i cry on a daily basis because of you

We talk a lot about Yuuri having to reconcile his idea of Viktor with the real Viktor–that is, Yuuri has this flawless, wonderful ideal of Viktor in his head which has to sort of be cut down to fit the person that Viktor really is. Which is a healthy part of their relationship, and which I completely agree is something Yuuri has to face at some point during that first summer.

But I think there’s also something to be said about Yuuri realizing that some of the horrible things he’s heard about Viktor through the skating community grapevine are not so true.

Yuuri, despite what he says, is much closer to is idol than most people ever get. If Viktor is a movie star, Yuuri is the secondary character–he’s there, and a lot of people definitely know he’s there, and he knows enough people who also know Viktor for the gossip mill to really get churnin sometimes.

I also think that at the back of every person who has ever had a celebrity crush’s mind is a little voice saying, “Never meet your heroes,” and Yuuri Katsuki is terrified of that little voice, and it contributes to the distance he keeps from Viktor–because at some point, that much distance from someone you’re facing off against in international competitions has got to be just a little bit purposeful.

So cue Viktor coming into his life all of a sudden one day, and all Yuuri can think about are the terrible awful no good very bad things people have told him about Viktor and the kind of person Viktor is.

“Fuck Viktor Nikiforov,” an older skater had told him after Skate America, six glasses into a box of wine and bitter as hell about missing the podium. “No, really, fuck him. The Russians are paying off the ISU to keep him at the top. He isn’t even that talented. I hear–I hear he doesn’t even train. I hear he just shows up and fucking does whatever and they give him gold because he’s Viktor Nikiforov.”

“I…don’t think…” Yuuri frowned at his own glass of wine. “I mean…that couldn’t be true.” He glances at Phichit next to him. “Could it?”

“Sour grapes,” Phichit advises, and Yuuri isn’t as familiar with English idioms at that point, so he thinks Phichit is talking about the wine.

Yuuri mostly forgets about it, but somewhere in the back of his mind–he can’t stop thinking about it. He watches and rewatches Viktor’s old programs and wonders to himself if the reason he thinks they’re so good is because he’s watching them through rose-tinted glasses.

Yuuri and Phichit are suffering through finals and trying to survive through twenty-hour days of nothing but studying and skating. They lay themselves on the bleachers one afternoon while they’re supposed to be doing warm ups.

“What if I just quit school and became and underwater basket weaver,” Yuuri mumbles directly into the metal seat of the bleacher. “That would be fine, right?”

“WWVND,” Phichit replies. “What Would Viktor Nikiforov Do.”

“You’re right,” Yuuri sighs.

“Viktor Nikiforov is dumber than a box of rocks,” says of the other members of the club as she skates by. “You know he never even finished high school? I mean, what counts as high school in a country like Russia. The guy probably thinks two plus two equals borscht.”

“That’s not…” Yuuri smushes his nose against the bleacher. “Hey, that’s not…”

“FUCK OFF OLIVIA,” Phichit shrieks across the rink, and Celestino definitely hears. They have to do twenty minutes of line drills. 

“What Would Viktor Nikiforov Do, right boys?” asks Olivia as she watches Yuuri try not to heave after Celestino finally releases them from their Sisyphean torture.

“I’m gonna fucking kill her,” Phichit says, and he sounds so deeply serious that Yuuri is sincerely worried.

Several weeks later, someone mentions Viktor within earshot of Phichit and he jokingly says, “Watch what you say, that’s Yuuri’s future husband you’re talking about,” and it sort of makes Yuuri want to hit him but mostly makes Yuuri blush.

“Really?” replies that someone. “I don’t know about that, Yuuri. I wouldn’t touch that guy with a thirty foot pole. He sleeps around. Probably has all kinds of nasty stuff going on down there.”

“Oh, whatever,” Phichit says, rolling his eyes. “Like you would know.”

Yuuri ducks his head back into his book and tries not to think about it.

These are the things that Yuuri holds in the back of his mind about Viktor, the worries that travel with him anywhere he has even the chance of encountering Viktor Nikiforov. 

‘Never meet your heroes’ becomes something of the unspoken mantra of Yuuri’s life. 

Then Viktor Nikiforov catapults himself straight into Yuuri’s lap, and Yuuri learns a few things.

Viktor trains. Viktor trains hard. Viktor has neglected everything but training and skating and satisfying his own frantic need to be the best for twenty years. Viktor Nikiforov is a lonely, sad bookworm with one friend and a gaping, yearning need to be touched–and he did not get to be where he is without making sacrifices. 

Yuuri has never met anyone who made more sacrifices for this sport and this art than Viktor Nikiforov. It opens something up inside of him, throbbing and raw. It makes Yuuri want to take Viktor’s heart and shove it inside his own chest so that it never feels cold or lonely again. It makes him want to stand on the top of a tall building somewhere and scream fuck you to every person he’s encountered whose jealousy tried to convince him that this man was less than what he is.

And yes, Yuuri knows now that Viktor is forgetful and brutally honest and often doesn’t say the right thing at the right time.

He knows that Viktor is only ambidextrous in that he can use a fork with both hands and that it takes him twenty minutes in the morning to decide on a shirt to wear. He knows that Viktor Nikiforov is a blanket hog and that if Yuuri wants to wake up still covered in the morning, they have to have no less than three blankets on the bed at all times.

