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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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.


AO3 Link.

“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.”

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??????

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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Sinbad no Bouken 144 RAW + a Summary!

Here are the raws for Sinbad no Bouken 144, in which we see some familiar faces~! And, Barbarossa is at it again! 

Just a reminder, to anyone who follows me and enjoys these raws/summaries, parts of or even all of these summaries could be completely wrong, so be advised as you read them as I am by no means a professional translator!

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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.

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.’

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sanada yukimura x mc (misaki kasagi)

a/n: this one is for @bakers97, prompt 3 from this list - “it’s always been you.” this fic is a little different – i don’t want to spoil it, so i guess you’ll all just have to read and see why~

@jemchew @pasunny @naerial @demon-princess-anastasia

There’s a man who always comes into their restaurant when he’s in Kyoto.

He has blue eyes and hair the color of river pebbles, and a low voice that almost always stutters when he first speaks with her. There is a near-constant blush on his face until he has eaten his first bite, and then he smiles, boyish and carefree.

He’s built almost as big as Inuchiyo, is the first thing she notes—because not many people are as big as Inuchiyo—but he’s gentler than her childhood friend, less prone to boisterous and raucous conversations. He’ll gladly talk to anyone in the restaurant, but he speaks with an air of almost childlike excitability.

The man never gives his name, but she also never asks. Most of the time he looks like he’s been doing something casually active—he wears either a hoodie or a t-shirt, and the tightest pants she’s ever seen him wear are workout sweats that are cinched at the ankles.

He comes around at times few and far between, and without warning.

But no matter how much time passes, she recognizes him.

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The Nights are Cold [Killer!JK/Killer!VKook AU Oneshot]

I had been so immersed with this certain AU that is rotating around the twitter community these days and i had decided to create a oneshot to contribute in this project~

To those who didn’t know, a korean artist in twitter, @jung_kkuu has started an AU where Jungkook is an assasin, while being a top student in school at day. Later on, in her tweets she told us the backstory.

The backstory was Jungkook was abandoned, and was taken in by Taehyung, who was leading a mafia organization to teach him everything to become an assasin. 

To say that i am enthralled with the concept is an understatement!

[ Warning!! Violence, Death, Gore, implied BoyxBoy. If you are not comfortable with such things, i am warning you already! ]

Maybe i should warn you all about Kim Taehyung being so sexy? Meh. You guys know it already HAHA. Enjoy! 

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anonymous asked:

Real people can queerbait. If someone famous clearly hints more than once that they may not be straight knowing for sure they are that is queerbaiting. Celebrities are brands too. People using all Harry's support towards the community is obviously inaccurate and no one should listen to larries ever but if someone queer feels like certain things Harry has said about himself feel like queerbaiting then that's how they feel like and they're not so wrong that people should invalidate their feelings.

Just as a starter, I don’t think that larries are uniquely (or even predominantly) the ones at issue in how people address Harry’s sexuality, it’s a pretty fandom-wide issue. But beyond that, feeling disappointed that Harry (or any other celebrity) is not openly LGBT because you felt like he indicated he was and it would mean a lot to you if he came out, and blaming Harry/accusing him of queerbaiting for it, are two completely different things. People will react how they react to what Harry does and says. But it does not make Harry blameworthy and it is not queer baiting. 

I think many people are putting hugely unfair pressure on Harry. Sexuality is really complicated for a lot of people. Putting a label onto how you identify and saying that label and formally “coming out” and all of that is really hard for most LGBT people. To take myself for an example, like the fact that I am ~not straight literally never occurred to me until I was 18 and in college. Like I can look back and identify signs now, but truly, the realization hit me like a bus in a (no kidding) intro Women’s and Gender Studies class, when I realized I had a crush on this cute sophomore. I’ve since then had approximately 9,456 mini-crises. I’m on the board of my school’s LGBT organization, have four (five if you count the Lisa Frank rainbow unicorn) LGBT-related stickers on my laptop, and regularly wear pride shirts. But if you ask me how I self-identify, I will drop a smoke ball and run away, because it’s hard and it makes me nervous and I dunno, I just don’t want to! Like my parents probably have suspicions, but I’m not “out” to them. There’s no reason, like they’d support me and all that, I just… haven’t done it. The thought of any formal sit down or whatever just…. stresses me out? Like I said, I dunno! I’ll make some jokes and have ~indicators of my sexuality all around, but I’m not really “out.” And who knows, maybe I’ll end up with a guy and will have never really “came out” and people won’t really know how I identify. But does that mean I was baiting anyone? No. It means things are complicated. 

