he's too busy shipping it

anonymous asked:

Why do you ship NaruHina? I like every other ships of you but not NaruHina. I will never forget the fact that Hinata commented about how manly and big and warm Naruto's hand was although Neji literally sacrificed himself a moment before and his dead body lied in front of them.

I get where you’re coming from. First off, I want to reiterate that Neji dying that way was bullshit. We’re supposed to believe that a wooden projectile was flying at some precise magical speed where it would pierce and cause fatal injury to one and only one human body, without further traveling through that body to pierce the bodies on the other side of it; yet Neji couldn’t knock it away with Kaiten (Revolving Heaven) or another badass taijutsu move? The narrative tells us via Hiashi’s thought bubble that Neji’s moves “won’t be enough” but it’s bullshit. That is contrived bullshit. It’s the opposite of a Deus Ex Machina. Kishimoto needed somebody “important” to die to up the emotional stakes and make people fear for their faves, and Neji was the best pick because killing him also does away with that inconvenient “fate” and “branch house” plot line from early Naruto.

Now that we’ve dealt with Neji, back to Hinata. Basically, while I think it was bullshit for Neji not to be able to deal with the threat, I don’t think Hinata’s action of attempting to be a human shield and nothing more was out of character. Hinata is not a very good ninja. I wouldn’t bet on her ability to pull off a move to block the projectiles or to track them at Neji’s level. Moreover, Hinata has a pattern here and in Pain’s attack of more or less a death wish. Basically, Hinata values her own life and contributions so little that she is willing to risk certain death if it can buy Naruto-kun even a one in a million chance at another minute of being alive.

Note that I’m not saying this is a good thing. But I see it as in keeping with her temperament coupled with her childhood. She ought to be, at this point, in a better world, still in the first half of her character development.

(In my better world, after destroying the wooden projectiles with revolving heaven, Neji turns and asks her what the hell she was thinking doing that and we get a character development scene for both Hinata and Neji. Obito’s big speech about comrades dying? Um, why were the hundreds, maybe thousands of other corpses littering the fields after the projectile attack not enough for that? Oh, right, because none of those corpses had names, therefore nobody gives a shit.)

But back to the darkest timeline. Hinata’s comment about Naruto’s hand is coming at the tail end of a speech about basically “we have to go on, we can’t stop to grieve now, if we give up, that’s when they truly die”. Essentially, snap out of it and keep going forward. Kurama and so on pitches in too and Naruto renews his resolve, and takes Hinata’s hand as part of this resolve.

So. In this scenario about committing to life in the midst of death, Hinata’s focus on the tactile, grounding sensation of Naruto’s hand, and what it represents, makes complete sense to me.

Going back to why Neji dying was bullshit, literally everything about the rest of this scene could have happened the exact same way without Neji dying, provided you actually give a shit about people who die who don’t have names, an enormous problem in Naruto.

For my other reasons why I like NaruHina, I refer you to this post I made earlier on the subject.

I am… uh… not terribly popular among Tumblr NaruHina fandom though, for the record.

(Spoilers)

(Remember, I still haven’t seen the second movie)

I actually headcanon that those Ravagers that stayed loyal to Yondu during the mutiny were also those Ravagers that liked Peter, in a way. Think about it - while I love the idea that Yondu taught Peter everything he needed to know to be a good Ravager, that wouldn’t really be possible, since Yondu is the Captain of the whole ship - he is frankly too busy to take care of a child 24/7. Sure, there was Kraglin, but Kraglin and Peter didn’t seem to be that close during the movies and Kraglin was first mate, so he, too, was too busy and couldn’t play favorites.

So instead of Yondu alone, there had to be other Ravagers to take care of Peter. Oblo, Tullk… the ones who stayed true to Yondu and did not think of him as weak or soft because he refused to sell Peter.

Perhaps one of them taught Peter how to fist-fight, getting into serious trouble when he accidentally gave the boy a nasty bump and Yondu misunderstood (Peter saved him from the arrow after that, explaining the situation). Perhaps another showed the child how to use the gadgets needed for thieving. Someone else gave teenager Peter tips how to flirt with women, only for the men to laugh themselves silly when Peter failed the first few times.

Surely, Yondu would caught wind of it, and stop by every now and then to check up on the boy’s successes, nodding to himself when he saw Peter getting better and better. But he couldn’t have been the only one who taught Peter, right?

Just, one weird, crazy family of Ravagers, trying their best to raise a child in their ranks, being proud of the smart outlaw they managed to raise.

