for once i disagree but still

Scavenger Hunt

Stiles/Derek, T, 2500 words, Meet Cute AU

Written for the following prompt:

“i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au

“Honey, I’m home!” Stiles calls out as he wrestles his roll bag over their entry mat.

“That’s still not funny,” Scott says, without looking up from his textbook.

“Once again, we disagree.”

Scott snorts. “How was the trip?”

“Fine,” he says, plopping down right in the middle of the living room to start unpacking. “Typical conference. Some sessions were actually interesting, most were boring as shit.”

Scott hums, already absorbed again in his reading. Stiles reaches for the zipper on his suitcase but then freezes—this is definitely the same brand as his suitcase, but he doesn’t remember this extra zippered pocket on the top.

“Oh, shit.”

“What?”

Stiles grimaces. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t my suitcase. Goddamn it.”

Scott finally looks up, frowning. “Shit, really? How’d you manage that?”

“It was a redeye,” Stiles says, running a hand through his hair. “I was exhausted, in fucking LaGuardia, and I was just trying to get out of there as fast as humanly possible.”

“Is there a name on it? Are you sure it’s not yours?”

“Pretty sure,” Stiles says, feeling around the sides for the pocket. He sighs when he pulls out the little card and sees that it’s blank. “Motherfucker. This is definitely not my suitcase because I’m actually smart enough to put my name on it.”

“Sorry, man,” Scott says sympathetically as Stiles falls back on the rug with an anguished groan.

“What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

“Open it,” Scott suggests. “Maybe there’s something with their name on it.”

Stiles fiddles with the zipper. He’s nosy as hell, in general, and normally he’d be jumping at the chance to rifle through someone else’s personal belongings. But… 

“What if there’s like, dead bodies in there or something?” he asks, and Scott just stares at him for a second. Stiles rolls his eyes—that’s a perfectly valid concern. Or maybe he watches too many police procedurals, whatever. “Okay, fine.”

Stiles holds his breath as he slowly unzips the suitcase, but nothing happens when he lets the top part flop back onto their crappy, threadbare rug. There’s a Dodgers hat on top, and Stiles grimaces. “Well, they have shitty taste in baseball teams.”

He sets the hat carefully aside and keeps digging. The person is neat, whoever they are, because everything is folded, and all the dirty clothes are even all contained in their own zippered bag. At first glance, there’s nothing too out of the ordinary—phone charger, American Gods, Calvin Klein briefs. Fancy, he thinks. There’s a monogrammed leather toiletry bag (DSH, he commits those initials to memory), and he pokes through it.

“I’m gonna make an educated guess that it’s a guy.”

“Why’s that?” Scott says, finally looking somewhat interested in this mystery.

Stiles holds up an electric razor. “And that he’s maybe not totally straight,” he says, brandishing a little bottle of lube that’s about three-quarters full.

Scott rolls his eyes. “Lots of people use lube.”

“Yeah, but do you travel with it?” Stiles counters, and Scott sighs.

“No,” he admits. “Did you find anything with his actual name on it?”

“Not yet,” Stiles says absently. He continues to rifle through the bag until he’s pretty sure he has his plan of attack. “Okay. I’m gonna find out who it is,” he says with a determined nod, and Scott frowns.

“How? This is New York City! There are literally millions of dudes here.”

“It’ll be like a real-life scavenger hunt,” Stiles says dreamily, ignoring Scott as he carefully lays his three chosen items out on the coffee table. “This is awesome.”

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THE MBTI TYPES FROM AN INFJ’s PERSPECTIVE

- This is all from my personal experience, everybody is different- yada yada yada.

- I love you all

INFP:

- You make me laugh so much

- No sense of space or direction, basically don’t send us to get something together because we will fail. 

- Good counselor

- Sometimes you don’t see what other people are implying because you are very genuine and trusting. 

- Nice stash of memes

ISFP:

- Why the HELL, why the absolutely HECKING HELL, do you SIT IN THE RAIN WHEN YOU HAVE A COLD? I understand you are a child of nature, but WHY? You will get an even worse cold!??? 

- I love you

- You’re emo sometimes 

- A lot of ISFP weebs

ISFJ:

- Why the hell haven’t you ever made me cookies like the stereotype says, huh?

- ISFJ’s will listen to you whine

- Good solid advice

- You are nit picky perfectionists at heart.

- You are very anxious and small and I love you. 

- Will cry if you insult their favourite characters

INFJ:

- I don’t understand the unique unicorn thing, you are all massive nerds and know it.

- Secret memelords

- Terrible at social interaction on the inside, but you aren’t as bad as you think from an outsiders perspective.

- Gets overwhelmed at parties. 

INTP:

- I love you

- Best type

- I’m joking

- I’m not

- Big nerd for video games

- I’ll be there at 3pm. (aka 5pm)

- Not actually good at maths

INTJ:

- When we first start talking I always think you hate me and then you secretly liked me all along?

- Hilarious

- Blunt in a good and bad way

- Your ideas amaze me

- Make very good artists

ISTJ:

- So, so, sarcastic

- A+ grade student 18 years in a row

- Speaks a lot but not to you

- Obsessed with young adult fiction 

- Has a crush on every actor

- Doesn’t like my memes?

ISTP:

- Understated humor that gets me every time

- Whenever i need anything fixed, after i try to fix it myself, you are there for me.

- Bad at social interaction until they get older.. and then, still….

- Leather jacket

ESTJ:

- Bad experiences, good experiences…

- That tertiary Ne gets me giggling 

- You listen to my opinions and accept them, even if you disagree with them- sometimes you even change yours once you hear mine. I admire this a lot and appreciate it.

- In the grip or looping ESTJ’s have been the most annoyingly patronizing people I have ever met, HOWEVER, healthy ESTJ’s are cool cats and I like you lots. 

ESTP:

- Honestly, dominant Se scares the hell out of me and I don’t know how you survive. 

- Bluntly honest, smart, caring- good good good.

- Always willing to help you

- Very eager to learn 

- Charming and hilarious

ESFP:

- Met two kinds of ESFP’s- shy and standoffish but sweethearts, and GO GO GO GO GOGO GOGOOG.

- Okay so once my ESFP friend slid down a 20 metre long railing with rocks beneath it and I almost died because YOU COULD HAVE DIED

- “I’m looking for a girl that will encourage me to slide down railings.”

- So much love to give, so many hugs.

- Please stop shaking it’s like a big chihuahua

ENFP:

- I can’t keep up with you but it’s so good

- I’m smiling at you in admiration 90% of the time

- Cute 

- Gets everything done somehow and has fun doing it?

- Doesn’t like emotions but is simultaneously the most emotive person ever.

ENTP:

- Everything, I love everything.