He knows that Viktor sometimes descends into these loops of manic energy where he wants to do everything and can’t sit still and in those moments, Yuuri wants to lock him in a room and leave him there until he starts making sense again.

He also knows that Viktor Nikiforov has the most genuinely beautiful soul that Yuuri has ever had the opportunity to touch. He knows that very few people in his life will ever love him like Viktor, and that he himself has never felt for anyone quite what he feels for this man. His man. 

He knows these things and he thinks that maybe Viktor is perfect after all, perfect in his imperfection. Every jagged edge of his fits into one of Yuuri’s, and every curve of Yuuri’s lovingly presses flush with Viktor’s until they fit together seamlessly, like a pair of puzzle pieces.

Yuuri is also still a very petty person on the inside, though–which is why he makes posts on Instagram that read things like Viktor received his sixth well-deserved Russian National gold today! Congratulations to my amazing fiance.

And also:

So proud of my husband for all of his hard work commentating at the #Olympics. Some people go to school for half their lives and aren’t half as articulate as my Vitya. #Proudhubby

After that last one, Phichit leaves a voicemail on Yuuri’s phone that is literally just two whole minutes of him laughing hysterically and then wheezing, “THE SALT!” before hanging up.

“Yuuri, why did Phichit just sent me…sixteen crying laughing emojis and a text that says ‘your husband I can’t,’ in all caps?”

“Because a lot of people tried telling me you weren’t perfect and I’m proving them wrong,” Yuuri replies, not even looking up from his phone.

“Oh,” Viktor says, and literally crawls on top of him.

Yuuri supposes that the moral of the story is that the heart wants what the heart wants, and you have to find perfection in the imperfections–Viktor is loud and ditzy and forgets the English word for tomato on an almost daily basis, but he’s Yuuri’s husband. And because he’s Yuuri’s husband, he’s perfect.

So Diana touching Steve’s photo on the “Honor our heros” wall during the Armistice Day scene (the picture where Steve is all smiling) fucks me up on a daily basis because you can see that Diana has visible tears in her eyes and she is on the verge of crying (aka that face a baby makes before they start to cry) but trying to smile too because she wants to stay strong for him

Google made me proud today.

A little while ago, I was on a mission to show a friend of mine the best doggo in the world, Chica. I began to type ‘mark fischbach chica’ and as Google tried to read my mind, as it always does, I froze and tears welled in my eyes.

‘mark fischbach changing the world’ now at this moment I was mid sentence on Skype so my friend started to panic slightly because of my sudden pause. When I finally found my voice again I explained what had caught me off guard. To which my friend replied, “Why did that hit you so hard? The guy does charity work right?”

Years of watching Mark, all the skits, all the let’s plays, all the goofy stuff that falls in the mix as well, even if I didn’t necessarily like the video or find it particularly funny I always watched from beginning to end to show my support for his channel. Not because I was staring at his face [though he his a looker], not because of being his biggest fan [though I’m probably up there], not even just to have background noise [I like to actually watch the videos]. I would watch them in their entirety because maybe the money made from that time watching that particular video would enable him to do his next big event that would save people’s live by giving them the hope they had lost, fund another charity so its research could go on and maybe even find a cure, all of that and more.

Today I watched his PAX East panel, not in person sadly but live on twitch. At the end when it appeared he was going to break down and cry [all while I’m pointing and screaming at my TV for him not to cry over and over again because though I know he’s crying because his heart is full of joy and pride, it makes me tear up too, dang you Mark] His ending remarks both filled me with happiness and sadness.

Mind you now in the Skype call, showing pictures of Chica has fallen to the back burner [sorry Chica-bica] and I had began rambling about all the different charities Mark has helped raise awareness and money for, how his channel has become this massive community full of love and kindness and were only able to what it is today because no matter what video you click on of Marks, be it his oldest videos or one he posted a few hours ago, behind those dick jokes, infectious laugh, screams, two-finger defense strategies, and everything else; he’s still just a man who wants to change the world.

My exact words before the Skype call was ended with my friend saying I’m gonna go check out this guys videos [got you a new subscriber Mark! Woo!] were, “I froze when I saw that come up on the auto-complete search results because it’s amazing. I froze and damn near started crying my ****in eyes out because this man who one a daily basis calls himself a goof and acts exactly like a goof, is changing the world. Whether it’s meeting a sick child who is a fan of his videos, doing a live stream, going out and meeting his fans and doing skits that include them, answering questions at conventions, or just making people like me be able to smile from the comfort of my home and give me the strength to fight impulses that would be damaging. He preaches over and over again that to him we’re the heroes, hell he put it on the sleeves on his charity shirts, he’s too humble to admit that he is the hero or that he’s made his friends: Bob, Wade, Jack, Ethan, Tyler, etc. heroes as well for pushing for the goals with him and all coming up together with new and amazing ways to both entertain and improve the day to day life of everyone who will watch and listen.” 

I sat here for a few minutes minutes, got my screen cap cut down to size, made sure it wasn’t too illegible. As I began to type my post, my Skype rang, it was my same fiend from before. I imagine the time lapse between end of call to now beginning of new call was maybe a total of two hours give or take.

I answer and all I hear are tears. I am instantly in [who do I need to kill] mode. After they calm down they explain they just searched for emotional play through’s. My mind immediately goes to ‘Presentable Liberty’, ‘That Dragon Cancer’, ‘Anxiety Attack’, among many others I could think of that could be labeled emotional. 

