here we go tagging it already

History of YOI fandom

As a YOI fandom grandparent, I felt it was my duty to write out all the fandom explosions for the newer fans who weren’t there to witness the big bang and gradual week-by-week creation of this universe. All the arguments, people blowing things out of proportion, blaming characters, death theories, awesome fans clearing up miscommunications, YOI breaking the internet… 

This isn’t a post to call out specific people on their arguments and theories - I’ll stay respectfully away from restarting flames and picking fights, thankyouverymuch. Rather, this is an overview of the topics and conflicting views that swept across hundreds and thousands of people and prompted strong reactions. I’m doing this now, because I know that 6 months later, 1 year later, 3 years later, etc. there will be new fans who will have many of the same exact arguments. We’ve been there and done that. I see fans now who say things without knowing where the spelling/quote comes from, or who don’t realize how much has changed, or don’t know why there are certain perceptions of characters. So here’s a little bit of passing down history.

I also don’t want to forget the crazy ride this was. Laugh with me at the silly theories; smile with me at how deeply YOI has impacted our lives.
For those of us old-timers, let’s take a trip down memory lane. Remember when…

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(Large arguments will be italicized or bold. Special thanks to @sachiro for reminding me of a bunch of stuff I missed, and looking over the draft in its various stages of being written and edited.)

Pre-series

  • Idea that there would be a love triangle (Yuri P.–Yuri K.–Victor)
  • Some fans started spelling Yuri Katsuki with two “u” in order to tell them apart.
  • Victuri ship name created for Victor x Yuri K. (in a comment to the PV)
  • The title
    • “lol ‘Yuri’ on Ice? Where are all the lesbians?”
    • “When it said Yuri on Ice, I thought we would get girls. Y’know what I mean?”
    • “Yuri on Ice? More like Yaoi on Ice! amiright?”
    • etc.
  • J.J. misspelling (English spelling “Jean Jack” instead of French Canadian “Jean-Jacques”)
    • you can see the remnants of this in the audience banners during the episodes, but it was corrected to “Jean-Jacques” on the official website and the in-show text
  • Phichit x Seung-gil ship created (there was more art for this than for Victor x Yuuri)

Episode 1

  • Victor vs. Viktor spelling arguments 
    • Although “Victor” is the official spelling and seen in-show, people argued that the creators are wrong and that we fans know better than them about Russian culture - thus the “Viktor” spelling was born.
    • People argued back that spelling is subjective and you can spell a name multiple ways and still be correct - thus transliterating his Russian name into English as “Victor” would be just as acceptable.
    • The YOI wiki held fast for a time on using official spellings and information from the official website, but the transition of power led to a new team that started using agreed-upon info rather than solely using official info. “Viktor” replaced “Victor” on the website.
      • this change from “Victor” to “Viktor” on the wiki happened around episode 2~3, but the arguments were in the page comments since episode 1 – with moderators explaining their reasoning with sticking to official sources.
  • Victor is a flirtatious over-the-top character who will seduce Yuuri
  • Victor is the overwhelming seme and Yuuri is the shy whimpering uke.

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anonymous asked:

how do you feel about SU Crit blogs??

I’m kind of jaded about the SU c/rit/ical thing. So like disclaimer, if you’re a fan of the show providing legitimate criticism, that’s one thing. I respect that, like, a lot! But I’ve seen “su cr/iti/cal” blogs complain about such trivial things, down to (literally) inconsistency in Pumpkin’s tongue texture. I feel like at the beginning there was actual valid criticism, but now it’s just turned into a hotbed of negativity.

I think the problem is that some people feel like ragging on something for its flaws somehow demonstrates that you’re more objective or enlightened than those who choose to celebrate the good things about it. But how can you provide a valuable critique of something you’ve already decided you hate? In my opinion, if you find it impossible to acknowledge anything good happening in the show, you’re pretty much just as subjective as someone who is incapable of acknowledging its flaws.

The thing that I mostly don’t like is that when a fan of the show says “I don’t like su c/ri/tical’”, their immediate response is to say “foolish sheeple^tm, you special snowflakes are unable to take criticism about anything you like. these damn millennials !!!” Which is so ironic, because like, that’s just a weak response that gets tossed out by people who claim to be “critics” but are unable to handle when anyone says “hey, that’s a dumb argument and here’s why.”

I do really appreciate that they keep the criticism in their own tag rather than just the general SU one, though, so like, props. They can keep doing their thing, they aren’t hurting anyone. A lot of the time w/ ships and stuff, the actual ship tag is just filled with hate, so it’s nice that these guys don’t post their stuff in the main tag.

also–in case you’re worried this is suddenly gonna transform into a Discourse Blog^tm or something, worry not lol, we are returning to your regular programming right after this post. I just have gotten a lot of messages about this and feel like I should voice my thoughts about it \o/

When RNG doesn’t favor you

when it’s your last relic and RNG doesn’t give you your cernos lower limb 

Pictures on the wall - Bucky x Reader - Oneshot

Heyo, my potatoes! ♥ I missed writing Bucky fanfictions. This fluffy happy feeling writing them is just lovely and a good distraction from everything else. I still got a lot of ideas to write and also requests to write which I try to write soon. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! ♥

Summary - With your polaroid camera you took many pictures already and hung them up your bedroom wall. Bucky coming to your room with a problem with his phone, seems to be quite interested in your pictures.

Words - 1,340

Warnings - FLUFF! *o*


Originally posted by seabasschino


“Hey, Y/N”, Bucky knocks on your door.

“Come in.”

You pause writing the report for Steve about the last mission and turn down the music a bit, so it’s still audible, but not to loud for a conversation. You look over to Bucky who comes into your room with his phone in his hand and a clueless face.

“What’s up, Buck?”

“I’ve got a problem with the phone again”, he admits, scratching the nap of his neck. You shake your head with a smile, put the laptop on your nightstand to move over to the edge of your bed.

“Come here”, you order Bucky, tapping the bed next to you for him to sit down.

“Why do you always come to me with these things actually?”, you ask, taking the phone and looking at it, trying to figure out the problem. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. can help you with these things, too.” “Yeah, I don’t know. I think you explain it easier”, Bucky laughs slightly embarrassed that he still has problems with today’s electronics.