- Devils Advocate TM

- Very concerned and caring

- The memes are revolutionary

- Has a joke for every situation

- Cool nerd TM

- Stares at people lovingly when you don’t think I can see you doing it.

ESFJ:

- STOP. WORRYING.

- Takes responsibility for everything

- Actually hilarious

- Loves all boys

- Hates all boys

- Doesn’t give themselves enough credit

ENFJ:

- So much Disney

- So. much.

- Loves INTP’s too much

- Incredibly strong people

- Once they have a vision they go at it full throttle 

- Want’s everyone to be happy

- Hates conflict

ENTJ:

- The grand master

- I am terrified of you but i love you

- Gets it done

- Visionary’s

- Can get caught up sometimes and needs a friend to talk to

- Makes a lot of enemies accidentally, and a lot of the time on purpose

- Get’s annoyed when I make jokes about things that are unrealistic 

-but I keep doing it because I know it annoys you and I’m sorry

Hey guys, my Conspiracy crew, can you do something for me? For yourselves? For literally everyone on this site? Please don’t fight with strangers on the Internet. After all these years I still don’t understand why we’re doing this. There are SO many people on this site that don’t like what we have to say and you know what? That’s perfectly fine. Don’t fight them. Don’t call them names. And you know what else? Don’t stick up for yourselves when they do it to you. Yeah. I’m suggesting you take it.

Everyone on this site is trying to have fun. I get dragged all the time but I’ve never once, not once in a year on this site, engaged someone who vehemently disagreed with me. Anyone can check my blog, you’ll never find an example of me 1) attaching myself to other’s posts to disrespect them 2) publishing hateful anons 3) Calling anyone names 4) giving the microphone to people who don’t like me. It’s not hard.

I once lost 40 followers in one day a few months ago because I stuck up for a Sheriarty blog who, I believed, made a good point. And you know what? Good. I didn’t want those people on my blog anyways.

People are going to attack you all day long. Stay in your own lane. Use the appropriate tags. Don’t take everything personally. We’re here to have fun. How can you possibly have fun arguing with strangers about a TV show? Block who you need to. Avoid certain tags.

People are going to read your blog. They decide if they like what you have to say or if they don’t. The choice is always theirs. No need to assert your ideas to people who don’t agree with you or don’t like what you have to say. Those who want to listen, they will stay. And, honestly, most of those bloggers you don’t like will leave you alone if you leave them alone.

You don’t have to listen to anything i just said, if you don’t want to. This is just a suggestion. But I’m having a great time on this site because I get back what I put in.

How Do I Look? - Jughead x Reader

Request — Anonymous asked: Hi! So I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader is chubby and she has a crush on jughead but she doubts herself? Thanks so much

A/N — Aaa, I thought this request was too cute! I related to this a lot, since I do have BDD and I constantly put myself down for my weight, I know how hard it can be to accept yourself for you are. If you are going through a rough time about something similar and if you ever feel like you don’t fit in because of the way you look, I’m sure you guys are absolutely stunning. Everyone has their flaws and it can be hard to deal with on a daily basis, but trust me, you’re beautiful. I hope you enjoy!

Words: 1135

Warnings: Negative self talk, weight issues

(Y/N) , (S/C) , (Y/L/N) , (E/C) — Your name, skin colour, your last name, eye colour

She just stared at herself through the mirror in her room. She stared over what she was wearing, how she was wearing it, and what she thought about herself wearing it. It started from the top of her head to the bottom of her ankles. A shaky exhale managed to escape her lips, fighting back negative thoughts that surrounded her mind. (Y/N) was getting ready for a party that night. Her best friend and childhood crush, Jughead Jones, was over at her house as he was staying the night. You picked out what you were planning to wear to the party, something casual and not too fancy, just anything that made you feel comfortable. Once again, you eyed yourself over at the black skirt that clung to your (S/C) hips with a grey shirt tucked into it. Jughead walked out from the bathroom, finished getting changed as he didn’t want to invade your privacy.

“Almost ready?” He said, looking down at his phone as he was texting Archie for details. “As much as I hate parties, free food and music isn’t too bad.” He chuckled still keeping his eyes on his phone as he finished off writing his text, putting it in the back of his jeans as he finally made eye contact with you. His eyes widening, so captivated by such a beautiful sight, he was literally speechless. He swallowed hard, stuttering for the right words to come out so he didn’t make a full out of himself in front of such a stunning being. (Y/N) turned around from looking at herself in the mirror, now facing Jughead as her (E/C) eyes met his blue ones.

“W-Why are you staring? Is it the outfit? I-I knew I should have changed, and God it’s last minute, we’ll be late for the party!” (Y/N) blurted out, everything that could possibly go wrong rushed through her head. Jughead knew that she was freaking out about going the party, honestly he wouldn’t blame her, as he himself wasn’t in such a party mood, but anything to please the luck of the chances of getting somewhere with his all time crush, (Y/N), he did anything to make her happy.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N), d-don’t freak out. What’s bothering you, can I help out?” Jughead asked, now scared that he did something wrong like walking in while she was still getting ready. He places his hands on her shoulders keeping her still.

“It’s just…” She paused. “I look so fat. What am I saying, I am so fat. All I see all the time is fat attached to my skin. Why can’t I just look like Betty or Veronica or Cheryl? T-They have the most perfect ideal bodies and I’m just the chubby girl.” You explained, tears now forming in your eyes. Jughead now could clearly tell that this issue had been upsetting you for a while as she told him. Although to Jughead, he never noticed her weight or her appearance in a bodily manner until she pointed it out until now. Jughead, since he could remember, loved (Y/N) for her beauty as well as her personality.

“So what you’re telling me is that you think you’re fat? (Y/N), come here for a ‘sec.” Jughead pulled you over to him, staring straight into your eyes, before he slowly turned you around as you now faced the mirror that knew you so fondly. “What do you see?”

“Everything wrong with myself. My hips, my thighs, my arms, I see an ugly person.” She fought back breaking down in front of him, as she closed her eyes so she didn’t want to look anymore longer. She paused, opening her eyes. “Juggie? What do you see?”

“Well, do you want to know what I see? I see the most beautiful girl a guy could ever meet. I see the most beautiful best friend who I’ve come to cherish for so many years. Do you really want to know what I see?” Jughead walked closer behind you, now standing against you as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind as he laid his chin to rest on your shoulder, leaning down to match each other’s height. “I see you as I’ve seen, a-and came to love.” That caught you by surprise. In a million years, you never thought that your crush, Jughead Jones, loved you back. Yet again would use that specific term in general, as you knew so much about his past and his family and friends. You turned around, now facing him as his hands still held onto your waist. His gaze was deep into yours, gulping hard once again as he figured out something to say, that was until (Y/N) caught him off guard.