And one of my best friends definitely identifies as straight. But she’s on the board of the LGBT organization too, and worked at Lambda Legal, and has pride stickers too. Lots of people probably think she identifies as LGBT too. But she doesn’t. She’s just an ally who actually shows up and does stuff for the community. She doesn’t constantly declare her sexuality, because that’d be weird! I’m skeptical of allies who need to constantly reaffirm their straightness. Someone thinking you LGBT is not a bad thing. Reaffirming straightness while claiming to support the LGBT community isn’t really helping, it’s continuing to perpetuate that it’s bad to not be straight. So is she queer baiting anyone? No.

Think about how messy all my feeling are, which just exist in a small vacuum of my life, and then put it onto the stage of literally millions. Harry has 20 million followers on his social media account! People track everything his says and does. If I find the idea of addressing my sexuality stressful and complicated, imagine what it might be like for him. So if he does identify as LGBT (and loving women doesn’t make him not LBGT! there are more identities than just gay or straight!), and he feels comfortable making jokes and waving pride flags, because it’s reaffirming to him and also reaffirming to LGBT fans, then great! It means a lot to me and I’m glad he’s comfortable doing it. If he’s not comfortable saying “I’m not straight,” for any reason, I respect that! And I get that like holy crap, I can’t imagine the stress he’d feel.

And if he identifies as 100% straight, then he’s actually done what I want allies to do. He’s reaffirmed the validity of LGBT people and supported causes and been there during the bad times and the good times, and made tons of fans feel more welcome, loved, and safe. And he did it without making it about him, without making it “I’M NOT GAY BUT.” He did it just to do it.

One more final note, before I wrap up this essay: I also think the idea that it is bad that Harry could be choosing not to come out for career purposes is really, really harmful. It may be that Harry/his team/those close to him came to the decision that at this point in his career, explicitly coming out wouldn’t be wise. There is still so much homophobia out there. I could blame him 0% if he made that decision and it was largely a strategic one. It doesn’t undue the constant support he’s shown in ways that are still explicit, but don’t involve “coming out.” And people make the decision to not be out at work all the time. It’s shitty and I wish it wasn’t the case, but it is. LGBT people have to make active choices about whether or not to be “out” all the time. The world’s more welcoming than it used to be for LGBT people, but it’s still… not all that welcoming. There is ample evidence for that. I would never expect Harry to come out just to make me happy, if he didn’t feel it was the right decision for him at this point. Everyone can have their own feelings and that is allowed, but you can’t project your feelings onto a real human making decisions in a landscape of potentially complicated feelings and difficult situations and get angry when they’re not following what you want them to do. Life is tough, and I really do think Harry is doing his best to be here for the LGBT community, whether he is explicitly part of it or an ally. 

anonymous asked:

Hi Mister, Okay so I would appreciate your perspective on this... I think my boss knows that I'm a submissive/little but I'm not entirely sure. When ever I get my work done to his liking he says "that's a good girl." AND he doesn't laugh when I'm being sassy he just looks at me and presses his lips together as if he's refraining from doing it saying something. He will also speak in length with me about all things Disney. Is this all in my head? Do doms typically act this way in public too?

ahahahaa..ahaha.hahahaa….. ahem.

Now,

Let me preface my words with a true story from Mister’s diary:

I remember plain as day when she walked into the library. Scattered.. emotional… confused. Her spirit frantic, searching, clamoring for any sense o relief and safety it could find.  She had all the traits that my inner being had been so well trained to recognize. Right down to the way she moved.

