i can't be the first person to make this joke right

Hogwarts Headcannons
  • Give me Dean, muggleborn that he is, imitating Steve Irwin in Care of Magical Creatures class, much to everyone's confusion except for Harry and Hermione who are. On the ground. Unable to breathe. And refusing to explain why.
  • Give me Harry, demisexual that he is, realizing that the reason he can't stop obsessing over Draco is because Draco is the one who saw - and subsequently disliked - 'Harry', and not The Boy Who Lived. Realizing that Draco was the only one to first talk to him for HIM, in that robe shop, and not his parents or fame (because even Ron and Hermione did that at first). And thus, leading to him randomly starting crying in the middle of lunch and claiming he's doomed, much to everyone's fear.
  • Give me Seamus, pyro that he is, super happy one Christmas when Hermione buys him a book on fire caution, flammable materials, and elements such as magnesium. Thus afterward, the mysterious fires that have always happened are far more safe and controlled.
  • Give me Luna, wonderful airhead that she is, being stared at as, calm as anything, she waltzes right into the Slytherin common room and starts talking to the mermaids like its absolutely normal. A first year drops a book he's staring so hard, because HOW DID SHE KNOW THE PASSWORD. Draco just sighs, gets up, goes over to her, and offers her tea.
  • Give me Draco. Who looks on as Neville offers Harry rhubarb pie that he made himself, as Harry stares forlornly at his Treacle Tart, and makes and annoyed sound. "Dammit Longbottom he hates bittersweets." The Slytherins stare and Pansy just mutters "How do you even know these things. Merlin, help him realize."
  • Give me Parvati, who is being constantly mistaken for her sister by Ron, who panics and screams "IM A LESBIAN" when it gets to be too much.
  • Give me Ron, who stares wide-eyed from a distance whenever he sees Padma from that moment on for a full week, until Padma flips out too and hexes him. Parvati awkwardly wonders why Ron starts getting scared whenever she tries to approach from then on, since she knows Ron doesn't have problems due to that sort of thing from how he handles Harry.
  • Give me the thirty or so of the school's Muggle-raised, who made the mistake of showing their folks howlers, and react accordingly whenever one of the families sends one that is just a recording of Rick Astley, or High School Musical, or spoilers for Doctor Who. And the Wizard-raised just... staring... in fear... watching their savior and multiple other students as they run around screaming and crying in an absolute panic for some reason even though it was a different student that got the weird howler.
  • Give me Harry, whose hair surprises people by being dark red like his mother's when in direct sunlight. And usually at the Weasley den they're inside, but one day Harry joins them outside for a picnic, and Molly is so confused about where Harry went to then has do do a mental tally of her children.
  • Give me George, who in the midst of the final battle, hit Lucius with an Anaticula curse, so that every spell he tries makes a duck instead. And the Death Eaters are just so confused. "Lucius... is that a duck?"
  • Give me the Gryffindor common room. The new first years suggest Monopoly for game night. The entire room goes dead silent. One first year tries to ask what they did wrong. "Never mention that game again," is the only response they get. "But why-" "NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR. WE NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR." Their brave upperclassman Neville yells, trembling. Hermione starts crying. Harry goes into a panic attack. Ron whispers, "There are many reasons we don't talk about sixth year. If The Incident had been the only thing that happened, we would only not talk about The Incident. Many things happened that year. Thus, we do not speak of that year, or of that game."
  • Give me McGonagall, who struggles to control the cat population, because while students are told to have their cats fixed you know not all 100 students that brought cats did so. Her curling up around a litter that lost their mother to illness. Training them to stalk the corridors. Albus had his ways of getting information, and hers is the spy network of cats.
  • Give me muggleborns singing everything from Phantom of the Opera to Katy Perry in the corridors. Singing We Will Rock You to a pureblood who disses them for it. The purebloods thinking the weird songs and their tunes are some kind of Rite of Passage and fleeing whenever a muggleborn student starts singing. Altering song lyrics. "I throw my ferret in the air some-times, singin EEEEEEEYO, this is DRAAAAAACO!"
  • Give me muggleborns that are really confused about the whole quill instead of pens things, throwing transfigured pokeballs in Care of Magical Creatures, the band students bringing kazoos and harmonicas and the wizard-raised students that are just so confused as to how those things even work, because it must be some sort of air magic, right??
  • Give me muggleborns making entire conversations out of pop culture references specifically to confuse some Slytherin who just called one girl a Mudblood. "These are not the droids you were looking for." "I'm right on top of that now Rose, I promise." -jazz hands-
  • Give me muggleborns with Patronus that are things like Pikachu, velociraptors, the quiet Canadian transfer student with a moose patronus the size of a SMALL HOUSE, the one whose is a angeled-out Castiel, the one whose patronus is the democrat donkey and another the republican elephant and the two, previously best friends, become mortal enemies rivaling the fame of Harry and Draco.
  • Give me muggleborns hugging each other before break, promising to 'call' each other, trading weird codes, how they can't wait to go for 'sushi' or planning that trip together to 'disneyland' where they can go flying?? But no one's allowed magic?? Or flying?? And the wizard-raised think that somehow, shockingly, these children totally new to our world have developed a way to cheat the system??
  • Give me muggleborns who are fully aware that the anti-tech wards were made when, like, radios barely even existed, much less cellphone towers and microprocessors, so while they can't turn them on inside the stone school walls there's this group that Harry joins constantly that just sit there in silence staring at these tiny things and sometimes randomly laughing hysterically, and every now and then standing and just running all the way across to the other side of the lake all at the same time with no signal whatsoever. The purebloods are terrified of this frequent happening.
  • Give me Harry, Hermione, Dean, and Justin from the D.A, muggleborns they are, doing a movie night every week to help the D.A. relax and bond. They re-start this after the battles, during eighth year, with several other people such as the returned Slytherins joining in. The entire year they play things like Tangled, The Breakfast Club, Brave, Lion King. But then the last four weeks, they announce they don't want to mislead everyone that everything is all fun and rainbows. The last four movies are My Sister's Keeper, The Shining, Marley and Me, and for the last week, a marathon of the entire Jurassic Park series.
  • Give me Hufflepuffs, who secretly are very relieved to be the 'normal' House. Jocks over there, know-it-alls over there, goth wannabees over there, now lets go camp out by the kitchens we're gonna need it to survive the next seven years like this.
  • Give me Ravenclaws who are so done with the riddles when they stumble back at midnight after having fallen asleep in the Library. "What's the truth?" "THE TRUTH IS THAT I WILL SET YOU ON FIRE IF YOU DON'T LET ME IN."
  • Give me the Trio, who use the Marauder's Map to find the most absolutely ridiculous routes to class, knowing every single one of the shortcuts. It's not odd for them to simply appear out of the ceiling. One day the new first years try to follow them, to learn the school better, but it doesn't go so well because then they try to go through a disappearing wall the Trio just did they instead run headfirst into it, and the next time they do behind a tapestry, down a waterside, around some sort of tower, causally past an entire doorless room full of bats, and somehow come out on the complete other side of the castle.
  • Give me Draco whose just completely had it with Harry's staring and confronts him, like they always do, and Harry just blurts out that he likes Draco's new haircut and can he touch his hair, and Draco so shocked he lets him. "Potter stop treating me like a cat I'm evil remember? Bloody hell have you gone daft?!" "But... it's soft..." "I hate you." But he just can't find any anger over this, so there's like no venom whatsoever in it and Harry can't stop giggling.
  • Give me Ginny, who can't stop giggling as Luna confuses the fuck out of an entire crowd with her way of speaking, and who during seventh year could 100% get away with insulting the Death Eaters because of the way she said things. Who after Luna used said tactic to get her out of a Crucio punishment just clung to Luna, shaking, and realizing that she loves Luna so much for this very reason. That there will never be another person like Luna in her life, ever.
  • Give me Harry, who was not really well educated while living at the Dursleys, who couldn't read very well but was wonderful at sneaking around, little tricks like hiding things, and loved music. He taught himself magic tricks, and MERLIN ALMIGHTY THIS 11 YEAR OLD KID HAS MASTERED VANISHING SPELLS, WHAT, HOW, and Percy, uptight prefect he is, just looses it.
  • Give me Ron walking in on Harry talking to some random snake in their dorm room, laughing like the snake said a particularly good joke, tipping his head and smiling as he responds, the python slowly curling up his arm to rest over his shoulder. Ron freezes, stares, and then slowly backs away, closes the door and stands there staring at it for a full half hour in absolute horror.
  • Give me the rest of the D.A. walking into the Room of Requirement and hearing screaming, Dean shrieking that he's going to murder someone, Hermione crying, Justin cursing like a sailor yelling for everyone to stop, and the rest panic and run around the corner and there the four Muggle-raised students are. With some sort of odd device in their hands. Playing Mario Kart.

anonymous asked:

doesn't mod s call herself a feminist? she can't be muslim and a feminist, islam is a male dominated religion, women have to be constantly oppressed. it's disgusting how muslim women are treated

Well, first of all, I’m use they/them, but thanks so much for misgendering me!

You wanna talk about how Muslim women and and woman-aligned people are treated? Fine, we can talk about that.

We can talk about how the Quran was revealed in 632 AD, saying how women are equal to men. (“And their Lord responded to them: ’…be you male or female - you are equal to one another.’” [Quran 3:195])

We can talk about how in the 16th century, western men were still debating if women had souls.

We can talk about how in 632, the 1st century, Muslim women had the rights to choose who to marry, to divorce, to work, to educate and be educated, to have their won inheritance, to their own land and property, to have their own businesses, to participate in combat, to half their husband’s wealth, to have their own opinions, to have custody of their children, and on and on and on.

We can talk about Muslim women’s right to have a voice in government. Tell me, when did the USA give (white) women “equal participation in the political process,” or voting? 1920. Muslim women have had that since 632.

We can talk about how Pakistan, Bangladesh, Indonesia, Turkey, Kosovo, Kyrgyzstan, and Senegal have all had female Presidents or Prime Ministers. How 1/3rd of Egypt’s parliament is female. How in the lovely USA, we haven’t even had a women vice-president yet.

We can talk about the hijab, niqab, abaya, and burqa, how they’re mainly worn to protect women from leering men, and to allow women to interact freely in public without people being able to judge their bodies or looks and only having their minds and personalities to make judgements off of.

We can talk a out how the Western world has twisted our clothing into “women have to cover up because they’re indecent!” and women and feminine-presenting people get attacked and have their coverings yanked off, either because of Islamophobic hatred or misguided attempts at saving us.

We can talk about how I’ve had my hijab ripped off twice, both times by white men, once outside my community’s masjid (the Muslim place of worship.) And oddly enough, my clothing didn’t stop me from breaking one of those men’s noses when he went after my sister. Just like it’s never stopped me from going to school, or playing sports, or doing anything a white woman or woman aligned person could do.

We can talk about how outside of the masjid, where men and women are required to cover their heads, I’ve never once been made to wear a hijab.

We can talk about how the only people who have lectured me about dressing modestly were non-Muslim teachers and other educators.

We can talk about how people want to preach about how Muslims think women are indecent, when western schools freak out when a girl shows her shoulders.

We can talk about my cousin who once made a joke about women belonging in the kitchen and how out of thirty people in the room, the only person who laughed was his white friend. How his father immediately corrected him.

We can talk about how the first university ever, the University of al-Qarawiyyin, was founded in 858 by Fatima al-Fihri, a Muslim woman. How despite that, the summer I was thirteen and taking extra courses at the community college, an instructor praised me for joining even though “I know Muslim parents don’t let girls have higher education.” I had to look her in the eyes and ask who she thought was paying for my classes.

We can talk about the Prophet Muhammad (s.a.a.w.) who denounced all forms of enslavement of women, and assisted women in issuing their rights to exist freely.

We can talk about people who rush to condemn Muslim men for hurting the “defenseless” girls, then turning around and making jokes about raping and hitting women.

We can talk about the “saviors of Muslim women,” talking about how they’re so oppressed, they don’t get to make their own choices.

We can talk about how these people completely ignore anyone who says they’re wrong and call them brainwashed. Because of course millions of women have been coerced into believing in a tradition that views them as subservient, what other explanation is there?

We can talk about how patronizing and infantalizing this is, how it denies Muslim women and woman aligned people agency and puts our “saviors” on a pedestal. “We need to be their heroes! Because obviously they can’t fix their problems without the aid of white people!”

