i don't have words for how proud i am of these kids

advice for the signs
  • aries: you're full of ideas and they're always amazing! you are so much smarter than you give yourself credit for, even though you try to appear like you're a bit of a daredevil, you don't always like to come too far out of your cozy little comfort zone. but I promise, if you come out a bit more you can experience so many exciting things, and your abilities will make you shine like a star in the night sky.
  • taurus: not only are you are a badass, you're also super cool. if there are any haters its only because they want to be like you - really though. you just have an aura about you that pulls people in and once they get to know you, they don't ever want to get away. people want to overindulge in you, and if that wears you out then take a break and don't feel bad about it, your friends know you'll come back at the end of the day.
  • gemini: you're not a two-faced backstabbing bitch, you are a beautiful person who struggles with having to listen to an angel and a devil on your shoulders all day, which I can only imagine is super tough but you've done an incredible job to even come all this way and you should be so proud of yourself, I know I am. and lets take a moment to appreciate how you can walk into a room and suddenly be everyone's best friend with your natural charm and easy-going nature. you could take a bullet in the chest and your smile won't even falter. you're so determined to get what you want and you're so passionate and just everything you do is admirable. keep going, you rock this world.
  • cancer: if we're being real here, you don't actually cry *that* much. this is what it is - you have so many emotions swirling inside of you and they are like a beautiful storm of bright lights. and you should continue to let that out and share that beauty with everyone! but even with all that, you can be pretty hardcore and you are so strong, inside that whirlpool is a fire than burns bright, you should show people your intense passions as well as your caring side.
  • leo: you are amazing, and everyone around you knows it. if you're being too hard on yourself, lighten up a little because so far you've done everything right. everything happens for a reason, and if you feel guilty or sad about something just remember that your experiences have shaped who you are today - a beautiful, wonderful, magical creature with sparkling eyes, a loving soul and fabulous hair.
  • virgo: you work so hard to be on top of the game and I know how stressful that can be, but trust me when I'm saying that if you're doing the best you can, please don't push yourself any further. I'm sure you know what it feels like to get 3 hours sleep only to just scrape everything in on time, but you're doing just fine and please remember to reach out to your friends and loved ones and talk about how youre feeling. honestly, letting out any negativity makes you feel so, so much better, and you deserve the best.
  • libra: it's not that you're indecisive, you just like to weigh out all the pros and cons of a situation before you go into something - which is such a good idea, and I admire you for that. I bet you wish you had a crystal ball and could see the future to know how your decisions will turn out, huh? but the reality is that you should stop worrying about about the future and live in the moment. if you're not focusing on the present, you won't get to where you want to be in the future, and we definitely don't want to see you somewhere where your talents aren't being showcased.
  • scorpio: your personality is just so magnetic and you're so hypnotic, so many people absolutely adore you and would do anything for you - but sometimes they might not be 100% certain that the feelings are mutual. now, I know you love your friends and family so, so much with a fiercely strong love, but would it kill you to tell people that you love them and how you're feeling sometimes? everyone is here to help you and guide you on your journey to reaching the stars, but you can't build your rocket ship without the help of others.
  • sagittarius: you are incredible and so smart, it actually makes people stop in their tracks when you open your mouth and spout some beautiful, philosophical words of wisdom. or even just opening your mouth to say anything. everything about you is great but I'm not sure you appreciate yourself as much as you should. all the friends you have who love you should be an indication of how great you are. if you don't learn to love yourself, you might not be able to see through and out of your own little bubble and actually notice how much people care about you. because they care so, so much. don't you ever doubt that.
  • capricorn: your motto is work hard and don't take shortcuts, which is amazing and everyone admires you for that. it takes a lot of hard work and dedication to be you, and even if nobody mentions it, everyone is impressed. you're gonna go far, kid. but know that even if you're stuck in a rut right now you just need to jump a little higher and climb out. if you're stressed, talk to someone you trust and just open up and tell them what youre feeling. help them help you, and everything will be okay.
  • aquarius: we're not emotionless, we have a lot of feelings and we just choose not to express them because we're scared of people being overwhelmed by us, and we like to trust someone 100% before we open up. and there is nothing wrong with that. you're so good at listening to people's problems/how they feel and your advice is 10/10, but if you don't take time to talk to people about how you're feeling, you bottle everything up and one day it'll get so full that the lid will burst - and I know you're afraid of letting out all your feelings in one go, I definitely am. the only way around that is to let it out, bit by bit, slowly and over the years, to maintain your composure and sanity. and nobody will see you any different or judge you if you open up to them.
  • pisces: you're passionate, your creativity is out of this world, you're so good at helping people and you don't have a selfish bone in your body. you're always so up for helping people, and that is amazing! you're compassionate like no other, and your ideas are off-the-charts crazy cool. and you're not weak! you are perfectly capable of putting up your barriers, you just like to trust people enough to keep them down a lot of the time. and you're definitely not weak either, you've probably lived through some heartbreaking experiences, and you're still able to walk around with your head up and your heart open. now thats real strength.
Something More - Theo Raeken

Originally posted by hugwithsleep

Summary: Theo and Y/n are fwb, the pack has no acknowledgement on their status. 

Warning: some smut,fluff and terrible writing 

MASTERLIST


“Hey Princess” Theo smirked making his way toward Malia and I “ugh get a life Theo” Malia groaned he stopped in front of me “can I catch you after school?” he looked at me expectantly “in your dreams” I fought back the small smile that wanted to make an appearance “your already there” he winked walking away to his locker near the end of the hallway. Damn that boy really knew how to make me melt.

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daddyzenpie  asked:

For the event Mini-Fic for Zen you're holding, "You know why i love you? It's because you're you, and no one in this world ever love me the way you do. And that, princess, is what make you very precious and beautiful in my eyes, no matter how other people sees you." I hope this is great enough?

gasp!! Lil Masochist~! It’s been a while ^o^ Nyaha~ I got dibs on your request >:3

[ Notice: Event Submissions are now closed. Previous requests will be completed asap. Sorry for the delay. ] 
(Man, I didn’t realize there’d be so many asks… Will be blazing through them tonight!!)

–R.I.


Some Days. [Zen x MC]

Some days… I can’t help but hate myself.

I frequently make mistakes, and I’m not like everyone else. I don’t like what they like, I can’t do what they do. I hate that I’m so different from them.

They tell me all the time.

“You’re so out of the loop, girl! How have you NOT fallen in love with this band?!!”

Is it so wrong to have a different interest from you?

“Why do you like that colour?? It’s sooo ugly. Just like you!! Haha, just kidding…”

Honestly, I know you always insult people and laugh it off as a joke, but you always mean it. Two-sided bitch.

…but at least she fits in. Why am I so different? Is… is something wrong with me?

Curled up into a ball, I bury my head in my knees, hugging myself tightly. I watch as my boyfriend shines onstage—it’s only rehearsal, but he’s so talented and handsome, standing out from everyone else.

Why did Zen even fall in love with me? He has a huge fan-base, acting talent and looks that could kill… And I’m just… me.

He’s worked with models who are more beautiful than me. He’s spoken with women who are funnier than me, more intelligent than me, more exciting than me…

I do love him, I really do. And I feel proud to be able to stand by his side.

But some days… I just feel ashamed.

“Rehearsal’s over for the day, go home and get some rest! Good job, everyone!” the director declared.

I glanced up, noticing Zen walk towards me with a bright smile on his face.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, babe. Did you see me? This was one of my best rehearsals yet! I felt like I could really sync with the character this time,” he beamed, running a hand through his hair.

Nodding quietly, I passed him a water bottle, which he gratefully took and gulped down within a matter of seconds.

We headed home, walking quickly against the cool spring breeze. I stayed silent the entire time, listening to him chatter away about his rehearsal.

But when we finally got home, he stopped talking, instead staring at me, as if analyzing me.

“Babe? I’ve been meaning to ask you since earlier but… what’s wrong?” he asked in a soft tone.

I tensed up, but maintained a steady voice as I answered, “Nothing, really.”

He frowned, reaching a hand out to my shoulder. “MC… I’m an actor, you know. I face actors everyday, I know when someone’s not sincere in their words. Please tell me?”

Reluctantly, I decided to tell him out of pressure. But without meaning to, the first words I blurted out were, “Why are we even together?”

Zen’s frown suddenly deepened, his eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean? Because I love you and you love me… right?”

I sighed, “Well, you’re not wrong… but why? You’re practically perfect and I’m nothing. Even your fans hardly feel threatened by me because I don’t match you. We’re too different, Zen. Anyone can see that.”

“That’s not true, jagi… You know why I love you? It’s because you’re you, and no one in this world could ever love me the way you do. And that, princess, is what makes you so precious and beautiful in my eyes, no matter how other people see you,” he stated firmly, staring straight into my eyes with sincerity.

Heat spreads to my cheeks, an overwhelming affection instantly bursting in my heart for him. “Y-you’re too smooth with your lines, Zen. I-I love you too,” I mumble quietly, pressing my face into his chest so he couldn’t see the way my cheeks were burning.

Some days, I can’t help but hate myself…

… but on days like these, I have Zen right here by my side, loving me for everything I hate about myself.

That’s How a Moment Lasts Forever - Post-BatB Oneshot

“Grandfather?”

“Mmm?”

“Why do you keep so many tea sets?”

The old man chuckled, leaning back in his armchair as he watched his littlest grandchild.  While her two older siblings had chosen to play outside in the snow, she stared at his bookcase, which, instead of being filled with books, was lined with teapots and teacups made of wood, porcelain, and china.

“Well, you know your father’s a potter; he gives me the ones that no one wants.”

“But do you even use them?” the girl asked.  “They’ve got chips and cracks in them.  They wouldn’t make good tea.”

“You are definitely your mother’s daughter,” the old man replied.  “I suppose…I keep them because they deserve a home, a place to belong.”

The girl raised her eyebrows.  “You make it sound like they’re alive.”

“Well…” The old man’s voice took on a spooky tone.  “Sometimes they talk to me at night.”

The girl laughed. “No they don’t!”

“No, they don’t,” he agreed, laughing in return.  “But can’t an old man have his hobbies?  I like antiques!  I’m a collector, always have been!  You see that?” He pointed at a tiny, intricately decorated box on the mantel above the fireplace.  “It plays a lullaby if you open it. The king’s grandfather made that for me when I was a boy.”

