i can't deal with you two going from all that to not even being friends

the signs based on people i personally know
  • aries: probably the hardest working and also the best procrastinator. they have no filter. will drop everything to help you. has the wildest almost unbelievable stories and evidence in case you don't believe them. can make you smile even when you feel like shit.
  • taurus: the biggest romantic with the biggest heart. you don't think they care about you? they do. fuzzy blanket enthusiast. no matter how busy they are, how much work they have to do, if you need to talk, they're there. they won't share unless you ask. always watching a new tv show.
  • gemini: probably knows the scientific explanation behind that. not two faced contrary to popular belief, but is just so goddamn charming they can get along with various types of people. will literally wallow in their negative emotions until they burst. humour is their best defense mechanism.
  • cancer: will call you out if you act stupid. wants you to remember all the good times you've had with them because they're scared you'll forget and leave them behind. willing to drive for hours to get some really good food.
  • leo: has the courage to say the things that everyone else was too afraid to say. can be sobbing one second and making jokes the next. has the most random things on their wall, but in an organized way. will drive to your house at midnight because they wanted to be with you.
  • virgo: their room is actually a mess most of the time. likes to avoid their problems a lot. but once forced to deal with them, it didn't even seem like they were struggling at all. more of a listener. often has flashbacks of dumb things they've said.
  • libra: prioritizes the wrong things. it takes a while for their jokes to be understood by the public. has a recognizable catchphrase. has no tolerance for assholes and will literally go off on you and make you rethink your life choices.
  • scorpio: so determined. will do anything to distract themselves from their emotional instability. has hundreds of friends but only considers 3 of them as real ones. sleeps a lot because its the only time their mind shuts up. will remember that one thing you said seven years ago.
  • sagittarius: always thinks of something fun to do. has a lot of doubts and insecurities about themselves and won't believe you when you try to reassure them. very picky about the people they choose to spend their time with. clumsy af and will literally trip on air. you probably owe them money.
  • capricorn: sometimes you can't tell if they're being serious or if they're joking. often questions the validity of their friendships. probably cried the other night. likes to go on roofs. good at looking productive but they are actually just looking at cat videos.
  • aquarius: so incredibly talented. cannot multitask for their life. belts at the top of their lungs in the shower. when they're walking it looks like they're walking to the beat of some 80s funk song. they are the shoulder you cry on. handles confrontation well.
  • pisces: tries to act really tough and independent but in reality they just want a big hug. loves insulated water bottles. has an encyclopedia full of inside jokes they share with their friends. was probably the teacher's favorite. owns books they haven't even opened
Bakugou and his dads

Still not a dream daddy post.

Midoriya is far from the only character who gets a lot of mentoring help throughout the BnHA series.
So let’s talk about Bakugou for a(nother) moment, shall we?

I don’t know what it is about middle school in Japan, but it seems to really suck?
In every high school anime I watch, all the drama always happens in middle school, and the teaching staff is highly lax, if not completely irresponsible. They certainly didn’t do much to quell a young Bakugou’s more violent tendencies, or help a young Midoriya with what is very obviously a bullying problem.
It’s fairly safe to say that until he goes to UA, Bakugou basically lacks in authority figures, which is one (not all) of the reasons he got to act as bad as he did.

Since the start of the series, he’s gotten a bit better.
So let’s examine his dads (and one mum).

How to contain an explosion

The first time we see an actual authority figure reign in Bakugou, is when he hits UA.
And in this case you can take that quite literally.  

That person is, of course, Aizawa.
Now I friggin love Aizawa because he is one of the most underrated characters in the series and I will shout that to the rooftops for all eternity
but also,
Aizawa is, for his students and specifically for Bakugou, a constant source of lowkey support.
His teaching method is very much hands-off, letting his students make mistakes and figure out solutions for themselves, which seems to be the go-to for all anime mentors everywhere, but his support is definitely there.
Because, and this is important, he looks beyond posing. Beyond attitudes and images.
He has reason to, of course. Aizawa looks and acts like a drunken hobo half the time, but he is actually one of the better teachers and heroes as UA. He knows a thing or two about appearances.

And honestly, it is very much needed.
UA and the entirety of the story are, remember, utterly brutal to Bakugou and his self-esteem. It’s a pretty classic ‘break him down before you can build him up’ sort of theme.
But Aizawa is not part of this.
He restrains the kid exactly twice. Once, when he was about to (possibly) murder Midoriya, and a second time when he was blatantly breaking UA rules.
Aizawa does not belittle Bakugou, he does not fear him and most of all, he does not underestimate him.

He knows him, advises him.
He defends him.

He will scold him, but mostly he has a certain amount of respect for the kid. He trusts him.

I think for Bakugou that is incredibly important. Because Aizawa is someone he respects. Here is a pro hero who has taken the time to get to actually know him.

Aizawa is someone who puts down clear boundaries and then gives him the freedom to stay within them.
Whether out of disinterest or fear, that middle school teacher way back in the first episode wasn’t even trying to stop him from hurting Midoriya. That sort of shit would not fly in Aizawa’s class. But he’s also not going to lay it out for him. 
He trusts that Bakugou will, in fact, sort himself out. Once your core is on the right track, the rest will follow.

We are shown, in a very real way, that this is how you get the best results with Bakugou.
Horikoshi does this by showing us how NOT to do it.
For instance, while Best Jeanist certainly has the intentions and the authority as a Pro Hero to mentor him, he goes about it all wrong.

Because what he does is exactly that: micromanage, completely make over the outside, not the inside.

You can’t just expect the kid to change his entire being like that.
Certainly not because it’s fairly clear that Best Jeanist, well-meaning as he is, is not exactly trying to understand Bakugou.

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I Can’t Stop Thinking About You (Dick Grayson x Reader)

Requested by @thequietcomic


It was killing you inside. You couldn’t stop thinking about his smile. His bright blue eyes and midnight black hair. His laugh. His wit and sarcasm. Even the way that he stood his ground in the middle of battle.

You were in love with your best friend.

Living with him for years had been painful. Sleeping in the room next to him, pining for him to be beside you, closer. Working together was hard. In life and death situations, sometimes all you wanted to do was spill out your feelings. You’d been

Dick was oblivious to your situation. He had everything that you wanted– with Barbara. Which is why sometimes you hated him just a little bit.

So here you were, sitting on the couch at Christmas and sipping your eggnog while you took a break from decorating the tree with him. It was just the two of you for hours until everyone else got back from patrols; they traded patrolling tonight for decorating the tree (something that was tradition for you and Dick).

“Do you want to put the star on the top?” Dick turned around and asked you, decked in a Christmas sweater and sparkles from the tree.

“Absolutely.” You stood on tiptoe and couldn’t reach the top of the tree, so he placed his hands on your waist and gently lifted you up to place it.

“Dick…” You turned around and placed your hands on his chest. “I… I can’t.”

“Are you okay?”

“No. I haven’t been okay for years, Dick. I just…” You struggled to find the words and stepped away, running a hand through your hair.

“Y/N, it’ll be alright, whatever it is. You can tell me anything, remember?”

“I love you, Dick.” He looked astonished, and I kept going, because I might as well get it all out. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve loved you since the year I came here, and I’ve loved you and watched you date a dozen girls and get your heart broken in middle school, and I’ve loved you when we were on the same team, the first time, and I couldn’t say it until now.

“I just… I was too scared, Dick, that you would hate me. Because we’re best friends, and that would change everything, but it’s you and it’s me, and no matter what I can tell you anything, so I had to. I can’t lie to you anymore.” I looked into his eyes, waiting for him to say something, even though I knew what his answer would be when I saw him.

“Y/N, I can’t… I’m with Barbara.” His eyes searched yours. “I love her. I love you too, but just… not like that. Not like with her. Can’t we just pretend this never happened?”

Your heart broke with those words. Still, you smiled and blinked back tears. “Yeah, sure.”

“Good.” He smiled with relief. “You’re a great friend.”

I know.


“Goodbye.” Dick hung up the phone angrily and entered the cave and took off his jacket, flinging it on the back of the chair.

“Everything okay?” You asked, not looking up from your computer as you hacked into the GPD database.

“Barbara and I are fighting again.” He groaned. A moment later he turned around and punched a wall. “Shit!”

“That wasn’t very smart. Let me take a look.” He hesitantly let you take his hand. You gingerly moved his wrist and he grunted. You turned it over in your hands and ran checked the cuts on his knuckles. “Let me grab the first aid kit.”

“I’m fine.” He said in a very not-so-fine tone.

“I don’t care.” You came back with the kit bandaged his knuckles before taking another look at his wrist. “You definitely sprained it. That’s what you get for going around punching walls.”

You helped him slip his hand into one of the many spare braces you all had accumulated over the years. “You don’t have to do this, you know.” He whispered.

“Do what?”

“Help me.”

“I want to help you, idiot. All that I want is for you to be happy and safe. And if I can’t keep you safe all the time, what with you throwing yourself in front of bullets and fighting the baddies, I just want you to be taken care of.”

“I don’t deserve you.” He covered his face with his good hand. “You are too good of a friend. Why do you do this? You could be running a company, living in a penthouse at this point. You could have your pick of anything in this world, but you choose to help me.”

“It’s because you are a major idiot.” You groaned. “I can’t have you ruining my hacking for the Big Bat with all your emotions and hatred for walls.”

“Gotcha.” He smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back. You had kept a restraint on yourself since Christmas. You couldn’t do that to him, to Barbara. It was better to see them happy than to be selfish and watch them hate each other.


This was it. After almost a year of tracking, you finally had him. Deathstroke had something big planned and the two of you– Dick and yourself, that is– had him. All that it took now was the fighting, the handcuffs, and getting him to the jail.

You were exhausted. You braced yourself against the wall momentarily before standing back up. Then you saw it– Deathstroke made his kill move.

The shearing sound went through the air and you gasped. Blood spattered against Dick and fell down your side after you intercepted the katana headed straight for his heart. Angrily, you attacked. Fending off blows and delivering them with (your weapon of choice), it was a while before you knocked him out cold.

“You okay?” You asked Dick, giving him a once over.

“I’m fine. Go rest, I’ve got it from here.” He said.

You were bleeding all over. Cuts on your face, your arms, your legs, and the most dangerous one deep in your rib cage– not puncturing anything vital, as far as you could tell. Dick tied him up and called for Bruce to send the Batmobile.

“What’re you staring at?” You asked Dick when you caught him looking in your general direction.

“You.” He said simply.


“That was so stupid back there, Y/N.” The Bat lectured you. “Do you have any idea what you could have done to yourself?”

“I could have died. I know that. But I didn’t, so let’s be thankful that we’re both alive after things went south back there.” You sighed. After hearing it all before, this wasn’t anything new. You already knew what was coming next.

“Stop talking about your death so nonchalantly! This isn’t something to joke about.”

“Dick was going to die. That would have pierced his heart. I didn’t think; it was instinctual. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if he died and I could have stopped it.”

“You were 2 inches away from piercing your right lung, and you bruised your spleen, not to mention that you lost almost a liter of blood.”

