how can a human being be so perfect

tagulansahulyo  asked:

Hello! Please, I love good pining stories. I especially love it when it's Viktor who does it, too. Could you please recommend deliciously painful pining stories but with good endings? :)

Thanks for the requests! Mutual pining fics are my some of my favourites! Here is a TON of mutual pining fics because why not? They’re amazing!

Originally posted by sovlfighter


Mutual Pining


Break the Cycle by SigmundFreud, Explicit, 26k
College AU where ex boyfriends Yuuri and Victor can’t stay away from each other. LOTS of mutual pining, arguments, miscommunication, and, of course, angst. Thumbs up!

a certain playboy by fan_nerd, Gen, 3.9k
There’s no way that Victor, Yuuri’s childhood idol, could be calling Yuuri a handsome playboy, just because they’d met eyes at two skating events. Besides, a total stranger had given Yuuri the tickets. It would be totally absurd. Love!

On My Love by RikoJasmine, Teen, 48k (WIP)
Time travel AU where Yuuri and Victor are happy aged and married, but an accident occurs and suddenly Yuuri wakes up back in Detroit, in a time before he had even met Victor. Angst and pining ensues. Great fic!

of dusk and dawn and a love beyond by exile_wrath, Gen, 5.5k
The King of Day, Victor, drops flowers to the Ruler of Night, Yuuri, to express his love for him; yet, they are always returned, as Yuuri thinks that they’re dropped by mistake. Day and Night AU!

Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya, Explicit, 166k (WIP)
The ULTIMATE angst fic filled with all the pining, miscommunications, and more. Rival AU where Yuuri’s life goal, since he was a child, is to beat Victor and win the GPF. HOT and a must read.

lie to make me like you by cityboys, Mature, 80k
It’s become a game, of sorts, to anyone privy to the fact that the pattern exists in the first place: ask Victor out at the beginning of the month, date for however many days, and wait for the end to come and for Victor to say, always: I couldn’t fall in love with you. Let’s break up. OMG so good!

On Cruelty and Confusion by Torchlite, Teen, 6.8k (WIP)
The timers show three sets of numbers: the wearer’s heart rate, their soulmate’s heart rate, and the number of heartbeats until they see each other in person. Viktor’s timer goes off the moment he lays eyes on Yuuri. Yuuri’s does not. Great soulmate timer AU!

Kingdoms of the Sun and Moon by OathKeeper, Explicit, 12k (WIP)
Yuuri is the Prince and Heir to the throne of the Sun Kingdom. Before his twentieth birthday, he is due to marry Princess Mila from the Moon Kingdom, to whom he’s been engaged since childhood. Victor comes along and everything gets flipped upside down. THIS FIC IS AMAZING PLEASE ENCOURAGE THE AUTHOR TO WRITE MORE IT’S SO GOOD

Sky of Endless Love by CagedBirdSings, Gen, 3.2k (WIP)
In a Realm far above the Earth, the King of Day leaves behind roses of vivid red - all in the hopes of having his feelings reach the King of Night. Meanwhile, Yuuri wonders why Victor keeps dropping his roses. I love this AU!!

Nerve Endings by Phyona, Explicit, 42k (WIP)
When Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg, they have to work through Yuuri’s anxiety and Victor’s secretiveness to find their balance. THIS IS SO, SO AMAZING

Like a Fairytale by lucycamui, Teen, 30k (WIP)
In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his ‘Cinderella’ Yuuri. Lovely Cinderella AU!

Healthy Impropriety by mtothedestiel, Explicit, 29k
Victor is the wealthy master of the Nikiforov estate. At a society party he’s swept off his feet by the mysterious, suave, and very drunk Katsuki Yuuri. Victor aims to declare his love and secure Mr. Katsuki’s hand in marriage, but first he has to find him! THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVE FICS EVER

Lessons in Love by fangirlandiknowit, Mature, 21k (WIP)
All Viktor wants is for his son to be happy - and if that means spending countless hours at the ice rink, a million more in the ballet studio, and devotedly cheering for Katsuki Yuuri at every competition he enters, then that is precisely what he’ll do. LOVE!

Everything on Fire by SakanatoAi, Teen, 28k (WIP)
In an alternate universe where the physical closeness between two soulmates is measured by body temperature, Yuuri Katsuki and Victor Nikiforov have spent their entire lives chasing after fleeting moments of warmth. Awesome soulmate AU!