We can talk about how it’s true that Muslim women suffer from misogyny. How there are Muslim men who think of women as lesser, how some Muslim women are forced to cover themselves and marry. Because guess what? There is no culture that is exempt from misogyny and sexism, gender discrimination is a problem everywhere. But you cannot call an entire culture and religion inherently misogynistic, that is in no way true. 

We can talk about how somehow there’s this incredibly untrue idea that Western cultures have “progressed forward, and sexism doesn’t exist here, only in other countries and cultures.”

We can talk about how if people want to help Muslim women, all that is needed is for them to listen to us and follow our lead.

We can talk about how Muslim women and woman aligned people do not need white people to save them. We have always been capable of helping ourselves.

There are a lot of conversations to be had about the treatment of Muslim women, if it’s something you want to discuss.

But the thing is? People who talk about how oppressed Muslim women are generally don’t.

You want a deflection from your misogyny, “You think I’m bad! You should see how Muslim girls are treated.” You want an excuse for your Islamophobia, “We need to criticize Islam, they treat women awfully!” You want justification for western imperialism, “These wars are necessary! We need to save the poor girls!”

You don’t care about Muslim women and women aligned people.

Stop pretending like you do.

- Mod S

BTS|| Mafia!AU|| You’re pregnant and try to run away

❦ Anon asked: Could you do a bts mafia reaction to when they get you pregnant and you try to run away but they find you? Thank you so much!!!


Jin

With a loud BANG! you closed your suitcase. It maybe was a little too much, but you couldn’t care less about it. You had a big problem and it seemed like the only thing you could do, was to run away from it. The last two day you would meet your toilet every two seconds, only to vomit the last thing you ate. Since it was this time of the year, you thought you just were infected, until a good friend of you asked you this one question. And now you knew it. And you know that your small dream of Bonnie & Clyde was over. You could never raise a child with your current lifestyle, and so you had to do it.

 Two hours ago the test smiled at you with a +. Since then you packed your stuff, wrote him a letter and called your sister to inform her that you would live with her for the next days. Everything was settled and you stood in front of the main door, your hand on the door knob. But you hesitated. Could you really leave him like this? He was the first person to make you this happy, even though he killed people. But, no. You had no chance. 

*piep,piep,piep*

The electronic lock on the other side of the door unlocked and it opened. There he was. He was just as surprised as you were, with a look of inquiry. Till he saw the suitcase.

“What is this?” 

“I-I’m…I mean I-….I need to go.” And with that, you tried to pass him. What a stupid idea. 

He grabbed you and pushed you against the now closed door. 

“Y/N., I want an explanation. Now.”, he said through gritted teeth.

And then you broke.

“I-I’m pregnant. Do you hear me? I’m pregnant with our child. But I didn’t know what to do. We can’t raise a child. Jin I-” he stopped you by holding you tight.

“Did you really thought I would leave you alone with this?”

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anonymous asked:

I can't stop thinking about the moment when Lucretia meets the boys for the first time during Moonlighting and sees them up close for the first time in ten years and realizes just how much she has really changed them and just how badly she has damaged Taako in particular

sigh. SIGH. god. why do you anons keep coming into my askbox with the exact situations i am obsessed with thanks for enabling me, darlings.

yeah! like! jesus. i dont think lucretia was able to keep track of the boys consistently - and she probably didn’t realize just how badly she had fucked ‘em up and how much the interval of time and what had happened to them….also fucked them up.

let’s fuckin talk about lucretia, who stares across her office at three of her very best friends in existence (here is merle, who patched her up a thousand times on a hundred worlds; here is magnus, who taught her hand-to-hand; here is taako, who teased her about her lack of cooking ability and taught her to make an omelette). And they look the same and they look different, they’re beat-up and wearing faerunian clothing instead of red jackets and they look at her like she’s a stranger, they stand like they’re wary, like they don’t quite trust each other or her, there’s no easy familiarity. she wants to wrap them in a hug, she wants to tell them she missed them.

but instead she speaks to them with the dramatic professionalism that people expect out of Madame Director (and she slips up, of course she slips up, how can she not? this is her family), and they speak back, and the dissonance increases. They’re different. There’s something wrong.  

Taako tells her that he’s an idiot and she’s startled enough to contradict him and he dismisses her with an easy humor, and that’s wrong, taako was always fiercely proud of his skills, him and lup, they were fuckin prodigies, they were two of the smartest people lucretia has ever known.

Her friends keep telling her that they’re incompetent. She doesn’t know what has happened to them. She wonders whether this is her fault. they’re all surface-level jokes and banter, but there’s no heart. they talk about destruction like it’s commonplace, like it doesnt matter (and by the end of the century, it was normal, but the first few worlds had wrecked all of them)

She offers them the test. Which of you is the smartest? Which of you is the strongest? And the bravest? The answer seems obvious to her — but they pick differently. and she knows they are not the same people she recalls in her memory.

…okay so pseudo-fic over, but i still have Thoughts so this answer is just gonna keep going the text train does! not! stop!

like. ive talked about this maybe a thousand times but christ, imagine lucretia realizing how much she royally fucked taako over. because magnus and merle get most of their childhoods intact, right? everything up until the journey. merle’s like a whole goddamn adult when the story begins, and so is magnus. but taako? taako gets lup erased. and i think it’s sufficiently established by the canon that lup and taako were, for a long time, both the biggest influences on each other and the only constant things in each other’s lives, and to take that away, like christ, no wonder taako’s furious at lucretia in the finale. here’s ripping out half his mental architecture, here’s getting rid of one of the lenses through which he perceives the world.

because well, the relationships you have as a kid and the way you learn to interact and socialize with others when you’re young define the way you end up interacting with people for the rest of your life, to some extent. so. of course erasing lup erases a lot of who taako is.

i think lucretia probably realizes this pretty quickly after the boys join the bureau – magnus and merle are a little off, but they’re a relatively straightforward extrapolation of the men she met on the starblaster, just arced in a different way. but taako? taako isn’t even like how she remembers him at the beginning. taako thinks he’s stupid, taako is mean, taako is careless and thoughtlessly cruel and refuses to care, taako is still immensely likable. but. there’s something absent there. and its not like he was a saint before, there’s superficial similarities between the man he was before and the man he is now, but once lucretia starts poking at the whole construct she realizes that he’s working from a completely different mindset than she remembers. i think she feels really bad about this. i think once taako remembers he’s not sure how to feel about the person he is without lup.

im probably overdramatizing. but. jesus. you know?

Love for the Signs
  • Aries: You try so hard to show your bulletproof vest to the world, but why is it every time they shoot, you bleed? Sweet Aries, you keep tying yourself to the train tracks without telling anyone, but whenever that train comes, your noble heart is crushed under insecurities' wheels. You'd rather watch yourself bleed out than ask from a giving hand. Your heart is too pure and your intentions are too raw to hide from others. Dear Aries, you are worthy of vulnerability. Exposing yourself to others does not and will not make you weak. It can only give you power.
  • Taurus: My sweet, dear Taurus, you are radiant in your glow and the person who ever told you otherwise is a damned liar. You pick their words off of sunflowers and dress yourself in their pedals, but Taurus you must let yourself see the flower as a whole. You sew the vibrant pieces to your heart without realizing that half the flower is already dead and now you are attached to something that no longer has life. You thrive in the grandeur of nature and having death fastened to your insides drains your once fluorescent glow. Something you once thought was so right, is now wrong. Admitting your faults will only let your heart breathe.
  • Gemini: Oh, the vivacity of life you hold within you my exuberant Gemini. You live two lives at once, you're a stimulated bolt of youth while simultaneously being a fallen heart always one finger away from an anxiety attack. Sometimes my dear, we can't see you with your forged facade. Do you even know which face you may wear today? It's an unconscious action, you feel both sides so you are able to be both sides at once and the others call your blasphemies. My dear, stop trying to suppress half of yourself in order to accommodate to their needs. Love both sides, then you may feel whole.
  • Cancer: My darling Cancer, are you still in bed holding your chest waiting for them by your window? You stand at the corner of their hearts holding a sign for hire "needed to be needed, loved to be loved" but didn't anyone ever tell you no one will ever love you as much as you do? If you move your hand from your chest, i promise you darling your heart will not fall, it can only grow. Your empty spots are not fatalistic, they are opportunities to be filled with the daises you picked from your garden. So let go sweet Cancer, let go and let in the fresh air of your beautiful aspirations.
  • Leo: I love to watch you paint as you delicately carve your love into trees you wish to lay under. You dream of peace but only seem to land on a pile of stressful need. Your heart is too big for them my sweet Leo, your heart is too pure and genuine that it often consumes you. They call you prideful but don't they know its because you already gave your heart to them and watched them squeeze its evergreen beauty? Your pride is not bad nor is it rotten or grim, it is an example of your standards. They broke your heart once and you'd be a fool to let them break it twice. Hold your head up high dear Leo, but remember to look down every now and then.
  • Virgo: You order ORDER itself and when it doesn't listen to you, you deteriorate into shambles. All you ever wanted was to help the ones you love, to give guidance for those who can't see past their eyes. Your detailed eye does not go unseen and your hidden heart will not go unfelt. You are the face of sacrifice, genuine in your quest for perfection but you must realize that you do not have to suffer. My sweet Virgo, you've come to know many lovers but have yet to know yourself. The ocean may seem infinite but you are far from the bottom, you may use your thoughts to drown yourself or you may use them to float. Your Mondays handwork with a heart full of integritY, but please my beautiful Virgo, let yourself breathe and enjoy the release of a Friday afternoon.
  • Libra: Dressed in black and red stained lips, you are lady lust herself playing both sides through stolen sips of wine. You hand out pieces of your heart in perfume masked gift baskets and then at night you hold yourself and wonder why you feel so empty. You have an exquisite soul my dear Libra, but you must stop walking around in the graveyards at night, trying to bury your feelings won't keep them from coming back alive. You fell in love with love itself and now the queen of the equilibrium can no longer keep balance. Sweet Libra, you are worthy of a voice but you must first speak to be heard. Stop using others affection for you as a measure of your worthiness, you must sit in silence and wait for what you cannot change.
  • Scorpio: Oh my dear Scorpio, how long has it been since you felt secure? Your jealous rampages are the result of your fractured loyalties and now when you do hold trust they often crush it in your hand and you're left to watch it fall through your fingers. You cannot manipulate another to love you. You are not tongue tied, you are delicately planned words with secret intentions hunting the truth you never wanted to know. My beautiful Scorpio, you must realize when to let yourself be. You haunt yourself with the action of others, but what they did to you does not define you, and it will no longer control you. The clever mind of a Scorpio shall not be wasted on the weak willed.
  • Sagittarius: The adventurous Sagittarius, which walks of life have you danced with today? You sing with the stories of tomorrow and live with the spontaneity of today, but you must realize that life is painted many different tones; it's wingspread freedom, but it's also storms of serious. Honesty is a virtue that we all thank you for, but my dear Sagittarius the integrity of others is not a joke you can recklessly play with. You are the embodiment of optimism cloaked in yesterdays ambition and tomorrows hope, you are beautiful in your wisdom. But life must be taken from all sights, you are the king of experiences, so dearest Sag, let yourself experience your emotions.
  • Capricorn: My dear Capricorn, you are grand in your restless hunger for the mountains peak. Rushing up the mountain side, trying to make it in time for the sunrise where you wish to lay in the hands of another sipping victorious wine. And although that sunrise will be magnificent in it's symbolic accomplishment, you must realize that missing it isn't a catalyst to your defeat. Although achieving hard works ambition is glorious, your hands are now ice and your heart isolated. This fight to the top may be easier alone, but who will hold you at the end? Remember, with every sunrise there is a sunset, both are qual in their beauty.
  • Aquarius: You are a blessing to tiresome routines while dressed in fortified independence. They can call you bundles of hand me down labels, making you a character to fit into their games but you will rebel to the noise and continue your crafts. But you see my sweet Aquarius, being a voice for the good, your beautiful detachment to judgement is also your biggest hamartia. Others are attracted to the impressions you plant and grow attachments while you disengage when you feel restricted. You must realize others do not break from their emotions so easily, your actions often leave scars. Let yourself be sedated by others, having emotions run deep is fatal but my dear Aquarius, you will never feel more alive.
  • Pisces: An extravagant castle, you are the magic that lives in all of us. The purity of your heart whispers divine compassion, constantly giving love to passing creatures. You live with not only your emotions, but you hold the hurt of everyone around you, you feel their tales of travesties. And my dear Pisces, when all you can do is feel floods of yours and others hurricanes, you escape back to your castle with locked gates. But my sweet Pisces, you must understand that you cannot live in that castle, you cannot wash away ruthless pain with sun dried whiskey and vindictive vodka. Your creative soul is magnificent, so never stop drawing your castle, never stop exploring the depths of your imagination, never stop having empathy, but you can't stop living.
The white road

I am 24 when my doctor tells me that I was abused. She doesn’t tell me what happened to me, or plant any memories that weren’t already there. She takes what I have told her and she puts it all inside those six letters, that one word.