“Jughead Jones, do you realise that you are the most gorgeous human I have ever met with the most beautiful soul?” She asked, placing her hand up to rest on his cheek, as he smiled down at her.

“I agree to disagree, but thank you. It… it really means a lot.” Jughead smiled back at her.

“Also, about what you said before… d-do you love me?” She bit down on her bottom lip. Jughead looked down, before adjusting the beanie that clung onto the back of his head.

“I… yes. I have for, God, I don’t even know how long. But yes, I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He looked down at her, hoping there would be a hopeful reaction to have come out of her. A tear quickly ran down her cheek, her first instinct before she broke out into a cheesy grin. Jughead quickly freaked out, thinking it was a turn for the worse. “W-what’s wrong? W-Was it something I said?” You giggled, looking up at him as he wiped that tear that was still stuck to your cheek.

“No, no, no! Jug, I’m okay, just relax will you?” You laughed, feeling now both of his hands now placed on your cheeks. “I’m crying out of happiness, I-I never thought you’d like me back.” At this point, Jughead was now laughing along with you as he held onto your face.

“Can I kiss you, now?” He asked, trying to stop laughing until you stood up onto your tiptoes to meet your lips with his, closing both of your eyes as you shared your moment together until finally pulling away.

“Do you mind if we ditch? I’d rather stay home and have a horror movie marathon.” (Y/N) suggested, placing her forehead against Jughead’s.

“Can we please?!” Jughead asked in such an excited tone, removing his forehead from hers, taking her hand as they both rushed downstairs to the living room.

A/N — No offence, but I’m incredibly proud of myself for writing this. I thought the ending was cute and honestly, would you rather go to a party or stay home alone with Jughead to have a movie marathon? Once again, I hope you enjoyed!

Pink Diamond was born on Earth!

Why else is there a huge hole in Russia??

And why is Pink Diamond seen bursting out of the ground?

It’s not uncommon for us to think Pink Diamond was the “youngest” of the Diamonds, but… what if we’re right, and she was. Where was she born?
I offer up this idea: Pink Diamond was born on Earth, with the intent of starting a colony on Earth once she was ‘of age’ to do so. This is why the Moon Base is White, because Pink Diamond was still learning how to lead.

I hear Pink diamond is thought to be a military commander, and I don’t necessarily disagree with that idea. It could be what happened was: Homeworld tried to grow their influence and power and made Pink Diamond in an effort to achieve that. Pink Diamond started making Quartzes, and instead of being unquestionably loyal warriors, they ended up with gems that were too independent for their own good, ultimately leading to the Gem War.

Due to this “You’ll have to excuse them, they’re from Earth” mentality, and the idea that Pink’s zoo is seen as a sort of “weird fascination”; I think this points to Earth being Pink’s birthplace.

Also, another idea why Earth is Pink’s birthplace, note the Murals:

Every diamond is gazing at a planet. What if these planets are where the Diamonds were made?

I may be wrong, but it’s interesting isn’t it?

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.3

Originally posted by michaelsrighteyebrow

                                               Part T H R E E

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: i actually really like this part so i hope you guys do, too!! please try and get this to 100 notes (the regular) and im so happy a lot of you are enjoying it. i love your responses abt it so much, it makes me smile lots :] ty bubbas ‘n enjoy !!

Parts: one, two, threefour, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]

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 Flight to Helsinki, Finland, 3 Hours In

“Switch with me,” Luke spewed out as you put your magazine down and looked up at him. He was holding tightly on your seat while the plane was entering light turbulence. “Hurry!”

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#238: You Cuddle After Sex

A/N:

Requested: Yes //  Find my Masterlist here

Luke:

”Isn’t this lovely?” He asked silently and looked up at the night clouds, stars poking out if you looked closely. You looked up from his chest to stare at him, his fingers lightly dancing over the skin of your spine and slowly formed goosebumps on your arms. “What? The view or you?” You teasingly questioned and shut your eyes just for a brief moment, feeling his chest vibrate in chuckles. You still had your eyes closed but you could tell his smile was growing, shaking his head with a deep blush coming to his cheeks. The wind was cod against his bare shoulders and he could hear the ocean loud from below the balcony but otherwise than that everything was quiet. Your nude bodies were heating each other up below the towel that was wet from the swim, feeling how everything felt so peacefully, the sounds of palm trees brushing their leaves by the wind. “Both,” He agreed, making you look up at him from his chest. “Both the view and you are fantastically lovely.” Shaking your head by his cheesiness you focused back on the navy blue ocean, feeling how your stomach was erupting with a million butterflies.

Calum:

“You know I can already feel tomorrow morning I won’t be able to walk properly.” Your words came out innocent but the way Calum was looking down at you told various other emotions. He was having a wide smirk growing on his face along with his eyebrows wiggling, he didn’t have to say anything to let you know the many different things that were going through his mind at once. “Was it really that bad? You sounded so different during the process.” He laughed more quietly to himself than you, watching you turn around so your stomach was resting on the mattress but your cheek was still pressed against his arm. He was having that smile on his face that told he was so comfortable and by one glance down at the sheets that was barely covering his lower parts you couldn’t stop yourself from hiding your giggling face. “Stop…” He requested sternly but still with softness in his tone and you furrowed your eyebrows confused but continued to make the same face. “Stop being so insanely cute.” He whispered and lowered his lips to your bare shoulder, giving a gentle kiss. “It drives me nuts.”

Michael:

“I think that must have been our record.” He breathlessly said once he had finally calmed down from his heart beating twice its rhythm, his back pressed against the mattress with your head on top of his shoulders. The sheets were messily scattered by the half part of the bed but even if you had disagreed and said it would be too hot Michael had still decided to throw it over your nude bodies just for the coziness. “I can’t believe you’re counting.” You laughed and felt how your eyes followed the lines on the ceiling, your heart beating so harshly you could almost feel it in your chest. “I can’t believe you haven’t cuddled me yet.” “That’s because we’re both sweaty and hot.” A dry laugh came from his lips by your words and he leaned down effortlessly to  grab you by the hips and pull you on top of his glistering chest. “That’s nonsense.” He laughed in disagreement and wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you as close as possible and allowed you both to feel how hard your hearts were pounding. “Naked cuddles are my favourite kind of cuddles. There’s no way we’re letting that thing out.”

Ashton:

“We’re never getting out of this bed I’m too comfortable.” He hummed into your ear ever so carefully, yet his words left goosebumps erupt on both your arms that were closely wrapped up in his. His bare chest was breathing heavily against your back, your legs intertwined and a satisfied smile came to his face once he lightly ghosted his hand over your butt. “And this isn’t always I get the chance to touch this without any fabric.” You rolled your eyes by his words and turned around to look at him, his messy sex hair sticking to every direction possible but that didn’t make him less cute than he already was. “We should go shower.” You mentioned, the smell of sweat wouldn’t leave the bedroom and if it was coming from someone it was definitely coming from Ashton. He shook his head in disagreement and placed his head back on top of your bare chest, his hand coming down to rub your skin once again just because he actually could do it. “Can’t, your butt and I have a special meeting in our bed.” He giggled and opened his tired eyes to look at you, giving your butt a small smack.