“I’m alive.” You crossed your arms and winced, regretting the action immediately. “I’ll live, that’s what matters.” Bruce left the room and you sighed, knowing that you’d have to deal with him again later.

“Hey there stranger.” Dick poked his head through the door. “Can I come in?”


“Y/N, I… I…”

“Spit it out, Dick.” You yawned.

“I don’t know what I’d do with myself if you died today.”

“You’d go on living? Being happy with Barbara, fighting crime, antagonizing Bruce?”

“No, I wouldn’t. I’m not, actually.” He shook his head.

“You’re not antagonizing Bruce? Because I am, and it’s pretty fu–”

“I’m not happy with Barbara. I’m not with her, actually. We split up a couple months ago.”

“Oh.” You shifted in bed and leaned closer. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“No I’m not. Because… I’m not with you.”

“Excuse me?” I cocked my head. “Am I hearing right?”

“You would have died for me today.”

You started laughing. “Wait, so… you’re saying that because I would die for you, you want to be with me? Nuh uh. Not how it works. I’d die for you any day, you know that.”

“No, you’re not hearing me.” He grabbed  your hand and leaned closer. “I love you. I want to be with you. I’ve been blind for a long time. After Christmas, I couldn’t get you out of my mind. And now… you’re the only thing that I ever want to think about.”

“Are you sure?” You asked hesitantly. “Because–”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop thinking about your laugh. And your smile. The way you kept on giving to me even when I had done nothing to deserve it. Your hair, your eyes. Your body, and the way that you kick asses and take names. Your smell, and now… the way you looked when you almost died. I can’t lose you, Y/N. 

“I watched you date boys in high school and break hearts, and I saw you take care of a team when I was too weak to take care of them. I saw you get your heart broken when it never needed to, and I am sorry, and I am saying now that I love you and I have loved you for a long time.”

“Dick…” You whispered, and you suddenly found yourself kissing the boy you had been wanting to do this with for years. He was gentle, as not to hurt you, and leaned his forehead against yours. 

“I love you, Y/N. Please don’t ever try getting killed again.” He said, half laughing and one hundred percent serious. 

“You have no idea how long I have been waiting to hear that.” You grinned and kissed him again. “But… you know that I do whatever I damn well please. So try not to get yourself killed and we’ll have a deal.”

“I promise.”

anonymous asked:

Okay but, I really like the Love Square. I don't like any other ship aside from the Love Square that's the only ship I'll ever like. I don't get why me not liking other ships makes me homophobic?? I also don't ship Alyanette because I see them just as best friends and I think the show only sees them as that too. I'm never gonna ship them as a couple so I don't get why that makes people awful and homophobic. You can't just make people make ships more popular

you and a few other people have left similar questions in my inbox so i’m going to do my best to explain this. there seem to be other users who are also confused. i really recommend you read @chatchevalier  ‘s explanation here since she also spoke about this. 

first, let’s get the easy thing taken care of. the prevailing argument from most of the queer people in fandom who made posts yesterday was we want you to respect our ships. respect. that means no sending us hate, no bashing our ships, no tagging onto our fics and art and posts about how much you don’t ship our ship. don’t like? don’t engage. i think everyone can agree on that point. 

now what seems to be tripping people up is the whole “queer ships being unpopular is homophobia” sentiment that’s spreading around. i want to make this clear, this is in no way meant to shame people for their ships. i’m a multi-shipper myself and ship most if not all the ships in this fandom involving the miraculous class. what i’m trying to draw attention to is fandom trends and consistent fandom behavior. 

so, i’l use the example i showed in my screenshots on the original post going around. oftentimes, i get people who come into my inbox telling me how much they hate chlonette (chloe x marinette) because it ships a bully with their victim. now that in and of itself isn’t homophobia i think we can all agree. you’re allowed to dislike that ship for that reason. i think a lot of people react to chlolya (chloe x alya) for the same reasons. 

but let’s look at chlonath (chloe x nathanael). we arguably run into a similar problem. chloe being paired with someone she bullies. chlonath is particularly interesting because chloe and nathanael don’t interact very often (maybe a total of 10 seconds in “evillustrator”). chloe interacts with alya more, and interacts with marinette much much more. but look at the popularity of each of these ships. (i’ll be using # of ao3 stories as a proxy for this). 

Chloe Bourgeois/Alya Cesaire: 38
Chloe Bourgeois/Marinette Dupain-Cheng: 90
Chloe Bourgeois/Nathanael Kurtzberg: 125

despite the fact that chloe has barely interacted with nathanael and bullies him right along with the other classmates, chlonath is more popular than chlonette and chlolya. this is also a good time to point out that this is the only straight ship of the bunch. 

this happens in media a lot. you have a common trope introduced, in this case it’s a bully/bullied relationship becoming a romantic relationship. another common one off the top of my head is the friends to lovers trope. now when we see it applied to a straight pairing, we love it. adrienette friends to lovers is ridiculously popular, and it seems that the bully/bullied to lovers trope in chlonath is also compelling to people. but the moment these same tropes are attached to a queer pairing, interest plummets. which is why chlolya and chlonette are less popular despite those characters interacting more in canon, and why alyanette is always seen as “just two friends” even though they interact more than adrien and marinette do. 

and, to top it all off: i’m gonna bet my bank account that users get more hate for shipping chlonette and chlolya than they do chlonath. 

we do this unconsciously as a result of heteronormativity ingrained into us through continued exposure to societal homophobia. everyone is socialized to think that heterosexuality is preferred. it’s why there’s so much straight romance on tv, and it’s why gay people are still getting fired for their sexuality in the US. we can’t help this stuff, but if you learn to look for it, it’s easy to see. the fact that we enjoy certain tropes as they are applied to straight ships but not those same tropes as they are applied to queer ship…..is an example homophobia. internalized homophobia, implicit homophobia, subtle homophobia but homophobia nonetheless

if you ship chlonath but not chlonette, this doesn’t mean you’re homophobic. but when you look at macro-level trends like ship popularity in fandom, you see patterns that are anything but a coincidence. it’s no coincidence that this pattern of popularity matches up with patterns of hate. chlonette and chlolya get questioned more, people get more hate for it. chlonath doesn’t get nearly the amount. it’s very subtle, but this is the kind of implicit homophobia you see in media. 

now the solution is not to force you to like pairings you don’t like. not at all. this is just something to be aware of and something to consider when people wonder “why are queer ships getting all this hate?” queer shippers notice this because we’re hyper aware of the popularity of our ships. if you deal only in the love square it’s hard to see this, so we’re just pointing this out. 

we’re not telling you to ship our ships. we’re not asking for more popularity. we just want you to acknowledge fandom homophobia and keep people from bullying us for the queer content we produce. 

anonymous asked:

Hey can i request a jikook hc where they were arguing and they both looked pissed and neither of them spoke up but they still take care of each other without any word; knowing that they can't get their lover get hurt and a lot of fluff please? thank u, sorry for bad english and I love your writing style and hc anyway!!💕💕💕

I love this!!! Sweetie, your English is great! Thank you for your request! 💖I hope you like it!💖


“I’m going out with Yugyeom.”

“Again?” Jimin frowned at Jungkook from the hallway, dressed in sweats and an old t-shirt, ready for a night in.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jungkook’s voice was accusing, shoulders squaring defensively as he turned to face Jimin, jacket in hand.

“You’ve been out with him almost every night this week.”

“And?” Jimin could tell that Jungkook was getting irritated with him if the way his cheek puffed out from where his tongue was pushing against the inside of his mouth was anything to go by.

“I just-,” Jimin stopped short when he saw Jungkook raise an eyebrow at him, as if he were completely bored with the conversation, “y’know what? Fine. Have fun.”

Jungkook only nodded briskly before leaving, not even bothering to stay and put his jacket on.

And that night, he’d tipsily complain to his friends about how Jimin didn’t want him to hang out with them all the time.

“He just wants me to stay home. It’s not like I’m cheating or anything.” Jungkook rambled to Yugyeom, even if he wasn’t paying attention.

“M’just trying to have some drinks with my friends. S’not that big’a deal.” And that would end Jungkook’s drunken babbling as Yugyeom shoved a shot into his hand and he completely forgot about it.


Jimin knew Jungkook had been stressed lately and he’d tried to help him relax every chance he got, but unfortunately for him, Jungkook hadn’t been home until past two in the morning for the past four nights so he never really had an opportunity. 

And as much as Jimin understood Jungkook’s frustration, he was sick of being left at home and falling asleep on his own. They used to go out together all the time, go dance at clubs, drink until they were both giggling messes and end up making out on the couch until they passed out. The last time Jimin could remember going out with Jungkook like that was over two months ago for Hoseok’s birthday.

Jimin knew that Jungkook would never cheat on him and he was never worried about him going out to clubs and bars without him, not since he’d come home so drunk that he didn’t recognize Jimin and yelled “No! I have a boyfriend” when he’d tried to help him change. But now, he just missed having his Jungkook around. 

In a moment of brief frustration and loneliness, Jimin called Taehyung, hoping that he wasn’t busy at 9:00pm.

“Go for Tae.” Jimin rolled his eyes at his friend’s greeting.

“Tae, are you busy?”

“No, why?”

“Can we talk?” Jimin bit his lip, knowing that Taehyung wouldn’t be happy by the end of their conversation.

“What’s wrong? Who do I have to kill?” He smiled at the protective lilt in his voice before proceeding to tell him what was going on.

By the end of their conversation, Jimin had convinced Taehyung not to beat Jungkook with a golf club and made him promise not to let Yoongi beat him up either, knowing that he was on speaker while Yoongi was shuffling around in the background.


Jungkook had left the apartment in a haste of irritation and by his sixth beer and third shot of whiskey, around 1:30am, the irritation had faded and he took a cab home. It’d taken about three tries for him to get the door open, but once he did, Jungkook couldn’t help but frown. 

The T.V was on.

Jimin never left the T.V on when he went to bed. And he was never up past midnight on a Wednesday. 

Jungkook kicked his shoes off, careful not to fling them, and shuffled into the living room. He half expected furniture to be tossed around and things to be broken because the only explanation he could think of as to why the T.V was on was that a robber broke in. And in that case, he was mildly concerned as to if Jimin was alright.

Thankfully, those thoughts were dismissed when he found Jimin curled up on the couch, shivering slightly seeing as it was winter and he didn’t have a blanket. This made Jungkook frown. 

Jimin never slept on the couch, especially not when Jungkook went out like he’d been doing. He usually made Jungkook sleep on the couch if he’d come home drunk and Jungkook had respected that rule for the past year they’d been living together. 

He shook himself out of his drunken stupor long enough to pick Jimin up and take him to the bedroom, tucking him under the blankets before he stripped himself of his jacket and shirt as he stumbled back into the living room, turned the T.V off, and passed out on the couch.


The next morning, Jimin would wake up around 8:30am, confused as to how he got to bed before seeing Jungkook’s jacket laying in the middle of the floor, finding his t-shirt not far from the doorway. He’d sigh, still upset with Jungkook but somehow slightly fond underneath all of the frustration.

