have my own conversations

And here we have Ohmtoonz in their natural habitat: always wondering what the other is doing accompanied with flirtatious teasing 

anonymous asked:

Are you gonna move away from bts ;fandom ;;

nah i still love bts but content creation for real people….isn’t as “satisfying” for someone who thrives on free interpretation?

i feel like anime fandom gives me very much of a safe and wildly creative space, while kpop fandom tends to exert pressure when i don’t draw things the way someone else interprets it.

communication-wise i also feel like i get way lesser fun/productive interactions with the latter compared to when i was in haikyuu/ft fandom, so indulging back into anime has been re-energising my creative spirit, which solely being in kpop fandom didn’t manage to do very well, since the culture felt quite individualistic and at times….lonely

BTS React to getting a boner as you sit on their lap

Anonymous asked: Bts reacting to you sitting on their lap because no chair was left and getting a boner?

First of all I would like to apologize for not replying to everyones requests lately do to extreme writers block. I’ll be working on them soon (:

Thank you! ♡


Would shift his eyes vigorously as the two of you were at a gathering, soon acting casual as he got his sweet revenge; teasing you when nobody was looking.

Originally posted by jhopefluxo


Act like he felt nothing but was extremely bothered -insert gif-. Once everyone left, he would subtly grind against you as you noticed the problem,

Originally posted by jeonbase


Awkward as fuck, wanting you off but not because he didn’t want anyone to see. Afterwards when the two of you were alone, he would laugh as he teased you and things picked up from there.

Originally posted by yoongichii


Extra ass.

Whispers into your ear when everyone is having their own conversations: “Don’t you dare move my dear.” as his hand slides down your arm. 

Originally posted by ultranicolet


Embarrassed at first as he casually buries his head into your neck as no one’s looking, leaning back up and whispering: “why, baby?” 

Teases you with his finger trailing up your thigh once in a while.

Originally posted by 9taefox


Also awkward af, the only once who would actually get up and out of the room and take you with him.

“Was that on purpose?”

Originally posted by purelyjimin


Bounces his leg up and down out of habit, he wanted to get out of the situation so bad but waited through. The moment the last person walked out that door, he smiled as he silently pulled you closer to his crotch and the night went on.

Originally posted by taesscripts

okay but

I don’t Discourse, but I get so angry when people dismiss asexual’s people’s problems as something like “Boohoo, you don’t want to fuck, no one gives a shit”.

But it’s so much more than that. Obviously it’s not homophobia, never was and never will be. It doesn’t even compare, it’s not the same thing at all. 

But there are issues asexual people face like - there is pressure, part of it from society, and a lot of it come for ourselves. And that kind of self-hate and self-loathing and thinking you’re broken and unloveable, developping unhealthy sexual behaviour and self-harm - it’s a thing, it’s definitely a thing, not something 14-year-old kids on tumblr made up for attention. It can really mess you up, mess your relationships up, and people are so afraid to talk about it - I read words of older people - and I don’t mean people my age, I mean people in their 50s, their 60s - probably they don’t even know asexuality is even a thing, they got married and had kids and always felt wrong, because they hate sex and they never wanted it and never felt comfortable around it but they did it, quietly, never said a fucking word, and hated themselves a bit more every single time because they never understood why they felt they were missing what they were always told was supposed to be a fundamental part of themselves. They spent their entire life thinking they were broken.

and. it’s not homophobia, it’s not bigotry from an entire society keeping you from jobs and housing, etc. there’s no stats or anything. And maybe a lot of non-asexual people relate to this self-loathing, too. Things are never completely clear cut - there is always some overlapping. It doesn’t make it any less important. It’s still a thing that most asexual people go through, at least for part of their life, and it can really, really mess someone up. And there’s no need to get into discourse or into any (useless and frankly asinine) comparisons - it just needs to be taken seriously for what it is, because people’s health and happiness are what’s at play and it matters, too.

Ideal Social Interaction

I’m sitting in a comfortable room with 2-3 other people, who are having a friendly conversation about something modestly interesting. The pace of the conversation is fast enough that there are never any awkward gaps, but slow enough that I can jump in whenever I want. When I don’t have anything to say, the others keep conversing in a way that casually acknowledges me as part of the conversation without demanding that I work to sustain it. I have a laptop or smartphone to stare at, but I’m mostly just focused on what people are saying. 

@lightningbug-lane sparked up the idea to talk about unpopular Fire Emblem opinions, so here we go.

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Being:It’s funny to use that word, since so much of my time is preoccupied with where I am going, not where I am. I often see myself as an unfinished project, something that has potential but has yet to realize it. I worry, even fear, that this will remain reality. That one day I’ll look back regretfully at my wasted time-filled life, wishing I had done better. It feels like a low grade headache. Annoying and sometimes it gets uncomfortable enough to do something about it, but only until something else occupies my attention.

When I am not overthinking my future, I do pretty well interacting with my environment. I know who I am and what matters most to me. A few years ago, I impulsively jumped on the chance to help run the group of friends I play games with online. I’m surprisingly good at wielding authority and power in groups. I have an instinctive ability to read others and help them understand each other. I am patient, but firm about rules (I made most of them). I still struggle administering discipline, but it has gotten easier as I get older and more set in my principles.