“Really?” The tea sets were momentarily forgotten as the little girl ran over to the mantel and seized the box in her hands.  

“Careful!” The man raised a gnarled hand, but there was no need; the girl set the box down with the utmost care.  She lifted open the box, revealing a tiny, incredibly detailed replica of a rose.  The rest of the inside was gold and cornflower blue, with a castle painted on the inside of the lid.  She located the winding handle on the side, and with a nod from her grandfather, wound it up and let it play.

At once, a little melody, strong but sweet, began to emit from the box, causing the rose to rotate slowly in place.  The girl sat, entranced by the box, while the man closed his eyes and hummed along.

“You won’t find a box like that anywhere else,” he finally said.  “That’s why it’s special.”

The girl waited until the last notes faded away, then looked up at her grandfather to ask him a question.  But what she saw startled her into concern rather than curiosity.

“You’re crying, Grandfather!”  She rushed forward, drawing out her handkerchief to wipe his tears away.  The song was beautiful, yes, but it wasn’t a song that should be cried over!

“Ah, well…” He smiled and let her wipe away his tears.  “You are very kind.  My mother used to sing that song for me.”  He didn’t need to say the rest.  

“Oh,” the girl whispered.  “I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t know,” the old man reassured her, smiling.  “Besides, I let that old box play every day, and you don’t see me crying all the time, do you?”

“No,” the girl answered, grinning.  “You’re very cheerful.”

“Well that’s good,” he exclaimed.  “I’m glad I didn’t grow up to be an old grump like my father did.”

They sat in silence for a few more minutes; she admiring the music box, and he gazing at the tea sets in the bookcase that he kept so well polished that the imperfections shone in the light.

“Do you want to know the real reasons behind the tea sets?” he asked suddenly, waking the girl from her short-lived reverie.  “Why I look after them like I do?  You have to promise not to laugh or walk away.”

The little one shrugged, but sidled up to her grandfather’s armchair.  “Okay.  Tell me.”

“Do you promise not to laugh?”

“I promise.” Her eyes gazed up at him, wide and trusting.

“It’s because I used to be one myself.”

The girl sat there, eyes wide, lips parted slightly in surprise.  She wanted to ask if it was a joke, but the old man looked completely serious.  And she was just at that age where she was learning to take care of herself, but still young enough to believe in fairy stories, if they were spun the right way.

“How?”

The old man’s lips curled into a real, genuine smile, one that only children would understand.  “Magic.”

“What happened?” the girl’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Well…sit back a little, and I’ll tell you,” the man replied.  “I was your age when this story took place.  It started with a spoiled prince, an old enchantress, and a young farm girl who saved us all…”


“You used to work at the castle?” the girl said after he had finished his tale.

“Well, it was mostly my mother; she was the head housekeeper.  I followed in the steps of my father, became a potter, and when I had your father, I taught him as well.  Hopefully your older siblings will carry on the family business for me.”

“I bet they will.”  The girl slumped in her chair.  But soon she straightened up again.  “Was the queen really an inventor?”

“Best in the world,” he replied.  “She’s the reason why you have a fountain behind your house for laundry.”

“Is the Enchantress still alive?”

“I have no idea. Probably.”

“Were the musicians really world-famous?”

“Of course they were.  Why would they lie?”

“Maybe to gain favor with the prince.”

“No, they’ve been in the paper before.  I have clippings, if you’re really that skeptical.”

“Wow…” For a moment she was lost in her own daydreams of what it would be like living with famous people.  But then another thought stole her mind away.  “Could Plumette really fly? Like a bird?”

“Even after the curse she could float for a while, if she wanted to.”

“And Lumiere?”

“What do you want me to say about him?  The man was an eccentric old codger right up until the day he…”  The man paused for a moment, lost in the past.  “Until he died.”

The girl pondered the word in silence, while the other sat in his armchair, thinking of times and thoughts that his granddaughter would never understand, no matter how much she listened, or how much she learned.  She would never learn to appreciate time as he had, especially now, after all these years.  And he was the last one, the one given the most time to contemplate what had happened.  Everyone else had already passed on.  

Sometimes, they would come to him in his dreams, as young as he remembered them that day: newly human and full of happiness.  Lumiere would ask him how old age was treating him, Chapeau would clap him on the back and comment on his family, his mother would wrap her arms around him and tell him how proud she was of him.  How proud they all were of him.

But Cogsworth always told him the time, how time was running out.  Tick-tock, there’s not much time left.  And though he always asked what Cogsworth meant, the old majordomo never explained himself, only kept repeating the same thing over and over again.  Even now, Cogsworth was still as incessant as a real clock.

And yet…though he had time well-spent…it never seemed like enough.  Well, not until now, as his youngest grandchild sat next to him, visions of magic and curses dancing in her head, the very age he was when the curse was cast.  Filled with the wonder of a story that would die with him.

“I have a special task for you, little one,” he murmured, and the girl’s eyes lit up.

“What is it?” she asked.  “Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”

“Don’t forget the story I’ve told you today.  Not a single word of it.  Write it down somewhere, make it a book.  And tell your grandchildren.  And have them tell theirs.”

“All right,” the child said.  “Is it that important?”

“I don’t want anyone to forget them,” he continued.  “They taught me a lesson; I am sure they will teach others too.  You’ve probably been told that nothing lasts forever, haven’t you?”

“That’s right,” she said.  “Mother told me that.”

“Well…this story only happened in a moment, out of all the time in the world.  And when I die, the days I’ve lived will disappear.  But now that I’ve told you, you can tell other people, and those people can tell other people, and the story will last longer than any of us.”

He wasn’t much of a storyteller at this age, but he could do this much for his family.  He didn’t live his whole life just to die without people really knowing what happened all those years ago.  It wasn’t just some curse; lessons were learned, and love was restored to the castle.  

“Okay.  I promise I’ll do it.  And my children will do it too.”  

Chip smiled and closed his eyes.  He could picture them now, in the castle, carrying out their duties, royalty and service alike.  Some would call them ordinary, but to him they were the most important people in the world.  They didn’t deserve to be fleeting.  They deserved to live on.  Through story, through song, through legend.

That’s how a moment lasts forever…when our song lives on.

anonymous asked:

I love it. Really I do. Sometimes more, sometimes less but in general I love learning. But I don't have the best grades. I have to work hard to be average and that's ok. Because that's the best thing I can do and I know it. But a lot of people think with hard work you are always able to get A's. Too few recognise the little progress or the holding in a note. So I have to be proud of myself. It is ok to be average if that's the best you can do! Just work the hardest you can.

I am so proud of you anon. 

Words cannot describe how much I smiled when I read this message a month ago. 

People forget that hard work does not necessarily translate to success. You can work hard and still fail. People seem to fixate on binaries and absolutes; “best/worst”, “anything but an A is a fail”. 

That’s an unrealistic view of the world. 

Your honesty speaks to your maturity, your strong moral compass and your sense of self awareness. 

You are wise beyond your years. 

And I promise that those values and that work ethic you’ve shown up there will get you far. 

+ kids, if you’re looking for your morning inspiration, read this.

And then read it again.  

And again. 

anonymous asked:

So. I don't know if I'm doing this right but could you write a Drabble about aomine X reader? Something along the lines of the reader comforts aomine when he starts to show his very rare soft and vulnerable side? Maybe he's insecure about something, take it where you want. I love this blog with my whole being and I love u and thank you. Seriously. I thank you from the deepest reaches of my soul.

Second and last Anniversary gift today!

Originally posted by kurozero

You could easily describe Aomine with only four simple words - not good with emotions. His first important priority except you and basketball, was to be seen as someone strong and tough, who will never break - no matter how hard you try to destroy him. But you knew better.

Surprisingly, he was able to hide his other side for very long, even from you. Of course, you blamed yourself for not noticing sooner, but it wasn’t really your fault.

However, the day when you finally saw him completely different will never disappear from your mind. It was the middle of November, rough and freezing wind was hitting your face harshly on the way to your boyfriend’s house. His absence in school was unexpected and being a good girlfriend you were, you decided to come by and give him notes and homework.  

 With spare keys his parents gave you, you opened the door and slowly made yourself at home. The aura was weird, which was not a good sight. Hot air carried heavy atmosphere, which didn’t help you relax at all. Your footsteps were the only heard sound as you made your way to Daiki’s room.

Without knocking, you basically barged there, humming some catchy melody.

‘Hey Daiki!’ You greeted him happily, but the only thing you saw was his back. After a second or so, you noticed that his hands and basically his whole body was shaking slightly!

‘You okay? You don’t look…good.’ Slowly overcoming distance between the two of you, you sat next to him with worried expression.

His eyes caught yours and you gulped. Sadness in them was overwhelming you and you just couldn’t stop your hand from gently slipping into his one.  

'Please, don’t just look at me. Talk to me.’ You were seriously shocked, this situation was almost the same, but this time Aomine was the one who needed help.

You waited patiently for him to answer, but he only moved his head towards window. Signing, he squeezed your hand.

'Do you..remember my neighbor? The old one? He died last night.’ His voice was low, smooth and held so many secrets.

You didn’t say anything, waiting for continuation.  

'He was a good person. Always lonely, but so fucking good. His grand kids didn’t even visit him, but I did. Every Friday. Sometimes we did not even talk, just sit and watch matches.’ He swallowed loudly, like he just tried to stop himself from crying. 'Do you know that he once came to watch me play? He said he was proud of me. Then we cooked dinner together and watched a movie. I didn’t like it, but he was as excited as a child so I pretended to have fun.’ Tears finally fall on his cold cheeks. 'Fuck, I already miss him.’ Single tears became a waterfall and then Daiki was a sobbing mess, clutching to your smaller frame like puppy.

And you? You stayed collected and strong, petting his head and listening to every sound he made.  

 'I-I am s-sorry for t-this.’ You heard him mutter.

'Don’t be, it is human. You are human.’

'Do you want to…watch this movie with me?’ He asked after cleaning his face. You gave him a small smile, wiping the last tear from his cheek.

'Yes, let’s go.’

Aomine cried again that night, and you stayed. Because that’s what we do for our loved ones, we are not ashamed of crying in front of them and not scared of their tears.  

anonymous asked:

I can't help but think of many shows and anime I've watched where a main hero has to save the world. The ones that I remember the best? the ones where the hero sacrifices something to save the world. Sometimes you have sacrifice your values when your a leader, for the group. War is hard and usually you don't escape unscathed. Also when they found Gyatso's body, he was in an area filled with fire nation corpses. He fought until his death, killing the solders. Does that lessen who he was? No.