Before she takes my memories and gives me that word, I tell her that I have made the appointment because I want to know why I can’t stand being touched. I tell her that I’m 24 and I’m sick of flinching when shop assistants hand me my change, just in case their fingers brush against my palm and there is that fire again, the one that rushes up from my bone to the membrane of my skin any time it comes into contact that I wasn’t expecting. I tell her that I have been trying to do this properly, from dating to everything else, and it’s like I’m blocked. It’s like I’m missing a piece of myself that makes me an adult, or perhaps even a human, and I don’t know where it’s gone.

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Vlogger Confessions

Youtuber AU where Simon is a daily vlogger and Baz has no idea what his roommate is always filming.

For @snowbaz-feda

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]


Part 4

We’ve been avoiding each other for the past week, and it’s weird. He’s been out of the house pretty much the whole day, seems like we are back to when he was ashamed of vlogging in front of me.

I’m currently in my bed, trying to read a book but I can’t focus, I can’t keep bloody Snow out of my mind. So because I’m weak and I miss him, I decide to catch up on him.

Apparently I’m only a couple of days behind on his vlogs, he didn’t vlog on the first few days after his live chat.

The one that I’m currently watching, he’s saying sorry, that he just decided to take a few days off.

What’s up with him? He’s out in the beach, but he doesn’t seem to be his usual self. Even when he goes to that coffee shop, that we usually go eat scones, he’s smiling but he’s not happy.

The third vlog which was two days ago, is a short one, and Snow mentions that he noticed people in the comments asking what is wrong with him, he tells them not to worry because he’s fine. Which clearly is a lie.

I decide to check the comments, I never read them because they seem rather pointless, but in this video people are discussing theories about what happened. I read my name in there and what the fuck? One of the top comments is saying, that we had a fight because of the chat, so that’s why Simon looks so broken.

Hold on, they think I’m the one that caused this? People are all agreeing that I must have said something to upset him. That I didn’t like hearing about Snowbaz. Which no, I totally support it, I want it to be real more than anyone.

Instead of replying anything stupid, I decide to check his video of yesterday called we need to have a chat. He went with Penny to some meeting, with a few fans that won a competition, but now in the vlog, it’s night and he’s in bed.

“I had so much fun meeting everyone this afternoon, but I think I need to make something clear, I noticed some comments about Baz and even this afternoon people asked me what happened between us, but he did nothing wrong, so please don’t make him the bad guy…”

He takes a deep breath and passes his hand through his hair, he’s looking so broken right now, “It’s not his fault how I feel about him and you guys notice things, but we were never more than friends so please leave him alone, he never asked for any of this” I pause the video.

Did Simon just said he had feelings for me? Is this a fucking joke?

I storm into his bedroom with my laptop.

“What the fuck Snow?“

He jumps at my sudden entrance and blinks stupidly at me “What.”

I go back a few seconds and press play.

“Stop…” he mumbles to his knees.

I’m so pissed at him right now, why didn’t he said something sooner “Do you mean it?”

He whispers “Just drop it Baz, please.”

I sit on the edge of the bed near him, “Look at me, do you mean it?”

He’s still looking down and I need to see his eyes, I need to make sure this is real, that I’m not fucking dreaming. With my hand I raise his chin up, and when he looks at me he just spits it out angrily “Of course, why would I-” I don’t let him finish, I just kiss him.

Simon has his hand on my hair and he’s pulling me closer. The kiss is getting sloppy and desperate and it’s perfect.

Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this since the first day I saw him.

**

Later on, we are cuddling in his bed watching silly videos when I tell him, “I still can’t believe that I found out, that you liked me back in one of your vlogs.”

“I know, Penny is gonna love it. She kept saying that I should just talk to you, but I thought that there’s no way you liked me back.”

“Why did you said it in your video then? You know that I watch them.”

“Well…” He starts blushing.

“Oh, no way….Snow, you didn’t.”

“I tried to tell you in person, but it was easier like this.”

“You confessed your feelings in the vlog so that I would watch it, you’re ridiculous.”

He shrugs “Yeah well, It worked didn’t it.”

I put my hand on his neck to bring him closer. I kiss his moles one by one, making a path to his mouth, then I kiss him slowly on his lips and when we stop for air I whisper, “It did.”


(see my snowbaz fic masterlist)

||Part of this really happened, though I improvised a bit.||
  • Person who has only seen Durarara!! Anime and admits to being too lazy to read novels: Why would anybody like this guy? *posts gif where Izaya is saying*"People are my playthings."
  • Me: There are reasons I like Izaya: For one, he's intelligent, charming, cunning, has class, cares for and values his friendship with Shinra in his own way even though he has trouble with empathy(something I relate to), and despite everything, he's just a human even though he's able to bring down an entire organization like Amphisbaena. Not to mention I'm pretty sure he's jealous of practically everybody he comes into contact with. Shizuo, Mikado, Shinra, even Celty.
  • Me: He punches a telephone pole upon realizing he'd be betraying his only friend by normal human standards.
  • Me: And he was neglected by his parents emotionally. That's a very typical cause of personality disorders, just so you know. It's not entirely his fault that he is the way he is. Just saying. But I enjoyed watching him outsmart Amphisbaena. And I really like reading the novels for his philosophical views. Plus, he's kind of agnostic and fears death more than anything, something I can relate to.
  • Me: Haha his hand was literally swollen up because of slamming it into the telephone pole. But you know what happened when his sisters expressed concern for his hand?
  • This-
  • Mairu tilted her head and asked as she saw his right hand, “What happened, Iza-nii? Your right hand looks swollen.”
  • “...Health (Are you alright)?” Kururi looked at him with worried eyes.
  • Izaya stroked her head with his left hand and lied with a sigh, “Yeah, I got this when I was running away from Shizu-chan.”
  • “So you deserved it after all—”
  • “Keep yourselves away from muscle idiots like that one. Or you could die, you know.”
  • The siblings continued their conversation as they disappeared into the city night. The city, which took in everything it was offered, absorbed their talk into its nightly cacophony as it did any chit-chat within any normal family.
  • -
  • That was from the ninth Durarara!! Light novel.
  • But what was even sadder was the scene before that -
  • The twins flanked Izaya as he began walking, a bitter smile on his face. Mairu, who was on Izaya’s right, raised her face to look at him and said in a natural tone, “Say, Iza-nii. We know that you probably don’t treat us any differently as you treat other people, but keep in mind that we still think of you as family, OK?”
  • “All of a sudden you’re saying things that would actually make me happy. What happened?” Izaya felt that the line didn’t sound like Mairu, who usually told him to “Die!” and highkicked him when she saw him. He glanced at his sisters’ faces—and saw that they were smiling innocently back at him as they continued.
  • “So, if you get killed by Shizuo-san, Iza-nii, we’ll make sure to cry a little bit for you before we laugh about it.”
  • “Small (Just a little)...”
  • “...I was a fool to expect any family love from you.”
  • Izaya chuckled and walked faster.
  • - Also from LN 9, I have no clue why it wasn't in the novels. It really should have been. Especially the scene where he actually punched the telephone pole. But another reason I like Izaya is because not only is Izaya changing, but Narita himself said, "I have a feeling there was a scene where he cried, but he didn't let the readers see."
  • Somebody else: There are many reasons that make me like Izaya Orihara, like his fascinating personality, but that doesn't mean I think of him as a good man ¯\_(ツ)_/ ¯ I love it anyway
  • Person who has only seen the Durarara!! anime:
  • *throws in lame ass argument about what 'bad' things Izaya has done, without arguing, even though the argument could go both ways, considering he did take down Amphisbaena, and took Jinnai Yodogiri's corporation, giving Kasane Kujiragi back her freedom.*
  • Me: He's neither good nor bad. Most people can't be classified as either. We're all selfish in our own ways, and have a dark nature down deep that makes us want to test people at points. But without proper nurturing that can become harmful by nature, and it can consume us.
  • Somebody else number 2: The funny thing is that most people fail to recognize that they are of equal good/bad scale to Izaya without realizing it. It's only because Izaya is presented as an antagonist going against the common societal view that he is seen as a villain. Anyone that stands out against what is accepted is seen as bad because that is what we are taught at a young age to believe.
  • So saying that you hate Izaya because he is evil or bad is playing into those accepted, ingrained, and common beliefs.
  • Person who has only seen Durarara!! anime:
  • I don't have to like Izaya. I don't agree with you, and I don't want to argue about this. Izaya is pretty terrible. He started a whole war for fun, and told a girl to commit suicide. Any Shinra was just assuming when he said that Izaya has a fragile heart. Shinra is just some underground doctor(me: that doesn't know what he's talking about)?
  • Me: You don't have to like him, but you can't just deny canon. First off, he didn't want to start the war entirely for fun. He's an atheist/agnostic, and is terrified of death more than anything. The novels outright called Shinra, "his friend, the first person to see through Izaya to his true nature.". And Shinra described Izaya's 'true nature' as being more human and his heart more fragile than anybody else. Nextly, Shinra isn't 'just' some ignorant doctor. He has the potential to be the most manipulative character on the show if he really wanted to, and he's not ignorant. He's actually fairly insightful and observant, even when others aren't even though he ignores them because he only cares about Celty. Even Tom seemed weary of Shinra, implied by the novels.
  • Somebody else 4: Whether you like Izaya or not doesn't matter, because it's not just interpretation, it's canon, so in other words, you're just ignoring facts to justify your hatred for him.
  • Person who has only seen Durarara!! anime:
  • I mean he could made different choices and it could have turned out better.
  • Person who has only seen Durarara!! anime: I think Izaya's the worst one because he started the war.
  • Me: The same could be said for pretty much every single one of the characters, who all have done some pretty bad things, and crossed over things Izaya never would. *points out Shizuo's non justification for his hair trigger and how if it weren't for Simon, Shizuo could have killed somebody. Points out Ran's joking about raping both Saki and Mikage, as well as his abuse towards his brother, not to mention what he did and threatened to Saki(though he is jealous of the love Aoba receives from his parents, and the natural leader role Kyouhei has), points out Anri's hypocrisy in siding with Saika just because she saved her, points out Masaomi's cowardice(even though he has his really good moments), points out how Izaya saved Saki and multiple other girls from abusive situations, and especially Kuon's sister's experience with Izaya and how they can't properly seem to live without Izaya, points out the fact that, in reality, Mikado stabbed Aoba because he wanted to fulfill his ego, as well as the fact that he shot off a gun and caused a spark in the Awakusu-kai, points out some of the things Namie and Seiji did, not to mention Shinra's manipulative nature. Above all, points out all the trouble Nasujima caused and the terrible things he did(to Haruna and her family especially), as well as Jinnai Yadogiri sending Vorona(serial killer for fun at first, likely because of neglect) and Sloan to kidnap a child and do who knows what with her, considering all that Jinnai did to Ruri(also serial killer, but less for fun and more for revenge to get back at those who killed her parents)(not to mention Jinnai doing experimentation on her), though killing still starts to consume her because she feels freedom by doing so), Adabashi beating Shinra to a bloody pulp(though not apparently as bad as Shizuo has supposedly done to Shinra in the past, according to Shinra himself)(after which Izaya had Izumii break Adabashi's leg broke and kept him in his apartment for three days until he managed to escape.)* I'm not going to even go into Shizuo beating up a guy for simply questioning the purpose of life and telling him to go die, or the things Vorona, Shinra, Walker, Erika, Aoba, Rokujo, even Celty,(probably)Simon, and many others have done. Because every character has flaws and weaknesses that make them human. Minus Takashi and Jinnai Yadogiri, everybody has a least one person they have an attachment to of some sort and can feel a little closer to than others, even if they won't admit it, mostly everybody has unhealthy obsessions, Izaya nonetheless. But most everybody is changing, Izaya has even took the huge step of NOT calling Shizuo a monster, and instead admitting that Shizuo is just a man that distanced himself from humans. If that alone is not an improvement for him, I don't know what is.
  • Person who has only seen the Durarara!! anime: *obviously didn't read much of anything* Eh, Izaya's not good, and I just can't find it in myself to like him. If he were a real person, I might sympathize with him a little bit, because he could find help, but he's just a character, and there's no real justification for why he is the way he is.
  • Other person who has only seen the Durarara!! anime:
  • The anime is made for you to interpret Izaya however you want.
  • Somebody else number 4: This is why people need to read the novels. There is more to Izaya than what is portrayed in the anime.
  • Me: Plus, both the anime and manga is there to promote the original sources, so, naturally, they are going to leave out stuff, because they want you to read novels.
  • Somebody else number 5: Izaya isn't evil. He's not a sociopath. He's not a psychopath. He's not a troll. He is indeed only human and only wants a little more in his life than sitting on a bed and binge watch anime. There's so many reasons to like him <3
  • Me: While sociopath can be a generic term used for people with delayed or limited empathy(due to trauma)(unlike psychopaths, who are just born that way), as far as I know, sociopathy can still be detected in brain scans, because their brain still works and is wired very similarly to a psychopath. Either way, I honestly don't believe Izaya is either. I believe that he's just a human with a normal brain like both of his brain scans suggested.
  • Somebody else number 6: I honestly love hate him, but mostly I hate him, but I gotta admit he's a hot bastard.
  • Me: You're kind of missing the point, but whatever. He, just like anybody, has a side to him one can hate, but he also has a side to him that makes him a very complex character. The way he views things are so fascinating and he really opened my eyes to certain things. I can relate to his philosophy, I can empathize with his feelings about humans, and especially his hatred/jealous of Shizuo(having grown up with a brother that acts much like him, just to a less extreme, not mention I've experienced some domestic abuse, so I don't just like him for his looks alone(even if he is pretty good looking. Like I said, he's charming, cunning, shrewd but with class, is kind of funny at times, has views on society that I personally understand, is jealous of a lot of people for various reasons which I can also relate to. Despite being a mere human, he uses his wits to get out of dangerous situations, and to take down corporations like Amphisbaena and Jinnai Yadogiri. He has a an amazing ability to turn the tables when one least expects it, and wonderful flexibility as well. Unlike Shizuo, who has super strength, or Mikado who has close confidants he can truly rely on, or Celty, who can use her shadows and many others, Izaya is just a human(though he's jealous of every one of them, not forgetting Shinra, and doesn't actually want to be acknowledged as himself.)
  • He's an incredibly written character in the novels, but ultimately one I can relate to in certain aspects, including the feeling of loneliness, and feeling fear at the one he called his '(only)best friend' being mad at him. It honestly frustrates me when people bash him, or ignore the things that make him who he really is.
  • Izaya isn't a sadist, he just wants answers. And he's an emotional masochist at it's finest, possibly a chaotic neutral, and both an Anti-Villain and Anti-hero(though maybe a little more on the Anti-villain side at times). Also, lastly Izaya didn't "convince girls to commit suicide". In reality, he saved them in the novels(even if it wasn't really his intentions.) Ryo didn't happen. Izaya didn't cause the blood splatter. Because Manami and the other girl were the last two he messed with, and it clearly said that nobody he met up had actually went through with it in the end.
  • Person who has only seen Durarara!! anime:
  • *has already abandoned conversation*