After an awkward silence they asked, “What possessed this man, who has known such great tragedy and loss in his life to do everything he does for others.” I smiled, we were on video chat so they saw and then looked at me with confusion. “The answer to that one is easy, I think he’d agree. He’s seen difficulty, just like all of us, and THAT is why he continues to do it. He strives to make the burdens of this world less heavy on our shoulders, he raises money so that the sick can be mended and go home and play with their friends, he makes personal vlogs looking into each and every one of his fan’s eyes, tears brimming with whatever emotion he’s conveying so we all know he is there for us, he is proud of us, and he will never stop working to change the world.”

My friend nodded at me then told me they were gonna go rest on it, maybe watch a few more videos before laying down. I just made a terrible joke about FNAF [I will spare you the joke, trust me, it was bad] then the Skype call ended once more. 

Now I’m left here with these thoughts in my head. Earlier I mentioned the PAX East stream, one of the things Mark said before leaving the stage was, “When we’re gone, you’re next.” Now this turned into jokes being made and all that because that’s what Mark and his friends do, they cut up and have a good time. It was the way he said it that stuck with me. Like he’s prepping all of us to take this bright, burning torch when he decides to step away from youtube as a career and that brings him almost to a blubbering mess because of all we’ve shown him we can do so far, I think he believes that whenever that time is. Whether it be a year from now, two years from now, or more; he knows that the community that he never dreamed he would have and be part of will continue to do what we do best, because we learned it from the one and only Markiplier.

Change the world.

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anonymous asked:

I know it's almost the end of fear friday, but I'm gonna prompt anyways. Also, awesome blog!!! post-CW Tony and Peter are together, and he has joined the Guardians in space. They have become his 2nd family. But he's waiting for them to leave him eventually cause he thought the Avengers were his family and look what happened there.

Thank you so much ! :)

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“Tony i need your help.” says Peter when the monster comes directly towards him.

“Kinda busy myself Starlord.” replies Tony and flies around the monster. It looks like a octopus but its green and really slushy. Tony hates it.

Monster in space are even weirder than on earth.

“Tony for real…” begins Peter but then the monster buries him under one of his…tentacles and Peter is gone. Tony screams at that and the next moment the monster gets him, too.

It takes every one of Tonys weapons to kill it and then Tony sinks to the ground.

“Petey?” he asks worried but there is now answer.

“What the fuck happened?” says Rocket who lands next to him. Tony shrugs. He can’t speak.

“I am Groot.”

“Yeah i know i saw it but i don’t believe it.” says Rocket to Groot and Tony leaves his suit. He runs around, looking for Peter.

“Guys! I got him. He is here.” says Gamora and Tony sees how Drax help her to get the tentacle away from Peter.

Peters eyes are closed and Tonys heart stops. Oh god. This is his fault!

“We need to take him to the ship.” says Gamora and Drax carries Peter. Tony feels numb. He follows them but doesn’t say anything.

“Do you feel his pulse?” asks Drax when Gamora check it and she nods. But she looks still so worried.

Nobody speaks to Tony when they go back to their ship.

Tony knows why. He fucked up. Again.

*

Half an hour later Tony is in his room on the milano and packs his things. He is going to leave. It was his fault and even if Peter is not dead he is only hurt because of him.

Tony wanted to face the monster and shot it down. That why he didn’t help Peter. But thats a ridiculous excuse.

There is a knock on his door and Tony looks up as Yondu comes in.

“Hey son.” he says and then sits down on Tonys bed. Yondu is kinda Peters father and he will definitely beat Tony up for that stunt.

“Hi.” mumbles Tony back. Sometimes (only when he is alone and had a bad nightmare) Tony images that Yondu is like father for him, too. Well technically he is his father-in-law.

He is not sure how old Yondu is exactly but he always treats Tony really well. That is going to change now.

“So you wanna leave?” asks Yondu and points at Tonys suitcase.

Tony nods at that and Yondu sighs.

“Why?” asks Yondu and Tony can’t help but sniff at that. He doesn’t want to cry in front of Yondu.

“Look son. I know you feel bad about what happened to Peter. And believe me when i say that he will be okay. He is sleeping but you can go see him if you want.” says Yondu and Tony looks still at his suitcase.

“I…hurt him.” whispers Tony when the first tear falls on one of his shirts.

“No you didn’t. The monster did.” says Yondu and he sounds really carefully. Its almost strange.

“Why don’t you hate me?” says Tony then and Yondu laughs.

“Because your are my family.” says Yondu and shrugs.

Tony snorts.

“We are all family here. And sometimes bad things happen in a family, but that only makes us stronger you know? I know that Peter can’t talk about his feelings very well. He gets that from me. But i know that he isn’t angry at you. And he wouldn’t want you to leave.” says Yondu and Tony looks at him.

He is still crying and Yondu smiles sadly at him.

“I had a family once.” whispers Tony then. He is not talking about his parents, because that wasn’t a real family.

But the avengers. And he fucked that up. They left because of him.

“They didn’t deserve you. But Peter is much happier with you and i know that you are happy here, too. So don’t run away because of one mistake. God knows how many i made and Peter is still saving my ass on a daily basis.” laughs Yondu and he holds his arms out.

Its rare that Yondu does that. But Tony loves his hugs. He cuddles into him and breathes.

“Thank you.” he says and Yondu just laughs.

“Peter also gave me that for you.” says Yondu and holds up a paper. It just says ‘Yes i still love you, asshole’ with a smiley face. Tony laughs.