Aang definitely should have had to sacrifice something in order to defeat the Firelord. Head writer Aaron Ehasz tried to sneak some Aang development past Bryke in the Season 2 ending, where Aang had to let Katara go in order to enter the Avatar State. But then in Season 3, especially the back half where everything was winding to a close, Aang was still extremely attached to Katara to the point of assuming consent and literally not knowing illusion from reality.

These are all completely natural flaws for a twelve-year-old boy to have. The problem isn’t Aang himself so much as how his flaws and beliefs are all validated at the end of the show. And I wouldn’t have had Aang sacrifice his beliefs so much as adapt his beliefs the way others do throughout Avatar.

Why Zuko’s belief system holds up better than Aang’s:

“That’s cute. But this isn’t Air Temple preschool; it’s the real world.” 

Much has been made of Zuko deriding Air Nomad philosophy in “The Southern Raiders” with this and his “guru goody-goody” line, especially when he himself is the biggest beneficiary of Aang’s philosophy of forgiveness. And let’s be honest: Zuko was being an asshole. But … just how wrong was he about how Aang is voicing his beliefs?

This isn’t Air Temple preschool.

Let’s do a quick recap of Aang’s stated beliefs throughout the show:

Ying: How can we abandon hope? It’s all we have.
Aang: I don’t know. The monks used to say that hope is a distraction. So maybe we need to abandon it. 

Katara: Why do they have all these poor people blocked off in one part of the city?
Aang: This is why I never came here before. I always heard it was so different from the way the monks taught us to live.

Aang: As the monks used to say, sometimes the shadows of the past can be felt by the present.

Aang: The monks used to say that revenge is like a two-headed rat-viper. While you watch your enemy go down, you’re being poisoned yourself.

Aang: Avatar Yangchen, the monks always taught me that all life is sacred. Even the life of the tiniest spider-fly caught in its own web.
Yangchen: Yes, all life is sacred.
Aang: I know, I’m even a vegetarian. I’ve always tried to solve my problems by being quick or clever, and I’ve only had to use violence for necessary defense, and I’ve certainly never used it to take a life.
Yangchen: Avatar Aang, I know that you are a gentle spirit, and the monks have taught you well. But this isn’t about you, this is about the world.
Aang: But the monks taught me that I had to detach myself from the world so my spirit could be free.

As a rule, Aang states his ideals in terms of generic aphorisms that were passed down from the monks that raised him. The fact that these truisms—including the one he used in the Southern Raiders—are direct sayings means they have traveled from the monks to Aang, uncontested and unchallenged. Throughout the show, Aang never has to question or analyze those ideals between hearing them and acting upon them. Every time we hear him speak of the monks, Aang repeats their beliefs as if they are immovable facts; and throughout all the evolution the series and its characters undergo, that never—not once—changes.

Now let’s look at Zuko’s stated beliefs.

I don’t need luck, though. I’ve always had to struggle and fight, and that’s made me strong. It made me who I am.  

You’re not soldiers; you’re bullies. You’re sick cowards abusing your power, mostly over women and kids.

The people of the Earth Kingdom are proud and strong. They can endure anything, as long as they have hope.

I’ve been through a lot these past few years, and it’s been hard. But lately, I’ve realized that I needed to go through all that to learn the truth. I thought I had lost my honor, and my father could return it somehow. But now I know that no one can give you your honor. It’s something you earn for yourself, by choosing to do what’s right.

Growing up, we were taught that the Fire Nation was the greatest civilization in history, and that somehow, the war was our way of sharing our greatness with the rest of the world. What an amazing lie that was. The people of the world are terrified by the Fire Nation! They don’t see our greatness; they hate us. And we deserve it. We’ve created an era of fear in the world, and if we don’t want the world to destroy itself, we need to replace it with an era of peace and kindness.

A hundred years of fighting has left the world scarred and divided. But with the Avatar’s help, we can get it back on the right path and begin a new era of love and peace.

Zuko’s beliefs come straight from his own experience, rather than somebody else’s. Zuko too has a wise old sage who spouts quoteworthy nuggets at him, but the way he interacts with that wisdom is completely different. Zuko never successfully repeats his uncle’s advice verbatim—the two times he tries, it comes out as indecipherable nonsense. It is through acting on this uncle’s advice and making it his own that Zuko succeeds; he needs to feel what Iroh means, rather than reiterating Iroh’s words. This is a much stronger method of learning than Aang’s is; it’s the difference between critical thinking and rote memorization. That is why Zuko thinks Aang’s beliefs are still in preschool mode—because Aang is telling Katara to just agree with something that the monks said because it was the monks who said it, rather than seeing that Katara’s sense of justice might be different from his own…and that’s okay.

It should be noted that the show (or at least Bryke) take the same approach to Air Nomad beliefs that Aang does. There is this attitude in A:TLA that because all of the Air Nomads were peaceful and were wiped out, Aang needs to keep their ways and wisdom pristine. They were victims, even martyrs—so their ideals should not be touched. This is true even though the monks are only fleshed out in one episode, “The Storm,” in which they seem as flawed and human as anyone:

  1. They told Aang he was the Avatar before he turned sixteen, which Monk Gyatso acknowledges was a mistake.
  2. They refused to let him grow up as a normal boy.
  3. They tried to rush Aang’s training.
  4. They tried to take Aang away from Monk Gyatso, his father figure, mentor, and the wisest monk in the temple.

Is it a tragedy that all these men were killed? Of course. But does that make them the guardians of absolute morality? Should their wisdom be treated as infallible, when we can see that they themselves were anything but? Being the victim of genocide is a terrible thing, but it does not automatically elevate you and your culture to sainthood. Contrast this with the way every other nation’s beliefs are challenged in the show. The Water Tribe’s beliefs about the place of men and women are criticized and proven false by Katara. The Earth Kingdom’s belief in separating the social classes as a key to order is shown to be authoritarian. The Fire Nation’s belief in its own superiority and the rectitude of its conquest is destroying the world

The Air Nomads, though? The Air Nomad beliefs are given a free pass in a way no other nation’s are. Their ways are right, period, and anyone who doesn’t know that will have to be taught otherwise. This sounds good for Aang because he gets to be right so much of the time. But from a narrative perspective, this doesn’t match what the rest of the show is trying to tell us about how understanding and learning from all the four nations makes us stronger. 

Here’s my take: Aang’s Air Nomad philosophy works well in many situations, but not in all of them, and that is true of every philosophy in the Four Nations. That’s why Iroh says drawing wisdom from only one source makes your values rigid and stale. And what could be more stale and rigid than unquestioning repetition? In effect, the Zuko half of A:TLA’s narrative says you should draw wisdom from multiple sources, and the Aang half says that if you don’t stick to Air Nomad tradition, you’ll be compromising your principles. These diametrically opposed and incompatible viewpoints constantly fight each other, all the way to the end of the show, and even spill over into fandom discussions like this one.

Morality is just as much about how you interact with your beliefs as it is about the beliefs themselves. And this is why there’s a difference between who is the better person and who is the better character. Zuko’s beliefs are not superior to Aang’s in theory, but in practice, they are held to the fire, tempered, strengthened as they are proven right and cast aside when proven wrong. Thus when audience members disagree with Zuko’s values, they can at least respect how he came to believe them. Aang’s loss of the Air Nomads is enormous, but when it makes him cling to every belief they have no matter how it’s challenged by the outside world, it hurts his development. Especially since he’s the Avatar and his job is to understand the equality of the nations and their values. Aang’s narrative thread can definitely find an audience among those who already believe the same things that Aang does and don’t have to be told why. But people whose beliefs don’t match Aang’s will have a very hard time being told to just accept that those beliefs are correct without a rigorous examination of them in-show.

Is there a way for Aang to keep his core tenets the same while developing his own value system? Yes, and the key to it lies in the very scene you mentioned.

Behold the corpse of Monk Gyatso, surrounded by the bodies of Fire Nation soldiers whom he killed in self-defense. Aang was specifically shown that his mentor killed those men in the third episode of the series. Yet it never even occurs to Aang to doubt his cherished ideal. He never reconciles what he has heard from the monks with what he has seen with his own eyes. And the fact that Monk Gyatso and Avatar Yangchen—the only two Air Nomads we see break away from the strict Air Nomad code against killing—are also the monks that offer Aang the most genuine wisdom is a huge indicator that it is possible to reconcile the ideals of the monks with the reality of the world that they live in. It’s just not something that Aang was ever required to do himself. Rather, it is reality that is expected to bend and conform to Aang’s belief system so he doesn’t have to change his way of thinking.

The solution: We see a teasing glimpse of how Aang’s beliefs could have been adapted in “The Northern Air Temple.” Aang, as caretaker of his culture, is appalled when he sees the new technology defacing the legacy of his people. Yet after seeing the refugees embodying the spirit of the Air Nomads, Aang accepts them as guardians of the temple, even though they make changes he doesn’t agree with. This is one of the only examples of Aang actually adapting his beliefs to the world, rather than trying to adapt the world to the standards of his particular nation. He is not compromising his beliefs per se; he is learning to keep his beliefs in harmony with the world as it currently is. (Not surprisingly, that episode was written by Elizabeth Ehasz.) And perhaps the thing Aang needs to sacrifice is not the belief that all life is sacred, or that we should forgive our enemies, but the belief that the Air Nomad ways were as pure and untainted as the way he remembers them.

trans man hawke headcanons

HAWKE FAMILY EDITION

(originally intended to be specific to my hawke but ur welcome to reblog & tag ur own hawke/add ur own headcanons the more the merrier)