“So what’s your problem?”

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This Is War [4]
Request: jealous!bucky where he tries to outdo the guy in everything and its just ridiculous and funny (Again, wasn’t sure if this was an ACTUAL request, but I thought it would be fun as one :p)


Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1328

Warnings: It’s a little boring maybe? This fic is developing by itself now.. 

 A/N: Holy!! The amount of support you guys are giving for this fic is amazing!! Thank you so much for reading and for all the likes and comments! Feedback is definitely what keeps me going, so thank you, so much!! 

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How to research your racially/ethnically diverse characters

chiminey-cricket asked:

Do any of you have any tips for doing independent research for PoC characters?

This question is super broad, but I’m going to see if I can give it a crack!

First of all, consume media by the group in question. If you want to write a story with a Chinese-American protagonist, read some blogs by Chinese-Americans, read books by Chinese-Americans – both fiction and nonfiction – lurk on places like thisisnotchina so you can get a feel for what pisses Chinese and Chinese diaspora people off about their portrayal in the media, google for stereotypes about Chinese people and try to make sure you’re not doing those (even positive ones), go more general (East-Asian all-of-the-above in general since in many cases the harmful tropes overlap), go more specific (if your protagonist is female, look specifically for blog posts featuring the opiniosn of Chinese-American and other Asian/Asian diapora women; same if your protagonist is attracted to the same sex, is transgender, or deals with any other form of oppression besides anti-Chinese racism.) All of the above applies to Latinxs, Native Americans/Canadian First Nations, African/African diaspora people, Jews, Muslims, etc. Find out what we’re saying about ourselves.

Lots of things are available just from Google. “I have a Black character and I want to know what kind of hairstyles are available for her!” We have a Black hair tag, but apart from that, googling “Black hairstyles” will probably bring up some articles that can at least give you a good starting point to learn some vocabulary to add to your next Google search, like “natural” and “twists” and “dreadlocks.”

Next, you can talk to people in the group, but before you do this, be sure to have some specific questions in mind. “How do I write a Jewish character?” is not a specific question. “Do I have to make my Jewish character follow kosher laws if I’ve made her religious in other ways, or can she go to shul but not keep kosher?” or “What’s a term of endearment a parent might use for a child in Yiddish?” is much more specific. Remember, if you’re talking to someone they’re answering you back with their free time, so expecting them to do most of the work of figuring out what’s most important for you to know is a little entitled.

Besides, a more specific question will give you a more helpful answer. If someone asks me “how do I write a Jewish character” one of the first things out of my mouth will be a list of personality stereotypes to avoid, which isn’t going to be very helpful if what you really need for your fic was whether or not you have to write your character as following strict kosher laws.

If you’re sending a question in to a writing blog or one of those race blogs like thisisnot[whoever], please read through their tags and FAQ to see if they’ve already answered it. Longtime followers of a blog would get very bored if all the blog’s content was nothing but “We answered that here last week at this helpful link!” Those who participate in answering these blogs are usually unpaid volunteers who provide a resource that’s already there to help people; help repay them for what they do by looking through the material on your own first.

How to tell if a source from outside the group is biased and bigoted: obviously, you’re not going to want to listen to Stormfront about Jews, or the KKK about, well, anything. If you’re not on a source created by the group in question, look for dry and academic language as opposed to emotional, informal, or inflammatory words – although dispassionate and technical language is no guarantee it won’t be racist, colonialist, or inaccurate. If you read enough books and blogs from the inside, though, you’ll probably see some of the myths from those other sources debunked before you even encounter them.

Lastly, don’t assume that all people who are Asian, African-American Christians, religious Jews, or Muslims are from cultures more oppressive, more conservative, more patriarchal, more homophobic, more sexist, or more controlling than the one in which you were raised. If your plot calls for homophobic parents or a repressive culture, that shouldn’t be the reason you make your character one of the groups listed. There is plenty of oppressive, anti-woman, and anti-queer thought in white American Christian/Christian-cultured society and personally, I believe such criticisms of the marginalized diaspora peoples I listed above belong in the voices of the cultures themselves.

–mod Shira

I’d not leave looking for dry and clinical information as the ONLY means to distinguish that a work is biased.

While yes it is pragmatic to say “look for academically toned wording,” … in addition to that, these folks really need to look into who the author is. Definitely look into the author. And the year the thing was published (because man if it’s from like the 60s or earlier, 9 times out of 10, throw that shit out).

Because people can disguise hatred and racism in careful diction so that it looks reasonable and polite. A shining example is physiognomy studies from Nazis and anti-Semite eugenecists. And the sad thing is, you really can’t trust people to read it and make the judgement call that this hate-in-disguise they’re reading is hate.  

Somehow, when someone says, “The people of the Levant express features such as […] which, at the risk of sounding untoward, suggest a very rodent-like persuasion,” people are like, “Oh, well, that was worded fancily and there was no angry or profane language, I suppose they’re right,” not stopping to think even for a moment that they just accepted that this book just said to them that Jews look like rats. I saw it happen in my Nazi Germany class when we were given reading material. It was fucking nuts.

So definitely, definitely look every outsider author in the mouth and cross-check any and everything that person says. 

–mod Elaney

Shira again: Elaney is right that you will want to be critical of outside sources, especially older ones. Also, be suspicious of blanket statements about a group such as “X group are” instead of discussing forces in X culture. For example. Because there’s going to be diversity within any group and it’s likely what’s being said isn’t inherently biologically linked to being in X group.

–mod Shira

Devil's Backbone

Sam and Dean x Sister!Reader

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Warnings: maybe some Angst, being buried, I think that’s it.

A/N: this is going to be a series so let me know if you want to be tagged. Also the readers names picked out already. I’ve been wanting to do that and finally did. Feedback is very much appreciated.

Forever tag list: @Freaksforthewin , @thewinhunter, @cambriacaneatnoodles, @brokennoone , @youtubehelpsmesurvive , @chrisevansthedoritobastard , @winchesters-favorite-girl , @we-know-a-little-about-a-lot @godh8salyssa @dean-baby-Winchester @straightasdeanwinchester@animexchocolate

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The feeling of a slimy object crawling across your face got your attention. You found yourself wanting to open your eyes but had no luck. Where the hell were you? Breathing was impossible. Dirt surrounded you. Were you…buried?