I’m an EMT. While I don’t have the uncanny ability to read my immediate environment like a sensor might, I am very comfortable using my intuition to understand what a patient’s symptoms and complaints indicate about their health. I trust my partner to notice the things that I don’t, while I focus on my patient’s needs. I don’t do my work for the excitement, but I am a bit of an adrenaline junkie. I love handling a crisis and being the calm in a storm.

I cherish a lot of private beliefs and ideals. I rarely express them, even to my close friends. I’m happy to talk to almost anyone about their beliefs and opinions, but I’m unlikely to interject my own in the conversation.

However, I have become increasingly willing and able to call people out when they act or speak in a way that violates my morals and ethics. I am fiercely protective of those I care about, to the point of physical confrontation, if needed. I never get riled up on my own behalf, but injustice towards others makes me go from 0 to 60 in a heartbeat.

Others’ Perceptions: I have a lot of trouble feeling sure of how others view me. So this part comes with the disclaimer that I don’t vouch for its accuracy.

Things people have told me:

I’m aggressive when playing games cooperatively. I push for domination and control in competitive situations. (I blame both of these on my well developed Te). I am told that I am excruciatingly fair and reasonable to people under my authority.

People often remark at how well I seem to read them and understand their motivations. Sometimes they even get uncomfortable at how much an open book they are to me. My closer circles will occasionally comment at how gentle I am with with people who are limited in some way (age, disability, mental cognition). My ENFP friend will often compliment my ability to get to the heart of a matter, especially if it concerns our shared beliefs.

Things I think others notice without telling me:

I’m very stubborn about certain things. I get bossy and even rude when my position is challenged. I do not enjoy breaking my arguments down logically. I bitch hard about my job and can seem like I hate it, even though it’s usually just blowing off steam so I can move on to the next patient in need of my attention. I think people are surprised at how fast I can go from relaxed and friendly to “HELL NO!” when it comes to my values.

INFP Stereotypes: Daydreamers, unrealistic idealists. Are actually Cinnamon Rolls (look it up, it’s funny). Unsure of themselves and unable to commit to anything. Angsty and moody all the time. Depressed little emo children that can’t handle the real world. ADHD spazzcats about their interests (I fully own this one). Delicate little snowflakes that can’t handle criticism.

I submit that we are all of these things… for a time. And then we grow and become something else.

Regarding the Stealth Edit

What are you going on about!? This is not as a big of a deal as you think.

Nothing changed. Nothing. Chandra is still Bisexual. Nissa is still uncomfortable with the idea of having friends. Chandra still expressed her feelings. I can’t see what the big deal is. Nothing changed!

The extra wordiness of “…about the limit of what you feel comfortable with right now?” Is not in Chandra’s character. It isn’t like her to phrase herself so particularly or with so much elaboration. Her asking: “Friendship?” is exactly the same. Why?

Because I have done the same thing in my own dating life. Having a deep conversation about where we stand among our friends and our peers. I would turn to the woman I’m interested in, look her in the eyes, and emphasize that one word. “Friends?” My posture. My tone. My gaze. The inflection of a question. The woman I was interested in knew exactly what I was asking. I didn’t have to outright ask her to be my girlfriend. The way that I said what I did was enough for her to hear the question and the disappointment and anxiety that I was meaning.

When they answered with “Yes, friends.” That told me pretty clearly that she wasn’t interested in going anywhere past friendship.

Listen people. Nothing. Happened. The stealth edit did nothing. Chandra is still Bisexual. Nissa is still barely able to grasp the idea of friendship, much less romance. Chandra still expressed her desires and affection for Nissa. Nothing changed.

Just because this isn’t the way you would ask a woman to be your girlfriend doesn’t mean it isn’t a valid way. I’ve done it myself and seen it done several times. More importantly, it is entirely within Chandra’s character to ask in this shortened way. The wordiness simply didn’t match her and was unnecessary. I know when I used to ask women out (before I found my current girlfriend) I was too nervous to formulate more than a few words coherently- much less in the specific way the old version of her asked.

Please people. Stop trying to start fires where there is nothing to burn.

Reblog this please. I don’t wanna see the fandom rioting against Wizards when Wizards did nothing wrong. Take out your discrimination paranoia against someone else. Not Wizards.

Twenty-One: Part Twenty

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We spend a while longer in the little room in the distillery, learning each other’s bodies and Alfie teaches me things that endless conversations with Florrie and my own exploration have never come close to. But eventually he orders that it’s time he got me home and we drive to my house in comfortable silence, a contented smile on my face. I sleep well that night, better in fact than I have done in years and it isn’t until I manage to drag my aching body downstairs to find my mother preparing lunch that I realise I’ve slept past noon. She sits at the table and presents me with a cup of tea when she sees me enter the kitchen.

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Knullrufs (A Michael Fanfic Pt 5)

College!Michael AU

Knullrufs-(n.) the messy, tangled, and disheveled post-coital bed hair

Summary: Michael is the resident hook-up savant at Y/N college. Notorious for great one night stands and never being with the same girl twice, Y/n starts to wonder what all the talk is about.