Masks off by emulikule, Teen, 27k
And so the story goes that a playboy comes to a town, makes it fall in love with him and then proceeds to get himself enticed by the most mysterious person there. SO GOOD OMG

Chocolate and Ice | Yuri!!! on Ice by TheLoyalMouse, Explicit, 2k
Victor wants to touch him so badly - but how can he, if it means it would taint the most perfect, innocent and pure human being he ever met? Surely, Yuri’s heart is not for him to take… Bonus Victor POV!

Dancing Daffodils by grayclouds, Mature, 33k (WIP)
Greek God AU where Yuuri is the god of Eros who falls for Victor, a man secluded/banished from the rest of society. Very sweet, and the mix of Greek mythology and YOI works amazingly well. Definitely recommend!

Looking for Courage by icterine, Explicit, 17k
Victor’s soul rejoices with their meeting. A fleeting attempt to steady a drunken stranger sets his heart afire. It’s all he’s ever dared to wish for. LOVE!

centripetal force by braveten, Explicit, 60k (WIP)
Victor speaks seven languages. (Physics isn’t one of them.) Luckily, though, he ends up rooming with his antithesis: a shy, black-haired boy who just so happens to be a physics major. LOVE this!

Human headcanons this time

I like to think that humans are actually incredibly sturdy to compared to galra and Alteans, we eat things neither of them can, and survive in conditions neither of them could either.
Just imagine, the galra are interrogating the paladins, and force a cup of the foulest poison into them, a poison that causes a constant sensation of panic, and too much will cause a horrible heart attack……. It’s coffee, they can’t drink caffeine, their fine tuned predator hearts can’t handle it.
Their horrified to find humans eating nearly anything, tough beef jerky like substances, thick viscous substances like peanut butter, there’s nothing humans struggle to digest, and what we can’t digest passes. Our livers filter out poisons the galra consider horrible and toxic.
Even physically we would be impressive, the galra are huge sure, but if they anything like our local predators their stamina is subpar and their ability to heal is stunted compared to humans, a human can go active for nearly two days before succumbing to exhaustion. I wonder how long a galra could last?
I just wanna see the galra being fascinated by our human traits, a reason they horrified by Shiros physique and skills. They night be bigger but they definitely aren’t tougher.

GALRA KEITH CORNER : This is why Keith is so good at fighting, he gets all the stamina and skill of a human with the reflexes and speed of a galra. He’s the perfect hybrid.

Hi. I hate seeing anyone cry (especially Hobi because it’s heartbreaking), but I think it is important as fans that we remember these people we see as perfection are in fact just actual, regular humans like me and you (just with a lot more social cred and talent).
They aren’t always happy.
They aren’t always sexy.
They aren’t always thug.
And they don’t always wear their true emotions. In fact, most of them wear a facade.
We, as fans, need to remember that no person is perfect, no matter how close you can get, and that these idols are allowed to have human emotions like the rest of us. They are allowed to feel anger, pain, loss, depression and anxiety.
They are allowed to be vulnerable too.
And we HAVE TO LOVE THEM STILL.
Because if you don’t love them when they show you their true colors, you just love the facade, not the person behind it.

THEY ARE NORMAL HUMAN BEINGS TOO AND DESERVE TO BE TREATED AS SUCH.

Dear idols,
Please show us your true emotions so that we may empathise with you and love you on a whole new level.
You don’t have to be strong and perfect all the time.

- Your Loving Fans.

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the-endlessquestions  asked:

Does time actually exist? I personally dont think that it really exists...

Time, as described by Einstein’s theories of relativity, certainly does exist. The duration of time between two events is just as real as the distance in space between two objects, and according to Einstein, these two qualities are actually tied together. This is where the concept of space-time comes from, and it has some profound consequences.

Not only does time exist, but it can be stretched, bent, and warped. The flow of time can change depending on how fast you are moving, and how close you are to a massive object. The same can be said for space, too, but I don’t think anyone is debating how ‘real’ space is.

Now, the human perception of time may not be entirely real. Our brains aren’t perfect clocks, so we’re bound to be a little bit off. Not to mention, one can make the argument that all of human perception is an illusion, but I digress. That being said, our perception of time is a decent approximation.

Can aphobes just shut the fuck up about Thomas already? The only reason you guys are trying to pin this man as a pedophile is because he thinks aces and aros belong in the LGBT community. He does not explicitly encourage minors to draw NSFW art of him, he was not aware that the artist was under 18 and has since corrected his behavior. He owned up to his mistakes, so why don’t y'all start doing the same?