He knew that Jungkook would wake up within the next hour and he’d promised to meet Namjoon for coffee before his 9:30am class. As pissed off as Jimin might’ve been with Jungkook, he took mercy on him and put a water bottle and painkillers on the coffee table before throwing his hangover cure together and sticking it in the fridge.

Although Jimin may have been mad, he couldn’t help but check out his shirtless boyfriend on the way out. 

Jeans and no shirt. Damn him.


When Jungkook would wake up, he didn’t expect water and painkillers to be waiting for him. But he took them gratefully and found himself in the kitchen after showering. 

He rummaged through the cupboards, finding nothing appealing before turning to look through the fridge. And what a surprise it would be when he’d find a banana and honey smoothie waiting for him.

This routine would continue for the next four days. Jungkook going out without so much as a goodbye, Jimin falling asleep on the couch, Jungkook carrying him to the bedroom, Jimin leaving him painkillers, and then it repeated all over again.

It was safe to say that they were both majorly pissed at each other.

And although they were upset with each other, they still took care of each other, even if they did so without speaking hardly at all.


It would take Jungkook another two days to realize how much Jimin actually did for him.

He’d go out and get drunk, come home, pass out, and wake up to painkillers and water. Sometimes he’d find lunch already made in the fridge, or his phone put on the charger when he knew he didn’t take it out of his pocket, and for what? For him carrying his boyfriend back to the bedroom like a decent man would? No.  

Jungkook would have to admit it; he had a damn good boyfriend. And that only made it worse when he realized how shitty he’d treated him for the past two weeks. It felt like a punch in the stomach when Jungkook realized that he hadn’t slept in the same room as Jimin for the past five days, having come home drunk every time and crashing on the couch. In fact, they hadn’t spent so much as two hours at a time together.

Well, he had a lot to make up for.


The day would pass as any other, Jimin coming home around 6:30pm after his shift. Jungkook had the day off and had just stayed home, cleaned up, and cooked dinner as an apology.

Jungkook knew that Jimin would never straight tell him that he was mad over him going out with his friends, it wasn’t in his character to be that boyfriend. But he also knew that at this point, he missed Jimin more than anything. 

When the door opened and Jimin walked in, tossing his jacket on the chair before kicking his shoes off and trudging into the living room. He sunk into the couch and tipped his head back, the weight of the day finally sinking in. Jimin probably would’ve fallen asleep had it not been for Jungkook bringing a plate to him and plopping down beside him. 

Jimin would frown, looking from the plate to Jungkook and back again, wondering where all of this came from all of a sudden. But he’d accept the food, eating quietly until he had finished, only to be surprised by Jungkook taking his plate into the kitchen for him.

“Okay, what is going on?” Jimin would question immediately when Jungkook returned from the kitchen, standing up and crossing his arms.

“I’ve been kind of a jerk lately and I just wanted you to know that,” Jungkook would look down before mumbling, “that I love you and I’m sorry.”

Jimin would be stunned at first, only able to watch as Jungkook shuffled away into the bedroom. And when he’d come to his senses, Jimin would grin and run into the bedroom, leaping on top of Jungkook, who’d been sitting on the bed twiddling his fingers.

“I love you, too.” That’s the first thing Jungkook would hear after being tackled onto the bed.

He’d look up at Jimin, seeing a smile he’d so desperately missed, and wouldn’t be able to help when he’d drag him down to kiss him for all he’s worth. It’d be sweet and soft, soon turning to deep and slow until they’d pull away panting.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Jimin would know exactly what Jungkook was talking about, only kissing him again as an acceptance for his apology. 

And after that, Jungkook wouldn’t go out with his friends for the next month. Not because Jimin asked him not to, but because he wanted to take Jimin out to every club in the city to make up for ditching him. 

And Jimin would show him exactly what he missed.



lostfanboy  asked:

"Hey, hey, calm down, they can't hurt you anymore." With treebros and/or kliensen because I'm in an angsty dear Evan Hansen mood

As much as I love setting things in the AWE universe, I decided to go for a slightly happier Connor Lives au for a change (with an extra side of “they all became friends”). Slight Sincerely three. (TW for homophobic slurs)

Send me characters or ships from musicals with a prompt from here.

Jared stared at his locker, a stony expression on his face. The thick, black strokes stood out against the dull blue he was so familiar with that seeing that precise shade anywhere else made him sick. Three characters. Three simple characters had ruined his whole day. Two of the characters were created with three sharp strokes, while the last was created as a continuous curve. 

   F  A G

There was a small, phallic doodle underneath the word. It wasn’t clever. It wasn’t good. Hell, even the spacing was off. But it made his blood boil all the same.

He wished he could laugh it off. Find some cleaner that could get rid of sharpie, wipe it off, pretend it never happened. That’s what he should do. But something in his brain wouldn’t let it go. It took every ounce of control he had to not break down right there, in the middle of the hallway like a freak. He clenched his fists so hard he could almost feel his fingernails break his skin.

“So Evan asked for my help with his math homework,” Jared had noted long ago that Connor was never one for proper greetings, often startling others by initiating conversations when he hadn’t even announced his presence, just like now, “except I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing in that class so I figured the three of us could– Hey, are you ok dude?”

Jared didn’t turn to look at him. “Peachy.”

“What’s the–” Connor followed Jared’s gaze, eyes landing on the crude graffiti. “Oh no.”

“Fuckin’ stupid. It’s just some idiot with a sharpie who has nothing better to do with his life than harass some kid no one even talks to.”

“That doesn’t make it better. That doesn’t make it ok. That doesn’t make it right.” Connor sighed. “It still fills you with rage. And you still have every right to feel that way. I’ve been dealing with this bullshit since seventh grade.”

“Is that so?” Connor nodded in his periphery. “So how exactly do you ‘deal’ with it?”

“Punch the kid that did it in the face. They usually think twice before doing it again.”

“Sounds great. Recognize the writing? I would love to punch something right now.”

Connor examined the thick strokes. “Can’t say that I do.” He pulled out his phone and began taking pictures.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Gathering evidence. Knowing our school system, they’ll have the janitors clean it up this evening and pretend it never happened. We can show it to the administrators and get the vandal’s ass expelled.”

“But we don’t know who it is. And the administrators aren’t going to take it seriously unless we have concrete proof.”

“Yeah, but we got a killswitch named Alana Beck who probably knows everyone’s handwriting and won’t stop badgering them until they find and punish the one’s responsible.”

“For the love of god do not send that to Alana.”

“I won’t. So long as the administrators take this matter seriously.”

“I’m not going to take it to them.”

“I know. That’s why I’m going to.” Jared tried to protest, but at that moment the bell rang. “I should get to class. See you at Evan’s.” And with that Connor walked off. Jared took one last glare at the locker before dragging himself to his next class.

Jared rang the doorbell until Evan answered. Evan seemed surprised to see him.

“Where’s Connor?”

Jared shrugged. “He just said we should meet here after school. So here I am.” He looked at Evan. “Wait, Connor really isn’t here yet?” Evan shook his head. He moved aside and invited Jared in. Jared followed Evan to the living room and sat down on the couch.

“So, um, how was your day?”

Jared shrugged. “Uneventful.” He discreetly clenched a fist.

“Oh.” The two sat in silence for a few moments before Evan spoke up again. “So, um, like, don’t get mad but um, Connor– Connor told me about the locker.”

Jared shook his head. “Of fucking course he did.”

Evan frowned. “He just, um, he said he thought he knew who did it but he wanted me to confirm before saying anything, and, um, he was right.”

Jared suddenly felt the bottled up rage become active once more. “That fucking liar, he said he didn’t know–”

“Well, that’s why he talked with me. Because, um, he thought I could recognize the writing. And I did.”

Jared stood up. “Who the fuck did this? I need to teach them a lesson.” Moving as fast as he could, Evan jumped out of his seat and blocked Jared’s path.

“We-we-we already told– We already told the administrators and, um, they’ve talked with the person, and they’re considering the appropriate punishment.”

“I think I’ve got an idea for an appropriate punishment.” He tried to get past Evan, but the boy blocked his path again.

“Jared, it’s-it’s fine, it’s being taken care of, and you don’t even know–”

“Get out of my way Evan!”

“Hey, hey, calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore." Blinded by anger, Jared pushed Evan aside. And suddenly all the anger he felt was replaced by regret, and sadness. Evan stared at him, concerned and almost fearful. Jared stepped back as his eyes filled with tears.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m fucking– I didn’t mean– I’m an asshole– I–” Jared sank to his knees as the tears fell. He was so angry he had shoved Evan Hansen, the boy he’d cared about so much that Jared had literally worried himself sick over his wellbeing.

“I know, you were– you were just angry…” Evan rushed to Jared’s side, kneeling right next to him and putting his arm around Jared. “Look, I’m ok. I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me. I’m fine.”

Jared gasped for air between sobs. “I don’t… I shouldn’t care this much… I don’t… I don’t know why I’m so angry…”

“Jared, you should feel angry. What they did was– what they did was fucked up, it probably messed with your sense of security, and you shouldn’t have to make excuses for how you feel.” Evan moved so he was kneeling directly in front of Jared. “But you’re safe here. You have me. And we will make sure the bastard that did this gets what they deserved. Nobody should make you ashamed of who you are.” Jared looked into Evan’s kind eyes, so full of love and understanding, and began bawling again. Evan wrapped his arms around Jared in a hug, and Jared just held on as if for dear life. The vandal had made him feel ashamed of who he was, but somehow Evan made him feel proud of it, like he was special because of who he was. 

It took a few minutes for things to calm down, but Jared stayed clinging to Evan for as long as he could justify. They finally broke away, Jared wiping away tears and chuckling a bit. “So, when does Murphy get here? He said you had some math homework you both needed help with?”

Evan’s phone went off. He pulled it out. “Speak of the devil,” he muttered. He saw Evan’s face contort into a horrified, then frustrated expression as he read the text. Evan rolled his eyes, shook his head and turned back to Jared. “We have to go help Connor.”

“What? Why? What happened?”

“He injured his hand, it’s all bloody.”

“What did he do?”

“Punched some kid’s teeth in.” Every bit of self control Jared had was focused on keeping his facial muscles in check, but he still couldn’t help the small smirk that slid across his face.

poorlionnotking  asked:

Thanks for all great the feedback! Speaking generally, what is the strengths/weakness of each type in relation to writing fiction? Personally, I struggle to see my strengths. I do struggle with chronic dissatisfaction. I'm trying to translate a dream/grab a cloud and make it solid. Usually I feel like I get it wrong. At times, I struggle to write cause I know I can't create the perfect the story in my head. It's better to keep it perfect, but that doesn't make me happy. Thanks again.

First, you need to remember this:

Perfect does not exist.

Perfect is an abstract concept.

Define “perfect.” If you do, it equates perfection TO YOU, but not to the rest of the world. Your idea of perfect differs from my idea of perfect. Perfect is an imaginary thing that is never quite you, that is just out of your reach, a goal so intangible that you can never succeed, an ideal which you cannot define – it’s just… perfect

Think about it. Can you write the perfect novel? What IS the perfect novel? A novel with no mistakes in it? Well, would that REALLY be perfect? What makes something perfect? Can you ever achieve it? Has anyone ever achieved it? In my opinion, no. You may think your favorite novel is perfect. It isn’t. There’s always some way for anything to be improved.