A/N: I haven’t updated in like 4 months. So here you go!

Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four

I text my mom early the next morning letting her know about the change of plans with my new, sex-crazed, plus one. (I left out the sex-crazed part)

“So who’s this guest your bringing?” She asked skeptically. “And why is he just now coming?”

“He’s my…friend,” I struggled with what to call him for the longest time, deciding friend might do. “And he wasn’t able to spend the Holidays with his family so invited him to come.”

“Mhmm.” My mom replied not really believing me. “Well that’s alright sweetie, we’ll set out an extra plate. Are you on your way?”

I paused hanging my last bag to Michael as he threw it in the back of his car. “Yeah we’re leaving now.” I walked up to the front passenger seat and hopped in. “Okay, love you, bye.”

The car ride there was surprisingly tame. Especially since we were driving for over 3 hours. It was filled with the occasional thigh grab, but then he’d just take his hand away like nothing happened, like something else crossed his mind. It wasn’t until we finally parked outside of my house that I actually said something. 

 "Are you okay?“ I asked as he handed me one of my bags from the trunk. 

"Yeah, I’m fine, why?” He answered a little too fast. 

 I scoffed, realizing what his problem is. 

“Are you nervous?" 

 "What! No!” He faked a laugh, “well, maybe a little." 

 I smiled, the fact that he was nervous caused my heart to flutter. "It’s gonna be fine! My parents are really nice. Killing you’s not gonna be the first thing they do.” I laughed walking up to the door. 

 "You’re just a source of comfort you know that.“ He grumbled pulling at his shirt. 

"Stop that!” I swatted at his hand, “you look…” I paused taking in his maroon shirt, black jeans, and leather jacket he was sporting. I bit my lip while meeting his eyes, my hands inching their was up his chest. “You look good.” Mikey smirked, his hands going to my waist. There was a second of calm before he pushed me against my parents house. My on of my legs wrapping around him, his hands reaching up my side and taking a hold of my ass.

 "What if I just fuck you right here?“ He breathed against my neck. I had no intention of actually having sex on my parents door step but if it got his mind off what was stressing him out I was going to happily be a distraction for him. I grabbed his hair, bringing his face up so I could place a kiss on his lips, him quickly returning the favor. Everything was perfectly fine until we heard the front door start to open. I quickly pushed him off me, fixing my sweater, and hair. To my surprise, when the door fully opened I found two little kids smiling up at me. 

 "Aunt Y/N!” They screamed running at me. “Babies!” I yelled bending down so I could wrap them in a giant hug. 

“I didn’t know y'all were coming.” I pulled away looking at my 4 and 6 year old niece and nephew. 

 "Well we weren’t going to miss it, now were we.“ I heard my oldest sister laugh opening the door. An excited yelp came out of my mouth and through my arms around her. We both laughed and greeted each other. "And who is this?” She asked as we pulled away looking towards Michael still standing awkwardly in the door way. I wish I would’ve taken a picture because nobody back at school had probably seen Michael in such a state. 

I walked back to him and quickly yanked him inside the house. It wasn’t long before we were completely surrounded by my family and some friends. Michael’s communication skills consisted of polite smiles, nods, and vague answers. It wasn’t for a few hours when the crowd finally left and it was just my mom, dad, sister, Michael and I. My parents were insisting Michael stay in the guest room while my sister and I stay in our own.

“No dad, he’s staying with me” I insisted.

“I thought he was just a friend?” 

“He is, but he’s also a cute friend.” I challenged crossing my arms over my chest.

My dad sighed, cursing the stubbornness that he gave me. “Fine, but he stays on the couch.” 

“Of course!” (He wasn’t staying on the couch) 


My parents gave Michael and I some time to settle in. Take our stuff upstairs, shower, (together my I add. They should really thank us for conserving water) and then back downstairs in time for dinner. 

The dinner was about as awkward as someone would expect. The kids had gone to bed so my parents brought out the holiday wine that they passed to Michael, my sister, and I. After a few minutes I realized how bored I was, and how great Michael looked in a black button down and jeans. I decided to have a little fun of my own. 

As I carried a conversation I placed a hand on to Michael’s knee, every now and then inching it up a little further. At first he didn’t seem to notice, but soon there was no way he could ignore it. I let my fingers absently glide of his outline, applying pressure liberally, just trying to get arouse out of him.

I had him biting his lip and gripping the table cloth when my mom asked him, “So Michael, what are you majoring in?” 

He seemed to be shocked back into reality. Clearing his throat before responding. “Neuroscience.”

As soon as he answered I realized I hadn’t even known his major, or anything about him really. Though this interested me slightly, not nearly as much as the thought of him cumming right in front of my parents. So I kept at my work, now going achingly slow against him. 

“I’m impressed.” My mom nodded, “What do you plan to do with your degree?”

Michael never ceases to amaze me. He had such a ready answer for all of her and my dad’s questions. I guess I never took Michael for the ‘plan ahead’ kind of guy. So far I had learned that he’s studying Neuroscience so he can study the theory of a Connectome. (basically having a computer mimic the neuron movement of an actual brain. Artificial intelligence kind of thing.) And the answer kept coming with every question, despite his preoccupation down stairs.

