how does someone like him exist

All Too Well (M) | Pt. 1

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Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 6,061
Author’s Note: I always wanted to try my hand on a Yoongi chapter story, and then I saw this prompt on tumblr and decided to go with it. I also want to note up ahead that I’m not super familiar with how the recruiting process for Kpop groups go and my knowledge only extends to really quick skims of articles just to get the basis. Regardless, I hope I can get to more parts, so let me know what you think.

also idk if this should be considered a prologue or a part 1 but oh well im just leaving it as part 1

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You suppose that it all starts and ends with a letter.

Dear Mr. Min Yoongi,” Your boyfriend reads across the kitchen counter, fingers curling tightly around the paper in his hands, eyes blown wide with a gaze depicting such rare intensity that you’ve actually stopped fixing your morning coffee just to catch a sight of his expression. You can’t entirely place the feeling weighing itself into your stomach, so you settle with staring at him and trying to keep your own facial features as neutral as possible. “We are pleased to inform you that you have passed the final audition at our label and therefore are officially recruited into our newest group Bangtan Boys. You are going to be one of seven other boys joining our label as trainees and we are excited to finally bring everyone together to prepare for debut. Although training won’t officially start until next week, we ask that you come to the studio tomorrow morning to meet the other members as well as be prepped on our expectations and scheduling. We wish to congratulate you on your hard work and look forward to getting to know you more in the coming years. Sincerely, Big Hit Studios.”

When Yoongi doesn’t react immediately to the positive news, you flicker your gaze up to study him. His eyes, once again, are scanning the paper, quicker and quicker with each line as if he didn’t read it or hear it correctly the first time around. His eyes have grown to the size of saucers at this point, and you would have thought him to be a statue had it not been for the rather loud inhales and exhales coming from the boy. The sight itself would have been rather comical had it not been for the context behind the stare.

So you try for a gentle smile, leaning a little on the counter to try and further gauge his expression. “Yoongi?” You inquire softly, reaching a hand across the space to run your hand along his shoulder blade. “Baby, are you alright?”

Yoongi blinks, snapping himself out of his trance as he shifts his gaze from the letter to you, back to the letter, and back to you. “I did it?” He whispers, the statement sounding more like a question above anything else and you find your lips curling up into a fond smile in light of Yoongi’s confusion—even though he was the one to read the letter multiple times, running over the words in his own mind repeatedly.

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Cinnamon Roll

Pairings: Bucky x F!Reader, Stony

Request:

Hi! First of all, I’m in love with your chatrooms. Thank you for them. They are brilliant!! Can you do a chatroom where BuckyxElemental!Reader hate eachother, Bucky acts harsh on her, but with the help of the Avengers they realize they actually love eachother and care for eachother so much? And I’d love to see StevexTony moments!!❤️(Stony is cute haha) And and and fun time with Thor and Loki :) Also I’d be so happy if you’ll add Matt Murdock too :) I’m so sorry I asked to much but that’s all 🙈    (a/n: <3 you are so sweet, thank you, no problem!)

A/N: the chat title menu grows, now serving cinnamon rolls.


Thor has created a chatroom.

Thor has added Loki, Natasha, Clint, Bruce. 

Thor:  END THIS!

Bruce: End what?

Thor: This awkwardness… it is almost tangible.

Bruce: What?

Natasha: Bucky and Y/N have been glaring at each other for 2 hours straight and we’re still 3 hours away from the compound.

Thor: I cannot withstand this anymore!

Bruce: Ohhh, that. Sorry I was watching cat videos. Didn’t notice.

Loki: May I suggest throwing Barnes out the jet and watch on as he plummets to his demise? That would surely end the tension.

Thor: Brother, you can’t just use murder to solve all your problems!

Loki: It’s worked in the past!

Natasha: Bucky is at fault and I’m starting to like Loki’s plan…

Loki: See, Thor! Natasha agrees! Lure him to the door and I’ll push him out.

Thor: We are not murdering Sir Barnes despite his dishonorable words towards Lady Y/N.

Clint: Why did Loki even come on the mission?

Natasha: We need to do something. They’re always fighting and I can’t take it anymore.

Bruce: Why don’t we get Bucky to apologize?

Loki: Why don’t we THREATEN HIM WITH VIOLENCE to apologize?

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anonymous asked:

what are your sexuality headcanons for the paladins?

Ehhhhhh, hmmmm, let’s see… I mean, I support all kinds of ships in the fandom that probably break my headcanons, so this in no way implies that I disagree with other ships. These are just my, personal, headcanons for sexuality and… other things. Because I went overboard, as usual -  

Lance - Bisexual (obv). Biromantic. I think he probably has some issues expressing his attraction to men, however. Not because he’s unaware of it, but because he has a “Han Solo” type image he wants to portray to those he wants to impress and so it’s easier to stick to only flirting with ladies. That is, until he’s confident and comfortable enough to express how he really feels to his new “family.” Lance is, in my opinion, a very, very secretive person that uses his typical attitude as a sort of smoke and mirrors idea to convince those he meets otherwise. Because insecurity. Also, I think Lance kind of shifts between being quite masculine and quite feminine when he feels comfortable in doing so. I don’t think he suffers from gender dysphoria, but I don’t think he allows his gender to dictate how he presents himself (again, once he feels comfortable enough with the people around him. Dat insecurity and desire to impress be gettin’ in the way). For example, back home with his family and in his neighborhood and where he’s most at ease, he’s more than happy to wear makeup. Or, say, during Cuban festivals like the Havana Carnival, you know damn well he’s wearing one of those more revealing getups with the fancy headdresses and all the beaded decorations and flashy sleeves and feathers, etc, etc. YOU CANNOT TAKE THIS HEADCANON AWAY FROM ME! GIVE ME HAVANA CARNIVAL LANCE! NOW! 

Keith - Gay. Super gay. As gay as they come. SO gay. Homoromantic. I also headcanon Keith as being somewhat hyper-romantic, meaning that he really, really desires a romantic relationship (far more so than anything sexual). Like, he’s the type that forms feelings hard and fast and without mercy, and so he tries really, really hard not to give in, but it never works. He’s more apt to keep such things bottled up tight than ever express them, however–too afraid of rejection. 

Pidge - Asexual. Aromantic. Pidge is far more interested in platonic bonds and values her family/friends more than anything. Which is why it’s so important that she find her family. I’d imagine she has a hard time making friends as well, so what strong bonds she does have are very, very important to her support system. She has anti-social tendencies, but is very dependent on the people she does love to be there and love her in return. I also imagine she suffers from gender dysphoria, and that–though it’s something that doesn’t really affect her position as part of Voltron any–it wears on her a bit. It’s clear from the space mall episode, when she couldn’t decide which bathroom to go in, that how she’s presenting herself–at least in public–is stressing her a bit. I think she’s comfortable enough with Team Voltron not to worry about it, but something inside her is uncertain. Whether this leads to her making a transition or identifying as gender fluid isn’t something I’ve decided yet, however.   

Hunk - Panromantic and asexual. I dunno why I love the idea of asexual Hunk so much–maybe because it’s interesting to headcanon both him and Pidge that way due to how different they are. I like the idea of romantically distant Pidge, who still needs all her platonic relationships, while Hunk loves romance and wants it and all the frills that come along with it. But he’s also patient and doesn’t really go looking for it? Like, he knows it’ll come someday and he’s just waiting for that perfect person(s). Until then, he’s more than happy to give cuddles and love to his friends. I also think Hunk would do very well with polyamorous relationships and would be more than willing to be in one/want one. And though he has no active interest in sex himself, he’d be more than happy to participate if it made his partner happy. He’s not sex-repulsed (as Pidge probably is), he just doesn’t care one way or another.   

Shiro - Demisexual and demiromantic. Shiro partially takes a while to warm up to people because of the trauma he’s been through, but also because he’s always been very focused elsewhere and so he’s never thinking about romance or sex at the forefront. When it does hit him, though, it’s deep and burning and certain. He’s the kind of person that loves someone his whole life, even if they don’t love him in return, and so even though he may not end up with that person, a flame for them will always exist inside him, even if it is subdued. That’s just how deeply he feels things–it leaves that much of an impact on him. But, like I said, it does take a special kind of person and a lot of time to get him to that point. 

Allura - Gray-sexual and demiromantic. Allura has a lot more important things to worry about than sex and relationships. I also kind of headcanon that sex wasn’t a huge part of Altean culture anyway. Allura feels sexual attraction sometimes, but it’s not hard for her to control, nor is it distracting. That doesn’t mean she can’t be a sexual person, just that it’s not something that’s overpowering unless she lets it overpower her at her own volition. I would also imagine that she takes a while to romantically warm up to people, even if she’s platonically very friendly. If she’s going to enter into a romantic relationship, it needs to be with someone she’s partners with–both romantically and otherwise. Someone she can work with, but who can also manage themselves and offer things productive to the relationship. Allura would need–I think above anything–an efficient relationship. Which is why this determination would have to be solidified before romance was introduced or even considered. 