What happens is, in your striving for perfection, you spend about a thousand more hours making something 1%, 2%, 3% better… when the world, and everyone except the irrational little perfection demon on your shoulder would have been happy with 95% perfect. You can drive yourself insane, trying to live up to a standard that does not even exist.

I know this. I have done it. I have written, and written, and proof-read, and changed, and streamlined, and risked ruining something, because I was always trying harder for perfection, creating problems in my head where there were none on the page, being too ruthlessly critical of myself and my product. Other people read it and tell me, “This is good, but I got confused in paragraph six,” meanwhile I’m thinking, “The characters aren’t deep enough!” Or, “I liked this character, but could you weave him into the plot a little more?” whereas I was worried about the sentence structure in that part of the book.

I read a writing book once, from a very well-known / best-selling author who said she let several friends read a novel once and all of them complained about the exact same thing. She had a choice whether to try and fix it (which would mean hours and hours of work, tearing up and reconstructing chapters to fix it)… or to sell the book to a publisher. She sold it. They published it. And when the reviews first came out, she thought, “Oh, they’re all going to harp on that one flaw.”

None of them did. No one noticed it. No one commented. No one thought it was a big deal. That huge glaring “error” her friends noticed went unnoticed by the world – or at least, enough people for it to catch no air time. She could have spent another six to twelve months fixing that flaw… would it have been a better book? Maybe. But it proved to her that: the world is hard to please, the world really doesn’t care if you spend a thousand hours or twelve thousand hours on a book, and everyone is going to harp on something different, so … a book in your hand is better than a perfect, imaginary book in your head.

Are you an NF type by any chance? They struggle the hardest with wanting to live up to some perfect ‘ideal’ / imaginary potential which is not always grounded in reality. Their intuition feeds them all kinds of paranoid thoughts about their writing ability / plot construction / detail-focus / etc, that trust me, very few other people notice or care about. And the more research you do, the more you can feed those problems.

Here’s a few solutions:

Recognize perfect does not exist. This is a made-up thing by evil goblins to keep you from feeling good about what you write. Screw ‘em.

Do your best. Is it not good enough? Tough. If you did your best, no one can ask anything more of you – including yourself. Writing is a skill enhanced with time and practice. You will be a better writer in ten years than you are right now – but to BECOME that better writer, you have to write right now.

Consciously Improve. I read an excellent article once about how it takes a thousand hours of practice to become an expert at something – but a thousand hours does not mean practicing in general, it means practicing with intent. Let me give you an example: you notice as a writer that you tend to use a lot of adverbs instead of strong verbs. Practicing in general would be continuing to write, but using 10,000 adverbs – as usual. You are teaching yourself nothing, just repeating your old mistakes – and not becoming a better writer. Practicing with intent is continuing to write and training your brain to seek our and supply and use strong verbs instead of adverbs.

Do not seek advice from other perfectionists. Two unreasonable idealists do not make one realist. And do not put ideas into your proof / beta reader’s mind; they will go in looking for that flaw and reaffirm your concerns. Trust me, a fresh pair of eyes will find things wrong you did not think of, and may not consider what you’re worried about as a problem. If you have five beta readers, and they all say something different, you cannot make anything perfect by listening to all of them (unless they all have a point); but if five of them say the exact same thing (”Joe is a poorly developed character…”)… LISTEN.

Set reasonable standards for yourself that conform to good writing (such as: I will proof read it to catch any mistakes, I will not over-use adverbs, I will run it through a grammar checker to see if my sentence structure is good) … and then stick to them. Force yourself to stick to them.

Do not borrow trouble. Do not compare yourself to other writers. Do not envy other writers. Do not read other writers, while working on a project, if you have learned in the past that this triggers your fear / perfectionism and makes you overly hard on yourself. (This is why I read no fiction while writing novels; my Ne likes to play the comparison game and I always come up short.)

Okay, the strengths and weaknesses: (these are SUBJECTIVE… and remember, readers of your own type won’t consider them flaws)

NFs: [weaknesses] too much desire to be perfect / too unrealistic / high of standards which stalls the writing process, a lot of trouble adding in the right amount of description. [strengths] Intuitive understanding of emotional dynamics, able to write compelling characters with complex psychological motives.

NTs: [weaknesses] may have unrealistic / perfectionist tendencies / too high of self-standards, a lot of trouble adding in the right amount of description, and sometimes, flat or emotionless characters. [strengths] Often excellent satirists or comedic writers with zany world approaches and good at jarring the reader from their comfort zone.

SFs: [weaknesses] may use too much detail / descriptions / focus on things that do not drive the plot forward, be fussy about making their story ‘realistic’ and worry their ideas aren’t original enough. [strengths] Terrific at creating realistic, emotionally dynamic characters and world building in ways that make the world seem real (focus on describing actions / events, and noticing everyday things that intuitive writers tend to forget about).

STjs: [weaknesses] may become absorbed in making their stories logical / realistic and focus more on that than emotional connections or growth between characters; may forget to explain motives or clumsily handle emotions or fall into using too much description which slows the plot. [strengths] Excellent at creating realistic, complex, dynamic worlds full of details, often packed with action.

- ENFP Mod

caddy shack

in face melting heat, jean and eren discuss many things of extreme importance while ogling their supervisor levi. ererijean. this is just self indulgent sillies

“You know what I like?” Eren asked.

“Suckin’ dick?” Jean teased, but his heart was only half in it, he was too busy fanning himself on the bench in the caddy shack. The oppressive heat had sap leaching out of the wooden boards giving the place a sickly sweet smell. It was only slightly better inside, in the shade, than out on the course.

“Yes, but also…” Eren struggled upright, which was difficult with Jean draped over him. “Watching Levi drive around in the carts.”

“Mm,” Jean agreed.

The humidity was so overwhelming, Eren’s hair was curling around the brim of his baseball cap, which was unfair Jean thought. And Jean’s eyes looked very honey colored in the bright light thought Eren as he stuck a blade of grass in Jean’s ear only to have him slap it away. Out in the distance, the groan of Levi’s golf cart drew nearer.

“The wind tousling his silken locks.”


“The sound of the shocks crying out in pain as he speeds over the hills,” Eren continued wistfully.

“He likes speed that one,” Jean said, putting his hat over his eyes.

“The grinding noise the cart makes because he has no idea how to use the clutch,” Eren said as they heard the telltale sound of their boss swearing at the cart.

“He doesn’t need it, the carts simply obey. All bend to his will. I’ve seen him break a nine iron over his knee.”

“The way he squeals to a halt in front of the caddy shack,” Eren sighed as Levi hit the curb with some vehemence.

“It’s like peals of laughter,” Jean chorused.

“The way he says—“

“What are you little cock gobblers doing?” Levi snapped, kicking the bottom of the bench where they were thrown across.

Keep reading

Three years ago I was dealing with a bout of depression. It was not unusual, I’ve had depression and anxiety for almost as long as I can remember. But this bout followed my thirtieth birthday. I was not upset about turning thirty. I did not think my life was over or that my youth was behind me. Rather, I was in the middle of an amazing year full of the freedom that came with stepping away from religious oppression, finding my own faith and defining what that meant to me, and coming off of a year of painful fertility drugs and the decision not to continue treatment. I’d honestly never felt better.

And yet … depression.

I got that apathetic kind of depression where nothing seems fun or exciting or even remotely attention grabbing enough to pull me out of bed. I was just … stuck. I was missing something. 

As I do when I’m in a depression, I binged watched things. On a random Saturday, I stumbled upon Deathly Hallows Part One playing on ABC Family, likely during one of their marathons. 

“God I forgot how much I fucking love these movies.”

I’d seen almost every one in theatre. He-Man had read the books religiously (and even worked at a book store during the release of the first few). I knew the general plot because he is utterly incapable of NOT sharing things with me when he’s reading. So when the movies came out, of course we went. He fumed and fumed in his seat over missing characters and twisted plotlines, and I laughed and laughed until some random kid behind me loudly whispered to his friend “That’s the one that dies at the end” when Cedric Diggory first appeared on screen. (Seriously. WTF, you little brat?)

Rather than read the books, I’d spent time playing on Pottermore and the wiki pages learning ingredients to potions and the etymology behind the spells. I loved the world that JKR created, but I suck when it comes to reading fiction. My attention span (especially in my twenties) was garbage. 

So in the last week of June 2014, I borrowed my mother-in-law’s DVDs of the movies and binged them all. I laughed, I cried, I FELT something for the first time in weeks. Emotions. Feeling. Life. Magic. 

“I want to read the books now. I need to read the books.”

So I read them. I read several chapters every night out loud while my husband played video games. I laughed when he cried. He laughed when I cried. I did voices, and we argued over exactly how pompous Lockhart should sound. I gasped during parts that were not in the movies. “Why is Molly being such a bitch to Sirius?” “Wait, who are all these other elves?” “Dumbledore’s a shit. I’m glad he’s dead!” “OMG Tonks. OMG Fred. OMG Remus. OMG I hate this so much.”

And I loved it.

I loved it so much. 

I felt like an addict waiting for my husband to get home each night so I could keep reading. I begged him, “Just two more chapters. I’m almost done with this book!” even as I LITERALLY lost my voice in the middle of Deathly Hallows. 

Then, like magic, I remembered that the story didn’t have to end. I’d been RPing written stories with friends for two decades, and I’d stumbled into fanfiction from time to time. So I knew what sites to go to.

I read epilogue continuations first. I wanted to know what happened after. Then I thought, “I wonder what if …?” And I fell head first into the deep end of Dramione, Marauders, and a crap ton of Marriage Law and Time-Turner fics.

“I have an idea. I want to be apart of this. I think I have a story in me.”

And three years later, I have a life. A hobby. A PASSION. I’ve made amazing friends, rebuilt a really fucked up self esteem and sense of pride, learned a lot about grammar and story structure, and helped to add building blocks to a fandom that saved me. 

I can’t believe it’s been three years.

Thank you all, for some of the best three years of my life.

♥♥♥ Shaya ♥♥♥

okaynatsu  asked:

Are you still doing prompts? If so could you do “Please talk to me.” And "I can't trust you" nalu please


Word Count; 1307

A/N; This is really angsty whoops lol. Also it’s two am rn. Have some fun highschool AU stuff in which Natsu is a dumb teenage boy and Lucy is also a teenager. I was thinking around the 15/16 mark? Full of self rightousd energy and over reactive, bcus what teenager doesn’t think they know everything only to have it blow up in their faces a few times? This time, it’s Natsu realizing he can’t judge without knowing the full story, and Lucy realizing that honesty helps people get why she does things.

“Please talk to me.”

Natsu rolled his eyes, making a show of turning up the volume on his head phones. 

“Natsu,” she begged, putting herself in his way. Her eyes were red rimmed, the usual pretty honey brown murky with tears. As if Natsu would fall for that. Again.