g-ayj  asked:

What's it like being an animator for your career? *someone currently working towards a degree in animation*

Oh gosh, the infamous “what’s it like” question… where do I even start?

First of all, it’s a lot of work.  Don’t let the whole “art career” thing fool you – it’s easily as much work as, say, a career in law, but the workload is of a much, MUCH different nature.  If you genuinely enjoy animation, it’s a dream, ‘cuz that’s LITERALLY ALL YOU DO all day.  If you’re only halfheartedly into it, though… it’s a nightmare.

I’ve said this to people before, but I’ll reiterate it here: a career in animation is only for you if animation is literally your life.  It’ll drive you nuts if it’s any less than the thing you enjoy the absolute most, because I won’t lie to you – it’s INCREDIBLY tedious, and again, it’s A LOT of work.

Not to mention, you do have to be careful – there are some studios and clients out there who will take advantage of you, especially if you’re fresh in the industry or just out of college.  Always do your research on a studio or client first, see if they have any history with other employees in the industry, and know the value of your work.  Never work for any less.  (There’s a studio right in this area that’s notorious for underpaying its employees, and I’ll be happy to name it to people privately – just not publicly.)

Now, that all aside?  If you really do love animation, this job is a dream.  The pay isn’t exactly the highest, but it’s the work that makes it worthwhile.  At the end of the day, no matter how infuriating the shots you’ve been given, you’ve spent the whole day bringing something to life, and you get paid to do it.

The studio is full of like-minded people, and though interests and personalities vary widely, you’re all here for the same reasons, and you’re all on the same team making one final product, and when you get to see what you’ve made all put together… the screening days are my favorites, man.  Everybody’s so happy to see the episode done, and we’re all laughing our asses off at the jokes we’ve already heard a million times, just trying to get the lipsync just so.  And good gravy, when That One Shot comes on screen and it turned out so perfect, people cheer.  It’s surreal.

It’s wild, and I love it so so much.

reticentseiko  asked:

How about a fluff scenario with Ignis finally deciding to get surgery for his eyes (I'm assuming there is a way in this world) with the persuasion of the guys and while he's recovering, he ends up falling for the nurse that is assigned to his room? Even though he can't see her, he is enamored by her personality and the sound of her voice. By the time his eyes have recovered and he can see, albeit blurry at first, just seeing her for the first time is more than what he could have ever asked for.

The Sound of Your Smile

Ignis x F!OC
Word count: 1853
SFW

Some Ignis fluff, coming up! This is sort of an AU, I suppose? Under the cut because it’s kinda long. Also, in this one-shot, Noctis is still alive. Enjoy!

Tagging @iinkpools because Ignis. And reasons.

Ignis was certain of most things. He knew that a perfect cup of Ebony took ten minutes to brew. He knew the sound of his friends’ voices distinctly, and the small quirks that gave them away. He also knew that he would never regain his vision.

Or so he thought.

“It’s possible,” the doctor had said, touching the scarring around his eyes. “It’s going to take a little bit of healing magic, and some very delicate corrective surgery, but there’s a chance that this could work.”

Ignis shifted from where he sat on the doctor’s examination table. “What is the percentage of success, doctor?”

“Why does it matter?” Gladio’s voice came from his left. “You’re already blind, what else could possibly happen?”

Ignis heard a smack, and Prompto’s voice rang in his ears. “Dude! A little insensitive, don’t you think?”

“Let’s hear it, Doc,” he then heard Noctis say. “What are the chances this actually works?”

Ignis could tell that the doctor was shifting slightly. Possibly from discomfort.

“About thirty-five to forty per cent.”

There was a pause. “Seems awfully low,” Prompto said, sounding a little nervous.

Ignis shrugged slightly. “We might as well go ahead with the surgery. Gladio’s right, there is nothing at this point that could possibly get worse. If we go through with the surgery, there’s a slim chance that my vision could return, and that is a chance I am willing to take.”

Noctis patted Ignis on the back. “We’ll be here for you no matter what, buddy.”

The surgery was schedule for a week later. The doctor that had done the consultation had offered to do it free of charge because of all Ignis had done for the Crown, as well as his connection with King Noctis as well. Ignis was grateful, albeit nervous.

“You don’t have to worry about a thing,” the doctor told him as he laid down on the surgery bed, covering Ignis’ mouth with a mask to put him to sleep. “When you wake up, everything will be different.”

When Ignis came to, he had bandages wrapped tightly around his eyes. His head was resting against a set of fluffy pillows, unusually soft for a hospital, he thought to himself, and had his blankets tucked up to his waist. He could hear the steady beeping of his heart monitor beside the bed, and felt the clamp that registered his pulse on his left index finger.

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” he heard a voice say. He turned his head slightly in the direction it came from. The voice belonged to a woman, sounding to be in her mid-to-late twenties. It was soft and delicate, the kind of voice that could ease any mind in the room. Ignis gulped.

“Yes, I suppose so,” he replied, mentally kicking himself for sounding so foolish. He cleared his throat, asking the question that was burning in his mind. “How was the surgery?”

“It was successful,” she replied, a smile lilting her voice. “Doctor Masika wanted me to apologize on his behalf for not being present to deliver the news, but he was needed in emergency surgery. I’m going to be your nurse during your recovery. My name is Adeline.”

“Adeline,” Ignis repeated, letting the name roll off his tongue. A faint smile crossed his lips. “It’s nice to meet you, Adeline. My name is Ignis.”

“I know,” she joked. “I read your chart.”

Ignis chuckled, and felt himself blush. When was the last time he’d actually blushed? He felt a little silly, being entranced by just a voice. He shook the thought out of his mind.

“How long will I be in recovery for?”

“Two weeks, perhaps?” Adeline replied, flipping through Ignis’ chart. “It says here that you’re to remain on bedrest for the first few days, and then you’re free to roam the hospital with an escort. We just want to make sure your eyes are fully healed before you try opening them, because it was such a delicate surgery.”

“I’m amazed it worked at all,” Ignis confessed. “Admittedly, I was not expecting for the news to be in any way positive.”

“Doctor Masika is an excellent surgeon,” Adeline agreed. “I’m sure he’ll be around later on to speak with you.”

Adeline changed Ignis’ IV and excused herself from the room, gently placing her hand atop his and giving it a light squeeze before saying goodbye. Ignis didn’t have much time to be alone with his thoughts though, because soon his friends were barrelling in and asking him all sorts of questions.

As the days went on, Ignis got used to the routine at the hospital. Doctor Masika came in and explained the recovery process in greater detail, and his friends would drop by and visit. But as time passed, Ignis came to realize that the person he’d look forward to seeing—so to speak—the most was Adeline.

She was shy at first, and kept things very professional. But the more Ignis spoke to her, the more her personality started to show. She would often sit with him during her lunch break and bring him food that she’d cooked at home so that he wouldn’t have to consume whatever bland meals were served at the hospital. She was a good cook, and promised to share her recipes with him once he regained his vision.

He also learned that she had become a nurse because of the ten years of darkness that had taken over when Noctis was absorbed by the Crystal. She said that she wanted to help people, and that there were so many friends and family members that she had lost to daemons that she never wanted someone else’s loved ones to have to endure that same pain.

The first time he made her laugh, he made a silly pun.

“Damn, I’ve gone and broken my pencil,” Adeline huffed as she was filling out more information on his chart. Ignis couldn’t help himself.

“Writing with a broken pencil is pointless.”

After a moment, Adeline burst out laughing, letting out a bit of a snort, and coughed as if she was embarrassed. He thought her laugh was adorable, and made a mental note to make her laugh more so that he could selfishly hear it again. “Wow, Ignis,” she chuckled, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. “That was terrible. I needed that.”

Ignis grew to admire her very quickly, and that thought scared him.

Did he only care for her because she was his caretaker? The thought crossed his mind that maybe it was just because she was in close proximity, and that she was kind to him. But he thought about it a little more, and disagreed with the idea. He’d grown to know her over the past few weeks, and she’d shared with him stories that she swore she’d never admitted to anyone before: stories of her past, her deceased parents, her missing friends and her deep-seated fears. He’d told her much of the same, and he realized he hadn’t opened up to anyone like that in…well, his entire life.

Whenever her skin would graze his, he could feel his heart begin to race. He prayed to the Six that the heart monitor didn’t give him away, and he often had to take deep breaths to ensure that his heart rate returned back to normal.

“Only one more day left,” Adeline said, checking his chart on the next to last day of his hospital visit. “Are you excited?”

“I suppose,” Ignis replied, which was half-true. He had a thought on his mind and weighed the consequences of his words before finally answering. “I am excited to see if my vision has truly returned, but…admittedly, I’m afraid that I’m going to miss being around you every day.”

The room was quiet. The soft beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound that pierced the room.

“Ignis…”

“I understand that I’ve overstepped my bounds,” he said carefully, folding his hands in his lap. “I apologize if I’ve made you uncomfortable.”

