, and would bring home to your family for family game night.

When the morning light glinted in your eyes, from the open window you’d forgotten to close the day before, you let a happy, content smile cover your lips. You stretched out, arms over your head, letting out a satisfied groan. Rolling over, you were ready to ask him to stay for breakfast, and then maybe a repeat of the night before. And maybe watch Netflix, and dork out with him – okay, ask him out, really.

Your stomach dropped. Sam was gone.

His side of the bed was already cool, informing you that Sam had been gone for quite a while now. A sad smile covered your lips, erasing the happy one of a few seconds earlier. Whilst it had been a nice thought, dating Sam, it just wasn’t possible; he travelled, and he was only in town briefly. What you two had, was just for one night.

Despite knowing this, knowing that it had been temporary, you felt a few tears escape your eyes. You were mourning the ending of the first real connection you’d had since your failed engagement. Sure, now you were sad, but not heartbroken.

Maybe your next foray into the ‘dating’ world would not be as disheartening as this one.

Drift AU

Alright everyone, hold onto your butts because it’s time to introduce the Drift AU. Like “Friends with Tax Benefits”, it’s a slightly modified spin-off AU of… this AU. Fair warning: it comes with 30% more suffering.

Please take this with a grain of salt; this is not anything that will be emphasized on the blog or expanded upon much. It’s more or less a speculation of another what-if, but it’s a bit too dark to keep with the general TAU theme in my opinion.

Bill is stopped and the Transcendence takes place like usual - but this time, Dipper is nowhere to be found. 

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Imagine Lydia’s sister coming into town

It had been years since Lydia had seen her older sister… Years since she heard her laugh, saw her smile. Now that she was coming back? It was like Lydia was meeting a stranger… She had no idea what her sister was like anymore or if they would get along. 

“If you keep staring into the clouds your going to miss everything that happening around you,” An all too familiar voice said behind the banshee. 

Turning around, Lydia plastered an excited grin and threw her arms up, hugging her sister. “Rhea! How was Africa? Why did you change your mind and come back?”

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So We Meet Again (Part 1)

Summary: You were a young padawan who trained under Luke until the Knights of Ren attacked the temple and took not only your family, but your closest friend, Ben Solo. After several years, you had joined the Resistance in hopes of getting the pleasure of destroying the man who took everything from you, no matter what the consequences.

AN: Okay so this is both my very first fic and my very first post on this blog so I’m a little more than nervous. Thanks to @dickren for giving me some motivating words to get me started. Also, a fair warning, Kylo doesn’t make an appearance yet, but rest assured ;) Without Further Ado, I now present my first fic.

Warnings: Some cursing, mentions of gore (sort of?)

Word Count: About 2K

Part 2  Part 3  Part 4

Italics are thoughts

You casually walked towards the temple, feeling the stress of the past week fall of your shoulders from taking a walk and deciding to skip your morning training. Ben has suggested it, and though you were reluctant at first, now that you found yourself looking upon the ornate temple almost glistening in the sunlight, you reminded yourself that you would have to thank him later.

Thinking about Ben also brought up the issue of his distance. For the past month, it was almost as if he was trying to avoid everyone, especially you, his closest friend. Every time you tried to confront him about it, he ignored you, or brushed you off as if anything you were trying to say was useless of his time. Needless to say, it really hurt. This thought process brought some more of your stress back, but the stress was nothing compared to the wave of cold dread that washed over you as you reached the temple steps.

Oh no. You thrust the doors open and rushed in, tripping on something heavy…. You looked back at your feet and saw the body of one of your fellow padawans. Pushing yourself back up, you covered your mouth in shock as tears pricked your eyes, threatening to spill out. You looked all around, and there were dead bodies littering the ground almost is if they were thrown around like trash. You examined all the bodies, but the one tall figure was no where to be seen. Soon, footsteps could be heard, and you turned towards an empty corridor to see Master Luke walking sadly, looking down at all of his fallen students. His eyes glinted with sadness as he looked up at you.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry,” he said softly as he came closer, holding his lightsaber in his hand.

“What happened?” Your voice cracked with all the emotion that had built up in your voice. Master Luke looked away, almost as if he was afraid.

“A group of users of the dark side attacked the temple. They wanted to kill us all.” His voice grew softer with each word, and now tears were falling down your cheeks, leaving streaks like rivers. One question was itching at your very soul.

“What about Ben?”

