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4x01 Recap - Echoes (The 100)

Alright folks, it’s time. My show has returned, and I am throwing myself back on this ride with wild abandon.

I’m adopting my Discussapalooza style from here on out. Which is to say that this recap is going to be very long. If there are any sections that you’d like me to pull out and post seperately, let me know. Otherwise, you have been warned - I like to go in depth.

We ready? LET’S GO.

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Reach (12.20 tag)

THURSDAY, MAY 4th, 2017, 03:12 AM:

Heya! You’ve reached Max. If this is about business, leave a message. If it’s pleasure, though, leave a message and your number, huh, just in case?


“Hey, Max, uh. This is Sam. Are—are you okay? Shit, sorry. I know you’re not. I know you probably don’t want to hear from me or anyone right about now. I get that. Just… lemme know if you don’t want me calling. I won’t. I promise I won’t. I can’t even imagine what you’re dealing with now, but if you need to talk with someone, I’m here. I know a bit about—Jeez. It’s hard to talk about this stuff in a message. I’m pretty sure some of our stories have been circulated in the hunting community, so maybe you know some of the things that have happened. But like, I just wanted to say, demon deals sound appealing in the moment but they can be really shitty. That’s not to say I… not to say I’m sure I wouldn’t do one again if I had to. But, uh, about that! I know, since you’re in the life, you probably have a lot of things to think about right now, choices you could make, and none of them are good. And I just wanted to know that no matter what you want to do, let me know if I can help. I…I know what it’s li—I mean. Dean and I, we have… contacts. You have options, I guess. We—”


SATURDAY, MAY 6th, 2017, 6:41 PM:

Heya! You’ve reached Max. If this is about business, leave a message. If it’s pleasure, though, leave a message and your number, huh, just in case?


“Max, shit. I tried to give you a call earlier but I guess you weren’t there. Alicia answered. Said you were in the shower. I got the impression she doesn’t know anything, so I didn’t tell her, but as someone who has been brought back before, lemme tell you that it hurts worse if you have to figure it out yourself. If you need help talking to Alicia, let me know. And… Jesus, I watched Dean get dragged to Hell, and I know that maybe you didn’t make a deal or maybe you did, but we’ve learned a lot since then. We’ve broken contracts before. Maybe you have access to resources that’ll tell you how, but I don’t know….  If you need help there, we may be able to wrangle something. Just. You’ve got my number. Call me? Dean and I have been through this more times than we can count. Literally. An archangel put me in a timeloop for several months and made me—anyway. You’re not alone in this. You don’t have to be. I know it’s probably scary as hell right now, but if we can’t help, we can maybe put you in contact with someone who can. So. Uh, hope to hear from ya soon.”


TUESDAY, MAY 9th, 2017, 11:15 AM:

"Uh, hey. Sam can’t talk right now ‘cause he’s waxing. Like everything. But leave a message and—” “—Dean! What are you doing with my phone? Dean, come on!”


"Wow, uh. Really? Um. Sam, I got your messages. I guess you—I didn’t mean for you to figure out like that, but thanks for—… I’m gonna talk to Alicia real soon, but it’s hard, you know? I guess maybe you do. I don’t know. Me and Alicia, we try… uh, we try not to put much stock in the stories we hear. Look, I did what I had to do and I’m not going to apologize for it. I’ve got plenty of tricks up my sleeve and I figure I’ll be okay at least in the short term. You may have figured out from that first time we met that demons and such aren’t exactly our forte. I won’t say no to any tips you have on that. And as for Alicia… thanks for the offer, but I’ve got it. I owe it to her to tell her myself and tell her soon. She’s a great hunter. Maybe we can figure something out. I’ll get back to you. Just give me time. Please, just give me some time. And, uh, thank you.”


anonymous asked:

Hey! Thanks for your blog! Can I make a request where MC is playing stripping poker with some her friends (not only girls) and is winning, but then RFA + Saeran comes in, she is distracted and loses the bet right in front of her s.o. eyes? You don't have to write it if it doesn't sound interesting. Thanks again!

