farfetched-ideas

anonymous asked:

55? For the prompts thing?

Again, I am so sorry for the delay!

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“You are my best friend in the whole world, okay?” Beca said pulling Chloe into an even tighter hug. “You’re the person I love more than anyone. And this isn’t goodbye.”

She felt Chloe sniff against her as she gripped tightly at the fabric of Beca’s shirt.

“It feels like goodbye,” she said, her voice breaking.

“I know,” Beca said, struggling to keep her own tears at bay. “But it isn’t. I promise.”

“Beca, I hate this. I don’t want to be apart from you for six months. I don’t even want to be apart from you for six hours,” Chloe said, still sobbing into her shoulder.

Beca ended their hug but kept her hands on Chloe’s shoulders.

“Then come with me,” she said, as if the idea had just occurred to her. “Come on tour with me.”

“As your groupie?” Chloe said, laughing at what she assumed was a joke.

“As my girlfriend,” Beca said.

“You really want me to come?”

“More than anything,” Beca said. “I didn’t ask before because it seemed like a farfetched idea. But saying goodbye to you is too painful. I want you with me.”

Chloe still looked hesitant. In her head she was thinking of all the reasons she’d have to say no.

“Do you want to come with me?” Beca asked.

“Of course I do,” Chloe said. “But what about money? What about my job?”

“You hate your job,” Beca said. “And I’m getting paid enough for the both of us.” She took hold of Chloe’s hands. “This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I want to share it with you. Say yes.”

Chloe smiled.

“Okay then. Yes.”

pristine-starlight  asked:

my farfetched little idea that makes no sense but i played around with it anyway about the glitch in clone drone was that Anti got a little sulky when he got told that he can't do bloody and gorey shit in a youtube video. He gave on glitch, there you go, that's all you get bc you don't deserve anything else from me, I just want you to know I'm MAD at you, and then he went back to wherever he came from and let Jack do his thing

So essentially Anti was pouting because YouTube’s rules restrict him and his antics.

I love it XD

anonymous asked:

Have you seen "Film Theory, Moana's SECRET Identity REVEALED"? I almost bought it 'til I realized Maui had been stuck on an island for 1000 yrs, so the premise of the video was impossible. Still has some neat concepts.

I saw it! I thought it was a very interesting clip!

Though at the same time… use it as inspiration for stories and better theories - just don’t believe it is actual canon.

Just the idea that Maui is Moana’s dad or granddad is impossible if he was stuck on the island for a 1000 years. Bit farfetched….

But the idea that Moana is already a demigod is hella interesting! That is great AU material for fanfictions. :-) Moana, unaware that she is already a demigod, suddenly realizing after ten years or so that she isn’t aging - or people around her noticing how strong she is - or her being able to transform if she wields Maui’s fish hook… There’s a lot of great plot points up for grabs if you think about it longer than a minute. :-) Especially for the Hooked Wayfinder ship. There’s really no good reason for Maui and Moana not to get together if it turns out they’re both demigods. <3 

anonymous asked:

Do you know of any resources about those debunked arguments? Socialization, gender etc. I'd like to read more about it!

It’s 4:30AM here, and my brain is fried from a lack of sleep, so if you don’t mind, I’m going to ramble a bit.

The notion of a universal female/male socialization binary was debunked ages and ages ago along with the related notion that we only ever receive one of those binaries (it’s very well established that we take in all messages, we sort and process them for relevance, based on the value we attribute to the socializing agents, reproduce them in difference ways depending on context, etc.). And that’s not even mentioning the impact of neurodivergence on socialization processes. Like, I haven’t heard a sociologist seriously peddling any of those ideas in…well, since I left high school ages ago. More common within feminism, but even then, there’s usually an asterisk implied that it’s a hell of a lot more complicated, and an assumption that they’re speaking specifically of general patterns within cis populations.

Literally every sociology class I took discussed that at least in part, and how socialization is multi-faceted, complex, involves internal and external processing, etc., most of my profs referencing intersectionality while describing it, so…like, I’m pretty sure there’s a heck of a lot of material out there on that, and how there’s no singular experience of womanhood or universal distinct female socialization that occurs the same way and imparts the same information across all regions and cultures and demographics. Like, I severely doubt that my little mediocre university here in Canada is the only one using the books and readings we did. 

I’m sure I could go find a few dozen textbooks that discuss it (I’d look at my own old textbooks if I wasn’t using my parent’s basement 300km away as a mini storage unit for a lot of my books, given I lack the furniture and space to hold them), but, like, it was something that was present in all my readings involving socialization in any sociology class that brought it up, and even in my applied psych and group psychology classes. Only place I read otherwise were two or three of my gender studies classes when we’d study some second wave feminist writings.