Up. It was the one thing that made sense. Dig up. Grab dirt and pull it out of the way. The moment your hand reached above the surface, it felt as though the sun was wrapping itself around your skin.

Grabbing onto nearby grass, all you could do was pull. Pull your body up from under the ground. Then it happened. Fresh air. You inhaled it violently. Gasping for a good time before you were breathing normally. Now all you had to do was finish getting out.

From the stomach down you were still covered in dirt. And weak. God you were so weak. Both of your arms steady themselves on the ground and locked position, trying to pull the rest of your body up and out. But they both gave out. No surprise you were weak. You’d just risen from your grave.

It took forever it seemed. Wiggling and squirming anyway you could. Eventually you got out. For a moment you just laid there. On the ground. Surrounded by fallen trees as an omen. You paid no attention to them.

The sun. It was all that mattered. Every inch, every fiber in your body, was soaking up the light. It was beautiful. The way the rays danced on your newly re-exposed skin. It was almost like two friends meeting each other once again after being apart for so long. Your eyes closed, allowing the light to embrace you after being trapped in the dark for so long.

Some time had passed. Night had now fallen on the once beautiful and vibrant blue sky. Tomorrow would bring another day to dance alongside the sun. For now, you became aquatinted with the old friend of dark. Following the bright street lights which led to a lit up town not far from you. Cars occasionally passed by on the busy road, but they all ignored you. Of course you didn’t blame them. You were beat up, wearing ragged clothing and looked like you’d just crawled out of Hell. Maybe because you had.

How were you even back? Your brothers. Sam and Dean. They must’ve done something stupid to get you back. There wasn’t any other way you could be back. If one of them sold their soul, you’d kill them yourself for being so stupid and reckless. It was bad enough your sold yours to save Sam after the fiasco with Azael and his special children’s fight to the death. You didn’t need to keep going down the same path.

Finally- not too far away you could see something. Something you’d thought you’d never see again. A telephone booth. Lucky for you, there was change in your pocket. Funny how neither of your brothers thought to empty your pockets.

With excitement and success flowing through you, you ran as fast as you could over to the phone. Closing the door and looking around before dialing the number. First you tried Sam’s. No answer. How could he not answer?

Okay- no need to panic. There was only enough left for one more call. Bobby would decline a number he didn’t know. So Dean it was. Part of you said a little prayer before dialing the numbers.

“Please pick up. Please pick up.” Your hand rested above the box while your head hung low as you whispered to yourself.

Then you heard it. The familiar, tired, gruff voice on the other end of the phone.

“Hello?” Dean.

You wanted to yell. Wanted to cry. But your voice was so hoarse and dead.

“Hello?” He was getting inpatient. No doubt he would hang up. There was no way for you to talk. So you did the only thing you could think of: Morse Code.

“D-E-A-N” you hoped and wished he would understand. “H-E-L-P”

When you heard movement on the other line you got hope.

“Sammy, get me a pen and paper.” He understood. He knew you were trying to tell him something. “Do it again.”

You wasted no time. “D-E-A-N. H-E-L-P.” The whole time you tried to get your voice to work but found no luck still.

“Where are you? Who is this?” He knew that not just anybody would have his number and know his name. It had to be somebody he knew.

“Cadlin Lane. P.W” you have your initials. Phoebe Winchester. Before he could respond to you, the line cut out.

Great. Now you were stuck in this town. Alone. At night. No money, no car, no anything. So you did the only thing that made sense: sit in the booth and wait for Baby to hopefully pull up.

Lucky for you, nobody tried using the phone while you remained inside of it. Hiding from the unexpected down pour of rain and hail. The water outside threatened to seep into the small cracks and destroy what little warmth you had. Two headlights in the distance shined bright in your general direction. A comforting putting sound of an engine sent chills down your spine. It wasn’t just any engine belonging to any regular car. You’d know that roar anywhere. Baby.

Both of your legs were stiff and cold from being in the same position for hours. Nevertheless you pushed the door open, resting on your knees, and tried your best to stand up. Tries instantly squealed roughly against the jagged pavement and rocks. Two bodies swung open the shiny black doors and hauled towards you. There was no question which was which. Dean was driving as usual and Sam rode shotgun.

“Phoebe?” Dean’s arms wrapped around you while the scent of his leather crisp jacket did the same. Sam came up behind you, holding a silver knife and holy water in his hand. Without hesitation you held out your arm. First came the holy water. Obviously you passed the test. The knife made a small fit on the tip of your finger. He too wrapped his arms around you as you switched from one brother to the next.

The hug was warm. It made you feel alive. Your head rested perfectly on his chest as his right hand held the back of your head.

“Come on.” Dean was already heading back to the drivers seat.

“Your freezing, climb up front. The heaters work better up there.” Never did Sam give you the front unless special circumstances were upon you all.

You climbed in, sitting on an old jacket of course. Both of your hands were crookedly extended outwards to greet the blasting air vents in front of you.

“Jesus, Phebe’s. Your fingers are purple.” Dean was right, you hadn’t noticed it until now. “Come here.” His right arm moved and made room for your body, and you happily moved over to him.

Somehow he’d managed to get his jacket off and wrap it around the front of your body. Sam did the same and covered your legs. On the floor board you could see an unopened bottle of water. Within seconds it was in your hands as you downed it faster than you ever bought possible. With the final swallow you set the bottle in a cup holder and resumed your position next to your driving brother.

Both of your freezing hands were balled up in each other as they tucked neatly into Dean’s side. Trying to absorb his heat. Sitting up slightly, you set your head into the crook of his neck, still facing forward to see the road barley. The small chuckle that came from him shook your bones as his right hand wrapped around your shoulders and rubbed lightly. Creating friction and heat.

“How the Hell are you even back?” His eyes stayed focused on the road ahead.

“I could ask you guys the same thing.” It was the first words you’d spoken with your voice.It hurt, but you did it anyways. “One of you had to do something stupid and reckless to get me out.” From the corner of your eye, Sam was leaning forward onto the back of the front seat.