“What do you want?” he asked, his gut twinging at how she flinched at his words. He mentally shook himself, why should he care about how some liar felt? He shoved past her, lips thinning when he felt her grab his elbow. 

“Please, just let me explain-”

“What do you want to explain Lucy? That you lied to all of your ‘friends’? To me? That you used us to get back at your dad? Why don’t you go back to your high life up on that hill and leave us ‘vagrants’ alone?” Natsu spat, yanking his arm out of her hands. Lucy stepped back, shock and pain coating her face openly. Natsu had trusted her instantly, opening his home to the strange teenager he met on the street. 

He hadn’t been so wrong about anything before in his life. 

“I never called you that!” Lucy said, voice high and angry and desperate. Natsu scoffed. “I didn’t” she insisted. “Natsu please, I’m sorry I lied to you about my last name but you have to believe me-”

“Trust you?” Natsu asked, crossing his arms over his chest and ignoring how his backpack slipped into the crook of his elbow. “I can’t trust you.”

“Just let me explain!” Lucy screamed, stamping her foot as more tears spilled down her cheeks. Natsu paused, shocked at her sudden anger. Lucy took his silence as letting her speak, scrubbing at her face violently as she hiccuped. Guilt coiled hot and tight in his chest. He’d made her cry. 

“Yes. Yes, I lied about who I was, okay? I c-come from a big house with lots of money and everything someone could ask for. But I- I would give it all up again because I hate it. My dad,” Lucy broke off, lip warbling and her eyes darting away from him. She hugged herself, Natsu reaching out for her but able to stop himself from comforting her. She continued on, not noticing his hand falling to his side. 

“My dad isn’t a good man. I’m sure he was at some point, but after my mom died… He changed. He started drinking. Focused all his time on his job. You know, it’s actually kinda sad, but last month when you guys through me that birthday party was the first time I celebrated my birthday in almost ten years?” Lucy laughed at herself, wiping her face again. She wasn’t lying. Natsu felt it in his bones, that she wasn’t lying and he was making her so scared and sad that she felt like she owed him her life’s story. Natsu made a choking noise, his disgust for himself catching in his throat. Lucy cringed, curling tighter into herself at his noise. 

How could he have been so wrong?

“I ran away becasue I couldn’t stand being alone in that stupid house anymore. All my dad cares about is money and power. I, I overheard him talking to one of his business partners. He was going to pull me out of school, and then when I turned eighteen he promised I’d ma- marry him. Can you believe that? Who trades their daughter for a bigger share in an oil company?” Lucy took in a deep breath, wet and raspy and all Natsu wanted to do was hold her. Drag her back to the shelter Fairy Tail and never let her dad find her again.

“Lucy,” Natsu started, rooted to his spot. God, why couldn’t he be better with emotions and dealing with people?

“So I changed my name, took on my mom’s last name of Ashley because I refused to be anything like my father. And it worked, for a bit. Of course I felt guilty lying to you guys about who I was, and I tried to make myself useful around the shelter to make up for taking up space that other kids needed more.”

Natsu balked. Who could need some place safe to stay more than a girl fearing for her future?

“But then he found me. A-and said all that awful stuff about you guys, but I guess you over heard that, huh?” Lucy gave him a wry smile, eyes flat as she finally looked at him. God, he’d really fucked up this time. “So, I- I just wanted to let you know I’m sorry. It’s my fault my dad tried to shut down the shelter and it’s my fault he said all that stuff about you guys being ‘vangrants’ and ‘hood rats’. As if my dad even cared about who I hung out with outside of how it affected the Heartfilia name. I’m sorry I lied Natsu, and betrayed your trust, and everyone at Fairy Tail. I’ll leave you alone now, I- I just needed to let you know.”

Lucy gave him a small smile, stepping back half a step as she dropped her gaze to the concrete. Natsu felt his backpack slip from his arm completely, ignoring it as it hit the ground. He grabbed Lucy’s wrist, panic blooming through his mind. “What do you mean you’ll leave me alone?” he asked, searching her face. Lucy looked at him, brows scrunched in confusion.

“I’m going home,” Lucy said slowly, standing rigid in her place. Natsu shook his head, stepping closer to her.

“You can’t.”

“I have nowhere else to go,” Lucy said with a small, sad smile. “I’ll be fine, really. I won’t be eighteen for another two years. Maybe their contract will fall through.” She didn’t sound hopeful, even as she put on a facade. For him. The one who had chased her back into the control of that monster.

“No.” Natsu said simply, yanking her towards him and hugging her as tightly as he could. “I was wrong. Yeah you lied, but you were doing what you had to do to survive.”

“I’m not going to die,” Lucy said calmly, still in Natsu’s arms and tense. 

“Your soul will.”

Natsu let that sink in, an exhale finally leaving him when Lucy returned his hug tightly. “I’m sorry I was an ass. Fairy Tail was lucky to have you. All that matters is that you’re Lucy. The sweet, caring, loud, weird girl who makes the entire room smile with you. You’re family, and I never should have said the shit I did. I’m sorry Lucy. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Lucy didn’t say anything, but Natsu felt her start to shake in his arms, nails digging into his back through his shirt where she was holding onto him tightly. They stood in the middle of the sidewalk for another minute, Natsu uncaring of any looks they got. He pulled away, giving her a small smile when she wiped her face again. She was even pretty when she cried, which Natsu thought was almost insulting. Who taught their child to be controlled even when they cried?

Natsu grabbed her hand, picking up his backpack as he started walking in the direction of Fairy Tail. “Natsu?” Lucy called, concern flashing through her eyes, Natsu thankful to notice some of the old spark returning to them. “Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you home,” Natsu said simply. “Gray’s gonna beat my ass for making you cry, but we have to claim your room again, yeah?” HE smiled at her as brightly as he could, hoping to force some confidence and nonchalance into his words. Fear made his heart skip a beat when he saw fresh tears form in her eyes, quickly washed away when Lucy beamed at him, nodding quickly.

“Okay Natsu. Let’s go home.”

anonymous asked:

I ship Lapidot hardcore, but I can't tell if the crew is trying to tell a story of two best friends living together or two beings who started off hating each other then end up falling in love

That’s totally understandable.  The line between “best friends” and “lovers” can be an incredibly thin one - especially if you consider that a lot of people in life consider their romantic partner to also be their best friend.

However, I’m very heavily leaning towards “lovers”, in the case of Lapis and Peridot.

I’ve written about this subject at length, of course; but there really are some key points to consider if you’re trying to figure out whether or not their relationship is platonic, which I’m going to try and lay out here.

First of all, people make a big deal about how certain characters look at each other.  Peridot and Lapis do smile/grin at other characters an awful lot (it’s perfectly normal to do this to your friends, of course), but there’s something more in the way that they look at each other that truly sets their interactions apart…

Originally posted by geekylaugifs

Peridot’s not just smiling here - she’s positively beaming in a way that she’s never, ever done whilst looking at any other character before.  The way she draws her hands in to her chest while giggling is very typical of how cartoon characters tend to look at their crush/love interest.  And those eyes

Lapis blushes at her and has to look away.  Is this because she’s thinking “oh no she’s really freaking cute”?  Because it sure looks that way to me.  I’m struggling to think of any other reason why she would have to look away like that.

The change of lighting in this scene - with the sun finally coming out in-time with Peridot’s huge smile - makes the whole thing seem rather poetic.  Lapis has spent the entire episode, up until a couple of minutes before this fateful scene, behaving in quite a mean way towards Peridot.  Her resentment was plain for all to see… and yet, she had a change of heart and saved Peridot from the Roaming Eye, specifically stopping to ask her if she was okay afterwards.  And then when Peridot smiles at her and the lighting changes, this could easily be interpreted as being symbolic of Lapis looking at Peridot in a new light.

This isn’t the only time that they give one another loving looks, either.

Originally posted by giffing-lapis

The three characters in this GIF are all watching Peridot.  Look at Lapis here, and compare her facial expression to the other two.  She’s smirking in a way that almost looks suggestive, especially when coupled with those half-lidded eyes…

…and this is something that Lapis tends to do quite a lot - but only when looking at Peridot.


…Peridot also looks at Lapis, and only Lapis, in a tender way on more than one occasion (particularly note her hands in the second picture - again, it’s the archetypal “cartoon character looking at their love interest” pose).

Originally posted by doafhat

It’s worth noting that the pair of them haven’t had a single negative interaction, of any description whatsoever, since the closing scene of Barn Mates.  After that episode, they are then shown in Beta to be sharing basically everything - not just a home, but their interests as well.  Best friends can be close, of course; but Peridot and Lapis appear to share a bond that goes above and beyond something that’s simply platonic. 

Indeed, their interactions in Beta are often compared to those of married couples, and it’s very easy to see why.  They’ve become incredibly close in a short space of time, and are very much settled in their new home together.  Niether of them has ever appeared as happy and relaxed as they are around each other.

Originally posted by estufar

They’re also in absolutely perfect harmony with each other.  In the GIF above, for example, Peridot doesn’t even need to look at Lapis to know that she’s going to get a high-five, she just knows.  It’s also interesting how her facial expression perfectly mirrors Lapis’ as they’re high-fiving (again, without Peridot even looking at Lapis), further empasising how in-sync they both are.

Originally posted by entediadoateamorte

If Barn Mates had them move in together, Beta had them behave like a married couple - then Gem Harvest had them taking the next step, getting a “child”.

Peridot and Lapis embark on a mutual desire to create a new life together (arguably metaphorical of a couple who have a mutual desire to raise a child together) - resulting in “Veggie Head”, the pumpkin.They both treat it like an actual child in many ways, rather than a pet - with Peridot even trying to teach it to speak! 

Steven also says about Veggie - “it’s nice to have a new addition to the family”, meaning that that even he considers Lapis and Peridot to be an actual family unit, rather than simply being close friends.

These reasons (and many more) are why I believe Lapis and Peridot are, in fact, being written as a romantic couple.

anonymous asked:

So can you do headcanons for jealous Peter. Like MJ's had a crush on Peter forever, but they're just friends and she's accepted that. She isn't going to pine over Peter Parker. It's time to put this crush down and the new guy is ok and into her. So she should definitely just say yes the next time he asks her out. Peter is just mind blown when MJ can't hang out cuz she has a date. MJ doesn't date.

*hyperventilates* I am SO ready for jealous!Peter Parker. like, you have no idea. buckle in kids. this headcanon is happening RIGHT NOW. (ps. i might write a part 2 of this….i’m not sure…lemme know what you want, folks.) 