Privilege is something where some folks still cling to the old 1950s-1960s views on how privilege functions, back when theorists happily reproduced notions of oppressions all being separate and distinct from each other, and when theorists were neck-deep in cissexism and refused to actually consider trans and NB people’s existences.

Since then: 

  • the notion of a singular, universally transmitted socialization has been debunked, which troubles some of the assumptions and conclusions
  • Intersectionality has been accepted as the primary valid framework on which to understand lived experiences and power relations, further troubling notions of universal privilege. Because if we can accept that misogynoir is real, and that black women are socialized in different ways than white women are, we must also accept that black men are socialized in different ways than white men, which provides the question of how that intersection of power and marginalization impacts a black man’s ability to harness male privilege, and to which degree, in which regions/cultures/contexts/etc. This of course doesn’t mean privilege isn’t real, but it’s more complex than “You’re a man, you will always have X privileges over women”, for instance.
  • Cissexism has risen to the forefront as a framework to understand trans people’s lived experiences and oppression, which inherently troubles and challenges the notion of “male” and “female” states within the old privilege model (which they accepted as essential and immutable, when sex is actually socially constructed and far more fluid and variable), particularly when describing trans people prior to coming out, since it’s clear that trans people generally do not experience socialization remotely the same as how cis people tend to (and there is obviously always plenty of variation there as well). For instance, any notion of socialization-borne privileges of being “male” for trans women get necessarily called into question, given our socialization trends are significantly different than cis men’s.

Like, I’m sure I could find plenty of external sources saying the same stuff (maybe minus cissexism, which would be limited to trans people’s writings, usually not in academic texts or journal articles, but still perfectly valid) as I wrote above. if I had the energy to run a 20 page google scouring I would, but I don’t. needless to say, though, it’s not exactly farfetched, niche ideas. Folks have been challenging and proving wrong those simplistic notions of socialization and privilege for decades.

Vaticination

(also on ao3)

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Erwin should have seen this coming, but hindsight, as they say, is twenty-twenty.

The plan was: the more decorated officers he brought, the more admirable the Survey Corps would seem, and the more funding they would potentially get from the nobility. Of course the plan didn’t work if all of his most decorated officers were either too anti-social or too in-your-face.

Mike had planted himself by the food table, and had spent the entire time eating and drinking, nose steadily getter redder. Granted, he didn’t get any more talkative, but at least he managed to look stoic and respectable.

Levi and Hange, on the other hand, were wreaking havoc. Levi was sneering at everyone within a ten yard radius, wrinkling his nose and narrowing his eyes whenever someone got any closer than that. Hange was trying to regale people with their titan research and theories, which, while Erwin found them fascinating and informative, most of the nobles did not. They hid their expressions of distaste behind fans and wine glasses and made excuses to escape before too long, faces contorted into barely contained fear when Hange followed them, eyes alight with a near savage fervor.

He should have brought Moblit or Nanaba. While not as highly ranked, they would have behaved, or at least helped Erwin to keep Levi and Hange in line. Hell, he should have brought Eren. His titan-shifting abilities could be considered terrifying, yes, but these people might have seen him as an exotic pet. Something to gawk at and be impressed by. There certainly would have been less probability of someone getting bit by him than by Levi, who looked like he would gladly tear everyone’s throat out.

Erwin sighed for what seemed like the millionth time. He might be able to salvage the night if he could manage to explain Hange’s experiments in a more gentle manner, and get Levi to stop murdering people with his eyes - though any attempt to reprimand him so far had just made everything worse.

“Quite the colorful chain of command you have, Erwin.”

“Dot,” Erwin greeted the older man as he came up and stood next to Erwin. “How are you this evening?”

“A fair deal better than you, I would expect.”

“I’m having a great time,” Erwin said sarcastically.

Pixis chuckled. “Perhaps I can be of service?”

“How so?”

He smiled at Erwin and made his way toward Hange, bowing and extending his hand when he got to them. Hange let out a gleeful cackle and took his hand, and Pixis led them to the center of the dance floor. They were surprisingly graceful - Erwin was not aware that Hange knew how to dance - even if they continued to talk the entire time. Pixis listened with a patient smile, commenting here and there, which made Hange laugh before continuing with even more enthusiasm.

Erwin sighed again, but this time in relief. That was one problem solved. Now if he could just get Levi to–

Oh no. Erwin’s eyes roved around. Where had Levi gone? He got his answer moments later when he spied Levi on the opposite end of the ballroom. With Mike. Levi was licking his lips as he dragged the taller man - who looked more than thrilled by this turn of events - by the belt of his pants away from the refreshments table and out of the room. Well, it seemed that problem was on it’s way to solving itself. Erwin just hoped they would make their way to somewhere secluded before going at each other.