“What do your parents think of your studies?”

He was too focused on countering my actions to think about the question. To think about how he would usually answer that, because everyone went silent when he half-spkoe-half-moaned.  “They’re dead.”


Hey so do y’all remember this series! Cause I obviously didn’t for 4 months! I’m sorry! But it’s back and here it is and I love you and let me know if you want a PT.6 or if your just done with me…cause honestly same. 

guys you won’t believe what I just experienced…

I was in the CBD and a muslim man hands me a flyer on ‘women’s rights in islam’.. There was only 2 muslim men handing these flyers out then a group of a larger group of muslim men across the road. At this point, I’m thinking.. are they for real?? Because he’s literally handing me, an ex muslim women who’s still in hiding because of my own physical and emotionally safety and fear of homelessness, a flyer saying that muslim women have rights, which I’ve never felt to be accurate as a practicing muslim women or now as an ex muslim women in hiding (still muslim to my family and everyone else that know’s me irl)

I ask him why there are no muslim women here speaking about women’s rights in islam or handing out any flyers and that I found it odd and ironic that there were men here speaking for them. He said because ‘it’s not safe’ I said ‘we live in New Zealand, a peaceful country’ .. he struggled to come up with words. I mean what kind of bullshit excuse is that? We are standing in the heart of Auckland City (Auckland has the largest muslim population in New Zealand) right outside a block of halal eateries while muslim women walk all around us. How ridiculous…

I then started to tell him how hard life is as an ex muslim women in hiding (i pretty much risked my own safety by having this conversation because I was that upset) and he literally just made excuses and showed no empathy or compassion or understanding. 

It’s disgusting how men can stand on the street and hand out flyers on how muslim women have rights and not even have muslim women present there themselves and then make excuses for the way they treat ex muslim women. It’s very clear he gave no fucks so I just ended up walking away. 

Man i just felt that disrespect when a muslim man can stand on the street and claim he cares about muslim women or women in general, have no idea what it’s like to be a muslim or ex muslim women, know himself how badly ex muslim women are treated and basically stand there and speak over us and our struggles.

If I was feeling a lot less depressed and emotionally stronger I would have asked if he’d like to have a coffee and sit down and record a voice interview with him and discuss this topic with him, but I just wasn’t feeling up to it and my safety was at risk. I just can’t believe the lengths some of these men will go to to make their religion look good while silencing those who try to speak out and speaking over them. They’ll hand out flyers how ‘respected, honored’ and cherished’ women are yet have no problem disowning, abusing and ignoring the ones who’ve left their faith and suffer. 

Masked - Part 4

Word Count: 2133

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Language

A/N: Part 4 finally! I’m glad everyone is enjoying the series so far! It means a lot so thank you <3 

(Y/F/N) - Your first name

(Y/L/N)- Your last name


Masked Masterlist

Part 3

Originally posted by tmholland

“Well, that was… interesting,” Tony said with an exasperated sigh. Plopping down on a stool by the kitchen island, he slumped forward with his head resting on the back of his arms.

“I know, I saw the news coverage. And you got your asses handed to you. Well everyone but Peter,” Bruce responded as Tony opened a beer. “Where did he run off to anyway?”

“Who knows. I’m sure he’ll be back. We have the kid anyway, it’s more of a waiting game now.”

“The kid is just lucky Fury wants them on the team so badly. Otherwise, I would have kicked their ass all the way to the other side of the city,” Natasha grumbled while eating a bag of chips.

“Nat,” Clint warned.

“Clint,” She said shooting him a glare.

One just does not take down Natasha Romanoff without some sort of conscience. The whole team knew that she doesn’t go down without a fight easily and the fact that a kid took her out of the fight so quickly was eating away at her. Once you woke up you were definitely in for an interesting discussion.

“Do we have ID on the kid yet?” Steve asked, ignoring his friend’s attics.

“FRIDAY is running it now. We should have a name any sec - and there it is.” Tony grinned finally happy that this whole mess was over. “Our masked vigilante is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), age sixteen, and by the looks of it, they’re also insanely smart. The kid is already in college and at the top of their classes.”

“Oh, great. Another nerd,” Natasha chuckled.

“That does explain why their suit, by the look of it, was so advanced. It was almost like Tony made it,” Bruce said reading over your file.

As the team started to skim your file, Peter busted in with a slightly flustered face and something in his hand. Ignoring the team’s looks of confusion he made his way over to you - who was still unconscious on the couch. The last thing the team wanted to do was to freak you out when you woke up so they decided to keep you comfortable.

“Peter, what’s in the bag and where did you disappear to?” Clint questioned as Peter sat down in the chair next to the couch.

“(Y/N)’s bag,” He responded as Tony furrowed his eyebrows.

“You know this kid?” He asked.

“No - Yes - Uh I guess? I mean we literally just met today at the diner I was set up at and I notice they had a bag with them before I left. I figured they would want it since you know I sorta drugged them before unmasking them,” Peter rambled clearly flustered. “You know we really hit it off too. We exchanged numbers and everything. Now I going to deal with their wrath when they wake up.”