Warmth

Another missing makeout scene, mostly because of @cupcakesandtv.


While Jyn was grateful to have a measure of privacy to change, the tiny compartment didn’t give them much room at all. They brushed elbows more than once and Jyn nearly knocked Cassian over as she tugged the unfamiliar boots on. When she finally straightened up, feeling all wrong in the Imperial uniform, she glanced over her shoulder to see Cassian buckling the belt around his waist. He looked just as strange as Jyn imagined she did.

It clearly wasn’t his first time donning an Imperial uniform. As he adjusted the collar and tugged the hat into place, she saw a closed off look forming on his face. She’d only known him for a matter of days but Jyn knew that this must have been his routine for undercover missions. He put on different clothes and masked everything that made him Cassian. Jyn wasn’t ready for that yet.

She saw a glimpse of who he was beneath everything that the rebellion forced him to be up in the cockpit. The smile that he gave her felt like the home that he’d welcomed her to. Jyn couldn’t help but react to the warm feeling it struck in her, grasping his arm for just a moment as she returned the smile without hesitation. She wanted to see that side of him again, for just a moment.

“Your hat is crooked,” Jyn told him, turning around to face him fully.

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Seriously, if after reading my last post people still keep on misunderstanding my opinion then I have nothing more to say because probably nothing I say will ever convince them or satisfy them. People who understand my opinion correctly have probably understood it ages ago and don’t need any more explanations. This blog is supposed to exist to post translations and not to discuss about the same thing forever.

This is my final post about this topic (mostly addressed to the anon/s who messaged me after my previous post), and anyone is free to agree, disagree, misunderstand once again or whatever. If you don’t like my translations, please read other translations or learn Japanese yourself.

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Secret Part 3 [Jughead Jones x Reader]

Request from arronity:  I know you said no part 3 for secret but…. omg, please, for me, can you write the 3rd part? Like it’s been weeks and she’s finally better, maybe she’s starting to date someone else and Jughead is jealous (the type of jealousy where he defends her not to go on the date) and finally one night they talk and he cries and bla bla bla. Lmao, I just love your writings, sorry!

I see that you guys don’t take no for an answer, as I got a few other requests on part 3, haha. It was my pleasure writing this anyway. I know I haven’t posted in a long time, I didn’t have time and I was lazy. But today I saw my crush 4 times in the hallways and I woke up to a pic of KJ’s and I’m all pumped up about writing, at least part 3! 

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It had been a few months now and you were better. You were yourself again and were ready to start dating again. 

Well, not exactly, but Veronica said that it was time for you to go at least on a date with a hot guy from your school and Kevin had the same opinion. So, you did. I mean, not yet. You were working on it.

“You’re sure you’re not doing this just to get at Becky and Jughead?” Kevin asked for the tenth time today.

You and Becky managed to talk again, not like you used to, but baby steps. And you and Jughead were friends, you went out as friends a couple of times and nothing bad happened. Betty and Juggie finally came out as a couple a few days ago, and you tried to be happy. After all, the past is in the past and you were apart of the same group of friends.

“No. Now, if you excuse me, I have to go seduce Archie.” You smiled, and ruffled your  hair so you’d give it a bit of volume. 

Yes, you were trying to get Archie to ask you out. Not because you were trying to get at Betty and Jughead, because he had always been there for you. Not only when you felt miserable because your two favorite people betrayed you, always. He was so sweet, so you said why not give it a shot?

You got to his locker and smiled.

“Hi, Archie, what’s up?” You leaned against the locker next to his. “Nothing much. I wanted to go work on a song outside. Wanna join me?” He smiled. “Sure.”

But he didn’t get to work on the song. Not that he was complaining. You two just sat outside and talked, laughed and enjoyed spending time together. He made you feel so good and he didn’t even seem to be trying.

“Okay, I can’t just wait around, so I will talk.” You said after your laughter died a bit. “I’m listening.” He said. You took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. “Will you go on a date with me?” 

He stared at you for a few seconds, and then started chuckling.

“Oh thank god, I was thinking you still needed some time.” He said. “I’ll pick you up this Friday at seven.” He got up. “Great! Where are we going?” You jumped up. “Surprise.” He said, as you two headed to class.


“Are you seriously going on a date with Archie?” Jughead ran into Pop’s. “How did you even find out?” You frowned, taking a sip from your (favorite flavor) milkshake. “Veronica told me.” He sat down. 

You were here for a while and were kinda the only person in here. It was almost eight p.m, but you needed some time to think and Jughead seemed to know that he’d find you here. Because he knows you the best. And that’s crushing you.

“What’s your problem anyway?” You frowned. “Archie! My once best friend, but now close friend.” He said. “Betty! My closest friend but now friendly.” You said. 

There was a moment of silence.

“Touche.” He said, taking a sip from your milkshake. “But you know I still care about you, right?” He added. “Maybe you do. But it’s Archie we’re talking about. He’s the sweetest boy in the whole Universe and don’t you dare disagree.” You said. “When he isn’t fucking music teachers…”Jughead muttered. “Okay, Grundy’s gone. She left Riverdale a month ago. Get over it.” 

He just looked at you, and you looked at him. God, could he be any more perfect? That beautiful raven hair covered by that silly crown beanie that you adore and still want to take from him, just like he took away from you your happiness. Who does he think he is?

“I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I know, it’s okay.” You smiled and got up. “Now gimme a hug before I leave.” You added, and opened your arms. “I ain’t gonna argue.” He smiled.

Nursey knocked on Dex’s dorm room door again.

“Dex!  Will!  I know you’re in there!” he yelled, “Just let me in!   I need to know you’re ok!”  He’d been there for at least half an hour with no response, and wasn’t sure he expected one.  Still, Nursey wasn’t giving up.  No one had heard from Dex since that morning, and he was worried.

He was relieved when the door opened, but that was short lived, once he saw Dex’s tear streaked face.

“I’m fine.” Dex snapped, and went to close the door.  Without thinking, Nursey stuck his foot in the way, and forced it open.

“You’re clearly not.” Nursey pointed out.  He expected Dex to disagree, to argue, to kick him out, but he just sighed, and walked further into his room.  Nursey followed, closing the door behind him.

“What’s up?” Nursey asked casually as he sat into Dex’s desk chair, and Dex curled up at the top of his bed.

Dex stayed quiet, playing with his sleeves and staring at his blanket.