The only thing left was crowd control.

“Did you hear some of the things they were spouting?” a woman from a group of people to his left tittered from behind her hand.

That seemed like a good place to start. He was about to casually slide into the conversation when another person from the group spoke first.

“It’s not a farfetched idea if you think about it,” another woman stated.

“Really?”

“Yes. If you consider…”

Oh? That was interesting. Despite their initial aversion, it seemed Hange’s aggressive ramblings had gotten through to them after all. Maybe all he had to explain away was Levi’s abhorrent attitude.

“He seemed a bit prickly,” a man from a different group commented.

“And who wouldn’t be after all those life-endangering expeditions?” someone asked.

“Besides,” a third man piped up, “if he’s that intimidating on the battlefield, I imagine humanity could conquer the titans yet.”

Another surprise. Erwin’s chest swelled with hope. Perhaps the evening would turn out as well as he predicted, after all.

A few weeks ago, I thought about the Light of Zwei, so I thought I would share it here.

So I’ve been thinking about the Light of Zwei, and I’m not sure if anyone had mentioned anything similar to this yet. Sleuf saw the Light of Zwei when at the Tower of Blaggi which means the Light has a connection with Blaggi. When he sees Leif, it reminds him of the youth he saw in his vision, so most likely the youth is Leif himself.  Leif receives the Blaggi Sword at chapter 23, so when Sleuf tells Leif that he’ll understand at a later time, he’s probably waiting for Leif to actually receive the sword and that’s when he will have understood everything that has been going on. Sleuf does say that the Light was a strong power and the Blaggi Sword is the only weapon capable of beating the Loptyr Sword’s effects, so it doesn’t seem to farfetched of an idea to theorize the Blaggi Sword being the Light of Zwei.  But if that is the case, it still leaves me with more questions. Why is it called “Light of Zwei?” Now the light part is not too complicated. Light could represent how it’s against the Loptyr Sword, which represents darkness; the opposite of dark is light. Or perhaps Blaggi’s power is indicated by a light, similar to how Finn could sense Altena’s Noba aura. But it’s Zwei that leaves me with questions. I wanted to theorize that it was the name of the dragon that gave Blaggi his holy blood, but that leaves me confused as to why the dragon would share a name with one of the deadlords, unless it was just coincidence or the dragon had an attribute with two (like maybe having two heads). I I don’t remember the game presenting anything that would lead any indication on who or what “Zwei” is, so I couldn’t really figure out any reasonable explanation for it. 

Not sure how much closer I got to solving the mystery, but I hope my ideas at least helped bring some other theories to the table, though it makes me sad that this is all just speculation and we’ll never know what the Light of Zwei really is (unless Kaga tells us one day).

Long story short, the Light of Zwei could be the Blaggi Sword, but I have no big indicator on who or what “Zwei” refers too.

Through the shade of Garrett’s rose-tinted sunglasses, clarity of vision was a farfetched idea. Prying eyes, however, had already found piqued interest in his figure. After all, it wasn’t usual that they be greeted with a sight of a bearded man to whom the definition ‘worse for wear’ seemed an understatement, and in his tow, a precious baby in a stroller. “No, I did not kidnap her, if that’s what you’re wondering.” You can’t be too sure, though.  

A Dog is a Dog - Part Two

Summary: The Boys’ hunt gets scuppered by the fact another Hunter beat them to it, but she doesn’t hunt alone
Pairing
: eventual SamxReader
Words
: 1597
Warnings
: Language??
AN: This is for @idreamofhazel‘s Traits of Sam Challenge!!! I decided to do his love of Dogs… but then decided I was gunna put a little spin on that idea…
This is part 2! There will most definitely be a part 3 and potentially a part 4… I have no restraint  XD
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!

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“You… you named a Hellhound – one of the most ferocious beasts of Hell – Berry?”

The disdain in Dean’s voice palpable, causing Y/N to scowl at him as Sam slowly pulled the glasses from his face and handed them to his brother.

“His name’s not Berry… it’s Cerberus. Berry is just… a nickname” she retorted as she started waving her hand up and down in the air. The steady thump, thump on the Motel room floor suggested that ‘Cerberus’ was now steadily hopping up and down on his front paws as he followed her movements, the booming bark that reverberated through the room certainly sounded light-hearted.

If Sam hadn’t still been stood in stunned silence, he would have laughed at how Dean recoiled at the sight of the hound. He almost fell backwards onto the mattress, his green eyes wide as he traced the beast’s movements. Y/N continued to play with him with a small smile on her face.