*update: [part 2]

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Being Renessmee's Twin Includes
  • Rosalie: I'm naming her Bella. I will not allow you to butcher and mesh two more names. Her name is Carlie. Deal with it.
  • Carlie: Why can't I fight with you and momma papa? I want to show the Volturi that I'm not a scared little girl. Anyone threatens to kill my family, I refuse to run away
  • Bella: Carlie, how many times have I told you? No throwing knifes in the house. You could hurt Renessmee or yourself. Be more careful.
  • Emmett: C'mon kiddo. I'll teach you how to fight.
  • Jasper: *scoffs* It'd be best if I teach her. You get frustrated too easily Emmett.
  • Carlise: Carlie, your growth is more rapid than Renessmee's. Your genes must be slightly different from hers. It could be an attribution to a power we haven't discovered yet.
  • Esme: It's so sweet of you to help me make dinner for you and Renessmee. I feel like you and I hardly get any time together. Renessmee's always off with either her parents or Jacob and you keep to yourself most of the time. Just know that I'm here if you ever want to talk to someone sweetie. You are my grandbaby afterall.
  • Edward: Your mother and I don't love Renessmee more than you Carlie. We love you both equally. She just relies on us more than you. You've always been more independent than your sister.
  • Carlie: I'm more independent because you and mom are always with her and Aunt Rose takes care of me. But whatever. I don't care anymore. She'll be stuck here in Forks and you all will have to leave eventually and I will travel the world once I reach an acceptable age growth.
  • Bella: Where have you been Carlie?! You've been gone for three whole days! What on earth are you wearing?!
  • Carlie: *sighs* Relax mom. I went to Comic Con in San Diego and cosplayed as Harley Quinn. I went to have some fun. Geez, it's like your trying to keep me trapped with you forever since Renessmee started solely hanging out with Jacob. I bet you really hate that imprint now cause you finally have to pay attention to your other daughter.
  • Alice: Carlie, come shopping with me. We never spend any girl time together since you started buying your own clothes.
  • Carlie: But there's a Gotham marathon on today. How about I go shopping with you tomorrow then?
  • Jasper: *watching the Romanian aired teach you how to fight and use weapons from a window in the house because Bella and Edward forbid him from teaching her himself* I don't see what the problem was with them Alice. I have no urge to drink wither of the girls blood and I adore Carlie. I should be teaching her how to fight, not those barbaric two.
  • Alice: I know Jas. But she finally made some friends that weren't a part of our family. Renessmee has Jacob and that's all she needs. Carlie is free to expand herself unbound to anyone. We don't want to smother the girl by crowding her all the time.
  • Rose: I can't believe Bella never told you about periods. Oh wait, I can. Look Carlie, you have nothing to fear. It's completely natural.
  • Jacob: Why do you hate me Carlie? I never did anything to you.
  • Carlie: *rolls eyes and scoffs* Exactly. I hardly even know you and you're the guy my sister is bound to for life. You've hardly ever acknowledged me before. You've hardly ever spokento me and you have no interest in anyone but my sister. I don't like you because I know that the imprint you have with my sister isn't how you really are or were before my mom even started screwing with your life.
  • Bella: How can you say such a thing Carlie?!
  • Carlie: Oh please. Shut up mom. You know I'm right. You only support that imprint because now, Jacob will forever be within your grasp. Just because you chose not to have him all those years ago doesn't mean you get to keep him around when he's moved on with his life.
  • Renessmee: Will you be my maid of honor?
  • Carlie: I haven't seen or heard from you in nearly four years sis. And frankly I don't want to go to your wedding at all. You know your marriage won't end well. You're in love with Nahuel and whether you admit it or not, you don't feel the same pull if the imprint like you used to. Stop dragging Jacob along. Stop your relationship with him and decide what you want. God, you are worse than our mother. Make up your freaking mind.
  • Leah: I didn't think it would be possible, but I am actually best friends with someone who shares half her DNA with Bella Cullen.
  • Carlie: Oh hush. I'm nothing like my mother and you know it. Now shut up so I can hear Tom Hiddleston say "mewling quim."
  • Seth: Are you sure about this Carlie?
  • Carlie: Yes, for the thousandth time. I love you and I refuse to be bound to someone I met only once. I fell in love with you and that is what I've always wanted. To fall in love, not be bound by fate to become whatever my mate pleases.

anonymous asked:

Sooooo if you feel like it, would you wanna maybe write something where peter is just insanely swamped with homework and working with tony/being Spider-Man and ends up with a cold and it's not that big of a deal except that he's *exhausted* and can't take a break and it all just makes him feel really emotional and gross?? Also idk if Ned would fit in here somehow but I love him, so. 🏫

Tony can handle the sniffling and sneezing. He can handle the occasional complaints that seem to carry a lot more bite to them than usual, but he cannot handle crying in any capacity. So the second he sees Peter swipe the back of a hand across tired, welling eyes, he steps out of the conference room with his phone gripped tightly in his hand. 

He scrolls through his past calls, stopping on an unfamiliar number and pressing the call button. Maybe it’s nothing, Tony thinks as he listens to the phone ring in his ear, but maybe it’s something- something big, something more than he’s capable of handling, something-

“Holy crap! Tony Stark is calling me! Mom! Tony Stark is-”

“Ted,” Tony interrupts, voice firm, forward, and prompting a nervous laugh from the other line. 

“It’s Ned actually.” 

“I don’t care,” Tony mutters, sparing a weary glance toward the conference room as the faint sounds of coughing slip from the underneath the door. “What I do care about is the reason behind Peter’s crying.” 

“He’s crying?”

For the first time since answering the phone, Ned sounds alert, concerned, and an uneasy pit twists within Tony’s stomach. “Yes. He seems sick I suppose. He keeps coughing and sneezing on his textbook, and he’s mentioned more than once that he has a million assignments due. Hell, he even fell asleep on the drive to the tower. What’s wrong with him?” 

“Can I come over?”

The abrupt urgency coating Ned’s tone has Tony gripping his phone until his knuckles fade to a pale white. “Why? What’s wrong with him?” 

“It’s just- look. I’m coming over. I’ll call an Uber and be there as fast as I can.” 

Before Tony can object, the line goes dead. He drops his hand to his side and glances back toward the conference room with a frown plastered across his lips. He takes a moment to inform FRIDAY of Ned’s impending arrival before he reenters the conference room, noting with furrowed brows that Peter is silently crying while hunched over his textbook and scribbling away on a piece of paper. 

Tony opens his mouth, but his mind can’t bring forth helpful words. A biting tone burns on his lips, his natural reaction when addressing touchy situations, so he clamps his mouth shut, lips pulling into a hard line, and takes a seat across from Peter. 

He studies the younger boy, frown deepening all the while as Peter seems to grow increasingly upset with each growing second, but in just a short twenty minutes, the conference room door is slowly opening, and both Tony and Peter look to see Ned slip in quietly. 

“Ned?” Peter asks, voice holding a hint of a rasp. The pencil in his hand shakes along sudden, fearful tremors shooting across his limbs. “What are you doing here? Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, man,” Ned says, moving around the table until he’s pulling out a chair beside Peter. “But you’re not.” 

Peter shifts his gaze down as more tears burn against his eyes. His shoulders slump forward, and he lets out a cracking sigh that has tears slipping down his cheeks. 

“I can’t do this,” he whispers, and Ned waits, silent and patient, for Peter to elaborate. 

“It’s too much,” Peter starts, voice soft yet wavering. “I’ve been up all night the last three nights trying to stay caught up on homework, but I’m still not done. I’m so tired, but Mr. Stark and I have this robbery mission with Steve later, and I want to be there, but-” A gripping cough cuts Peter off; he turns away to cough into the crook of his arm before turning back to lock bleary eyes with Ned’s worried ones. 

“I just can’t do this. I can’t be a model student and a superhero.” 

From his spot across the two, Tony watches the scene unfold with crossed arms, fingers digging into his arms with each word from Peter’s mouth. The want to comfort the boy burns hot along his chest, but the roaming letters bouncing around his mind fail to form into sentences. Luckily for him, Ned seems to have this under control. 

“Come on, man. You know you can do this,” Ned says, lips curling up into a smile and serving as a clear contrast to Peter’s drooping frown. “You’re the only person I know who can do this.” 

“But, I-” Peter tries, voice catching against a sneeze that has him once again turning away from his friend. Four sharp sneezes later, and he turns back to Ned with a soft sniffle that Ned nods at. 

“You’re sick, dude. No one can do much when sick, not even superheroes. All you need is some rest and some help from your best friend on that homework, and you’re solid.” 

“I can’t rest,” Peter groans, shifting a slow gaze toward Tony. “Mr. Stark and I-” 

“Stop.” Words finally find their way to Tony’s lips. “Clint and Sam can help Steve tonight. You are going to rest.” 


“Peter,” Tony interrupts for the second time. “Enough. You can’t do everything. You’re clearly sick, and you are going to rest.” 

“I’d listen to him,” Ned mutters, nudging Peter with a light smile. “He seems serious.” 

With a quiet grumble, Peter gets to his feet and starts out the door, too exhausted to even gather his belongings. Ned and Tony follow behind but lag just enough to keep their voices from reaching Peter’s ears. 

“You know something, kid,” Tony says, glancing toward Ned before dragging a slow gaze back toward Peter’s retreating back. “You’re alright.” Nodding, he quickens his pace until he’s striding along side Peter. 

Ned, however, hangs back, steps slowly coming to a halt as his jaw practically plummets to the floor. 

“Holy shit.”

