for friendship perhaps

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top 15 rwby duos - as voted by my followers

#14. Blake Belladonna + Weiss Schnee

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the olicity q: [16/?]

People are going to disappear from your side, and that’s okay.

I have no friends from my elementary school left. Yes, I had friends, but they aren’t in touch with me anymore. I drifted apart from them, because we found ourselves liking other things.

We moved on, and that’s okay. We were growing up.

I have no friends from my middle school days left. My circle of friends changed, and I found myself liking more people who defied the odds. Who challenged authority. Who questioned the world we lived in. However, most of them grew out of the things I liked, and I stayed loving my childhood cartoons and fantasy stories.

They moved on, but I didn’t, and that’s okay.

I kept a few of those friends throughout high school. I also gained a few friends. I was really into Anime at this point, and a lot of my friends were too. It was a common place we could find refuge in from the real world, while also finding stories to fit the real world into the ideals we found necessary.

I have one good friend left from high school. I still talk to a few on a rare day to day basis. Most have moved on, had kids, and made a life for themselves. Some went to the other side of the country, and some have moved to other countries. Some became too busy with life to hang out anymore, and others wish they could’ve stayed in touch but never found the time. 

Their lives went in different directions than mine, and that’s okay.

Along my path of life, I keep meeting new people, and meeting new friends. Some with only one thing in common and desperate for someone to listen to them. Some with a plethora of things in common that click instantly. Some friends I can’t imagine my life without anymore. I never know who I’m going to find.

But eventually, even now, the friends I meet might disappear in the future, and that’s okay.

We are ever changing as humans, but we are never alone forever. Some people are walking very close to our path, just out of eyesight, because they weren’t meant to meet us yet. Others are too afraid to walk on our path. And some friends are in the line of our horizon, waiting for us to catch up.

And yes, there are going to be times when you’re walking alone. It’s going to feel like no one is going to join your path. You’re going to feel like everyone hates you, and wonder why no one wants to be your friend.

It doesn’t last forever, I promise.

So remember, when you feel alone, that all of your friends are leaving, that the world is never going to be the same, that you’re not worth keeping around, it’s not forever. It’s life transitioning.

And that’s okay.

A Love Letter

For all its shortcomings towards the end of its run, xxxHOLiC still holds a special place in my heart.

If you’re not familiar with it, xxxHOLiC is a manga series written and illustrated by CLAMP, a prolific, all-female group of Japanese manga artists who have been creating since the mid-eighties. (Their body of work includes classics such as Magic Knight Rayearth, Angelic Layer, Cardcaptor Sakura, and Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle.)

The story follows Watanuki Kimihiro, a high school student who strikes a deal with a witch. If he becomes her assistant, she’ll take away the power that leaves him plagued with visions of ghosts and monsters. But because it’s such a big wish, he’ll have to work for her for…a while. Maybe forever. So he becomes the witch’s cook, maid, and errand-boy, all wrapped up in one.

Although it runs parallel to and intersects with other CLAMP stories, xxxHOLiC stands fully on its own as a horror story about desire and addiction. The series consists of short arcs and one-shots, each centering on a particular customer – both average humans and fantastic spirits. Like Watanuki, each has a wish. Like Watanuki, each must pay a price. Sometimes the cost is as simple as a lock of hair, but other times it wreaks catastrophe on the rest of their life. Thus each customer’s story becomes an exploration of different aspects of desire – addiction to social media, academic ambitions, the desire to see a loved one again – and the effects it can have on one’s life.  

There are many lovely things about this manga: the gorgeous art style, Watanuki’s temper tantrums, the pervasive creepiness.  But the best part is the witch, Yuuko. Not only is she a total troll with a wicked sense of style, she is constantly dropping truth bombs:

Yuuko and xxxHOLiC were hella formative for me.

kajuned  asked:

Hey, I'm curious. Is there anything psychologically different between Novel-Izaya and Anime-Izaya, and is there any difference between Novel-Shizuo and Anime-Shizuo?

Oh my, where do I even begin?

There are definitely things psychologically different from Novel-Izaya and Anime Izaya. 

(Fun fact - Anime is an anagram of Namie, I just mispelled it lol) 

I talked about it in this post some time ago. Generally, anime Izaya is made to seem invincible especially in the first season. And because they left out important novel scenes, there’s inconsistency in his character. For example, how did he get knocked out so easily by Slon while talking to Kujiragi when he had the advantage before? It was actually because Kujiragi mentioned Shizuo and Izaya ‘fell silent’. She spoke about Shizuo being a hindrance and thanked Izaya for landing him in jail. 

Whether he was worried about Shizuo or not, Izaya’s moment of silence and the description of his bad feeling shows that he’s not invincible even though he suddenly seemed to gain the upper hand. He was affected by his human feelings and emotions when Kujiragi mentioned Shizuo, for whatever reason. 

I took that as a Shizaya moment because it was very unusual for Izaya. But the point is, Izaya has human feelings and emotions that can render him vulnerable to unexpected consequences and is definitely not invincible, even though he may seem like it. 

This link was something the anime left out, the novels expands on this further with his conversations with other characters and the telephone pole scene where he punched a telephone pole as he thought of betraying Shinra. 

In retrospect Shinra, who lived confidently above this world, did invoke some jealousy in him.

Yet he was attempting to betray even a friend like that. Not a friend by Izaya’s standards, but a “friend”  as defined by most people in the world.

He’ll probably be mad at me if he finds out that I went to meet Celty taking the head with me.


“Haha!”

Izaya couldn’t help but laugh slightly as he pictured his only “friend” by the world’s standards getting mad at him.

There is nothing to be afraid of.