She ignored them for a moment longer before shutting the door and trailing wearily back to the bed.

“You never told me who you were” she said, gingerly getting back onto the soft duvet and scooting over to the side.

“Yeah, well” Dean started, cringing as the bed dipped beside her, clearly watching Cerberus as he curled up beside his owner, “we had other, more pressing matters on our mind…”

“I’m Sam,” Sam cut in, taking the glasses from his brother and passing them back to Y/N who took them with a small smile, “and this is my brother Dean.”

“Sam and Dean, huh? Wouldn’t happen to be the Winchesters?”

“Yeah, we’re the Winchesters” Dean replied curtly, eyes narrowed on the spot where the hound was probably now lying. “Sorry, lady, but I am not ok not being able to see that thing.”

“Tough luck” she snapped, her hand seemingly curling into thin air as she presumably buried it in her pet’s fur, “I don’t carry spare glasses.” The air between Dean and Y/N was growing steadily colder with hostility, and the two continued to stare daggers at one another. Clearly, Y/N didn’t like people referring to Cerberus as ‘that thing’.

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Gravity

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Genre: angst 

Words: 1,951

Summary: you and daryl have always had a special connection. 

Notes: loosely based off that eric shaw quote, but not really. i actually took time to edit this one, guys! turned out a bit angstier than i intended it to be. emotional daryl, vulnerable reader. enjoy.

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when i found the bow and cuffs I thought ‘hm, this can go two ways’. 

I had to use the ol’ bb.moveobjects trick to get as close as I can for the plate to rest in his hands. i have no photoshop skills to even try and put some plates on them. The hamburger was almost exact but the turkey… let’s call it magic. That goes with the bottles too.

poses by @joannebernice

anonymous asked:

Anything about Sith tattoos! All three of those options sound great!

*claps* Okay! I’ll start off with a few.

1. Sith tattoos cannot be removed. 

Literal poison, as well as Sith magics in some instances, are used to create Sith tattoos. There is probably a way to remove them buried deep in an old holocron somewhere, but as of the Clone Wars era, there isn’t any known way to remove them.

Not only are these things impossible to remove via the usual tattoo removal methods (lasers), but if one were to get scarred, the tattoos would eventually appear on top of the scar tissue. Once these things are on, they’re on.

2. Sith tattoos are written in Sith.

Looking at written Sith language, I don’t think is too farfetched an idea. Perhaps it helps to imbue more power into them via words, old chants or what have you. I assume this has changed over the millennia, and it isn’t always the case with some tattoos, but I still think it’s a cool headcanon.

(Bet you five bucks Palpatine wrote ‘Property of Sidious’ somewhere on Maul.)

3. Sith tattoos can be used for protection or strengthening.

These things don’t just have Sith alchemical magic in them so that they stick. They can also be used for a myriad of other things. Strength. Protection. Forcing someone to stay alive through excruciating pain.

Ngl this one mostly came about because of Maul.

“I survived because of my singular hatred for you” no you fucking didn’t, you dramatic cockroach. You survived because Palps tattooed you with runes that will legit keep your heart beating even if your head is cut off. It’s both a gift and a curse. A gift because, hey. You get to live. A curse because, hey. You get to live. 

I also like to think the eye tattoos Bane and Zannah shared were meant to strengthen their perception somehow, or at the very least to cement the whole Master/Apprentice thing via shared tattoos. Which brings me to my next point…

4. Sith Lords can use the tattoos to keep tabs on their apprentices.

This is an art that few have mastered, since it takes a particular intimacy with the Dark Side as well as extensive knowledge of Sith lore.

So, naturally, Palpatine is quite good at it.

I call bullshit that Palpatine didn’t know Maul was still alive. He did. He so fucking did. He was just pissed Maul failed so he was like “Lmao have fun in the garbage, failure.” Then, when Maul made his return, Palpatine simply kept up the illusion of having no fucking clue what he was up to because he wanted to see how much shit Maul could fuck up. (And then dramatically return and put the fear of Sidious in him on Mandalore.)

By the time of Rebels? I assume Palpatine just doesn’t give a fuck anymore. Maul is washed up. He serves no purpose. Palps has Vader now.

5. Sith aren’t the only ones that use Sith tattoos.

There are multiple Dark Side sects that use tattoos, the most notable being the Nightsister clan. These differ slightly from conventional Sith tattoos, but by and large are pretty difficult to tell apart. 

Mother Talzin has built up the practice of having her sons tattooed at a young age. (Depending on what lore you go by) She tattooed Maul before giving him to Sidious. 