2 | Red Skies

BTS WEREWOLF AU
WORD COUNT: 2,687 
sorry it’s shorter than usual

warnings: swearing, violence, blood, choking (not in a sexy way) & talk of kidnapping and Stockholm syndrome 

Originally posted by dangerously-jamless

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Two hours, they’d been gone. Two hours, that you’d been left all alone. Most people in your situation would think about leaving, about running away. Not you. Something in your blood told you to stay put. What kind of Stockholm Syndrome was this madness?
Jungkook had let you have full roam of the house, an interesting concept considering only hours beforehand you were their prisoner. Their werewolf prisoner. Even after 120 minutes alone with your thoughts, your mind couldn’t process that you weren’t you any more, that you weren’t human any more. Distracting yourself from the unanswered questions you managed to take a good look at your surroundings. The house itself resembled something from a TV show, the walls were decorated with eccentric wallpaper prints and there wasn’t a spec of dust to be seen in the entire building.

Walking into the brightly coloured lounge area you jumped out of your skin and a piercing scream almost escaped your lips when a man you didn’t recognise stood in the doorway. He looked down at you in surprise, though he didn’t budge an inch. There was no denying he was handsome, apparently a running theme in this household, dark chocolate hair adorned his soft features, his eyes were large and feline like, hiding beneath thick eyelashes and an abundance of negativity.

Who the fuck are you?” He spat as he clasped his hand around your neck, slamming your back into the nearest wall.

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Affirmation// Sherlock Holmes

Originally posted by elennemigo

This is not requested, but my ALL TIME favorite oneshots are the ones where the men actually show their insecurities and the woman comforts them and speaks that they are capable of being loved. That’s where this came from! Please enjoy!

Sherlock Holmes doesn’t understand how a woman like you can love a drug addicted, thick headed man like himself. After the incident with Culverton Smith, you decide to show him. 

Song lyrics from Amber Run- I Found Love

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  “No!” You snapped angrily, jumping in front of an raging John Watson who would have beaten Sherlock to death had you not intervened. Culverton watched with an awed expression as you lifted your hand and smacked John so hard that his head flew to the side. “You don’t get to act like you’re the only one who lost something, John Watson! You don’t get to act like all the fault is placed on the only man who has ever actually cared enough to take you under his wing. Because lets face it.” You gripped the lapels of his coat and pulled him so close to your face that he could feel your anger in waves across his face. 

  “You’re just as damaged as he is.” 

In hindsight, you probably should have abstained from hitting the grieving father and husband, but you would never tolerate watching someone beat Sherlock to death because his anger clouded his judgement. John had been wary to approach you since, but found it in him to do so when you attempted to kick him out of 221B when Sherlock was discharged from the hospital. “I’m just going now.” He said quietly, brushing past your form that stood in the doorway. “I’m sorry y/n. You know how hard this is on me-” 

You leaned outward and wrapped your fingers around the former war doctors wrist. “I’m sorry for lashing out at you John, but you know he needs us as much as we need him.” You replied, feigning a smile as he squeezed your hand and left the flat, leaving you alone with your boyfriend. 

  “How can you love someone like me?” A deep baritone rumbled, drawing you out of your trance. 

I’ll use you as a warning sign

That if you talk enough sense then you’ll lose your mind

  “There’s so many reasons I love you, Sherlock Holmes. Words can not describe the unconditional love I feel for you. Even when we lock eyes,” You exhaled slowly as his blue eyes met yours, the left one swollen from the broken blood vessels. “My heart goes frantic.” 

  “That’s the thing!” He exclaimed, wincing as he stood to his feet and began to pace back and forth on the carpet. ‘’I adore you. I have adored you since the day we met because you are perfect. How can someone so perfect fall in love with someone who willingly lets their best friend beat him-” 

Marys death seemed to be a frequent topic of discussion every time John left the house for the night. “None of what happened to Mary is your fault. I’ve made that clear to John plenty of times since it happened.” You said firmly, curling your hands into fists. 

  “I’m a drug addict who didn’t have the decency to properly tell you when we started dating before the Reichenbach. You.. you utterly beautiful human being, you had so much faith in me that you waited two years to see if I’d return. I used to verbally tell you that you were incorrigible and dull. And then you somehow managed to show me that I loved you. And I do,” He hid his face in his hands in a futile attempt to mask the tears lingering in his eyes. “But God only knows you deserve someone much better then the junkie detective.” 