My heart grew an inch and so I approached her, calmly and gently in the way I would always when I became awakened to the kindred soul among me. 

“You need me” I gently said to her. The look on her face of shock was amazing as her spirit awoke to who I was. She didn’t know what to say to me, so I gently reached out and touched her little wrist. 

“It’s going to be ok, you’re safe with me. Tell me what you are wanting to do”

I solved the problem she was having and then invited her outside for a chat. We spoke about many things for the span of around 45 minutes.

3 weeks later she was kneeling in front of me eager to fill any desire I had.

- Perspective -

Now, for me to say your boss is a Dom or Daddy is difficult because I dont know the full context of your workplace, how you present yourself, or if he has somehow investigated you and found your profiles and what not.

What I CAN tell you, is that advanced Dom’s and Daddys like myself pride themselves on both self awareness and behavioral recognition. When I was first coming up as a Dom, my mentor trained me in non verbal behavioral recognition skills. Recognizing your sub/littles needs and wants through simple behavior right down to the way she greets you, and also communicating on a full cerebral level without words. 

In fact, you could line up 50 people today and I could choose every single one of them that identified as a submissive without ever speaking a word to them. I’ve done it several times… and even today, I can tell when one is bothered or off simply in the way they say hello through a text.

three of my in person subs became such simply from my ability to look at them from across the room and immediately make a spiritual connection with them.

IF… this is the case with him, then congratulations. Though I would absolutely NOT recommend you pursue a relationship, because he is after all, your boss and source of your income.

But… for all intents and purposes, he does sound quite like myself and how I might act if I was still that kind of position. 

I was just speaking to someone about this yesterday… the spiritual component to our lifestyle that many often bypass because they dont even know it exists or how to nurture it in the first place.

My last sub… I could completely control her in a public crowded room with simple eye movement and gestures. with a simple look she knew exactly how I wanted her to be, what to do, and how to do it. Because I had trained her to connect with me on a spiritual level. Those in this lifestyle, who are truly genuine, we all have.. as cliche’ or cheesy as it may sound… kindred souls that cry out to each other beneath the surface. 

Its the same reason my first mentor recognized it in me and woke me up and its the same reason that IF.. he is a Dom and in tune with himself enough, that hes seeing it in you.

You’re Who?

Originally posted by aitorspektor


TEASER FOR THE NEXT IMAGINE /SERIES!

Title: You’re Who?!

A/n:  WAZZUP! Im so happy to be back and writing again! so sorry y’all for the big hiatus, but noW WEre back!  yAy

Warnings: none yet since this is just the teaser


Life wasn’t easy for a hero, you knew that and still you somehow managed to keep it all in balance. From dealing with the flirtatious speedster to your day job with the most adorkable nerd ever, you realized that you were lucky enough to have everything under control. Although your social life was quite dull from all the heroics you still tried to find time for some normality in your life.

Your powers were not the easiest to manage either. You seemed to be connected to every form of plant life, feeling their energy coursing through your body. Every time a tree was cut down close to you it felt like an itch. The plants told you that this force  connected you to all plant life.  This force that the plants spoke of, it gave you the ability to manipulate and communicate with plants in incredible ways, though often you lacked the control you needed to use your abilities to your full potential.  When you became over- emotional or scared your powers went into overdrive. You started requiring less food and more time in the sun. You were still discovering parts of your ability everyday. And thats why some people  on the meta task force thought you were dangerous. Your lack of control.

“Yes Iris, I will be over for dinner later, Ok see you later, bye.” You said into your phone. After hanging up, you set up a phone alert to remind you that you had dinner at the Wests’ tonight, as they had invited you to meet their long lost sibling Wally. You said you would go out of support for Iris,oping that there wouldn’t be any trouble tonight.