“Will,” Nursey said. Dex looked up at the use of his first name.  “What’s wrong?  What happened?”  Nursey was worried he was being blunt, and harsh, but he needed to know what was wrong with Dex so he could fix it.

“I…it’s nothing.” Dex mumbled.  Nursey felt his heart clench at how quiet he sounded.  William Poindexter was many things, but quiet wasn’t one of them.

It was one of the many reasons Nursey loved him.

“Rubbish” Nursey said, trying to hide how he felt.  “That’s a lie Will.  What happened?  Why are you so sad?  Where’s Tanner?”

At the mention of his boyfriend, Will burst into tears.  He hid his face in his hands, shoulders shaking as he tried to hold back his sobs.

“Dex?” Nursey asked cautiously.  A million awful scenarios ran through his mind as to why that question would make Dex cry.  “Where is Tanner?”

“We…he….Tanner dumped me.” Dex managed to sob out.  “He dumped me and I don’t know why!  I thought we were great together!  And he broke up with me.  And I don’t know what I did, but he’s gone.”

Nursey felt like his heart was breaking.  Dex, brilliant, smart, beautiful, Dex, was hurting, and blaming himself for it.  He was sobbing his heart out, and Nursey didn’t know what to do to help him feel better.

“Dex,” he began, unsure what he was planning to say after that.  “Dex.  It’s not your fault.”

Dex shook his head, no.

“It’s not.  Just because Tanner couldn’t see how amazing you are-“Nursey tried, but Dex interrupted him.

“Stop, Nursey.  Just stop.  I-I don’t want to talk right now” Dex snapped.

“Ok,” Nursey said. “Ok.  How about I just sit with you, yeah?”

Dex nodded, and Nursey moved over to his bed.

“Could you-?” Dex asked quietly, before stopping.

“Could I what Will?” Nursey asked, knowing already he’d say yes to anything Dex asked of him, especially right now.

“Could you hold me?” Dex asked. “It’s ok if you don’t want to.  And I’m sorry for snapping at you.” He said in a rush.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Nursey assured, pulling Dex close to him. “It’s all gonna be alright Dex.”

“How?”  Dex asked, pulling away slightly to look Nursey in the eye.  “How’s it all going to be ok?  My first boyfriend dumped me. I loved him so much Nurse. How is it all going to be alright?!”

“I don’t know yet Dex,” Nursey admitted.  “But it will be.”

They sat in silence for a while, Nursey holding Dex close as he cried.

*

The next morning, Nursey called for Dex before morning practice.

“C’mon Dexy!” he encouraged “We got pucks to hit!”

“I don’t really feel like it.” Dex said miserably. “I just wanna sleep”

“Sleep after practice man. I know you have a few hours off then.” Nursey said. “Practice might make you feel better you know.”

Dex stared at him a moment, thinking.

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely!” Nursey said with a grin.  “And I’ll bring over pizza later if you come.”

“And ice cream?” Dex asked, hesitantly.

“Of course bro!”

“Okay. Just…..gimme a minute” Dex said, and closed his door as he went to get ready.

Nursey smiled. This was progress.  He quickly text Chowder to let him know Dex was coming to practice, and not to mention Tanner.  By the time he received Chowder reply, Dex was ready to go.

*

Later that evening, Nursey called over to Dex’s dorm with pizza and ice cream.  He pulled up a movie on his laptop and they watched and ate in silence for a while.  It was nice.

By the time the movie ended, Dex was curled up against Nursey’s side, and Nursey had his arm around him.

“I just.  I really loved Tanner.” Dex said out if the blue. “And I know it’s dumb to be this upset over my first boyfriend but-“

“Being upset isn’t dumb Dex. You’re feelings are valid.” Nursey interrupted.  Dex looked at him considering, before he nodded, and then continued.

“It’s just. He was my first boyfriend. He helped me come out to my family, and supported me through everything with my brother afterwards,” Dex explained. Nursey nodded in understanding - he remembered how Dex’s brother had reacted to Dex coming out, and how it had affected him.

“And he helped me to feel more comfortable here.  I know this is Samwell, and there’s the whole “1 in 4” thing, but he helped me brave enough to go to Winter Screw with a date.  And it was such an amazing night.” Dex said, his eyes filled with tears. He was holding them back though, and Nursey realised how much he needed to get through this right now.  To get his feelings off his chest.

“It’s was amazing.” Dex said, “Our first screw together. He looked so good in his suit.  And he told me I looked handsome. No one ever said that about me before.  And he brought me flowers.  Plastic ones because of my allergies.  And we went to dinner first. He wanted to treat me but I argued and he let me split the bill.” Dex laughed at the memory, the sound surprising Nursey. “And then he bought us both desserts anyway. I was so stuffed by the time we got to the Screw; I didn’t think we’d be able to dance.”

“I can’t actually dance,” Dex continued with a sad smile “Tanner said he’d cover for me.  He led all the dances and I still stood on his feet like 10 times.  He just laughed every time.  Told me I was getting better, and I’d be a great dancer by our next screw.  An-and now we’re not going to be going together.” Dex wiped at his tears as they fell, but couldn’t stop them.

“I just. I don’t know why he dumped me!” he said angrily, voice hoarse from his tears.   He stood up, and began pacing the room as he spoke. “We were good together!  I was a good boyfriend. I talked to him about how I felt; I listened to him as well!  I helped him when he needed it, and did my best not to shut him out when I needed help!  I paid for dates just as much as he did!  I went to his swimming competitions when I could!  I didn’t pressure him to coming to the hockey games when he was busy!  I DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS NURSEY!” Dex yelled. “I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT I DID WRONG! WHAT DID I DO?” and then, quieter, looking at Nursey as though he might know the answer “What’s did I do wrong?”

“Will- you didn’t-. It isn’t because of you. Tanner just doesn’t see how great a boyfriend you were.” Nursey said, trying to comfort him.  He wasn’t really great at it though, but he was doing his best for Dex.

“If I was so great why’d he dump me?” Dex asked angrily.

“Because he’s an idiot.” Nursey said simply.  He surprised a laugh out of Dex, which he considered a good thing.

“Is he though?  I mean, he’s best in his classes.  He gets really good grades.” Dex said sadly.

“Yeah, but he dumped you. And that’s the dumbest thing ever.” Nursey said.  He wanted to tell Dex he would never do that to him, never break his heart into pieces like Tanner had.    But he knew now wasn’t the time.

“You’re too good for him Dex, and someday he’s going to see that and realise that dumping you was the dumbest decision of his life.” Nursey said instead.  Dex was quiet, staring at him in shock for a minute.

“You really think so?” he asked unsurely.

“I know so.” Nursey said confidently.  If he was Tanner, he’d be kicking himself right now.

