i do not know when this happens

Since it aired, I’ve felt uncomfortable with Harry’s statements about equality in the Quotidien interview and the resulting posts/articles about it, but I needed to step back and figure out WHY it made me feel that way.  There was something about his language that immediately rubbed me the wrong way and to see how his statements have been used as some kind of great moment of activism has only added to my discomfort.

As a human rights worker, I spend every day trying to raise awareness and understanding of rights, to ensure that they are implemented properly in my country, and to establish effective forms of redress when there are rights violations.  At the core of my value base is a belief in social justice, equality and non-discrimination, human dignity and human rights.  In my ideal world, these would be fundamental truths for all people, but I recognise that, despite living in a relatively wealthy, developed nation, these are simply not realities for a large section of the population.  The children and families I work with are facing poverty, mental health issues, family breakdown, discrimination, immigration difficulties, violence, trauma and neglect.  For them, the idea of equality is directly connected to politics.  The decisions made at local and national levels impact directly on their day-to-day experiences and their ability to ensure that their basic needs are met.

By stating that equality is something removed from politics, Harry demonstrated his privilege.  As a wealthy and influential white man, he has privilege that allows him to remove himself from the political discourse of inequality and discrimination that define the lives of many others.  That is not to say that Harry has not faced issues like those I mentioned above, but he has resources and connections that others can only dream of so that he doesn’t need to make his ‘fundamental’ beliefs about politics.  

To me, his statement was not inspirational or demonstrative of a greater passion for and awareness of the issues that are impacting on our society today.  It came across as a vague, ill-informed platitude, and when it is being used to generate headlines, it demonstrates just how low the bar is set for him.  Celebrities often use their status as a platform to raise awareness of causes or issues that are important to them.  They are able to speak in specifics, demonstrating a deeper, more nuanced understanding of the topic.  This is not what happened at Quotidien.  In between a series of ‘ums’ and ‘I don’t knows’, Harry cobbled together a sentence to avoid a question he wasn’t comfortable answering. 

This was not an example of activism.  It was an example of not being aware of one’s own privilege.  I would call out my friends and colleagues for making similar vague, ignorant statements, so I won’t hesitate to do so when a celebrity does it, especially when the fandom is holding it up as something to be applauded.  I felt Harry’s statement was dismissive of the reality of people’s lived experience.  Equality is directly connected to politics (and Politics).  Ignoring that only makes the issues we face more difficult to overcome.


“This episode is called ‘Alex,’ and there’s a guy who comes back from Alex and Kara’s past,” Chyler Leigh shared with TVLine in between scenes. “In the [Supergirl] pilot, you saw a young Kara miraculously save a girl from car. Well, this one guy saw her do it, and knowing that she had these powers, he figured out that Kara is Supergirl.”

Seeing an opportunity, this man puts in motion a “big, elaborate setup” that targets Alex and compels Supergirl to spring a dangerous individual from prison. When Alex goes missing during this ordeal, it will take the combined efforts of two of the people closest to her to hopefully save the day.

“Maggie and Kara have to team up to try to figure out what’s happened to me, and that sets up a lot of interesting conversations between the two ladies,” Leigh previews. “It’s almost like a peeing contest, you know what I mean? Like, ‘Who can do this better? Who knows Alex better?’ And it comes to a head at one point.”

more at TVLine.com

  • <p> <b>what she says:</b> I'm fine<p/><b>what she means:</b> Honestly, the exploration of the shifting western gender dichotomy in the 1980s and how it’s displayed through the lens of same-sex relationships is one of the most profoundly striking (yet subtle) themes in both acts of the musical Falsettos (March of the Falsettos as well as Falsettoland) and I am severely disappointed that fans don’t discuss it enough. For instance, we initially have a character like Marvin who sees men and women, as well as their respective “roles” in relation to him through a very linear, black and white lens. This worldview of his isn’t challenged in the least until he falls in love with another man, Whizzer Brown, who he can’t manage to force into a box of preconceived stereotypes. Whizzer is a proud, openly gay and promiscuous man living in suburban New York, and while many of his observable traits could make him look like a caricature of his identity (sexual selectiveness, materialist attitudes, overt pride in his physical appearance and that of others), he also possesses many attributes that contradict that stereotype and make him seem like more of a Manly Man than Marvin would want him to be (his love for baseball, the Manliest Man sport™ and general passion for athleticism, and his loyalty, kindness, and family man sensibilities). Whizzer doesn’t feel constrained to a box where his sexuality needs to match up with stereotypes about how he behaves or expresses himself; he just is who he is. Marvin, being the linear thinker (and we can assume older of the two) is unnerved by the fact that Whizzer can’t fit into his two boxes of what’s acceptable (gay or straight, masc or femme, pink or blue), and thus resorts to forcing him into the homemaker, a role he’s learned to play opposite of and DOMINATE. Whizzer understandably hates this, culminating in their breakup at the end of act 1.<p/><b></b> Marvin doesn’t see “both sides” of Whizzer until the baseball game in act 2, observing how Whizzer comes to support his child and shows expertise with how to play the game (How Masculine1!1!), prompting him to want to make things work again. He is able to fully accept the qualities of his own sexual longing and intimacy in What More Can I Say, qualities that he once DETESTED in Whizzer (“Whizzer screws too much to see, what a joy is chastity”) and begins to see a nuanced, full fleshed version of himself in what Whizzer was from the beginning. He continues to unconditionally love Whizzer even when he’s sick with AIDs (having figuratively and literally lost all of his physical strength and stamina to the disease, qualities that he was once able to capitalize on) and Marvin is shocked at how much he loves this man who can’t even stand up, let alone fully hold him or be intimate with him. He loves Whizzer beyond the boxes he used to desire to put him in, he’s no longer an object for sex nor the pinnacle of athleticism, and THAT is what Marvin learns to love (“Do you know, all I want is YOU, anything you do is alright”). Finally, this culminates in What Would I Do, when Marvin is asking a departed Whizzer “what would I do if I had not loved you?” // “You’re the only one my child would allow” // “who would I BE if I had not loved you” // “how would I know what love is?” All are indicative of how Whizzer’s companionship opened his mind and his heart, showing him that true love doesn’t come in a box or a stereotype or label, it can come in any way with any kind of person.
  • AND THEN we have the lesbians, who are mainly responsible for giving insights on how the world of 1980s is shifting in terms of “what’s normal and what isn’t” (the opening number Falsettoland basically explains this in a way that borderline mirrors modern identity politics, but THAT’S ANOTHER RAMBLE FOR ANOTHER DAY). Even in a relationship as “new” and progressive as Charlotte and Cordelia’s, societal influences of male and female roles permeate their relationship and even the way they interact with one another. Speaking from an old-fashioned lens, you could say that Charlotte “wears the pants” in the relationship (to reference a pretty outdated and inaccurate term), as she’s the real breadwinner of the couple, making money like a boss ass bitch and doing “respectable” life saving work, whereas Cordelia services her as a homemaker and is struggling with her own catering business. While Cordelia is presented as a very optimistic and happy person who loves her career and admires her partner, you can tell she’s somewhat upset with this accepted power struggle, even from the “funny” line “You save lives and I save chicken fat, I can’t fucking deal with that?!?” She literally can’t deal with the fact that even in a world where she should be considered an equal to her partner in every way, she still can’t be because of the world they live in and the norms she feels like she needs to conform to. When Charlotte is gloating “do you know how great my life is?!?” Cordelia responds almost bitterly “yes I KNOW how great your life is” implying that she’s heard it a million times before,and no matter what she’ll never have what her partner has. She struggles with getting Charlotte to open up at certain points, which makes connecting hard for her “Something bad is happening // Which she’d never say // it must be SOMETHING IN HER WAY”. Overall the commentary on how gender norms changed the face of LGBT life in this show is so interesting and WHY DO WE SLEEP ON THIS?!? I CANNOT GET ENOUGH. I MYSELF HAVE NOT SLEPT IN FOUR DAYS.<p/></p>