  • bethany is the first person hawke tells, when it’s just the two of them, and she helps him cut his hair. it’s an utter disaster and when she sees, leandra immediately flies into action to save the terrible haircut while malcolm watches and laughs.
  • hawke waits a while to tell the rest of his family because he’s so nervous. he knows his parents love him but what if they only love him as a girl? bethany holds his hand under the table while he tells them, and hugs him right after. it’s still scary, but she helps.
  • malcolm understands at once, but leandra has never come across this before. it takes her a long time to stop ‘mourning her daughter’ and realise she is hurting her son.
  • when carver discovers he isn’t the only hawke son, he locks himself in his room. he emerges rather sheepishly several hours later and offers some of his clothes to hawke for him to try out.
  • he asks people to call him ‘hawke’ because he knows he wants to change his name before he knows what he wants to change it to. ‘hawke’ is an easy middle ground, and it sticks.
  • there’s a gaggle of kids who give hawke a hard time when he goes into town, laughing at his short hair and his boy’s clothes. hawke grits his teeth and ignores them, but he comes home crying more than once. carver disappears one day and returns with a split lip and a grin. the kids don’t bother hawke again.
  • malcolm stumbles over pronouns at first, and hawke is too nervous to correct him. but bethany is always there to step in and gently remind their father for him, and soon malcolm is always getting it right.
  • leandra doesn’t remember so well, and finally hawke ends up crying when she forgets and misgenders him yet again. malcolm finds his son out in the barn and sits with him, tells hawke how brave he is, how proud they are of him, how much they both love him. when they come back inside, leandra cries her way through an apology and promises to do better.
  • the family has to move once because a man deliberately misgenders hawke and bethany sets his trousers on fire. their parents are angry at her for putting herself in danger, but her brothers stand up for her. leandra can’t help thinking this is the closest she’s ever seen the siblings.
  • the first time hawke hears leandra refer to him as ‘my son’ to someone, he can’t stop smiling all day.
  • helping hawke choose a new name becomes something of a family ritual while preparing for dinner, batting names around the room. bethany picks names from romance novels, carver suggests the names of his heroes, and malcolm invents outrageously long and ridiculous names that invariably involve terrible puns.
  • leandra is upset at the thought of hawke changing his name - they named him after malcolm’s mother - but eventually even she joins in, drawing on family naming traditions in her suggestions.
  • sometimes hawke worries whether it was worth putting his family through all this trouble, changing his relationship with them for ever. but then bethany calls him her brother, or leandra calls him her son, or someone refers to ‘the hawke boys’, and it just feels so right and he feels warm inside, all over again.

twelveclara  asked:

hi! i have become a huge fan of you in the past like day or so (i'm sure your activity page at this point looks like i'm stalking you) as all of your commentary is perfectly on point - i love moffat and i think he's done so much good for this show that it just drives me insane to see baseless commentary otherwise (especially when it's clear it's coming from people who don't even watch anymore). anyway you're doing the lord's work here and i thoroughly enjoy and appreciate it :)

Hi there!

Thank you so much! For the record, your blog is incredibly amazing also; I’m sure in the not-to-distant future your activity page will look just as obsessive as mine!

I love Steven Moffat so, so much too. The hilarious thing is that this wasn’t always the case. C.2013, I was definitively part of the Moffat Hate crowd! I was the first in line to reblog every “The Day of the Doctor hates New Who canon!”, and “Clara’s life revolves around The Doctor!”, and “River Song is a terrible, regressive female character!” post I could find. (Luckily my old old blog has long since been deleted!)

I think the thing to understand about Moffat Hate, (and i use that term accordingly. Legitimate critique of Moffat’s work is something I have no problem with, and something I partake in myself), is that it’s effectively a phenomenon. And one that can only ever have occured to a show like Doctor Who:

For people like myself, who sat down with their family as an eight year old kid to watch Rose as it first aired in 2005, Moffat’s takeover of the show coincided with adolescence, and therefore with our own blossoming social awareness and critical skills. By this point, Doctor Who had well and truly carved its place as a staple of British pop culture, and therefore as a staple of childhood influence. (I mean, I don’t know about in the US, but in the UK, you’d be hard pressed to find a primary school pupil across the country who wasn’t avidly discussing the cliffhanger at the end of The Stolen Earth the Monday after the episode aired! I can’t emphasise enough how utterly huge Doctor Who was as a child. It was literally all anyone talked about!) 

The RTD era of show therefore has a real place in the hearts of many, and so, as is the way with nostalgia, we link it directly to our childhoods and romanticise it. Add to that a burgeoning social media platform built on synergetic hyperbole and herd mentality, (I mean gosh look at the “your fave is problematic” discourse, and how hard everyone here collectively turned from Superwholock Stans to agressively hating all three shows in the space of a few months), an unfortunately normal dose of self-critical cringe culture, (what we engage with and enjoy as tweens is automatically horribly uncool and terrible the older we get), and Moffat’s era never really stood a chance!

It was only upon doing a complete rewatch of the show after Matt Smith’s final episode, that I finally allowed myself to view these episodes out of personal context. With retrospect. And with Russell’s era, I discovered a goofy, passionate, indulgent melodrama that’s as clumsy and nonsensical as it is engaging and moving, while with Moffat’s era, I discovered a thematically rich, witty, macabre modern fairytale that’s as sumptuous and stylish as it is full of glorious glorious soul. They were both completely different to how I’d remembered them, both a bundle of triumphs with a few falters, and yet both standing on their own feet. It was only upon rewatch that I truly discovered, and appreciated, Moffat’s high-concept, darker, more visceral, and therefore more controversial, version of the show. It had guts! it holds a punch! Without negating the beauty of triumphant storytelling to do so! And it doesn’t half carry conceptual and thematic weight! River’s diary. Amy’s glasses. Clara’s leaf. Bill’s photos. Simple objects and items that Moffat pours entire universes into. There’s something so sweeping, so rich and so compelling about the imagery filled, picture-book way Moffat writes. He’s less a screenwriter, and more a storyteller. That’s the distinction I’d make, and the distinction that, in my mind, puts him head and shoulders above Russell T. (who is a tremendously brilliant writer himself, I might add).

This totally goes without mentioning Moffat’s ever-increasing embrace of social issues. There’s no way to view River’s story as anything other than a celebration of female freedom and female agency. There’s no way to view Clara’s story as anything other than a celebration of female defiance. And there’s no way to view Amy’s story as anything other than a celebration of female courage, of female kindness. Steven Moffat champions his characters, he champions his female characters, and there’s no getting away from that. He makes them suffer, because good drama depends on that, but they have always, always stood triumphant and proud at the end of it all. That’s a track record worth cherishing, I think.

All of this stands amongst an unbowed, unbent, unbroken, pro-female doctor agenda, and a current series which has given us shameless, open, positive, political commentary on the disgraces of historical whitewashing, on racism, on slavery, on capitalism, on colonialism, on indoctrination, on militarisation, on media bias, on fake news, on heteronormativity, on sexism and on the gender binary system. Oh, and the show’s first Black Lesbian Companion to boot. When it comes down to it, Steven Moffat really is pretty great!

Gosh, this turned into something really extensive and a little bit histrionic! But I’m so beyond passionate about this wonderful era of my favourite show, and, like you, I am so beyond frustrated by the constant mischaracterisations and misreadings, (in many instances, categorically and intentionally false ones, delivered by people who haven’t even watched the show since 2013), of the work and words of the man behind it all, that I think I deserve to be a tad extravegant! 

Thanks so much again! xx

Goodbye Mr Dingle

“There you go Mr Dingle.” Aaron said softly as he placed the cup of tea down next to Roberts bedside, made to perfection just the way he liked it.

“You always did know how to treat a man didn’t you.” Robert smiled gently up at him.

Aaron walked round to the other side of the bed slowly and took a seat next to Robert taking his hand in his.

“Learnt from the best didn’t I?” They sat there for a moment in a blissful silence, like the ones they experienced on a chilled sunday morning in bed or the one on a weekday night watching the tv together, both just happy to be with each other.

“Do you remember that time Liv made us both tea and brought it up?” Robert laughed, a reminisant tone in his voice.

“We should’ve checked the date.” Aaron chuckled in response, “Classic salt in the brew, thought she’d have better april fools than those.”

They both laughed for a minute thinking back over the memory before once again falling into the blissful peace.

“Is she okay? You know, considering…” Robert began to ask.

“She’s fine, she’s sending her love, well,” Aaron paused to rethink his sentence, “not in those words so to say.”

“We didn’t do bad with her did we.” Robert smiled looking up into aaron’s eyes, “Don’t know what he’d have though of it mind, Dad? Me and my husband raising his strayed teenage sister.”

“Listen don’t worry about that now, he’d have been proud of the life you built for yourself, I’m sure of it.” Aaron said reassuringly looking into roberts eyes which now had lost the bright light they used to hold.

“Guess I’ll be able to ask him soon.” Robert attempted to laugh softly.

“Don’t.” Aaron said holding back a tear. “you don’t need to -”

“ - Hey, it’s alright, I’m ready.” Robert whispered grabbing his hand once again.

“I’m not.” Aaron let out a small sob. “I don’t want you to go, I can’t do this without you.”

“Listen, I know it’s sad and trust me I don’t want to leave you, I never have done, but look at what we’ve had, all these years, marriage, kids, grandchildren…” He smiled looking towards the picture they had in their room of their daughter with her son. “Don’t be sad because it’s ending, celebrate it because it happened.”

“How am I meant to go on without you though?” Aaron cried as he saw the tears in Roberts eye start to form.

“Aaron, you are strong enough to do this, anyway in always gonna be here, with you, with Vic, with Liv, the kids, I’m never gonna be far away, just maybe don’t forget me too quickly.”
He laughed softly once again trying to lift the mood.

“Never could.” Aaron whispered.

“Anyway never mind all this,” Robert said sitting up in bed, coughing as he did so, “It’s my birthday where’s my cake?” at hearing this Aaron nodded realising now wasn’t the time for sadness and went downstairs to fetch the cupcake their grandchild had made for Robert.

“82 eh? Who’d have thought I’d have made it this far.” Robert smiled as he took a deep breath and blew out the candle, “One last time eh.”

“You know -”

“ - I know, always have.”

Aaron just looked at the man he loved, the man he’d loved for years and lay down beside him.

“I love you so much.” Aaron whispered leaning in and placing a soft yet loving kiss onto Roberts lips.

“I love you too.” Robert replied, with that Aaron lay back with his head on Roberts chest. Without knowing he must have drifted of, a typical habit of his, because when he woke up it was nighttime.

“Oh god is that the time? Robert wake up.”

But he didn’t.

He lay there in peace, a content look spread on his face - he was gone. Aaron noticed the calm look on Roberts face as he felt the tears run down his cheek, after a moment he leant down and pressed one final soft cheek to his lips.