When they had their first fight as a couple Tony had said that he would only believe Peter if he wrote his ‘i love you’ down as proof. It was a silly thought but since then Peter does it every time.

“He still loves me.” says Tony and he pets the paper carefully. Then he puts it on his wall. Yondu laughs.

“I can’t believe i’m saying this but we all love you, you damn human idiot.” grins Yondu and Tony sticks his tongue out at him.

“And now get your ass over to Peter!” says Yondu and Tony runs out of his room.

Yondu shakes his head at the boy and starts packing his things back in the cupboard. What a mess.

RIP Kahaley-Khaz Modan (US) - She was a wonderful person and friendly companion to spend time with. I raided with her in Warlords and partly into Legion and she finally succumbed to a brave, many-years-long battle with cancer.

I still cry sometimes because it’s so weird thinking that someone you interacted with on a nearly daily basis is now gone. Cherish your friends and hold them close. We love you Kahaley, and we will miss you. Rest easy.

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Hey Galoo, have you got any tips on expressiveness in artwork? Because looking through your art I can see exactly the emotion and act you want to portray in each and you manage to make it so clear using distinctive facial expressions and poses as well as body language. And I myself have never been able to make my characters and art express so much visibly, how did you learn all of this and how would you advise me on this matter? Thanks for reading if you do!

I can try explaining it!
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Jason comforting a crying Dickie???

I’m comfortably ahead on schoolwork so I’m tackling my inbox. Thanks for your patience and I hope you enjoy!


Jason hadn’t wanted to come to the cave, he actively avoided the cave and the manor and their inhabitants on a daily basis. His motorcycle had other plans though, ones that really made him mad because there was no way he could avoid the cave once it started making that weird clicking sound that meant a breakdown was imminent. So Jason devised a plan that would result in the least amount of human interaction as possible, showing up at 2pm on a Tuesday. 

He’d gotten the mutinous motorcycle there and was just pulling the toolbox over when he heard the tell-tale sounds of fists against a practice dummy. Jason froze, trying to judge if the cave’s other occupant was far enough away that they wouldn’t overhear his work. Jason was considering the cave’s acoustics when the punching stopped and was replaced by quiet sobs. 

He bit his lip, he knew that voice and if Dick was upset Jason didn’t want to just leave his brother hanging; even if it meant risking dealing with the rest of the family and Bruce. Setting the wrench he’d been toying with back in its place he walked over to the practice area on the other side of the giant dinosaur. Dick laid flat on his back on the mats, an arm flung across his eyes and chest heaving with barely restrained cries. 

Jason crossed his ankles and lowered himself onto the mat next to his older brother. Reaching out a scar-covered hand he gently patted Dick’s shoulder. The older man startled and shot the arm that had been covering his face towards Jason’s nose. Jason just managed to block it as Dick stopped himself.

“Jay?” he croaked. “What- What’re you doing here?”

Jason shrugged and awkwardly ran a hand through his hair. “Bike needed some tlc and I, uh, heard you…” He trailed off and refused to meet Dick’s eyes. Dick swallowed and sat up, nodding. “So… do you- d’you wanna talk about it?” Jason asked, ducking his head. The tension and mutual embarrassment was so heavy it felt like Dick’s pet elephant Zitka was sitting on them. 

Dick scratched at his nose and spoke into his hand. “Um, if you’re offering I’d… yeah I’d appreciate it.”

Jason nodded. He and Dick never really bothered to truly bond when he was Robin and had only recently started rekindling the beginnings of that brotherhood since he was no longer listed in the Batcomputer as a villain. “So what’s up?” Jason asked, nerves creeping into his voice.

Dick barked a short laugh and shook his head. “Sorry, it’s just, I dunno, you sound so… I dunno, like we just ran into each other at the coffee shop or something.” Dick gave him a watery smile and Jason couldn’t help but return it.

“I’m sorry? How do you want to start this conversation?” Jason knew that his voice had just a tad too much sarcastic bite in it but he always got defensive around Dick.

“No, it’s fine. You’re fine. I’m just not myself.” Dick said. “It’s- Today would’ve been my parents thirtieth wedding anniversary.” 

“Wow,” Jason blinked. “That’s pretty impressive.”

“Yeah,” Dick shrugged and smiled at his feet. “They got married pretty young and had me pretty soon after that. But they really did love each other. And I miss them everyday but days like today more so than normal. I, uh, even took off of work for the day cause I knew something like this might happen. I was going to hideout at the Tower but Wally, Roy, and Gar are having some eating competition and I didn’t want to be a burden.”

Jason raised an eyebrow. “I’m not going to get into how messed up that logic is but ok. Do you wanna spar or something?” 

Dick rolled his eyes but smiled. “Yeah actually. Thanks Jay.”

Jason stood and slipped his leather jacket off, flinging it to a far corner of the mat. “Don’t thank me yet, you’re going down Grayson.”

“We’ll see,” Dick responded and Jason could tell he was already in a better mood than he had been a few minutes before.

Do you ever cry because a stage musical, in which seven people move a bunch of blocks around for two and a half hours, feels more realistic, genuine and human than most mainstream media you consume on a daily basis? Do you cry because said musical got little to no recognition, closed way too early and won zero Tony awards, despite its great music, relevant subject matter, beautiful talented cast, terrific Jewish/LGBT representation and character-driven story? And do you cry because William Finn, who created such a masterpiece so ahead of its time, deserves better?