Coran - I… don’t know, lol. I usually headcanon Coran as being very dedicated to the royal family and so his personal life wasn’t something he considered important. Which I guess would make him a kind of asexual and aromantic. But I also imagine that Alteans are very good at compartmentalizing, so even if he was attracted to someone/in love, he wouldn’t allow it to get in the way of his duties. Therefore, I consider Coran’s personal life to, well, be none of my business, hahahaha!

“Isn’t in kind of unrealistic, statistically, that all the Voltron members be part of the LGBTQ+ community?”

No. If it weren’t for the gender and sexual stereotypes that permeate human society, I theorize that diversity among such things would be far more wide-spread. Not only that, but each lion represents a different type of person and I think it’s perfectly reasonable, therefore, that each paladin show variances all over the spectrum, not just in their personalities. They are five pieces that come together to make a whole, so like they represent different races and personality types, other things about them should show differences as well. Which means that, yes, I do get slightly annoyed at the lack of female representation on the team. What little representation women have isn’t enough, and Hunk or Shiro would have made really good female characters without it altering the story one bit. 

ANYWAY! Hope that sums it up :D

Originally posted by keith-the-galra

im fucking screaming if i see another post that says that jughead jones is gay and ace (which is an actual thing that people are) when he canonically has no sexual or romantic interest in anyone im going to punch someone. like!!!! gay ace people do exist!!!!!! but!!!!!!!! that does not change the fact that jughead!!!!!!!!!!! doesnt show romantic interest in anyone!!!!!!!!!!!!! and its funny!!!! how people only seem to acknowledge the existence of gay ace people!!!!!!!!!! when they want to ship that person with someone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when its disrespecting a canon aroace characters sexuality!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! jughead jones is the most high profile aroace character in existence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! stop taking that away from us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! just because his asexuality is the only part of his identity that has been directly stated in comics does not mean that you get to push romantic attraction on him when he has canonically said that he doesnt get crushes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that he doesnt want to do the romance thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that he doesnt get romance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fucking stop erasing his sexuality just to further your shipping!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not An Athlete (1/?) *Lance Tucker x Reader*

Originally posted by dailyevanstan

Summary: You’re forced by your Athlete parents into taking a summer job, which becomes your full-time job as you balance university. Only the asshole you work for and help, realises how much you do for him. He don’t like that, he don’t like you. Welcome to the world of Athletes, Lance Tucker is your tour guide. (I suck at summaries.)


Warnings: Explicit content, later on. Swearing, body shaming/ degrading language from Tucker. Asshole Tucker (I’m talking straight up rude.)
Note: thank you to @juliagolia87 for proof reading the first draft.

Part Two


One Year Ago:

“Do I have to?” You asked with a small edge of a whine at the end, your parents both looking a little less than pleased with your reaction to the news. “Why can’t we all just admit that I’ll never be good at sports or an athlete, and move on?” You asked.

Your parents are Athlete’s, Olympic athletes to be exact. Whilst that is great, they wanted to continue that amazing legacy with you!

Your mother is a famous gymnast, winning silvers and medals a like. Despite never winning a gold, she’s a national treasure, she won over the hearts of millions in her prime. She still is very well known, often called up to coach young, aspiring gymnasts. She even wrote a book about her life, including baby photo’s of you - embarrassing to say the least. Then there’s your dad, Olympic ice figure skater. Winning bronze in singles but in pairs with his partner? They got many golds and silvers. National icon, he’s a judge for figure skating at the Olympics now after retiring once you were born, leaving with one finale gold.

They met at some party, some swimmer invited a load of athlete’s. Apparently it was love at first sight, they’ve been together since then, becoming a sort of Olympic couple that people know and love. Here’s where things get… bad. They obviously wanted you to carry on their legacy, only no matter what sport you were thrown into… you never picked it up. You are Bambi on ice, you can’t bend that way and you hate swimming, with a passion! That didn’t stop them, you had to endure so much fucking sports as a child. It wasn’t until you were sixteen that they officially stopped.

Now out of school at eighteen, fresh and ready for the world they unload more sports shit on you. You can hardly believe them, you excelled in art and English, also music but they were still force feeding you sports stuff. They wanted you to take a job during the summer, involving working as some athlete’s personal assistant; he’s on his way to winning loads of golds, needs all the help he can get.

“We just want you doing something!” Your father exhaled, “you’ll earn money, it will good on CV’s plus university applications. Who knows, you may enjoy this side of sports!” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, he’s always the voice of reason.

Your mother wrapped an arm around your shoulders, smiling at you. “Sweetie, it’s just for the summer.”

They hooked you in. They knew you needed the money, since only a few weeks ago you had the whole; “I’m eighteen and independent, I don’t want your money!” Now here you are, needing money and they do gracefully offered this opportunity for you. It’s like they knew you were going to have the whole independency speech, they were waiting for it.

You gave a gentle sigh of submission, your father grinning as your mother hugged you. “Just the summer.”

If only it was just for the summer. The few months job turned into… well, now. You had been hooked into working there for a year, whilst studying online at university.

NOW

The job was actually easy, it still is. You are nicknamed “water girl” in the golf, basketball and tennis community, in gymnastics it was given a fancier name; personal assistant. Full intents and purposes, you got towels, food and water plus any other requests the athletes need. Pretty darn simple, especially for you.

Cindi, Lance Tuckers, previous assistant had left strict guidelines and time schedules to follow. Saying that if done correctly everyday, he’d never even know you exist. She had been working for the athlete for around two years, he doesn’t know her name or what she even looks like, just knows that a bottle of Figi water is left on a bench at 6:45am to start his day. So, you did exactly how she wrote it. Lance none the wiser to your existence.

He may not know you exist but you know he does, hard not to when you sit on the bleachers of the gym, writing on a laptop (for university) and watching practice on a pommel horse. You know of the infamous Lance “The Fucker” Tucker, he’s won silver and gold alike. He’s talent, handsome and also an asshole. The way he walks around, sleazy and just disgusting but… he’s good at what he does so, no one bats an eyelash- well except those young gymnasts.

“No, Brooke you don’t understand you have to follow these steps exactly how they are,” you insist to your friend, who also tends to a gymnast. “I’ve gone a year without socialising with the guy, he doesn’t know where the water comes from. It just shows up. I need it to remain that way whilst I get my degree!”

Brooke rolls her eyes, “I have my own gymnast to take of,” you puppy eyes her and she cracks. “Fine. I’ll see what I can do, I’ll try and do it exactly how Zeus wants.”

“Thank you, thank you.” You kiss her cheek and she just laughs.

“Just ace the fucking test, okay?” You nodded.

“Do you need me to run over the schedule again?” You asked, she nodded once despite having it written down in her own locker. “Okay, 6:45am, you’ll place a bottle of Figi water on the bench beside the Rings, along with 5hr protein. Then at 9:05am another bottle of water, Avion will be placed at the pommel horse, essential includes a towel also. At 12pm his lunch, it arrives but you have to check for anything he doesn’t like; mayonnaise, pickles and any red meat. Rectify in kitchen, I’ve left chicken in case they put beef- they’re idiots for fucking it up sometimes.” Brooke has raised eyebrows, “a smoothie to go along with it plus, protein shake and bottle of water. Sometimes his coach will make requests, he never does. Whenever the water bottle gets half empty, grab another one. At 4pm bottle water, chapstick and towel.”

“Chapstick?”

“He likes his lips moisturised? I don’t know, it’s requirement I’ve been filling since Cindi,” you shrugged never really delving into Lance Tuckers chapstick situation.

Brooke chuckled, “do you go home with him or something? How does he survive with you?”

“No,” you rolled your eyes, “I get it, he has to focus on routines and training. It’s easier to have someone collect water plus other things for you.” Brooke huffed but nodded.

“You just do a lot for a guy who doesn’t know you exist,” she shrugged, “Rachel, at least knows my name and speaks to me herself.”

Brooke, was fortunate enough to have a nice, sweet girl as her athlete. “Yeah but it’s Tucker, I don’t expect anything less than what I get now which is… nothing.” She nodded in agreement, “plus you were blessed with a newbie, she has years till she develops a god complex.”

Next Day


Lance Tucker P.O.V

Lance walked into the gym at exactly 6:40am, his fingers typing quick texts to a few of his ‘friends’ before he settled the phone on vibrate and placed it in the side pocket of his gym bag. Walking into the men’s lockers, placing his bag in the same locker he had been for years now, obviously the locker number 1.

He walked into the actual gym and headed straight for the rings, as always. His routine never changed when training, unless he really needed to work on something but he never had to do that, he’s been at the peak of his game for months. Lance did some basic stretches, warming himself up before starting, not even thinking twice at the fact he’s here, yet again, before his coach. Not that he ever thought he needed one.

Dismounting from the rings he walked over to the bench, as his coach was walking in with the other male gymnasts. He reached for the Figi water taking long sips, smirking as usual. He blindly reached for the 5hr protein but his hand came up empty, frowning he looked at the bench beside him and saw nothing, odd. He always had water and 5hr protein waiting for him. Not wanting to cause a scene over a 5hr protein… well, he’d love to but he can train without it.