“Spidey has a crush,” Sam teased as Peter groaned.

Being the youngest on the team left Peter to be teased a lot. Still, he rather have them teasing him instead of the whole team getting into one of their overly protective moods. It took months just to convince everyone to let him go on missions and even then, he has to sit some out. A part of Peter wishes that it wasn’t you who was under the mask but another part of him was glad he didn’t have to keep the Spider-Man secret away from you. Still, he had no idea what you would do once you woke up. If it was him, he would be angry at whoever drugged him. And in his case, it was him who drugged you.

“Earth to Spidey? You’re drooling,” Pietro laughed as Wanda smacked his head. “What? Well, he is?!”

“Brother, stop. I think it’s cute. Young love at it’s finest,” She sighed as Peter’s face went as red as his suit.

“I hate everyone,” He muttered in response to their laughter.

“Alright, kid. Quit staring and wait until the kid wakes up on their own,” Tony said, returning to his beer he left on the island.

For the second time today, you awoke with a pounding headache, but this time your mouth was oddly dry. Adjusting to the bright lights shining on your face, you blinked a few times only to realize you’re not in your apartment. You were in some sort of fancy living room with a fantastic view of New York. Even the couch you were laying on was better than your shitty living situation.

You closed your eyes as the memories came flooding in; everything started to piece together and you slowly started to remember what happened. The fake robbery, the fight where you kicked everyone’s asses, being kicked to the ground by the stupid spider-guy, hurting your arm in the process, him drugging you as he unmasked you, and to make matters worse: he was that cute boy you met at the diner.

“Well, shit,” You grumbled.

Wincing from the pain of your headache and your arm, you slowly sat up from your comfy position. Just as you were about stand up you felt a hand on your bad arm. Out of reflex, you grabbed whosoever hand it was and flipped them into the ground. Realizing what you did, you let out a small gasp as you stared at the poor soul who you just have thrown. It, of course, was Peter - no surprise there.

“Dude, what the hell!?” You squawked, not caring about your headache.

“S-Should’ve seen that coming,” He groaned while trying to catch his breath.

You must have slammed him down hard because the way he was breathing looked like you knocked the wind out of him. Once he was able to breathe a bit normally, he sat up and glared at you. Someone was not a happy Spider.

“Don’t look at me like that!” You began waving your hands around. “You freaking kicked me to the ground in mid-air and drugged me!”

“Touché,” He muttered as you helped him off of the ground. “To be fair, you still have your suit on and you did attack my friends.”

“Really, kid?” You scoffed. “My arm still hurts, I have this annoying headache, and my mouth is really dry. What did you dose me with?!”

To say that you were annoyed was an understatement. You were basically kidnapped by the Avengers - that’s something you don’t hear every day - and this kid was trying to defend his actions. Your bickering carried on for a few more minutes while rest of the team stood with amused expressions. You could say that you already made a good impression on them.

“Listen hear, Spiderling. I could kick your ass any day, anytime. In fact, let’s go right now!”

“Bring it on, Glowstick!”

Before you could say anything else you heard someone clear their throat. Turning away from your heated conversation, you saw Mr. Star Spangled Banner with his arms crossed and a stern expression. Rolling your eyes, you prepared yourself for one of his righteous speeches. It was Captain America what could you expect.

“Alright, kids. Break it up, that’s enough,” He said.

“Sorry Mr. Rogers,” Peter sheepishly said as you scoffed.

“I’m sorry, Spangles… should I salute you as well?” You asked as you heard a few chuckles fill the room.

Smirking to yourself, you notice your bag leaning against the side of the couch. Taking that as your cue to leave, walked over to your bag before a hand grabbed your arm. Flinching from the pain you whipped around and stared at Peter once more.

“If you’re thinking about leaving now that’s not going to happen.”

“First off, stop grabbing my arm. And second, who is going to stop me?” You asked.

“Well, all of us,” Tony replied with a smirk. “See kid we’ve been looking for you for a while now.”

“If you’re going to arrest me, I’ll warn you now that it won’t go so well.”

Tony laughed loudly as you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. They clearly seemed like they wanted to arrest you unless they had some other thing in mind. Glancing over to Peter he shrugged while the rest of the team sighed.

“Your people skills never cease to impress,” Sam dryly said to Tony. Turning back to me he mouth a quick sorry while rolling his eyes at his billionaire friend.

“Hold on Sam I need a minute,” He laughed.

“And he’s drunk,” Rhodey added before walking over to his friend.

“I’m confused. You guys seemed pretty keen on arresting me. Why else would you chase me after -” You began before your eyes widen. As everyone slightly nodded to your realization you finished your thought. “You want me to join the team?”

Silence filled the room (except for a few chuckles from Tony) as you tried to process the new information. They wanted you - a kid with weird alien powers - to join the Avengers. Sure, you had to admit they seemed like good people, but you never saw yourself as Avengers material. You just kicked butt when it was needed, but now they were asking you to join a team that saves the world. That was definitely a big step from the streets of New York.