What I say: Yeah I’m real excited for ACOWAR, I mean we only have to wait a couple more days, it’s totally cool, I mean I have a life to keep me busy until then ya know.

What I mean: I’m going to spontaneously combust from a combination of anticipation and fear, I need to know what is going to happen to these characters and I need more background and history, I need some damn context to some of these ridiculous spoilers, and btw when did the fandom become such a moody fucker LOL, I mean I might pass out when I finally read Mor and Az and Cassian and Rhys on the page again, it’s a real possibility, but you know, it’s not like I call Mor my wife or anything, it’s not like I’m super invested in what happens with nessian. *nervous laughter* what do you mean I’ve talked about nothing else for months, surely I have other things on my mind, and I am not going to die when I get more reasons to read and write some fic smut or whatever. I’m definitely not going to spend my entire weekend trying really hard to not meta about things I haven’t read yet. Not sure why you would imply that.

anonymous asked:

I'm sad because harry is coming near me but my family is really tight on money and I feel so bad that I can't go.

Listen: do not feel bad. If I know anything about Harry, it’s that he would never want you to feel bad for not being able to stretch your budget to work in seeing him in concert.

Shit happens. Life happens. Not everyone who can afford to get tickets are going to be able to get tickets, and that’s just way the things go. Do not beat yourself up because of it. 

I don’t have the budget to be able to afford a ticket this time around. I’ll fully admit that. Life is expensive and I don’t have extra money to throw to concert tickets this summer. Nobody even knew he’d have a tour - you know how sneaky he can be - so it’s hard to plan for things like that when you’re a Harry Styles fan. It’s hard to plan for anything when you’re a Harry Styles fan.

There will be other dates. There will be other tours. There will be other opportunities to see him. Don’t feel bad because you don’t get to see him this year. Please.

You can’t please all of the people all of the time.

Reader 1 only likes it when Character A tops.
Reader 2 only likes it when Character B tops.
Reader 3 likes to see softness and femme-coded actions/expression
Reader 4 is only here for trad masc/masc
Reader 5 needs to explore Character A’s inner world, mental health, turmoil, etc, and to see their own symptoms and struggles through him.
Reader 6 needs to explore Character B’s turmoil and doesn’t ever want to see him in the role of comfort provider to Character A.
Reader 7 needs to see the faults, flaws, crimes and evildoing of both characters acknowledged, in text or subtext.
Reader 8 wants to see one or both of them doing bad things and enjoying it.
Reader 9 wants to see them doing bad things and hating it.
Reader 10 wants a little escapism and wants to switch off and visit a world where they aren’t explicitly doing evil shit right then and there.
Reader 11 loves it when you gently mock the characters through dry humour.
Reader 12 likes things taken completely seriously.
Reader 13 identifies with one of the characters and finds some kinds of humour and characterisation personally offensive.
Reader 14 will nope out of any fic with a particular thing in it
Reader 15 loves that particular thing
Reader 16 loves modern AUs
Reader 17 can only stand canonverse

You can’t please all these people at once. Even if you dig them and respect them and look up to them, you can’t please them all at once. Whatever you do is going to be unpalatable to someone, even if you’ve thought things through really well and you’re clear about your aims.  You can’t fix this problem by throwing in little titbits as if to say “look! I know you like it when such-and-such happens!” “Look! I have got a moral compass I promise I promise!” “Look! I know some people have particular views about sexual personae and this isn’t the thing you hate it isn’t really look I’m showing you.”