“Goodbye Mr Dingle.”

anonymous asked:

But how do u kno yousef knew sana liked him? Cos most of the time when ur crushing on someone u don't believe they like u back. So I don't think yousef has to apologise for kissing noora. He might have been hurt or felt like he needed to be close to someone because he didn't/ doesn't believe sana likes him. I don't kno if u have been to a party before, but I have and I've gotten with people before and it didn't mean anything to me. It's just what u do when u are that age (I'm the same age) .

HI Anon! How are you today? :) 

It’s pretty fucking cute how men always have a right to hook up/pursue other people while crushing on someone, isn’t it?!

Like of course, Yousef should 100% have the right to not realize that Sana has a crush on him, while she’s always making goo-goo eyes at him and somehow only smiles when he is around. Like that could be the narrative perspective. 

Perhaps, Sana is as shy as I am; so even when she thinks, giving warm smiles and treating people with respect would give people a clue that she likes them and enjoys their company, she’s actually glaring and avoiding their gaze and generally being an awkward mess that gives off a standoffish and proud view to others. 

Now that we are on this, why don’t you make the “But maybe he doesn’t actually like her” excuse too?! Because, I personally thought that was a thing just like…three weeks ago? 

But then I thought about how the messages are not a narrated-perspective and are just words. Words and emoji’s with clear written down meanings. So saying “anything for you” and sending “hearts” and “heart eyes” mean exactly what they mean. 

And if he doesn’t like her, why does he keep pursuing her?! like it’s funny how every man on this planet is always having all these delusions of thinking a girl they like actually likes them back while the girl is not interested, but when it comes to Yousef, “How the FUCK is he supposed to know she likes him back?!” 

Gee, I don’t know?! his superiority complex?! 

So when it comes to the Muslim girl, the signs are just not clear enough to read!

And I don’t know if you are a Muslim or not or if you are familiar with Islamic culture and family values but remind me, what do you think Yousef was trying to achieve by pursuing Sana? HMM???? 

You think he wanted to “hook up” ?! You think he wanted to find a woman who he could play basketball with?! Does he want a baby-making machine to make him his dozen players?! 

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK HE WAS AFTER?!

Now we know Yousef is was (yeah right!) a Muslim at some point in his life so he should have at least have a basic knowledge of how Muslim relationships work but in case you don’t know, let me spell it out for you:

ONLY.UNDER.THE.BONDS.OF.MARRIAGE!

That means Sana will only, I repeat, ONLY, go for someone she would consider a “steady” match.Because Muslim girls don’t go fooling around, Muslim girls won’t show you the light of day when you are just dating. Specially the ones who care enough to wear hijab and pray and attend mosque. (as in it’s safe to assume they’ll wait till marriage too)

And since balloon squad seems to bloody live in the Bakkoush residency, I’ll bet my hat, Yousef knows just what kinds of values they hold precious. So I bet when he started following Sana around like a lost puppy, ditching his friend to teach her how to peel a carrot and making a meme to cheer her on her russbuss dreams, he knew that Sana would only consider him if his intent-ultimately- was marriage. 

Now the Facebook unfriending and the general cold shoulder is enough to make him assume she’s not into him.

But then they had that deep conversation? Did that mean like…nothing to him? Because I don’t know how you read that scene but knowing how Muslim kids fall in love, knowing how Muslim romance is portrayed in far far away countries with Muslim majorities and actual TV representations, that scene was a very authentic A+ romance. Classic! It was a fucking cliche! (a very nice one to be fair…but) And don’t doubt for a second that right before they are interrupted by Mamma Bakkoush, they were thinking about how much they wished they could kiss. That was their “end of the neon pregame” scene. You know? The one that gets interrupted by Noora? The one that we all screamed internally over? that one! 

So yeah, I would say he fucking knew she was into him. 

But for the sake of vomiting every point I wanna make about Yousana here, I’m gonna assume he read that as her not liking him.

So that’s it?! Four episodes in and he just…realizes she doesn’t like him and buggers off? Perhaps…

But does he?! No! It’s week seven and he is still teasing Sana. He is INITIATING CONTACT. Personally I feel like the basketball mate theory seems very plausible! Maybe he wants to say “yeah maybe you don’t like me, but we can still play basketball,right?!”

hmm…maybe?!

Or maybe fucking not!

Because there he is, at a party he was invited to by Sana-through her brother- and he is there, finding her, smiling at her, wait for it…wait for it….PURSUING HER but somehow he ends up kissing Sana’s best friend. Because Sana doesn’t like him. 

…But he likes her? 

Did she mean so little to him, did her love and respect mean so little to him, that he can just take breaks from being into her to make out with random girls?

Sure, why not.

He doesn’t owe her anything. He never got a sign that she was interested. He is free to be with whoever he wants, however he wants. Absolutely. 100%. 

But maybe have the fucking grace to stop going after her, fucking with her head afterwards? 

No? Should he be back to pursuing? yeah? you cool with that? Friday hook ups stay Friday hook ups? 

Now, I don’t know how it works for you but I don’t like how Muslim boys(are we gonna do the “but he isn’t Muslim” thing here,too?!Are we?!) get away with hooking up and Muslim girls don’t. 

I know that you’ll say “but it’s a choice”, but the thing is, our choices are affected by our upbringings. Muslims teach their children that relationships out of the bonds of marriage are not good. I’m not gonna go into the detail of why. search that if you want. but they do. And then their children choose to either follow that rule or not. 

Now the thing is, while this happens in practice, everyone is so chill when the guys do it. But the thought of a Muslim girl hooking up is so alien and taboo, that 80% of the viewers just assumed that Sana’s season would be without a romance because, how tf will they have a romance?!

I think Julie worked the romance into the season so beautifully. it was nice to acknowledge that Muslim girls fall in love too, they have sexual identities too. And I’m sure she’ll continue to execute that with attention and beauty. 

This isn’t about how Skam is treating the romance. This is about everyone, getting up my throat for being mad at Yousef for kissing Noora. Because somehow taking a break from his crush on Sana to have some Friday night fun is okay. Because Sana watching him while her heart shatters -even more than it already was- is okay. Because, she can’t expect him to be faithful or committed to his crush, even though that crush means such a big thing in Sana’s narration.Because it’s just a crush, right?

So I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m so so so sorry for imposing my sexist and barbaric views on Yousef and Sana.You’re right. He doesn’t own her shit. HE can kiss whoever the fuck he wants. Sana needs to chill. I’m sorry, I forgot chivalry died because it was a sexist concept. 

Have nice day, anon! drop by anytime!!!

Originally posted by cheekyeven

John Mulaney Sentence Starters
  • "The more you do stuff, the better you get at dealing with how you still fail at it a lot of the time."
  • "All my money is in a savings account. My dad has explained the stock market to me maybe 75 times. I still don't understand it."
  • "It is 100% easier not to do things than to do them, and so much fun not to do them - especially when you were supposed to do them."
  • "In terms of instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin."
  • "I was always the squarest person in the cool room, and alternatively, sometimes the weirder person at the mainstream table."
  • "I have a lot of stories about being a kid because it was the last time I was interesting."
  • "Why do people shush animals? They've never spoken."
  • "A lot of times you're anxious and people say, "Relax. Shut up." And that just feels like, Well, I guess I'm also crazy."
  • "I'm an idiot, but I've shoveled through life rather nicely so far."
  • "I kind of thought, wouldn't it be funny to take a swing at being on the weird side of mainstream?"
  • "I like when things are crazy. Something good comes out of exhaustion."
  • "There's just something really, really funny about someone tearing into me."
  • "Being president looks like the worst job in the world."
  • "Thirteen year olds are the meanest people in the world."
  • "I always though quick sand was gonna be a much bigger problem than it turned out to be."
  • "'Do you want a salad or fries?' that's like asking 'Do you want to go for a jog or freebase cocaine?'"
  • “You have the moral backbone of a chocolate éclair.”
  • “Anyone who’s seen my dick and met my parents needs to die; I can’t have them roaming around. They know too much.”
  • "I was once on the telephone with blockbuster video- Which is a very old fashioned sentence."
  • "I cannot express to you the humiliation of, every Saturday morning, putting on a pair of breakaway pants and never having a reason to break them away -- then they're just pants."
  • "My body is bad at sports: that's the problem."
  • "It was so beautiful today that I only watched four hours of "Law & Order" in my apartment."
  • "I don't look older, I just look worse."
  • "So, I would just have a couple of drinks, and my brain would be like, 'OK, I see where this is headed. We're just going to power down now and get restarted sometime tomorrow morning'."
  • "Here's how easy it was to get away with bank robbery back in the '30s -- as long as you weren't still there when the police arrived, you had a 99% chance of getting away with it."
  • "'Ocean's 11' with women wouldn't work 'cause two would keep breaking off to talk sh*t about the other nine."
  • “Sometimes I’ll be talking to someone, and I’ll be like ‘Yeah, I’ve been really lonely lately’ and they’ll be like ‘Well we should hang out!’ and I’m like ‘No, that’s not what I meant. That’s not what I meant at all.”
  • "We'd all go play jacks by the soda fountain."
  • "No one knows what you're talking about you idiot."
  • "Blackout drinking is when your brain goes to sleep but your body gets all 'Eye of the Tiger' and soldiers on.'
  • "Am I proud of it? No. Just like I'm not proud of the fact that I saw the movie The Notebook in theaters. But it happened!"
  • "You don't know me. I have secrets. Why yesterday I wore my footie pajamas under my clothes and pretended I was a fucking fireman."
  • “Excuse me: I am homeless. I am gay. I have AIDS. I'm new in town.”
  • "Because we're Delta Airlines and life is a fucking nightmare!"
  • "I could never be goth, don't get me wrong, I'm unhappy, it's not that."
  • "To me Person of Interest is almost too flattering. Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go 'A man has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest' I'd be like 'Moi? Oh do go on. Fresh.' "
  • "Ma'am can you turn off your bluetooth? This is a baptism."
  • "It was really easy to get away with murder before they knew about DNA."
  • "Do you want a plate of fries? If I get fries for the table would you take some? I know you'll eat fries if I get fries!"
  • "I watch so much Law and Order that sometimes I think I'm on an episode of Law and Order."
  • "You asked if I brushed my teeth but I never specified that I did so tonight. If the court reporter reads back my remarks you will see I did not purger myself."
  • "Traveling can get kinda lonely sometimes, actually no that's not the right word, Life. Life can get kinda lonely sometimes."
  • "Scientists have long since wondered if you can make grown men and women cry by playing Tom Jones' It's Not Unusual. And the answer is yes."
  • "Like my god man people are dead! But no you keep stacking those boxes."
  • "You seen this shit? You seen this Home Alone 2: Lost in New York shit?"
  • "As they say in Jerry Maguire, 'You had me at AIDS.'”
  • “Papa, today I met a boy with no eyes.”
  • "Adult life is already so goddamn weird."