Because I do.

Dating Bucky Barnes would include

-being the only one who’s able to cut his hair
-he’ll fight anyone else who tries to do it
-but not you, because reasons
-reassuring him about his arm
-kissing his scars every night before going to bed
-a little distance in public
-but lots of PDA in private
-not many people know this, but he REALLY loves cuddles and kisses
-so that’s exactly what you do
-making magnets out of your face
-and putting them on his metal arm
-“this way everyone will know that this hot piece of ass is off the market”
-“…babe”
-cute nicknames
-buying him a mobile phone so that he can call you when there’s an emergency but you’re out
-him calling you 12 times just because he misses you
-he still doesn’t believe you when you say that you’ve liked him ever since you first met
-“aaaww you had a crush on me, doll? That’s embarassing”
-“we’ve been dating for almost a year”
-“still”
-LOTS AND LOTS OF LOVE MAKING
-but he’s up to other things too if you know what i mean
-,,,,,,,that metal arm works wonders,,,,,,,,,
-introducing him to netflix
-netflix and chill means watching netlfix and chilling
-you knew this after a v awkward conversation you had with him after asking him to netflix and chill with you
-binge watching Stranger Things
-“HE’S NOT DEAD IS HE”
-“babe calm down, you’ll see”
-“BUT HE’S JUST A CHILD HE DOESN’T DESERVES IT”
-you two being into paranormal stuff
-which leads to scaring each other on a daily basis
-which again leads to cuddles and kisses, because he feels bad for scaring you
-you intentionally being overdramatic about the scares
-the team being really weirded out by your realtionship
-but they see how happy you make each other so they deal with it
-i love bucky barnes
-please get me a bucky barnes

So this is my first post hello, i hope this doesn’t suck but just in case please be nice i’m v sensitive i’ll cry

Dealing With the Monthlies

AN: I should be working on something else (an ongoing story, that essay I have to do if I want to go to college next year, etc.), but I’m writing this instead because I’m on a plane heading for Texas and my uterus is being an enormous bitch. Don’t have your period on an airplane, children, it’s absolutely horrible. Anyway, this is for my friend @tyranny-mutt, who has helped me improve my writing in many areas. And by ‘many’ I mean 'one’, but it was one that sorely needed improving. This is for you, dude.

Title: Dealing With the Monthlies

Summary: Kaiba and Yuugi aren’t dating. Really. They’re not. Yuugi’s only over there so often because Kaiba wants to Duel. They only slept together a couple times. Okay, maybe a lot more than, that but they aren’t a couple! Too bad Anzu isn’t buying it. (In which Yuugi suffers and Anzu forces Kaiba to be a better not-boyfriend)

Genre: Humor/Romance (for a… given definition of those words)

Characters: Kaiba Seto, Mutou Yuugi, Mazaki Anzu, Kaiba Mokuba Thief King Bakura

Pairings: Rivalshipping (Kaiba x Yuugi), implied Slateshipping (TKB x Anzu) (leave me alone I need this)

Warnings: Trans male character (Yuugi), not-straight people (everyone), a complete and total loser (Kaiba), and the Ultimate Mom Friend™ (Anzu)

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      LISTEN UP here i am doing one of these because tbh i’ll take any excuse to brag about how seriously awesome all my mutuals. ever since starting this blog i’ve gotten such sweet people in my inboxes and so many of them have turned into such lovely friendships !! without further ado, here are some of my main slices and i recommend following anyone / everyone on this list, because they’re all a1 !! 

@spillseas  listen i actually hate you because you ruin my life on a daily basis and tbh i almost block you like six times a day ?? but for real we have the loveliest ships together, your characters are fucking A1 and i’m determined to plot with every single one of them ( even though i’m hella close –– look out ). thank you for staying up to ungodly hours with me to headcanon and scream about niall and harry. anyways, i’m ugly crying at how happy i am that we’ve become such good friends and patting myself on the back for being such a harry slut and face chasing your ass through the tags ?? like bitchhh my ugly tendencies paid off ?? who woulda thunk’d it NOT ME. for real though you’re the sweetest pea and i love you to fricken death. ( don’t follow this bitch cause that means less time for me which i’m not here for get away this has been a psa )

@prepaids listen for everyone that says you’re intimidating…. TRU it took me five hundred years to slide into your inbox but i’m lit so fucking glad i did !! you’ve been one of my absolute favs ever since and anyone that’s wary should definitely hop right in and plot with you. as we’ve said to each other, i can always count on you to be honest with me and i’m hella glad we’re both equally into our ships and always hella excited about them ?? every time i log in i always see fun stuff about our ships in my inbox and i love every single second of it.

@evereds   tbh i literally followed you because you followed me and you had harry as your icon and i just Trusted you… see how harry has given me so many friendships?? Beautiful. anyways i thought your blog had the coolest fucking concept and i remember just going on about it for like twenty hours and i can always count on you for some fun shit and plots like… you have some of the coolest characters that you’ve clearly put a lot of time into and there’s not a single one of them i wouldn’t want?? they’re all my children, i’ve seriously adopted them. 

@farawcys just get away from me ‘cause we used to rp together like 600 years ago and then just.. stopped.. but recently reconnected and i’m ugly crying in the club ‘cause i’m so happy. we have the cutest ships and brotps and i adore all of them it’s unreal. you’re always coming thru with the headcanons that slay my heart and giving me such beautiful children i’m glad we get to raise them together xoxo. thank you for always being here and being available and Getting It and i’m … truly blessed every time i get a notification from you like I Love You so much. 