YShame on me for almost rejecting this request just because I know shit about poker, I did some basic research and it became one of my favorite requests so far, thanks for the great and creative idea, anon. It was interesting af!

I still know shit about poker, all I got is that Royal Straight Flush is the biggest deal on Texas Hold’em, but these aren’t probably very accurate, so let’s forget poker and focus on the stripping thing, ok? lololol


Common: You became great friends with them, and you invited them to this party at your place. They never confirmed they would make it, they been acting really weird around you for a couple of weeks now, so you were pretty sure they wouldn’t show up. So you relaxed and when your brother’s friend suggested playing Strip Poker, you said “why not?” along with two other girls and another guy. You had no idea how to play Poker, but you found out that you were pretty good at it, maybe you were very lucky? Doesn’t matter, fact is everybody was half naked and you still had your skirt and tank top.

But then… they came in. They realized it was stupid trying to be away from you if they liked you so much. Who knows? Maybe that was the night they would finally confess their feelings for you… it’s so embarrassing being at a party they don’t know any one, where were you?

Your eyes locked. They see you among these semi-nude people, what’s going on? And you… you feel your heart stop for a minute only to race like it never did before… oh crap!

“MC? Your turn!” your brother’s friend tries to call your attention, you are quickly took aback. “I… I… Flush!”, you say, tripping or your own words. He smirks, showing his hand “Straight Flush!”. Shit! There goes your tank top…

Another round, and you notice you went out of all of your luck, or maybe you needed to have some strategy, after all? Now you are half naked, and your s. o. is right there staring at you? Disappointment? Disapproval? Or… are they enjoying this?


  • He was rooting for you, he suffered as much as you did when you showed your hand, and somebody had a Four of a Kind, making you lose your bra.
  • From his point of view, there was a girl blocking the view, so he couldn’t see your chest… unfortunately? No! He was a gentleman! He was never going to stare at your naked body!
  • Both of you were relieved when you said out loud: “Straight Flush!”  That was it! Nobody could have an upper hand! Unless… “Royal Straight Flush!”, his mouth opened in full surprise, how was that possible? You… lost?
  • You got up and hooked your thumbs on the waistband of your panties… since you were here, why not make the best out of it? You looked straight at Zen…
  • Why has he been acting weird around you? Couldn’t he see how much you liked him? Fuck that! His eyes were peering through you. You had his attention now…
  • You rocked your hips back and forth in a teasing manner, looking at him, and letting the panties slide down your thighs. Zen’s breathing was getting heavy, his eyes looked darker…
  • Seeing you like this, teasing him so shamelessly… you obviously were putting this show for him now… did you… like him as much as he liked you?
  • He didn’t even have time to think of that… he just saw how the two guys were looking at you…
  • “MC, I finally found you!” he was trying so hard not to look, now he was that close to you. “Sorry, gentlemen! I’m afraid I have to steal her for a moment…”
  • You gathered your clothes and followed him, without even thinking. You weren’t sure if you were feeling more embarrassed there with those people or with him now.
  • You two went to your room. He turned his back on you. “Put your clothes on. I won’t look, I swear.” His voice was cold, nothing like him at all.
  • “Why are you acting like this?” “Why are YOU acting like this? Getting naked among those hungry wolves… are you out of your mind?”
  • “Why do you even care, Zen? I was just having fun! I wasn’t uncomfortable till you showed up! By the way, what are you even doing here?” you asked, putting your bra and panties in an angry way.
  • “You invited me!” “Well, I didn’t think you were actually coming, considering how distant you’ve been… did I… do something wrong?”
  • “N-No! You did nothing wrong! Except for accepting playing Strip Poker… I’m just… I guess I’m just… jealous, MC.” “J-Jealous of me?”
  • “Well, yes, I… I have all these feelings for you, and seeing you like that just… makes the beast inside of me go insane! You drive me insane, MC!” your heart skipped a beat, was he…confessing to you?
  • You came close to him and made him turn to look at you. “Goddamit, MC! I told you to put your clothes on, not only your lingerie!” “Oh… so you don’t like my bra?” “What? No! I like it, I like it very mu… wait, no! I’m…” ERROR “It’s fine, Zenny… you can take it off if you don’t like it…” “MC, the beast…”
  • “Show me…  I guess I saw a hint of the beast when I lost back there, and… I’m very curious to see the whole thing…” “MC, I… I…” you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he gave up. “If you insist that much…”