This is the way I have lived my life all along, he laughed as he thought  –

                                                                                                     Laughed  –

                                                                                                       Laughed –                                                                                                            
                                                                                                         Laughed –

He clenched his right fist and slammed it hard into the telephone pole next to him.

- Durarara Volume 9

This was a very important scene in Izaya’s character development especially after they showed his past with Shinra, his only friend. It shows Izaya’s conflict over his own desires which has governed the way he has lived all along and one of his only two relationships - the friendship he has with his only friend. Izaya was affected by a human relationship, and it really shows he isn’t some villain but just an abnormal human who is eternally true to his own desires (but is still affected by relationships like everyone else)

I’m working on a theory for Izaya’s attachment to humanity. It’s taking much longer than I thought since I lack the time to sit down and finish it. But I intend on showing how Izaya is actually very human. It will of course include reference to the Shinra stabbing incident as Izaya said himself it was probably the only thing that affected the formation of his personality in a significant way. I’ll also refer to the interviews about Izaya in his novel. So I’m currently integrating all the information together, both old and new about Izaya to formulate a theory that may explain Izaya’s attachment to humanity. You might want to look out for that if you’re interested in the psychology of novel Izaya. 

Other than novel Izaya not being invincible (both psychologically and outwardly), I guess another psychological difference would be that Izaya is actually a very private person. The impression I got from the first season was that Izaya was a very open person (not open-mindedness, as in socially open). 

But Izaya behind all his talk and interaction is actually very private. You don’t see it in the anime, but in the novel he thinks to himself a lot, reflects quite a bit, and generally is…very confident in his own identity internally. For example, Mikado’s first impression of Izaya was not that he was a weird person, but that he looked like an ‘intellectual that gave tuition in some remote district’. It speaks to the demeanor novel Izaya has that Mikado would form such an impression of him. 

Even though he might seem open with humans, Izaya actually keeps to himself a lot. Shinra said himself in his interview that Izaya’s not the type to stand in front of people. You can see that in both the novel and anime version of middle school Izaya. While he was portrayed like a rebel in the anime, in the novel he was just distant and enjoying observing humans. He was actually a model student, not a rebel, so that’s another difference in portrayal there. 

What a strange guy. 

I’ll just keep observing him in the future.

But I have to watch out. Getting too close to him might be dangerous.

So this is just a small scene when Izaya thinks as he watched Shinra leave to go home to Celty (though he didn’t know that yet). But even with Shinra Izaya is already distancing himself. He tells himself he can’t get too close to Shinra, can’t let himself be too affected and involved in their friendship. Perhaps he’s apprehensive Shinra wouldn’t satisfy his expectations, perhaps he just doesn’t want to become like everyone else - whatever the reason is, Izaya has, since young, kept a distance between himself and humans. So much that he has to be ‘wary’ when he feels himself getting closer to Shinra than necessary.

At first sight, he looked like a gentle-natured man of slender build, but his features had a relative sharpness in them, making him the perfect exemplification of the word “handsome”. He was smiling as if willing to accept anything in the world as part of him; yet at the same time his eyes shone without mercy as if he held contempt for everything except himself. The way he dressed was idiosyncratic, but it was hard to point at why. Overall, he gave an elusive and mercurial vibe.

- Durarara Volume 5

What are the implications of this? Well, it just shows how distant Izaya is from humans. And how he keeps to himself. Even though he’s handsome, it doesn’t matter to him, and he may only use his good looks for human observation and not any socialization. He has a stable internal perception of his love for humans, so he’s willing to accept anything, but at the same time he’s the only one who understands his love for humans so he holds a contempt for everything except himself. 

One reason why could be his tendency to keep things to himself and how he’s a private person. Like, he says he loves humans and declares love for humans but except with Shinra (and a reluctant Shizuo), doesn’t try to form any sort of relationship with them. He doesn’t try to connect to them in a way they can understand (maybe because he can’t because of his upbringing) and so they can’t understand him. And so he’s left with him only understanding himself and being shunned and outcast from society, which will naturally breed contempt.

That might be why Izaya seems mysterious and ‘elusive’ - because he’s such a private person. He’s more introverted in the novels, in that it seems natural for him to be alone with his thoughts. I guess you can kind of see this in Volume 5 where he’s shown to have stayed at an internet cafe alone while working on his plans for the city, left alone and walked away alone, he basically just does things alone.

Novel Izaya is also not in control of everything. Well you can see that in the anime as well when he got knocked out twice. But I mean, he’d move the piece that will give him the most advantage, but generally he’s open to any result. He just seems like he’s in control all the time because he accepts everything that happens (except with Shizuo). Because he loves humans unilaterally and doesn’t have any personal feelings or relationships with them (except Shinra and Shizuo) So again, he’s not invincible in his predictions. He does have some idea of how things will go and what he wants to see, but he’s less of a ‘mastermind’ in that sense. He’s still a mastermind, but has less of the ‘mastermind mindset’? In that he doesn’t expect everything to go according to plan. 

And I suppose novel Izaya is more sensitive. You don’t see it in the anime, but when he was left out of hotpot, it was mentioned he ‘felt more lonely than usual’. Tsukumoya said that he’s lonely but accepts that loneliness. And he was not happy at being left out of the events of Volume 4, which is part of the reason why he wanted the ‘city’s holiday’ to be over. He’s more human in that sense. Like, he’s a logical minded man, but he actually acts on his feelings quite a bit. He is affected by his feelings, sometimes even driven by them (like in the death match with Shizuo) and is definitely human.

Also, novel Izaya is more like a child. As in, there are various times in which he’s described like a kid having fun. So in that sense he really doesn’t have any malice. He just wants to see, like a kid discovering more about the world. Shiki agrees with this, in both the novels and his interview for Izaya’s novel. I’ll be expanding on this with my Izaya attachment theory in the future. 