Whether readers take a transformative/exploratory stance to their interaction with the text, or a normative/prescriptive stance, there will be matters of personal taste that can’t be gamed away. You can only think hard about what you want and how you want it to be and what you want to show. There is no magic combination of second-guessing the reader and casting incantations to appease them that will let you away without at least one person disliking your fic. And that’s okay.

Children of The Gods Ch.1 - Demigod AU [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/n: Here it is! The first chapter to my new series! I really am looking forward to what his series has to offer because I love Greek Mythology! I really hope you all like this and I appreciate any feedback you guys have! Love you all! Enjoy <33

Tagging: @memento-scribet @cherryignacio @queen-of-all-the-fandoms @annoyed-kitten11 @4evahevah @crazyfangirl1810 @aworldwideapart @shortycraft13

*If you enjoyed this and would like to be tagged, shoot me a message or comment


Greek Gods. Stories of myth and legend. Almighty, immortal beings that serve as judges to the world as we know it. Could begin and start a life at the snap of a finger. Because of their immense power they try and keep from interactions with mortal humans. Yes they try, but what happens when they do not succeed? What happens if one grows affectionate with a human? What happens if they have children?

Questions all too known to humans who believe in these Gods and Goddesses. But questions all too answered for their offspring. Demigods inhabit this Earth, part God part human, half bloods. Relics to some and freaks to others.

Wandering prey if they’re unaware of their heritage, prey to those who despise the Gods and the reign they have had for eons. Unable to get to the Gods themselves, these villains target the offspring. The mortal offspring.

That is why the creation of the ‘Camp of the Gods’ was created. A safe place for demigods and goddesses. A place for them to grow, to accept their abilities and heritage.

The camp is hidden, tucked away in a forest away from civilization. The only people who know about it are the League and demigods and goddesses who have trained there. The League is a group of trained demigods and goddesses who save endangered half bloods. They bring them to the camp before villains can harm them. This is where demigods learn to harness and control their abilities.

It’s where you live. You’ve been at the camp since you were 12. Having lost her to one of those monsters, you were left on your own. In your mother’s final moments she told you who you are. Who your father is. Saying you must find a case hidden within your home and run away. That’s when the hunting began. However the League came to your rescue.

When they saved you, you were brought back to the camp. Where your father claimed you during the claiming ceremony. A claim that stunned every member of the league and every demigod in the camp.

You are the Princess to the Gods, the Daughter of Zeus.

As of today, you have become one of the strongest demigods, strong enough to become a part of the league. However, you had different intentions. The camp had become your home, the only home you’ve known for 7 years. Leading to your decision to stay and protect it in case any harm were to come to its defenses. Having both training from being on your own and training from the camp, there was no one better suited.

The camp is safe. It’s where untrained demigods and goddesses belong.

…However. Not everyone believes that.

Jason was not entirely fond of Bruce making him move to this camp. Him and the Outlaws could handle themselves, the last advice he took from Bruce led to proving Jason’s mortality. It was through the power of his mother, Athena, that brought him back. After that he vowed to take care of himself from then on.

Though, on their last mission to take down a villain target, there was a mishap that almost led to them and the half blood they were saving losing their lives, putting a target on their backs in the process. After that close call, the League demanded they all move to the camp. Where they would be safe and things could calm down. Villains often would draw targets but forget about them within a good few months. Finding new prey to stalk.

Kori and Roy were rather excited to be coming to the camp. They always wanted to know more about their immortal parents and even form some sort of relationship with them.

They eagerly stood outside the magic barrier that camouflages the camp. Jason standing there annoyed with his arms crossed. Bruce came up next to the three, “Are you ready?” Kori and Roy grinned while Jason simply huffed before Bruce led the way. They were in awe as the camp revealed itself once passing the barrier.

They approached the gate, being greeted by the sound of metal clanging and bows strings stretching, the yelling and talking of half bloods. Jason winced at the sight, this is NOT what he wanted. “Welcome to the Camp of the Gods” Bruce observed the three.

He watched as their eyes scanned over the place. His falling on three members coming their way. Noticing Dick, the first demigod he saved. “New Recruits, and Bruce what a surprise.” Dick greeted cheerily. Jason’s scowl only grew, great now he has to deal with the golden boy too? Dick’s eyes fell on Jason, “Jason, I see you’re finally joining the camp.”

“Yeah, well, not of my own volition” he bit back. However, Dick is used to Jason’s short temper, he knows Jason’s reluctance will pass with time.

“Anyway, who have you brought with you?” His attention turned to the two others. “I’m Roy and this is Kori.” Roy introduced the both of them. “A pleasure to meet you both. I’m Richard, or Dick as I prefer. Son of Apollo.”

Next the redhead beside him spoke up, “I’m Wally, Son of Hermes” pointing to himself.

The last one to speak was the girl on the other side of them both, “I’m M’gann, Daughter of Persephone. We’re kind of your welcoming committee. We will be showing you the camp and answering any questions you might have.” She smiled kindly at the three.

“I will leave you three in their hands. I have to get back to work.” Bruce said before turning and exiting the camp.

“If you three will follow us we can start the tour of the camp” M’gann smiled while gesturing for them to follow. Roy, Kori, and Jason did so, listening to the information they were being given. Being shown the dining hall, cabins, stables, camp borders, armory, and finally the training grounds.

When approaching the training grounds they noticed a group formed and the sound of swords clashing. Coming upon the scene they saw two people sparring. Continuously lunging and blocking the other’s attacks. It was graceful, like a sort of forbidden dance. Both swordsmen, or swordsman and swords-woman, were highly skilled. Proving how fighting is an art form, not brute strength.