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anonymous asked:

8, 14 and 65 for Seungcheol? :3

Long distance + Jealous + “I’m not letting you go until you stop crying.”
1. I took the beginning of the phrase off because of how this turned out ;;
2. This got a bit angsty but I hope you like it!


You had watched countless movies of long-distance relationships, but for some reason you’d always believed that it wouldn’t be as difficult as some movies made it seem. You were determined that it could work out if you only loved and trusted each other.

Of course it had been tough when Seungcheol had moved elsewhere, it was a nightmare. You’d been so used to falling asleep in his arms and seeing him on a nearly daily basis, so it wasn’t exactly a surprise that you cried yourself to sleep the first night. You never said anything to Seungcheol about it, but he called you every night anyway, to make sure you were fine and to let you know that he loved you more than anything. For one reason or another, the calls didn’t exactly help you get a peace of mind, not when all you needed were those arms around you and that calm voice whispering close to your ear without a phone in between.

Needless to say, you had rather soon realized that long-distance relationships could be just as difficult as movies portrayed them. The times Seungcheol didn’t answer to your calls or was too busy to video chat increased as time passed, and the gnawing feeling in your stomach grew with the lack of communication. What was he doing and what had gotten him so busy, and most of all, why didn’t he say anything about it? All those damned movies planted images of another girl in your mind that you desperately tried to shrug off.

However, now he was coming to visit you for two weeks, finally on a break from his college. You were waiting at the airport, clutching the handle of your bag and trying to stay as still as you could from the shaking of your body. You hadn’t seen Seungcheol in three months, and the latter half of that time you had barely even spoken to each other. Daily calls had become weekly and your weekly Skyping sessions had only occurred once during those six weeks. Even so, you had been positive that you would be happy when you saw him and it’d be an all in all great moment.

What you hadn’t prepared for were the tears that escaped your eyes as soon as you laid your eyes on him when he came out of the terminal, a big bag hanging from his shoulder and eyes searching for you. Your heart was beating frantically and you took a hesitant step forward, drying your tears with your forefingers only for more to fall down. By the time Seungcheol reached you, you had your face hidden in your hands, and he hugged you close without a word.

“This must’ve been tough on you,” he said, voice deeper than you remembered, and sighed. You nodded with a sob, moving your hands from your eyes to his back and took the fabric of his long-sleeved shirt into your fists, pulling him closer and wetting the front of his shirt with your tears.

“I’m so sorry, I’ve been so busy lately,” Seungcheol mumbled, caressing the back of your head with one hand and your back with the other. You nodded and sniffled.

“You should’ve said something,” you choked out, relieved by the fact that he was there, looking healthy but tired, as well as the fact that he acknowledged the situation, at least on some level.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” he said quietly, stopping the movement of his hands and focusing on the fact that you were there, close to him, like he had only dreamt about for the past three months.

You pulled away from him and stared into his eyes, your own red and puffy, you assumed. “Worry me? Do you know how worried I’ve been when I haven’t known where you’ve been and with whom? You live so far away and suddenly not talking to me was–”

Seungcheol silenced you with a gentle kiss that had you melting in an instant. A few more tears ran down your cheeks, but he dried them with his thumbs.

“Anyway, let’s just go,” you said when the kiss ended and pulled yourself away from his touch. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into a comforting hug.

“I’m not letting you go until you stop crying,” Seungcheol said, voice soft yet determined. You sighed deeply and relaxed in his arms, wrapping your arms loosely around his waist. “I love you so much, Y/N, it’s been the most difficult thing in my life to be so far away from you.”

You lifted your head so that your chin was resting against his chest and you were looking up to his eyes that were glistening with tears. You moved your linked arms from his waist to his neck and tip-toed to kiss him on the cheek, after which you hugged him tight, your chin resting on his shoulder as you exhaled, your heart finally in peace. “I love you too.”


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BTS - Reaction - Gentleman

Anonymous said: Oooh ooooh ooh requests are open?! Could I have a BTS reaction to their gf doing things that are considered the “gentleman-like thing to do” such as giving them flowers, holding the door open for them, pulling out their chair before dinner because she’s just a nice person. :D

May I just say how nice it is to see people this excited to request from me? It’s the sweetest.~ I like this idea of how traditional gender roles are being swapped here. ^^


Jin

In a way, your sweetness became somewhat insulting to Jin’s masculinity, mostly because he saw himself as a manly man who needed to take care and responsibility of his beloved.

Jin: “Can you let me just handle some gentlemanly things for you, I feel bad that you’re always doing so much for me…”

Y/N: “Well, no one ever said you had to be a precious princess all the time, you can out-gentleman me… or, you can try at least!” You said in a playfully competitive sort of way.

Jin: “Oh, a challenge, I see. Well… I can out gentleman you any day!” You then spent the 4 hours holding open a door saying ‘you first’. That was, until, Namjoon came and dragged Jin away back to the dorm.

Jin: “This isn’t over, I’ll shower you with so much gentlemanly affection, you won’t know what hit you! … Love you, honey!”

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


Suga

Whilst Jin was rather dramatic about the whole thing, Yoongi would be… less so. When you first started doing all those gentlemanly things for him, he’d be kinda weirded out, but after some time, he came to admire and love your dedication to making him feel special. It came, one night, he was working especially hard in the studio writing music and hadn’t come back home yet. So, as quietly, as you could, you snuck into his studio only to find him half asleep with his head resting in his hand.