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I really hope that Chloe is the first to discover Ladybug’s identity.

NOW BEAR WITH ME FOR A SECOND, OKAY?

I know how wild that sounds. Chloe is a brat. She’s a loudmouth and a bully, yes, but that’s exactly why I need it to be her. The scorn of the entire student body isn’t enough to make her realize that what she does to everyone around her is awful, but Ladybug is someone she looks up to and highly admires. Discovering that the person she idolizes is also the person she bullies on a regular basis would be the best way to put everything into perspective for her. She would never bully Ladybug the way she bullies Marinette, and I think she, herself, would realize that and finally understand that she’s been MEAN. This would open up doors for an apology (for everyone, not just Marinette,) and, with work, an eventual friendship, perhaps?

I don’t want a redemption arc for her that doesn’t include some kind of epiphany for her. She needs to acknowledge that she’s done wrong and at least ATTEMPT to be better for it. I don’t like that Chloe is this one-dimensional bully, and I know a lot of others feel the same. I want to see her grow into something much more; I believe she has the potential. Please don’t let her get off scott-free from her past. PLEASE.

GIVE ME A CHLOE THAT CAN LEARN AND GROW, DANG IT. THIS IS ALL I ASK.

do you ever just like suddenly realize that you would totally date one of your friends

not like you actively have a crush on them or anything

but like “you are so amazing and great and if you wanted to date me i would be extremely okay with that plan, but if you don’t want to do that i am content to never mention anything about it and i will happily continue being friends and enjoying you platonically”

Revolutionary Girl Utena: Complete Triggers Guide

 
Revolutionary Girl Utena (Shoujo Kakumei Utena) is a 1997 anime directed by Kunihiko Ikuhara.  Utena Tenjou is an eighth-grade girl who wishes to become a prince, and because of it gets caught up in a strange dueling game played by her fellow middle- and high-schoolers. As Utena fights to protect – and befriend – Anthy Himemiya, her shy classmate but also the mysterious Rose Bride at the center of the duels, the stakes become higher and the game more dangerous. 

Utena is an amazing and very worthwhile anime, but it is also an extremely intense and disturbing one. I love the show, but it is irresponsible to recommend it to people without a warning about the subject matter. I believe Utena has the potential to be be very cathartic and comforting for people, especially wlw, who’ve experienced trauma, but also very dangerous with regard to triggers. I’ve put together this guide so that people curious about the show can be forewarned and watch it in safety, or choose not to if they deem it too disturbing.

Many thanks to the volunteer editors/proofreaders who helped me complete this!

🌹 @sallyjessyrofl​ 🌹 @autisticbutchgabrielle​ 🌹 @meowmagica 🌹 @tartancrusader 🌹 @amphiaria 🌹 @omelasomelette

And to the people who’ve submitted corrections:

@marquisnaberius  🌹 @ lesbeanfrodo

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Notes on: radical aloneness

Last fall, I presented a paper on relationship anarchy. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the term (or concept), it can loosely be understood as a style of interpersonal relationships that doesn’t prioritize or hierarchialize relationships with others based on what takes place within them, at least a priori. In short, there’s a uniqueness to each relationship which makes their translation between relationships difficult to gather––a kind of ineffability that gets lost or violated in the transition. So, for example, you may relate with someone in a way that tends to be more like friendship: perhaps you sometimes get together for coffee, talk about things that are going on with your life, go for walks, make dinner together sometimes, etc––but, sometimes you mess around, not too often, but sometimes. Then, you may have another relationship that is a bit more weighty––for one reason or another it’s got a trajectory that shoots out into the future, a place where you may see yourself growing vegetables and living together, sharing projects, intertwining intricately. And then, just to have more than two examples, you may have a friend that is more traditionally just a friend: you watch hockey together, talk about books you’ve been reading, get a drink, whatever. There’s a complex calculus taking place in all of these relationships, a shifting definition, murky waters, not only interrelationship but intrarelationship, as well––just because you fucked around last time doesn’t mean it’ll definitely happen this time, just because you didn’t hold one another last time doesn’t mean you won’t this time, etc. 


The point being is that, out of the gate, you can’t prioritize based on the activities that go on within the relationship––the only thing that can be said is that the relationships differ. Now, in lived experience, you may want to spend more time with the person who you see yourself growing vegetables with (this is one of the miserable aporias of existence: love seems infinite, but time isn’t…) but this isn’t because you have sex or because you don’t have sex, it isn’t because they’re “more than a friend” or whatever coarse terminology is hoisted upon it––it’s because that’s the way that relationship goes, its particular mode––you require more time with them for one reason or another: they ignite you, they unravel you beautifully, they support you unflinchingly, they catalyze splendid complexity and nuance.

After I presented this paper, I spent some time with one of my former professors, a vibrant and shimmering man with a long philosophical history, but more importantly an insatiable thirst for life, gaiety, and joy––his continuing project being resolutely existential and affirmative. As we rode the bus late at night, he said to me something to the effect of: I absolutely loved your paper, why would we ever want people to be with us who don’t want to be with us? Why would we ever want to exercise power and control over loved ones, for that negates or corrodes love, rots it constitutionally. And then, in passing, right before I got on the bus I was transferring to without him, he said something to the effect of: what you need to be able to do relationship anarchy well is an incredible amount of radical aloneness. At the time, this comment slid right off me, it didn’t stick for an instant longer than hearing it and offering a surface response without thinking, “Yeah, you’re right, I think.”