Master Luke grew silent, and he shut his eyes. You feared the worst as you could feel his sadness flowing off of him.

“Ben was the instigator. We should have seen this coming, I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I wish I had known earlier.” His words broke your heart, and you collapsed to the ground. No. Your Ben couldn’t have killed all these padawans. Sure, he was a very closed-off person and was very hot headed, but you never expected him to be capable of killing.

But then realisation settled in your heart, followed closely by anger. No, Ben wouldn’t have done this, but the man who took Ben’s place was a monster. Ben Solo was dead as well, and that creature was just carrying his guise.


You woke up panting, your forehead covered in sweat, causing your (Y/H/C) to stick. For the past few days, it had been that memory haunting your dreams, and every time it felt so real. Each time you felt yourself overcome with sadness, closely followed by hate, and the emotions were always just as strong as you felt them that day. Getting out of your bed, you pushed the hair off of your forehead, then made your way to the bathroom. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you realised how much you had changed since you were fifteen. Your face looked angrier, and had small scars all over it, and all your features carried some hint of stress. Sighing, you splashed some water over you face before heading back out to your room.

You knew part of the reason you were restless, of course. You and Poe were being sent on an important mission tomorrow, or rather later that day as it was four in the morning, and often times before you went anywhere you dreamed memories. Usually they indicated some kind of result for the future, but with this memory, you were completely perplexed. There was no particular result that could be sought out from these dreams, and it frustrated you relentlessly.

Walking back to your bed, you felt a moments hesitation next to your nightstand. Opening the drawer, you saw the lightsaber that had been wasting away for years, having fallen into disuse. For obvious reasons, you didn’t like making your training with the force public, but you felt the pull to it, and picked it up, the feel of it unfamiliar in your hands. Twirling it in your hand, you frowned, and then proceeded to put it in the satchel you were taking tomorrow. You held the bag for a bit and sighed as you set it down to the ground before climbing back into your bed so you could at least rest, if not sleep.

Needless to say, sleep did not come, and when the time came, you heard a knocking on your door, followed by that friendly familiar voice.

“(Y/N), are you awake? It’s time to go, the General is waiting for us.”

“Yeah, I’m up,” came your reply as you pushed the covers off of you and then got ready. In less than a minute you had gotten dressed and grabbed everything, feeling weary of the extra weight added to your satchel, but you didn’t let that show as you followed Poe along the corridors of the Resistance base and out into the hanger.

Just as Poe had said, General Organa was waiting in front of the ship that you two were to take. She had her normal smile on as she looked at the two of you ready for duty.

“Alright, the mission is simple. Get the medicine before the First Order does. Be careful because the crash site is still new, so they might be patrolling the system. Good luck to both of you, and may the force be with you,” she said before you both nodded to her in respect, climbing onto the ship.

The mission was really simple: Find the new medicine that the Resistance had been working on and bring it back to the base. The only difficulty with that was, as always, the First Order and their interest with the medicine. They had shot down the ship carrying it in attempt to get a hold of the medicine and the ship fell to one of the nearby planets. The issue for the First order is that they weren’t entirely sure which one it was, which gave you two the advantage, as the ship had been tracked, and now you and Poe were going to retrieve the medicine and any survivors.

“Should be fun, right?” Poe said as the ship began to rise. You turned to look at him with a smirk on you face.

“Fun? Maybe they should actually give me a challenge, this is way too easy,” was your reply, and Poe chuckled. Everyone knew you preferred the easy jobs, and that you definitely didn’t want to get involved in the actual fighting, No, covert missions like this one were perfect for you.

You took off as soon as you had left the planet’s atmosphere, and soon you were looking upon the planet where the ship had crashed. Checking the surroundings of the planet and the radar, you noticed there were no First Order ships in sight. That’s interesting. You were sure you two were going to run into some kind of trouble, but you shook it off as a good omen, even though your suspicion was dwindling at the edge of your heart.

Landing was rough, but that was to be expected as the clearing Poe had found was barely big enough to fit the ship. However, the advantage of having to look for a clearing to land did show you where the crash site was, and as soon as you were properly landed, Poe led the way to the ship. Once there, you examined the singed trees crushed underneath as Poe dug through the rubble.