Jason especially noticed the abilities and gracefulness of the demigoddess. He was infatuated by the way you moved; tactically yet instinctively. Noticing how you could see three moves ahead of your opponent. [H/c] hair tied back as your [e/c] stayed locked on your opponent, gaze never faltering for a second. The opponent a taller, tan, male with blonde hair and green eyes. He looked strong and moved just as tactically but it didn’t look as though it came as naturally for him.

“Who is that?” Jason asked looking over at Dick, catching the attention of the others. “The man is Kaldur’ahm, Son of Poseidon. Prince of the Sea some have come to call him. He’s one of the strongest warriors in this camp. The woman, [F/n] [L/n], Daughter of Zeus. Princess of the Gods. The strongest demigoddess and warrior in the camp. Both highly skilled and highly fatal.” Dick explained, eyes not leaving the match. Jason nodded before directing his attention back to the fight.

Before Jason could analyze their movements any further, it all came to an abrupt halt. You had a boot on Kaldur’ahm’s chest, sword pulled up over your shoulder in a striking position. Both panting before a grin broke out on your lips. “I win” you muttered before pulling back offering a hand to him. “Still the most skilled warrior in the camp.” He stated calmly.

“That was amazing!” one of the younger demigods smiled, who stood just in front of the newcomers. Your eyes fell on them all. “So you’re the new recruits” calling to them. Waving them over, “Front and center” tapping the ground with your sword. The three came and stood where you tapped. Swinging the sword to rest it on your shoulder while turning to look at them. Standing there you looked them over, getting a feel for their physical type.

“Well as the formal protector of this camp, Welcome. As I’m sure M’gann, Dick, and Wally told you I’m [F/n] [L/n] and this is Kaldur’ahm. We both are here if you have any questions on your abilities or the camp itself. However from what Bruce and the rest of the League told me, you all have quite a handle on your abilities, and outside experience. So I ask you to behave yourselves and act as role models for the younger demigods and goddesses here because they WILL look up to you. As long as you all follow the rules and keep that in mind, we’re more than happy to have you here. And one last thing, this is a home. We are all family here, please, treat it as such.” Looking over the three, you saw the eagerness in two but the third was wearing an aura of skepticism.

You walked over to Jason, “Trust me this place isn’t as you feel it is. Give it a chance, give us a chance before you cast your verdict. What I’m saying is lighten up, relax, learn. We might surprise you.” laughing while placing the sword hilt in his hands. Backing away you looked at them all, “As much as I’d like to stay, I have other things to attend to. I will see you all at the claiming ceremony.” Announcing before smiling at them all and nodding before making your leave.

“Claiming ceremony?” Kori asked looking at their three tour guides. Wally was the first to speak up. “It’s where your parent will claim you as their child, proving your heritage as a demigod and who your parent is. Then the camp will act and train you accordingly.” he explained. Them all nodding in understanding.

“Anyway there is a lot more camp to show you and people for you to meet before the ceremony. Let’s continue” Dick smiled before M’gann nodded and began to lead the way once more.

Though Jason was distracted by the words you spoke to him while analyzing the sword in his hands. The words ringing in his head ‘What I’m saying is lighten up, relax, learn. We might surprise you.’ How could he relax? Half of him kept reminding how he’s in a strange, unknown place, surrounded by other demigods. Though the other side of him wanted to train and take the chance to do as told. To trust.

In Another Life

Pairing: Linstead
Timeline: AU
Genre: Mostly fluff/comfort.
Prompt: 5 times Linstead met before Jay joined the unit

A/N: I realize this might not be what you meant with this prompt, but hell, I had fun with it. I hope you enjoy it too!

P.S: Reviews make me happy, and when I’m happy, my muse is happy, and when my muse is happy… You all know what happens. More fics ;)

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The glass shatters on the ground.
It shatters on the ground and John flinches. He stares at the glass pieces. He swallows. Then he looks at Sherlock, who stands in front of him, with his head lowered, breathing heavily.
They both look at the glass pieces and at the water, which slowly runs over the ground.
John doesn’t know what to say.
Suddenly, every noise in the room is unbearable loud. The ticking of the clock on the wall. The steady drum of the rain outside. His own breathing. And Sherlock’s.
Finally, after what feels like an eternitie, Sherlock says quietly, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lost control. Of course I will clear this up immediately …”
His voice sounds dry. Almost mechanic.
John sees how Sherlock begins to turn around and he quickly says, “No. Wait.”
Sherlock stands still and looks at him with a frown.
John drows in a breath. “Why did you throw it,” he says then. “Why are you suddenly so angry? Because of … because of what I said about The Woman? That you should phone her?”
Sherlock stares at him. The frown disappears from his face. It makes place for another expression. One that looks a lot like despair mixed with anger.
For a second Sherlock looks like he would just run away.
But then, he nods strictly. “Yes,” he says, his voice shaking slightly. “Yes. I’m angry. I’m angry because of what you said about Irene.”
Irene, John thinks stunned, he calls her Irene now. When did that happen.
“Why do you all treat me like an idiot? ‘Phone her, Sherlock, she’s waiting for you.’ - ‘Phone her, Sherlock, I guess she’s as lovesick as you are!’ - ‘Phone her, Sherlock, do it before it’s too late and you will regret it …’”
He drows in a deep breath.
“You know what? She already told you, but apparently you didn’t get it back then … She’s gay. She’s gay like me. And when I phoned her, it was because I … because I had a problem and asked her for her advise.”
She’s gay. She’s gay like me.
Sherlock talks and talks, but John suddenly only hears those words in his head. Again and again.
Gay like me.
Like me.
Oh God, I’m an idiot. I’m a bloody idiot …
Sherlock is still talking. His face slightly red, his hands slightly shaking.
“I don’t know, why you’re so obsessed with the thought that I’m in love with her. Well, I’m not. And I thought … I really thought that would be quite obvious. I thought the truth is very obvious. Apparently it’s not. And apparently you’re so scared about the possibility of being gay, that you can’t bear the thought that someone … someone close to you might be. Anyway. I think it’s time for you to leave, John. The kindergarden closes soon. You shouldn’t let your daughter wait …”
And then he turns around. Goes to the kitchen. Slowly, with hanging shoulders.
Suddenly, the air between them feels very cold.
John stands there and feels quite stupid.
Fuck …

anonymous asked:

About Snape randomly dropping DADA lectures in Potions: THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER. Just imagine him being so fed up with the endless string of useless DADA teachers that he just snaps one day because "these children are literally going to die once Voldemort returns they don't know jack about defending themselves Dumbledore what are you doing will someone please end my suffering."

I love this.

I also cling a bit to the headcanon that the older kids latch on to the fact that Pomfrey heals their basic injuries, but it’s Snape who is wheeled out as the resident Dark Arts expert when anything terrible happens.

anonymous asked:

Hi again. I'm the same anon who asks about the rules. Thank you so much for that. I would like to request for Starish, QN and Heavens reaction to shy , plain (not ugly but not pretty) and tomboyish (prefer t-shirts over tight tops, sneakers over high heels) s/o having people gossip about s/o when two of them pass by some random citizens saying "how did that plain girl get such a hottie like him?". S/o personally is not bothered at all but the princes don't have the same reaction

Boy this was some work! 18 people in one ask xD Anyways, tell me what you think!

Your date was going amazing despite the several pairs of eyes locked onto you. Your boyfriend and you didn’t care, choosing to enjoy yourself rather than bother with their attention. With your hair cascading down, a shirt and pants put on and your favourite pair of sneakers; it was all perfect until that one whisper.

“So plain. I wonder how she got him.”

You walked on, head held high as you ignored the sudden downpour of whispers that were now initiated.

“Yeah! ○○○-kun has better taste in girls, she’s…ugh.”

Your boyfriend stiffened and your grip tightened on your interlocked fingers as you pushed forward, silently asking him to not react. Giggles were followed. His fingers were shaking but you gave him a small smile, sure that this childish behaviour would end soon.

“I know! She must have seduced him with her….other things…” Someone purred teasingly, causing laughter to erupt and your boyfriend stopped, tugging you back as he turned to face them.


You didn’t like the smile Otoya’s face had. It suddenly turned cold when he heard that accusation. Determined to rectify the situation, he kissed your forehead before looking at them. The words came out immediately. “Stop! What do you know about ○○○-chan huh?! Nothing! That gives you no right to talk about her badly!” The redhead fumed, ever ready to defend you no matter what happened. He took your hand and walked off, making sure to shoot everyone a scary glare before doing so.


Your date was pleasant until they ruined it throughly. While you were used to such insults, knowing that they didn’t really affect you, Masato wasn’t. He didn’t like, he hated, the fact that you tolerated such utter nonsense. His grip tightened on your fingers and you tried to persuade him to let go but he wasn’t having any of that. “Enough of this childish banter. One does not continue to insult someone just because that person tolerates it. ○○○, let’s go, I’d rather not deal with them.” He warned, satisfied when the women nodded, utterly shocked. If these girls were a bunch of men, consider their futures ruined if Masato ever demanded a search carried out on them.


His smile turned firm, almost cold. His ‘grin’ widened as he leaned closer to that girl who insulted your assets. “Wahaha! I didn’t hear you quite there! What did you just say?” He asked, his voice bright and cheery but it sent shudders of fear down your insulter’s spine. They looked away, suddenly embarrassed. Natsuki smiled at the rest who averted their gazes before turning back to you and humming happily. He didn’t wheedle an apology out of them but was sure that they were sorry for crossing by you and speaking like that.


He did not like the words he just heard. He was disgusted, willing to break a few jaws but alas, he did not raise his hand at a woman. His eyes narrowed at the crowd who visibly looked afraid to their wits. “I see. ○○○ seduced me. Of course she did, which is why she dresses so ‘plainly’ as you put it, and does not announce to the whole world that we’re dating. Of course, she seduced me.” He chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting predatorily. “I’ve never heard anything more dumb than that. ○○○, we’re leaving. People who gossip about you are just jealous.”


One gaze from Ren had them stiffen. He smirked, the expression not reaching his eyes as he slowly sauntered towards your accuser, eyeing them from head to toe. “So, lady, care to repeat what you just said?” He whispered, low and dangerous. The girl shook her head almost immediately, shooting you a glare. Ren stepped in between, shielding you from her. He spat out the next few words. “For you to insult someone because you don’t have what they do..do you know what it speaks about you, ladies?” The girl’s face turned pale and the remaining who laughed along with her, tried not to cower. Ren ran a hand through his hair, his smirk widening. “It says that you are someone who cannot see the beauty in a person. You are someone who judges people by just their surface.” His voice was cold, enough to horrify you as well the motley. “I want you out of my sight and a million miles away from my honey. Now.”


He balled his fists angrily, his voice louder than before. “You all, stop! Enough there!” The girls looked shocked as he dropped his fists, glaring at each and every one of them. “Ugh. You all are children. ○○○ did nothing to get me. I fell in love with her. Wanna know why?” He narrowed his eyes, noting the speechlessness in the audience. “Because she’s definitely not like this.” He spat out and took your hand, making sure you left the place immediately. He might’ve lost a few fans there but you mattered more.