“No. Neither of us did.” His arms were crossed neatly across the seat. “Not that we didn’t try, because we did. Nobody would make a deal with us no matter how hard we tried.”

Of course they tried. So there was good reason to worry they did sell their soul. Phoebe one, brothers zero.

“Well I’m not back because of nothing.” Your head was turned so you could look into your brothers hazel colored eyes.

Turning onto your back, you were surprised to feel a burning pain coming from your right side. With no questions asked you pushed the jackets off of your now semi warm body and slowly began to lift up for shirt. There were red swollen and puffed out markings on your side. But there was more hidden by your pants. Slowly you started to roll down the waist of your jeans, only on the right side. Until you could make out what it was.

The mark was wrapped around your hip. You rolled over just slightly to see the last of the puzzle. A thumb print which curled around to your backside just a little. It was a hand mark. There was no doubt about that.

“I wouldn’t call that nothing.” Both you and Dean exchanged a look of concern as he spoke. Never taking his eyes off the road.

Day one of the rest of your life of rebirth began now.

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which easy company member should YOU fight?

Richard Winters

who wins: Winters

two days before d-day 1st lt. raymond schmitz challenged winters to a wrestling match and dick told him to go away and schmitz wouldn’t and dick got so annoyed that he gave in, but little did schmtiz know that dick was a wrestler in college and he threw schmitz down too hard and cracked two of the guy’s vertebrae

don’t fight winters

Harry Welsh

who wins: Welsh

harry got busted down to private for fighting more times than i can remember; it does not matter if you could pick him up and put him on your shoulder (looking at you, buck), he’s scrappy and will mess you up

Lewis Nixon

who wins: you

i don’t think you could actually win, considering you most likely didn’t go the through sobel-hell training that nix did, it’s just that i doubt nix has the time, energy, or interest to fight you

Buck Compton

who wins: you

buck would let you win, let’s be honest (the first time; when you then demand a fair fight, he would decline because he’d never hurt one of his guys even in fun)

Ron Speirs

who wins: undetermined

everyone is always talking about how tough speirs is and i believe that, there’s not a doubt in my mind that ron speirs is one crazy son of a gun, but i’d be lying if i said i didn’t want to see someone shoot some spit balls at his neck (what happens after that is your funeral)

Carwood Lipton

who wins: Lipton

have you SEEN lip’s shoulders? probably, but to refresh your memory:

those shoulders are broad enough to carry a medium sized town on. not to mention that lip isn’t afraid to climb a tree to fight you

Bill Guarnere

who wins: Guarnere

you will probably not win this fight because bill’s a scrappy street fighter from the streets of south philly–remember that time he tried to headbutt liebgott:

but PLEASE, for the love of pete, although the odds are stacked against you, fight bill guarnere. please do it, this man may be my husband but i’ll fight him any day. this face is just asking to be punched

Joe Toye

who wins: you know the answer

“this guy with arms like pistons” “toughest guy in the unit, period” “these two strapping arms came at lowery from behind, lifted him up, spun him around, pinned him to the wall, and clamped a hand to his throat”

i think malark about summed it up, but if you ever get the urge to fight joe toye, think of this picture:

Don Malarkey

who wins: Malark

i will once again rely on a visual aid:

when it comes down to it, though, malark doesn’t want to fight you. he doesn’t want to fight anyone

Joe Liebgott

who wins: Liebgott

lieb may be the skinniest little dude in the company but what he lacks in stature, he makes up for in attitude, pent-up rage, and a sassy mouth. also he’s a machine gunner so he’s gotta be strong as hell to lug that thing around

Eugene Roe

who wins: n/a

didn’t your mother teach you better than this

David Webster

who wins: you

we’re talking about the man who literally yelled “THEY GOT ME” when he was shot in the leg. this was not the hollywood version he actually said that. fight david webster

Johnny Martin

who wins: Martin

you know that textpost that’s like “i gotta stop telling people to fight me, i’m 5′0 tall″ that’s johnny. if you upset johnny, he’ll just glare at you until you start to get really uncomfortable, and then he’ll rope you into going on a patrol which is worse than fighting him hand-to-hand

Frank Perconte

who wins: Perco

perco doesn’t actually fight you, because when you start to get really excited about a fight, he starts going off on you and chews you out until you’ve lost the motivation to fight him

Skip Muck

who wins: Skip

skip was an expert mortar man so i wouldn’t take him on, personally. but literally every single person was in friend love with skip and his sideways banana smile, you could spend your whole life trying to come up with reasons to fight him and not think of any

George Luz

who wins: you

the trick to fighting luz is strategy. if you’re intent on taking him down, you need to do it at the opportune moment, such as when it took like half the company to shove him into the plane because of that 180000 pound radio. alternatively you can just smack him in the mouth

Babe Heffron

who wins: Babe

babe fought the whole war as a machine gunner with severe hand problems, not odds i’d want to challenge tbh. also, the only person allowed to fight babe is bill

Smokey Gordon

who wins: Smokey

i would never ever fight smokey. ever. this is why:

Shifty Powers

who wins: Shifty

you COULD fight shifty, but i mean, do you really want to? is there anything in you that can justify fighting shifty

Floyd Talbert

who wins: Tab

winters said somewhere that if he had to take one soldier into a fight with him, he’d take tab. i’m going to trust winters on this one. plus, if you piss tab off, he’ll steal your car and conduct “experiments” on it

Chuck Grant

who wins: Grant

grant falls into the revered category that skip and shifty also reside in, which is, don’t fight grant, he never hurt you, and he deserved so much better than what he got. there are no reasons in the world to fight chuck grant

Bull Randleman

who wins: Bull

we know what bull can do, let’s not test him

IN SHORT: don’t attempt to fight easy company, or joe toye will grab you by the throat before you can even get in a fighting stance

Who is ready for all the emotions because I most certainly was not

Alright here we go

Let’s start off with the thumbnail bc it hurts already, cool

Could they sit any closer?