The team already seemed so close and you didn’t want to squeeze yourself in there if you weren’t needed. You were used to being a lone wolf; only taking care of yourself, not working with other people on a team. Still, the thought of it started to grow on you. The only problem was that you weren’t the hero they saw you as. You needed to deal with some personal things before you could even think about joining.

“Wow, it’s flattering for sure but-”

“You like to do things by yourself and the whole team dynamic ruins your style?” Bucky asked.

“You guessed it,” You said wanting this conversation to be over. “Look I have my own way of doing things. You guys handle the big stuff and I’ll handle the small stuff.”

Ignoring Peter’s protests, you grabbed your bag and threw it over your good shoulder. You just needed to get home and pretend none of this ever happened.

“I hope you know we know where you live and we also know a lot about you. You’re pretty much stuck with us. I wouldn’t try fighting it,” Natasha said grabbing your bag and stopping you.

“Such as?” You asked.

“Your parents and the number of foster homes you went to,” She answered clearly knowing how to get under your skin

Digging your nails into your palms you took a deep breath and yanked the bag out of her hand. Your parents was a subject you didn’t bring up. It brought back to many memories from that day you lost them and what soon followed after.

“Natasha maybe you should-” Steve started to say as the lights began to flicker.

It was definitely not a good sign when energy sources around you did that. Though, you wouldn’t have hurt anyone. You could however, cause a small power outage and break a few windows while you’re at it. You didn’t plan on hurting Natasha for getting under your skin, you could tell she was just trying to read your reactions with certain subjects. Looking at the floor to avoid everyone stare, you tried to calm yourself.

“You should get that checked out,” You joked pointing to the flickering lights.

“I can look at that arm,” Bruce offered clearly seeing that you weren’t putting that much weight on it. “Just let me look at it and you can go.”

You sighed knowing they wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Fine.”

“Great. I’ll show where the lab is and fix you up there.”

“We can also continue our discussion there,” Tony added, and rolled you your eyes.

“If I say I’ll join the team will everyone stop pestering me?” You huffed.


“Fine, I’ll join your little group of heroes. Happy now?”

Most of the team nodded with smiles, and you heard a loud “yes” coming from the annoying Spiderling. As everyone stopped and stared an embarrassed Peter, you let out a loud laugh. Slapping a hand over your mouth, you continued giggling as Peter broke out into a huge grin.

“Welcome to the team, kid. You’ll fit right in,” Bucky said while patting your back.

Returning a small smile while giggling, you followed Bruce to the lab. Though you didn’t care to admit it, you were starting to like the idea of joining the Avengers. They seemed like nice people that just wanted to help you out. To add to that, you now had an excuse to see a certain spider every day and that was something you couldn’t complain about.

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Studying Japanese

Was writing up this post for something on reddit, but I figured some people might find it useful here. This is basically my “Japanese Studying” history condensed into survey form. I often get asked how I got started and how I learned and this is basically of summary of how I go about it along with some advice I would give people looking back at my own experience.

1. Out of 10, roughly how skilled are you in the following areas (1 is absolute beginner and 10 is native level fluency):   

Speaking: 7    Listening: 8    Reading: 9    Writing: 7    Grammar: 9

2. How long have you been studying Japanese? 4.5 Years. 2 in college, got good grades but only studied with an aim of doing well on the tests. The rest has been as primarily an Elementary/Kindergarten ALT in somewhat rural Japan, a fairly immersive setting where I don’t really have any coworkers who can speak anything beyond rudimentary English.

3. What’s your Japanese vocabulary?

15k+ I’d say.

4. Why are you learning Japanese? I want to achieve near fluency and be able to use Japanese alongside my business/economics degree (and hopefully a future MBA) in the business world.

5. What resources do you use to study? I use Anki for an hour+ every day while writing everything down with a pencil and paper except for the most basic kanji and the hiragana/katakana-only words.

I used the first two text books in the Yokoso! Series in college. Pretty good.

The only textbook I have used in Japan is the Minna no Nihongo Intermediate II Textbook at a local volunteer 日本語教室. It was also good. Nowadays I mostly read newspaper articles there.

I am a big fan of the Kanken (漢字検定) exams because they expose you to lots of useful kanji, sentences, idioms, and opposite pairs that you might not otherwise see in textbooks made for foreigners. I just study the practice exam books, putting everything I don’t know how to write or read into a Anki deck. In 2 years I have been able to work my way up from level 8 to level 3 and am currently studying for the pre-2 and level 2 exams.

I am fortunate (for my career and language goals) to work in a place where basically the only English I speak is with my elementary students in class every week. All my work/meetings at school are conducted in Japanese, I make my lesson plans in Japanese, and while I do my best to expose my students to English and international culture, all my time spent playing at recess, eating lunch, or volunteering afterschool is pretty much free Japanese practice time with eager conversational partners.

I am a fan of Japanese Vocaloid music and for the past few years my hobby has been translating and subbing Vocaloid songs and videos for foreign fans to enjoy. You can find some of my work by looking up “descentsubs” on YT but unless you are into anime-type stuff you might not find it interesting at all.