So basically this heartbreaking meta smashed into my Klance shipper heart along with all of the anxiety about what’s going to happen to Shiro and all the angsty Galra!Keith theories and suddenly fic happened. There is a lot more of this that I will be posting but it got waaaaay out of hand from the one-shot it was supposed to be, so have the first chapter for now. ( @strixmoonwing I used your Blue Lion theory for a fic, I hope you don’t mind)

Warnings: violence, gore, Major Character Death, and a whole lotta angst

Chapters 5/5

Part 1: Lance | Part 2: Shiro | Part 3: Keith | Part 4: Hunk | Epilogue: Pidge

EDIT: This fic is now also posted on AO3! Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8249171/chapters/18903362

What We Lose Along the Way

It takes a decade to tear out the heart of the Galra Empire. With Zarkon defeated, the universe is safe and peaceful once again, and Pidge is free to return home. But those ten years have not passed without change and sacrifice. What happened to the five young Paladins that left Earth so long ago?

Part 1: Lance

           When the planet came into sight, Pidge burst into tears.

           The patterns of green and blue were achingly familiar. Clouds swirled across the surface in what Pidge thought was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. The moon hung in space beside it, silver and placid. City lights twinkled in the dark.

           She hadn’t set foot on Earth in over ten years.

           She heard footsteps behind her and scrubbed rapidly at her leaky eyes. She was a grown woman, the sometime Green Paladin of Voltron, Defender of the Universe, Vanquisher of Rido, the Savior of Keinsh, the Hand that Slew the Galra, and she didn’t cry. Even if it was just in front of her brother.

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Riarkle First Date One Shot (as quick as I could so it's not great)
  • : Knock on the door, Cory answers, Farkle is standing there:
  • Farkle: Hi, Mr Matthews...
  • Cory(surprised): Farkle, hi, come in…don’t you usually use my daughters window as your method of coming and going?
  • Farkle: Well yea, sir, usually I do, but I thought tonight I should use the door…
  • Cory: Tonight? Why tonight?
  • : Maya enters from stairs:
  • Maya(smirking): Cause he’s taking Riley out on a date, Matthews, duh.
  • Cory(staring confusingly at Farkle): ...Wha???
  • : Farkle raises his finger and opens his mouth to anwser, but nervously no words come out:
  • Maya(knowingly): Oh, I’m sorry, had you not heard?!?!
  • : Riley appears on stairs, her and Farkle lock eyes, they start running in slow motion towards each other:
  • Maya: Wow, you two nerds are made for each other.
  • Cory(Stopping them with his hands): Wait wait wait wait wait! America- I mean Riley- you were with Japan- I mean- but now - Canada? You-bowling? Huh?!
  • Riley(smiling): Yea Dad, Canada…taken for granted-
  • Farkle(smiling back): -But always there for you.
  • : Pause, Riley and Farkle just staring at each other smiling goofily, Cory looks horrified, pointing back and forth at them:
  • Maya(starts pushing Riley and Farkle out the door, scoots past a frozen Cory): OKAY, well run along now, have her home by 10 young man, you crazy kids have fun...
  • : Looking back at Cory:
  • ...Don’t worry, it'll be fine.
  • : Maya shuts door behind her:
  • Cory: Will they be fine? Is this a good thing or do I need to be terrified cause I gotta tell ya, I'm feelin a little terrified right now.
  • Topanga(patting him): Aw, honey, don't worry...I think it might be a great thing.
  • —————————————————————————————————————————
  • : Riley and Farkle walking down the street, Farkle has her arm and is almost dragging her he's walking so fast:
  • Riley(laughing): Farkle, slow down! Where are you taking me!? Where are we going?
  • Farkle: It’s a surprise! And no where, cause were here!
  • Riley(looking up): Cafe….Hey. You brought me to Cafe Hey?
  • Farkle: OK Zay told me it was lame, but our grandparents met here and I thought it would kind of a cool idea to-
  • Riley: -I love it.
  • Farkle(proud of himself): I thought you might say that. And it's a good thing you did-
  • Riley: Why?
  • Farkle: Cause it’s open mic night for poetry and I signed you up!
  • Riley: -say what now?
  • Farkle(dragging her in): You can do that poem you wrote based on Our Town for English class-
  • Riley: Farkle, I don’t have it memorized I can’t just-
  • Farkle: -Of course not, I know that! ...But are you gonna tell me you DON'T have it written down in the notebook you're carrying inside your purse?
  • : Riley is frozen, giving him the death stare:
  • Farkle: You'll do great! You were Juliet in the school play!
  • Riley: Farkle, that was pretending to be someone else. This is…me, being me in front of a bunch of strangers. I can’t do that!
  • Farkle: Riley you can’t be anything BUT you. And that poem is beautiful… Come on, what would great grandma Rosie do?
  • : Waitress comes up to get there order:
  • Farkle: Two mango smoothies, extra thick with spoons please.
  • (turning his attention back to Riley nonchalantly)
  • …So?
  • Riley(smiling admiringly from the order he made): She would probably thank you for making her go up there.
  • Announcer: Thank you, Cool Cat Joe, who once again has lived up to his name by reading us yet another piece on the riveting aspects of what it's like being a cat owner! Alrightttt, so next up we have...Riley Matthews, with her poem "Horizon"! Let’s show her some love, my people!
  • : Audience snapping, Riley suddenly looking terrified:
  • : Riley walks up to stage, trips a little up the stairs, gets blinded by lights, and blocks them with her arms. Lights dim so she can see. She looks out, terrified/horrified look on her face, but seeing Farkle smiling at her. She begins:
  • Riley:
  • It all seems to stop
  • Right at once.
  • I breathe in, deep-
  • As the whole world
  • slowly turns to gold
  • And sometimes it seems like
  • We are nothing but tiny specks
  • In our towns,
  • Our cities,
  • Our Universe,
  • Our lives.
  • But I stand up,
  • I stand strong,
  • Dressed in glitter and rainbows
  • Determined to find hope
  • Or some silver
  • In even the tiniest of linings.
  • And that’s how I know
  • There is no end
  • To my Horizon.
  • …Thank you.
  • : Pause of silence, crowd bursts with applause, standing ovation:
  • : Riley has tears in her eyes, looking out at crowd:
  • ;Runs down to hug Farkle;
  • Riley: THAT...WAS AMAZING! THANK YOU! This is the greatest date ever!
  • Farkle: Don’t say that yet. This is a two parter! You ready for what comes next?
  • Riley(pensive): Yea….I think I am.
  • ——————————————————————
  • : Riley and Farkle on a rooftop stars are shining extremely bright and clear:
  • Riley: Wow, Farkle this is…beautiful
  • Farkle(pridefully): I know, right?
  • Riley: It’s like we’re-
  • Farkle: -Tiny specks in the Universe?
  • Riley(laughing): Exactly.
  • Farkle: So this whole being on a date thing…do you think it's weird?
  • Riley(poking fun): Weird? Why, because it’s with you, Farkley, orange turtleneck wearing boy genius, who I’ve known since he was practically in diapers?
  • Farkle(embarrassed but laughing): Hey, I don't wear those things anymore! But-yea, cause of that.
  • Riley(Ponders, then says): ...No. Actually, it kinda feels like we should have been doing this the whole time. Is THAT weird?
  • Farkle(looking down): It's not even a little bit weird.
  • : Long pause, Farkle looks back up at the sky:
  • Farkle: …So did you hear they’re thinking of making pluto a planet again?
  • Riley: Yea, how ‘bout that.
  • Farkle: They said by 2018 it might be officially reinstated as part of our solar system
  • Riley(beat): Do you know everything, genius?
  • Farkle(shrugging): Not everything thing, just most things...and I dunno, I guess maybe I check up on stuff that's important to you sometimes...just to sure good things happen cause I know it'll make you happy-
  • Riley: -Farkle?
  • Farkle: Yea?
  • Riley: I really like you.
  • : Farkle smiles, they both look back up at the sky. Farkle grabs her hand, starts to hold it, Riley looks surprised:
  • Farkle: Is...this OK?
  • Riley: It's perfect.
Baby Starters
  • "She/he spit up on my best shirt!"
  • "It's your turn. I rocked him/her earlier."
  • "We need to baby proof the house."
  • "Did you hear that? That was a cough"
  • "Do we need to go to the hospital?"
  • "Sweetheart, it's just a little cold. Nothing to worry about."
  • "Momma's little baby, yes you are."
  • "Daddy's little baby, yes you are."
  • "Don't baby talk her/him. It's bad for development."
  • "Did you read Dr. Spock?"
  • "I'm a horrible mother."
  • "I'm a horrible father."
  • "She/he won't stop crying!"
  • "I need to feed the baby."
  • "Are you going to breast feed?"
  • "How old is she/he?"
  • "I could just eat those little feet."
  • "Can you say Mommy?"
  • "Can you say Daddy?"
  • "We're finally a family."
  • "We're going to be parents again."
  • "We're going to be parents."
  • "We need more batteries for the baby monitor."
  • "Can you pick up some butt cream?"
  • "We need more diapers."
  • "How is it that we run out of wipes before diapers?!"
  • "Use the no tear shampoo."
  • "Watch the soft spot."
  • "Babies smell so sweet."
  • "I want another one."
  • "I think we make good parents."
  • "How is it that you can make the baby hush and I can't?"
  • "Should we baptize her/him?"
  • "You're going to spoil the kid."
  • "My child deserves the best in the world and I'm going to give it to them."
  • "Does the babysitter know what she's doing?"
  • "I have to take the baby to get shots tomorrow."
  • "The cord finally broke off. Our baby is the proud owner of an innie belly button."
  • "Was that a word?"
  • "Finally she/he rolls over."
  • "God damned terrible twos."
  • "Remember when we couldn't wait for her/him to talk?"
  • "She/he's getting a tooth."
  • "Make sure you warm the bottle up before you give it to the baby."
  • "My parents want to take the baby for the weekend so we can have time together."
  • "I am one of those parents that take pictures of everything my child does."
  • "Is it a boy or a girl?"
  • "Does it have all ten fingers and toes?"
  • "Welcome to the world, little one."
The Last of Us starter sentences

“It’s the _____. Somethin’ ain’t right with ‘em, I… I think they’re sick.”