He was expecting to hear the door open and shut, leaving him alone with his foolish thoughts. What he didn’t expect was to feel a hand come to rest on his cheek a pair of soft lips gently pressing against his. The kiss was over almost before it began, too quick for Ignis to reciprocate. But when she pulled away, he still found himself breathless.

“I’ve been feeling the same way,” she admitted sheepishly. “I thought I was being stupid for falling for a patient…but I like you. I really do.”

Ignis definitely heard the heart monitor pick up on his racing pulse. Adeline chuckled.

“Let’s get you through your recovery first, yeah? We can figure out the rest later.”

Morning came too soon. Adeline arrived to help Ignis take off his bandages, telling him that the doctor had another emergency surgery to attend to, so it was just the two of them. It was a slow, nerve-wracking process as Adeline unwrapped the bandages from around Ignis’ head. Once they were off, she peeled back the gauze that covered his eyelids.

The heavy scarring was still along his left cheek, but some of it had managed to be scraped away where his eyelid was to allow for it to open properly.

“Open your eyes,” Adeline instructed, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Ignis slowly opened them, his eyelids fluttering as his vision tried to adjust to the sheer amount of light in the room. Everything was blurry at first, and his head throbbed. He knew it was because he hadn’t seen the light of day in years, and so he would need time to adjust.

Eventually, he managed to fully open both eyes, the room slowly coming into view. Ignis felt tears pricking the corners of his vision as things slowly became clearer and clearer. With his heart pounding in his chest, he turned to Adeline to gaze upon her for the first time.

She smiled at him, her hands clasped in front of her as if she was in silent prayer. She had intelligent, almond shaped eyes, a small, round nose and plump lips. Her straight hair was long and dark, pulled up into a bun with a few strands falling in front of her eyes.

“You’re even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined,” he breathed, and she let the tears fall down her face. Ignis reached over and brushed them away, pulling her to him. He sat up in the hospital bed and she hugged him close, stroking the back of his head as they cried together.

She pulled away for just a second, holding his face in her hands.

“Ignis,” she said, her smile growing wide. “Your eyes…they’re green.”

He kissed her right there in that hospital bed, pouring all of his heart and soul into their embrace. He could finally see the world again, and the smile on Adeline’s face was a sight that he never wanted to be without for the rest of his days.

anonymous asked:

help i need help!!! i'm on season 2 ep 5 rn, and i really want to like lance but i can't :(( i just find him annoying and obnoxious and i don't know how to like him. please help?

Don’t worry, but I am so sorry this is probably going to be long…

Lance has many qualities that I endear, he’s funny, intelligent, selfless, and quite frankly he is the heart of the team. “The blue lion is… it seems to be the lion that I most associate with like, holding the team together. There’s something about teamwork with the blue lion. Like […] about providing what’s needed at the time, and being flexible, which I think is kind of a little bit of the water element of the blue lion. It ties into being a leg, too, you know. Legs are all about support.” [x]

Lance is honestly one of my favorite characters ever…

Lance is incredibly selfless even in the littlest of ways. In S1EP4 He is able to figure out quite fast that Rover was not the actual Rover thus throwing himself and shielding Coran causing himself to be badly injured then later during the fight despite almost nearly dying, when his teammates are in trouble he emerges from his coma and is able to make an amazing shot at the enemy before passing back out. Another time this happens is in S1EP9, Lance out right believes the castle in haunted and is scared yet when a voice that sounds like Coran cries out for help, Lance immediately straightens up, forgetting all fear to rescue Coran and runs to the source of the voice. Another display of this is when He doesn’t want to worry the rest of his teammates (He excuses himself from the party so he doesn’t sour the mood because he was feeling homesick in S1EP4) which I think is why he rather be known as the person who can lighten the mood/class clown of the team, making it easier for him to bottle up his emotions and not cause unnecessary trouble to everyone.

Lance is actually humble. Lance wants to be seen as a hero, but in reality that’s not who he thinks he actually is. He may want the parades, glory, and to be seen as the best but when it comes down to it, does he think he actually is worthy of it? Not really and that shows in S2EP2 when he is captured by the mermaids and they call him their savior. You can see it in his face, the worry and question because woah why me? You think I’m your savior? I’m just Lance. Then when the mermaids say “We believe you can stop her”, his face shifts into an uneasy expression probably because he doesn’t believe he could actually stop her. “He’s kind of cool, but he’s kind of a goof,” continued Montgomery. “I like Lance because he feels the most human. He’s got those insecurities, but he tries so hard to cover them up. That’s what’s kind of fun about him. He wants to be the cool guy. He wants it so bad, but not exactly…” [x]
In S2EP10, He thinks so highly of all his teammates, complimenting each of them and bragging about them to a complete stranger, but when he gets to himself he pauses and thinks perhaps he’s not as great as how he sees the rest of his fellow paladins. But my gosh, Lance is much more than meets the eye. 

Lance is so smart. Lance in canon is good at reading people and the situation, he has an awareness of others and is able to make pretty good calls. We see a lot of it in the very first episode and more of it whenever Shiro is absent. Without most of us fully realizing, Lance is able to step up his leadership game and is able to give out orders to the rest of the team, and make calm, collected decisions. Lance is able to put one and two together and come up with plans quickly. In S1EP7, He stops Keith from being reckless and hurting the Balmera, coming up with a great alternative plan that is successful, not once, but twice during that episode. “But also, he does evolve. There’s aspects to his character that will start coming more into the forefront as the series goes on. You’ll see him take steps to real leadership material.” [x] And this is only the beginning of the show, we have to remember we only have two seasons released out of the planned six. We still have so much more to look forward to in regards of Lance’s growth.

I love Lance’s dynamic because yes he is a goof ball and he probably doesn’t pick the best times to crack a joke, but he’s exceedingly a talented marksman, and not only the heart of Team Voltron, but the heart of the show itself. I love Lance, not because he’s perfect but because he isn’t. Which is why I think many people project onto him. He’s so human. He is flawed but is constantly growing, adapting, and learning from his mistakes.

chairman-meowth  asked:

What if the mysmes bunch +Saeran +V find out MC has an illness (can't think of a specific example) that meant they were constantly at a hospital (also MC is terrified of hospitals)

A/N: im afraid of hospitals until im actually admitted then im like yeah okay im here, /fantastic/. Also, I tried to be kind of broad and diverse? But I only know like one of these on a personal level so i hope nothing is completely off the wall ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

           -I think he’d be afraid of hospitals as well

           -I mean pet hospitals are different!! That’s for pets! Hospitals deal with people! And he’S A PERSON!

           -He COMPLETELY gets your fear, but he’s gotta be tough for you!!! Gotta be the man!!

           -HE HOVERS OVER YOU ALL THE TIME

           -“MC don’t move, ill get it!” “I’ll fluff your pillow!” “Want a different tv channel?? IVE GOT IT”

           -You’ve been going through chemotherapy but that doesn’t mean you can’t moVE YOOSUNG PLEASE

           -If you cry because you’re scared, he’s there crying with you

           -But!!! He surrounds you with TONS of plush toys, and brings you food his mum he’s made

           -MR. BEAR IS GOING TO PROTECT YOU, MC, HE’S GONNA DO IT!

           -And honestly his innocence is so cute? And gets your mind off of the fear? He’s always making some cute craft thing with you, or telling you all about his LOLOL game (even brings a laptop for you to play with him when he has to go home!!) He isn’t very good at the whole comforting aspect but he loves you and tries so hard for you!! ;A;

*ZEN:

           -He heals quickly and strong

           -You….do not…do that

           -You get an infection and it’s SO HARD for your body to fight it

           -Which often leaves you in the hospital over something like the flu

           -And that makes him SO SAD like omg MC i’d give you some of my healing power if I could

           -You are very vocal about your dislike for the hospital, so he doesn’t have to guess or pick up on subtle hints

           -But he treats you like ROYALTY he refuses to let you do anything for yourself when you’re in there because he just wants to make up for not being able to stop you from getting sick ;A;

           -He sings for you almost constantly because??? You can’t be afraid of anything in this building if all you can focus on is him??

           -He brings his scripts with him all the time so the two of you can waste the day and practice together!!

           -HAVE NO FEARS MC, FOR ZENNY IS HERE. Always watching the doctors and nurses like a hawk, always tries to get you to focus on him instead of anything they’re doing (obviously not if it’s important, then he lets you pay attention). Otherwise there’s a lot of cheek kisses, hand kisses, and just like…kisses everywhere come on it’s zen we’re talking about

*JAEHEE:

           -You’re in the hospital often for breathing problems

           -“Jaehee, it’s because you take my breath away,” you wheeze as she’s rushing you to the hospital

           - mc shut the fuCK UP NOW ISNT THE TIME

           -She loves that you’re able to make light of the situation though

           -That is until you actually get to the hospital, then she’s practically dragging you through the doors because you’re too afraid to go in

           -Too much sadness, too many machines that you aren’t familiar with, the weird feeling of being in a strange place, you don’T LIKE IT

           -But she’s always there to read you a book at the end of the day, with a cozy throw blanket from home, and she’ll bring you some coffee from your favourite shop!

           -She also studies what all the machines and medications do so she can explain them to you and hopefully ease your anxiety!

           -When she can’t be there because of work, she leaves you a stack of books to get lost in so that you won’t even notice you’re there. She’ll text you throughout the day as well to check up on ya

           -She’s small enough to cuddle up in bed with you which is GREAT the two of you watch zen’s dvd’s on her laptop all the time

*JUMIN:

           -???? Why go to hospital when hospital can come to you

           - jumin no i appreciate the gesture but no

           -You’re a regular there because of your heart problems and it breAKS HIS HEART

           - he’s threatened saeyoung a few times because he keeps making jokes like “your heart must of stopped because you saw jumins face” and things of the sort like stOP

           -The first time you had a problem with your heart when you were with him it scared the sHIT OUT OF HIM MC WHAT’S WRONG

           -But he noticed the whole time you were there, you were anxious and always on the verge of tears and Juju will not have that

           -Literally had a room made just for you for whenever you need to be admitted and it looks just like home

           -“It’s your home away from home. Funny, right? MC why are you crying it was supposed to be funny” no its because you’re so swEET JUMIN WHAT THE FUCK STOP

           -He’s sad he can’t bring Elizabeth to console you but he does his best. Always sits with you, petting your hair and kissing you softly

           -His tall ass crawls into your bed at night too so he can hold you like duDE WATCH OUT FOR THE IV YOU’RE TOO TALL YOU DON’T FIT PLS YOUR KNEE IS DIGGING INTO ME

*SAEYOUNG:

           -He knew your medical history, he did do a background check on you after all

           -So he knew that you’ve had frequent trips to the hospital your whole life

           -He did not realize, however, that you’d be this terrified of just visiting the hospital to see Saeran (after the whole mint eye thing of course)

           -It wasn’t very obvious to anyone else how afraid you were, but he could tell

           -You were in a lot of danger when the two of you were saving Saeran and you didn’t bat an eye

           -But the moment you stepped foot in the hospital, you got quiet. When you did talk, you started to stutter and trip over your words. You had a lot of trouble looking around or at anyone  and that wasn’t the MC he knew

           -You explained that due to your weak immune system, you’re a frequent in the hospital. You get sick easily and it hits you hard. But being surrounded by the multitudes of machines, hearing the sad sounds of people losing loved ones, you just couldn’t handle it

           -From then on, every time you’re admitted to the hospital, he brings a back full of different outfits so he can entertain you, and get your mind off of everything that was happening around you

           - mc i’m your doctor im gonna have to give you an exam wink wonk

           -Full of stupid jokes, hand holding, and kisses to the cheek. He is the deFENDER OF JUSTICE and he will DEFEND YOU FROM ALL OF YOUR FEARS. He’s such a dork??? How can you even think about what’s happening around the hospital to freak you out. It was practically like being at home with him around

*V:

           -You immediately told him about your health conditions when the two of you met

           -You unfortunately had to stay in the hospital frequently because of bad epileptic episodes

           -Well, you would go home of course, but some episodes were too risky to go immediately home, so you’d have to stay

           -And you HATED it, like, THIS PLACE ISN’T HOME

           -So every time it happens, he makes it home for you

           -Always bringing you favourite blankets and pillows from home

           -He even tries to bring calming candles so you won’t be as afraid you cant really…light those in here v

           -He’s always talking in such a calming tone that you’re just kind of….relaxed. Please tell me some stories V, lull me to sleep and ease my nerves . He’s always reading fairytale stories to you

           -On days that you’re extra anxious, he shows you videos he’s taken of you, of the RFA, and of random things you love the ones he takes of dogs and you know he does it just for you

           -Overall, he’s just always there to listen to you. You can rant and rave and cry angry tears because you’re so afraid and just want to go home, but he’s there to wipe your tears away and the only home that matters is the one you have with him <3

*SAERAN:

           -He knows what it’s like to be in the hospital for a long time

           -I mean, right after Saeyoung took him from Mint Eye, he was in there a long time to get all of that shit out of his blood stream and all of that, so he kind of gets it

           -When you have to go to the hospital pretty often because your kidneys were weak and almost always on the verge of failing, he freAKS OUT

           -HE HATES HOSPITALS JUST AS MUCH AS YOU DO AND IT’S HARD TO BE COOL CALM AND COLLECTED WHEN HIS LOVE IS IN ONE OF THEM

           -Pulls it together (well on the outside at least) fairly quickly when he notices how nervous you are every time, no matter how often you have to go

           -You’re almost on the verge of tears every time because?? Every time you’re here you’re fairly close to dying and WOW that’s scary as fuck this place sucks

           -But he’s always there for you, no matter what. He might not say much (and nO ITS NOT BECAUSE HIS VOICE WILL GIVE AWAY HIS FEAR SHUT UP MC) but he’s there to hold your hand through it all, and tries to act like wiping your tears is an inconvenience though you know it’s not and that hes just trying to be tough

           -Actually stays up for days at a time to watch over you and make sure everything is alright which makes you feel bad but also really puts you at ease??