Y/N: “Yoongi…?”

Suga: “H-Huh? O-oh, hey Y/N.” Still in a somewhat dazed state, he failed to meet your soft gaze. Sighing slightly, a smile graced your lips while he attempted to stand up and walk to you. Embracing him in a hug, you felt Suga slouch into you, turns out the need for sleep got the best of him. So, just as quietly as you had entered, you laid down with Yoongi on the decently sized couch, pulling a blanket over the two of you before falling sweetly asleep in his arms.

Originally posted by syubangel


V

He knew how hard you worked all the time for him, so, he devised a plan to pamper you like you’ve never been pampered before! On your next birthday, even before you woke up, Taehyung had been trying his darn best to make you a ‘happy birthday’ breakfast. He’d even made a smily face out of all the food on your plate. Upon waking up, you sleepily looked around the room, noticing a distinct Taetae absence. That was, until, he walked in though the door, food in hand.

V: “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Y/N, happy birthday to you!~” His morning raspy voice was music to your ears, it was so soothing you had to resit the urge to fall asleep to it.

Y/N: “What’s all this Tae?”

V: “I thought it would be nice to treat you like the royalty you are, seeing as how you always treat me; today, we’re having a you day! After breakfast, I’ve got a whole day of fun planned for you!~”

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty


Rap Monster

Namjoon was already the type of guy to deal with everything, so when you had started to do all those nice things for him, he wasn’t sure how to feel. It’s not as if he could just tell you to stop being nice to him, that’d be rude, but the question of ‘why’ still lingered on his mind.

Rap Monster: “You always do such nice things for me, even though I only do half the stuff you do, why is that?”

Y/N: “That’s because I love you, silly! Why else would I treat you like a prince?”

Rap Monster: “It’s just that you swap around traditional gender roles so that you’re always doing the gentlemanly things for me. It’s not that I’m ungrateful, if anything, it makes me love you even more for being so uniquely different and beautiful in your own way.” Now that he said it out loud, it really did make more sense to him. Love, of course, why else?

Originally posted by ygnj


J-Hope

Hoseok would still be just as gentlemanly to you as you were to him, it was almost as if the two of you were competing sometimes to see who could do the most amount of nice acts towards each other in a day.

Hoseok: “Oh yeah? Well, I bought you those flowers that you really liked!”

Y/N: “Hmm… good one, thank you! But I got you tickets to that concert you really wanted to go to!”

Hoseok: “Well i love you more!”

Y/N: “No, I love you more!” By this point, both of you were chest to chest, trying to keep a fake tough look on your face… it wasn’t long until both of you started laughing.

Hoseok: “Haha, how did I get so lucky?”

Originally posted by jaayhope


Jimin

With every flower you gave, he gave back two. With every door you held for him, he’d hold the next pair. It seemed as if that, no matter what you did, Jimin would always be there to make you feel 10x more precious. Inquisitive beyond belief, you had to ask him why.

Jimin: “Why would I not do it? I give my heart to you on a daily basis because I want to, you’re the most precious reason I wake up in the morning after all.” With such a genuinely sweet answer came joyful tears that began to fall down your face. Jimin was there in a flash to console you.

Jimin: “Hey, hey… don’t cry, it breaks my heart to see those I love cry.~”

Y/N: “Words can’t describe how much you mean to me.”

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty


Jungkook

He was a little Jungshook with how much of your time you dedicated to him, barely focusing on your own needs from time to time. It happened one day when you were holding a door open for him at your house. Grabbing your hand that held the door, he pulled you towards him so that he could lay a precious kiss upon your lips. Pulling away, he cheekily looked into your surprised eyes.

Y/N: “W-What was that for…?”

Jungkook: “Thank you for everything you do, I just wanted to repay you the best was I knew how.”

Y/N: “You can thank me like that more often if you want.”

Jungkook: “With pleasure…” Mwah!~ 💕

Originally posted by nochuie


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anonymous asked:

49

49. “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”

You had never been a crier. Ever.

It’s not that you repressed your feelings, because you didn’t. You just had other ways of expressing them that did not involve crying, and that was normal for you.

So when you got pregnant and started leaking out of your eyeballs on a daily basis, you were not impressed in the slightest.

It was for every little thing. Whenever you dropped something, when you were craving anything. When you couldn’t tie your shoes anymore. It drove you absolutely mad, which then in turn made you cry even more.

Harry was a godsent. The first time he was a little bit freaked out, he had to admit, but afterwards he got into the routine of either letting you cry it all out or trying to cheer you up. He was good at knowing when you needed what.

This particular night, you were watching Finding Nemo.

He was laying down on the couch with his head resting atop of your chest so he could be next to your baby bump. 

And suddenly, he heard it.

Sniffle.

“Babe?”

Silence.

Sniffle.

“Baby, are yeh okay?”

Angry sniffle.

“Oh, sweetness,” he chuckled softly, lifting his head so that he could look up at your tear-stained cheeks.

“Marlin and Dory are lost and can’t find Nemo, it’s fucking sad, okay?” You argued defensively, hiccuping a soft sob at the end of your sentence. Your brows were furrowed and your lips were in a fine line, causing him to press kisses to your cheek.