(I personally like to believe Maul has tattoos both from his Mother and from Sidious. In fact, Sidious was clever enough to incorporate Mother Talzin’s work into his own designs, making the final product twice as powerful.)

(He’ll never admit it, though. He hates Talzin.)

anonymous asked:

Could you do prompt 66 for Alex Summers?

Prompt: “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!”


Despite his rough exterior, Alex Summers has always had this protective manner about him, which he a majority of the time took in stride. He was selfless, brave and humble, every quality about him was utter perfection, yet still had doubts. Call him irrational, insane or mad, but he knew the dangers of people getting close to him. Like a majority of mutants that inhabited the earth, his powers were destructive and could easily cause countless deaths—of mutant and non-mutant kind, if he was not careful. He had been careful of becoming close to people, soon enough becoming wary of everyone, making sure to keep his distance. As much as it pained him to do so, he knew it was for the sake of humanity as well as his conscience that he remained isolated.

You were never supposed to be apart of his life, well at least held to the status that you were. He was supposed to stay cautious, push people away for the sake of their own safety, yet somehow you had slipped through the cracks of his barriers. And he hadn’t noticed until it was too late. The two of you met while Charles and Erik were building a team of mutant heroes, over the idea that someday homo sapiens and mutants might one day live together in harmony. It was a farfetched idea, to say the least, but nevertheless the men were promising an oasis inside of a desert; a place for mutants to be safe from persecution. Thus, it was an offer to you, that was too good to pass up.

You met Alex Summers the next day.

Apparently you were not the only one escaping persecution, for a handful of other mutants were there as well. You weren’t sure if any of them truly believed in the mad idea that humans and mutants could live in peace, but nevertheless at least you wouldn’t be fighting that battle alone. All of you were segregated away from the main CIA building, claiming to allow you to adjust to the change of settings, you assumed that to be a load of crap. There were introductions and explanations of mutant abilities, but a majority of the time you weren’t really paying attention. While you were grateful for the sanctuary, you never really signed on to be part of a team—especially one that was willing to fight crime and place their life on the line for it. You introduced yourself, explaining your power which was not only good to have in battle but also fun for recreational use.

Alex hadn’t noticed the way he was staring at you, the way his pupils dilated as he watched you laugh with that twinkle in your eyes. He seemed enchanted by you, enticed by your very being. Little did he know, slowly but surely he had begun falling in love with you. From the fire in your eyes when you unleashed your powers to the utter hoy he would feel when he looked at you. However, being the oblivious boy he was, he hadn’t noticed till Sean and Raven had pointed it out.

“Dude, what’s up with you and [Y/N]?”

Sean’s question had surprised him, nevertheless he shrugged not really sure what the other boy meant with that question. Sure, they enjoyed hanging out together and in training he always made sure to have her back, despite how many times she had to remind him that she had it covered. So, he did the only thing he could do in a situation like that, he shrugged and claimed innocence. But he knew everyone else would call him bluff, which was exactly what they did.

“You’re full of crap, Summers,” Raven chimed in, “it’s so obvious that you love her.”

Her statement had sent a blow to his system and he could swear that his heart skipped a couple of beats. This was everything that he was trying to prevent and yet somehow he still ended up in the same place. At the time, none of them seemed to understand the severity of the situation, yet as you were missing from the conversation; neither did you. After his unresponsive answer, the conversation drifted onto other topics, the group leaving Alex alone with his thoughts.

The impact what they had said didn’t affect you until a few days later.

During the battle of Cuba it was as if all hell had broke loose. While Erik was handling Shaw, the rest of the team was tasked in deflecting and keeping the minions at bay. While the goons provided much more of a challenge than training, it still made your task a bit more difficult, considering the fact that your mind was elsewhere; again.

The last few days in training you had noticed that the blond boy had been kind of distant, well, at least more than usual. You rarely talked and rarely were found near each other, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was ignoring you. Not to mention the fact that the realization had seriously stung, for it was no surprise that you found yourself falling hard for the boy, from the first time he had given you his heart-melting smile. Now, it was like you meant absolutely nothing to him.

“Watch out!”

You were suddenly tackled to the ground, sand flying up and landing on your suit as well as inside your hair. Before you could summon your powers in a last ditch effort to defend yourself, you stopped dead in your tracks, as you saw a familiar pair of chocolate eyes. In this situation, you did the only thing you could do, shoved him harshly off you and moved on to continue fighting—ignoring his eyes boring into your back.

In a matter of minutes the battle was over, Erik killing Shaw and Charles left stranded and paralyzed on the beach. It was utterly silent for the aftermath of battle, perhaps the people left a bit too busy rethinking their guilt and assessing the way things could have gone. You stood alone, not really watching the actions unfolding in front of you, but instead recalling your actions from the battle. Thoughts of him plagued your mind, your last confrontation giving you the most chills, it wasn’t until a warm hand clasped on your shoulder did it draw you out of your never-ending stream of thoughts.