“You really think I’m too good for Tanner?  Tanner, captain of the swim team?  Tanner, who everyone wants to be with?  Tanner, who’s funny and sweet, and kind, and -?” Dex stopped, as he felt tears coming on again.  “You really think I’m too good for him?”

“You really are Dex.” Nursey said. “You’re smart, and kind, and honest, and hardworking, and witty, and helpful, and.  And Tanner’s the dumbest man alive if he doesn’t see all that!” Nursey practically shouted the last part, and Dex stood looking at him.

“That-.  That’s …. Um… Thanks Nursey.” Dex managed after a while.  Nursey couldn’t read his thoughts from his face, but he hoped Dex didn’t know how close he’d just come to revealing his feelings for him.

Nursey sat uncomfortably on Dex’s bed, trying to change the subject in case Dex was about to ask him about that.

“Want to watch another movie?” he asked quickly.  Dex nodded, and sat next to Nursey on the bed again.  Nursey put on the first movie he saw, not really watching it, but watching Dex instead.  Dex, who looked sad and confused and angry and like he wasn’t watching the movie either, but was too deep in his own thoughts and feelings to even call Nursey out for staring at him.

Nursey was worried about him.

*

“You haven’t been to a kegster since you started dating him.” Nursey pointed out.

“Because they’re for drinking and hook-ups, and Tanner and I were exclusive.” Dex argues back.

“Just come for an hour, walk around with some tub juice, talk to the team, complain about Holster’s taste in music with me, eat something Bitty baked, and if you hate it, we’ll leave then.” Nursey tried.  Dex hadn’t been out of his room much apart from meals, class, and practise, and he was worried about him.  The whole team was worried about him.  Nursey would only be able to keep them all from arriving in Dex’s dorm in well-meant concern for so long.

“Half an hour.” Dex bargained.

“40 minutes.” Nursey responded, and Dex nodded his agreement.

“And no more?”

“And no less.”

This was a great idea.

*

This was an awful idea.

At first it had been good. They’d played pong, talked to the team, had some pie, and chirped Holster for his music taste.

Nursey had decided he needed some air, and Dex had come with him to the porch.  It was full of people, some talking, some drinking, and some making out.  They were mostly strangers, except for the girl with green hair from his poetry class, and her girlfriend, a guy from his crit group and his datemate, and

Tanner.

The guy he was making out with was a stranger though.

Nursey turned around, hoping to steer Dex back inside before he saw but it was too late.

“Tanner?!” Dex froze on the porch, shocked to see him.

Tanner pulled away from the guy he was kissing, and threw a look at him over his shoulder.

“Oh, hey Will.” he greeted casually.  Nursey wanted to punch him in the face.

“What….what are you doing?” Dex managed to ask.

“I’m just enjoying the party.” Tanner said, and turned back to the guy he was with.

“It’s our 6 month anniversary.” the guy he was with said happily.

“Your what?” Nursey choked out.  As far as he knew, Dex and Tanner had been dating for the last 7 months.

“But.  But you can’t be….Tanner and I were.  We were.  We.” Dex stuttered out in shock.  “We were together.”

“We were good friends, yeah man.” Tanner said.

“Good friends?  We were…..we were good friends?!” Dex said in shock.  “Tanner I-“

“Yeah, I’ll see you around man.”  Tanner said, and turned back to his boyfriend.

Nursey needed to get Dex out of there.

“Why don’t we go back to your dorm Dex?” he suggested, guiding him off the porch and away from the Haus.  Dex nodded and walked with him quietly, still in shock.

They were about halfway back to the dorm rooms when Dex stopped.

“He was cheating on me.” Dex said.  “He. He started dating someone. He.  Tanner was dating someone else.  He.  Nursey he was cheating on me.”

“Dex….Will.” Nursey had no idea what to say.  “I’m sorry Will.  He shouldn’t have done that to you.  He didn’t deserve you.”

“But he…I didn’t…I’m so stupid.” Dex said.  “I actually believed he loved me”

“You’re not stupid Will. You deserve better than that.  You didn’t deserve that.” Nursey tried. “You deserve better than that”

“I don’t.  i. I don’t know Nursey.  I.  I trusted him so much.  And he did this.   I…I- UGH.” Dex shouted, throwing his arms up in frustration  

“Hey, Will.  Dex.  Will.” Nursey said again, pulling him close to him.  “You’re ok.  It’s ok.” Nursey assured him.  “Tanners an idiot and you deserve so much better than an idiot.”

“Like who?” Dex asked, “Who do I deserve?”

“Me.” Nursey said, regretting it instantly.  Now was not the time.  

“You?  What?” Dex spluttered in shock.  He pulled away from Nursey and stared at him.

“I’m sorry, Will. That was inappropriate.  I’m so sorry” Nursey apologised, but Dex cut him off.

“You like me?” Dex asked.

Nursey nodded, holding his breath for Dex’s reaction.  He hoped against hope he wouldn’t be mad, or upset.

“I.  Derek” Dex ran his hand through his hair as he spoke, a nervous habit he’d picked up since starting at Samwell.    “Derek, I can’t right now.  This is too much.”

“I know.  Will I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.

“I just.  Can we talk about this tomorrow?” Dex asked, “I…I just want be alone for a while.”

“Will-“

“I’m going back to my dorm. Can we talk tomorrow?” Dex asked.

“Yeah.  Of course.  Anything you want.” Nursey said “I’ll see you tomorrow”

“Okay.” Dex said, and nodded to himself.  “Okay, I’ll see you then”

“Will you be ok getting back to you dorm?” Nursey asked.  

Dex nodded, and left, heading back to his dorm quickly.

*

Nursey showed up at his dorm at 10 am the next morning, hoping it wasn’t too early.  He stood outside for another 5 minutes, debating whether to knock now or not.  Steeling his nerves, he knocked, and Dex opened it immediately.

“Hey” Nursey said quietly.

“Hi” Dex said, “Um, you wanna come in?”

“Yeah, sure.” Nursey said, trying to sound casual.  He followed Dex into the room, and sat on his desk chair, as Dex sat on his bed again.

“So…” Nursey started after an awkward silence.

“So.  Um. About last night.” Dex started awkwardly.  “About what you said.”

“Listen, Will, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said any of that.” Nursey apologised again.

“It’s ok.  It’s just.  I can’t be in a relationship right now” Dex said.  “I’m sorry Derek, but after everything with Tanner…” Dex stopped, swallowing back a sob.

“It’s okay, I understand Will.  I’d never push you into a relationship when you’re not ready.” Nursey said.

“Can we still be friends?”  Dex asked quietly, looking worried.

“Of course.  If you want to be.  I want to still be friends.” Nursey said.

“Yeah.  And.” Dex stopped, looking at Nursey nervously. “Maybe someday we could… maybe we could date?  I don’t know yet.  But maybe.”