“S’very sad,” he hummed in agreement, nuzzling into your cheek afterwards. “Y’know what isn’t sad, though? This baby’s gonna have us for the rest of their life, an’ we’re gonna be around to annoy them forever. Isn’t that right, baaaaabyyyyyyyy?”

He finished his sentence in the absolutely ridiculous whale voice that he used to imitate Dory whenever the two of you watched this movie, and you rolled your eyes as soon as you heard it. But in the end, you couldn’t stop the giggle from escaping your lips.

“I hate you,” you announced, wiping away the tears from your cheeks.

“Youuuuuu LOOOOOOOVE meeeeee,” he continued in the stupid whale voice, causing you to burst out laughing as he shifted down your body to nuzzle his nose into the bump in your belly.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” you announced when you were done laughing, gazing down at him with a loving smile.

“I may be an idiot,” he agreed, closing his eyes as he pressed a kiss on your tummy. “But I’m your idiot.”

senpainoticedmebeforeitwascool  asked:

Love you Sebby <3 For the requests, I dunno why, but "Why are you like this?" Came to mind! Have fun~ I hope this helps!

THANK YOU, I LOVE YOUUU! (this was actually fun, by the end of it I feel like I found Killua, again!)


I’m shaking. I’m shaking so fucking hard and I can’t stop.

Jesus fucking christ! Keep your shit together, Killua!

I use the sleeve of my hoodie to wipe blood away from the corner of Gon’s lips. Being careful as possible, using my other hand to palm his chin, gently as possible. He flinches when I get too close to an injury I can’t see. My teeth grind at the influx of adrenaline coursing through me.

“Killua, are you–”

“You know,” my voice comes out shakier than I want it to. But I fucking hate violence and I’m still reeling from the fist fight I pulled Gon from. “there’s this thing in combat called defense. It’s all about not letting people hit you.” Idiot. Idiot! How could you be so stupid as to get into a goddamn fight?!

“I can take it.”

My hand pauses in its movements and I seek out golden, brown eyes.

“Why are you like this?” I speak through clenched teeth, pulling Gon closer by his chin. I rest my forehead against his, my blue melting into his swirling hazel. “You can’t use your fucking fists to solve everything, Gon!”

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anonymous asked:

Once again the #1 Hypocrite Grog makes 50 different tweets about the Manchester attack and claims that no one else cares, claiming he's "Right". On the day it happened I actually talked about it outside with my mom and started to cry. He claims that us white's only care about white deaths? Every day I pray for those who survive the constant bombings in Syria and Thank the White Helmets for doing they're jobs. He doesn't know shit.

I’m glad you brought this up, because I’ve been ranting about this in my head all day and I kind of need an outlet for my thoughts. 

I find it incredibly ironic that Greg accuses other people of not caring about all the people dying in Syria on a daily basis because they’re brown, and that they’re only doing it for attention; but you know what? When was the last time you saw Greg tweeting about those tragedies himself? He doesn’t give a shit about those people any more than he cares about the people in Manchester, or his own fans (whom he admittedly hates) - ironically, he just uses them to get attention and make a point, just like he accuses everybody else of doing. Greg, projecting? You don’t say!

He also keeps bringing up the “bus crash” in Syria where 68 people died, using it as an example of why nobody cares - “How many people have you seen mention the bus crash that killed 68 people? Nobody, because they’re fake and they only care when white people die.” First of all: it wasn’t a bus crash, Greg. It was a fucking terrorist attack. And secondly, the reason why I know that it was a terrorist attack is because it’s splashed all over my news feed. I’ve seen at least half a dozen of my friends mention it today. What happened to Mr. Fact Fucking Machine? Did he not do any Fact Fucking Checking this time? (Just kidding, Onision never fact-checks his opinions for validity.)

If we had to talk about every single death in the world or none at all or else we’re being ~discriminatory~ and ~fake~, then we would have to spent literally all day long doing nothing but talking about everybody who’s died. It’s human nature to relate to people from your community, groups of teenage girls who were just out at a concert with friends on a weekday evening, having fun - not expecting at all to be murdered. It’s normal to be worried, concerned, sympathetic, and shaken when people with a lifestyle that’s very similar to yours are brutally murdered. What’s not normal is to experience so little empathy that you literally cannot comprehend why anybody else would identify with the deaths of 22 children, and it says a lot more about him than it does about us that he’s projecting those intentions onto the people who claim to care. /endrant

Jack's Right

I can safely say that the world is definitely full of shit people who make crap decisions and some of them even pride themselves in doing so. It’s hard to find the positive sometimes, it really is easy to fall into a bitter cynicism when faced with the worst of what humanity can be.

But if anything, it’s because of seeing the bad nearly on a daily basis, I find myself looking harder to find the amazing things that are out there and let me tell you, the world is definitely still filled with wondrous things. There are movies that make you feel you can take on the impossible. There are games that make you cry. There are books that take you away to new places. It’s that smile on a stranger you complimented, that hug from a family member or that moment a pet wants to sleep on your lap. There are days where you can relax on the grass and think about nothing and other days where wrapping up in a blanket and listening to the rain is the best feeling in the world.

As much as we see destruction, creation is very much present in our lives. It’s in the photos you take, the daydreams you fall into and the ideas you think up out of nowhere.

The world isn’t full of rainbows and butterflies but it’s up to us to go and seek them out to make it a little brighter.

“Oh, YOU.”

I think I read the words “inter-species romp” in a fanfic today and this is what happened in my mind. Thanks, tarysande.