He was the last person that you would ever expect to see right now, but there he was, his eyes steely and lips a firm straight line. The two of you stood silently, none of you really wanting to ignite a conversation, neither did you want to address the elephant in the room and awkward tension that encased the two of you. After a much debated silence, it seemed that Alex had much more to say than you, which was why he spoke first.

“You know a thank you would have sufficed, after all I did save your life.”

That only seemed to engulf you in anger, your fists clenching dangerously by your sides. His arrogant attitude only fueled your urge to punch him in the face and instead of holding it back, like you usually would, you let it loose. Your fist had connected with his jaw, feeling the sting in your hand as you watched him fall back into the sand. You would be lying if you said that didn’t make you feel better, but damn did he have that coming for a while now. He mumbled a string of curse words as he stood, having on of his hands resting on the spot where you had punched him, a bruise already beginning to form.

“I guess deserved that,” he spoke, “but damn, you didn’t have to hit that hard.”

“Maybe if you don’t like an ass all the time, then maybe I wouldn’t have to knock some sense into you.”

The blond let loose a defeated sigh, suddenly fighting himself again. What he wouldn’t give to tell you the truth at a moment like this but at the moment he was utterly frozen, unable to move and unable to summon the courage to say anything; but he knew that he would never forgive himself if he didn’t confess. You were the one thing in his life that he could rely on, if he lost you it would completely end him.

“I don’t deserve someone like you, I’m nothing but destruction and I can’t do anything but hurt you—damn, what I’m trying to say is I’m in love with you, so goddamn in love with you.”

When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then,” you paused, “even when you, yourself, don’t believe you’re good enough for them.”

Carefully, but surely full of a newfound confidence, he closed the space between the two of you, placing a sweet kiss on your lips. The two of you enjoying each other’s company in the midst of a world full of destruction.

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Word Count: 1672

Genre: ANGST FINALLY SOME ANGST

Pairing: Jaehyun/Reader

Request:  jaehyun from nct plss where you like him but you get friendzoned happy ending though AND PLEASE MAKE IT ANGTSY like crying LMAO


Jaehyun and Y/N had been friends for as long as the two could remember. Becoming friends quickly through school, the pair always copying each others homework on the rare case the other had completed the work as well. Movies filled their Saturday nights, while weekdays were spent studying together. The pair had stayed close during high school, both having their own groups of friends but still had made time for each other.

Y/N knew she had feelings for Jaehyun, it was inevitable. Cliche, but inevitable. The way he would wait for her after school and walked her home, claiming creeps walked down her route home and he would have to protect her. The way the pair bounced off of each other when they talked or made fun of his friends. Some of his friends even asked if the two were dating, to which Jaehyun always replied.

“She’s my best friend, maybe even like a sister.” These words would only cause Y/N’s heart to drop at the word friend, and crack at the word sister. Always telling her it was no big deal and the feelings would go away soon she pushed past it.

The end of their senior year was finally upon their class, and after their major exams a student from their class threw a party at their house. It was that day Y/N’s best friend got himself a girlfriend. Ji-eun was a nice girl, she wasn’t perfect, she had her faults like any other normal human being. She trusted Jaehyun when he and Y/N would hang out without her. There was nothing to hate about her and the girl wasn’t going to be petty and hate his girlfriend for the sole fact she was dating the boy Y/N had known, and liked, for years.

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Okay what if...

The reason there aren’t any Night Furies is because just like that one dragon in Rider’s of Berk, it has specific birthing conditions and if the conditions aren’t met then the egg won’t hatch?

Like idk, the Night Fury is the ‘unholy child of lightning and death itself’

What if (and this is a farfetched idea) that simply means any dragon egg, as long as it has died, is blasted by lightning and because of the electric jolt, it revives the egg?

(Farfetched idea 2.0) What if dragons, desperate to heal their egg, would bring it to the highest peak of a mountain and wait for a bolt of lightning?

(Sad idea) what if idk the egg ended up changing color causing the parent to leave it, and because its at the peak, it keeps being blasted until the fetus changes?

(I’m literally just rambling and stuff, feel free to put an input in)

anonymous asked:

I don't really understand why people are freaking out over Spencer's scar? Are they forgetting that her would reopened after playing ping pong with Marco? Or course it wasn't going to be fully healed! And even if it should have looked a little different, how does that prove the twin theory at all?