You were inches away from the detectives mutilated body, your breathing hitching as you took Sherlocks hand and sat it against your own to compare the drastic difference in size. “Do you know what I see in these hands? I have seen these hands save lives of innocent people. I have seen them in the most intimate ways, like the first time you found it in yourself to kiss me.” A sob broke past his lips as you led his hands to your jaw, smiling as he cupped it. “And your eyes.. I could get lost in them for hours. Those are eyes that have regarded me with such awe, and eyes that have cried thousands of tears you don’t deserve to have cried. Those are eyes that don’t just see- they also observe.” 

  “Y/n.” 

  “And finally, your lips.” You whispered, standing on your tiptoes and slowly trailing a finger along his cupids bow lips. Sherlock let out a moan he hadn’t expected as you slanted your mouth against his own and lightly took his bottom lip in between your teeth. “Lips that have regarded me as if I were a queen and made me feel as if I could run the world.” Your fingers curled in his shirt as his hands slid up under your blouse, and much to your surprise, caused him to pull away and bury his face in your neck. “Lips that left their mark and told others that I was yours and yours alone. That’s only one of the very reasons why I love you.” 

The two of you stood there for quite some time, cherishing the feeling of one another as Sherlock tightened his grip on your body, his trembling hands unsure of where to rest. “I-” He swallowed thickly, his voice muffled by his face in the crook of your shoulder. “Please don’t go anywhere. I need you. I-I love you.”

  “I love you too, but do you believe it when I say it?” 

You slowly pulled away and placed your hands on Sherlocks shoulders, applying enough pressure to ease him down into his chair. His arms opened as wide as they possibly could and you slid into them, throwing your legs over the chairs arm and resting your head against his shoulder. “There’s not one lie that comes from your lips. I’ve believed everything you said since you nearly offered yourself to Moriarty in exchange for Johns life. That’s why he’s always been taken with you.” 

It was clear from the trembling in his hands and his breathing that he was exhausted. “Are you tired my love?” you whispered, shushing his response as your fingers slid into his hair and began to slowly rake along his scalp. 

  “C-Can’t sleep. I’ll have nightmares of John literally trying to kill me.”

  “Do you have any ideas of what I can do to help you sleep?” 

Sherlock let out a sharp gasp as he picked you up bridal style and slowly ambled down the hall to your shared bedroom, resting you on your side before curling up in his, waiting to be able to rest his head on your chest. Your heart melted as he twined your legs together and threw his arm over your waist, his head resting on your chest. His curls tickled your nose, but you did your best to not laugh. “Sing. I don’t care what. Just sing to me.” 

You inhaled deeply and parted your lips, singing softly as Sherlock fell into a deep slumber. his fingers still linked with yours. 

I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be

Right in front of me

It talked some sense to me

He wasn’t perfect, but he was so perfectly imperfect, and he was yours. 

That made it all the more better. 

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anonymous asked:

Yuzuru is some type of God? How else could his grace be explained

Well…

I mean Yuzuru isn’t the ‘invincible and psychic and pewpew’ kind of god (well he can be with his record yesterday) but rather the ‘how can such a perfect human being exist’ kind of god at least to me

And the fact that he is so freaking graceful in every single thing just makes him seem even more godly. Just look at this (guess who’s in the middle):

I’m just blinded by love lol forgive me

"My De." (Wincest with adult content)

“Sam?!” Dean calls from the kitchen, “Sammy, where are you?” He walks around the motel they are currently staying at, John away on a hunt.

He enters the bathroom and sees Sam standing in front of the mirror, looking at himself but trying to cover his body, naked except from some pants, up with a towel as soon as he realises Dean behind him: “De-Dean.. I-I uhm, I-I’m coming. Do w-whatever you wanted t-to d-do.” His big brother leans in the doorframe, staring at him.

He sighs before he presses Sams back against his chest. “Stop these doubts Sammy. You are beautiful. So. So. Beautiful.” He punctuates each word pressing his lips against his little brothers shoulder while tracing his fingers down Sams soft sides, earning a shiver. “De.”

“It’s okay Sammy, I’ve got you.” Dean slowly removes the towel from Sams body and leads them both out of the bathroom, into the bedroom, pushing the younger one onto the sheets, sitting on his hips and looking at him. Sam blushes. “De.”