Peter didn’t turn out that bad, after all.

concept: t'challa and bucky get into a fight because they find out that both of them have given tony the pet name of ‘kitten’

Second Chances//Part 2

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Words: 1025
Pairings: Reader x Wells; Reader x Bellamy
Warning: None?
Episode: 1x01 Pilot

       Next thing you knew, you were standing, waiting for the door to open. The door that would reveal Earth, the door separating you from either life or death. The door opened, and the girl from the floor was the first to exit. Seeing as she did not die, everyone else followed behind her.

       You hesitated. You had dreamt of this moment for ages. You wanted to experience all the stories from the book that took place on Earth. But most of all, you desired to see the ocean and feel the sand between your toes. Though, you couldn’t find yourself able to step off the dropship door. 

        You looked around and felt a twinge of disappointment as there was no ocean to be seen.

        “Be brave, be brave.” You whispered, trying to convince yourself to step off and onto the dirt. “Be brave.” And with that, you stepped off, your foot hitting the soft dirt that coated the ground. You smiled, you actually did it, you were actually there on Earth. The place you dreamt about. You eyes searched the horizon, which was just trees as far as you could tell.

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Trouble- Cassian Andor

Pairing: Cassian Andor/OC

Prompt: Jealous/Overprotective Cassian with fluff ending

Warnings: None that I can think of other than the fact that this fic is a monster lol SO LONG

A/N: This took my DAYS so I really hope it turned out alright <3 I did a lot of research, but I also made up a lot of things so if any of it’s wrong, you’ll just have to suspend your disbelief and find it in your hearts to forgive me lol thank you for reading and hope you like it! xD


“Cassian has asked me to inform you that we will be leaving for Kafrene shortly.”

I placed my hands on my hips, raising both eyebrows. K2 stared back, although it was impossible to tell the expression on his face considering he was a robot. Usually I had to wait for him to open his mouth to pinpoint what kind of mood he was in.

“What? He couldn’t drag himself back here and tell me himself?” I asked, turning and heading back into my room to grab my jacket from the bed. “Didn’t take you for an errand boy, K2!” I called over my shoulder.

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Bryke: That felt a bit forced to me.

Bryke: If it seems out of the blue to you, I think a second viewing of the last two seasons would show that perhaps you were looking at it only through a hetero lens.

anonymous asked:

Okay here's the thing. Kai gets more love as a charming sociopath who killed so many people than mon-el gets as a character who grew up in a spot of privilege and who slowly learned the errors of his upbringing and such. I love both characters for different reasons. But the HATE Chris and mon-el get pisses me off so much. I love Chris so much and he doesn't deserve the shit he gets.

listen, i love kai parker more than life itself, but he’s 103994x more problematic than mon-el could ever be. the problem with mon-el isn’t mon-el, the problem is that mon-el is in the ‘way of’ sup*rcorp and that is why he is so hated, and we didn’t have that problem with my problematic son because he was too busy killing people to get in the way of any ships lmao

the hate chris gets i don’t even want to talk about because it is sooo unjustified and again he is only ‘hated’ because of the ship that shall not be named (and i actually find it hard to defend him most of the time because their reasons for hating chris are either warped, exaggerations or just out right made up lies, i feel like i’m defending an entirely different person, if that makes sense?? having said that i will keep defending him from those vile creatures until the day i die) 

who would have thought the vampire diaries fandom is actually better than the supergirl fandom

Guess who’s in Charet hell now? This person. Thanks @coulsart

For those who don’t know: Charet is a ship between a grown up Muffet and coulsart’s interpretation of Chara from Undertale. Basically a combination of poisoned honey and a saltlick. It’s great. 

War Wounds

Part II.

In one world, Felix stabs Tucker, and Tucker stands back up. In one world he endures phantom pain and scar tissue and nightmare, but he survives, and continues to survive, and be a survivor. He learns his way around soldiers and death and can smile at it, the same way he smiles at his friends. He lives and he stands beside Washington as they face a new enemy, in one world.

This is not that world.

Part I.

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The Flash writers in 2A: 

*introduces Patty* 

*Patty starts pinning for Barry within one episode* 

 Barry: she’s not Iris. *P/B go on their first date + have their first kiss, 3 episodes after the episode they met in*

*makes Linda Park appear to be Iris’ FRIEND , A FRIEND THAT ISN’T BARRY cuz he too busy with his new gf duh only to have her shipped off after 1-2 episodes?*

*makes Barry ignore and be an ass to Iris who is going through some tough shit*

*makes Barry not talk to Iris for multiple episodes*

*makes Caitlin pine over a new dude* when she deserves an actual story line  MORE FREAKING BACKGROUND STORY, not another LI

*not much focus on Cisco Ramon and Vibe except for LOT stuff and occasional metahuman vibes * duh promo for other shows but not our own

*takes away screen time from Iris West (the freaking main lady of the show)

*gives practically no scenes between westallen when they are like literally one of the most important dynamics of the show since the damn 1st episode of season 1, because they want to sell P/B*

*says Iris is grieving Eddie’s death but only shows one scene where she is left alone to cry on a staircase, not even for her dead bf but because she found out about her mom’s + younger brother’s existence*

me:

2A was a mess most of it, don’t deny it.