What does radical aloneness mean, anyway. To me, it’s some sort of commitment to your shit, what you’ve got going on, a wellness and health that supports engagements with others, comes to the rescue when you want to lash out and heave at others, take people down because of your own insecurities. One who has cultivated an abundant radical aloneness can let the other be because they’ve got their own projects and projections, their own vital flow. If the one they love wants to be with others for whatever reason, they can be upset and bothered, even jealous of course, but on the whole everything is okay, for they are fecundity. You only know you haven’t cultivated radical aloneness when it’s too late, when you need it, unfortunately. Radical aloneness shouldn’t be equated with the singular or the individual either––sometimes radical aloneness means that you have fostered relationships with others that support you and supplement you. Other times radical aloneness means being actually alone, but alone is of course always populated by others as well, even if you’re alone in space at a given time.

Events of late have lead to reflect upon the ways that I create, sustain, and tend to my sense of radical aloneness. I think that, in other circles, this would be taken up as self-care, but this is unfortunate, I think. Radical aloneness can encompass what is broadly construed as self-care, sure, but sometimes radical aloneness means fleeing the self, evacuating the self’s rigid postures and habits, and setting out on unforeseen trails––instead of watching over the self, dismantling the self, letting the light shine in, opening up a window, cracking things up a bit. Maybe I’m being too fine with distinctions, but I think there’s a difference. Beyond that, I think that radical aloneness is the wellspring of being with others confidently and creatively: it is from this shimmering becoming that we can glow with others, connect with others in productive and dazzling ways. Radical aloneness as generative and combinatorial, experimental and stochastic, seeking to build and proliferate. Sometimes self-care is necessary to do this: sometimes you just need someone to make you an avocado sandwich, but an avocado sandwich isn’t going to propel you into radiance, just get you into the position where you can once again have the opportunity to luxuriate.

Maybe in subsequent posts I can explore the ways in which I cultivate this radical aloneness, or perhaps the times when it would have been immensely useful to have access to. 

Crash course: alterous/QP relationships

friendship: i have a desire to be around you because I enjoy your company

close friendship: we share more intimate details and are very comfortable in each other’s company, do not want to lose relationship.

best friendship: you have chosen this person(s) as your favorite, most trusted person(s), would probably put your life on the line for them, and would want them around permanently.

alterous/qp relationship: you have experienced your feelings exceeding that of friendship, or perhaps just changing to be different. You now care more deeply about your best friend(s) than you had before or do so in a new, different manner; and your desires for intimacy and permanence with them has gone past what it once had. Sexual attraction may or may not have become a factor. You may or may not desire more physical contact and reminders of your affection. You may even proceed to make plans such as living together with full commitment, adoption of kids, or even marriage for benefits, or you may not. However, you are not in love, do not have romantic desires, and do not wish to refer to your relationship as romantic or replicate one. It feels like a space in-between romantic and platonic.

Romantic relationships: you love and/or are are romantically attracted to your partner(s). You may pattern your relationship in a typical romantic manner or not, but you are intending on loving them in a romantic way and/or behaving in a romantic manner.


Some people see alterous/qp attraction as unworthy of identifying because they view it as a progressive step in an intended romantic relationship; many others view it as the endgame for their intimate relationships because they are incapable of romantic relationships. Others view all these relationships as unrelated and their own thing. One relationship is not more important than the other, either way.

starlightmagika  asked:

If you're still taking requests, Genyatta, "photos"?

Never written Genyatta before! I’ll give it a shot!

Zenyatta floated in front of Athena’s screen, staring at a large projection of a group photo of the original Overwatch operatives all smiling and waving at the camera. He had taken an interest in looking more into the history of Overwatch, looking through at photos of its different members, how the organization had once been in its golden days. He was learning to put names to faces now. He hit a key and the photo changed to one of Singh, Mirembe, and Gabrielle all grinning in the Orca and looking scratched up enough for Zenyatta to assume the photo was taken after a mission. He hit a key on the keyboard and the photo changed to a photo of McCree and Gabriel Reyes at a bar with Dr. Ziegler, McCree giving Reyes bunny ears with the fingers of his prosthetic arm, The next photo, apparently taken seconds later, was of Reyes holding McCree in a headlock while Dr. Ziegler was yelling in the background. The photo after that was of a young Reinhardt hoisting both Ana and Jack over his head with ease while Winston had Reyes hoisted above his head and was clearly struggling a bit more with Tracer laughing off in the photo’s corner. 

“Master?” Zenyatta heard Genji’s voice behind him and turned.

“Oh, hello, my pupil,” said Zenyatta, turning his attention to the next photo of Torbjörn and Dr.Ziegler at a halloween party, “Was there something you needed?”

“I am fine,” said Genji stepping up alongside Zenyatta and looking at the screen with him, “I could not find you by the cliffs or on the observation deck. I did not expect to find you in here.”

“I thought it appropriate to better understand Overwatch and those who have been a part of it if I am to join it,” said Zenyatta, gesturing at the photo. He hit a key again to a photo of Jack Morrison asleep at his desk with a pile of paperwork on it.

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anonymous asked:

I figure most fans can agree that the game tells us rather than shows us that Noct & Luna are [Supposed To Be] in love (unless you don't, that's cool too) & it makes that 2nd end-credit scene sit really odd for me since all of the emotional weight is really with the bros not with Noct & Luna's relationship & I feel they didn't earn it, you know? & tbh sometimes I'm just kinda bummed Noct wasn't fishing or doing something fun, they're just /sitting/ & Luna doesn't even get a chair. Thoughts?

Yeah, I’m a fan that agrees that Luna and Noctis are a little bit odd, considering that they’re such an odd dynamic compared to the natural relationship of some of the others characters (particularly Noctis and the boys). It’s understandable in that sense too, considering that Noctis and Luna only were able to communicate through a book for 12 years, I think? It’s a little bit of an odd thing, since these two should honestly have a genuinely beautiful relationship – and they most certainly could. But the way the game handled these two was kind of a bummer, to be honest. There could have been alot of potential with it if they handled it a bit better.