Dean smiles. “Yeah, Sammy. Right here.” He starts kissing the sensitive spot behind Sams ear, going down over his neck to his shoulder, sucking here and there, making the brown haired boy squirm under him, making the older one chuckle softly. “So beautiful, see Sammy? This soft brown skin, stretching over your flesh and bones.” He lets his fingertips play over the delicate skin. Sam turns his head away, giving Dean more space and moaning his name quietly “De.”

Dean continues praising the art of his brothers body, taking the left bundle of nerves on his chest into his mouth and sucks on it, taking in Sams arching back as a response and switching to the other nerve bundle. “God Sammy, you’re going to be the death of me, look at you. Beautiful the way you arch your back, such a good boy.” Dean closes his eyes and trails his tongue down Sams stomach, dipping it into his belly button, changing Sams reaction from a moaning young man, far too adult-ish for his age, into a giggling little boy, blushing furiously. Dean can’t held a smile back: “Ticklish Sammy, eh?” He starts giggling as well and digs his fingers into his younger brothers hips. Sam shrieks and starts laughing, Dean leans down to steal some kisses from the lips that let out this laugh of an angel. “So beautiful, Sammy. This is the sound I want to hear for the rest of my life.” Sam tries to move away from the tickling sensations while pleading: “De!”

“Okay, okay, Sammy.” Dean stops and moves his fingers under Sams pants. “May I?” Sam nods, while Dean removes the last part of clothing covering his baby brothers body. “Doing so good, so so good. I am going to make you feel great, yeah Sammy?” Again a nod, beside heavy breathing. Dean loves the feeling of being the one who can make Sam speechless, not their dad, not the girls from their school. Him. Dean Winchester. Dean leans down to take Sams cock into his mouth and gets immediately a response, young Sammy bucking his hips into his mouth, looking for some friction. Dean knows exactly what to do, they have been on this point a lot of times. He moaned around Sams sensitive head and hears a sob from Sam, “De!”

Dean moves his tongue from the shaft to the skin at the top and swirls it. No matter what he does, he’s never disappointed with Sams reactions, a sob, a shiver, his hips bucking. His little brother is the most beautiful human being on this planet, even in the whole universe. He touches gently Sams balls and tugs at them, making Sam come before he can give a warning. Seeing Sam come is a perfect sight, making Dean forget how to breathe. He strokes Sams sides to calm him down and moves beside him, getting rid of his own clothes to feel Sams skin on his own. “My little brother. You are so beautiful and I love you so much. My Sammy.” Sam smiles happily, showing his dimples. “I love you, De. My De.”

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First of all: Thank you for reading this,that means a lot to me!

Honestly like you can write the human zoo as a place with no pain so the Diamonds think the humans would be happy or whatever the fuck but how about this

Stories of Earth being past down through the generations, if course not being perfect due to do many years and retellings, and inspiring the youth to try and explore outside of the zoo. Some of them have given up hope and just accept this is the only world they’ll ever know, nothing outside of the walls and sky. They get used to that idea and the lives they love. They’re not happy but, they’re fine.

Some of them still believe the old tales of Earth and often dream of going beyond the walls and sky they’ve known all their lives. Some of thrm depressed and bored of the same old cycle of actions every day, no choice to do anything else. They start making their own stories inspired by Earth and inspire their kids to do so.

They still have their JX91 whatever names but they have their own names given by their parents. Names are a bit different to Earth due to them having their own sort of culture. So the gems all refer to them with numbers and letters but they call each other “Grat” or “Soonven” (I imagine it’s been so many years that they have really different names)

Then Greg arrives (and they can actually pronouce his name) and they ask him where he came from and they ask him endless questions about Earth. All the humans are so excited, some of them don’t believe him at first though. Then Steven arrives and they start to believe it! And after Greg and Steven find a way out, they know they have a way out. They can leave. They can find Earth.

They try and revolt out of the zoo using every method they can, and then… Who knows.

Maybe the famethyst want to go to Earth and see their little sister, so they help them and everyone joins the CG on Earth. Maybe that starts a new war. Maybe they inspire gems on homeworld to fight their dictators.