In your opinion, the one bad thing about being a hero was the lack of free time. Whenever you and Iris would get together and have lunch, it was always interrupted by some meta-human running wild. Once there was a night where you were out for fifteen hours straight, that had been a fun one to explain to Singh. One of your abilities was to photosynthesize, which helped immensely after those long nights, although it never beat a good night’s sleep or a big meal.

You put your phone down on the counter and started getting dressed. Sunlight made its way around your apartment, golden rays hitting every one of your plants. You finished getting dressed and walked over to the windowsill. The plants hanging above your head swayed in the gentle breeze as you soaked up the sun. After grabbing your bag, you locked up and briskly walked to work.

As you arrived at the CCPD, you bustled up the stairs and into the lab. Barry was busy working with the centrifuge as you put all of your stuff on your desk.

“Whatcha working on Barr?” You asked cheerily.

            “The Madison Case,” he responded, leaning down as he checked the settings for his sample.

“Which one is that?” You asked, your head tilting to the side..

“Basically, there was a robbery at J Madison Bank and a Meta ran away with more than sixty percent of the cash in the bank. They got in a fight with that new urban legend. Thorn, I think they call her,” said Barry as he continued to fiddle with the centrifuge.

“Okay, well, what’s the problem then?” You replied.

“Well the issue is the Meta that got the cash was apparently part shark. Witnesses say that the other Meta, Thorn, was part plant. Neither blood sample is reacting to any of the tests I’ve tried so I can’t get a DNA match…” Barry said, trailing off defeatedly.

“Huh, have you tried putting the half-shark sample in salt water? Maybe because it’s part shark, putting it in its natural environment might reveal the DNA so that we could try to get a match.” You suggested.

“Ok then what about the other one, the one that’s part plant?” Barry asked, looking up at you.

“I don’t think we should mess with it,” You quickly responded.  Barry’s brow furrowed, confused at your suddenly sharp tone.

“I mean the Meta who tried to stop the half-shark is just a myth, right? I don’t think we should waste our time with an urban legend. And until we get orders from Singh to go after all Metas, I think it’s ok if we push it to the side,” You continued.

“But Thorn she’s rea-” Barry tried to interrupt but you cut him off.

“Barry, you sound like Iris and the Flash it-”

“Bu-bu-but the Flash does exist, so who’s to say that the Thorn doesn’t.” His fingers flitted through the air as he talked, his face going red with frustration. He tried to collect himself by looking out the window, mumbling on about how Iris was right about the Flash. You started to listen, but quickly tuned him out as you heard a desperate cry from across the room.

It was the venus fly trap you got Barry for his birthday. He didn’t have a pet and you had thought he could use someone to talk to when you weren’t around. It was crying to you, begging to be healed. You responded mentally, reminding it that it was to dangerous to use your powers while Barry was in the same room. However, you knew that you couldn’t leave its cries unanswered, so instead you did the next best thing.

“Hey Bar, have you checked on your venus fly trap lately? She looks a little frail.” You called out, interrupting his train of thought. He sparked up quickly.

“Uh I haven’t given it any miracle grow in a couple days, maybe that’s it?” He asked, his face scrunching up.

“Miracle Gro? Are you trying to kill the poor thing!” you said incredulously. You reached under your desk, pretending to grab something. Instead, you created spores from your skin and put them in a plastic baggie before taking your hands out from under the desk and handing it to him.

“Give her this, twice a week, preferably in the-,”

*Morning!* The plant interrupted.

“-Morning, right when you get to work.” You finished.

*Your welcome,* you thought to the plant.

*Thank you,* she replied half heartedly.  You watched as Barry sprinkled your spores onto the plant. As you watched the plant perk up, you felt a sudden boost in energy.

“See, she already looks better,” You said, quietly proud of yourself.