But I can also see how Noctis and Luna remain canon, too. Like, they managed to keep in contact through a book for twelve years, and it seems kinda like ‘Eeeh. It’s a book.’ But think of it this way too: the book is kinda like a letter from a friend – correspondence of lovers and allies over years upon years. It’s almost like being able to talk to someone every day or when you can, see their messages pop up in your inbox or mailbox, and realizing that just because you don’t see this person, you know they exist. Their voice can be imagined through the letters sent to you. Their recollection, their thoughts, their experiences. These two would send letters and notes to each other in books for twelve years until the fateful day where they would one day be married – lovers finally having the moment to potentially reunite after a twelve year friendship that perhaps blossomed into something more.

Just because you don’t see a face in person doesn’t mean that you’ve lost the ability to love them or care about them, you know? In older days, soldiers and lovers would exchange letters to one another, poets and muses share stories and tales – in a way, Noctis and Luna are similar. The thought of waiting eagerly for a letter or note from someone you care for, the little exchanges that feel restricted and forgotten, it’s almost enlightening and heartwarming to receive a message from someone you were so close to and still want to be close to.

In a way, it’s like the cyber conversations people have with each other on the internet. You wait eagerly for a message for someone you may or may not have met before or in a long time, but you still want to talk to them, to see them, because despite not seeing their face unless through pictures or drawings, you still don’t really lose your friendship with them. It’s just as if you were talking to them in person, just not face-to-face unfortunately.

Perhaps not as fast as being able to send a message or post a note with the utmost of speed, but they still managed to keep in touch through the book. Like, there’s the whole ‘Why not just call?’ And the justification is that Lucis is far more technically advanced than Tenebrae was, restricting technological communication. But it’s also the fact that these two were probably so young before they could use phones or other means of communication too. The notebook worked, so why not stick with it? But I digress on that. Despite it not being fast, they still managed to talk, tell each other their stories, and acted as if it were just like writing to a friend and love, a message you eagerly wait for that, when it arrives, it immediately brightens your day and brings a smile to your face.

The unfortunate thing about all of these thoughts is that we never really got to see the moments where Lunafreya would send Noctis notes and maybe little doodles about how her training as Oracle is going or the messages and pictures Noctis would send to Lunafreya about how he’s been handling school and about the new friend he made in high school. The little messages and interactions that mean the whole world to the two until one day, when Niflheim’s occupation would end, the two can finally meet in person and tell each other all that they talked about in person finally.

So yeah, I’m a little bummed out about the whole Noctis/Luna dynamic never really was handled that well, but I still don’t write out the potential that the relationship has either. I may have other ships I prefer, but I still like Noctis and Luna as a ship too. There’s a charm about the ‘letters from a lover’ trope that I really like~

Drunk in Love || Jun x reader

✦Word Count: 1696

✦Genre: Fluff, hints of angst?

✦Blurb: Being best friends with Jun for such a long time, it was no surprise when you realized that you had feelings for the boy. The only problem was what you were to do with the information. [ Requested by Alana ]

✦A/N: Y/F/N would be your friend’s name.(:

“You’re not going to wait for Jun?” Your friend blinked at you in surprise when you suggested to stop by a café on the way home. These days, you had been walking home with her instead of Jun and your contact with him had become minimal. It was different, not having him by your side making greasy comments and nudging you every chance he got. You had tried to brush all thoughts of him aside, even though it wasn’t working so well.

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Demigod

one-shot for @jilychallenge - february 2017

@gryffindormischief vs @woollfs (previously gxnevras)

prompt: so I’m a greek god and you’re a demigod who I turned up to curse because man you screwed up, but honestly that face is too cute to turn into a minotaur au

A/N: so this goes over 5900 words HA.  Not Greek gods but it’s all about gods/demi gods and whatnot.  Also it’s loosely based on the Epic of Gilgamesh so if you recognize anything that’s why. :)  @petalstofish this is it!!!! :) <3

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A sharp wind licks across the steep rock outcropping that cuts into the emerald landscape below, far enough down that vertigo kicks in for even the bravest.  Aside from James.  He’s traveled these lands enough times that nothing but that initial free-hand slide over the side to whatever makeshift handholds he can find will even bring his pulse above a resting heart rate.

Tucking the remnants of his lunch into his rather Spartan pouch – wouldn’t do to climb on a too full stomach – James tightens his belt, stretches his limbs, and strides toward the precipice with the casual purpose of someone who knows themselves and their task. That is until the scratching of claws – four sets if his ears are to be believed – scrape across the rough hewn stone.

James turns at the last minute, even his highly trained senses too slow to defend beyond raised forearms protecting his chest and head.  His vital organs should be well enough protected by the stiff leather that wraps around his middle, although his legs are vulnerable beneath the soft, worn cotton of his dark green trousers.

All this slips through his mind like a well-worn checklist – a product of years spent fighting and defending and being generally heroic – in the brief moments before the large, dark beast descends on him, the impact of its hulking form nearly knocking him to the ground.

As it is, he stumbles back a few steps which is a few more than he’s surrendered to any opponent since he counted his age in double digits.  Considering the circumstances, he lets the injury to his pride roll off his proverbial back as he flips the beast over his literal one and James quickly grabs his newly sharpened dagger from his boot.

With a few huffs that almost sound like indignant laughter, the dog like monstrosity stalks closer again and the two circle each other warily.

Relying on the adage of fortune favoring the bold, James quickly closes in on his opponent, its back to the sharp cliff as he wields his dagger expertly.  And yet despite his prowess, each swipe and thrust is easily evaded despite the rather heavy appearance of his foe.

Their single combat proceeds in this fashion for a time, neither gaining ground, neither surrendering, until James finally sees his chance and herds the beast toward the edge.