Dex smiled at him nervously, and Nursey smiled back at him.

They were gonna be okay.

anonymous asked:

Mutsuki and toukas affection for kaneki are quite similar (mutsuki's more extreme but listen)? haise father figure to mutsuki same with kaneki he literally is like arata even looks like him imo both crushes they have for him are coming from a very unhealthy father complex?Touka always punching kaneki to show her love, kinda reminds me of how mutsuki lashed out at fake haise and called it 'love' because its the only love he only ever knew. I'm looking forward to a mutsuki/touka confrontation tbh

Wah, sorry Anon, no offense really xD but you can’t exactly compare the feelings of someone who says…

And of someone who goes

Touka isn’t exactly expecting anything from Kaneki, no matter how she feels about him, she just wants him to go back to what “home” is for him and it doesn’t even have to be :Re…

Meanwhile Mutsuki developed an unhealthy obsession, which might not have a lot to do with love even if they call it like that themselves (please read this post ), but they’re completely dependent on Haise’s presence and mostly they used to want Haise to belong to them only.

So I’m not judging or commenting on those feelings for these two characters, however I don’t find them to be comparative at all, sorry Anon.

As for Arata and Kaneki “being similar”, I think you’re misunderstanding something: Kaneki is said to be similar to Arata, not because of the physical appearance but because of their similar behavior, as Ayato said himself:

And honestly, if you’re looking for someone who looks like Arata, that person is Ayato, as it is very discernible when you look at any moment of :Re (which is natural since he’s Arata’s son). :)

I can’t disagree with you that many readers did make a parallel between Kaneki and Arata, even just from a physical point of view, but that’s mostly because…

…whenever we saw Arata and Hikari in the manga, Touka herself was always associated/compared to her mom, and as such many fans tend to see some kind of link between the couples Arata & Hikari and Kaneki & Touka. 

So, I’m sorry Anon, besides my personal opinion that maybe the parallels between Arata/Hikari and Kaneki/Touka could be made on purpose by Ishida-sensei, I think it’s too easy to just dismiss Touka’s possible feelings by calling it a father complex, when her relationship to Kaneki went and will still go through many developments.

Finally, I’m sorry to completely disagree with you yet again, but not only have I and several other bloggers talked about Touka’s punch several times before (please check her tag) but in any case, the punch was only once in :Re + it is in no way related to…

this, so I hope that a glance is enough to understand why this scene and the punch scene are completely different.

I am definitely looking for a Aura & Mutsuki vs Kaneki & Touka conflict personally though :D because it can only bring interesting development to all of them and I’m 100% here for this!
When it comes to comparing Mutsuki’s feelings and Touka’s however, I don’t think it’s very useful seeing as they’re completely the opposite of one another. 

So I disagree Anon :) but that’s just my opinion so you don’t have to agree with me either. I hope maybe it helps though. Have a nice day/evening Anon! 

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This chapter had a better reception than the last one. Seeing Reiner and Zeke was cited as a factor by many. Also the action was hard to resist.

that was an interesting way to set up a new story arc. i don’t really know whether i liked it or not, and i’m really eager to see what’s going on with our main crew. i’m gonna reserve most of my judgement until there’s a bigger picture though, so i can fully see what’s going on and why Isayama decided to start like this.

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anonymous asked:

Hi yes god bless this blog💕 YOUR WRITING IS GREAT okay anyway uhmmmm can I have a Laito imagine where he wants a baby? Pweaaaase 😭

Yaaaaaas Laito wanting kids is a big step to his development. ; U ; This was longer than what I intended, but I promise it’s worth the read.

Laito:

A gentle breeze from the winds blew by as you took a sip of the iced tea from your glass. The sun was out today, and in the courtyard of the Sakamaki mansion, you were finishing up some homework from school. You were tired of studying in your room all day, so going outside was nice for a change. But as you tried to concentrate on the problems in front of you, a certain Sakamaki vampire chuckled and teasingly licked your cheek to make his presence known to you. Startled by the sudden greeting, you gasped and lightly smacked Laito’s arm when he engulfed you into a hug from behind.

“Is my Bitch-chan studying again? Why don’t you pay attention to me instead?” Laito would ask as he sat across from you.

“I have to focus on my studies, Laito. Maybe later.” you’d reply promptly.

Laito frowned at your answer and leaned back in his chair, watching you as you continued on with your homework for the next few minutes. He noticed the way your eyes moved back and forth as you solved each problem, and he found it adorable when you wrinkled your eyebrows at a particularly difficult step. He was lucky to have you at his side, and he couldn’t help but smile when he saw you writing with your engagement ring on. The same engagement ring that he had used to propose to you with just a few weeks ago. 

“Bitch-chan, what do you think about having kids one day?” he asked you when you took a sip from your iced tea.

Embarrassed by the sudden question, you spit out your iced tea out of shock and turned to look at him with wide eyes. “W-What? What did you say…?”

“I asked about your thoughts for having children one day. What do you think?” he reiterated as he eyed you carefully for your reaction once more.

“I-I don’t know. We’re both so young, well- at least, I’m still considered ‘young’. Couldn’t we wait until I’m a bit…older and stable with my life?” you inquired.

“You are stable with your life now since you live with me.” he’d point out, but you would immediately disagree with his statement.

“I’m not. I haven’t even graduated from the academy, I don’t have a job, and I don’t think we’re ready to have kids yet, Laito. Let’s wait for a few more years.” you’d say in an attempt to make him stop talking about it.

Laito isn’t pleased by your words and would be quite upset with you about it. Did you not see him as someone competent in being a parent? Were you planning to leave him with no strings attached in the future? It made him feel uneasy for the rest of the day, so he would leave you and go away to play on the piano to distract himself from your stinging words. Anything to protect his heart from being broken.

Later on that evening as you slept next to Laito in his bed, a dream occurred to you and sent you forward to the future. You found yourself in the courtyard again but this time, you noticed Laito sitting in a rocking chair underneath a tall willow tree. As you walked towards him to say hello, you saw him holding a small bundle in his arms and him closing his eyes with a peaceful smile plastered on his face as he rocked back and forth in the rocking chair. 

Something inside you told you to stop and observe him, and you felt a warm breeze blow by as it swirled up leaves from the ground around Laito and what seemed to be…your newborn child. You have never seen Laito look so serene and at genuine ease before, and you didn’t want to interrupt his time with the adorable sleeping baby. All you could do was admire him from afar and note how happy he looked with his baby.

When you decided to take a step forward, everything faded from sight, and your dream ended in seconds as your body twitched to wake you up from your sleep. You opened your eyes and groaned quietly, wishing you could have finished the dream properly. When Laito heard your small groan, he woke up and turned to you to ask what was the matter.