Companions react to childrens' awe after they act heroic
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b></b> The children of the settlement watched in awe as the companion took down 6 raiders at once. Sole wasn't there, and all of the turrets were down, so it was up to them to protect the settlement alone. A little girl around the age of six almost got bludgeoned when she came out of hiding to get her teddy bear. Before she got so much as a bruise, the companion swooped in and killed the nasty raider. They patted the girl's head before giving her back her teddy bear. They told her to get back into hiding, and the companion went back into the firefight. (The ones that can speak/pat heads anyways) When the very last raider was down, the companion collapsed on the ground, exhausted. They only got a second to breath though. As soon as they could, every child from the settlement tackled the companion. They called them awesome and cool while giving the companion hugs, or high fives.<p/><b>Ada:</b> "That is quite enough children. You are welcome, but I really need to get back to my duties." The kids keep pestering poor Ada until she relents and answers a few questions. She only stays long enough for the children to be satisfied with the answers they got. She leaves to go hide somewhere while she runs a diagnostics on herself.<p/><b>Cait:</b> She felt pretty good about herself up until she thought the kids were getting to annoying. "Alright kids. That's enough. Bugger of now!" She almost felt bad about sending them away, but the kids didn't seem to mind as they were acting out what had just happened. That made Cait glad. She wouldn't even want to think about what Sole would do to her if she made a kid cry.<p/><b>Codsworth:</b> "By jove!" Codsworth was surprised when he got knocked down by the children. He just sat there slightly dumbfounded as to why the children were so awe-struck. He kindly answered any questions they had until the kids got bored and moved on to play at the playground. Though he could see the little girl he saved sporting a bowler hat identical to Codsworth' later that day. If he had a face, he would've smiled.<p/><b>Curie:</b> She was very pleased to have the kids think that she was cool. She answered honestly when she was asked how she felt while fighting. "Well... I was definitely scared. I probably couldn't have done it if I wasn't trying to protect you all." That made some of the kids tear up. Curie almost panicked, but managed to calm them down by giving them some candy she had found a while back.<p/><b>Danse:</b> Danse didn't get knocked down due to his power armour but the kids swarmed around his legs, making him lose his footing and fall. The force of it made some kids fall, and made two of the younger ones cry. Danse teared up himself. He hated seeing innocent kids cry. He quickly recovered, and scooped the crying children up and ran them over to Curie, so that she could cheer them up. The rest of the children hung on to his back. Curie cheered them up, and now the kids thought that Danse's strength was more impressive than anything. He gave them all piggyback rides the rest of the day as a way to make up for his screw up.<p/><b>Deacon:</b> Right away, Deacon told the crowd of kids extravagant lies about his more awesome adventures. "I once fought twice that many deathclaws barehanded!" He liked having someone believe his dumb lies for once. He kept it up until Sole came back to a Deacon with his own little group following him everywhere. They told him to quit it before the kids get any wild ideas.<p/><b>Dogmeat:</b> Dogmeat is absolutely ecstatic that he is getting all of this attention. He enjoys the belly rubs and 'good boys' that the children give him. He returns the favour by giving them thank you licks on their hands.<p/><b>Gage:</b> Gage is low-key terrified of children, so he doesn't even try to interact with them. He just runs. That leads to a chase where the kids think its a game. He eventually can't continue running, and neither can the kids, so he just collapses onto the ground. The children fall on and around him, and he can't find the strength to push them off, so he just falls asleep like that. Sole comes back to see that they're still asleep in that position, and finds it absolutely adorable. They don't hesitate to tease him about it later.<p/><b>Hancock:</b> When he gets tackled, he hits his head, making him black out for a second. The kids go silent, and one asks if he's dead. Hancock just sits up and starts laughing. "Don't worry about it, you little tykes. As you just saw, it takes more than that to off me!" The kids cheer, and start apologising a bunch. It takes Hancock a while before the kids will part from him. He enjoys having the kids follow him around like a miniature army. He finds it cute.<p/><b>Longfellow:</b> Instead of taking the praise the children offer him, he sits them all down to tell them really excited stories from when he was young. As the stories get more and more suspenseful, the children get more and more drawn in by them. When Longfellow is all done, the kids are even more awe-struck than before.<p/><b>MacCready:</b> He hugs and high-fives the kids right back. He's just happy he saved them, but he supposed it couldn't hurt to accept the children's thanks. If Duncan is in the crowd, then MacCready makes sure to act like killing all those raiders single-handedly is no big deal. He wants to show off for his son.<p/><b>Nick Valentine:</b> He ruffled a few of the kid's instead of a hug. They call him "the most awesomest person ever, " but he refuses the title. "Listen up kiddos. I'm not all that great. But you guys? You're the real cool ones. You didn't panic when the raiders came, and I bet that when you're older, you'll be able to kick twice as much butt as I did today." He smiles as the children's beaming faces. They all think of how cool it would be to actually do that.<p/><b>Piper:</b> Is so happy that the children thinks she's cool. She gets called a lot of things, but never cool. She doesn't hesitate to give all the kids hugs, telling them what a great job they did staying calm even when their home was being attacked. If Nat is there, she makes sure to drag a compliment out of her sister. She begrudgingly does, but in her mind, she's thinking of how awesome her sister is.<p/><b>Preston:</b> Preston is practically glowing with happiness. He's so glad that the children are looking up to him. Especially since he did something that's a good influence on the kids. He doesn't hesitate to tell them about the Minutemen and how they help people too. "Listen up kiddies. When you grow up, and you want to help and be awesome just like I was, then you should join the Minutemen." Some of the kids keep that in mind.<p/><b>Strong:</b> Needles to say, Strong is confused when a bunch of tiny humans crowd around him. They're all taking at once, so he can't understand a single one. Strong roars as loud as he can, effectively scaring them off. All of them except the girl with the teddy that is. She just stands there and says "awesome" in a barely audible voice. Surprisingly, Strong takes a liking to this fearless child and the two become friends. The little girl rides around on Strong's shoulders all day while he tells her stories about the killing he's done with his bothers. The strange creatures he's eaten, and the milk of human kindness are mentioned as well. When Sole comes back and sees them, they don't even question it.<p/><b>X6-88:</b> He's already waking away before the kids even reach him. He ignores them before they get in the way of his path. He sighs and tells them to speak. They do, and he almost regrets it. Their questions come rushing forth, some of them, he can't even answer. He stumbles over his words, and is just all around confused until Sole comes back and dismisses the kids. They look at X6 with a smirk on their face, amused that children can get him so easily frazzled. He's so close to hugging them in thanks, but decides against it. He opts for a simple "Thank you sir/ma'am." Sole chuckles and goes about their business.<p/></p><p/></p><p/><b></b> @ishtar0110<p/></p>

platinumparfait  asked:

Is it an unhealthy use of Fi if ever the user doesn't think about how other people feel when there's so much turmoil on the inside that the user can't even fix? An example of this would be me figuring out how to control my emotions towards someone that I don't get to think about how my actions are actually causing him to feel uncomfortable. I just thought that the feeling I have towards him and giving to him isn't really a problem until he told me he feels uncomfortable because of it.

This is extremely common in Fi types, but you know what? I don’t think it’s necessarily unhealthy. I think it’s normal. I’m not really thinking about how you may feel in response to my answers as I write this; I’m just focused on answering you!

The natural preoccupation of an introverted function is pointed toward one’s internal mechanics. Introverted Feeling therefore is preoccupied with how it feels over the needs of others, simply because what is going on inside the Fi user is so incredibly intense, it’s hard to divert energy outside oneself when one is having strong emotions. If I am upset, or depressed, or hurt, it is extraordinarily difficult for me to tune in to other people or to notice how I am making them feel. In truth, I simply do not care. I feel like I am dealing with a hurricane inside me; they can wait until I have figured out how to find the eye of the storm.

That does not make me a bad person, unless I am being horrible to them.

I found myself in a bad mood the other day and snapping at people. I did not like it, so I stepped back and asked, “Okay, girl, what is REALLY going on? You know damn well that the things you’re mad about today do not really upset you. 99% of the time, you are super chill and nothing upsets you.” Turns out, I was anxious about my kitten’s first trip to the vet and channeling that anxious energy into “anger.” I directed it into taking issue with minor problems, nitpicks, insults, and misunderstandings instead of saying: “I’m anxious, but it will all be fine.”

Here’s my take, as a Fi user / my life emotional mantra:

Your emotions are your responsibility. You cannot control how others treat you, but you can control how you respond and how you treat other people. If your feelings are out of control or causing pain, you have to reign them in.

Your mental well being takes precedence, because you are all you have. Guess who the one person you are going to spend your entire life with is? You. Thus it is in the best interest of yourself to take care of your mental health. If this means staying away from toxic people or those who bring out the worst in you, so be it. If this means you need alone time to deal with your feelings, so be it. If this means you have to stand up for yourself, so be it. But you owe it to yourself to be the healthiest person you can be, emotionally; so it’s up to you to find out what works, what you believe, what matters most to you, and stand by it.

You should value other people’s feelings as you value your own. Since you automatically have a Fi thing where you think, “But I wouldn’t want someone to treat me like that,” you probably already have an idea of how to treat other people as human beings with feelings. Part of respecting other people is listening to them even when you are in pain and learning and abiding by their boundaries. If someone says, “Please don’t do that to me, it makes me uncomfortable,” you need to stop doing it out of respect for them.

I had a bad habit as a teenager (call it my “rebellious” phase) where I would push my dad’s buttons all the time for kicks. I never once thought about how he might feel; I was too wrapped up in my own moodiness. Once I matured, and felt guilt for being unnecessarily rude, I realized what I was doing was causing him anguish and was unnecessarily cruel, and I would not like others doing that to me – and I stopped. I now direct those energies (my natural intuition into how people tick) into being a peacemaker between him and my brother, who also pushes his buttons but not intentionally; I use it to solve their communication problems and diffuse anger before it erupts. The feeling that leaves me with is so much more amazing than the selfish emotions I had from causing trouble.

There’s a reason Fe’s think Fi’s are “selfish.” Plain truth: it’s hard for us to look beyond ourselves to other people, and our compassionate treatment of others is often tied to our own wants, beliefs, and desires. (”Well, I would not want to drive that far, so she doesn’t want to drive that far, either.”) The “selfishness” is something we cannot help, in the sense that we have literally no choice but to deal with our emotions and our morals FIRST. Because we are not “tuned in” to other people emotionally, when we people please (to avoid conflict, so we don’t have to deal with other people’s emotional angst)… we get it wrong. The solution is effective communication and to train yourself to actually think about how the other person feels by asking them what they want.

I had a miscommunication this week with a friend, where I realized she thinks she has to take a day off from work to visit me whenever she drives out. When she worried that she could not get a day off (and therefore could not come) this weekend, it was an enormous relief to her to have me say, “Come anyway, we can have fun over a single night.” She thought I always wanted her for two nights, because that’s how it’s always been. I, meanwhile, thought SHE always wanted to come for two nights. I never imagined she thought that my invitation to come hang out only referred to two night stays! I had never invited her for one night, because I would not want to make that long drive just to stay one night. I was thinking about how I would feel, and assuming she was the same; when she is the opposite. As an SFJ, she would be happy with one night, so long as she got to see me, and talk, and do things, and have a brief break from work.

I am gradually learning to tune in to my friends… and ask them questions. I think sometimes my fear of conflict or hurting their feelings is unnecessary; because open, emotionless, curious conversation does not hurt feelings and in this case, could have saved her endless angst (”Can I get time off???”). 

Ideally, a Fi needs to figure out how to handle and deal with their own emotions in ways that do not cause collateral damage; they need to mature to the point where they know what battles to fight and what insults to take personally, so they have more energy to divert toward paying attention to their friends and family’s emotional responses. A Fi will never “read” the emotions the way a Fe does, but a Fi CAN learn to be socially appropriate and ask what the other person wants. If anything, Te users like to have their cards on the table, but a high Fi can be too shy to ask, “What do you want from me? From this relationship? Am I giving you what you want and need?”

But sometimes, asking is what the Fi needs to do.

- ENFP Mod

anonymous asked:

"I can't stop thinking about you." + Robron. Thank you! <3

 a bit of an alternative universe drabble for you, anon. i hope you enjoy!

Robert wasn’t sure why he was so nervous to pick up the phone, and just ring Aaron. It’s something he’d done a thousand times before, calling his - well, friend? boyfriend? hot guy he met in a bar he’d been sleeping with for months now? He wasn’t so sure what to call him, not really.

The point was, he’d phoned Aaron so frequently, it was a normal part of his daily routine. But here was, sitting at his desk, looking at his phone as though it was going to bite back if he picked it up, his stomach in knots as he tried to convince himself to just call Aaron.

It wasn’t that hard, it was hardly a big deal.

But it was, it was a big deal. What Robert had planned to say, well, it was a big deal, and it had the potential to change everything.

He was terrified.

Still, the prospect of things continuing as they were were even worse, so Robert reached for his mobile, ignoring how his hands shook as he scrolled through his contacts, pressing call on Aaron’s number before he could talk himself out of it again.

Holding his phone to his ear, Robert did his best to try and steady his breathing as he waited for Aaron to answer, his panic getting worse the longer the phone rang, Aaron usually the type to answer quickly.