In the split second before he intends to push it over, delivering it a fairly sympathetic death as these things go, the monster shifts before his eyes, thick dark fur melting from its body and revealing taught olive skin, but the silver-grey eyes remain the same.

Momentarily caught off guard, the beast – man – grasps at his forearm desperately.  James narrows his hazel eyes inquisitively, jerking the man back from the sharp drop and shoving him toward his abandoned campsite.

Smirking rather arrogantly for a man who just barely escaped death’s clutches, his companion pushes up onto his hands, legs extended in front casually as if spending a lazy day picnicking by the lake.  “Quite the fighter then.”

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anonymous asked:

Whats say you about the Bromance between Shiro and Keith? Is their relationship familial (blood or bond), mentor/student or more?

Whooo I am so heavily biased about this for reasons but I’ll try to answer you straight. This is going to be long. (Voltron Legendary Defender Spoilers Ahead)

Originally posted by gaytakashishirogane

Keith’s very first dialogue in the entire show is Shiro’s name. It’s not said like someone who just recognizes someone and is surprised, it’s meaningful. Keith’s eyes do the shaky animation thing where the person is highly emotional. He knows him, as most of us can tell, and you are right that the question is how?

Look at his face. Anyway, moving on. 

Sorry. Not done. Shiro is dead weight here and like twice Keith’s size, how does he even manage this? Keith is also, understandably, very concerned for the changes Shiro has undergone. 

So how does Shiro react to Keith? (Who, by the way, states later that he’s not much of a hug person, doesn’t really touch the other Paladins except in emergencies, and yet initiates contact here.)

Again, it’s familiar. There’s no scene where Keith introduces himself, like the other Paladins do, and Shiro genuinely wishes he could answer Keith’s broken question of where he’d been. This isn’t just a case of hero worship like Lance, they are mutually familiar with each other from the start. 

EDIT: A nice anon reminded me of another couple of things here in this scene. 

First, Shiro’s statement here:

Sounds an awful lot like they had some kind of relationship where it would be expected for Keith to come save Shiro, if only in the way it’s said. 

Secondly, the others rescued Shiro while he was still dressed in his prisoner’s outfit:

And then later, after hiding out at Keith’s shack, Shiro has clothing that fits:

It wouldn’t have been hard for the writers to leave him in the prisoner garb and then just give him new clothes when they get to the castle, but hey, if Keith’s got some clothing for him, that works too. They’re also nowhere near the same size, meaning it could have been Shiro’s to start with. Shiro probably had to wear a vest because of his dang arms.

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They also continue to be super protective of each other throughout the season:

Shiro saves his butt here, and at other times acts as Keith’s anchor and encouragement. As for Keith: 

Also, in the scene when they are training for the first time, as well as others, Keith does something reckless to defend him. (Mysteriously, no one else responds to Shiro’s absence here, nor do they say they want to help.)

Concerning your specific questions: 

  • Familial?
    • Blood?: I don’t think so. Keith is stated to be an orphan, so even if they messed up the ages enough where it was physically possible, Shiro’s not his dad. I don’t think he’d be a blood brother either, for the reasons outlined in the next point.
    • Bond?: Family is a running theme in this show, Pidge’s and Lance’s being key points to who they are as people. If there were a brotherly bond between these two, in the case that they were raised together, there’s plenty of opportunities for this to have been mentioned. None of the other pilots (looking at you, Lance, Mr. “Shiro is my hero” and “Keith is my rival”) mention anything about Shiro having a brother, and as famous as he is, you’d think someone would know. There’s also how they refer to each other, not a single ‘bro’ or referring to each other as ‘brother’ in sight. 
    • Possibility: At the outset of their friendship (or perhaps a bit later, since Keith can be prickly) Keith latched onto Shiro as someone he could actually depend on, and their interactions became deeper than friendship, like a familial bond. 
  • Mentor/Student?
    • This one holds a lot of water, the only issue being age. Dreamworks’ ‘canon’ says they are all teenagers, putting Shiro at a max of 19. For this ‘canon’ interpretation, I really can’t see Keith as younger than 17 or 18, else when he was kicked from the Garrison, he would have gone back into foster care, not given free reign to go to the desert and live in a shack. Shiro at most could have been an upperclassman (especially if Keith got held back a year for something) that helped him along. It’s a cute idea, and does explain why Keith is so ready to follow him. 
    • Ignoring Dreamworks’ current canon as as bull as making Allura’s strength stat significantly lower than Hunk’s, we’ve got a bit more wiggle room for this one. If Keith was 19 or 20, and Shiro is sitting pretty at 23 or 24, the Mentor/Student between an Undergrad and a Grad makes a lot more sense. Also the whole Kerberos deal. Just saying.
      • Quite honestly, first watching it I thought the Garrison was a trade school you went to after high school, which makes sense as they were fighting for a spot in a designation, such as fighter or cargo pilot. This would put them at early college ages, and yes, college students look like that. You remember High School Musical? Those people were played by college age people. Our perception of age is warped. (Still not over Hunk saying give it the old college try, so I’m just going with this headcanon/au/whatever.) 
  • More?
    • I’m going to be honest, I ship them. Hard. But I really don’t think, as cute as the idea is, that they were romantically involved before Kerberos. Not canonically, anyway. If they were supposed to be, neither of them (really mainly just Shiro) have acted like it. There’s the idea that that is something Shiro forgot, on top of everything else, so it’s possible, but I hesitate to think that’s the route the writers are going (also, OW WHY DO THIS TO ME?). It seems more like crushing right now, if they are putting anything in. (Doesn’t mean we can’t dream.)
    • A lot of the writers and voice actors ship Sheith. I’m not making this up: see here
    • I respect that due to some people’s headcanons about the characters, the ship squicks them out. That’s cool, we all have our own preferences. I tag things both so I can find them later and so people don’t get too uncomfortable. Please just be respectful, though, is that so hard?
    • Also, this screenshot is part of what won me over:

In any case, these two are close, and I can’t wait to see more.