You swore that you heard the prince hiss when he heard the first insult itself. Now? He was furious, ready to destroy anyone, anyone who insulted you. “How repulsive.” The words came out louder than he intended it to. “This is so mean of you to do so.” He told, pointing his shaky finger to every one of the girls. “So what if you all think ○○○ seduced me? It does not change that I love her and that I know her more than you all.” He pivoted on his heel, stomping off, with you in tow. He didn’t want to start a fight but if he was still a cat, he would have most certainly scratched every one of them. You were his precious princess. You don’t deserve such horrible accusations.


He laughed. Loudly. Clenching his stomach, he turned back to face your pile of insulters, shaking from the after effects of his sudden outburst. Your eyes were widely open and so were the eyes of the women who so freely gossiped about you. “I’m sorry, sorry~ ○○○-chan seduced me? I’ve not heard a funnier joke than that!” He laughed again, the sound darker and dangerous this time. He smiled at the women who refused to meet his eyes, shaking his head. “The one who’s ugh is you, not my ○○○-chan.” Seeing them stiffen, he smirked and continued. “Besides, if she did seduce me, I doubt I would have left our bed and brought her out on this date!” He added cheerily before taking your flustered hand and running off.


You had to hold onto Ranmaru to prevent him from actually starting a fist fight with women. He just stared them down, his heterochromatic eyes glaring daggers at every single one of them. “Ran…let’s just go..” You whispered helplessly and he stiffened at your pleading voice. He decided to heed to your request but spat out a few words before leaving. “Disgusting. I’d die sooner than be admired by any of you.”


He didn’t like the mixed bout of anger and frustration kicking inside him. He knew that people gossiped like this only when they were jealous, indicating that they couldn’t have what the subject of their topic possessed. This was normal among humans and yet hearing such insults towards his ○○○ irked him. He wanted to give them a setback and so he did, when he eyed them all with a narrow gaze, his tone flat. “Stop. This is nothing but immature behaviour. Although ○○○ remarkably tolerates this, I won’t. How you all talk makes me feel disgusted.”


He wasn’t going to tolerate this. His icy blue eyes turned cold as he suppressed a scoff, instead plastering on a smile that was everything but pleasant. “Peasants.” He disliked the kind of language he used for a motley of women but right now, none would get away with insulting his ○○○ to his face. The word did shock his audience as he eyed them all murderously, his glares sharper than a dagger. “Apologise to ○○○ now. I would not bear with you all talking to her with such disrespect. She is my countess, my jewel. Far be it from me to bat an eyelash when fools like you openly accuse her being.”


It was only once when you saw Eiichi snap. You had committed his form to memory so that you would not rile his temper up again. Now here he stood, his fists curling, his eyes glinting dangerously. He snickered like a devil, sending the women into another set of whispers but his low voice shut them up. “Low. So so so very low of you to talk about my ○○○ this way. Why do I even have you as my fans?” His trembling laughter shook you to your very core. He made sure to leave them all a glare before taking your wrist, pulling you close to his chest and walking off.


You knew your boyfriend was a man of few words but his silence now scared you more than his talking. His grip on your hand tightened and you tried not to yelp. You tugged on your intertwined fingers, indicating that you two should leave but Kira halted you in your steps, pulling you close. “No.” He whispered to you. He repeated that louder to the women in the back, his golden eyes gleaming with a sense of protectiveness. “○○○ is nothing like how you picture her to be. She’s the most amazing woman I have ever met.” His words rocked the females into silence. “Your behaviour speaks a lot about your character, however.” He told them loud enough before walking off with you, clenching your fingers reassuringly.


“Haaa…I smell jealousy of their nails~” Nagi cooed, completely in character, the only things that showed how angry he was were the twitching of his lips and the narrowing of his brows. He sauntered up to them, his coffee cup still in hand from your recent date. Eyeing them one by one, he smiled when he found his target, the one who thought you ‘seduced’ this boy. Without a word, he splashed the cold liquid onto her, she screamed in response. He smiled innocently but his eyes glared murderously at every one of them. “Whoopsie! I totally accidentally dropped that~ I’m sorry~” He sang out. His next few words were cold. “Do that next time and I doubt cold coffee will be only thing that spoils your dress.”


He was torn in between yelling and politely correctly the women who dared to insult you. Clenching his fists, he breathed out slowly, deciding to take the gentle route first. “I beg your pardon?” He asked, ever the gentleman, hoping they would correct themselves. He didn’t expect the women to repeat their words, this time they sounded far more dramatic. He balled his fists, you held his arm and pleadingly tugged on it, asking him to let go. He stared into your (e/c) eyes, his violet ones burning with anger. He turned back to them. “That was very rude and childish of you. I believe you owe ○○○ a sound apology.” He said, his piercing gaze unwavering. Seeing the determination in your boyfriend made you tear up and a few of them apologised. In the end, Eiji showered you with all the love possible, in an attempt to make you forget those insults.


His smile froze when the last few words dropped out of those women’s mouths. You saw his eyes darken a shade dangerously but your grip was firm on his arm. He met you eyes and was torn between doing something to those snakes disguised as women or to just walk off. His rage won. His fingers traced your hips as his arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you up in the air. You shrieked, surprised by the sudden motion, the emotion only increasing when Van brought his lips to yours, claiming you passionately before your onlookers. Collective gasps were heard. Some jaws dropped. Jealousy was the obvious emotion amongst them. He pulled away, kissing your mouth again before turning to them with a smirk. “Say what again? ○○○ is my girlfriend. I love her. My one and only. You dare do that again and I doubt I’d tolerate it. Feel lucky that she’s so patient.” He spat out, making sure you didn’t have to deal with such an event again.