“I’m going to look for survivors, can you get the medicine to the ship by yourself?” You said to Poe who had successfully found the tightly sealed box full of medicine. He simply nodded in reply, and you began to walk the opposite way of which you had come. The forests were dark and creepy, especially considering that it was currently night on this planet. However, that wasn’t the only thing that set off your uneasiness. There was something…off, as if something bad was coming. You ignored it and continued to search the woods for any surviving members of the ship. You were checking underneath what seemed like a wooden tent when that same feeling of dread that you felt all those years ago wash over you, and you looked to the sky in horror.

The First Order.

“(Y/N)!” You heard Poe’s voice pierce the night and you turned around and sprinted towards it. You soon found him, a panicked look taking hold of your face as you tried catching your breath.

“Go, leave! The First Order is here, you need to get off the planet,” you said as you searched through your satchel until your fingers touched the cold metal that they were searching for.

“What about you? I can’t just leave you, they’ll capture you!” His eyes held determination, but you had no time for that, so you turned him around a little forcefully and shoved him towards the ship.

“That’s not important. What’s important is that you get the medicine to base. The First Order cannot have this medicine, understand? Now go, I’ll hold them off.” You didn’t even give him a chance to reply before sprinting off again towards where the First Order ships were landing. When you got there, you hid behind the cover of the trees, your lightsaber clutched in your hand as you watched the stormtroopers look around aimlessly, waiting for instruction. A troop walked dangerously closer to you, so you decided you had to do the stupid thing as you ignited the saber and sent it through the armor of the troop.

They started shooting at you, and you deflected most of them while avoiding the others, while cutting through each of the troops until you felt a pain go through your leg, and you fell to the floor. The troops surrounded you, their blasters pointed at your head as a red-headed man came off of the ship. He looked down at you with disdain until he spotted the lightsaber that had fallen to the ground, and then his expression changed to amusement.

“Well, well, this should satisfy Ren. Take her to the Finalizer where the commander can interrogate her. He should be…shocked to say the least,” he said, his accent heavy as he gave orders to the troops. Judging by his uniform, you assumed he was a general, probably the infamous General Hux that you’d heard plenty of bad things about. He leaned over and picked up your saber before walking back onto the ship. The troops soon followed, dragging you roughly onto the ship and into a holding cell.

Fuck. Your dreams made sense now, and you let out a dark chuckle. How ironic. You were finally coming face to face with the murderer of your best friend, and you were sure you weren’t coming out of this encounter alive.

I sort of pulled this from the later requests because I figured this would turn out long. I also combined these two requests and now am realizing that…they aren’t that similar. So I sort of minced it and that’s my bad. Uh. Also, fair warning it’s, like, 3700 some words (I’m ashamed of how out of hand and rambly this got). And I wrote this half out of my mind. Enjoy. Female pronouns~

You are five, and your mother is making you hang out with the weird kid in your class.

You’re not one bit happy about this, and you let these sentiments be known. She tells you that Kuroo is a family friend, and you’ve known him since you were in the womb. You don’t know what that’s supposed to mean, but it sure sounds gross.

I don’t wanna hang out with him, why can’t he hang out with someone else?” you had asked.

He’s having a hard time making friends his own age,” your mother had explained. “Please be nice.”

You still don’t understand why it has to be you, it’s not like it’s your fault that he doesn’t have any friends.

The boy is scrawny, a head shorter than you with limbs too long and hair too big. All the kids in your class, yourself included, think he’s strange, and for good reason too. More often than not he is covered in an assortment of band aids, and his hands always seem to be sticky with tree sap, making you question what he gets up to in his free time. He smells strongly of cinnamon and old books, and it isn’t entirely unpleasant, but you find it, along with everything else about him, odd. You’ve made a point of avoiding him at all costs, but now here you are. You’re at his house, and all you can think about is what will happen if someone in your class sees you with him.

He’s crouched in his yard, perched perilously on the balls of his feet, and his head is tilted back against the sky. He’s been in this position for ten minutes now and hasn’t acknowledged your arrival. You take great offense to this.

“What are you doing?” you demand, stomping over to where he’s stooped.

He glances over at you with mild surprise, having not noticed you before, and then shrugs.

“Waitin’.”

You bend down so you’re beside him, placing your hands on your knees, and follow his eye line upwards. You see nothing.

“Waiting for what?” you ask with a frown.

After peering around at the empty neighborhood, he leans in and says to you in a hushed voice, “I saw a shooting star last night.”

You stare at him, unsure of why he’s whispering. “Okay…”

“And I wished on it,” he continues, eyes widening dramatically.

“What’d you wish for?” You can feel your own eyes widen.   