Diamond in the Rough | 02

Summary: When you first meet Jeon Jungkook, business heir of Busan, you refuse to let things escalate to more than being friends. But you can’t help it when you fall for him, when you let yourself imagine a future with him by your side. Until the bliss comes crashing down when Jungkook reminds you that you, a worthless Daegu girl, can never be good enough for him, and the low that follows the high of loving him is worse than anything you could have imagined.
Word Count: 14.2k
Genre: angst
A/N: thank you guys for waiting! <3 and I hope you enjoy it!

Part 1

“I still can’t believe you’re leaving.”

“Yeah, well. Believe it, kid.”

“Kid,” you snort, untying your work shoes and kicking them into the corner of your room to be dealt with later. No classes and no work tomorrow meant sleeping in, and you couldn’t be more relieved. “You’re only three years older than me.”

“Still older,” Hoseok grins. He’s lying on your bed, his head and half of his upper body hanging off the mattress, still dressed in his sweaty clothes from dance practice, but you’re too exhausted to call him out on it. You weren’t sure when he’d gotten here, but Hana was already asleep when you got home, and Hoseok had been napping, clearly forgetting all about a shower. “I keep telling you to call me oppa.”

“In your fucking dreams, Hoseok.”

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miniminter one shot - i love you, but things are falling apart.

Simon joined me on the pavement. His long legs stretched out into the empty road. I focused on his shoes, knowing if I looked up at him I would break at the sight of his deep blue eyes lit only by the dim street lights above us. From the lack of movement felt beside me it was safe to assume he was doing the same.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see him playing with his fingers. This had been his method of avoidance since we were about six years old. Playing with his fingers had been such a common habit, something demonstrated when he was nervous or uncomfortable. Never had I anticipated a scenario in which the source of his discomfort was me.
Neither of us spoke, simply because we were both afraid to say it. Things just had not been working between us lately. I had known Simon for twenty years, and only three of them had been spent romantically. We started this relationship with so much hesitance. There had always been feelings there and I hoped there always would be, but we were both afraid of losing the friendship. Looking back, perhaps we were right to be. We had worked so damn well together. I really, genuinely thought maybe I would spend the rest of my life with Simon. But these days there is nothing but miscommunication and arguments. The relationship was becoming draining, tiring and self destructing. Our careers were both affected. That’s not what love is supposed to be like.

“(Y/N)..” Simon broke the silence but I cut him off.

“Please, Simon. Don’t say it. Please don’t say it.”

I felt him exhale next to me, his breath rattling as it escaped his lungs.

His voice was traced with sadness as he forced out his words.

“We need to talk about it eventually (Y/N).”

The lights in the house behind us were all lit. All six of the sidemen boys, the two Cals and some of the girlfriends were inside, watching from the living room window as heartbreak and not so happy endings unfolded in front of them. I pulled the sleeves of his jumper over my knuckles, focusing on the road in front of me.

“No Simon,” i mentally cursed as my voice cracked, alerting him of the weakness i held. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

He listened intently as I carried on, just the way he had done since I was a child.

“I don’t wanna talk about it, ever. I will sit here until the sun comes up every single morning for the rest of my life until I have to if it means keeping this silence. I’ll sit here until you give in, and you leave.”

I closed my eyes, biting back tears.

“Although it feels like you left a long time ago.”

“(Y/N) please don’t act like this isn’t just as hard for me as it is for you.” His voice broke, shattering my heart with it. “You know I have always loved you. And I’m always going to. I haven’t left and I don’t ever want to.”

His voice was quiet, and shaky and in this very moment he was so vulnerable. I considered asking to keep the friendship, just so I could keep him around. But I knew this was a bad idea. If this was gonna end, it had to end altogether.

As if reading half my mind Simon cleared his throat before asking,

“What if we remained friends?”

I shut him down.

“No Simon, we can’t be friends. It has to be over completely.”

“But why? It doesn’t have to end like this.”

“Simon it does! Why can’t you see? We can’t be friends! I need you out of my life altogether it’s the only way I will ever have a chance at moving on!”

I felt him pull his own hoodie strings tighter, a method of hiding his face from me. Not that I had found the confidence to look up at it yet.

“I don’t want you to move on.”

“I don’t want to move on either. But I have to. Because if you aren’t mine anymore..”

my voice broke completely, tears i’d been fighting to hold back falling from my eyes like waterfalls.

"If you’re not mine then that gives you the freedom to be anyone else’s. And I can’t handle that. So many girls want you, and one day, you’ll want one of them just as much. And they’ll be round here everyday, wearing these fucking sidemen hoodies and laughing with Jj and appearing on every card in cards against humanity, and she’ll be the Mrs. Minter that I was never good enough to be.”

I heard whispering from inside the house. Simon sniffled, wiping his eyes.

“(Y/N) you’re the only girl that I want to become Mrs Minter! No one will ever fit as well into this sidemen scene as you have. No one will ever fit as well into my fucking life as you have.”

He tugged at my hand, begging me to look up at him now. I fought the urge, not wanting him to see how broken I was, not that this was a first time thing for Simon to see.

"Please (Y/N) I’ll be whatever you want to be, friend, boyfriend, husband, I don’t fucking care! Just please don’t leave me..”

He grabbed my cheeks, forcing me to stare deep into his bloodshot, tearstained eyes. I saw pain, and heartache and desperation. I knew I had to make a decision.

I forced my eyes shut before standing up and walking towards the door of the sidemen house.