Caspar: Guess what, guys, I got Mr. Sugg to come and film a video with me

WELL SOMEONE IS EXCITED

Look at his happy little face

Caspar: It’s so good to be back with you, buddy, I’ve missed you so much

Caspar: We lost our roommate-ness about…

Joe: About a year ago

ABOUT A FUCKING YEAR AGO

And it still hurts

Bless them

So close

Cut because it gets long and filthy

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One Wrong Move Part 2

Dean Winchester x Reader

1300 Words

Story Summary: After a rough night, Dean is woken up to find the reader has not returned home yet. Worried, he goes out looking for her.

A/N: I had a lot of people asking for a second part, so here it is.

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Dean’s POV

Never had he felt so scared in his life. Sure, there had been plenty of times he had come close to dying. There had been times he actually had died. But nothing brought the terror that seeing Y/N laying there, limp in his arms did.

“Dean, let me see what I can do.” Cas repeated, coming to stand next to him, staring down at Y/N’s limp body.

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anonymous asked:

(part 1) ur gonna roast me for this but im legit curious why mafia AUs are so bad? im asking in a non confrontational way, i get it romanticizing mafia is wrong, but i also believe that 1)most mafia AUs are a really toned down type of mafia;2)they do make for some interesting kinds of dynamics with fanart and with fics; 3)in a fic specifically u can create your own world and call something mafia and still make it so they don't kill innocent people but only idk members of other gangs or sth

(part 2) plus theyre a way to put ur charas in a completely diff context and see what theyll do. i mean i dont believe that writing ships in a certain context (like mafia) equals romanticizing that context. mafia AUs arent even my fav things to read (in fact i almost never do), im sure many ppl romanticize it and i obvs dont agree with that but im just trying to udnerstand bc i believe fandoms are a way to explore things that we normally wouldnt.

I’m not gonna roast you don’t worry xD okay wait let me check if I replied to this already if yes I’m gonna c/p because it’s half past midnight otherwise I’ll just go at it again wait *checks tags* fff obviously I don’t have a general post but anyway pls read this after you’ve done with my post and then this which is also choke-full of links. plus for a (not nice) laugh: here. AH WAIT I FOUND THE POST.

okay, so, let’s have it out of the way: I have nothing against mob aus or crime aus. I have a problem against calling them mafia AUs because in the US mafia = organized crime at large, in Italy mafia = ACTUAL EXISTING ORGANIZATIONS THAT ARE ACTIVELY HARMFUL. now that I introduced the topic I’ll c/p you the reply I gave to another anon who while discussing the issue pointed out that most writers don’t even know Italian mafia is a thing, which is pretty much on the same discourse so…

*The thing is - in the US it might not be enough of a deal anymore and I honestly do get why people make the mafia = regular mobsters, since the mafia was the first foreign organized crime being exported to the US via italian immigrants (sorry if this sounds horrible in English but I just woke up and I still didn’t have coffee) so I understand that mafia became the umbrella term.But the thing is that - as you said, these people don’t even know that there’s a mafia in Italy anymore or where the word comes from.

 I’m going to link to italiansreclaimingitaly’s tag about the mafia and its perception outside Italy because they posted about this extensively and it’s an excellent resource, but meanwhile I’m gonna do a very short bullet point list and about the topic:

  • Mafia might not be a big deal in the US, but it still is here. We have the beauty of four different mafias (Cosa Nostra - the Sicilian one, camorra which is the one in Campania but has tendrils spread everywhere, the ‘ndrangheta which is in Calabria and the Sacra Corona Unita in Puglia) which are all active [especially camorra and 'ndrangheta] and whose actions have direct impact (negative) on our economy and on our society. Actually mafias are one of the main reasons we’re currently economically fucked up, and if I start talking about how mafia culture keeps some areas literally backwards I could talk about it for three months.
  • There are still people who are killed for standing up against them. These days the most prominent personality is Roberto Saviano who is a writer who dared to put together a book documenting minutely the way camorra works and he’s been living under protection for years by this point. Like, they want him dead because he wrote a book. And I’m sorta sure that he was talking about leaving Italy and going to the US after years of sticking with it here because he can’t take it anymore but I don’t know if it was a taken decision or if it’s still debating it.
  • It wasn’t even thirty years ago that we had the stragi di mafia - in english it’d be something like the mafia slaughters, basically around the beginning of the nineties there were a number of bombs planted by the mafia targeting people who were trying to oppose it including judges Falcone and Borsellino, actually the anniversary of Falcone’s death is like… tomorrow. And they’ve killed people for way longer than that. Here is a list of only Cosa Nostra victims including the ones from the eighties/nineties. And people are still dying because of it. The slaughters I’m referring to are just the ones in the nineties which are enough of a number.
  • They also perpetuate a culture where if you testify against your mafia-employed relatives you’ll be shunned forever. There are women who testified against their families and couldn’t see their children anymore never mind that they weren’t automatically considered a relative anymore the moment they sided against the mafia. Some people have committed suicide after becoming witnesses also because our police force/justice system can be terribly non-supportive in this kind of situation so they got left on their own. Never mind that back in the day - it was the beginning of the nineties? - I recall at least a particular story of - I think, correct me if I remember wrong but I can’t remember the names for the life of me - where this guy testified against the local mafia when he either used to work for them or was forced to pay them the pizzo and in retaliation his six-year old (or five? Anyway he had a son younger than ten for sure) got kidnapped, killed and thrown into acid to dispose of the body. That happened in what, 1993? 1994? It’s pretty much yesterday. And now the camorra is doing the same - there’s a list here of camorra victims among which accidental passerbys that got killed because they were in the way which I can tell just by glancing is not complete. And I’m not even going into the 'ndrangheta. That is to say, here mafia still kills people and cripples our country.

Now, I get that it’s a word, but the point was: let’s say that instead of the Italians the Japanese came to the US first and the umbrella word for organized crime was yakuza rather than mafia and let’s say yakuza was still what it was originally in Japan while in the US it stopped being a big deal and people write yakuza!AU instead of mafia AU. Let’s say someone Japanese gets angry at that and goes like 'listen the yakuza is a real deal it does this this this and that and it’s a plague in our country so can you please at least look it up before writing your fanfic’, which is what had happened way back then when this whole mafia and fanfic thing blew up. A bunch of people told us to get over it because it’s just a word and if it’s a problem in Italy it’s not in the US so why should they care? Now, if we had been Japanese (or Chinese or Russian or Mexican) would they have said the same thing? Considering the general tumblr attitude I’m pretty sure they would have received either an apology or 'this is an important deal let’s keep that in mind’ with signal boost reblogs and stuff. 