He leans back and gives you an incredulous look.

“Well, if I tell you it won’t come true,” he explains as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, and you’re just an idiot.

“I bet it’s stupid anyway,” you say spitefully, turning your nose up.

He gives you an absent nod and a shrug. “I s’pose.”

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DEAR FRIEND
Read by Sophie Hunter and Louise Brealey
Letters Live, 13 March 2016

Recently I received the following letter: 

Dear Madam, 

Unless something is done at once about your disgusting exhibition in the filthy play you appear in every night, I and several of my friends will do something very unpleasant about it. 

What you do nightly in public is a slur on English womanhood. “Fallen Angels” is disgusting as a play, but your performance in it makes it loathsome. How the powers that be could permit such an exhibition is past the understanding of a God-fearing woman who supports the present Government—and thanks God for them. 

I give you fair warning to leave the play, or it will be the worse for you. Our wrath will strike at you in your home, or maybe during a performance at the theatre. 

A. Friend 


To which I replied: 

Huntington Hartford Theatre
Hollywood, California 

Dear Friend, 

How clever and capricious you are, cloaking yourself in anonymity, and I must confess I cannot for the life of me guess which of my many friends you can be. You have sent my head spinning and my imagination whirling. Could you be found among my dear friends, intimate friends, close friends, childhood friends, pen friends, family friends, friends of a friend, friends in distress, friends who are closer than a brother, friends in need, or school friends. Your letter shows quite clearly that you are not illiterate, and therefore we can rule out my school friends. Your masterly command of the language banishes the thought that you could be found among my friends from overseas. Your witty criticism of my performance makes me think that I might find you among my nearest and dearest “bosom friends,” that is, if you did not choose to address me as “Dear Madam"—a clever move this, and one that reduces my last thought to mere stupidity and you to a "casual acquaintance.”

An awful thought has dawned—it is all a joke—and you aren’t really my friend at all. I must try to dismiss this thought. It depresses me. To lose a friend like you in a few words, oh no. 

So, dear anonymous friend, if this should chance to meet your eye, please keep your promise and come around one night—yes, and bring your friends, too, for I know intuitively that your friends will be my friends. 

Cordially yours,
Hermione Gingold

P.S. If you wish to strike at me with your wrath in my home, I am always in between ten-thirty and twelve in the morning, excluding Tuesday, which is a had day, as a lot of tiresome tradespeople call for the same reason. You will easily recognize my apartment from the letter A marked on the door, over the knocker there is a notice, “Bell out of order, strike twice and wait.”

Heartbeats

Summary: After losing their child before they even had the chance to be born, Katara struggles with guilt and coping with her next pregnancy.

Rating: T 

Word Count: 5,335

A/N: Recently a good friend of my family opened up about her stillbirth and I just felt like I needed to write this to get it out of my system. Hearing her talk about never knowing her child and the guilt she had about it effected me in a way I can’t really explain, but writing this made me feel a bit better.Just a fair warning though, it’s pretty sad up until the end, but I hope you like it anyways. 

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 “There isn’t a heartbeat.”

The healer’s words cut through the silence in the air like a dagger, and all Aang and Katara could do was look at each other with wide eyes.

“What?” Katara questioned in a hoarse whisper. “What do you mean there’s no heartbeat?”

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The Great Mimi Santos Mystery: A Theory

Okay so maybe the title is a bit dramatic but it has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?

To start this off, I’ve always thought that Mimi was a weird character in Asagao Academy. A lot of her motivations didn’t make since, her behavior felt off, in some routes she was a LOT nastier than others, and in others she was a lot nosier in the relationships between Hana and the Normal Boots guys. Her story isn’t really explained that well, but anyone can tell that there is a certain air of mystery around her. I mean, what do we really know about her? She used to be friend with Mai, but something happened to break them apart, she wants to be on the top of the social ladder (and has an obsession with Normal Boots), she’s a bitch, and she is ashamed of the company her family owns. And, well, that’s it really.

So, in working on a big project yet-to-be-announced, I was thinking about Asagao Academy, specifically, one short line that Mai says that had bothered me since getting all of the endings in the Satch route. 

Now, just a fair warning that this theory is very spoiler heavy for the entire game, including the completion bonus, so if you still haven’t finished the game, I recommend you stop here (unless you don’t care about spoilers or aren’t planning in playing the full game, in which case read ahead)

So, in Satch’s route Hana and Mai are accused of stealing the golden Normal Boots from the club room. Over the course of the route, you are shunned by the Normal Boots, until eventually PBG and Jon apologize and invite you back to the table. However, as Hana, you can continue to choose to push them away, explaining that Hana had friends before who did awful things that she forgave, and they just ended up hurting her further, and the Normal Boots club would do the same.