“Y… You shot him….”

“It’s called luck, and it is gonna run out.”

“Stop with the bullshit. What are you so afraid of?“

“Don’t do this to me, baby. Don’t do this to me, baby girl. Come on…please…”

“Really? Guess what; we’re shitty people _____! It’s been that way for a long time…”

“I shot the hell out of that guy, huh?“

“It’s a shame you wouldn’t come around. But it’s too late now.”

“S/he’s a lot tougher than you think.”

“What do you know about us? About me?”

“I’m not… I’m not going anywhere. This is my last stop.“

“You know, as bad as those things are, at least they’re predictable. It’s the normal people that scare me.”

“Kid….I don’t mean to upset you, but your friend’s chances of survival weren’t too high to begin with.”

“Drugs. I sell hardcore drugs.“

“No, don’t— Don’t touch me…“

“No matter what, you keep finding something to fight for.“

“I believe her/his last words to me were, "I don’t ever want to see your goddamned face again."“

"You know, I love how you think that you’re better than this. Better than us. But you’re not.”

“Well, I guess we’re both disappointed with each other then.“

“You give up now and I promise to be quick. Promise.”

“Nobody gets gutted. It’s a dumb teen movie.”

“IT IS OVER, ______! We tried…let’s just go home…”

“There are a million ways we should’ve died today. And a million ways we could die before tomorrow. But we fight for every second we get to spend with each other. Whether it’s two minutes or two days…we don’t give that up. I don’t want to give that up.”

“Sarcasm… making progress.“

“NO! NO, DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!”

“I’m scared of ending up alone.”

“You are treading on some mighty thin ice here.”

“Admit that you wanted to get rid of me the whole time…!”

“By the looks of it, you could lose some of that food.“

“What?! You want us to just leave you here??”

“You lay your hands on me again and it won’t end well for you.”

“You listen to me, you little shit…”

“It’s just… I’ve never seen anything like this, that’s all.”

“I haven’t seen you… in I don’t even know how long.”

“I…. can’t imagine losing someone you love like that. Losing everything that you know. I’m sorry, ______.”

“Look … you can still do the right thing here.”

“Do you even realize what your life means? Huh? Running off like that, putting yourself at risk — it’s pretty goddamn stupid.“

“I AM THE BRICK MASTER!”

“I’m trying to make you proud.”

“You think you know me? Well let me tell you something: you have no idea what I’m capable of.”

“Everyone I’ve ever cared about has either died or left me. Everyone…fucking except for you! So don’t tell me I’d be safer with someone else, because the truth is I would just be more scared.”

“After all we’ve been through….everything that I’ve done….It can’t be for nothing.”

“You see? Everything happens for a reason.”

“Look! Its me, Its me, Its me! Look look! Its me..!”

“You know…it’s okay to give up. Ain’t no shame in it.”

“Really? Just gonna leave me hanging? All right. I see how it is…..It’s just a high-five. It takes like, 5 seconds.“

"Fight me one on one, you chickenshit!”

“It can’t be any worse out there, can it?”

“I walked in to my sister’s room and slipped on her bra. It was a booby trap.”

“You know, we can all be poetic and just lose our minds together.”

“Hey, fuck you, man. I didn’t ask for this.”

“How is it that you’re never scared?”

“You know what? No. How about “Hey, _____. I know it wasn’t easy, but it was either him or me, thanks for saving my ass.” You got anything like that for me, _____?”

“Don’t you have a plan B?“

“We don’t have to do this. You know that, right?“

“You’re right… You’re not my daughter… and I sure as hell ain’t your dad.”

“Hearing them talk, it’s good to know they’re scared of you.”

“Swear to me. Swear to me that everything that you said about _____ is true.“

“Goodnight, baby girl.”

anonymous asked:

I had an idea for a Hiro x reader if you don't want to use it that's fine :) you don't have to, where the reader has a minor learning disability and feels self conscious and stupid about and somehow she gets Hiro as a tutor for algebra (or whatever kind of math subject lol) he realizes how hard learning can be for her depending on how the question or problem is worded. And he finds a way to make her feel better about herself. If you don't like the idea that's fine :) thank you for reading!

Alright, here goes!  Honestly, I’m not an expert on this subject, so if I say anything wrong, I apologize in advance!

You groan aloud and shove your homework back away from you.  Pulling your ear buds out of your ears with one hand, you rub your straining eyes with your other hand.  The Lucky Cat Café wasn’t really an ideal place for you to be working on homework, because of the distracting nature of the popular place, but you really didn’t want to have to deal with your mother hovering over your shoulder the entire time you tried to work on homework.  She was only trying to be helpful, and you knew that, but if anything, she only made things worse for you.  Her mother hen behavior toward you never let you forget about your slight disability. It always made you feel self conscious whenever she would ask you if she could read the words to you so you wouldn’t have to.  When she did that and your dyslexia came to the forefront of your mind, the words on the page would only jumble up even more.

 You lift your eyes up to look at the handwritten menu hanging up on the chalk board behind the counter to the café.  You’ve read it millions of times, so you know what it already says, but you have to stare at it for a moment to train your eyes to recognize the words you know are supposed to be there.  It takes several seconds, but soon the jumbled mess morphs into something understandable.  It’s a trick you developed over the years to help cope with your frustrations.

 “Would you like some help?”

 You gaze leaves the menu board to look up at the person that you didn’t realize had approached your table.  You’re shocked by who you see and slightly frown.  Hiro Hamada was well known to patrons of the café, because the owner, Cass, always liked to talk about him and his achievements.  She was incredibly proud of him and couldn’t refrain from letting everyone else know about it.  You’ve seen him around a lot, always hanging out with his older college friends and sporting his SFIT sweatshirt.

 Naturally, you were quite jealous of him.  You were the same age, and yet he was already excelling in his college education, while you were actually held back a year, once because you couldn’t pass the stupid reading test.

 You raise an eyebrow at him, “What makes you think that I need help?” you ask in a rather hostile tone.

 His eyes widen slightly, taken aback by your hostility.  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make any assumptions. It’s just, you looked kind of stressed, and I’m a tutor at my school, so I thought I would just offer…” his voice kind of dies off.

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Erin Schick - Honest Speech

I want to say something about this and you can totally ignore it if you want.

I have always stutter, since I can remember. I think maybe I was 4 and going to kindergarten and I remember being different cause everybody could talk ‘normally’ and I couldn’t. But it was kindergarten you know, nobody made fun of it. We were all kids. In our eyes we were all the same.

Now I grew up, and I went to middle school right, there it started. The bullying. I remember constantly being bullied because I couldn’t get a word out with stuttering on the first letter. I couldn’t read, it took me like 2 minutes to read a sentence. Yes it was that bad. I used to came home crying every single day. Wondering why me. So my parents decided to take me to a speech therapist. I spent half of my life, instead of doing fun stuff like doing sport and playing with the kids in my neighborhood, going to speech therapy. And it helped. For about 2 years. Mind you, in those 2 years, even though I didn’t stutter like I did before, I was still getting bullied. Still for my stuttering even though you could barely hear it. Cause I learned how to hide it. That’s what they teach you in speech therapy. It doesn’t really go away, you just learn how to hide it. How to minimize it. But I got used to it you know. I got used to the bullying and I could take it now. I didn’t come home crying everyday anymore. And my parents notice that, so they decided that it’s time to take me out of speech therapy. I was happy you know, more time to do fun stuff. But that bullying, even by my teachers sometimes, cause they wouldn’t listen when I talked, it filled me with so much fear.

And when I went to High School, guess what, I started getting anxiety. And I think this made the stuttering return. Just in a different way then before. Now I stutter different, on different letters, in a different way. And I always thought, yay high school maybe there they wouldn’t laugh. Oh how wrong I was. When I got to high school I had about 10 presentations per year. Imagine that. 10 presentation. 10 times in 9 months, people constantly laughing at you. It sucks. And I’ve gotten used to it by then but that doesn’t mean it still didn’t hurt. It still does. You know what it feels like to get insufficient, a bad grade every time you have a presentation? Because people don’t take into consideration that I stutter, because my stutter is different. It’s not the same anymore. So people see it as not stuttering. And you know what also sucks? When you’re talking and people don’t listen, or they stop listening halfway cause you’re 'taking to long’. But oh well.

Idk why I said all this. What I wanted to get to is that never in my life, have I seen my stutter as a good thing. For me it was always a weakness, a bad thing, a thing that got me bullied my whole life. And nobody every corrected me. Nobody ever told me that it is okay to stutter. That this is who you are. It doesn’t need to get in the way of anything. And because of that I am the person I am today. A person who is scared to talk. Scared to speak up. Scared to ask something in class. Scared to introduce myself cause I stutter when I say my name. I can’t even order a meal at McDonalds, or talk on the phone. I am a person who, honestly, hates talking. And it’s because I’m still scared. I’m still ashamed. 17 years of shame and hiding it can do that to a person. 

What I wanted to say is that please don’t be like me. Listen to what this girl has to say. You stuttering is not a bad thing, at all. It makes you, YOU. It’s your own language. It doesn’t need to get in the way of doing what you want. Speak up. Talk. Don’t be ashamed of it. Ever. Cause you don’t have to. Be proud of it. Stutter whenever you have to, whenever you need to. Stutter and slay them. Reach your goal while stuttering. WIN while stuttering. Show them that YES I STUTTER AND SO WHAT?

Confession time (otherwise known as I am feeling overly emotional about this gif at 3 in the morning).

Many years ago, I fell in love with my best friend.

This made it difficult for me to be around her.  When we’d hang out and watch TV or study together on her tiny twin bed, I felt like every word I said and every move I made would give my feelings away. She, being the perceptive fool that she was, knew.  She knew.  No matter how hard I tried not to, I wore my emotions on my sleeves, my pant legs … pretty much on every article of clothing I had on, and she read me like the worn out pages of her favorite paperback.

One night, my feelings were coiled so tightly inside of me that I just couldn’t take it anymore.  There was panic.  There was some mildly contained flailing. There was a blubbered reason for why I had to leave.

What’s going on with you?

I got up and jammed my feet into my sneakers.

Why won’t you just tell me what’s been bothering you for the last couple of days?