           -Like nothing bad is gonna happen because Saeran will pUNCH IT IN THE FACE. That fear? PUNCH IN THE FACE. All the beeping machines? PUNCH IN THE FACE. Doctor comes in the room in the middle of the night and scares the shit out of you? saERAN ITS THE DOCTOR PLEASE DON’T PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE

           -He buys a bunch of sweets- like cake, cookies, ice cream, things of the sort- and pretends it’s all because he wanted it himself but he guesses he can share with you, if it’ll help lift your spirits and take your mind off of the fact you’re in here

anonymous asked:

ciel... how do you like shlav?? he's a... fucking pigeon caterpillar... i seriously can't tell if you're being ironic

I Would Never Ever Joke About Shlav

but okay you wanna know how i like shlav????? here are my thoughts on the bullshit:

slav and shiro both suffered similar fates at the hand of the galra. they’re the only people they know who have the same experiences they do. they both have ptsd caused by direct torture from their galra captors. they’re both hurting.

and at first, they hate each other (or maybe it’s just a one-sided hate). shiro clashes with slav. they don’t know how to deal with each other. shiro wants control, and slav won’t give it to him. one of shiro’s greatest flaws is that he can’t handle not being in control. it’s the only thing that makes him lose his cool. we see it in s2e7 and we see it in s2e10.

but slav can help shiro. slav provides the obstacle which shiro must confront in order to overcome his greatest weakness. he can learn to work past his anxieties and become a better person because of it.

and on the flip side, shiro can help slav. he’s the only person we’ve seen take slav’s anxieties seriously. he gets angry, sure, but he respects slav and his symptoms. he understands him. and through that understanding, he can help.

at the same time, they have the potential to be a power duo. shiro is very headstrong, rushing into battle to punch through his problems with his galra arm. but slav can’t do that because of his anxieties and because of his physical weakness. slav has to work around these factors and do things differently. their differences make up what each other lack, which we also see in s2e10 (here’s my meta on slav being shiro’s right hand man, btw, if you wanna know more about what i’m talking about). slav can be the brain to shiro’s brawn and together they’d be unstoppable (evidenced further in s3e4).

shiro and slav have literally so much potential, both platonically and romantically. they can help each other heal and grow, be better versions of themselves, become an unstoppable force. just because slav isn’t an attractive humanoid doesn’t mean that slav isn’t a damn good character who seriously needs more appreciation in this fandom and in the show.

how i ship them is a slow burn, enemies-to-lovers style couple. they complement each other in a way no one else is able to, and they create a dynamic that’s necessary for them both to heal from their trauma. by putting them together, they’re forced to overcome what they’re most afraid of, and they can begin the healing process. they may bicker and fight sometimes, but at the end of the day, they need each other.

also they look damn cute together i mean??? have you seen some of the fanart??? they’re adorable

Secrets

*Pynch Week 2017, Day 3 Prompt: “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?”

Adam is barefoot, wrapped up in an expensive-looking silk robe patterned with koi fish and lotus blossoms. Ronan knows he should stop staring, especially taking into account the situation they’re in, but he can’t. Adam tightens the belt, pulling the robe close around his lean body.

“Are you mad?” Ronan asks. He can’t meet Adam’s eyes. Instead he focuses on Adam’s hands, which are clutching the top of the robe to keep it closed. He’s flushed from the neck down and trembling. “Adam? Please say something.”

“I’m not—I’m not mad.” Adam’s voice shakes and he takes a deep breath before continuing. “I thought you were coming up this afternoon, when I’m done with classes.”

Ronan fidgets, shoving his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. “I was, but I wanted to surprise you. And I drove all night. I thought I could take you for breakfast or coffee…”

Adam groans and sinks down, sitting on the floor with his back to the wall. He pulls his legs underneath him, taking care not to flash Ronan. Adam buries his face in his hands and continues making distressed noises.

“Adam…” Ronan crouches in front of him and places a careful hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay.” Adam shakes his head. “C’mon Parrish, if I was mad you would fucking know it. I’m not mad. I’m surprised, very, very surprised. But not upset. Okay? I mean, it’s your body and you can—”

“Oh my God, Ronan, just stop!” Adam pushes one hand over Ronan’s mouth. His face is red and his eyes are red and he looks suspiciously like he might cry. “Can we not do this here?”

Ronan sighs, the noise muffled by Adam’s hand. He reaches up and covers Adam’s hand with his and kisses Adam’s palm. He’s always been better about communicating his thoughts with actions instead of words and he hopes that his feelings will get through to Adam.

Of course Adam starts bawling.

“Oh shit,” Ronan mumbles. He doesn’t have any tissues so he pulls Adam to him, pressing Adam’s face to his chest so that his T-shirt can absorb Adam’s tears. He rubs Adam’s back and looks around, feeling weirdly exposed in the empty office.

It takes Adam several minutes to calm down. He says something about needing to get ready for class and Ronan turns away so that Adam can disrobe and get dressed. When he turns back around Ronan is relieved to find Adam wearing his familiar, albeit extremely worn, Coca-Cola T-shirt. Ronan plucks at the hem and Adam shrugs as if to say “what, this old thing?”

They walk across campus together. It’s late on a Friday morning and the big lawn is already busy with students studying, playing Frisbee, and setting up hammocks and beach towels. Adam is distracted but he still takes Ronan by the hand, guiding him through the masses of students to one of the on-campus coffee shops.

“What about class?” Ronan asks.

“I think…” Adam studies the chalkboard menu, choosing his words with care, “that this is more important.” Ronan stares. “What? I can afford to miss a class. Anyways, I would never be able to focus.”

“Sorry,” Ronan mutters. He can’t believe how epically he’s screwed things up by arriving ahead of schedule.

The line shuffles forward slowly. When it’s finally their turn Ronan has no idea what he wants so Adam orders them both chai lattes. They wait in silence for their drinks. Ronan can’t stop looking at Adam. It’s been over a month since they’ve seen each other in person, since their totally ridiculous spring break trip to the beach. Adam’s still as tan as ever, still fit and slender and gorgeous and… Ronan can’t stop seeing him, the way he looked in the silk robe, the way he looked before that…

“Ronan.” Adam elbows him. Ronan blinks and shakes his head. “You were staring,” Adam points out. He’s smiling, just a little, and it makes Ronan’s heart skip a beat. It’s going to be okay.

“C’mon, let’s go to the library. We can talk in one of the study rooms.” Ronan nods and follows Adam to the library. It’s a massive building, four floors, one of which is devoted to study rooms and research cubicles. Adam, being one of the student workers, arranges for him and Ronan to have a study room and the girl who signs the room out to them gives Ronan a not so subtle thumbs up. He pretends not to notice.

The room is furnished with a table, rolling chairs, and a whiteboard. Generic artwork decorates the beige walls. Everything about the room is so neat and devoid of personality that it depresses Ronan on a fundamental level. He grabs the blue dry erase marker and starts scrawling dirty jokes in Latin on the whiteboard. The marker squeaks horribly, emphasizing the silence, their silence.

“You got the verb conjugation wrong,” Adam says, stepping up behind Ronan and using his fingers to erase one of the words. He takes the marker and writes in the proper word. Ronan snorts something that sounds like college guy.

“So… are you going to ask or are you going to make me spell it out?” Adam asks. He sits down on the edge of the table, shoulders hunched forwards, fingers laced together between his knees.

“Well,” Ronan huffs as he collapses into one of the rolling chairs and spins it around a few times, “I could ask why you were naked in front of any entire classroom but I’m pretty sure I know the answer.”

Adam blushes and looks away.

“I just don’t understand why you’re acting like it’s a big deal,” Ronan says. He’s trying so hard to be careful because clearly Adam is upset.

“It’s not a big deal, I mean, being a model for an art class isn’t something I’m ashamed of I just wish…” Adam pauses, takes a deep breath. His hands are gripping each other so hard that his knuckles are white. “I wish that I had told you before. But I couldn’t think of a good way to bring it up and I didn’t want you to get weird about it.”

Ronan twirls in his chair, thinking it over. “Look, it’s not like you were cheating. And I totally trust you so if this is something you want to do I’m not going to say no. Jesus. I’m not that guy, Adam. I don’t want to ever be that guy.”

“I know! But then my roommates found out and they were like ‘oh your boyfriend won’t like it.’ So I got all insecure…”

Ronan scoots his chair over to Adam, moving until he’s right in front of him, hands braced on Adam’s knees. “Parrish. For the love of fuck those assholes don’t know shit about me. You do. Now, tell me, how did you end up modeling in the first place? Not trying to pick a fight but you’ve never struck me as the type—”

“To get naked in front of strangers?” Adam supplies. His mouth quirks up in a brief smile that’s equal parts self-deprecating and amused. “Actually, the art teacher approached me about it. I was helping her last semester with some research for one of the pieces she’s working on and she told me that I have a really interesting face and that I should think about modeling for her class.” Ronan snorts. “Yeah, well, I didn’t think much of it at first. But we talked about it some more and I found out how much it paid and what would be expected of me, and I talked to a few students who model.”

Ronan laughs. “God, you love researching don’t you?”

Adam nods. “It’s what I’m good at. The bottom line is that it’s a good opportunity. It doesn’t interfere with my classes and all the students are professional and respectful.” Adam splays his hands out in front of him, like he’s offering Ronan the answer, spread out on his palms. Ronan presses his hands, palm to palm, with Adam’s. They sit like that for several moments, studying each other, like they can communicate just with their eyes and the touch of their skin. Adam takes a deep, relieved breath, letting it out slowly.

“C’mere,” Ronan says, gently pulling at Adam’s wrists. Adam moves from the table to Ronan’s lap, straddling him, arms looped around his shoulders, their foreheads pressed together. “I kinda feel like I should say something really heart-felt right now,” Ronan murmurs, his breath ghosting along Adam’s cheek.

Adam laughs, “Please don’t.”

“Oh, good.” Ronan’s nose brushes against Adam’s, making both of them grin. “I will say though, I want to see those drawings when they’re done. Might have to pilfer one. For reasons.”

“Oh, reasons? What reasons could those be?”

“Adam Parrish, are you trying to get me to talk dirty to you in a library? For shame!”

Adam’s laugh is too loud for a library. “Libraries are great for dirty talk. Let me just guide you to the HQ section…”

“Are you going to give me more required reading? Is that what this is all about, a ploy to bring me to your domain and bury me in erotica?”

“Oh my God! The Song of Achilles is not erotica!”

Ronan hugs Adam to him and kisses his collarbone. “I’m just kidding. You know I loved the hell out of that book.”

“Uh-huh, come on, you heathen. Let’s get out of here.” Adam grabs Ronan’s hands and drags him to his feet. And just like that their equilibrium is restored. Adam hugs Ronan one more time and whispers in his ear, “Thanks.”