The whole morning had been a mess. Who messes up Avion water with Everest? There’s a big difference for starters, it was like someone was sabotaging his training, his blue narrowed eyes searched the gym for the culprit. He had an inkling it was Darmon, he always was jealous of Lance, he had every right to be considering he was just a bronze winner. He was on edge as he crossed his arms, stood on the sidelines as another gymnast worked on the pommel horse.

“Tucker, get some lunch.” His coach yelled from the mats, he nodded once and zipped up his Team USA track jacket, leaving the gym to the small cafeteria there.

He grabbed the bag with his name labelled on it, the writing looked a little off but he didn’t pay no mind to how the ‘T’ looked uniquely like an ‘F’. Walking and sitting down with two other gymnasts, Blake and Rachel, he set upon answering the neglected messages on his phone. His left hand blindly going into the bag for his sandwich, bringing it up to his mouth and chewing slowly, thoughtfully as he typed a reply.

He frowned at the taste of the sandwich. He placed his phone down, chewing as he removed the top, blue eyes glancing over the contents of his adored lunch. Mayonnaise? And is that… beef?

“You alright there, Tucker?” Rachel, the redhead, new gymnast asked as she dug into her salad. Noting his furrowed eyebrows and face of disgust.

Lance didn’t answer back straight away. His mind drifting back to his earlier thoughts; someone is trying to sabotage me, Lance thought. His eyes glared up, darting across the hall which was now housing the few Team USA training here today.

“I think, someone is trying to sabotage me.” He abides to Rachel, and Blake who hears and barks a laugh, earning a glare. “What’s so funny, Smith?”

It takes a while for the bulkier man with blonde hair to reply, “you’re so obtuse it actually hurts.” Is the only reply he gets, “why would someone want to sabotage you?”

“Why wouldn’t they?” Lance shrugs leaning back against his chair, crossing his arms and pushing the lunch away. “I’m a gold medalist,” that earns an eye roll from Blake, ignored by Tucker. “Probably, wanted to fuck up my training throw me off but they’re messing with the wrong guy,” running a hand through his thick, brown hair.

Rachel giggles to herself, earning a glare and an eyebrow raise from Lance. “For a fantastic gymnast, you really are an idiot.” She states standing up and skipping back off to the gym.

“Have you tried talking to your personal assistant?” Blake asked grabbing Lance’ lunch and biting into it, Lance frowned. “Right, forgot. You only care about yourself and take no notice of people,” Lance rolled his eyes. “They arrange our lunch plus other requirements, talk to yours.”

Lance still frowning but nods, standing up and patting Smith on the shoulder as he leaves to find out exactly who his assistant is. Which was harder than expected, he had to look out for someone he didn’t even knew existed, he was sure as hell that his coach left the water around. Frowning as he worked on the pommel horse, he was good enough that his eyes could quickly dart across the room and not fuck up.

That’s when he noticed her. A normal girl, usually she’s beside Rachel, he only knows that because Rachel insists on actually annoying him. She places a water and towel down near him, does he and Rachel have the same assistant? He dismounts and stalks over to her.

“You! Girl?” He snapped abruptly gaining the attention of her blonde, she raises her eyebrows and nods. “Are you trying to fucking kill me or something?”

“I’m not sure how to answer that,” she crosses her arms nervously.

Lance scoffed. “I can get you fired like that,” he snaps his fingers in her face, “everyday has been great and now suddenly you’re slacking? What the fuck, on your period or something?”

“Uh-no,” she frowns. “I’m not usually working for you, I’m filling in for Y/N, I work over with Rachel. Y/N is the person who takes care of you, I’m not familiar with your schedule.” She watches at the gears turn in Lance’s head.

“Well, where is this Y/N?” He fumed slightly, “I don’t need taking care of, I can do just fine without her. Leave go back to Rachel!” He snapped and turns around, stalking as he grabbed his shades from his shirt and pulled them on.

As if he needed help. He can win golds without a babysitter, he can win golds without a coach too. He doesn’t need some girl placing water on a bench for his day or training, for that matter, to go smoothly.

“I’m going home,” he snapped to his coach who just sighed and nodded. “If Y/N, whatever her fucking stupid name is, shows up; tell her she’s fucking fired.”

(IM STILL EDITING(excuse any mistakes)Hope the first chapter is good, took a while for me to set it up and get the ball rolling. Actually super excited for this series. Let me know if you wanna be tagged by either dropping a comment below or sending an ask(permanent tag list also- get tagged in everything I upload or just this)- Rosalee)


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Monsta X Wonho| Boyfriend AU

omg did you see the pictures of the Wonslut in Dallas?  Literally that was all it took for me to get the inspiration to write this, like goddamn I’m not even into buff guys (I prefer them tall and a little lanky tbh), but like nooooooooooo he just needs to chill ok?

NSFW!

Hoseok:

  • Such a soft and loving boyfriend tbh.
  • I feel like Hoseok is very best friend boyfriendy if you know what I’m saying?
  •  like not only is he your boyfriend, but he’s also your best friend.
  • He’s such a gym hunk, he loves working out, and loves it even more when you come to the gym with him.
  • Let’s be real, the gym freaking sucks, some people just look amazing while working out, like their sweat just illuminates the whole experience *cough cough* Hoseok, but for you, a normal human being, it can be torture.
  • Hoseok always asks for you to accompany him to the gym and the only reason he actually manages to convince you to come with him sometimes is because he pulls some aegyo on you, and literally how low can he go?  How dirty can he play? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) very low very dirty
  • , but most of the time you go to the gym with him and don’t even work out, you just sit in the corner on your phone, watching your boyfriend when he does the bench press, occasionally being his motivator.
  • It makes Hoseok feel manly when you watch him work out.  He even goes so far as to push himself a little harder when you’re around.
  • Gets such a kick out of showing you his muscles.
  • “Which way’s the beach?  This way.” *Flexes biceps*
  • Sometimes when Hoseok does push ups in the living room you koala his back, and he doesn’t even seem affected by your extra weight on him!
  • Hoseok’s face is so red and puffy in the morning when he wakes up you can’t help but lean over and kiss his face all over.  When you do this he pulls you close into a bear hug and rolls over so that he’s on top of you.
  • He’ll put all of his weight on you just to be annoying or until you push him off, then you guys snooze through your alarm together.
  • He constantly seems amazed that when you wake up in the morning you look just as good as you do when you fall asleep, like how does someone so beautiful exist?  How is he the lucky man that gets to see their shining face in the morning?  To be their boyfriend?
  • LOVES taking baths with you.  He’s already a bathtime enthusiast, always coming home with bags of new bath bombs, oils, and epsom salts, why wouldn’t he want his favorite person there with him?
  • He’s not even looking for sex bathtime is just his relaxation time, and with you in there with him… all up against each other… naked… ok it may be about sex just a little bit.
  • Whenever you hang out with friends together Hoseok always has you sitting on his lap.  He practically cages you in with his arms.
  • Very protective of you, but not overly jealous, he trusts you with all his heart but not so much other men.  He might be the kind to linger around you if you go to a club or something together but it’s not that bad.
  • Like when he noticed you becoming closer friends to Minhyuk, and that his friend had started to playfully put arms around your shoulders and punch you in the arm he jumped in.  
  •   he was actually really mature about it, like he sat you down and told you that though he trusted you with all his soul, it just made him a little uneasy seeing you act so close to Minhyuk.
  • He did the same with Minhyuk, but it went a little more like this:
  •   “Mini, you know Y/N’s mine.  Stop being all touchy touchy.”
  •   “Hyung, I literally just called her dudebro and pushed her for saying the word litimous.”
  •   “Either way I respect your friendship but keep boundaries.”
  •   “Hoseok Hyung she’s literally trying to hook me up with one of her friends tonight.”
  •   “Like I said.”
  • Lots of hugs afterwards by both parties.
  • I swear though if another man went so far as to try and touch your butt or something he would roar.
  • Learn from your mistakes, NEVER EVER WATCH BAMBI WITH THIS BOY.
  • ,  poor angel cried so hard, you had to pause the movie he was sobbing so much.  His face got all red and swollen, and he wrapped himself around you in the fetal position.  He wheezed and shook for what seemed to be like an hour, and all you could do was sit there and try your best to comfort him.
  • , Somehow this never stops him from wanting to keep watching sad movies though, like the Lion King, he always wants to watch the Lion King baby boy.
  • If you bring this boy to the pool or beach, just prepare yourself to be thrown into the water, he WILL use his strength against you and drag you into the water.
  • Definitely the kind to want to draw in the sand or make a sand castle.
  • I don’t see Hoseok as someone who wants to get a pet right away, like he’s in a stable point in his life, he has a great amazing career and an even more fantastic home life with his girl.  HE’S FINANCIALLY STABLE.  But like still he doesn’t want to accept the responsibility of caring for another creature yet like omg what if he doesn’t have the time for both you and a puppy?  Like fish are enough work as is.  Also he doesn’t know if he could handle it when it dies like omg BAMBI!!! REMEMBER BAMBI?!?
  • Still definitely wants something in the future though, like a bunny or kitten
  • Very VERY good with his fingers, if you know what I mean
  • You could just be having a bad day or something, maybe you don’t even feel that we’ll, and you’re just laying on the couch wrapped in a blanket or something and he’ll just lay down with you, snuggle his face into your neck.
  • He’ll reach down innocently and unbutton your pants, Hoseok won’t bother trying to tease you when you’re like this, he’ll go right to pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling them all in the right places.
  • Even if you felt gross in the beginning, Hoseok’s fingers always seem to make you feel better, and he isn’t one to care if you were on your period or not.
  •  he’s almost always the one to start something, like he’ll just start rubbing your thighs in the middle of a movie or playfully whine until you pay attention to him.
  • Loves to bite your lip.
  • Loves it even more when you bite his.
  • Boobs >>>>> Butt, well he likes both, but your butt is kind just more playful to him lol.  Like you’ll be hanging out alone and he’ll pretend they’re bongos or something.
  • He’ll smile and giggle and get all laughy and stuff.
  • When he eats you out, GOD BLESS YOU LUCKY FOOL, he’ll reach up under your top and roughly grab at your breasts, pulling them out of your shirt.
  • Hoseok eats you out like your life depends on it, sucking hard and licking your thighs in between.  He starts pushing his fingers into you when he senses you’re close to orgasm.
  • To him it’s all about what leads up to sex that makes it so good, so he goes all out for foreplay.
  • When you go down on him, Hoseok bunches all your hair in his fist or pulls in back into a ponytail.  He’ll hold the sides of your face, your cheekbones, your jaw, guiding you down onto him.
  • He’s a little forceful tbh, like it’s not the most enjoyable if you’re not so into that kind of thing, but if he understands that you would be more willing to give him head if he was more gentle he’d compromise for you.
  • As for the main course… it’s usually fast not going to lie.
  • Hoseok goes hard on foreplay so by the time you are actually doing it you are both a little worn out and more sensitive.
  •   that’s not saying it still isn’t good!!!
  • Though Hoseok may not be so into marriage or anything, he definitely doesn’t want whatever you two have together to die.  He loves you and still wants to spend his life with you.
  • He’ll probably consider marriage more seriously if you want it really badly or if and when you get pregnant (not for a long ass time hopefully), he does know that he wants children, and he understands how difficult it can be to have a none conventional home situation, so in that case you two will already practically be married, so maybe why not just have it actually happen?
  • It all depends on circumstance though.