  • He didn’t even know how to play Poker, let alone Strip Poker, he just figured it was something naughty when he saw all those half naked people… and you…
  • He blushed and tried to look away, but something kept pushing his eyes back at you, he never saw this much of your skin and it was… even better than he could imagine.
  • And your breasts were so… oh no! He wasn’t going on with this, this was wrong! He couldn’t look at you like this, you were always so sweet to him, and how was he repaying you? Thinking of you in such a naughty way?
  •  “Straight Royal Flush” the guy said out loud. Yoosung didn’t know what this meant, but he could only assume it was bad, judging from the look at your face… oh no, did you lost? WAIT! If you lost, that means… OH HELL NO!
  •  You closed your eyes as you took your panties off, you weren’t sure if Yoosung was still watching, but you wouldn’t risk seeing his flustered face, you liked teasing him, but this was beyond any teasing you’ve ever done to him…
  • “Oh! Get off, dude! You’re ruining the game!” you heard the guy who made you lose complaining and opened your eyes.
  • Only to find Yoosung standing in front of you, his arms and legs open trying to cover you, you could not see his face, but you bet he was doing that adorable angry face…
  •  That wasn’t that adorable when he turned his head to look at you, you couldn’t see his whole face, but you felt a shiver going down your spine, he looked PISSED
  • He gathered your clothes on the floor and handed to you, his head was low this whole time. “Yoosung… I…”
  • “Can I talk with you? Alone!” he looked at your poker buddies when he emphasized the word “alone”. You obliged, you wouldn’t dare to counteract him right now…
  • You took him to your bedroom and quickly put your clothes back on, you didn’t want him to feel even more embarrassed. “W-Why were you doing this, MC?”
  • “Yoosung, it’s just a game… it’s… it’s no big deal!” “Well, it is for me! How do you think I felt seeing those guys looking at you like that?” “I don’t know, how did you feel?”
  • “How did I feel? I…” he was blushing again and his eyes didn’t seem that dark anymore, he was going back to his usual self. “I… felt angry and… really jealous, MC.”
  • “Why would you be jealous?” “Because… I… I… really… I… likeyouverymuchMC! “ he spoke fast and closed his eyes, like he was waiting to be hit or something.
  • “I like you too, Yoosung.” You said, and he opened his eyes to find you smiling at him, oh… it was so sweet… he just felt this urge to hug you. “So… you never played Strip Poker?” you asked him through your embrace. “No.”
  • “Do you want me to teach you?” although you couldn’t see him, you felt his grip getting tightened on your waist and his face burying in your hair. “Yes, please”