It’s the fact that we should get over people not knowing that it’s still a real problem for us and that they can’t take five seconds to google it that is the problem imo. Especially when instead of mafia au you can just say mobsters au or tag it as organized crime and everyone is a lot happier, mostly because as the tag above explains romanticising the mafia is a good thing for them because it means they can act outside Italy with less stigma because everyone thinks that the mafia is dead or not relevant anymore, if I’m explaining myself. (And it’s active outside Italy - like, there was a mafia kill in Germany in 2007 where six people died (sorry the link is in Italian but there isn’t an English wiki page, if you look the city up you’ll find something probably) and it was because of the 'ndrangheta.

I’d really like to not get worked over it because it meant it was a thing of the past y'know, but the problem is that it isn’t and I’d rather spread some awareness in hope some of these writers look it up (because it’s a good thing that people know what mafia is since as stated they have tendrils everywhere - if you read Saviano’s book the entire first chapter is about how camorra regularly deals with Chinese import/export in Italy for one) than shrug and figure that since they’ll think everything is good for fanfic then it’s not even worth my time.*

Now, ^^^ that was the c/p-ed reply that should answer most of your doubts. What I didn’t address was:

im sure many ppl romanticize it and i obvs dont agree with that but im just trying to udnerstand bc i believe fandoms are a way to explore things that we normally wouldnt.

aaaand as we say here in Italy, this is where the donkey falls (sorry we have weird sayings), because in theory there’s nothing wrong with that… except that in 99% of the mafia aus I’ve seen around the thing is that they’re supposed to be cute.

like, I see a lot of shit with TINY MAFIA BOSS STEVE ROGERS with RUSSIAN ENFORCER BUCKY (????? bucky isn’t even russian???) and the yoi thing I saw before had the japanese character being the leader of a russian mafia gang which is… like… guys it doesn’t happen it really doesn’t, and a lot of them re-use wrongly terminology taken from the godfather without context or knowing what the hell it means, and it’s always from the criminals’ pov and they’re somehow seen as criminals doing justice where the police can’t (???) and like… no. mafia bosses/enforcers/employees are bad people period, and at least here if you try to leave or repent they kill your family in retribution. like, not even ten years ago there’s been a woman who used to belong to a mafia family (or one colluded with the mafia) who testified and her entire town/family shunned her and she couldn’t take it anymore and… killed herself drinking acid if I don’t recall wrong. it’s not even special cases. this shit is not funny, it’s not cute, it’s not adorable and it’s not good fodder for your imagine your otp scenario (srsly I saw one like.. let me find it,

LIKE. just look at this shit. in a regular context, the enforcer goes to the show owner to force them to pay a monthly sum to their boss lest they destroy their shop and their lives and their family’s life never mind that mafia culture is deeply homophobic so the mafia enforcer flirting with the shopkeeper is like completely fucking out of the question. I mean, people here like to shit on the sopranos but that show was actually excellent representation of Horrid Criminals Who Were Never Supposed To Be Good People and the small arc that happened when one of tony’s friends turned out to be gay (closeted) was REALLY well done. btw, it ended that when they found out he was gay most of the crowd rejected him and thought badly of him until I think they killed him also for other reasons, but that spiraled from finding out he liked dick. and that’s american mafia that they actually based on well-done research of the culture in Italy it came from, I assure you that here it doesn’t work that differently. like. the shit above is so inaccurate and frankly offensive, it’s like… I get people romanticizing problematic stuff but the thing is that when you tell them that it’s actually offensive you get brushed off as ‘ah well you’re being too sensitive it’s just a word u__u’. now, I’m all for exploring shit we wouldn’t be into, but not like THAT, because that’s like mafia romantic comedy and that’s not how it works. now, you wanna do a fic where the mafia characters are deeply flawed and bad people and the police tries to catch them? fine, great, go ahead. you wanna do a fic where the enforcer above deals with dunno an entire life of internalized homophobia when he finds the shopkeeper attractive and feels conflicted over having to con money out of him and doing horrible shit for a living and maybe understanding that crime isn’t worth it and then he actually collaborates with the police and gets shit from about everyone he knows and loves for that? okay, awesome, go ahead. nothing bad in that.

but the shit above is not exploring things we wouldn’t/writing darkfic, it’s THINKING THAT A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION WHICH IS STILL A THING IN OUR PART OF THE WORLD IS CUTE AND ADORABLE. and that only plays in their favor because it takes the bad aura out of the word and we really should not let that happen. like. that is what is bad about mafia aus and mafia discourse, that people don’t realize the mafia is alive and well and thriving and not a thing that doesn’t exist or a generic word for organized crime.

you wanna write the shit above? okay, CALL IT CRIME AU or mob au, not mafia au.

btw, add-on: idk if I mentioned it in the above post or not, but in case I didn’t, I said that people would balk at the idea of a mexican cartel au. sadly since then I’ve found out a fandom where not only there is one but it’s also extra cutesy and people apparently love it and it has a bunch of kudos/comments and idek I’m not even touching that with a ten foot pole but like… I’ve avoided it and everything that author wrote because to me it’s just… nope. like, nope. if you do mafia aus don’t make them fucking cute. (also: in the same fandom I had to mute a v. famous fanartist whose art I actually liked but did cutesy mafia aus and.. like… haahahhaahahahahaha nah sorry. can’t go there. nope.)

Wanna Bet? [Daryl Dixon x Reader]

Word Count: 1,080

Prompt:  “We made a bet, and you lost. Now you have to do it.”

Warnings: Violence. Language. Fluff

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble… oops

Originally posted by steals-dreams


“Daryl, I think I want to start learning how to use a crossbow. I’m tired of having to use my knife all the time, I’ve been too close to death before because of it.” You approach Daryl. The two of you are on a run together to gather more baby supplies for Judith, since she was only born a couple of weeks ago and she’s already running low on formula.