<><> do not edit/remove anything from the original post <><> this AU belongs to me <><>

Reverse Idol!AU — Wanna One Fic

part 2 part 3

i’ve always thought i was good at writing fluff, guess not oml

this was fun to write hahah; you are the same age as 2Park in this fic-

requested by anon!

genre: fluff i think im sorry omg

synopsis(?): where you’re a soloist and you’re on weekly idol with Wanna One and you’re known for your quiet and cold personality, but you slowly warm up to them


“Hey Y/N, I seem to have lost my number. Can I have yours?”

Woah, what’s this? A pick-up line? Why?

Flashback July 23rd

You debuted at age 19 as a soloist a week before Wanna One and came out with your new song “Who I Am.” News came out that you are emotionless and the complete opposite of a chatterbox, making it difficult for you to make friends.

As you were heading back to your dorm, your manager informs you, “Hey Y/N, you have a Weekly Idol filming with Wanna One on the 26th, be prepared to communicate with them. Remember, be friendly.

Ok, it wasn’t that you aren’t friendly, you just have trouble socializing, so you opted to keep the cold image you’ve created.

Back to July 26th, the day of the filming

As Doni and Coni chats about the guests they’ve invited, you look at the pretty faces of the members of Wanna One. During the introductions of each member, you find them aggravatingly adorable as they show off their own unique charms to the camera viewers. ‘Ah, so they are the ones who saved the year. They seem okay.’

When it was your turn to be introduced, you didn’t know how to act in front of a huge group of guys so you forced an awkward smile onto your face;

“And finally our resident Ice Queen, Y/N!” You didn’t know what charm to do, and you couldn’t act cute otherwise that’d just ruin your whole cold concept. You resorted to smiling shyly and waving at the camera, what you didn’t know was your smile was saved in every 11 members heart.

‘Wahh, she’s so cute/pretty.’

Waterpark CF

You watched with a fluttering heart as they all filmed their commercials, occasionally silently laughing at the way Doni introduces the members. ‘Can I swim in your heart? What, why are you doing this, i’m not ready??’ You feel bad for the way they were teasing Minhyun, but couldn’t help but to laugh along.

It was your turn, and you have no idea what to do. You did the breaststroke and ended it with “Can I swim into your heart?” and a failed wink. You felt so embarrassed and hid yourself behind your hands, the members of Wanna One smiling at the very adorable action.

Jeojang and Thigh Sweep Dance

Doni and Coni told you to stay out of this and to judge this segment with them, you don’t think you can handle this part. These boys are starting to, I guess you can say, swim into your heart.

You feel you heart fluttering and melting, you’re squealing so loudly in your head, you’re starting to have a headache.

OH MY GOD WOOJIN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING BOIIII, you’re ilLEGAL.’ same

‘ONG????????? SROP.’

Random Play Dance

You went first, dancing to your new song. You were so nervous to dance in front of these handsome, talented boys, that you fumbled and almost tripped over air. You’re a clumsy person, and that caught their eyes. They felt like they wanted to protect you. When you finished doing your random play dance, they subtly asked if you were okay and if you needed anything.

You feel someone tap you and you turn and see Jinyoung;

“Noona, are you okay?”

“Ah, yes. I’m fine, don’t worry about me (:”

Finally, it was their turn. They looked so cool dancing to their songs, you couldn’t help but to admire them. ‘Awwww, omg Daehwi is so cute. HE’S HOPPING AROUND LIKE A BUNNYY.’ You catch Seongwoo’s mistake but don’t point it out. When they danced to Energetic and Burn It Up, you couldn’t help but notice the slight hip thrusts ehem ehem me too.

You couldn’t help but to dance along yes you know their dances, being pushed to join them by Coni the boys happily made room for you to join. You had fun dancing with them and actually wouldn’t mind doing it again.

When they succeeded the random play dance and won their chicken, you were so happy. You couldn’t help but to join their group hug and celebrate with them. ‘Am I actually hugging these adorable humans right now? Is it my time of death already?? I can die happily now omg.’ 

Rewriting Profiles

Before the cameras rolled to start recording, the boys made sure you were comfortable first before settling down themselves. You sat down next to Daehwi. You had to bite your lips to refrain from smiling and inwardly cooed at how sweet they are towards you.

The whole time Jisung showed off his imitations, you were laughing and simultaneously slapping Daehwi on the shoulder. You have this habit of hitting someone when you laugh when you’re comfortable. When Seongwoo imitated the haegeum (a korean traditional instrument), you found yourself slapping Daehwi’s shoulders, again. poor daehwi

Written on your profile are the words, “I laugh at any and everything, pick-up lines, puns, and jokes are my weaknesses”

Coni and Doni decided to create a new corner where all you say are pick-up lines. ‘Ah, I’m doomed. I don’t think I can handle 11 angels using pick-up lines on me. How am I going to survive??’

sorry not sorry 

Daehwi; “Can I take your picture to prove to all my friends that angels do exist?”

Jinyoung; “You shouldn’t wear makeup! It’s messing with perfection!”

Jaehwan; “Are you religious? Because you’re the answer to all my prayers.” your religions minhyun

Sungwoon; “Do you work at Starbucks? Because I like you a latte.”

Jihoon; “If you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber.”

Guanlin; “I’m not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together.”

Woojin; “Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend material.”

Seongwoo; “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

Jisung; “Is your name Ariel? Because we Mermaid for each other!”

Minhyun; “I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?”

Daniel; “You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket?” yes please 

‘CAN FILMING END ALREADY MY HEART IS ABOUT TO BURST. FJSKDJASNK’ Your face was as dark as a red apple or maybe even darker. You felt like you were melting, you wanted to squeal so badly but composed yourself. You were stunned and tried to say a pick-up line back but all that passed through your lips were jumbled words. ‘Dear Weekly Idol writers, please edit this embarrassing part of me out.’

As if hearing your wish, they concluded the filming and you have never been so relieved. Once cameras were off, you ran towards the waiting room and hurriedly packed your things, wanting to get out of there to prevent further embarrassing yourself. You found it hard to leave the building as someone was holding onto your arms. Turning, you see Jihoon with the rest of Wanna One behind him;

“Minhyun hyung wasn’t joking when he said he wanted your number. Actually, all of us do.”

‘Ah, scratch my initial thought, they’re not okay. They’re the definition of perfect and illegal. How can someone like them exist?’ 

“Y-yeah! Okay.”


unedited as always! why does fluff seem so hard to write now? omg is this even fluff?

apparently i suck at fluff too, im cryinG-

but i hope you enjoy my failed attempt at fluff! ( ´▽` )ノ❤️

i love pick-up lines, puns, and jokes so i hAD to insert it oOPS.