Yeah, listen. I Googled what the scar of a bullet wound looks like (because I’m a huge nerd, surprise) and what Spencer had looks nothing like it. At all. LOL. But…? This is PLL???? Since when do they research anything? The head writer of this show can’t spell to save her life and also doesn’t understand basic genetics. 

As for its healing process, we literally don’t know how much time has passed. Plus, again, this is PLL. Continuity ain’t their strong point, in case you hadn’t noticed. So again I see people getting the weirdest, most farfetched ideas based on what they want instead of what’s in front of them. I’m not saying the Twincer theory is impossible; I’m saying that poor excuse for a scar doesn’t prove shit.

Sonamy Week Day 2: Blanket

Sonamy Week (Oct 12-16, 2015)

Day 2: Blanket

I actually got the idea to make this a sequel of my story for Day 1. Anyway, hope you all enjoy!


Sonic, with Amy in his grasp, kicked open the door to their dwelling. Amy made the Piko Piko Hammer disappear so the two could make it through the door as she was cradled bridal style. Sonic gently set her down and immediately began to shake like the wet animal he was to detach any loose water that still clung to him. “Gah, Sonic!!” Amy shouted as she shielded her face from the shower of stray water. “Not in the house!”

Sonic’s shake came to a stop and he stood as he continued to drip a little bit. “Sorry Ames.” He grinned a pleadingly.

“Wait here you wet-hog while I get you a towel to dry yourself with.” As she walked off, she too did a little habit of her own to ward away any stray droplets that latched onto her.

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This is a farfetched idea, and probably highly unlikely, but in case Pokemon Ultra Sun and Moon are in an alternate universe consider this:

What if Zinnia comes back? Yeah, I know. Crazy idea, but she’s the one who introduces alternate universes, right? And everyone in Sun and Moon are named after a flower. The name ‘Zinnia’ is also the name of a flower.

It’ll be great to see her again and maybe see more about 'Lorekeepers,’ because the whole concept of them seems really interesting and I’d like to find out more! As well as the Draconid people! Though I know Zinnia left behind her burden as Lorekeeper to pursue a new goal, but it’ll be cool if they bring that back. Even if it can be a whole new character that might have some relation to Zinnia or something.

Two Smoking Guns 25 Finale

Summary: AU: New Job, New class, should be all peaches and cream, except for the fact that your new Boss and your Professor are the most attractive men you’d ever met, and they won’t stop staring at you.

Author: @i4z-0892-imagines

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,022

Warnings: Violence, cursing, mention of suicide

A/N:Okay guys. This is it! the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Give me for feed back!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 -Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17 - Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21- Part 22 - Part 23 - Part 24 -


Jess gasped as he sat down, her pale blue eyes wide like dinner plates.

“He just interrupted girl-time.” She said staring directly at you, Dean looked between you confused, but amused. You covered your mouth with your hands mock gasping as well.

“Yes, yes he did.” You said. Jess shut her eyes and turned her head opening them once she faced him, the look on her face not easy to describe. A mix of good humored joking, offense, and very mild irritation.

“What do you have to say for yourself? Didn’t your mother teach you never to interrupt girl time? Were you raised in a car?” She inquired, leaning forward, her chin in her hands, big blue eyes blinking waiting for him to answer himself. He shifted in his chair, uncomfortable under Jess’s crazed stare.

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My Bromance (Pee Chai) - a slice of a gay teenage boy's life


Warning: May contain
spoilers.

Released on February this year in Thailand, My Bromance has been the talk in some circles. It is a gay-themed coming-of-age film starring not just one, but two Flukes: (Fluke) Pongsathorn Siripinta as Bank and (Fluke) Teerapat Lohanan as Golf. Both boys are products of broken families. Bank and his mum moved in to Golf’s place after their parents got married. At first, Golf was very apprehensive of Bank. Golf is a boy who never gets much attention from his parents and he thinks things have gotten worse after they separated. His dad only showers him with material things and money but lacks the love and warmth parents give to their children.

Bank tries everytime to reach out to his new stepbrother only to be met with hostility. He was turned into a minion doing everything Golf orders him to do: carrying Golf’s backpack, hailing a red truck to school, writing notes, tying Golf’s shoes, to name a few. There might have a been a few hurdles in the beginning but soon enough, they slowly learned the essence of being a brother to one another. And the rest, it’s for you to watch.


Seven years after similarly-themed Love of Siam made waves not just in Thailand but across Asia, My Bromance is set to become the next can’t-get-over movie for many young gay boys out there. I have to admit, I really haven’t moved on LOS even after several years since I have last seen it. Everytime I hear songs from Pchy (one of the lead actors) and his August Band (the band in the movie which transitioned to mainstream), memories and emotions flood back. Even if MB doesn’t involve much music, the storyline is enough for me to look back and go lovecrazy all over again.