“I had a beautiful dream and I didn’t get to see the end of it…It was such a nice dream too.” you murmured in frustration.

Laito chuckled at your words and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

“Maybe it’ll come back to you if you go to sleep again.” he suggested.

You smiled at his idea and turned around to tightly hug him in return. The Laito you loved now was still the same one from your fleeting dream, and you were excited for what the future held for the two of you.

“Don’t worry Laito, I’ll see it again one day.”

-Admin Yuuzuki

I remember in like elementary school I asked mom once if she was proud of me, and she said that she dislikes when parents say they’re proud of their kids because it always sounds so proprietary to her, like “I’m proud of my accomplishment, who in this case is my child, in a way I’m the one who really won the spelling bee.” (This is a matter on which mom and I disagree, but largely in terms of semantics–you can make claim on all your kid’s successes without using the word pride, and you can appreciate your kid as their own person while still saying you’re proud of them but ANYWAY.)

But she did say that she respected me because of the actions I took and the character I had, and that she was (to put it mildly) happy to know me, and presumably since I was in like 6th grade, I was like, “cool thanks mom I’m gonna go play with my Pokémon cards for the next twelve hours”

And sometimes

Late at night

Looking at gif sets of John Boyega

I just whisper, “I would say I am proud of you, you beautiful perfect man, but I had nothing in the least to do with your success, I make no claim on you nor could I ever, being some distant stranger whose life you have improved in direct return for nothing, not even knowledge of my existence, and thus I say instead, good sir, I respect you because of your choices and your character and your face and your smile and your talent and your saxophone lamp, you delight of my life, please come trade Pokémon cards with me, I know you have some”

HEALER OF HEARTS [GEORGE WEASLEY]

summary: in which george weasley injures himself on purpose after one interesting conversation with a healer at st. mungo’s hospital for magical maladies and injuries.

a/n: i don’t know, i had this idea after rereading the chapter in order of the phoenix where they visit arthur and you know blah blah. this takes place like maybe 2 years or more after the battle of hogwarts. (also, excuse my bad reasons for making george go bc i’m not familiar too much lmao and sorry too for my lack of knowledge in treating things)

p.s. expect a part two 😊

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anonymous asked:

When did you start Sherlolly shipping? For me, it started in S1E2, The Blind Banker, when Sherlock cannot seem to take his off Molly in morgue when she is showing the feet of two dead goons. It is an unwavering gaze as he is moving around. Not to mention that he seems to notice all the little things about her – lipstick, how she parts her hair, and of course in S1E3, when he comments on her weight gain out of pique that she is in interested in a new guy who is not Sherlock!

I never really “shipped” anyone in any fandom until I was talking over the whole of S3 with friends, and thinking about all the scenes they had with Molly, and why they hadn’t used John in those moments instead.  I wrote up “Why Molly and Not John?” and that pretty much explains my thinking on that.  Going back over all the episodes I started to see the progression, and discovering the fandom, fell in love. 

I have to disagree with you on TBB though - I see Sherlock still in his “manipulation” phase: his compliments are a means to an end, and he drops his smile at Molly once she’s no longer seeing him (a classic indicator that he’s lying through his teeth.)  It’s TGG where it does start to shift, with Jim in the morgue; his glances to her, his jealous deduction (as it’s been clearly established that Sherlock deduces friends only when attacked/threatened), and of course this look:

I think this scene is where the table starts to turn for Sherlock. 

But even though he’s manipulating her in ASIP & TBB, it’s made very very clear that she’s on his radar, and he’s paying attention: the hair, the lipstick - noticed and retained by a man who hates “people” and deletes unimportant information; disappointed that she took off the lipstick; pretending not to understand her invitation to coffee; the compliments he gives her are pretty obviously based in sincerity.  It’s all lovely shipping material. 

The Last Five Eps: What we know, what I expect and what I hope to see

Hiatus is always a hard time to be in fandom. Lots of waiting, lots of impatience, lots of missing our ship and our show. But this hiatus was… dare I say it? Pretty nice. I hesitate to say easy, simply because we’re all so anxious to finally get to see these last five eps. But the fandom has been so excited and that’s really made things kind of fun. I’d put this hiatus behind the summer hiatus between season 2 and 3 in order of “Best Hiatus’”. If anyone ever had such a list, that is. 😉

But now we’re looking down the barrel of these last five episodes and the end of the season is rushing up at us. This is where things get wild. Historically speaking. Last year was a bit of a flop but most seasons, the last five episodes is where Arrow really shines. So I wanted to go over what we know, what I’m expecting, and what I’m hoping for.

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honestly inclusionists need to stop throwing the words “abuse” and “gaslighting” around. people who are mean to you on the internet because you disagree about an issue like ace discourse are not your abusers, and they are not gaslighting you.

as someone who has experienced these things i think it’s so fucking disrespectful and it trivializes the experiences of people who have had to deal with actual abuse in our lives.

and if you’re an abuse survivor that still doesn’t give you the right to turn around and call us literal abusers because someone on our side called you stupid once.

-s

Cry in my blocklist because that’s where you go when you crap on autistic headcanons.

(General “you”)

[Still image of Autistic!12th Doctor glaring at the viewer while holding his stimmy chalk. The word “listen” is written on the chalkboard behind him. (Doctor Who)]

Call autistic headcanons “fucking stupid” all you want.

But as soon as you go into the autism tag and publicly say “people who make up autistic headcanons are fucking stupid because they pick out one trait and call it autism” you are automatically blocked. I have zero respect for people who put down others over a headcanon.

I once had a private discussion with someone who disagreed with pulling one trait and basing a headcanon off that. It was an interesting discussion. The key point is it was in private and it wasn’t insulting anyone for having headcanons.

I personally don’t go on just one trait to call a headcanon, but I won’t gripe at people who do. I scroll by and leave it alone because it makes that person happy to have that headcanon and they are likely seeing something that I’m not. 

And that is a-okay.

[Still image of Autistic!Drax giving someone a cold side-eye. (Guardians of the Galaxy)]

Autistic headcanons hurt nobody, but insulting people who make autistic headcanons is…

1) Ableist
2) Shitty
3) Hurts people
4) Tells people they’re not allowed to see themselves in characters they love.

That’s bullshit. 

People are allowed to see themselves in any character they want. They’re not hurting anything as long as they aren’t going around demanding everyone else in the fandom abides by their headcanon or hounding the creators to “make” their headcanon canon. 

So, you hate autistic headcanons? Too bad, they’re not going away, and insulting people for having them only makes you look bad. 

An easy way to solve the problem is blacklist the ‘autistic headcanon’ tag, block anyone who doesn’t tag their autistic headcanon posts with ‘autistic headcanon’ and leave people alone.

[Animated gif of Autistic!Groot rocking and squinting at the viewer. (Guardians of the Galaxy)]