My Opinion on Maven Calore

I have wanted to get this of my chest for a while. If you don’t want to read that’s okay, but it might be worthwhile! If you read the whole thing then you are definitely my friend :) Without further ado: 

I fell for Maven Calore, just like Mare Barrow did in Red Queen. I did not immediately fall in love with Marecal at “Thief, Obviously”, and that I think is okay even though most of the fandom did. I was conflicted because at the time, I truly did believe Maven was with the scarlet guard and that Cal wasn’t. Yet Cal was still incredibly kind and sweet to Mare  Then we all know what happened, and I was incredibly angry with Maven and could not comprehend what had happened. 

Throughout Glass Sword, I felt like Mare did, falling more in love with Cal but then also missing a boy that never really existed. But then King’s Cage caused even more heartbreak! I tried so hard to separate the dream and the reality. King’s Cage gave us more insight into how twisted Maven truly is. As someone who suffers depression and anxiety, it often feels like there are two versions of me in my head. One that isolates and self deprecates, and another that tells me to be kind to myself. The fact that Maven truly does not know what is him and what is what Elara constructed is devastating. He has grown up with endless mental and probably physical abuse from his mother. He never felt like he was good enough, that he was a shadow, and I personally know how difficult it is to feel like you are not enough. He is constantly battling so many parts of himself, the desperation and confusion must be terrifying. He admitted to Mare in the bathtub scene that he knows it is his fault that they aren’t together. He shows regret in his eyes when he is marrying Iris. 

I also think the reason why Mare understands him so much is because they are really similar in personality in how they deal with pain and fear. When Maven scratches his hands to inflict physical pain, Mare recognizes that in herself as a substitute for mental pain. Both of them hate each other but no matter how hard they try they can’t let each other go. Their twisted love is so toxic. Like Mare said, if she was raised by someone like that, what would she become? What was Maven supposed to be? Mare could easily become a monster too, and often fears she already is one. Both have murdered. Both are broken. Just imagine if you loved someone, then killed them by accident, then loved another yet had that affection butchered and shattered by your own mother .If you were molded  to become someone else’s tool for their desires, to live a fate you never wanted.

I do not excuse Maven’s horrible actions, but my heart breaks for the tragedy he is. When people say Maven should die, etc. I understand where it is coming from. Hell, Mare wants to kill him. She had the chance to, but she couldn’t. She sees all the layers he has and how difficult it is for him to sort through them and find the truth. In his twisted way, he does love Mare, and that love is poison. I think we must remember that he is a brilliant villain, a beautiful tragedy, and very much grey rather than black and white, but still a broken boy. 


@vaveyard

…so, planes and cars fuck me up bc of the conflicting ways they talk about things

For one, ‘that’s just how they were made’ and ‘they were separated at birth’ are said in the same movie

>Some planes and cars are made BAD ‘lemons’ deliberately?

>Even though certain cars and planes are still existing in the world, they discontinue making parts for them? Like… their vital organs can fail and they just have to die?

>Some of them seem to age/be elderly, some young, but how the fuck

>There’s a Pope?

>What degree to which do they feel? Like, they literally spend all night pulling bits off the plane (dusty), and he seems to not notice at all, but being knocked aout by wind or burned (like the helicopter) elicits pain responses

>they can be knocked out?

>fuel is everything, food and drink and blood?

>they have love in the universe, marriage (there was a hint of a new couple getting a bridal suite) which implies… more than i care to eaborate on… so where do little cars come from?

>why do they have mouths if they can put petrol pumps in their petrol tanks directly?

>how do they digest anything? i mean, they plainly state they eat other stuff, mater tries wassabi, the gas truck talks about deep-fried corn…

>where did the first cars come from… 

>how the fuck do half of them do anything?

>what if they dn’t want to be what they are?
Like, trains, big trucks and big planes are born to be servants, whether they want it or not???? what the fuck???

>some cars are made to be more effective, better, higher class, and others deliberately the opposite???

>there are diseases in this universe including rust? Or is that a metaphor for acne/hemorrhoids?

>cars pee… but only in one of the movies… everyone else apparently doesn’t?
cars can be incontinent, too? cars have bidets that shoot under the boot

>do you know we never actually see any f the characters’ homes?
Like, the most ‘indoors’ we see any of them, is in motels and hotels… we have NO IDEA how their houses work, what amenities exist, etc. did you ever notice? bc i just did and it’s fucking me up?

>where do cars learn? are there schools? they have doctors and mechanics and shit, but where did they get the degree?

>mater sleeps in, what is basically, a medical waste pit? he’s surrounded on all sides by pieces f rusty old cars? is he a serial killer and no ones addressing it?

>Tractors are cows in this world? do they get eaten or…?

>cars have body issues? like, they’re legit built a certain way… but the best they can change is their colour and tires?

>what’s… inside… the cars…
I mean, they have all the right windows and shit but like… they wouldn’t need seats or any of the normal stuff you’d expect

>the winnebagos…? are they… like, what is in there? are they considered fat?

>what about the little forklifts? are they considered a servant class? like, you see them doing a lot of manual shit, compared to the others, who swan about…

>what else exists in this world? fast food places, libraries? are the cars even literate to the same extent as humans? we see a few newspapers but that means fuck-all… 

>boats exist, like… we need more info on that…
there was that fuck-ass huge military base on the ocean, how does that dude feel about people using him as a landing pad? 

>if a boat capsizes, how the FUCK do they help them? 
none of the other boats have arms?
Are they ‘missing, presumed drowned’?

>are boats beholden to their land car counterparts? like in cars 2 we see that they need someone to get them out of the water (and then they just hang there waiting for deployment)?
and in planes 2, that boat in a trailer (friend, family, partner), who was almost left to die in a fire by their panicking car buddy

>HOW THE FUCK DO FAMILIES EVEN WORK?
is everyone the same kind of car or can you be related to a train, two aircraft carriers and a plane? 

>are hybrids the result of two different car types intermarrying?

>ARE GENETICS EVEN A THING, OR IS IT LIKE THE ROBO-BABY EXPLANATION FROM FUTURAMA?

>are there prejudices? like ‘oh, you’re marrying a HONDA?’ or ‘oh, how generous, they adopted a BOAT’??? or ‘no, no, we’re not hiring a Ford… can’t trust them’???

>why do neither of the cars movies or indeed the planes movies, pass the bechdel test?

>do cars even have the same concept of gender as humans, or is it like… whatevs be what you want?

>

The logistics of this whole universe are just????

I have so???? many??? questions??????

HUGGING HEADCANONS:

 @megrez99 and I came up with some hugging headcanons for our favorite bnha boys and we wanted to share them

KIRISHIMA:

  • He gives the best hugs in the entire fucking world
  • He wraps his arms around the one he’s hugging in such a careful, loving way, no matter who it is
  • Huge bear hugs
  • Huge fucking bear hugs
  • Anyone who he’s ever hugged felt safe and protected
  • He doesn’t really have any issues with comforting people by hugging them
  • Hugs from behind a lot, even leaning on one’s shoulders from behind is comfortable
  • Basically, he’s the best at this, end of discussion
  •  

BAKUGOU:

  • The fuck, you gotta deserve that hug
  • He won’t just share his personal space with anyone, what the fuck
  • Well, turns out he’s an awkward hugger
  • He’ll just stand there, not sure what to do at first, where to put his arms, are his legs too open, too closed, what the fuck, how do you hug?!
  • Will eventually wrap his arms around the one hugging him and awkwardly stay like that
  • Spontaneous hugs are something Bakugou will never do
  • Never ever
  • He’ll just get angry if someone tries to hug him
  • If it’s more privately done, though, he will give them a pat and awkwardly hug them back too

MIDORIYA:

  • So soft!
  • His hugs are among the most comfortable, soft squishy hugs ever
  • He loves hugging his friends! Hugs for everyone!
  • Watching a movie without cuddling does not exist when Midoriya is around
  • He is so soooooft!
  • It’s so easy to fall asleep in his hug
  • He knows how to comfort people. When he doesn’t know what to say, he just opens his arms and magically makes everything seem better for those few minutes
  • Midoriya’s hugs are that type to leave one yearning for more after it’s done, he leaves the feeling behind
  • Looks like Kirishima’s #1 position just might be a little endangered
  • However, Midoriya is a mess when it comes to hugging and touching someone in a more intimate way

TODOROKI:

  • When it comes to reassuring, hugging isn’t really the first thing that comes to his mind
  • He doesn’t mind being hugged if it’s a close friend or a partner, but he hesitates to hug others on his own
  • He might look stiff but he is not
  • His hugs speak for themselves, whether he’s the one hugging or the one being hugged
  • In summer, he hugs his friends and lets them cool off on him and in winter he does the opposite
  • It’s really fun hugging him while he changes his body temperature but he does that very, very rarely
  • When he’s comfortable enough, though, he’ll be in for some advanced hugging as well

KAMINARI:

  • Don’t. Electrocute. Them.
  • That’s his main concern, even though he’s the one controlling his quirk
  • As innocent as this boy looks, you’d expect his hugs would be something similar to Midoriya’s, maybe a bit of Bakugou’s stiffness and that’s it
  • Wrong. He’s very comfortable with physical contact, so hugs are a piece of cake for him
  • He’s a lot more relaxed when hugging his friends than he is when hugging his romantic interests, though
  • He’ll often join a conversation by just casually putting his arm around someone’s shoulder and stay like that the entire time
  • He’s a goof but he’s a fluffy goof that everyone loves to hug because he usually knows the right words to go with each hug as well

“If I ever have a chance to visit Disneyland, I’m definitely going to ask Pocahontas about John Rolfe. I’m curious to see how she would react or what she’d say about him. If he’s her friend, a former boyfriend or someone else… Or does she even know him? I’m also curious what Tinker Bell or other fairies would say about fairies from the old franchise like Prilla and Rani. I really wonder if their face characters even know about their existence.”

traveling-magpie  asked:

You prolly won't read this for a while because I know you get a bazillion asks, but can you explain (or link if you have before, I couldn't find it) what the deal is with this T.I.G.E.R.S. insanity? Who is this guy? How does he get away with the crap he's accused of?