Ronan whispers back, “You owe me a drawing.”

[Closing notes: Adam is a great model! He’s very professional and he can hold a pose for hours, no problem. He just zones out and thinks about Cabeswater or the tarot just like he did when he used to scry. Random personal fact: my college roommate used to model for the art department so I’m kind of borrowing from her experience!]

Time for Mama Sarah to appear

When I first got started in this fandom and first became a member of @innerinnercircle, I was known among the Morana Witches (our network) as Mama Sarah. I got this name because I tried (and sometimes failed) to reign in overenthusiastic smols and drama-thirsty people my own age. It was a joke and an endearing nickname, but it’s always been kind of accurate to how I’ve run my blog and interacted with the fandom. Mama Sarah hasn’t been around much the past few months, because for the most part, she wasn’t needed. But now? I need to bring her out again.

I am absolutely appalled by the behavior of this fandom since the release of ACOWAR. Never have I imagined seeing such vitriol coming out, but here it is. People are literally being bullied off the site because of personal attacks, nastiness, and anon hate. This is NOT how this fandom used to be, and I’m incredibly disappointed. I remember the days last summer when we were proud of ourselves for being “better than the ToG fandom” which had years of ship wars and drama built up (this isn’t a dig against them, just a comparison of the level of wank, as Harry calls it, at the time). Everyone just let one another be, let them enjoy their own ships, and meta about characters. Now, I honestly think we’re worse than the ToG fandom ever was. 

WE NEED TO BE BETTER THAN THIS. 

People are allowed to like or not like the book, and they are allowed to share their own opinion on their own blog. If you don’t like what you’re seeing from someone, unfollow or blacklist them! It’s okay! That’s how this website is made to work! DO NOT send them messages criticizing how they run their blog or, for heaven’s sake, calling them two-faced or making attacks against their personalities! I cannot believe what I’ve been witnessing over the past two weeks. I’m frankly ashamed by some of this behavior. 

Does anyone really feel good about themselves sending such nasty messages to people anonymously? Does it really make you feel better about whatever you’re upset about? This is grade school behavior, guys. There is a BIG difference between constructive criticism or calling someone out for a mistake and calling them a piece of shit or making insinuations about their personal lives. The latter is just entirely unacceptable. 

My follower count is only just beginning to recover from the blow it took before and during ACOWAR, and I really hate to have to make a post like this two days before my big announcement. But honestly, if you think that sending anonymous hate to people, intentionally stirring up drama, or bullying people is okay, then UNFOLLOW ME. That is not the kind of blog I run, and I will not be associated with people who think it’s remotely acceptable. We are all real people behind these blogs, and we should all be treating each other with respect and compassion. I’ve never told people to unfollow me before, but in this case, I pick standing up for what’s right over my follower count. 

I’m probably going to get messages accusing me of preaching, being a snob, or whatever, and that’s fine. I accept those consequences. But standing up for people who have been bullied is more important than that. I’m complicit if I stay silent. 

Also, if anyone has been bullied, know that my blog is a safe place for you to come and find comfort and understanding. It always has been and always will be. 

I’ve loved being a part of this fandom, but I need to put my foot down about this. I know I don’t have the power to control anyone, but I had to say something. Enough is enough. 

I love my kind, sweet followers and those who engage in discussion civilly and with compassion. I love my followers who stand up for what they believe in. But I do not in any way support bullying or vicious behavior. It needs to stop.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a headcannon with the RFA + minor trio with an MC that's got nearsightedness and she's slowly going blind and it can't really be stopped?

Yes of course~ I actually have nearsightedness..but I’m not going blind. Hopefully I did this justice..! I struggled with Seven and Yoosung surprisingly. But I hope I did okay, enjoy! 


Zen:

  • “You can still see my beauty from afar though, right?” He chuckled and you rolled your eyes as you adjusted the glasses propped on the bridge of your nose.
  • He knew that your vision was bad, but it wasn’t until later when you asked him why it was so dark in the living room one night when all the lights were on.
  • So he took you to the doctor and was shocked at the news, and saddened all at once.
  • You told them that it was okay, and that you could get through this as long as he was by your side.
  • When you completely lost your vision..his heart would slightly drop whenever he looked at you.
  • You didn’t know how beautiful you looked everyday, so he would be sure to tell you.
  • “Honey, I wish you could see how you look right now. Your skin is so radiant, and your silky brown hair spilling over your shoulders. The earrings I bought you really brings out the angelic shade of your eyes..”
  • “Zen..”
  • Honestly..he wouldn’t be sure of how to handle it. But you can bet he was always describing the scenery wherever you guys went.

Yoosung:

  • This little bby, he would always be so aware and cautious of you when he learned that you were nearsighted.
  • “Hold onto my arm MC while we cross the street! Uh..”
  • But when he learned that you were slowly going blind he would probably just lose his shit.
  • “Yoosung, don’t worry. I knew this was coming, my vision has been bad all my life.”
  • “If you knew it was coming..then WHY didn’t you get it treated?!”
  • “I tried, it couldn’t been helped.”
  • Would ultimately just feel terrible about the whole situation.
  • He would help you as much as you could and as often as he could.
  • It would take him awhile to accept it and get used to it..but at the end of the day he was always sure to remind you of how much he loves you, and how he’ll never leave your side.

Jaehee:

  • She would automatically go into overprotective mom mode.
  • I know that’s like a cliche for her, but it’s true!!
  • “MC, stay out of the kitchen please..I don’t want you to get hurt. What if your vision fails you while you’re cutting up something? Or if you’re using the stove.. Let me do the cooking from now on.” 
  • I feel like she wouldn’t be that taken back when she learned that you were slowly going blind.
  • Would probably do some research of how to make things easier for you, and help you learn how to read braille. 
  • Always looking out for you..always. And being very attentive towards you whenever you were doing something.
  • “I know..all of this must be very hard for you. But believe me when I say that I’ll be with you until the absolute end.”

Jumin:

  • As soon as he found out you had nearsightedness, he’d schedule an appointment with one of the best eye doctors in the world. 
  • Would do everything in his power to make sure that your vision wouldn’t get any worse and would only improve.
  • He had already dealt with V..he didn’t want to fail again.
  • But your condition was rare, you going blind was inevitable and he just felt so..defeated.
  • The most important people in his life, both have gone blind.
  • I feel like he would take it the worse. 
  • When he took you on business trips, he felt like absolute shit that you couldn’t admire the beautiful scenery to you.
  • Much like Zen (haha), he would take his time describing every possible detail to you, so that hopefully you could vividly envision it in your mind.
  • Since you had lost one of your senses. he would make sure to stimulate the others in the most pleasing way.
  • The penthouse would always have the best scent, he made sure you ate nothing but the most well put together food..music filled with such beautiful harmonies it put you in a trance.
  • “MC, I know that you’re blind..but I hope that doesn’t stop you from seeing how much adoration I have for you, and how much I love you.”

Seven:

  • Despite doing a background check on you, he didn’t know this. 
  • I feel like he would be the kind of person to hold up his hand in front of you and ask how many fingers he’s holding up.
  • “3, Seven, 3.”
  • “Okay how about now?”
  • “You don’t even have your hand up anymore.”
  • Even though he would make a joke from time to time, deep down inside it worried the shit out of him. 
  • Would probably try to develop some special glasses that would support your vision way better than just regular ones.
  • You know like eSight glasses that allow blind people to see again?
  • If your vision wasn’t curable, at least he could do this.
  • It would take quite a long time though, he’d have to do some much research and testing, it wasn’t a field he was experienced in.
  • But until then, he would just assist you himself and make upgrades to the cat robot to help you as well.
  • Would never let you out of the bunker by yourself.
  • He was actually..just a huge worry wart over you, but only because he loved you and wants nothing more but to protect you always so you can be the safest you could possibly be.

Saeran:

  • He wouldn’t think much of it at first..
  • So what? Not everyone had the best vision.
  • But when he learned that you were going blind and it couldn’t be treated..
  • He just felt so..helpless.
  • It would send him into a brooding state, and he would just stare at you sometimes.
  • “You..you’ll be okay right? You just won’t be able to see? You won’t leave me right..”
  • “I would never leave you Saeran.”
  • “I don’t want you going out anywhere alone. Please, let me be by your side just all the time so I can look at for you.”
  • sighsoftsaeranissoadorable
  • Wouldn’t quite know what to do most of the time tbh.
  • But you were the most precious thing to ever happen to him, the fact that this was happening to you angered him to know end.
  • He never wanted you to experience something like this, he wish he could somehow give you his vision in exchange for your blindness.
  • “Why must terrible things like this happen to good people? It should be me..not you.”
  • “Saeran, please don’t say that. The world has a weird way of working sometimes.”
  • “I want to fight the world then.” saeranpls 
  • “MC, I want nothing more but to protect you. I’ll make sure from now on, whatever danger comes in your way I’ll stop it before it could ever reach you. I love you more than anything..It’s unfair how you’re forced to only see darkness, when you bring so much light.”

Jihyun (V):

  • Suddenly thinks he made a mistake by finally accepting Jumin’s request for him to get eye surgery.
  • It was almost as if..the universe took his condition and gave it to you, as punishment.
  • After all, he did lie to you and the rest of the RFA.
  • Would have so much regret, and just.. so much hatred in himself.
  • “I should’ve never gotten the surgery..now you have to suffer as I did..” He cried one night as he watched you sleep.
  • “Perhaps..if I blinded myself, you would get your vision back.”
  • no baby please don’t do that please please please no
  • Before you completely lost your sight, he would take you all over the world with him.
  • The most beautiful places on Earth, and he would have you explore the scenery and capture the most breath-taking, purest moments of you.
  • He just felt so terrible about it sometimes, you would have to constantly reassure him that he was not at fault. That you had been struggle with your eyesight all your life.
  • But he couldn’t help it. The only reason why he didn’t harm himself is so he could be able to see for the both of you..
  • (thismademekindofsadwhydididothis)

Vanderwood:

  • Honestly..I don’t think he would say much at first when he learned that you had nearsightedness.
  • “Oh.” is all he would say, with sentimental eyes and he looked down on you.
  • Your vision may be shit, but you could see the slight uneasiness that rested on his face. 
  • “Well if you ever need anything..let me know.”
  • He would ask you if you were okay a lot, and if you needed help
  • “Do you need something? I can go get it for you.. Just stay there, don’t move.”
  • Suddenly, he didn’t mind cleaning up and taking care of the house if it was for you.
  • He would show small actions of compassion and worry, he wanted to make things easier for you. 
  • Sometimes, when you guys laid on the couch with each other, watching movies he’d make funny, sarcastic comments describing the setting or how the characters looked. 
  • Like once you guys were watching a zombie apocalypse movie..
  • “Okay, wow. Well this place looks like a total shit-hole. So just picture Seven’s bunker..but outside, spread out throughout the city.” 
  • “The dude is really ugly by the way, don’t waste your energy trying to envision it. He’s truly horrific.”
  • He didn’t know exactly how to handle it, but it wouldn’t have any negative connotation towards how he felt for you. 
  • In fact this would probably just make him care about and love you even more. 
  • He admired how strong you were, and questioned how you managed to stay calm even though you were going fucking blind.
  • “I don’t quite know what’s going through your head…and I know this is a struggle for you. Never feel like you have to hold anything in. If you’re frustrated or sad, let me know.”
  • “One more thing..” 
  • “……..Iloveyou….”
  • “Awwww, Vandy. I may be nearly blind, but I can just picture how red you are right now. I love you too.”  
  • His face went even redder.
  • “Shut up.”
  • :)

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anonymous asked:

Would Shirou and Mordred be good together? I just... I can't see Mordred liking Shirou all that much.

Alright, bear with me.

It’d start horribly.

Mordred would hate his “WOMEN SHOULDN’T FIGHT” guts and after some heated, heated conflict, Mordred would absolutely change his mind on the matter because, unlike Ultimate Doormat Artoria Pene De Dragon, Mordred would have exactly zero (0) of that shit, and would school his ass into pudding verbally and most likely physically every time he tries to pull any of that “I’LL MAMORU YOU” shit, like, shut up, stay BEHIND, you clearly cannot pull your weight in a fight, just get the mana flowing one way or another and watch ol’ Mode Red WORK IT.