Mai then approaches you, saying you are being too hard on the guys. The line I was thinking about then appears:

I’ve never seen anyone talk about this line before to be honest, and I have always wondered why? It was such a mysterious line to fit into the story, and is never really addressed again in any of the other routes, or any time again at all as far as I can remember.

So, what does this have to do with Mimi Santos?

Submitted for approval to the Asagao Academy Theory Society, I call this theory:

Mimi Santos was on her way to joining the Normal Boots Club.

I know this kind of sounds crazy at first read, but allow me to explain. 

First off, the line “People want to take advantage of them” PERFECTLY fits the bill with what Mimi likes to do. She likes to feed off of other peoples success to try and look good, climbing her way up the social ladder. We see her do this in Hana’s very first interaction with her, when Mimi asks if Hana knows Jared. You can tell by the way Mimi talks and acts that she obviously wants to get to Jared through Hana. We again see this kind of thing a multitude of times throughout the visual novel.

So if Mimi really is someone they tried to invite to Normal Boots, the question is: why? Mimi is a nasty, mean person. Why would the Normal Boots be interested in someone so vile and cruel such as her?

Well, obviously it is one of her many charades. Mai many times describes to Hana how she used to be friends with Mimi, but how Mimi always had on a fake smile and a nice attitude to hide the fact that she was mean to nearly everyone. I think she probably did the same to the Normal Boots, making them think she was nice so that way they would let her in, when really she was just trying to deceive them so that way she could get to the top.

This would also explain why Mimi is so mean to Hana. While we occasionally hear of other girls being jealous that Hana gets to sit with the Normal Boots guys and hang with them, none of them take it to the same extremes that Mimi does. In the Worst Jontron ending, Mimi literally ruins Hana’s reputation at school, makes Jon yell and break up with her, and gets Hana to lose all of her friends, just because Mimi needed to “…take a bitch down a peg”. Even for mean girl standards, that shit is straight up evil. None of the background characters go very far, their extreme offenses being that they gossip about Hana, while Mimi becomes the literal devil to ruin Hana’s life. With this theory in mind, this would explain why she is so mean to Hana, not because she is just jealous that Hana gets to be with the Normal Boots guys, but because Hana is getting the happy ending with them that she never got. 

Saying the Mimi was almost in Normal Boots also fully explains why Mimi and Mai had a falling out. I’m guessing that at the end of the previous school year, Mimi did something in Mimi fashion to reveal that she is actually a bitch in search of social status that got her kicked from the Normal Boots gang. Obviously, after this reveal Mai would also learn the truth about her “friend”, and lose any respect she had towards Mimi. Mai obviously admires and respects the club for what they do, and while she wants to be friends with them, Mai would never do it with malicious purposes. 

Having Mimi being revealed to be using the Normal Boots at the end of the year also explains why Mimi still thinks she and Mai are friends at the beginning of the year, but Mai doesn’t. Mimi probably figures everyone forgot about her Normal Boots thing over the summer as she starts over in trying to get with them again, and figures Mai forgot about it too (which she didn’t). Mai does give a few reasons over the course of the game about why they stopped being friends, but I believe that the main reason was that Mimi hurt, took advantage of, and manipulated people Mai admired. Mai saw the real Mimi, and didn’t want to be associated with her.

Alright, so that gets two questions about Mimi solved with this theory: A) Why she is so mean to Hana, and B) What the true cause of the end of her and Mai’s friendship was. So, that leaves a few things. Why in the Completion Bonus did she willing (albeit bitterly) give Hana the Princess Pumpernickel? In the Jirard route, what was up with the scene with Mimi and Hana after Hana is attacked? And, the biggest question of all, What did Mimi do to take advantage of the Normal Boots guys? 

Well, get your popcorn, because I am only just getting started with this theory.

Originally posted by sinnywhetzel

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anonymous prompted: Could you write a fic wherein Kurt gets slushied by Sebastian instead of Blaine from the ep. Michael? (angry and/or comforting Blaine would be amazing!!) 

for my klainebingo prompt “Royalty”. 