  • She noticed that before she came in, you still had your clothes on, so was her the reason of your bad luck? She felt bad for you…
  • Seriously, as if it wasn’t enough she treating you so coldly the past few weeks, when she gathered courage to see you, she made you lose your game.
  • She wasn’t mad at you or anything. She knew she had no right to say anything, you were a grown up woman having fun at your own party, who was she to say anything?
  • However… she found herself struggling not to look at your body, it was exactly like she imagined, maybe even better… and now she realized how much she imagined your body, what was going on with her
  • “Straight Royal Flush!” she was aware this was the ultimate upper hand and it was almost impossible to get one, and if you didn’t have one of that, it could only mean…
  • You looked at Jaehee, how long has she been standing there? Oh, she looked so beautiful dressed this casually… you didn’t even think as you removed your panties, you only had eyes for her having her eyes for you…
  • “Oh my, MC! What a nice body you have! You almost making me gay over here…” the girl who made you lose said that, you blushed.
  •  “You can’t ‘make’ someone gay, young lady.” You heard Jaehe’s voice behind you. Shit! This woman was a ninja! “Chillax, I’m just messing with her! Who are you, her mommy?” the girl shrugged.
  • “No… I’m just… a good friend who’s aware of the rules of the game, and you can not cat call other players.” “Yes, she has a point” one of the guys pointed out.
  •  “Okay, whatever! I’m sorry… jeez, people are so touchy those days…” “Jaehee, are you okay?” you asked her, she was blushing and trying not to look at your butt.
  • “I’m fine, MC. How about… you? I was wondering if we could talk a little, alone…?” “Yeah, sure…” you picked your clothes and got out of there, it wasn’t fun anymore standing there with such a weird atmosphere… you went to your bedroom.
  • “MC, I… know it’s not my place to butt in, but you should be careful with your friends, some of them can get the wrong message if you don’t say anything…” “How do you know it would be the wrong message?”
  • “Pardon?” “How would you know I wouldn’t like having my friend complimenting me?” “I’m… I’m just assuming you’re not interested in women, MC.” “And why would you think that?”
  • “I… I don’t know, I just… keep telling myself you aren’t, so…” “So…?” “So it’ll hurt less if you reject me, because… there’s nothing much I can do if you don’t like girls, but if you do, I… have to recognize there’s something wrong with me…” you were so thrilled right now, you couldn’t believe she was as insecure as you…
  • “Jaehee, there’s absolutely nothing wrong about you! Butm you’re right, I… I don’t like girls…” “Yes, I already was expecting it…” “I like only one girl… you!”
  • “Me? Y-You like me?” you went to kiss her and you felt her face burning, since you never put your clothes on. “Will you take this as a ‘yes’?”
  • “I… yes, MC. I will…” and you two hugged “So… you seem to know a little about Strip Poker! Where did you learn it?” “I already told you I’m not that innocent, MC…”


  • This wasn’t what he was expecting of a party thrown by you, it looked like a frat party, and how come there was no wine?
  • He knew how to play Poker, it was a social skill acquired being a business man, but Strip Poker? This was new…
  • He wasn’t sure about how he felt. He was angry, but not really at you? He was angry at himself for not talking to you properly and showing up like this to your party where he clearly didn’t belong? But… at the same time, he wasn’t pleased at you sharing a poker table with another two men… were you out of your mind?
  • “Straight Flush!” you said, he nodded in satisfaction, you were good at this! “Royal Straight Flush!” uh oh… you were in big trouble, weren’t you?
  • You saw Jumin staring at you and felt a shiver. His eyes felt… hungry? Oh, so maybe this was what Zen was talking about. “Even Jumin is a wolf, MC! Don’t let your guards down around him.”
  • But you didn’t care, seeing him looking at you like this stirred something inside you. You wanted him to keep looking… it was the least he could do after practically disappearing from you the past few weeks…
  • As soon as you got rid of your pants, you felt something resting on your shoulders, it was a coat… a man’s coat, Jumin’s coat., and he was behind you, looking away…
  • “Hey, dude! What the fuck?” the guy who made you lose complained. “Sorry, sir. I know how bets work, but I’m afraid I need to end this game for her right now, as I really need to talk to her by ourselves.”
  • You went to your bedroom, he refused to come in with you. “Jumin, what’s going on?” “You tell me, MC! Are you messing with me on purpose? Reminding me of what I can’t have?” you were talking through the door.
  • “What are you talking about?” “I just noticed how different we are, MC. And although I cherish you so much, I don’t think I can stay around you without losing my control. And I noticed how uncomfortable you got when you saw me…” “I wasn’t uncomfortable, I was just… caught by surprise seeing you here, I never thought you would show up to a party like this… you are right, we’re very different, but… the way you looked at me, I… I felt really good…”
  • “You did?” he was relieved you couldn’t see his face blushing… “Oh… so by any chance, you… feel the same way as I do?” you didn’t answer. “MC?” Silence… he just saw you opening a little gap on the door and handing his coat to him, he couldn’t hide his frustration. “Okay, I understand… sorry for barging in to your party… I’m going now…”
  • You opened the door, your clothes stayed at the poker table… “I never said you should leave.” And there was that look again… and it kept getting closer and closer as he closed the door behind him.