A few minutes ago, in an attempt to kill a walker that was standing in front of the bottles, it had grabbed your hand before you had the chance to stab it, successfully making you drop your knife. Daryl saved you, thankfully, but all you can think about is how nice it would be to be able to kill walkers without having to actually get near them.

“Learnin’ how ‘ta shoot a bow is hard as shit. It’s gon’ take a while.” Daryl shakes his head, a small smile creeping on to his lips. You two haven’t been together too long, only for a few weeks at most (although you’re not really sure- no one keeps track of time anymore), but you’ve noticed the little things about him, and whenever you take interest in things that he likes is one of them. He knows that he is a loved and valuable member of the group, but you know that he still occasionally struggles with the feeling as if he is unwanted and disliked. So whenever you do things like this, despite it being for a genuine good reason, it always makes him happy.

“You never know, Daryl. I could be a natural.” You shrug your shoulders, grabbing the bottles and formula off the shelf. There are so many different brands and kinds, but since baby Judith can be quite the picky eater at times, you’ve learned that taking everything available is the best option.

“I doubt it. Shootin’ bows don’t come naturally to no one.” Daryl snorts. “Took me years ‘ta get this good.”

“You must have just not been a natural then, huh.” You tease him. “I bet you that I could shoot your bow right now and get a good shot on one of those walkers outside.”

“Whatever.” Daryl shakes his head, finishing filling up his bag. It’s almost over spilling at this point. “I bet ‘ya can’t.”

“Is that a challenge?” You raise your eyebrows at him. “Well, it’s on. Hand me your bow.”

“I’m gonna win this bet, ‘ya know that, right?” Daryl stares at you.

“I’m so confident in my skills that I’m placing a wager on this. If I get a shot on the walker, you have to cook my food for a week. I’m sick and tired of burning my hands on that fire trying to heat up my food.” You tell Daryl. In reality, you’re not confident at all. You know there is a huge chance that you’re going to shoot that bow and miss by a long shot. But, Daryl’s complete and utter non-confidence in you sparked a fire. Your inner competitiveness came out, and here you are, placing a bet over something you know damn well you can’t do.

“That’s easy as hell, couldn’t come up with a harder one?” Daryl lets out an airy laugh. “And if I win, and I know I will, ‘ya have to take my night watch up in the tower tonight.”

“Deal.” You smile. You shake his hand, sealing the bet you just made. You’re so screwed.

Daryl and you walk out of the small grocery store, loading up your bags of baby things into his motorcycle before he hands you his bow. You look at it intimidated before you grab it out of his hands, taking a deep breath.

You look around for a walker, seeing one walking around the side of the building. It hasn’t spotted you two yet, giving you the perfect advantage. You try and attempt to cock the stirrup, but the setting that Daryl has it set on is too weighted, and you can’t pull it back.

“Daryl, this is unfair. I can’t even pull it back.” You pout.

“That’s losing fair and square.” Daryl shrugs. “Can’t pull back the arrow, aint my fault.”

“Daryl,” You glare at him, and he sighs.

“The stakes are goin’ up ‘cause of this…” He grumbles. He takes the bow back from your hands, adjusting the weight so you can pull it back with ease. “Ya gotta sleep in my cell with me for the next week now, too.”

“That’s a punishment?” You raise your eyebrows. “Sounds like a treat to me.”

You lift the crossbow up, closing one eye to get better accuracy to shoot the walker, just as you’ve seen Daryl do in the past. You draw back the stirrup, releasing the trigger once you are satisfied with your aim. Much to your surprise, it actually goes where you were aiming- right in its forehead.

“No fuckin’ way,” Daryl groans out.

“Told you I’d be a natural.” You wink at him and kiss his cheek. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ll still sleep in your cell for the week. I would’ve done that anyways- don’t be shy to ask me stuff. But, you’re totally still cooking my food for me.”

“Nah, that was cheatin’.” Daryl grins at you. “Ya had me lessen the weight.”

“Nope, I won fair and square.” You shake your head. “We made a bet, and you lost. Now you have to do it.”

“You’re a pain in my ass sometimes, ya know that?” Daryl laughs and brings you into a kiss. His lips move against yours at a slow pace, neither one of you had dared to go any further than small, simple kisses. He was already nervous about getting into a relationship in the first place, so you are not rushing him. The kisses he gives you are perfect.

“Alright, alright, ‘ya professional hunter,” Daryl pulls away. “Go get that arrow outta his head, and we can get outta here. We can start lessons tomorrow.”

“Mhm.” You peck his lips one more time. “Can’t wait for my delicious dinner tonight, babe.”

“Ah, whatever.” Daryl laughs, and you pick up the arrow before setting it back into its rightful place. “You’re lucky I like ‘ya.”

“You’re right.” You grin. “I am lucky.”


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It’s Nice To Finally Meet You

Title: It’s Nice To Finally Meet You

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Word Count: 2,429

Warning: Mention of abuse in a previous relationship

Request: ‘Can do try to do an imagine where you’re at a show, you’re friends with josh’s mom, but you never had the interests of meeting her famous drummer of a son. The reader comes up to Ohio to see his mom and to go to a top show. She finally talks the reader into meeting josh and things just click and they hit it off’

A/N: Thank you @tonightillneedutostay​ for the request, I hope you like it, I’m sorry it took so long to upload! Also, I realised there isn’t much of Josh in this.. I’m sorry my dudes

Masterlist / Send Me Requests 

Originally posted by nahcose

For the past two years, you’ve been working as a fully trained hair stylist and beauty therapist.

Since graduating from beauty school almost two years ago, you’ve been working in a well known salon in your local area of Columbus, Ohio. You were luck enough to get the job soon after graduating. You slowly but surely grew a base of loyal regulars who would only book appointments for you. One of these regulars just so happen to be the mom of a famous drummer in the band Twenty one Pilots.

Ever since your first appointment with Laura, she’s been telling you about her famous drummer son, Joshua and his best friend, Tyler, and that their band was very well know, especially in the local area, and in the recent year or so, they had started taking over the world, finally expanding and getting the recognition they deserve after years of hard work.