With love,

-Psycho

Wild Kard in LA [Hi-Touch Experience]

Okay so first of all, I was nervous as hell. This was my first time going to a fanmeet, and it was also the first time I was going to be able to have the hi-touch experience (shout out to Charmaine for being the real MVP and scoring P2 tickets). I was trying not to think about the hi-touch thing throughout the fanmeet because I really wanted to focus on what K.A.R.D was doing on stage. They were amazing (understatement of the year btw), and, if I have the time and have collected my mess of a mind, I might do a post of the whole fanmeet. I am going to be putting together a video of all the videos I shot though (so if you’re interested, look forward to that later). Okay so legit getting to the hi-touch thing. Charmaine and I were like in the last row of P2 for the lower seating (we were Orchestra Left), and we were watching P1 do their photo thing which was amazing and funny (K.A.R.D is sooooo nice and chill. They deserve all the love they’ve been getting and more!!) K.A.R.D fans are amazing as well. Like some girl had a J.Seph sign and was standing next to him and doing a heart with him, but her sign was upside down. ALL of the fans sitting and waiting started to yell that her sign was upside down, so that she could fix it before the photo got taken. She and J.Seph looked so confused which was funny and cute, but in the end they understood what we were all yelling and motioning her to do, and she fixed her sign in time! (K.A.R.D fans looking out for each other is A+++++). Alright so they got through the P1 photos, and some of the P1 people got to stay because they also had P2 benefits; the rest had to leave immediately (security was super strict about that.) So then SubK started the hi-touch. They went row by row sending people up. Some people like ran by and high-fived the members and others sort of took their time (which was fine because why wouldn’t you). Since we were all the way in the back we had to wait a while for them to get to our row. THEN THE ROW IN FRONT OF US BEGAN HEADING DOWN. I thought I was gonna lose my head. I was starting to get even more nervous than I already was. THEN THEY SENT OUR ROW DOWN. I SWEAR THE WHOLE WAY DOWN MY MIND WAS RACING AND I WAS FREAKING OUT BECAUSE WE WERE GETTING CLOSER AND CLOSER TO K.A.R.D. The SubK people were so nice and everything. They were making sure we didn’t run and were telling us to watch our step because the stairs had this big space between each step. (I feel my heart racing as I’m writing this. What is wrong with me?)

The order was: J.Seph, Jiwoo, Somin, and at the end was B.M. As I was walking up it felt like time slowed down BIG TIME. Like the space between the stairs and where J.Seph was at felt really far. I was being really conscious of not tripping because, as most of my friends know, I tend to trip A LOT. THEN, AFTER WHAT FELT LIKE AGES, I GOT TO J.SEPH. NOW LET ME TELL YOU! J.Seph is so GORGEOUS up close. Pictures do not do him justice! He has flawless skin, and he’s just so HANDSOME and GORGEOUS!!! My soul was snatched. J.Seph’s taller than me, and I was wearing my WILD KARD hat (it’s such a nice hat), so he bent down a bit to get to my eye level. I DIED MULTIPLE TIMES THAT NIGHT AND THIS WAS ONE OF THOSE MOMENTS. It felt like he was staring into my soul! The boy has such pretty eyes. Like how does someone like him exist IDK! I WAS SHOOK! Literally all I could say was ‘Thank you.’ Like that’s all my mouth would let out. He firmly met high-fived my hand, and he smiled (my heart melted) and said ‘Thank you’ back to me. HIS VOICE is so nice and soft too!!! Also his hands? SOFT. SO SOFT.

After J.Seph was Jiwoo. OH MY GOD. SHE’S A CUTIE PIE! She had a bright smile on her face, so I couldn’t help but to give her that same smile back (my mind was working overtime in this moment trying to process).Like Jiwoo is a goddess! She’s so BEAUTIFUL! Her eyes are super bright and happy too! She leaned forward to meet my hand (she has such pretty hands too btw). It was a nice and firm hi-touch. Like she had such up beat energy that I was vibing off of, and in the brightest voice I have ever spoken in (like this shocked me how my voice changed) I just said 'Hi!’ I couldn’t think of anything else to say (and it’s not like I could’ve said much anyways since it was like a quick two second hand touch and move on sort of deal.) BUT SHE SAID IT BACK WITH ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL BRIGHT SMILE! (I died again here.) Jiwoo’s voice is also so soothing. Like it’s nice and rich, so I’m just in love.