Anger has been slowly building inside Blaine all day. Ever since Sebastian admitted that the Warblers were going to perform Michael at Sectionals. He’s angry at himself, for not being able to keep his excitement in check. He’s angry at Sebastian, for so obviously exploiting their friendship. He’s angry at the Warblers, for how easily they betrayed him. And he’s angry at the New Directions, for acting as though he’s at fault and not a victim just as the rest of them.

As the New Directions and the Warblers duke it out, show choir style, Blaine can feel his anger reaching a boiling point. These were his friends. The guys who picked him up after life stomped him into the ground. Guys he thought he would remain close to for the rest of his life. Yet, here they were, getting in the New Directions face, fighting for the right to steal their set list.

Santana shouts a line from Bad at Sebastian, who just smirks at her and continues dancing. Blaine glares at him, hands clenched at his side. He can’t believe he thought Sebastian was his friend. He can’t believe he ever trusted him.

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[image: drawing of two hands. text: “about nine months ago, i finally got together with my best friend, the girl of my dreams. my mom has been very supportive, and warned us about discrimination or bigotry from strangers, etc. so far we have received no negative feedback from strangers whatsoever. the problem is, all our friends (including my older sister) don’t seem to be too happy about it. they ignore us, glare at us, won’t look at us, avoid us. they aren’t supportive at all and it makes us so sad. that’s what friends and family are for, right? they’re supposed to be happy for us because we’re both finally happy. it’s not fair.”]

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DEAR FRIEND
Read by Sophie Hunter and Louise Brealey
Letters Live, March 13, 2016

Recently I received the following letter:

Dear Madam,

Unless something is done at once about your disgusting exhibition in the filthy play you appear in every night, I and several of my friends will do something very unpleasant about it.

What you do nightly in public is a slur on English womanhood. “Fallen Angels” is disgusting as a play, but your performance in it makes it loathsome. How the powers that be could permit such an exhibition is past the understanding of a God-fearing woman who supports the present Government—and thanks God for them.

I give you fair warning to leave the play, or it will be the worse for you. Our wrath will strike at you in your home, or maybe during a performance at the theatre.

A. Friend

To which I replied:

Huntington Hartford Theatre
Hollywood, California

Dear Friend,

How clever and capricious you are, cloaking yourself in anonymity, and I must confess I cannot for the life of me guess which of my many friends you can be. You have sent my head spinning and my imagination whirling. Could you be found among my dear friends, intimate friends, close friends, childhood friends, pen friends, family friends, friends of a friend, friends in distress, friends who are closer than a brother, friends in need, or school friends. Your letter shows quite clearly that you are not illiterate, and therefore we can rule out my school friends. Your masterly command of the language banishes the thought that you could be found among my friends from overseas. Your witty criticism of my performance makes me think that I might find you among my nearest and dearest “bosom friends,” that is, if you did not choose to address me as “Dear Madam"—a clever move this, and one that reduces my last thought to mere stupidity and you to a “casual acquaintance.”

An awful thought has dawned—it is all a joke—and you aren’t really my friend at all. I must try to dismiss this thought. It depresses me. To lose a friend like you in a few words, oh no.

So, dear anonymous friend, if this should chance to meet your eye, please keep your promise and come around one night—yes, and bring your friends, too, for I know intuitively that your friends will be my friends.

Cordially yours,
Hermione Gingold

P.S. If you wish to strike at me with your wrath in my home, I am always in between ten-thirty and twelve in the morning, excluding Tuesday, which is a had day, as a lot of tiresome tradespeople call for the same reason. You will easily recognize my apartment from the letter A marked on the door, over the knocker there is a notice, “Bell out of order, strike twice and wait.”

Cutest couple ever (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Requested by anonymous:Could you maybe write something where the reader and Steve have been dating for awhile but he still hasn’t met her parents because she’s scared that they will embarass her because she was a huge avengers fangirl (with like lots of posters and stuff)

A/n: lol it’s a bit awkward in some points.

f/n = funny name

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“No way mom!” Your mom wanted to meet your boyfriend Steve since you started dating him. It was close to Valentine’s day and she thought that it would be a ‘good’ idea to meet him. Your dad although that the most times was chill and like ‘If you love someone then you’ll have him, it’s your own life’ He was a lot protective.

“Why not?” You didn’t see Steve leaning at the doorframe.

“Because you know what I did in the past and you’ll make fun of me in front of him! Uh.. Mom I gotta close.. Love you” You closed your phone and looked Steve.