OR MAYBE WE GET SOME MORE FILLER EPISODES WHO FUKIN KNOWS

You forgot something. (StilesxReader)

A/N: This is my first one-shot of Stiles, and I’m excited! Thank you so much to Eli aka  @credxncebarebone who’s always there to help me with my writing, ily

warnings: none

prompt: For the last day of lacrosse week! this goes to @sarcasticallystilinski   and @rememberstilinski I hope you guys like it

Originally posted by stilesstilinski37

Stiles is too hot to be true.

It’s not like I think he’s a perfect human, I’m aware of his awkwardness, and how clumsy can be, but damn, this boy is killing me.

We’ve been friends since forever, and believe it or not I didn’t use to have a crush on him, this happened a few months ago before he broke up with Malia.

“So, you two are a thing now?” I asked, sitting next to him while he stared at the werecoyote, a small smile on his lips.

“I guess… I mean, I never asked but she seems to be ok with us… being a thing, ya know?” He shrugged “It’s weird”

“You’re weird” I smirked “and lucky. She cares about you a lot”

I patted him on the shoulder, he whimpered at my touch and I remembered that he had an injured on his shoulder, he refused to tell me how did he injure, and I was growing worried by the minute.

“Stiles, you need to tell me what happened to your shoulder”

“It’s nothing, ok?” he mumbled, grabbing my hand and giving me a sad smile.

A week passed and he didn’t look better at all, it was driving me insane and I didn’t know what to do.

Scott and Stiles argued, something about killing Donovan, and I couldn’t believe when he admitted all, he said that everything was true.

“Scott, say you believe me” Stiles looked broken, so empty that I knew he felt like shit and he wanted to be forgiven.

But there was nothing to forgive.

Scott didn’t say a word, he went back inside and left me and Stiles, or at least what was left of him.

He turned around avoiding my gaze, and I couldn’t stand it anymore, it was too much.

“I believe you, Stiles” Although it came out as a whisper, it was loud enough for him to hear it.

“Why?” He choked, I didn’t realize he was crying until he turned once more, his eyes red and tired.

“Because you’re my best friend, and I know you” I walked closer, standing right in front of him and looking into his hazel eyes, a strange feeling building in the pit of my stomach.

“I’ve killed people, y/n” The rain was so strong that he almost screamed the last part “I might be human, but I’m not better than the beast”

“How can you say that?” I was on the verge of tears, scared of what he could do if I leave him alone “Stiles, you’re not evil nor a killer, you’re my best friend”

“You deserve better friends” he tried to turn his back on me, I grabbed his arm and walk even closer than I was before, only inches apart from his face.

“I have exactly what I deserve” I mumbled, brushing my nose against his, my heart beating so fast that I’d have sworn Scott heard it “which is a kind, funny, supportive best friend like you, who needs my help more than anything right now, so I’m not going anywhere”

“I think you should, I’m not good enough for you or Malia”

Then I remembered- Malia and Stiles were a thing, they loved each other and I was trying to get in the way, even if it was unintentional, what kind of friend was I?

I stepped back, embarrassed for whatever I was doing and feeling like the worst person in the world.

“Well, you’re wrong” I grumbled, trying to control my heartbeat “and there’s nothing you can say to change that, so shut up and take me home”

I quickly walk to his jeep and climbed into the passenger’s seat, waiting for him nervously.

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The criticism that bugs me the most towards Zack Snyder’s Superman is that he doesn’t smile or that he spends too much time being sad. Recently in another post I talked a bit about how I interpreted this version of Superman to be a metaphor for depression so I’ll expand a bit of my thoughts on it here - but not by focusing solely on depression but rather on what it means to be human.

To get to the point, I think it’s disgusting when people make the complaint that Superman shouldn’t be sad and that he spends too much time doubting himself since he’s capable of so much more, because in a way the reactions by these critics mirror the way humanity shuns Superman in the DCEU for not being able to do everything expected of him, the way humanity in the real world disapproves of and/or alienates those struggling with depression or any mental illness in general, and the way the media attacks Zack Snyder as a person for simply making films that are different from their own tastes. It’s natural and justified for Superman to be in emotional distress, and in my opinion it would be insultingly unrealistic for him not to be.

It’s like telling someone struggling with trauma and depression “why can’t you just be happy?” or “just get over it! smile!” despite them going through or having gone through hell, despite them living in a world that prefers ignorance towards issues that need to be addressed, and despite them constantly being attacked by those who make them feel as if they’re a failure or a burden to the people around them.