You’ll want to check out @bigcatawareness‘ tag on T.I.G.E.R.S for the most specific information. I have not made a masterpost about him because I would prefer to not have him threaten to sue me, and yes, he does that shit. He once went after someone I know for simply writing about how what he was saying about white tigers was factually incorrect - when threatening them with a lawsuit from a lawyer who didn’t exist didn’t work, he tried to bribe them into taking it offline. This is how he gets away with things. He’s apparently threatened to sue The Dodo - which is backed by HuffPost - so that tells you how much money he has to throw around when he’s unhappy about something. 

His internship is cult-like. Here’s the internship requirements. Don’t drink anything while you’re reading it if you value your computer. 

He likes to tell people how breeding color morph tigers saves them from extinction and how ligers make people care about big cat conservation. He actually has at least five websites he runs (I keep finding more) where he cites himself as an expert so that his facility pages can cite his expert work. 

He actually runs two facilities, one of which is ZAA accredited and decent (ish) and one of which is a tiger holding facility in an outdoor shopping mall in which people can pay to hold baby tigers for a photo. It is incredibly hard to figure out they are the same organization but not related to each other because their websites don’t always link to each other as you’d expect for two facilities being run under the same company. 

I’ve managed to confirm with ZAA that he’s straight out running around their bans on cub exploitation by lending himself cubs - they don’t regulate who an accredited facility can lend animals. They are not pleased. They have no recourse. 

Here’s his list of USDA violations going back as long as he’s been in business. Note the comments from USDA about he’s not trustworthy and how he was caught trying to flee the scene of his lion injuring a model. (Yes, it’s a PETA link, but I’ve confirmed the data is accurate). 

When you visit his facility you pay a couple hundred bucks to be allowed to hang out free-contact with an untethered asian elephant, hold month-old tiger cubs, and let wolf puppies run over your legs. You  can’t take photos and he attempts to retain the copyright of the ones taken for you. 

I can’t confirm any of the projects his Rare Species Fund conservation program runs actually contribute to conservation. He probably hasn’t bothered to update his website in a while, since he hasn’t exhibited his ligers and tigers on chains on a stage at King Richard’s Faire in MA for two years, but it is still listed as one of his biggest projects. Most of the other projects involved lending cats out as actors or are things I can’t find on google. 

People I’ve talked to who worked for him won’t talk about him because it’s too upsetting. People who I’ve talked to who have to interface with him professionally just avoid him as much as possible. 

I suggest you look through BCA’s tags and draw your own conclusion. 

Counting Stars

Happy, happy birthday, @raindrop-rouge. May your day be filled with laughter, smiles, cake, tea, bubbles, and everything good. This is for you. <3


“You are beautiful,” Eren says one night, his soft-spoken words cutting sharply through the quiet darkness surrounding them and making Levi blink open his eyes to meet a pair of shining eyes that regard him intently.

A contradictory frowns forms on his brow, disagreeing and puzzled. Levi isn’t vain, but he knows his body is too small for a grown man, forged by a life on the streets that only taught him how to survive, leaving behind nothing but broad muscles on too feminine limbs, and a too translucent skin paled by an ongoing lack of sunlight and proper nutrition. His movements are sharp and directed, efficient and precise. Not round and smooth like Eren’s.

His face isn’t pretty either, with the droopy eyes that are too small and colourless, half-lidded, shadowed, and bruised by too many restless nights and cruel days, by sorrows and grief and loss, with his pitch black hair that stands too much in contrast to his bloodless skin. His cheekbones are too prominent, his lips thin and chapped. His beard, if he could grow a decent one, would be patchy and just as odd-looking as he is himself. Something that should have been more than it is.

His hands are petite and calloused, his feet cicatrised after years and years of being tied to the straps. His back is marked by them as well, his neck too thin and aching from the weight on his shoulders.

Words don’t come easy to him, and when they do they are harsh and curt and vulgar, and too often not what he really wants to say. His personality is jagged and his spirit jaded, his core blackened by blood and broken beyond repair.

A life in the darkness has made his body strong at least, battered and branded, but powerful and chiseled as well. It’s making him capable of dealing with whatever is thrown their way, able to do his best to protect. He’s a weapon, edged and deathly and violent.

But beautiful…no.

And yet he can see it in Eren’s eyes that meant every word. Their green and blue is paled by the silvery light of the moon and the lingering traces of sleep, but their intensity is just the same as always, conveying nothing but serious honesty and openness.

Levi swallows and reaches out with a rustle of the bed sheets to brush over a prominent, brown eyebrow, a stubbled cheek, a soft bottom lip that wraps around his fingertips to catch them in a kiss.

Eren, Levi knows, isn’t really what others would call a raving beauty either. His hair is mouse brown and mussy all the time—a wild beast like its owner, always vivid and fighting against an invisible force, stubbornly defying anyone’s will in untidy strands that beg to be touched and caressed and ruffled—or combed—, but also daring to try. His skin is tanned by spending his whole life under the merciless sun, the fading stripes around his neck and wrists dividing the parts where the heat kisses him every day from the part that’s always hidden under his clothing.

Despite all of Eren’s hardship there is no single scar on his body, making it into something that shouldn’t really exist, something dangerous and surreal, something barbarous and threatening, something contradictory.

Then there are his eyes. Not quite as big as they once used to be, but still as expressive. Two shiny, burning flames of neither green nor blue and somehow both, that haven’t lost their feral fire over the years and oddly stand out in that still boyish face that should be much more tarnished than it is. They are just as unnatural as the rest of him.

He is perilous and an oxymoron simply by existing, by still living and breathing. He’s abnormal.

And yet, to Levi, this man is beautiful. Gorgeous even. And then some.

Eren’s pulse is speeding up under Levi’s touch, making him think silly things and dream against all odds. Eren’s body is pristine and warm, teaching Levi that time heals all wounds—at least the ones one can see—and that there is hope. The fury that has once dominated Eren’s features has abated, cooled down into a dangerous, unstable simmer that will never leave completely, and yet every time he holds Levi Eren’s hands are gentle and kind, even when the hunger between them boils over into a rough, all-consuming need.

They trace Levi’s ugly scars as if they were saying hello to a dear, old friend and when they come to rest against the nape of Levi’s neck the fingers begin to play with the stubbles of his undercut in caressing circles like it is everything they ever wanted to do.

When Eren looks at him his eyes are like a pair of gems that seem to have a direct link to Levi’s soul, unyielding, endearing, and enticing, gazing at Levi and laying him bare as if he was the answer to all of Eren’s hopes and dreams, the remedy for all his sorrows and tears, a guiding light through the darkest of times. Levi looks back and Eren holds him there, steady and unwavering, until Levi can feel the blush rising on his chest, his arms, his neck, his cheeks, and ears until the cool night begins to sting on his skin.

“Bastard,” he whispers, and Eren chuckles. Pokes Levi’s nose. Snuggles closer. Smiles. Fills the world with colours and ease.

His laugh is like the sun glistening on the ocean’s surface on that early spring day, fickle and warming, dancing and cheering, lively and vast, lifting and grounding at the same time, like listening to the water caressing the shore in affectionate waves and to the breeze whispering through the marram grass nearby whilst feeling the sand under his naked feet. It’s like seeing the open planes and birds for the first time, stunningly green and too much, yet never enough all at once.

Levi has seen a lot of strange things in his life, but the one laying right next to him in their bed must be the strangest of them all. A miracle.

And he understands.

Beauty isn’t really something you see or that you can measure like tea leaves for the perfect cup.

It’s something that can only be experienced in its entity, something so simple as blinking against the overpowering daylight after nothing but darkness and something so complicated as trying to count the stars up in the sky after being enclosed by clay and dirt for a whole lifetime.

He still doesn’t know what it is that makes Eren look at him like he does. But when Eren pulls him into his arms to hold him against his beating heart and kiss the top of his head, their legs intertwining and their bodies sharing that wonderful heat close-close-closer, he knows it’s Eren’s right to see more than the eyes let on, just as it is his own, and he won’t question it, just as Eren doesn’t in return.

Eren isn’t one to make false promises. Everything he is and does screams blatant honesty and commitment, and yet Levi expects with every passing day that Eren will change his mind eventually.

But this is Eren and the world will cease to exists when he stops loving like he does, with everything he’s got. As long as he’s let he’ll press his velvety smile against Levi’s frown, and pass a silent promise with sweet brushing of lips, meeting of tongues, and connection of something Levi hasn’t found a name for yet.