“(Y/N) NO YOU CAN’T JUST WALK AWAY FROM ME I LOVE YOU!!”

Tears rolled down my face faster and faster, my throat physically aching at the heartbreak and despair in Simon’s voice. I opened the front door, feeling so embarassed and weak as I walked into the sidemen lounge, knowing everyone had heard every thing.

In the corner sat Callum and Sarah, with Josh and Freya. Callum held a worried look on his face as I entered the room. Sarah and Freya both had wet eyes, clearly upset by the state I was in. Even Jide had pulled his beanie lower onto his head, using it to wipe a stray tear falling from his cornea. I just wanted to be out of here. I wanted to leave, as soon as possible.

“Can somebody please take me home?”

My voice came out no higher than a whisper, laced with raw emotion. Everybody’s faces looked pained. Callum Airey stood up, picking up his keys.

“Yeah, I haven’t drank tonight I’ll drive you.”

He walked over to me, placing a hand on the small of my lower back as we prepared to leave the room when all of a sudden Simon entered the room. Under the lighting I could see his face clearer. His eyes were a harsh red pigment, tears still rolling down his cheeks.

“(Y/N) WAIT!”

Callum stood hesitantly, watching me to await my call on whether I wanted to proceed with the car journey. More tears fell from my face as I looked at Simon. I had never loved anybody this much before. So much that it physically pained me.

“Please, (Y/N) just hear me out. I need to give you something.”

Everybody watched intently. The tension could be cut with a knife, silence filling the room. The only audible sound was that of Sarah sobbing slightly into Cal’s hoodie.

Simon took my left hand, sliding something onto my fourth finger. It was a ring.

"Look. It’s my Grandma’s. Her engagement ring. She gave this to me after my Grandpa died, and I promised her I would only ever give it to a girl I was so sure I would love for the rest of my life. I’ve been meaning to give this to you but I wanted to wait until we figured things out.”

Sarah’s sobs became louder, along with Freya’s and even Jide’s.

“(Y/N) if you leave tonight then you might aswell take the ring anyway because there is not another female on this earth that lives up to my Grandma’s wishes. And that is because there is not another female that I will love for my whole life. I will never love anybody as much as I love you and I’m sure of that because I loved you before I even knew what that word meant. There will never be a Mrs. Minter to be wearing sidemen hoodies or be laughing with JJ because those roles are reserved for you.”

He took my left hand in his, holding it out in front of him.

“If you don’t take the ring then I’d probably end up fucking giving it to Jide. So please, (Y/N). Let us figure this out. And please. Please will you marry me?”

More silence filled the room as every boy sat on the edge of his seat. Through tear stained eyes I admired the ring placed onto my finger. I remembered seeing it on Simon’s grandma’s finger when we were younger. It was silver, and thick around the band. It fit perfectly. Almost as if it was a sign.

“Simon..”

I watched as he inhaled, his face white as chalk.

“Yes. Yes, I will marry you.”

“YES!!!!!!”

My now fiancé lifted me into the air, swinging me round and round, leaving kisses on any part of skin he could access. Sighs of relief were soon replaced with cheers and screams around the room as everybody enveloped in a hug.

“THANK FUCK FOR THAT!” JJ exclaimed, sprinting over, pulling us both into his arms.

No longer occupied with stopping Sarah’s sobbing Callum spoke out

“OI did anyone see how much JJ was crying? I thought he was about to pull out his snapchat fucking hell!”

JJ raised his middle finger.

“Hey, I was just upset I’m no longer a candidate for this beautiful fucking diamond ring.” He held up my left hand. Harry laughed from across the room.

“JJ, aren’t you a bit too young for the ring ting?”

I loved Zootopia guys. Go and watch it. My take on gijinkas of Judy and Nick <3

The Freshman Theories:

There will be four books - one for every quarter.

Book 1 was Fall Quarter, with MC staying on in school because of her research assistant position, meeting and growing close with her suitemates, and deciding who she’d go to Formal with, a decision that would impact her dating life over the next few weeks.

Book 2 is Winter Quarter, where (as of this writing) she’s experiencing the winter of two relationships - with James and Kaitlyn (whether you’re dating or just friends, it’s still a pretty sad state the friendship is in). Perhaps Chris will lose the election and shut out MC too, as girlfriend or friend. Will our MC begin shutting others out as well? Even Zack isn’t spared of drama as Brandon flies off to Peru and meets some hot South American guys! Will Abbie and Tyler experience their first big fight? Maybe! Book 2 will have a very angsty, moody ending. The book ends with everyone feeling discontent with their own college journeys. But for all those shadows there will be light, so hang in there!

Book 3 is Spring Quarter, the perfect time for new beginnings. Love is in the air as well! Friendships are strengthened, relationships patched up, steamy scenes are abound. Expect lots of reuniting. Perhaps the tension is our MC has matured greatly over winter quarter and now she’s unsure if she should carry on with her past relationship (whether it was James, Chris or Kaitlyn). Will she meet a new love interest? Especially during spring break?! The book ends with a declaration of love between MC and her lover of choice, whether old or new.

Book 4 is Summer Quarter, with this book largely being a celebration of friendship. This will also be the last book of The Freshman series. (My heart is breaking as I write this) The tension: Should they carry on being suitemates after all the drama they had in freshman year? They spend the summer making the most of their time together, with all of them thinking they’re better off living apart. This will be the book that reinforces how special the bonds of Chris, Zack, Kaitlyn, Tyler, Abbie and MC are – that no matter who they date (even if it’s someone within the group) they know they will ALWAYS have each other. And so the book ends with the promise of being suitemates again in sophomore year, and they all toast to that promise on a summer evening on their rooftop garden.

What do you guys think will happen soon?! These are my theories. Share yours!!!