On to Somin. I was still on this giddy high from Jiwoo, and that carried over to my hi-touch with Somin. ANOTHER GODDESS! She is so damn pretty (like K.A.R.D is killin’ it in the looks department, if you think otherwise, FIGHT ME). So I’m over here smiling like an idiot in front of Somin because I can’t do much of anything else, and just like with Jiwoo I was like 'Hi!’ in the brightest voice that ever did come out of me. Like Jiwoo, she said it back to me with a bright smile. Now let me tell you: her smile is so beautiful. Like she is a beautiful person. AND HER VOICE! Her voice is so light and nice! It’s like a feather like voice (does that even make sense idk?? but it does in my head haha). It made me even more happy. My hi-touch with her was probably the shortest though (idk why I felt like it was a bit longer with J.Seph and Jiwoo).

Finally we got Matthew, B.M., Big Matthew. MATTHEW FRICKEN KIM. The whole day I had been thinking about what I would say to him, if I could say anything to him. I had a couple of things in mind, but my mind was so scrambled by the fanmeet and by the fact that I was about to see him up close that I forgot anything I had thought of. HE LOOKED FINE AS HELL! Like that guy is so GORGEOUS too! AND HE’S SO DANG TALL!! I reached about the middle of his chest I think, so I had to tilt my head up a bit to look at him (also my hat blocked his face so I had to tilt my head up more). His eyes are so nice. SO. NICE. I reached out to high-five him, and ended up clasping his hand instead of just giving him a high-five. HE RETURNED THE GESTURE (I almost cried)! His hands are so large too in comparison to my own, so I was just losing it already. B.M’s hands were rough too, which is something that I really liked? I don’t know if that makes sense to anyone, but I liked that his hands were rough; maybe that’s just me though. Anyways, as I held his hand I blurted out, “I love you man!” AND THEN I DIED AGIN BECAUSE HE GAVE ME THE SWEETEST SMILE EVER. His smile is like heaven on Earth. It was so warm and nice, and his eyes turned into crescents, and I was dead AGAIN! He said 'Thank you’ in the most gentle voice too. MY NIGHT WAS MADE. Then I left the stage, and my mind was still not caught up with the fact that I had just met K.A.R.D. It honestly still feels like a dream.

K.A.R.D is a group that I have fallen for so fast. They’ve become my favorites in record time, and they’re probably the first group that I’ve liked this quickly. They’re all so talented, and they really demonstrated that through the fanmeet. AND THEY’RE SO CHILL! Honestly, K.A.R.D is so relaxed, laid back, and they give off the most welcoming vibe. I can’t wait for their official debut. I can’t wait to see where life takes them because I know they’re meant to be great. I hope we international fans will get many more opportunities to see and engage with them. I also hope that they continue to receive love as they move forward and grow because they deserve every single ounce of that love and a hundred times more!

Also thanks to SubKulture Ent. for organizing all of this, and for allowing us the chance to turn up with K.A.R.D! It’s been real!!

its-the-thieving-magpie  asked:

You said Anti is one of the best figments; so what makes a good figment? What makes a bad one? What is it that you like/admire about Anti despite you harping on him?

“There is no such thing as a bad, or good figment. The concept of good and evil does not apply to those who cannot make a choice on how they work and exist. When there is conscious choice, evilness is the decision to go against the laws and ethics of society, and to wish ill upon someone because they can. A figment does not go against anything without direction, and the very core of their being is dedicated to one sole purpose alone. Just because I have violence in my blood does not make me evil.”

Dark’s jaws extended and clicked together rapidly. The clicking sound for a moment was shatteringly loud, but it was soon muffled by the closing of his lips pressing together.

“Anti is a gifted figment. He’s talented at what he does and he knows how to use his capabilities for himself and for others in the same swoop. I do not like anything about him, but I admire his drive and excessive energy. He never stops moving. He never just rests.”