He seizes it nonetheless and wraps it around his heart, makes it his armour and his shield.

Even though he doesn’t know how long it will last he at least has this and the knowledge that once someone chose him and thought him perfect in all his flaws.

He looks into these too sparkling eyes and smiles, letting himself fall as they begin to count the stars.


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Who’d Have Thought We’d Make It This Far - fic

Characters: Clark Kent, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Jon Kent
Pairing: jondami
Summary: “Do you know how much I love your son?”
A/N: Jon will always propose to Damian in my mind. I don’t know why. He just will. Jon and Damian are obviously mid/late twenties. They’re at the manor at the last part, because Jon planned the date to be in Gotham so they could go tell their dads/Bruce right after. Dick is highly too upset about the fact that he wasn’t told until the next day, and threatens to ground Damian. Damian thinks about how much he loves Jon like, all the time. It blows his mind every single time.

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Bawson Soulmate AU

So… this was supposed to be just an AU idea for Bawson fic that someone could write but idk why I started writing it all out… Anyway …I know it must have certain plotholes but really, it’s no biggie. This was written for fun :D

Soulmate AU in which one can hear their soulmate’s thoughts (one sided).

Imagine Mike hearing some silly thoughts of a five-year-old girl or some inside jokes her little brain comes up with. And later, during games, him hearing some teenage girl’s voice in his head cheering him on, ‘You can do it, Mike!’. Or having breakfast and hearing ‘One day, Mike Lawson, I’m gonna marry you.’ or ‘Good night, Mike. You played well today.’ Or even random thoughts about dresses vs. baseball, his own stats, advice on how he could improve his play.

At first, it freaks him out - hearing her but not knowing her, feeling her joy and love? for him, this child-like fascination with Mike Lawson. It takes him some time but he gets used to it. The presence of her voice, her thoughts that pop every once in awhile in his head become oddly comforting so much so he learns to rely on them to help him sleep or focus before a game or even lift his spirits whenever the Padres lose because he can’t stand letting her down, this person who has become his constant companion, someone in whose musings he finds solace. It does wonders for his ego as well, he’s not gonna lie, being liked this much by someone.

Sometimes she’ll think of the most embarrassing things about him, how attractive he is, how good of a player he is, some cheesy jokes and he would laugh his ass off, thanking god this person exists because Mike thinks his life would be so dull without her curious and helpful insights.

*  *   *

She guards his rookie card like a dragon guards its treasure. Mike knows this because the girl’s scrambled thoughts let him know she got into a fight with someone who tried to play a joke on her and hid it. God, he wouldn’t want to find himself on her bad side seeing how she obliterates the person with her loud voice that manages to transfer into Mike’s brain - her rage is real.

*   *  *

Things change after he starts dating Rachel and the news goes public - the voice becomes somewhat sadder, possibly even angrier. Mike hopes it’s not because of him, that maybe there’s stuff happening in her life making her feel and think the way she does. Actually, he knows there’s something happening because she keeps thinking of her mom and someone named - Kevin? and there are random curses and swearing which sadden him. Mike wants to be able to comfort her the way she comforted him, but he can’t.

*   *   *

He hears her pray for his broken knees, pray for his recovery, pray that he’ll be able to play again as tiny sobs make their way into his mind as well. It’s her blind faith in him and that unconditional support she offers to a player she happens to like that push him to give his all on the field and now too, as he fights for his career, for the opportunity to play again. He makes it through, her ‘Go, Lawson!’ drawing a smile on his face long after he had forgotten how to smile. Rachel’s is there too of course, but… he can’t compare her and the girl. They both provide him with something he needs just in different ways. (Secretly though, Mike’s just too afraid to admit to himself her support means more, so much more than Rachel’s ever did.)

*   *   *

After a few years of dating, Rachel and he get married; it’s nothing too pompous though there are a few reporters that take their pictures. They appear a few hours later on one website and spread like wildfire all over the Internet.

That night is the last time he hears her. Her last thought he hears is ‘What did ya think, not like you’re going to marry him, you fool get over your stupid teenage crush’ but it’s more like her recollecting someone else’s words mocking her than her own disappointment with him.

*  *  *

The voice becomes silent after that, making him worry something had happened to its owner. However, there’s nothing he can do since he knows nothing about this person, this girl who has been his greatest cheerleader for years.

*   *   *

He misses it, her. Rachel notices but doesn’t ask. It’s for the best, anyway. Mike is not sure he would even be able to explain the hollowness he feels in his chest due to her absence. Sometimes he wonders if Rachel hears her own soulmate’s thoughts… They’ve never discussed it, never talked about the fact they are together but aren’t supposed to be. 

*   *   *

They make it work somehow and Mike is happy with Rachel - until he isn’t.

It starts with them bickering over his travelling all the time and not settling with her. Her job’s in LA and she will not move to San Diego just to  work on some shitty local network. He wants kids but Rachel’s not ready to be a parent. He’s ok with that at first, thinking now is not the time, but she will eventually be ready. Then he realises, she never will be.

*   *   *

The fights and yelling continue. Both of them are too tense, snapping at each other every chance they get so they decide it is for the best they take a break.

*   *   *

Mike isn’t even that surprised when Rachel tells him about the affair, about her meeting her soulmate and wanting to be with him. Elated, she tells him what it was like to see him for the first time and hear his voice outside her head. The smile doesn’t disappear off her face as Mike swallows down everything he wants to say. He doesn’t blame her (not too much), he wants to be with his soulmate too.

*   *   *

The divorce is bittersweet - after all, Mike got used to having Rachel around just like he got used to not hearing the girl’s voice. It takes him a few months to recover and his aching back and knees are no help whatsoever. His teammates keep commenting on his growing grumpiness but Mike shrugs them off since he can’t afford to focus on that. Not now when he has another rookie pitcher coming and all eyes are on him to make it work.

It’s a girl rookie, and so far, Mike hasn’t heard anything about her. He spends a few days watching her tapes, studying her play, posture, stats. She’s not bad but he needs to see her in action on field with him to get the real picture.

*   *   *

It’s her voice chanting his name that wakes him up in the middle of the night, ‘Mike Lawson, tomorrow. Mike Lawson, tomorrow’. 

Mike doesn’t know how he should feel. He’s ecstatic she’s back. Hearing her again after so long feels like winning World Series. At the same time, it’s scares him. Tomorrow? Is it some kind of warning? Is something going to happen?

He struggles but finally falls asleep again holding onto her voice.

*   *   *

He arrives at Petco and heads to the locker room, changes quickly and goes out into the field. He’s about to grab the bat when his head starts pounding, footsteps echoing in his ears and her 'I didn’t see Mike Lawson out there’.

 There where?

He shakes his head and sips some water to calm himself. What the hell?

*     *    *

Mike is talking to some of his teammates when her loud internal squeal breaks his concentration and assaults his ears. He shifts his gaze from his teammates to collect himself because this sound, it’s getting louder and louder.

And just then he notices a girl in Padres jacket standing at the dugout and he hears 'act cool, act cool, act cool, don’t freak out’ so loud he’s afraid his eardrums are going to burst.

What in the world?!

He moves towards her and his palms start sweating, his throat goes dry, and his legs feel like they’re made of lead.

She practically jumping on her feet, smiling brightly, dimples set deep on her face.

 It’ can’t be, right? Of course it’s not her, No way.

Mike internally chastises himself and adopts his usual persona, the carefree playboy catcher as he approaches her. This is just his new rookie.

‘Look what we got here Ginny Baker, in the flesh.’  He congratulates himself on managing to stay calm and say those words with ease he does not feel.

She stars to speak, 'I should tell you, I have your rookie card-’

And  knocks the fucking air out if his lungs.

*    *    *   *   *

She’s back home, in one of her rare visits since her dad died. She’s with her mom at the supermarket, the first time she hears him,

'What if she wants kids, just not with me? What if she’s still waiting for her-’

The thought is cut off which is good since Ginny is about to have a breakdown right there in the middle of the store. Her mom is looking at her like she’s grown a second head and it is then Ginny realises she had screamed. Her hands are shaking but she assures her mom it was nothing more but a nasty cramp.

Ginny dismisses the event as her brain being exhausted after the yelling match she had with Will that day. It was nothing really.

*   *   *

Only, the voice emerges again, and this time Ginny takes notice of the pain and despair it’s laced with that making her sad all of a sudden.

'I can’t do this anymore, I can’t.’

And it sounds eerily like Mike lawson’s voice. Which is insane. Completely and utterly insane. ‘Get over it, Ginny,’ she tells herself.

She doesn’t.

*   *   *

It continues happening, his voice popping up at the most inconvenient times - sometimes when she’s in the shower, sometimes in her sleep, sometimes during games which is especially dangerous since her connection to him, the owner of the voice, has become stronger and her feelings are all jumbled when it comes to him making it that much harder to focus on pitching.