You saw his jaw twitch, the veins in his biceps rising as he glared at the women. You tried to pull him away, sure that he would go violent but he wanted to give them a good thrashing, by words if not actions. His clenched fists were turning pale from the force as he edged towards them with every step; you ran frantically behind him squeaking a “Yamato, don’t!” and “Yamato, please.” along the way. He didn’t listen. Stamping his foot loud on the ground, he eyed them all. “Say what? Repeat your words again.” He challenged, cracking his knuckles. The pale, aghast faces of the women did not serve him well and he was determined to get an apology out. He motioned towards you. “Apologise to her.” He thundered, his eyebrows furrowing. “Now.” You heard a mumble of sorries and nodded before yanking Yamato off, covering your blush and tears for he just stood up for you, proving his love.


“How utterly terribly disappointing that all of you are blind to the obvious beauty ○○○ possesses.” His clear voice rang out, like a stream of pure water amongst the cacophony of cicadas. He shook his head disapprovingly, ready to hex the person who dared to throw such false statements at you. When one of them tried to justify their words, he shot them a glare, silencing them. “Apologise to ○○○ this very instant.” He demanded, his grip tightening on your hand.

anonymous asked:

(part 1 of 2) i imagine that the sex in yuuri's book would be just mentioned casually with no details, but he would sometimes talk about what started it or the aftermath of it. like when he talks about what happened in chapter eight it would be like: "That was the first time Viktor and I slept together. I woke up alone in his room the next morning and, being inexperienced and not knowing the etiquette of what to do after what I assumed was a one-night stand, took that as my cue to leave. -

(cont. from the ask about the sex in yuuri’s book, part 2 of 2) - Viktor, on the other hand, thought this was the perfect opportunity for us to talk things through and had left to get us tea and coffee. We bumped into each other at the door. I still left, though now significantly more awkward. Viktor has told me that my leaving that morning was especially painful for him.“ (i’m sorry i hope you aren’t offended by ppl actually writing out headcanons rather than just suggesting them)


No, of course I don’t mind you writing your HC out! And he would definitely talk about the before and after parts as they are pretty critical to the story


1. Harry feels like he’ll miss out on a lot of things Y/D/N will do. “What if she knows how to ride a bike and I am not there?” “Harry, our daughter wouldn’t know how to ride a bike because we hadn’t bought her one.”
2. He calls you A LOT. And if you don’t answer within 1 minute, he’ll freak and think something has happened.
3. You send him pictures of Y/D/N sleeping and eating. Occasionally a video of her singing along to his songs.
4. If Harry weren’t at the hotel facetiming you two, he’d most likely be wandering at Gucci and looking at kid’s clothes. Even purchasing some for his favorite little girl.
5. Your daughter thinks Jeff is scary because he doesn’t let Harry stay at home with her. Harry thinks it’s quite funny when his daughter screams “Evil uncle Jeff!” at his manager.
6. Endless hours of blowing kisses through the computer screen.
7. “ Mummy, it’s daddy on the TV” she cheered. And she’d get up close to the television screen and give him a kiss. You, of course, were filming the whole thing. When Harry saw the video, he couldn’t get away with crying a little.
8. Before bedtime, she’d listen to one of Harry’s interviews and giggle whenever Harry mentions her. That was her favorite thing to do before going to bed.
9. She never asks Harry when he’ll be back because she knows that would make Harry feel guilty for not being able to stay home. Instead she’ll just say “ We miss you, Daddy. Please come back soon.”
10. He used to think that if he went away for too long, Y/D/N would call Niall her dad.
11. He loves the drawings his daughter sends him and he always keeps one of them in his pocket for luck.
12. He tells Jeff or anyone who is willing to listen about his daughter not marrying anyone ever because the only man that will take good care of her is him. They would remind Harry that his daughter is only four years old.
13. Harry enjoys listening to Y/D/N talk about the meal that she had with you that day.
14. Your daughter finds Harry’s patterned pants fascinating. She counts the flowers on one of the pairs he wore and would repetitively restart because she only knew how to count to ten.
15. Y/D/N tries her best to console you when you miss Harry too much.“ Mummy don’t be sad, Daddy’ll be home soon!” “I will never be sad because I already have my little peanut here with me.”

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I wasn’t going to address this, but I changed my mind.

I can already tell we have different ideas of what would be considered an ‘ending’.

To me, and ending is when the story is over.

It seems, to you, a story is done when YOU think it’s over.

They got together, which was the point of the story, so now it’s over. I’m not sure what more you wanted, a wedding maybe?

So, let’s say I decided to force this. Make it come even after it ended. Do you know what happens?

It sucks.

Experience has taught me that I can’t force a story after it’s 'ended’. It’s terrible writing and no one wants to read it. Which would, I can see, leave you unsatisfied as well. It’s a lovely catch-22 all writers must face, but we do it anyways because we love to write.

You do have a wonderful way of putting things though. Thank you for using it.

Every year I would have really bad birthdays because I just expected them to be better than my other days, and to be you know made to feel special? Obviously I was disappointed every year when that didn’t happen. So this year I went into my birthday not expecting anything, and it’s just been such an average day. Everyone’s saying what did you do today how was it? I have a friend over to distract me so I can’t get sad but otherwise it was so average, boring if anything; but at least I’m not crying this year hey! (partially bc I can’t lol)