You strike up a surprising friendship, considering the age gap, with Laura. Over the first few months of appointments, she’d tell you all about her life, like her husband and children. She loved all of her children equally, but Joshua was the one she spoke most about the most.

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Real Quick™ i’m not sure how much this has already been discussed (and i’m gonna tag @mittensmorgul​ and @obsessionisaperfume​ here because sometimes you just gotta bring the pros in) but can we talk about how dean says he thought him and sam “had it made”, and then says

(gif credit: @yourfavoritedirector​)

granted, this happened prior to his  confrontation with mary, so he’s still got a bunch of pent-up anger to hash out with her, and he hasn’t technically known her as long as he’s known cas and whatnot, 

but an undercurrent of this whole season has been the question of what truly constitutes family, and at one point is a person more familial than one’s own (estranged) mother?  i think it’s been established (and thoroughly analyzed by brilliant meta writers) numerous times these past two seasons that cas is an integral part of the winchester family, and this past season in particular focused on the difference, for lack of a better word, between the bond between him and sam, and of that between him and dean. 

it’s late and i’m tired and can’t really articulate my thoughts the way i want to right now, but i guess what i’m getting at is that they’ve done an excellent job of showing the audience that there is, in fact, a strong bond between cas and the winchesters– and better yet, a notable difference in cas’ relationships with sam and dean. this was made crystal clear in that scene of dean grieving over cas’ dead body while sam ran into the house to deal with the nephilim.

another way of looking at this, of course, is that dean has been driving most of the emotional plotline this season while sam has been driving the action– dean has been at the forefront of the mary and cas arcs, whereas sam has taken lead of the BMOL arc (as well as one of internal conflict).  cas, of course, is tied to the lucifer/nephilim arc, but is currently out of the picture. until that is resolved, i wonder if these roles will continue in season 13, in the sense that dean could be more involved in getting cas and mary back, while sam may be more involved with the immediate effects of the nephilim’s birth.

tl;dr in his own words, getting cas back is Number One (1) in dean winchester’s books and when he thinks of “having it made”, cas is essential to that perfect fantasy. so is having his own mother back, but the show made a very bold statement by ordering it the way they did. it’ll be interesting to see how dean copes with losing both of them at once and how this order of priorities affects his choices next season.

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Aaaannd I finally finished my very first MAP part! I hope I did it right. It was for this MAP

If you want to watch it with the music:

honeyobsession  asked:

Hey! I love your stories, and is it okay if I ask for help? My teacher asked me to write a story with 'journey', and I'm not sure what to write.. could you maybe provide some inspiration or where to get said inspiration?

I’d be happy to! 

When we think of a “journey” in writing, we think about two types of stories, generally. One is like The Hobbit. A cast of characters goes on a long trip to accomplish their ultimate goal. The other is like My Side of the Mountain. Where one character changes drastically (generally a growing up story) due to unusual circumstances/events. A journey doesn’t have to be physical– an emotional journey is just as good!

In my stories, I try to flip the expected plot! The Hobbit starts with Bilbo refusing to go on the journey and then, ultimately, choosing to go. What if a group comes to your character for information and refuses to let them come with? What if your character stows away? What if your character actively tries to stop them and spends the rest of the story booby-trapping the road?

I’d try finding some good prompts, thinking of how you think they’d go and doing the opposite. It’s a lot of fun that way!

(And less vague: you know what I’m interested in lately? That Chosen One thing where the chosen one already knows. Like a group of adventurers show up on the MC’s doorstep like “You have to come with us, you are the only one who can defeat this person. We know it sounds far-fetched, but you have to trust us.” And the MC is like “Whaaaaaat, that is crazy, hahaha, who would believe that?” But inside they’re sweating because they found out about all that like five years ago, have already mastered their powers, but don’t know if they trust the adventurers or not. So then they have to go on the journey with them, keeping it a secret, until the adventurers prove that the MC can trust them.)

Here are a bunch of prompt blogs I use who I hope will forgive me for once again tagging them lol.

@writing-prompt-s, @yetmoreprompts, @oopsprompts, @witterprompts, @writingpromptsandjunk, @writing-challenges-and-prompts, @alloftheprompts

anonymous asked:

Often when I write, I use questions like "Why did she do that?" or "Is he mad at me?" Should I reformulate them into statements like "I wondered why she did that"? But I feel like wondering is such an unnecessary filler word that makes the sentence passive.

Thanks for your question, dear!  This is a valid question that isn’t discussed very often, so I’m glad to be able to answer :)

So the actual answer here is neither, not because either of them are technically incorrect, but because they’re a perfect case of showing vs. telling.  You’ve given two examples of important thoughts your character needs to express; but with the way you’re expressing them, they feel obvious and awkward.  Even though things like, “Is he mad at me?” are thought patterns we experience everyday, they don’t translate well onto the page.

The solution: find a way to show the reader that your character is feeling this way.  The goal here is to make the reader feel like they’re the one asking the question – like the character has already asked themselves this and the reader is catching up.  I have a few posts in my show vs. tell tag that might help you, but in case they don’t, I’ll go into your example specifically.

Instead of having the character ask, “Why did she do that?”, try:
Having your MC study the character’s (Character A) expressions; having them think back to their last interaction with Character A and wonder if they’d done something to anger A.  You could have your character come right out and ask Character A what her deal is, or ask Character B if they know what’s going on with A.  You could describe Character A in a way that shows your MC doesn’t understand what’s happening – with phrases like, “Character A did [this] out of nowhere,” or, “Character A stared at the floor silently, her expression unreadable.”

It’s basically like being passive-aggressive in real life, if you think about it.  You’re trying to communicate your feelings in any way other than to directly express them – so if you’re angry at your boyfriend, instead of thinking, “I’m mad at him,” you take the sugar with you to work so he doesn’t get any in his coffee.  If you’re upset that your family forgot your birthday, instead of saying, “Dude, you guys forgot my birthday,” you dunk all their toothbrushes in the toilet and then put them back on the counter.

Not that I’ve ever done anything remotely similar to this.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

So I hope this helps! :D <3  If you have more questions, my inbox is always open.  Happy writing!


If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask me!