I am also in an English Novel Translation group. We slowly translate novels (currently Animal Farm) into Japanese.  I am the “English Advisor”, helping with English metaphors, idoms, colloquial sayings, and archaic grammar, and the Japanese members correct my translations which is really helpful because while I have improved enough to not actually make many actual mistakes anymore, my Japanese writing is not at all “natural” so I get tons of advice on how actual Japanese people would reword the translations I create.

6. How many hours per week do you actively spend studying?

Anki and Kanken studying usually adds up to about 14 hours a week. I spend a good 4-5 hours on my translating hobby, a few hours reading, and another 3-4 hours at my Japanese class or Translation circle each week. As long as you have a smartphone/dictionary near you, anytime can be study time though.

7. Do you tend to focus more on reading & writing, or speaking and listening?

I have to do all 4 of them currently for my job, but listening and reading are the most important. People can still largely understand you if you write or speak poorly (and I make plenty of minor mistakes every time I open my mouth) but there are no “easy documents” or “easy meetings/lectures/conversations” in the workplace, you either got to know it or you don’t when the moment comes. My solution to dealing with this is to focus on increasing my vocabulary over everything else with grammar given secondary priority.

8. What country do you live in?

Fukushima, Japan

10. Any final words for beginners and fellow /r/learnjapanese folk?
-Lots of people talk about how things like Kanken or JLPT aren’t real indicators of Japanese fluency and they are not, but what they are is excellent goals to help keep yourself motivated and honest as you move forward.

-Anki is an amazing program. It really works and if you stick with it every day you see real results. I only started using it 1.5 years ago and I regret that greatly. Back them I was between N2-N3 in level from accumulated experience, but once I started digesting some essential lists (JLPT N3, N2, N1 Kanji/Vocab lists, the Japan Elementary School kanji list, Core 6000) my life changed in a huge way. I was able to functionally (if slowly and painstakingly at times) read basically everything in my daily life and work environment. I finally started understanding enough Japanese to better know what I DIDN’T know. I could listen to a conversation or read something and understand it to the point that I could easily begin to realize things like “oh, I didn’t catch that one word” or “what is the nuance of that grammar he just used?”. That is when you really start getting on the path towards functional fluency.

-To go along with the last point, BUILD YOUR VOCABULARY (語彙力)! Until at least the N3 level I do think it is important to go along with a textbook like Genki or Minna no Nihongo to help understand the fundamentals of Japanese grammar and build a good base that will allow you to move forward into advanced levels. But once you are able to process the majority of basic grammar forms, pure vocab and kanji rapidly outpaces the usefulness of the grammar points you will encounter in high level textbooks and study materials, even for N2 and N1. While I may hear (or poorly try to use) something like ~ざるを得ない or 揚げ句 once a week, I am constantly bombarded with vocab from even my youngest elementary students (including bug, flower, food, and objects names) that really strains my memory because I don’t have the same life experiences as them. The only way to make up for that lack of experience is to STUDY YOUR ASS OFF! This doesn’t mean you don’t study grammar, but rather from the intermediate level on you should mostly look up grammar when you don’t understand something, don’t waste time studying chapters full of expressions that you may almost never use. Let your real experiences start to dictate what grammar you look up, learn, remember, and use. I never studied grammar by rote for either N2 or N1 and passed just fine using this approach.

-Finally, the only thing that will make these last 2 points worth your time is to find a way to apply your Japanese on a daily basis. Read books, read manga, watch anime, find conversation partners, translate songs, move to Japan, whatever. Anki and drilling are effective but what they really do is get things floating around in your head that are now ready to make a real life connection and be truly remembered. Pretty much every difficult word or phrase I have been able to learn and make my own to use in daily conversation over the past few years has started with memorizing in Anki and THEN encountering it once or twice in conversation or reading, having that A-HA! moment, and finally grasping what it really means. Whether you are in Japan or not, this “application”-phase of Japanese study can take all kinds of forms, just find something that suits your interests. I’m not a big anime fan but I disagree with some people who say “anime doesn’t teach you real Japanese”. If you approach anime or manga with a “I want to understand everything approach” and not just remember words like “senpai”, “dokidoki”, and “kawaii” you will learn and progress. It really doesn’t matter, just find SOME way to live and experience Japanese constantly.

-(For advanced learners) Once I got far along enough in Japanese to make heads and tails of my daily life over here, I couldn’t shake the ever present desire to want to understand EVERYTHING and not be perplexed by things Japanese people do without second thought. I am constantly looking up stuff I encounter. See a sign you can’t read completely? Look it up. Listening to your drunk boss ramble on at the enkai about stuff you don’t care about? Look it up while doing あいずち. Stuck at a meeting or event that doesn’t really apply to you? Silently aim for 100% comprehension trying to jot down every word that you didn’t understand. You won’t be able to do this all the time, but when life or work allows it, turn parts of everyday life into listening or reading exercises. This “looking up” habit is similar to using Anki; it primes your brain and breeds familiarity, just waiting for your next encounter with a newly learned word or phrase to cement it into your memory. Chances are that if it is worth remembering and you continue to watch the same kinds of shows or work in the same workplace it WILL come up again.