“Hi, it’s Aaron. I can’t get to the phone right now, but if you leave a message, I’ll get back to you.”

Of course it was his voicemail. The most important conversation of Robert’s life, and he was about to have it with a machine.

There was a joke in there, somewhere.

“Hiya, it’s me - it’s Robert,” Robert began, smiling to himself as he looked at the couch in the corner of his office, remembering how they’d sat there the other night, eating takeaway from the new Thai place down the street, their dinner date turning to Aaron straddling his lap and making a whole lot of new memories on a couch that usually housed reams of paperwork, or a steady stream of boring clients. “I was hoping to get to say this to you face to face, but I guess maybe I won’t bottle it, if I’m talking to your voicemail.”

He could practically hear Aaron laughing at him, laughing at his ridiculousness as he spoke, Robert leaning back in his desk chair. “I love you,” he continued, straight to the point. “I love you more than I ever thought I could love anyone, if I’m honest. You just - you make me feel like a stupid teenager, when I’m with you.”

It was true. When they were together, Robert felt like he was some idiot teenager in love, Aaron making him feel giddy, and lighthearted, and on top of the world, however cheesy all that sounded.

Eight months of being with Aaron, and Robert had turned from cynical sarcastic pain in the arse, to hopelessly in love, a soft, silly, hopeless romantic with his mind constantly on Aaron, and when he’d next see Aaron, when he’d next get to hold him close and kiss him, be with him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Robert admitted, his heart racing as he spoke, tried to find the words. He’d pictured this a thousand times over, rehearsed it in the mirror enough, but it was close to impossible to get it all out now, tell Aaron everything he felt in the short few minutes he had to speak to his voicemail. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop thinking about you. God knows I’ve tried, Aaron, but I just can’t get you out of my head.”

This was it.

This, this was the moment he’d been agonising over for weeks now, trying to figure out if asking it would push Aaron away for good.

“If you leave him, I’ll leave her, Aaron.” Robert said, glancing at the framed photograph on his desk, the woman he’d called his girlfriend, his partner for close to four years now, thinking of the kindly faced, dark haired man that Aaron shared a life with, the man he’d fallen in love with at twenty and been with ever since.

He’d leave Emily, for Aaron. Robert never thought he’d say those words aloud, never though he’d have convinced himself to do it, but as he sat, speaking to Aaron’s voicemail, his decision was made.

“I will, I’ll leave her for you, because I love you. It’s you that  I want to spend the rest of my life with, Aaron,” Robert trailed off, wishing he was really speaking to Aaron now, wishing he could gauge his reaction, see how Aaron felt about his proposal.

“Are you being serious?”

Robert nearly dropped his phone when he heard Aaron’s voice, the other man standing in the doorway of his office. “What are you doing here?” he asked, standing up and shoving his chair back unceremoniously.

Aaron held up a paper bag, the branding of the Thai food place around the corner catching Robert’s eyes. “I figured I’d bring you dinner,” he said. “Have a repeat of the other night.”

Robert nodded, nervous now. “Okay.”

Aaron set the takeaway bag down on Robert’s desk, closing the space between them. Robert’s stomach flipping uncomfortably as he noticed Aaron’s wedding ring, the metal band on his finger telling of the fact his boyfriend did belong to someone else.

A band not dissimilar to the one on Robert’s own left hand, the symbol of the commitment he’d made to Emily close to two years ago now.

“Did you mean it?” Aaron asked again, a hint of desperation in his voice.

“Yes.” Robert said, firm in his own words, confident in a way he’d never been before, when they’d both wondered if they could leave their marriages. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Aaron, even when I’m with her. I can’t live like this anymore, I want to be with you.”

Aaron let out a shaky laugh. “We’re both married, Robert,” he said, his gaze drawn to the well worn ring on his hand. He’d married Ryan close to four years ago, more settled than Robert, despite their age difference. “It’s going to be an absolute mess.”

“I know.”

“And you’re still willing to do it?” Aaron pushed, seemingly unwilling to touch Robert just yet, his hands hovering awkwardly between them.

Robert grinned, feeling fairly hopeful he had Aaron on board with the plan now, that maybe he’d agree to it, and they could start over, start a real life together - have more than stolen moments and late night takeaway dinners in Robert’s office. “I’m game if you are.”

Imagine: Marinette with the Butterfly Miraculous instead

I have no idea how this would work but bare with me.

So instead of Marinette gaining the Ladybug Miraculous, she gets the Butterfly Miraculous. Maybe the Ladybug Miraculous is being wielded by the bad guy in this one (Sorry Tikki!)(#FreeTikki2k16).

Adrien is still our lovable flirty mess of a black cat who has only met the mysterious “La Mariposa” in person a few times but she made one hell of an impression before they both agreed that keeping her behind the scenes and away from the actual battle would be better.

So Marinette creates “Champions” as the Miraculous is supposed to be used to fight evil. She finds people who are willing to help. 

Sometimes they are sad (Mariposa gives Kim a pep talk as Kim/Cupid helps with the latest battle). 

Sometimes they are angry (Lady Wifi had to be talked out of going after Chloe but Mariposa was stern and spoke to Alya about being the better person. Though Mariposa did speak to the Principle about getting Alya’s suspension revoked). 

Often they are scared (Courage was Mylene’s Champion form and gave her the strength to help her friends.)

As La Mariposa, Marinette is able to help people overcome the negativity in their lives to become better people. It also helps her control her own emotions resulting in less spazzing around Adrien, less overthinking and generally helps her maturity develop.

Chat uses the Champions as temporary teammates…

And of course, as a means to flirt and interact with La Mariposa, no matter who the champion is.

Just Imagine during alternate episodes:

Alya/Lady Wifi: Is he … always like this, Mariposa?

Marinette/Mariposa: *resigned sigh* Believe me. He gets worse.

Nino/ The Bubbler: Dude, did he just…?

Marinette/La Mariposa: Tell him if he says one more pun, you’re punting him into space.

Nino/ The Bubbler: I don’t know. It was pretty good. I’d hate to burst his bubble.

Marinette/ La Mariposa: Mon Dieu, don’t you start!

Mylene/ Courage: Um, Miss Mariposa, why is he flirting with you through me?

Marinette/La Mariposa: Frankly, at this point, I don’t even know what goes through his head. 

*About Theo/Copycat* 

Marinette/ La Mariposa: Nope, I refuse to deal with two of you. One is bad enough.

Adrien/ Chat Noir: You just can’t get enough of me, can you My Lady?

Just imagine a Butterfly!Marinette doing her best and a Chat Noir!Adrien who gets to interact with all these people (improving his social skills) and still know at least one person has got his back.

Watching the second Little Witch Academia OVA with my best friend

Me: *presses play*
Her: This is an hour long?? I thought it was 20 minutes, I don’t think I can stand her (Akko’s) screaming for an hour.

*Sucy being Sucy*
Her: Being so into mushrooms can’t be healthy. She should go to a meeting or something. 

Her: Dammit, we’re not even two minutes in and they’re already screaming. 

Her: Oh my god, that teacher (Finneran) looks just like our literature teacher from high school. 
Me: *stunned silent cause holy shit, that’s who she reminded me of this entire time!* 

Her: Now everyone’s high. If the teacher didn’t have a stick up her ass, that would make for an amazing lesson. 

Her: I’m still not sure how I feel about everyone praising her (Diana) like that all the time and her acting like it wasn’t a big deal. She still has that obnoxious, bitchy vibe about her. She needs to lighten up. 

Her: Why is she (Finneran) acting like she didn’t know they caused trouble? Wasn’t she the one who put them in detention anyways? It all happened in her class.

Her: Where’s Chariot?
Me: In hiding.
Her: -_- Well, where’s Ursula then?

Her: She (Ursula) is acting more like a student than a teacher. How old is she supposed to be? 

*Constanze is introduced*
Her: What the fuck is her name again? *rewinds* Holy shit. 

*Jasminka is introduced*
Me: Lol, you.
Her: *swallowing food* Shut up. 

*Akko talking about the Happy Time Project*
Her: God, she’s annoying… 

*during broom dancing practice*
Her: As if she (Akko) had any chance of being remotely coordinated.

Her: Isn’t she (Sucy) supposed to be one of her best friends or something? Why is she so mean?

Her: Diana is kinda hot. And I like her voice a lot, too.
Me: I know right? *internally dying cause yess she likes Diana, thank god*

*Diana talking about the parade/calling Akko a fangirl witch who is nothing like her*
Her: Well, she’s not wrong. She’s still kinda mean though, I don’t know if I should like her or not. 

Her: She (Akko) seriously needs to tone it down. Like, a lot. 

*Akko rips Lotte’s scroll*
Her: Punch her. I’d have punched her. 

*Diana shows up in the tower and scolds Akko*
Her: Like… What she says is not wrong, it’s the way she says it that I have a problem with. She kinda seems like she wants to help her (Akko) in her own, bitchy way. 

*Akko using the Shiny Rod to absorb power from the Sorcerer’s Stone*
Her: Take a note of the time. She’s finally had a good idea that might actually work. 

*Akko jump-starting the parade by accident*
Her: Oh for fuck’s sake. 

Her: Ahh, I missed her (Ursula sensei). She’s cool. 

*Amanda asks Akko what they should do*
Her: Oh yeah, that’s who you should be asking about what to do. Totally. 

Her: Okay. Diana is cool. 

*Akko drops the Shiny Rod*
Her: Ugh. How can she be so stupid? 

*Lotte shows up singing*
Her: I don’t get it…?

*giant gets stronger*
Her: Oh. It’s not over. 

Her: Why are they the ones who have to defeat the giant? It’s already established that Diana is the best witch there, she could easily stop him herself.
Me: Cause the main character has to do something to show she’s not useless.
Her: Well, she should start by stop being so stupid. 

*nullification/mummification word play*
Her: They already used that joke like half an hour ago. 

Her: What the hell is a Shiny Ballista? What is a ballista?
Me: *googles it*
Her: Oh.  

*trio successfully defeats the giant*
Her: Yeah, no one saw that coming. 

*Diana smiles while watching the trio/says Akko completed a spell of a higher level than her own but her spellcasting is still sloppy*
Her: Aaw, Diana is cute when she smiles. She still has to work on actually paying a compliment though. She has a weird way of doing it. 

*end credits*
Her: Already??

Second OVA has, officially, been a success. She asked me when we can watch the actual series. I can tell this is gonna turn into a thing of us watching LWA together, and me just taking notes of everything she says so I can post it later.

Sia watches LWA

House of Cards | one


genre: angst, fluff

word count: 12.3k 

preview, one, two

I looked at the teacher yet again, still not being able to completely focus on his words. Not because I didn’t want to or because I thought that his class was boring. I loved his class, it was actually my favorite. I couldn’t understand what he was saying because the people out front, the popular kids, were being too loud for whatever reason.

I rolled my eyes at them and tried my best to block them out. I had done the same thing many times before so it shouldn’t be a problem to do it once more. But when I finally managed to do it I wished that I had stayed oblivious for the rest of the class.

“Yoona, you’re paired with Jungkook”

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