“EDI,” Shepard started, her heart thumping in his chest, hysterics building inside her, “did you- did you just send my message to Garrus’ father?”

“Yes, Shepard, was I not supposed to?”

“Oh shit.” She laughed, if there was a note of hysterical laughter no one would ever know.

APIEN CREST - TREBIA - PALAVEN

Tidus Vakarian sighed as his omni-tool beeped with a new message, he rubbed his eyes, taking his eyes off his ailing wife. Cassia was getting worse by the day and there was nothing he could do, no viable treatment, even with the Salarian’s offer to take her into their facility for study and treatment.

He sighed at the unknown address, if it was another spam with another useless offer of treatment-!

He blinked as he opened the message.

From: Commander S. Shepard, Normandy SR-2

Dear Mr Vakarian Senior, 
(sorry Garrus never mentioned your actual name for some unknown reason).

I hope this message finds you well,

My name is Commander Shepard, Hero of the Citadel and first Human Spectre. I am writing to you with regards to your son, Garrus Vakarian who is currently under my command.

I have a lucrative proposition for you. I would like to demand that you marry your son off to me, as I am afraid he is currently too busy calibrating the shit out of my ship to notice my rather obvious advances. He seems to be entirely oblivious to my desire to ride the G-Train, and believe me sir, I have NOT been subtle. I have tried everything, slinky dresses, re-enacting Basic Instinct, following his every whim, up to and including day light murder and severe structural damage to the Citadel, but to no avail.

I am afraid that you are now my only hope. I understand your reservation, Garrus has communicated to me your distrust of Spectres, however I would like to point out that I have thus far cooperated with the Citadel Council dumb-ass decisions, and complained about it just a little bit, only 3 people got injured!

But what do you get out of this? That is an excellent question sir. First of all, I would make an excellent daughter in law. You would never see me as I will be too busy kicking ass and taking names, so no awkward family dinners. Furthermore, as far as I understand, if me and Garrus do end up mashing genitals, no offspring is biologically possible, so no sticky hand prints, annoying screaming and bodily fluids on the carpet. And finally, I have been known to set off nuclear grade explosions for the people in my care, so your obsessive, irritating asshat of a son, will be safe, and also probably far far away from you. So it is a win win situation for everyone!

I thank you for your time and consideration, I look forward to hearing from you soon! Please get back to me soon, I already picked out the Wedding Armour.

Many thanks, Kind regards,
Commander Shepard.*

Tidus barked a laughter, his sub-vocals thrumming with amusement, that was a weight off his shoulders at least, knowing his boy was alive and well and as obtuse as ever when it came to the fairer gender, if he was honest with himself, he’d say it was something Garrus may have inherited from him, but he avoided the annoying truths these days.

“Tidus?” Came a voice to his right, as he looked up, he hummed at his wife, her eyes clear with recognition, “what’s going on?”

He thrilled with humour, sitting on the bed besides her as he showed Cassia the message, “your son’s an idiot.”

Cassia hummed as she glanced at the message “he gets it from you.”

“Shush you, I was never that bad.” He laughed, sub-vocals thrumming with relief and love.

“No, you were worse.” Cassia stated with an twitch of her mandible, “what is this Basic Instinct the Commander’s talking about?”

“I’ve no idea, light of my life.” He smiled, opening the Extranet for research.

SOMEWHERE IN THE ISMAR FRONTIER - NORMANDY SR2 - HANGAR

Shepard laughed as she laid on her back, Jack looming with biotics over her, “cheater! I said ‘no biotics’.”

“All’s fair in love an war, isn’t that what you told me?” Jack sat back, dismissing the dark energy keeping Shepard still, not even a bead of sweat on her body as she kept the struggling woman still.

“Unless we specify terms, but yeah.” She smiled at herself, sparing with Jack always got her spirits up, sure she’d rather spare with Garrus, among other things, but since he was still busy ignoring her and calibrating the giant guns instead of something else…

Her Omni-tool beeped at the same time as EDI’s voice drifted through the cargo bay, announcing she had a new message at her private terminal. She stretched, bending forward with her arms high up her back until she had an up close look at her thighs, the bones on her back popping with the extortion.