-Language is a never-ending process. Learning it is also progresses extremely unevenly when approaching the language as an outsider who didn’t grow up immersed in the culture. After these few years of hard work, I can show my elementary school students how to write any kanji or phrase in their homework, I can out-do the middle schoolers in town for the most part as well, I can dazzle adults with my knowledge of 四字熟語 but in the end, I am not native and never will be. I’m still not anywhere remotely close. All I need to do to prove it is open my mouth for a few seconds and speak Japanese. But it doesn’t matter. Learning this language has provided me with all kinds of amazing human connections, wonderful memories, and a new outlook on my future life and goals after years of fighting depression through college. Good luck and keep grinding!

Terrible Date [Ficlet]

[Dick Grayson x Reader]  -  [Jason Todd x Reader]

Requested by anon: “For the prompt list! "I’m on a terrible date and your my waiter so help me” I could just imagine Dick Grayson kind’ve nodding and escorting you away after you make an excuse or Jason Todd being like “fuck my job lets get you away from this creep”. Sorry for the long ask! <3 -Nat”

Prompt: “I’m on a terrible date and your my waiter so help me”



You were sitting with your chin resting in your hand. Staring at the empty chair across from you. Your date had gone to the bathroom, leaving you to sit in this somewhat fancy restaurant. Drumming the finger of your other hand on the table.

This had to be one of the worst dates you’ve been on. This guy is a self centered narcissist that has pretty much admitted to only going out with you because he finds you attractive and just wanted to get lucky tonight.

You were cursing the man in your head when your thoughts were interrupted, “Excuse me miss can I refill your water?” Looking up to see your waiter, remembering his name as Richard. “Uh, yeah sure” the words coming out in a sigh.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, concern painted on his face.

“I’m on a terrible date and your my waiter so please help me” you turned to him pleadingly. Shocked at your outburst, “What’s your name?” he asked. “[F/n]”

“Umm okay just hold on a few minutes” he said before walking away, the jug of water in his hands.

Withing a few minutes your date had returned, continuing to go on and on about his ‘amazing apartment.’ Sinking in your chair you prayed that your waiter would come to your rescue.

Soon enough your date was interrupted by another worker but not your waiter. “Miss this note was dropped off for you” taking the note before the waiter walked away. Opening you skimmed the paper.

‘Say you have an emergency, I’m waiting for you outside. I’m going to walk you home my shift is over

- Richard’

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I have a family emergency I really have to go” you said gathering your coat and purse. Taking out money to pay for your meal and setting it on the table, “I apologize again, nice meeting you” before rushing out of the restaurant.

You walked up to him, “I can’t thank you enough.” Giving you a dashing smile, and answering “No problem, let me walk you home you shouldn’t be on your own.”

Nodding you showed the way to your apartment. During the walk you both got to chatting learning that you had a lot in common. Also learning that he goes by Dick rather than Richard.

Arriving at your apartment, “Thank you again Dick. I think you just saved my night. How can I repay you?” laughing while looking in his blue eyes. Not being able to help but find him attractive. “You don’t have to repay me anything, but maybe you’d let me show you what a good date is like?” he flirted.

Biting down on your lip with a smile, “Yeah, I’d like that”


This date was really awkward. You were uncomfortable with the guy since first entering the restaurant. It was bar & grille type of place. Very casual, a comfortable atmosphere. This guy continued to stare straight at your chest the entire time. 

You constantly shifted uncomfortably. Trying your best to make conversation but it often ended in awkward silence. Often filling it with food.

Jason, your waiter, couldn’t help but noticed the difference in atmosphere at your table rather than his others.

When he saw you stand to go to the bathroom he seized the opportunity.

Jason snuck away from his orders and met you when you walked out of the bathroom. You jumped at finding him in front of you. “Oh gosh you scared me! I thought you were someone else.”

“Are you okay? You’ve seemed uncomfortable.”

Scratching the back of your neck nervously you laughed, “Uh. I’m on a terrible date and your my waiter so help me" Clasping your hands together.

He stared at you for a moment before letting out a sigh. “You know what fuck this job, I’m getting you away from that creep” he said before walking over to the hostess.

Hearing say that he had a family emergency and had to leave. The hostess nodded before saying she would cover for him. 

He came back over to you, “Lets get you out of here” nodding his head for you to follow. He ended up leading you to his car, “Let me give you a lift home.”

“I, uh, I can’t thank you enough, Jason was it?” asking shyly, fiddling with your hands.

He smiled at you, “Yeah, your name’s [F/n], right? I heard him say it.” You nodded returning his smile before climbing in the passenger seat.

“Nice car” you commented, taking in the interior. “Yeah, I prefer my bike though” he shrugged putting the key in the ignition.

Beginning to give directions to your home you answered, “Motorcycle? I love motorcycles” smiling at him.

“Seriously? That’s awesome. Do you ride?” A grin spread on his features. “Sometimes my dad lets me take his out, I don’t have one of my own”

He nodded understanding, both continuing the conversation as he drove. Though before you got out of the car at your stop, he had a question for you.

“Hey [F/n], what do you say I take you for a ride next weekend? Since we both like motorcycles and each other.” Smiling at how smooth he was. “I think that’s a great idea. Pick me up Friday at 7″ sending a wink his way before sliding out of the car.

Not noticing his wide grin and self high five.