Humanity in the DCEU views Superman as a devil and a god, as an enemy and a savior, and he knows that every decision he makes, even merely existing, will anger a lot of people. Humanity in real life idealizes Superman as a perfect hero who always finds the optimal solution to every problem, who smiles all the time, who isn’t allowed to show vulnerability or weakness. Zack Snyder utilizes these expectations to reveal that not even Superman is perfect, and in doing so he sheds light on the beauty of vulnerability and why it’s okay to surrender yourself to your emotions when it all becomes too overwhelming. That’s how you humanize a character like Superman.

“You look at Superman, and you wonder, what can he possibly have to worry about? What could possibly ever hurt him? But just because his skin is invulnerable, that doesn’t mean his heart is. And that’s how you hurt Superman. You break his heart.”

DC stories are mainly about finding the humanity within god-like beings. Wonder Woman, for example, beautifully portrays optimism and joy in a superhero film that explores the character’s humanity in its own grounded and special way, and many people are calling the film a breath of fresh air yet many are unable to do so without attacking the “dark and brooding” character of Man of Steel and Dawn of Justice’s Superman, because that character reminds them too much of the issues they’d prefer to stay silent on.

Dating Namjoon would Include:

Originally posted by namseok

.. OH NO NOT MY BIAS.

.. my God, if perfection was a human he would be Kim Namjoon.

.. Clumsy perfection.

.. Now that phrase brings a lot of bitter memories.

.. like the time he spilled hot water down your dress when he was attempting a seductive lip bite, pushing his hair back.

.. at some point you just stopped questioning how he can be so jinxed and just accepted it

.. Because if you get mad everytime he crushes you in bed this relationship would have ended in a couple of weeks.

.. sure you love him and all, but dating him is like a death hazard waiting to happen.

.. I am not being cruel, he is my bias afterall but remember when he almost burned suga turning on the stove? And when he broke his glasses just by touching them? I speak based on facts.

.. another facts is that his voice is sexy as hell fight me to eternity on this.

.. I mean young forever always makes me have doubts over the reason I am still breathing.

.. just imagine that voice, but deeper, waking you up in the morning, his fingers dancing on your bare skin, his hot breath tickling your neck, this is so unfair.

.. Lord give me strength to keep writing this.

.. all jokes aside, when he pushes you against the wall and bites your neck to mark his property at the least expected places it gives you a thrill no one can compete with.

.. and he knows that damn well that’s why he flashes you that evil grin.

.. you get to hear him rap all day and that by itself is a blessing

.. like you are laying on the bed, nothing much going on and he is working on this heated verse so you just get up and sit on his lap until he is done, this is his favourite thing ever.

.. and just because he doesn’t pick up his phone when he is at the studio doesn’t mean he isn’t thinking about you because he keeps getting distracted by your face waiting for him at home.

.. “Baby girl, my lips are swollen from all the rapping…”

.. sure he can be a sexy god when he wants but if he just wasn’t feeling it, you’re into bear hugs, heart melting cuddles, and lots and lots of general cuteness.

.. it’s all unintentional but it really shocks you like how can this man filled with sexual desire and inability to walk in straight line be so adorable.

.. and don’t get me started on those deep conversations. Like you are cooking dinner or just laying in bed and you two fall even deeper in love talking about hidden meanings in life.

.. on camera he is this strong, in control man but in reality, those deep thoughts, when said out loud, prove that he is just another human with insecurities.

.. and he loves you beyond description because you make him a stronger more confident man.

.. so he puts together a mixtape he spent all his blood sweat and tears on just for you.

.. you are his spoiled baby, it’ll reach a point you can tell gucci from YSL just by glancing at the shopping bag.

.. let me just put this out, he is really jealous. There is no way around this, no other man is supposed to come anywhere near you and if anyone dared to cross the boundaries, hell shall open up.

.. one day he will call you asking for help because he doesn’t know what to wear and you two are facetiming, picking outfits together.

.. “I’ll put a ring around that finger, just you wait”

.. you’re dates are always varying, somedays he is taking you out on the fanciest date in Paris, the others he is laying on the couch at the dorm, with your head over his chest, eating an entire bucket of chicken.

.. Kim Namjoon’s entire existence is 19+ i mean if he is staring at you from across the room, his eyes darkened with lust you’re up for a long long night.

.. but he isn’t all about that. You are his spacial one. He may have trouble showing it as the other members but you mean the entire world to him.

.. The Rap Monster, is a true, fine gentleman who only has eyes for his princess.

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despite being on stage countless times before, they still get nervous