“Who is it?” She asked as Jack scoffed then rolled her eyes, Shepard just smirked at the inked woman, he had offered to teach Jack to teach her how to stretch, but the other woman had refused. Ah well.

“I do not have access to your correspondence, Shepard.” The AI responded, to which all Sophia could do was roll her eyes, yes EDI didn’t have access to emails, and Sophia was the daughter of clowns.

“Stop lying EDI, before I deactivate your programming and reduce you to a VI again.” She said, snorting. She strengthened, opening the Omni-tool and grinning.

From: Tidus Vakarian

Commander, I am Tidus Vakarian, Garrus’s father, and I hope this finds you well.

Maybe I should start by thanking you for your email, as unintentional as it was probably sent. Not only have you confirmed that my son is, indeed, alive, but you’ve managed what Solana and I have been trying for the past year. It has been the first time in over 6 months, Palaven-time, that I’ve see my wife laugh and recognise my other child, Commander, and for that I thank you.

I have no idea how you wrapped Garrrus around to follow you, but rest assured that you’ve got him wrapped around your human fingers and bound to your very will. It is not my place to grant you your wish, only Garrus can do that, but - as my wife so fondly reminds me - Garrus is as bad as a Turian as I used to be. If you need my permission you have it, Spirits know Garrus doesn’t come home anyway, so your offer would at least keep him safe (nuclear explosions? Really?)

Also, Cassia tells me that I’m still am a bad Turian, and I’ve no idea what she’s talking about.

If you manage to get Garrus to visit before your mission’s over, I’ll even officiate it myself.

Cassia would also like to let you know that your ‘Basic Instinct’ would never work on a Turian, since we are ‘wired’ to notice long necks and supportive waists, of which you’ve got plenty to interest my son, if you excuse the forwardness.

Fondly yours,
Tidus Vakarian.

Summary of Miraculous Ladybug

For those, like me, who don’t regularly follow the show.

There are two idiots at the same school.

These two idiots are also two superheroes.

One is a bug.

One is a cat.

The girl ships herself with the boy.

The bug does not ship herself with the cat.

The cat ships himself with the bug.

The boy ships himself with the cat.

To summarize a summary:

The miraculous ladybug is a show about an idiot boy/cat who ships himself with himself and it is glorious.

Emma Swan has more than enough to deal with. For one, her son believes the entire town of Storybrooke is cursed. She definitely doesn’t have time for the mysterious pawnbroker, Killian Jones, even if Henry insists that he’s the prince she’s meant to be with. Cursed!Killian AU

Thanks to @lyriumrebel for editing this with me!

ff.net | ao3 | from the beginning

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Chapter 39

“You’re the saviour. You’re the one who’s meant to get us home. Why are we still here?”

Emma had only spent a few minutes searching the station for any clues to August’s attacker when Leroy stormed in, the other dwarves at his heels. She had no idea how he’d found out so quickly, but Leroy always seemed to know about what was going on in Storybrooke, and he always responded loudly and angrily.

She decided to ignore him, too busy watching the security video. She didn’t expect she’d find anything, not when she’d entered the station and realised all the cameras had been disabled, but there was a chance she’d see something suspicious happening just before they were turned off. Even if she didn’t, watching the videos was still preferable to listening to Leroy’s rage, even with her struggle to keep the Betamax VCR working.

“Well?” Leroy continued, stomping towards her until he was blocking her view of the screen. “Are you going to wait until someone else is turned back into a child?”

Emma rolled her eyes, wishing David and Mary-Margaret would finish their search of the back room and come in to shut him up. “I’m pretty sure that if anyone else gets attacked, they’re just going to be dead.” She snapped, which seemed to take him aback. “Besides, what do you expect me to do? Click my heels, say there’s no place like home and hope that sends you back?”

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lindewen  asked:

B. for the "First Kiss" (on Lian Yu) in the IDOF AU, please!

A/N: For this meme. Great minds must think alike, because absentlyabbie asked for this too. Obligatory links to the original drabble and the masterpost.

Felicity wakes up from her nap when her bottle—which has been lying on its side for the better part of a half-century—suddenly tilts upright. She falls forward hard onto one of the benches situated around the circumference, and an avalanche of pillows piles on top of her. Tossing them aside, Felicity makes her way to the very center of the room and glances up the bottle’s neck. The cork is still in place, but the magical lanterns that provide her little room with light sway as the bottle rocks back and forth.

Then the room tips again, and Felicity loses her balance with a yelp. There’s not much for her to hold onto inside here besides the cushioned benches around the room’s perimeter. She’s just managed to right herself when the thing tips again, and this time the room slowly fills with smoke as the bottle’s stopper is removed.