I. AM. IN. PAIN. WHAT. THE. HECK. WAS. THAT. EPISODE. how could they do this to us why is this happened what has my life come to I feel nothing at all I need more. Also can we just talk about how absolutely pathetic archie and Veronica were? Juggie and Betty’s relationship was literally tearing apart, in front of their eyes, and they have the audacity to just stay quiet and not say anything, while knowing that what they could say will support what Betty is saying and salvage their friends’ relationship? they’re such morons for doing that. And then Betty says that she loves juggie and I JUST DIED. And just when I was just starting to like Alice, she goes and messes up juggie. I can’t even imagine how he must feel, knowing that the only reason his girlfriends mom wanted to meet his family was so that dumbass 1 and dumbass 2 could go search his dad’s house like gosh CAN’T SOMETHING GO RIGHT FOR MY LITTLE BOY HE DESERVES LOVE AND AFFECTION AND NOT ALL THIS ANNOYING BULLSHIT PAIN UGH. (sidenote: my grammar probably went waaayyyy off twos sentences into this so please excuse my rubbish grammar)
ALSO Veronica you’re annoying please leave I’ll see you out the door myself if I have to but BYE.

anonymous asked:

i don't know if you have ever answered this, but do you ever get anxious that they will move apart despite everything? like when i see dnp together i don't see any indication at all that that might happen. they seem so happy to me! but when dan says something like "this isn't a forever home", my mind automatically jumps to "bc maybe they'll just stay together as long as they're on yt as a 'duo' and then get their own forever homes". and if you do, what do you tell yourself to stop being anxious?

I kind of want to give two answers here. Do I ever get nervous watching Dan and Phil right now, and considering the possibility that they aren’t a couple and are only together for youtube? No. Absolutely not. In that regard, I can’t help you with the anxiety question, because I just don’t feel it.

Do I get anxious at the idea that they might one day move apart? I mean, I don’t know if I’d say anxious. Contemplative and melancholy, maybe. But that’s part of remembering that they’re real people. I feel like you have to treat it like any relationship, you know? The reality of life is that sometimes people break up, sometimes nice things end. In fact, most nice things end. Most things aren’t built to last forever. If you, yourself, are in a relationship with someone you could be extremely happy and in love and then a year from now no longer feel that way. It doesn’t invalidate the way you felt in the past, but the way you felt in the past doesn’t invalidate the lack of feeling it now. 

Though I will add:  I think Dan and Phil stand an above average chance of lasting forever. I don’t see an end to them, and I don’t think they see it either. 

It’s just that I also think it would be (and probably is) unhealthy for public figures to have that kind of pressure on their relationship, to have people telling them you can’t ever move on, because of how it makes me feel to think about - which is probably a factor in why Dan and Phil don’t share the relationship side of their life with us. 

The tl;dr here is that it’s all right to be emotionally invested in them but ground yourself by remembering that they are real people whose real life decisions we can’t always predict, so stressing over it or feeling anxious is quite literally futile. 

anonymous asked:

Hi! I am the anon who told u about the fanfiction problem? Well, the thing is that the most incredible part about what I'm writing is that some of the ideas (from the Destiel point of view, not the main problem) are happening in the show now! I swear that I wrote it before it happened in the show, It makes me have hope about Destiel becoming canon :)

Woooow, well done you! It means you’re nailing your characterization, which is always a hard thing to do, so KUDOS! 

And yeah, on the Destiel front - every season I’ve got this moment when I become a useless fool, and that moment, this year, is right now, but - it’s all so unnecessary, you know? Because, okay, maybe those first two times (let’s make it the first twenty-four, just to be safe) was the editing department messing around or Jensen losing a bet or whatever, but everything they’ve done since then - that Cain thing was unnecessary, that Amara thing was unnecessary, this prolonged, constant disparity between how Dean is with Cas and how Sam is with Cas is completely unnecessary. There are ways you can write a normal friendship between two guys, after all, and if that’s what they want to write, why don’t they? Especially if we consider the bad press this show’s had for queerbaiting and whatever? I mean, that entire mixtape thing was so unnecessary if they didn’t want it there - Cas could have apologized without adding anything else, Dean didn’t need to go all we make a good team at him - not to mention those things which are implied by what we haven’t seen - how Dean stayed in the kitchen on his own for a good twenty minutes, either to pull himself together or hoping Cas would come after him; Dean deciding to share his music with Cas - Dean painstakingly recording a tape for Cas or, even worse, choosing one of his own tapes, these things he’s had for almost thirty years and are basically all he owns, to give Cas - as a gift. And, of course, Dean giving it to Cas, Dean realizing, perhaps, that Cas didn’t know what to make of it, Dean almost, almost, giving in, Dean forcing himself to explain why it was so important for Cas to carry that tape around (at the very least, to remind him of home - a place he belongs, a place people are waiting for him and worrying about him because, goddammit, they want him the fuck back), Dean probably shaking his head, patting Cas’ shoulder, walking away. All these things are canon now, and they are mostly unnecessary to the plot. Supernatural could exist without them, no problem - so why the hell do they keep shoving them in? Because it’s a whole thing - it’s a general discussion about the characters, it’s people writing it down, it’s people acting it out, it’s people pointing cameras and looking at the dailies and deciding how to best piece them together. It’s deliberate, and at this point, I’m actually quite hopeful that it’s going somewhere.

arlenejp  asked:

Steph, I have heard two different versions of the ACD estate copyright. One says it will be free and clear by 2019 and the other by 2023. I am thinking that WHENEVER it happens we WILL finally see the kiss. Do you know which date is the right one? PS: I LOVE reading your meta. I have begun writing Johnlock fic now.

Hey Lovely!

Actually, there’s going to be ongoing expirations of the copyrights until 2022, but the Garridebs’ story becomes public domain in 2019, which is probably why you have heard differing dates (including from myself, and for that I apologize, since I’m a shit and don’t actually read stuff when I’m quickly answering asks). So yeah, once that becomes public domain, Mofftiss – IF it was their plan in the first place – can adapt The Scene™ in the way it should be done.

PS THANK YOU OMG!! I hardly write meta anymore, so it makes me happy that y’all still like being here with me :) AND WRITE WRITE WRITE! And if / when you post it, let me know and I’ll help you promote it :)