“How long have you been there?” He smirked and walked over you.

“Maybe five minutes.. Your mom?”

“Yeah she and dad want to meet you.. I don’t think it’s a good idea..”

“I think it’s a very good idea” He kissed your cheek and hugged you. You looked up at him.

“Well.. If you say so..” He chuckled and you kissed him. You called your mom again to tell her the news.

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In the way to your small town you’ve been a lot anxious. Before you became an avenger and moved to the tower you were a big Avengers fangirl. Your room was full of posters and stuff like key-jewlleries, mugs, tops and jeans, pajamas and many more. You were 100% sure that you’re family was going to make fun of you in front of Steve. As your mom said on the phone your little sister would be there with your grandparents and your aunt and uncle.

“What happened doll? You seem stressed.” Your boyfriend asked you with blue ocean eyes looking at you and then back again at the road.

“It’s just.. My family will be there..”

“Don’t worry everything is going to be alright” He stopped outside of your house where your mom and your dad stood outside were waving to you. Oh, shit., You mumbled to yourself before you got out of the car.

“Hey guys! Oh my god Y/n you look so beautiful! Is that Steve?” She said as she welcomed him.

“My (f/n)! Hello Steve I’m (Y/D/N) Y/L/N, Y/n’s dad.” Your dad said to Steve.

“Nice to meet you sir and madam. I’m Steve Rogers.”

“Oh we know about you! Y/n was so in love with you when she was younger! Her dreams became true! ” Your mom said and you gave her a warning look. Steve laughed and the four of you walked inside to meet the rest of the family. Your sister tried to get close to Steve and your dad was starting to say his puns to Steve. Grandma and your mom were crying because you were so grown up and your grandpa was warning Steve not to hurt you. Aunt (y/a/n) and (y/u/n) were discussing at how cute you and Steve looked when it was the time for the family to sit around the table.

“Mommy why y/n got the most handsome it isn’t fair!” Your sister complained to your mom and you stung your tongue to her which made Steve burst in laughing.

“So y/n what happened with that Harry guy from your high school? I thought you liked him” Your grandma ever since you were at high school and brought friends with you thought they were nice but her eye snapped at a boy named Harry. Steve looked at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Grandma we weren’t even dating and he was my friend!” Your mom started talking again.

“ y/n, I remember when you first got in high school and were stressing about it so I bought you many avengers stuff to calm you and now you’re one of them! Steve, she was always talking about you! ”

“Really?” Steve asked and then grinned at you.

“You have to show him your room it’s all covered by avengers posters! But don’t do any dirty stuff in there kids!” Your dad said and made Steve laugh again. You started blushing when Steve grabbed your hand from under table which made you smile.

“Seriously now, have you had.. You know.. Sex?” Your mom asked and you choked your water. Before Steve could respond you did for him.

“Mom is that even a question?” You laughed as she said that she was joking. Apparently your overprotective grandpa wanted to talk.

“So how long have you been together? Do you know Y/n? Have you ever hurted her cause if you do I’m going to -”

“(y/g/p/n) stop!” Your grandmother yell at him. “Steve what do you love about y/n the most?”

“Everything. The way she smiles and laughs and make my heart melt, the way she talks and her kindness, everything.” He said and everyone in the room aw'ed.

“Thank you Stevie” You said as the others yelled at you ‘Kiss!Kiss!Kiss’ when Steve pressed his soft lips against yours and everyone in the room cheered at the happy couple.

“You’re staying for the night right?” (Y/s/n) asked you and you nodded.

“Great you will see y/n’s room!” Your dad pushed you and Steve to your room. “It is just as you left it princess!” Your dad continued. Oh, Shit.. You opened the door as Steve closed the door and hold himself from laughing.

“Ok that’s creepy” He said to tease you, laughing when you laughed too. After the two of you stopped and changed into pajamas you could feel him staring at you.

“Why are you staring?”

“You’re beautiful y/n. The most beautiful person I’ve ever met. And your family is awesome.” He hugged you close pulling to his chest as he kissed your temple. He pulled the Marvel-comics sheets to you and you both drifted into sleep five minutes later.

The morning when you woke up Steve was still sleeping. When you tried to get up you saw him slowly open his eyes.

“Morning beautiful”

“Morning Stevie” You said as you kissed him softly. You got dressed and head to the kitchen to have breakfast. The whole room had pictures of you and Steve cuddling and sleeping together.

“What the-?” You said as your mom came and kissed your cheek.