If I must put the movie into a few words, I could say it is sort of a slice-of-life. MB has a lighter approach than LOS but has a more refined texture than the latter. LOS was rough and raw. MB was lighthearted and bubbly. The former had an indie movie atmosphere (despite being a mainstream commercial film). The latter had a brighter, more upbeat spirit. But this isn’t a comparison of the two movies. Both of them were great and I would highly recommend them to everyone, gay or straight.

While the story is a reflection of a typical teenage gay guy’s foibles and fumbles, it hardly touched any of the real societal issues surrounding homosexuality in Thailand. It wasn’t meant to ruffle feathers or trigger landslide reactions. Simply, it was the act of skipping stones on a placid lake surface creating ripples on every spot it hopskotches. To put it this way, it was meant to create a network of small talk which could turn big and wide as opposing ripples touch. And big talk it did.

Broken families are bad enough for a child. The stigma of being a bastard haunts his spirit and manifests in his behaviour. What more if your dad’s new wife moves in to your house bringing along her son? Golf’s apprehension towards Bank is understandable. The more Golf slaves Bank, the more Bank does things dutifully for Golf which may explain his sudden air of change. But why does it have to be romantic? I asked that to myself. And there begins my own reflection as a young gay man.


I’ve had (more than) my fair share of misadventures in love. Even higher perhaps than straight people. For young teenage gays (and even men), love is both a gift and a curse. A gift for having that feeling of bliss, a curse for being prone to false hopes and persecution. What Golf may have felt for Bank was real brotherly love after all. However they mistook it as one of a romantic in nature owing perhaps to their longing for a brother figure to enter their lives. Bank never had an older brother. Golf never had a younger brother.

Hence, the longing. At their age, love is a very tricky thing to handle. It could be the worst prank that even the best television show would not dare pull off. If Golf and Bank were not in a familial structure, falling in love wouldn’t have been farfetched an idea. So how can two stepbrothers love each other romantically? Aside from the fact that they know they aren’t blood-related, there’s really not much of an excuse for them not to pursue being a couple other than their parents are married to each other.

In very conservative Thailand, such things are still frowned upon despite the widely believed notion among non-Thais that gays are accepted in their society more than any other Asian country. Golf’s dad and aunt were vehemently opposed to his relationship with Bank. Bank’s mum meanwhile is a submissive housewife typical in Asian patriarchal families where the wife is hesitant to challenge the opinions of her husband. And this is why Golf and Bank had to stay apart. It invokes anger in the hearts of those who are in the same shoes as Golf and Bank, and those who symphatize with young gay boys and men who have to deal with prejudice day by day.


I just noticed though that in LOS and MB, both the families of parents who were opposed to the relationship of their sons are Christian. The religion of Tong’s family in LOS was clearly evident. In MB, just find out for yourself why I say Golf is a Christian.

But then, who are we to judge? As Golf had asked, does love have to be a matter of gender? Is it wrong to love someone of your own just because both of you have the same set of genitals? Is love right even if a gay heart beats the same as anybody else’s heart?

I admire how Thais create gay-themed movies. Less sex, more substance. In my country, gay movies almost always had to have sex. The word “indie” itself had been abused. No wonder the Filipino people has a misconception that independent films equate to pink films that our only out to satisfy the sexual cravings of its niche audience. With LOS and MB, the stories are tied to a reality that is undeniable: that love transcends gender, age, and belief. And a terrible reality that this kind of love is less of a bliss than its sugarcoated surface may suggest. If LOS is sad enough, MB will make you cry buckets.


For nearly eighty percent of the movie, I watched it with my hands in cringe position. I banged the table, knocked my head down several times, and dropped S and F bombs (and some locally made PI missiles too) on every intense moment, whether it be cheesy, envious, or sorrowful. But for the most part, it was because I was envious of every cheesy moment. With two eyecandies as lead actors, who wouldn’t fall in love with them? Or at their story? It was my ideal kind of bromance. A goodlooking couple, a sexy one too, not to say. And there are lots of goofy and cheesy moments to share with. The second half of MB also somewhat satisfied the sexual fantasies each young gay boy wishes to do with their crushes. (And oh, did I say that Golf and Bank had sex? Yes, there was a slight reference but the act was never portrayed.)

Overall, I find MB a certified can’t-get-over movie especially for young gay boys and men out there. There was a cuteness overload and your movie companion can’t blame you for the constant arm spanking and cheek squeezing. I just didn’t expect how the movie ended. But that’s yours to find out. So have you found your bromance today? Or are you just about to find yours? Me too.