But she got Mike Lawson’s voice stuck in her head, all the struggles he’s facing with his divorce and it pains her to know how deeply it affects him. More than anything, his hurt over a failed marriage, a failed family, makes her want to call him immediately and console him. Him thinking she’s a crazy stalker calling him in the middle of the night stops her from doing so.

*   *   *

She signs for Padres and her excitement is only ruined by his voice and doubt he displays in her abilities.

'A female pitcher? Yeah right.’

What the hell? Does he even know how good she is? And what’s with that snarky and dismissive attitude?

*  *  *

Ginny block out the voice in the weeks following the signing and moving to San Diego. She blocks out everything and everyone.

*   *  *

When she steps in the hallway leading to the locker-room, Amelia, Oscar and Al by her side, something inside of her stirs. She can’t pinpoint what it is exactly… maybe it’s just the overwhelming feeling of being at Petco, of making history, or even meeting her idol.

*   *   *

When she goes out to the field one of the first things, or rather persons, she notices is him, Mike Lawson. He looks so fine even from this distance and Ginny can’t contain her excitement.

He notices her and after exchanging a few words with his teammates he starts approaching her. Her  heart beats wild in her chest and she has to clench her fists and bite the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from screaming out his name.

 'Act cool, act cool, act cool, don’t freak out’, she chants.

Mike Lawson’s standing in front of her, hands on his hips and that smug smile she’s seen on far too many photos.

‘Look what we got here Ginny Baker, in the flesh.’

She rushes to speak to her idol, telling him 'I should tell you, I have your rookie card-“ before she registers his shocked expression.

‘It’s you!’ he exclaims, mouth agape.

Oh dear, she knows what he means.

‘Only now realising it, ha, old man? Well, I knew it was you all along.’

EW

i think it’s really funny how onision calls out idubbbz for ridiculous reasons while also being problematic as fuck. Every example Onision used for idubbbz being “racist” was actually Ian calling someone else out for being racist and using that slur, like in the Keemstar and Tana Mongeau Content Cops. Onision is using clips out of context to try and RUIN someone else’s career. How is that acceptable? There are tons of examples of Onision being misogynistic, homophobic, transphobic, and ableist but of course he’s going to pretend none of that exists. Well, it does, and here’s the proof. Even if one person sees this, it will have been worth it.

Also I think it’s funny how’s he’s begging for a Content Cop because he knows his channels are dying and the Content Cop would give him exposure. Ian hasn’t- and probably still doesn’t- give a shit about Onision or his shitty content. Onision’s not going to get a Content Cop(even though I want one DESPERATELY) because it would just give Onision the attention he so desperately craves.

(and for him to say that filthy frank/george copied him is RIDICULOUS, for obvious reasons)

Anyways, here’s the evidence against Onision(a lot of credit to @shameshack because that’s where I got most of this- they’re amazing and you should check them out)

According to Onision, people aren’t allowed to speak their minds- unless he’s the one doing it. Fuck you @onision. Fuck. You.

How it Feels to Date Tom Holland

When he leaves for a shoot that they set place in New York while we were having lunch, I nodded and smiled and told him to pack a camera in case he saw the Statue of Liberty. 

Every time he does an interview, nobody mentions my name. They always ask about a special someone but he never says my name. He doesn’t even hint that I exist and I think i prefer it like that.

He never takes me home with him to meet his parents, but I always end up on the exact same flight. At the airport there are cameras, but they never snap my face. I don’t get to hold his hand on the flight, and I can’t sleep on his shoulder across the sea, but we’re together he says. 

I write down everything I want to tell him when he gets back to town because when he’s out filming our FaceTimes and phone calls are never complete. No one ever pops in to say hello. He says I’m his favorite secret and that makes me wonder how many he has. The look in his eyes when he holds my gaze reminds me that this is a real thing, but the way he sometimes forgets to say I love you makes me sometimes forget what show he’ll be on. I don’t mean to be petty, but loving someone so hard to reach does make a boring life harder when the spark isn’t in it. I’m just lucky he still answers my texts.

I can’t pick him up at the airport, or go out to dinner with him. I can’t sit in the same class, or tag him in any of the pictures we take together. I can’t write him a song and sing it to the world because it takes everything not to sing his name. My favorite color is that of his eyes, but when I say brown I can’t truly explain the reasoning. I told my parents that I’d fallen in love, but when they asked who it was with they couldn’t believe me because I’d loved someone like him before, and it was just as seemingly unobtainable. This time is isn’t unobtainable or unbelievable, but I can’t tell anyone about it.

I can’t tell the world how happy I am because he doesn’t want to hurt me.

When we’re alone together he kisses my lips and compliments my new haircut by brushing it with his fingertips. When I read him my journal from the weeks he was away, he wipes away a tear because he missed me so much too. He tells me that he loves me and shows it with the little touches and notes he writes me before he heads out for the day. If I happen to let myself fall away to the resentments of loving someone who is never home, he holds me close and reassures me with every lovely word he wishes he could say in movies. He pulls them from his heart and gifts them to me like the sweet poetry I write for him.

 No reporters know where he is, and no fans have any idea because I keep my room like a hotel and my heart in a cage. One day, he says to me in the early hours of the morning as he holds me in his arms, you will get to free that bird in your chest and it’ll fly free with all the love we have together. I’ll send flowers to your work and make sure the whole world knows that I love the one who gave me directions in L.A. on a Tuesday afternoon. I’ll never shut up about you, just wait.

When he leaves me again, and not just for the day, I don’t tell him I’ll miss him because he already knows. His heart doesn’t ache the way mine does every time he walks out of the door, but when he calls me just after he lands in wherever he might be, I can hear the love in his voice. He’s happy he has me, but what does he really feel when my name lights up his screen again?

We keep to ourselves, and I like it like that. I like having a slice of him, I like knowing he is my own, but I would love it more if we could just go out to dinner like normal. See a movie, hold hands while we find the car. I’d love it if just once he could look into the camera and tell the world how he feels so that I could record it like a home movie and play it forever. So that when he feels like moving on, or he feels like loving me becomes a chore, I still have the words he spoke to the host. Yes, I am in love, but you will never know.

astridthevalkyrie  asked:

DUDE DUDE DUDE I NEED TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ON HOW HICCUP STICKS TO HIS PRINCIPLES WHEN THEY'RE ABOUT TO ATTACK THE SINGETAILS

YES YES YES YES YES I NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT TOO THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR BRINGING IT UP!

So what is so important about The Wings of War is that it frames Hiccup and Stoick as having different perspectives about the upcoming war. Specifically, it starts to show that Hiccup’s ideology is merging away from Stoick’s and toward a more pacifistic approach to conflict. Basically, The Wings of War is leading Hiccup into the mindset of HTTYD 2!

Ever since befriending Toothless, Hiccup has cared about protecting dragons and preventing needless bloodshed of innocent lives. He went so far in this campaign that he tried to show Hookfang as a gentle creature during the Kill Ring scene in front of the entire village. Hiccup protested to Stoick that the Vikings have killed thousands of the dragons and that the dragons were only defending themselves. This was all before Hiccup started the Dragon Academy, let alone flew to the Edge.

But when Hiccup was younger, he didn’t have the same sort of queasiness about harming dragons. He helped Toothless fight the Whispering Death that the Night Fury had a grudge on. He killed the Red Death. He gave up on Scauldy surviving before Ruffnut did. Hiccup trapped Dagur’s skrill deep in ice rather than finding a peaceful solution where the dragon could fly free. An older Hiccup in Race to the Edge times would be a little more hesitant to make the same mistakes and much more determined to seek out optimal happy solutions for those dragons without leaving them or compromising his solidifying principles.

In Race to the Edge we’ve seen Hiccup fight dragons for self-defense, but here what is so striking is that Hiccup isn’t willing to fully fight the dragons as he needs to for self-defense because it will significantly injure or kill them. Hiccup has limits about how much self defense is “okay.” 

He contrasts with his father, Stoick, who believes that what must be done is go to war, fight, and do what is necessary to win. Stoick is willing to kill Krogan’s flier dragons. Stoick is operating under the idea he embodies so well in HTTYD 2 - “A chief must protect his own.” 

This is where we start to get into HTTYD 2 notions and the division we’re familiar with between son and father. Stoick wants to do what is practical and sure to win in a war. He’ll shed blood if it means his people end up safe. He knows when a war must be fought.  Hiccup wants to find a more ideal, peaceful solution, even when it seems like no such solution exists.

And the fact that Hiccup wins the conflict this way only firms his beliefs more! In How to Train Your Dragon 2 Hiccup does believe he can do the peaceful solution and win. Here, in The Wings of War, Hiccup’s solution allows him to successfully stick to his principles, not harm a single Singetail, and still defeat the enemy. This is only going to make Hiccup think that he can accomplish the same with someone like Drago. He can reason with Drago, or he can find some way to interact with Drago that won’t cause all the bloodshed of war.

Hiccup sticking to his principles is, of course, commendable. It is wonderful to see someone hold to their moral integrity and ethical framework. At the same time, Hiccup sticking to his principles helps reinforce ideas that are not always practical, and which eventually shall lead to his HTTYD 2 mess.

Just… really cool stuff. Loved seeing Hiccup stick to his principles. Loved Stoick being the warrior. So good.