I dismissed it.  Whatever.  Don’t worry about it.

There was a pause, then:

I already know, you know.

That got my attention.  Her tone was gentle, but it had a hint of playful smugness, a feeling of confident certainty that I knew she was going to totally, and completely, use against me.  

And I think you’d feel better if you just told me.

I looked at her helplessly.  

No?  Do you want me to tell you why you’ve been acting so strange?  Cause I’ll do it.  I know how you feel about me.  I’ll say it if you don’t.  I know that you’re in lo-

I lunged across the bed and clamped my hand on her mouth.  The thought of her releasing my truth into the world made me feel so small, so naked.  I was terrified.

I pleaded with her not to say it, that it was okay that she knew but just, please, don’t say it.  Saying it would give it life, would turn it into this blazing sun that could illuminate everything but could also burn anything in its path.

Please.  Don’t.

You know how when you dream, you transition in and out of places, but you don’t know exactly how it happens?  Like, I don’t remember removing my hand from her mouth, or how I ended up back on the bed, or where the handcuffs came from, but the next thing I remember is we were lying on that tiny twin bed, side by side, face to face, my left hand cuffed to her right.

You’re not leaving until you say it.  She jangled the handcuffs for emphasis.

I didn’t know what her endgame was.  Did she want me to say it out loud and get it out of my system so that we could move past it?  Or did she want me to spit it out so we could move forward and collide somewhere in the middle?  

I hadn’t quite recovered from the first time my stomach bottomed out when she told me that she knew, so I was completely unprepared for it to happen again as I felt her hand gather mine, and pull it close.

I felt so exposed then, so raw.  That simple touch caused my emotions to bubble up inside of me.  On the verge of tears, I told her that I was in love with her. I told her I was so sorry, that things were going to be weird now, and that’s not what I wanted.  Her grasp anchored me in that moment, through fear, then guilt, and finally relief as the weight of my burden lessened with every confession that fell from my lips.  She listened as I babbled on and on, afraid to stop talking because then it would be her turn to speak and oh god, will I be able to handle what she has to say?

A gentle squeeze from her hand caused me to concede.  

Do you know what’s the most intimate thing two people can do?

Her eyes drifted to our joined hands.

Touch.

I felt the brush of her thumb, back and forth, burning a path into back of my hand.

The sex and everything else … You need that first point of contact.  And the hands … when you touch with your hands, what it really means is that you’ve made a choice.

She offered me a small smile.  At this point I’m not entirely sure what’s going on, so I just look at her, wide eyed and frozen.

These feelings aren’t exactly one sided you know.

We stared at each other then.  Exposed.  Raw.  Seconds, minutes ticked by.  I felt the last layers doubt finally peel away.  Barely above a whisper, I asked if I could kiss her.  Even as the words tumbled out of my mouth, I was already moving forward, free hand grazing her cheek as my lips met hers.

Up until that moment, I had kissed a grand total of two people.  Steve, my first boyfriend, who had clumsy lips and bad breath, and Brian, who in his fervor managed to snake his tongue into my nose during the one, single, solitary time I decided to fool around with him.  They couldn’t hold a candle to her.

Kissing her for the first time was electrifying.  It was every fucking kissing cliche drenched in gas and set on fire with grenades and molotov cocktails thrown in for good measure.  It felt like that good kind of burn, that slow searing sensation that radiates from your chest, to your stomach, and to your toes, then back again.  I finally knew what it felt like to be kissed.

There were bumps in the road afterwards.  Jealously. Fear.  Struggles with identity.  But somehow, we always managed to find our way back to each other.

They say that the perfect relationship consists of two imperfect people who are unwilling to give up on one another.  That helps me get through the tough spots, those patches of time where we take each other for granted, and fight about the stupid things couples fight about.  It’s her touch, though, that will inevitably bring me back.  The brush of her hand.  Her arms wrapped around my waist and the soft kiss on my temple.  Fifteen years and two kids later, everything with her still begins and ends with a touch.

Royal Dog-Sitter!Minghao

Dt: @kikhwa (DID YOU THINK I FORGOT?!?)

  • Absolutely ADORES dogs
  • Cares for the dogs as if they were his children
  • Loves to cuddle them, pet them, run his hands through their fur, etc.
  • Really enjoys working for you because your family really likes dogs so you end up buying a bunch of cool breeds from different kingdoms and Minghao LOVES IT
  • Always has some dog hairs stuck to his clothes and never really takes notice of them
  • Spends a lot of time playing with the dogs in the gardens
  • Like, he runs through the giant mazes and hedges, plays catch near the orchids, cuddles with the dogs in the tall grass, sometimes has little races with the dogs, it is the best
  • Gardeners sometimes like to take a break and just watch Minghao bond with the dogs and they all melt because it is just So AdOraBLE
  • They wanted to nickname him their “sunflower” but they already gave Dino that name so they just call him their little sunshine because seeing him playing with the dogs just brightens up their day
  • Once gave the dogs a bath in the outside fountains because he wasn’t sure where else to bathe them
  • Seungcheol didn’t want to scold him (because how could you scold an innocent little cutie like him????) so he just told Minghao to give the dogs a bath inside one of the castle bathroom
  • Woozi sometimes wonders if Dino took a bath in the fountain because he saw Minghao doing it with the dogs
  • Brought all the dogs into the castle (he managed to make the dogs march inside in a straight line and everyone was just like ??? how ????)
  • But when he was bathing the dogs, they all managed to escape and ran around the castle, tracking water and soap everywhere
  • The dogs somehow made their way into the kitchen and scared chef Wonwoo to death
  • Minghao had to apologize to Wonwoo for scaring him and bowed multiple times
  • And the dogs were forced to spend the day outside in the gardens (just like Dino)
  • Your family bought a new dog and you were supposed to bring it to the royal dog-sitter
  • So you walked outside with the dog obediently following at your side
  • And you see this boy playing with the dogs under the shade of a cork tree and you just stop because OH WOW THIS BOY IS CUTE
  • Notices the dog first instead of you and immediately runs over, gets on his knees, and hugs the dog while doing this really excited squeal
  • Minghao is really happy because YAY! ANOTHER DOG!!!
  • Finally notices you standing there and stands up and bows politely like “hello your highness. I am Minghao, the royal dog lover”
  • You’re going to point out that he said “dog lover” instead of “dog-sitter” but you don’t because he’s just too cute
  • He’s really polite and tries to make nice conversation with you but it’s hard because you keep stuttering over your words and turning so red so you’re like I HAVE TO GO
  • Very confused when you run away but  shrugs and continues to play with the dogs
  • You continuously go to visit Minga—DOGS I MEAN DOGS YOU GO TO VISIT THE DOGS ((lol who am I kidding? Even if the dogs are really cute you’re only going to see the cute boy who cares for the dogs)
  • You two were once sitting in the grass surrounded by all the sleeping dogs and just having a nice conversation
  • And you tell him about how you managed to ace a test that your royal tutor Woozi gave you
  • He just gets so happy and excited for you like “yeah! you did it! i’m so proud of you!” and he has this big smile and he gives you a high-five and you’re just like w ow okay u-u-u-uhmm thank you
  • Minghao is so supportive. Everything you do, everything you accomplish—whether a big accomplishment or a small one— he gets so happy and proud and gives you all these high-fives and sometimes nice warm hugs and you’re just like u-u-hhmm all I did was manage to run away from Mingyu and his miles of fabric????
  • Always reminds you to eat every meal of the day
  • Once found out you hadn’t had lunch, so he went to the kitchen and made the cooks make you something (sadly, it was Wonwoo who made the food, so it wasn’t very good) and he took it upon himself to bring it to you
  • Interrupted your daily lesson with Woozi (Jihoon wouldn’t scold Minghao because that boy is too precious to scold, honestly) and made sure you ate the food (even though it was made by Wonwoo, the cook who can’t actually cook)
  • But honestly he really seems to care about your health and the dogs’ health
  • Constantly reminds you to eat all your meals, DON’T YOU DARE THINK ABOUT SKIPPING ANY MEALS, drink water, exercise, get a lot of sleep, etc.
  • If you so much as shiver then he will give you his jacket to make sure that you’re warm. He will take your hands in his and rub them together, blowing on them, asking if your hands are warm enough yet
  • But tbh your entire body is really warm because Minghao is so naturally skinship-y and he doesn’t even seem to mind and him holding your hand is just too much to handle
  • Hangs out with your bodyguard Jun a lot since they both speak Chinese and Minghao feels more comfortable around him
  • Jun once nudged Minghao and was all like  “soo~~~I saw you holding their hand in the garden yesterday~~~” and Minghao was just so clueless and innocent like “yeah, they were cold”
  • Seriously, Jun really likes to tease Minghao about his relationship with you and is always trying to set you guys up
  • Once, Jun was walking next to you, protecting you and stuff but then he casually started a conversation like “hey, so Minghao is pretty cute, huh?” and you’re just like “whAT???!!? …I-I guess so…”
  • Jun tells Minghao that you thought he was cute and Minghao’s response was “Yes, I’m very cute. And also very cool.”
  • Minghao likes to try and teach you different dances in the ballroom
  • He’ll be really patient with you and he just wants you to be good at it
  • And Hoshi kicks you guys out because “YOU CANNOT DANCE IN THE BALLROOM! DON’T YOU HAVE WORK TO DO???” but tbh he’s just jealous that Minghao was teaching you to dance instead of him. He’s the dance instructor!!! Why didn’t you ask him to teach you some new dance moves?!?!?!
  • You were once really stressed from all the economic junk concerning your kingdom so Minghao snuck into the castle with your favorite dog and brought him into your room
  • And you were just like “Minghao?!?! What are you doing here?!? You’re going to get into trouble if Seungcheol or Jihoon catches you!” but he was just like “I don’t care. I just want you to feel better” and you almost fainted because this boy is too sweet he might give you a cavity
  • You two sit on the bed along with the dog he brought and you’re just softly petting the dog’s fur when Minghao suddenly says “he’s cute, huh? We should get one sometime in the future”
  • And you’re just like “FUTURE?!?! W-W-W-WE?!?!?”
  • Minghao just looks at you all innocently, blinking his eyes like “yeah”
  • Dog-Sitter!Minghao is oblivious to Jun’s teasing and wants to adopt dozens of puppies with you in the future. He loves dogs, but he loves you a lot more than them.

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