“Aww! You guys are the Cutest couple ever!” She said as she admired the two avengers.

pretty boy, pretty girl

AN: warning, some drunk ppl and barfing in a modern school AU, as if I’ve ever been to a party in my goddamn Big Nerd life. hopefully will have sequels.


Sakura meets Pretty Boy on a Friday evening, when finals are over and Ino knows a guy who knows a guy who’s having a party.

“Casual,” Sakura clarifies when she peers at Ino’s floral skirt and chiffon blouse. “Wait, casual?”

Ino snorts, and throws on a modified blazer. “Don’t worry. You know I just like to look nicer than everyone, all the time.”

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anonymous asked:

Your opinion on the salty people for boruto manga? Lmfao

Depends what they are salty about. 

The art? It’s not that bad. It’s just different. Every artist has their own style.

Wanting their faves to shine despite it being Boruto’s story? Their fault for mistaking their favorite characters/pairing for the main one. They tried to fool themselves into thinking Boruto was fodder despite it being clearly stated he will surpass Naruto, and that pretty much means surpass everyone. Kishimoto foreshadowed Boruto surpassing Naruto long ago. Sasuke himself confirmed Boruto’s strength. This isn’t surprising, and having the Byakugan or some form of it isn’t either considering he is half Hyuuga. About time. Only butthurt people don’t want him to have it. He awakened something awesome, whether it is Byakugan or not. 

Is it a blind eye? No. Boruto would not open a dead eye to fight. That makes no sense. Besides, he clearly activated something. Transplant? Doubt it. There’s nothing pointing to that other than a guess; people are overthinking this way to much. No one has gotten a scar from a transplant like that, not even Kakashi. Boruto’s scar runs into his headband, therefore he was slashed during battle. That scar is from an injury. Also if it was a transplant don’t you think it would be an actual Byakugan? You know, with the veins and all?  Chances are this is some form of it that he awakened himself because again, he has the genes. Or it could be something he got from his ancestors (Hamura and Hagoromo blood). Hell it could be some form of sage mode, who knows.

Whining about whether this series is canon or not? SJ confirmed this series is canon via Kishimoto (the supervisor), who said it is official and considers it just as important as the new manga he’s working on. 

“Kishimoto said that Boruto will be a legitimate, canon part of the Naruto universe.“ 

“Kishimoto considers the Boruto serial to be just as important as the new manga he’s working on, so in his mind he’s giving them both equal attention.”

I’m just happy the real main character is finally getting the spotlight he deserves. Don’t get me wrong, there was the movie. But that focused Naruto and Boruto’s conflict, their family, Sasuke sensei, and foreshadowed Boruto eventually surpassing Naruto/everyone else. The movie only showcased his potential, and now we are going to see it full force in this manga. 

Boruto: “Once again I’ll give you fair warning- That this is my story.“ 

This is clear in the text. I’m sure there will be other scenes and some focus on the rest, but my point stands. Don’t expect much outside of Boruto. Or how his friends influence him. Naruto is the main character of the original; he is special to Kishimoto, who said everyone else aside from Naruto is equal regardless whether they are main or minor. Boruto is the next gen version. I think Kishi mentioned Boruto being modeled after his son, if I recall correctly. Or he said Boruto is like his son.

On another note - I can’t see every chapter being just a recap of the movie. That won’t sell IMO. Perhaps there will be about 4 pages of future Boruto in each new chapter just like the first one. So some flash forwards along with the flashbacks until we get into the real plot.

Honestly? If you’re already bitching about it and don’t like it then don’t read it. Ignore it. Pretend it doesn’t exist like you did with other things that don’t fit your headcanons.

Oops I ranted.

Fair Warning | Virginia Hamilton Adair

“Fair Warning” 
Virginia Hamilton Adair

Parked in your battered Mustang
a little way into the woods,
we watched rain glisten on glass.
I asked if you had written to Leonard.
You said “No, when friends move away
they go out of my life.”
Earlier, in our ecstasy,
I thought: Even dying would be joy
if you leaned over me then
in that hour of passage,
your cool, talismanic fingers
touching my eyes shut.
Now, inexorable miles of highways,
tollbooths, drawbridges,
spun before my sight.
Shafts of gear and brake
came between our bodies.
I said “Thanks for the warning.”
But I loved you long after
our family moved a continent away,
felt your hands and words
come between me and the wheel,
driving alone at night
into treeless hills.