Felicity glances down at her wrists to see the silver shackles forming there. She has a new Master. Her skin feels electrified with the pleasure of it, battling with the dread that seeps into her bones.

She forces herself to take slow breathes, in through her nose, out through her mouth. This one won’t be like the last one. This one will be different. This one she’ll get the upper hand on.

This one she’ll wrap around her finger from the get-go.

A rush of excitement fills her as the smoke draws her up and up, through the neck of the bottle and out into the world beyond. She’s standing on a beach, a few feet into the water, and the sound and smell of the ocean is heavenly.

She hasn’t breathed fresh air in a long time.

She only takes a second to appreciate it, because her Master is standing in front of her, and she very desperately needs him—to love her, to be kind to her, to not hurt her.

So she kisses him.

His lips are chapped, and his beard is rough against her mouth. When his hands eventually land on the bare skin of her waist she can feel the calluses on the pads of his fingers.

Pushing herself up on her toes, she grabs a fistful of his shirt in order to keep her balance as she runs her fingers through his hair. She feels it the instant he gives himself over to her, to wanting her. He takes control of the kiss and she lets him, allowing him to wrap his arms more fully around her.

It’s overwhelming and exactly the response she was waiting for. Felicity pulls back. It’s not a retreat, just a pause.

“Wow,” he says softly.

She looks up at him, dizzy with fresh air and his kiss and just the sight of him.

“Hi,” she says. His arms are still around her, and for all that she doesn’t know this man at all—not even his name, only that she’s his—the touch, the contact, is a potent thing after almost fifty years of solitude. She thinks she could cry just from relief at seeing another person again.

“Where did you—” He stops, glances at the bottle floating in the ocean at Felicity’s feet. “I’ve got to be—”

He chuckles awkwardly, but it’s a lovely sound.

“You’ve got to be what?” she asks.

“Dreaming,” he says. “I’ve got to be dreaming. You can’t be real.”

Well, that’s new. “Why not?”

"Because. I’m alone here.”

He has no concept of what alone is, Felicity thinks, but instead she says, “You’re not dreaming. You rescued me.”

She picks up her bottle to show him. “I’ve been in here for the past…well, it must be about forty or fifty years by now.”

“You’ve been trapped…in there?”

"Waiting for you, Master.” The last word still feels like acid on her tongue, but she has to say it.

“Master?”

“Genie—” she points to herself, then to him— “Master.”

“Wait—wait, what?” He scrambles away from her, and she panics. This is not going well.

“I’m your genie,” she says, slowly, trying to stamp down the terror rising inside her. In her experience, Masters who didn’t believe Genies exist have been the worst ones.

“No,” he says. “You’re not. You’re…I don’t know what you are, but what you’re not is a genie.”

The cursed magic inside her pulses. It’s itching to get out, itching for him to stake a claim on her. Wanting, needing, craving. She needs him to make a wish. So Felicity says, “I can prove it to you.”

"How?”

“I can give you anything you want. Wish for something.”

“Wish for something,” he says, dumbstruck. “Anything?

"Anything,” she confirms.

“I want to go home.”

That was the last thing she expected, but the magic can easily make that happen. She blinks. “Done.”

“Done?” he asks. “You haven’t done…”

He’s too busy staring at the ship she’s summoned to notice the way her face contorts from the sudden pain of the shackles contracting around her wrists.

Is anyone else really sick of this theme of Sasusaku supporters who say things like ’ Sakura sees the good in Sasuke so she obviously loves him/ and is meant to be with him’ or ‘It’s not abusive just because they tried to kill each other’.

Stop, just fucking listen to yourselves for ten seconds. From an ex fan, you need to step back and realise that being overly optimistic and caring for a person who is otherwise cold, unresponsive or manipulative of your feelings is not healthy. Let’s not just glaze over Sasukes mental health problems because you’re all too busy shipping.

He had and still probably does have mental health issues that pushed him to attempt murdering her. He had gotten so bad Sakura herself effectively gave up on him by trying to kill him.

Why do you people glorify her only development being based solely on him? Why do you cheer for the idea of her love interest being the biggest part about her? Why do you bullshit and make her some martyr for this shitty man with no loyalty whatsoever? Why should she suffer through him; the struggle to make him be affectionate, the struggle for him to appreciate her or accept her the way a real relationship requires?

Just because you want to look at everything through rose tinted glasses and pretend Kishi’s obsession with making all her development based on men a good thing? Because the more dependant her development is on sasuke the more likely you get your ship? Because making 'love’ her main attribute you can say its natural that she love some dude who needs an unreasonable amount of work just to have a semblance of a real relationship?