Right after Shirou has that very obligatory change in attitude, then things would start going more swimmingly, to the point where I believe they’d have, no joke, one of the strongest Master-Servant bonds, overall. Think about it: Shirou is a six piece chicken McNobody, can’t magic properly at all (except when his dear life depends on it, then he can make history’s strongest rolled poster and all that, but it still is unreliable), and, this is the important part, did not have his father’s approval to follow his way. Kiritsugu did everything in his power to just make sure Shirou couldn’t possibly follow the road of a true magus: He trained him all wrong, and explicitly said “I don’t want you to do this in the slightest”. Who else did not have their father’s approval to follow their path? Why, Mordred! Mordred wanted nothing more than to follow Artoria’s path, be a king, be the people’s champion, care for them, lead them to prosperity, but that was fated to never occur.

See, that’s the part I think would be fascinating: The similarity yet infinitely different situations surrounding their desire to be like their heroes and fathers. Whereas Mordred and Artoria went on to have their climatic Double K.O. at Camlann because of this very factor, Shirou and Kiritsugu remained a loving father and son pair. Just by hearing the way Shirou speaks of Kiritsugu, even when he makes it clear that Kiritsugu never wanted Shirou to follow the path of the magus, Shirou is only compliments and praise about how amazing a father Kiritsugu was to him, and how he wants nothing more than to be like him, how his ideal of what makes a hero is “Kiritsugu”. Mordred would identify a lot with Shirou, right up until he keeps talking well about him. Now, even through her hatred, Mordred still holds Artoria in a pedestal, a very powerful ambivalence, but Shirou is only love. She’d question this, she’d interrogate him about it, she’d grill this damn kid to explain why, how it is possible they managed to remain so close, when she never had any closeness at all in the first place with the one person she wanted to be close with. 

There is romance, see, in how a vagrant, miscreant knight and a wanna-be McNobody would grow to be close in how they can identify with each other and yet still learn so much from the vast differences between them. Nobody except a bulldozer of a punk like Mordred would be able to get through Shirou’s stubbornness when it comes to his view on women, and nobody is better than Shirou to bring Mordred peace of mind and closure on her own unbridled fury, given his own way was rejected by his father, yet he understood there was more to it than just the rejection in that dismissal. They both have something for each other.

And when you go beyond this, keep in mind that Shirou’s stubborn ideals of heroism and sense of justice would fit just right with Mordred’s own desire to protect the people, more so than it did with Artoria. Remember that in Arthurian legend, Arthur’s reign was one of war and expansion, but Mordred’s short coup was one of great joy and happiness.

Because Sir Mordred wasn’t thrust to greatness. Sir Mordred was one of the people, riding in the mediocre horses, being sent on missions, sometimes mundame, sometimes death traps. Sir Mordred was in the tavern, with the people, not as a superior, but as a fellow. For Mordred, it’s not a “task” to protect the people like it is for whoever sits on the damn throne, for Mordred, it’s a “desire”.

When I think about all of it like this, I sit down on top of my bed, take one swig of my orange juice, and I think to myself, “Damn! I’d kill to see this happen!”, you know? There’s potential. It’s precisely because there’s more to it than an instant affinity that this is a narrative worth pursuing, if you ask me.

omgliterallysokawaii  asked:

flood of MC headcanons where she's poor and can't afford a lot and the guys help her out but she's too stubborn to accept.

( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ) ;;; Phew I really punched out on this one given I’m running on very little sleep and I’m a sore bean. I really enjoyed this headcanon so thank you @omgliterallysokawaii for suggesting it ^^


Yoosung

  • he has set foot in your apartment before
  • how can you live like this???
    • there’s a major rodent problem and you NAMED each of them
    • YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE A KITCHEN!!!
  • whenever you two go out he tries to pay for your meal too
    • but you two end up fighting over the check
    • at first submits because you just had that look in your eyes that said you would chop his fingers off if he even reached for his wallet
  • avoids places where you would have to spend money
  • makes you dinner and meals throughout the week
    • Zen makes jokes on the messenger how good of a husband he is
    • (ノ*゚▽゚*)
  • honestly, you can’t deny good food so you accept it
    • plus your precious bf puts a lot of effort in it and you would be the worst person known to man if you refuse it
  • offers you his old backpacks if yours is falling apart
  • when you keep denying his generosity, he gets creative
  • one time he bought extra school supplies and lied to you that they were for him
  • but the day before the semester began, he would say, “Oh it turns out I don’t think I need this folder…or these pens…or this binder…”
  • AND YOU FALL FOR IT
  • he bamboozles you so hard
  • you don’t even catch onto his little tricks until you two went out for dinner
  • then when the check came around, you two followed through your ritual of fighting over who paid 
  • but this nugget compromises that he would pay for the check and you would pay for the tip
  • once the check is paid, you put down the tip, and you two leave the restaurant
  • then it just suddenly clicks in your head
    • (」゜ロ゜)」 “J'accuse Yoosung!”

Jaehee

  • Jaehee completely understands
  • when she was in college she was thrown into the deep end
  • now that she has more money, she wants to help you with everything
  • but you’re so stubborn
  • it is it for her when you say, “I’m going to live off of ramen and rice the rest of my life”
    • bUT YOU’LL DIE FROM MALNUTRITION
  • SHE only eats garbage because she doesn’t have the time versus you eat garbage because you can’t afford it
  • and your apartment???
  • it’s practically a prison cell
  • she seriously cannot stand to see you in this state when she cAN DO SOMETHING
  • you don’t want her money???? OKAY THEN
  • she creates an efficient financial plan for you
    • manages to properly allocate money into food and necessities
    • woah who knew you can make a nutritious meal for $4!
  • you follow that plan to a T
    • you were really looking forward to that instant ramen but she threw it out ;-;
    • come on that’s a waste
  • the moment you get some cushion money, you spend it on your amazing girlfriend
  • “NO MC THAT MONEY WAS MEANT TO BE SPENT ON YOU NOT ME!!!”
  • “But you deserve it!”

Zen

  • you two play the stubborn game so hard
    • it would start to form into arguments
    • becomes a toasted marshmallow sometimes 
  • he knows how it feels to be poor af and not accept any handouts
  • he completely gets it
  • 100%
  • but not with you
  • finds out when you two are hanging out and you forget something at your apartment
  • his warning sirens are already going off when you’re in a bad neighborhood
    • WAS THAT A PROSTITUTE ON THE CORNER???
    • I-IS THAT GUY ALIVE???
  • in your apartment, it’s a thousand times worse
    • it’s only one room with a futon, a toilet, and sink
    • wtf
    • it looks like the only thing you bought was the futon
    • THIS MAN IS S H O O K WHEN HE SEES A FEW PEEPHOLES IN YOUR WALL
    • “He made new ones??? Damn, I’m going to need more posters.”
    • (ノ°益°)ノ 
  • that was the last time you ever set foot in your apartment
  • he was not playing any games when he told you to move in with him
    • his apartment sure isn’t a palace but it was better than that shit hole
    • honestly, in a relationship or not, he still wants you to move in
    • because big brother Zen isn’t going to let your innocence wither away
  • you want to help pay rent but he’s just like,”I got this boo”  ( ̄З ̄)
  • but you want to earn your keep so you end up being the maid and cook
    • he’s not complaining
    • you make some pretty decent meals when you have the right materials ^^

Jumin

  • if Zen throws a fuss when you don’t want his help
  • Jumin gets 9000 times worse
    • because he.will.not.stop.until.you.accept.
    • THERE’S A REASON WHY HE’S BEEN ABLE TO CLOSE SO MANY DEALS
    • HE CAN BE CONVINCING AF
  • he doesn’t understand how you can just skip meals
    • he doesn’t really skip meals but he always eats light at least
  • you once sent him a picture of you in your apartment eating a bowl of rice as proof you were eating
    • did not satisfy him
    • in fact after seeing your one room apartment, he was appalled
  • when he first met you he noticed your clothes were worn out
    • your sweater was faded, jeans had tears in them (especially around the inner thighs because those holes are bitches), your shoes had holes in them
    • you were a fucking mess but honestly, those were your favorite clothes to wear
  • asks Seven for your financial report and is shocked how fucking poor you are
    • super peasant
  • yet he could not fathom how you were so resourceful and HAPPY with your life
    • you—so poor but happy
    • and him ballin’ but in a constant state of self-loathing
  • the moment you set foot in his world, all he wants to do is TREAT YOU
  • THIS SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF YOU BECAUSE HE’S GOING OVERBOARD WITH IT AND YOU FEEL LIKE IF HE BUYS YOU STUFF YOU’RE IN DEBT TO HIM OR YOU FEEL OBLIGATED TO GET HIM SOMETHING BUT HOW CAN YOU GET THAT DAMN DONUT ANYTHING WITH HIS REFINED TASTES
    • *breathes*
  • you keep telling him “no I don’t need this really expensive thing” but he always come back with a swift rebuttal or he just does it anyway
  • (╥﹏╥)
  • eventually, you learn to negotiate with him
    • “okay you can buy me ONE thing, but I get to pick it”
    • of course, you end up picking the cheapest thing in the store >>
  • EXTRA HC WITH SIMPLE MC
    • when you’re alone in his apartment you make a bracelet from Elizabeth 3rd’s ball of yarn
    • when he comes home you give it to him
    • it’s so simple and plain but you made it with the thought of him in mind
    • NO ONE HAS MADE A GIFT FOR HIM BEFORE AND HIS HEART GREW TEN SIZES THAT DAY
    • I WANT THIS DONUT TO BE HAPPY FIGHT ME

707

  • now he knows he doesn’t have the best diet
  • and that he was blessed in so many ways to have someone to clean up after him
  • with a job that paid big enough bucks to fund his car obsession
  • he feels like a class A douche bag when he finds out just how poor you are
  • it was very subtle
  • you dropped a few times how you the only meal you eat is dinner with a few snacks with change you scrounged up from your bag
  • or when you talked about how you liked to take your showers at the gym
  • or the fact that you didn’t even own a laptop
  • Seven did some digging and his suspicions turned out to be true
  • this jellybean wanted to do a good thing for you so he added a shit ton of money into your account
  • when you check it that morning you’re just (゚ロ゚) !
    • you KNOW Seven had something to do about it
    • and you tell him to take the money out (minus the amount you had)
    • ultimately, he takes it out and apologizes
    • you realize he had good intentions so you don’t hold it against the precious jellybean
    • a part of you can’t believe how much integrity you have to have turned down all that money
  • yet Seven is smart
  • he learns you don’t like to have things shoved to you on a silver platter
  • Jaehee suggests making a care package for you
  • so that’s what he does!
    • sends you a box with different things every two weeks
    • one box you got had an electric tea kettle, with a box of assorted herbal and earl gray, some groceries, a bag of honey buddha chips he puts stickers on it, a calico plushie, and cat mittens
  • he makes it anonymous but you figure it’s him because of his precious chips
  • while you didn’t want to accept his help at first, you couldn’t bear making him feel bad for a good deed
    • you think back to the whole money fiasco and you could never forget how SAD he was on the messenger after that
    • no sad Seven
  • you take his care packages with the thought in mind that they were being put to good use
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Day 7: Forest

‘“Why did we do this?” Daichi asks.

Suga grins at him, somehow looking relaxed and handsome, like a model from some kind of sports and wilderness catalogue, in the midst of this chaos.

“Because our captains’ privileges mean we get our own tent. And, you know…stars, and campfires, and camaraderie and all that.”

“Right,” Daichi says. He’s pretty sure it was the private tent idea that got him pulled into this, but the other stuff would be nice too, if everyone could get their shit together and stop trying to sabotage it.’

A collection of ficlets for DaiSuga Week 2017


This is it!!! The whole week is complete! Thanks for reading along  (*^‿^*)


“Where do we stand?” Daichi asks.

Suga seems hesitant to answer him, which isn’t promising. “Um…” he says.

“Suga.”

Daichi’s vice-captain exhales heavily, and then makes a fist and raises his thumb. It’s not a thumbs-up, it’s the beginning of a multi-point list of things that have gone wrong so far on their team camp out.

“Noya forgot the hotdog buns. Kageyama is having an allergic reaction to everything in sight. Asahi refuses to leave the ranger station because bears. Tanaka is in his underwear, I haven’t asked why. And Hinata has either been murdered by Tsukki, or he’s lost.”

Lost?” Daichi repeats. “When did you last see him?”

“When Tsukki said, if you flick one more pinecone at me I’m going to murder you.”

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