  • He tried to play some poker online when he was really bored and trying to ditch work. He was very decent at it, but it wasn’t really his thing.
  • But now it was, strip poker? Featuring you? He’s down for that. He would have come early if he knew he had the chance to join this match.
  • He would love to be the one that makes you lose your last piece of clothing, but… somebody else had that honor.
  • “Royal Straight Flush!” oh… judging by your face, this was no honor. Yeah… he wouldn’t like to make you feel embarrassed like you looked right now.
  • And then your eyes met his, and all your embarrassment went away. What was he doing here? It took a lot of guts to show up like this when he’s been barely talking to you…
  • So yeah, if he’s gonna be looking at you with those puppy eyes, you might as well enjoy this and tease him a little, or will he ignore your naked body right in front of him?
  • You took the stripping thing very seriously, asking for your friend to hum the Pink Panther’s theme and rocking your hips very teasingly before taking your panties off.
  •  You felt a cold hand on your shoulder… Saeyoung was beside you, holding the clothes you left behind. “Sorry, fellas. Game is over.” He took your hand and dragged you away from there.
  • He already knew where your bedroom was, which made you blush, he turned his back on you so you could put your clothes. “Don’t get any wrong ideas, MC. I’m just helping you.”
  • “What if I don’t need your help?” “Judging by the way those guys were looking at you, yeah, you would need my help pretty soon…”
  • “And you are different from them? Because I saw you looking!” “Yeah, but it’s different because… because I respect you, ok?”
  • “Ignoring me like you did all those weeks? Yeah, I wouldn’t say you really respect me, Saeyoung.” He took a deep breath. “I did it precisely because I respect you, MC.”
  • “Really? Why is that?” you sounded mad “Because… I like you so much, you have no idea how much I like you, and… I’m so afraid I’m going to hurt you, I couldn’t live with myself knowing I could be the cause of your pain one day…”
  • “So… it didn’t really occur to you talking with me would be the right thing? Because I can understand if you don’t want to be in a relationship with me, what you can’t do is coming to my party as if nothing happened and try to lecture me about respect! And look at me when I talk to you!” you made him turn away to face you.
  • “You’re still naked!” “What? You don’t like it?” “No, I… like it very much… I like you… very much…and I…” “My eyes are up here, Mr. Respectful.”
  • “S-Sorry, I just…” and then something clicked on his mind. “I have a straight, MC!” “What?” “I’m not bluffing! I have a straight! What do you have?” “I… I don’t know, a full house?” “Oh no! It looks like I lost!” he took his hoodie off.
  • You got it what he was doing pretty quickly. “I have a flush…” you told him. “Darn it! High Card!” and there goes his shirt… you kept on going with this until he was in the buff with you.
  •  “So… what do we do now?” you asked, trying not to stare at his amazing abs “Well, if I’m Mr. Respectful, you must be Mrs. Respectful looking at me like that, so now we do what happy married couples do?”


  • He hated: parties, drunk people, people generally. He liked: free booze and you, mostly.
  • He never played poker, but he knew the basics. Strip poker? What a lame idea!
  • Or maybe it wasn’t…? He saw your bra flying and then he got the appeal of this, it was… pretty cool.
  • Your body was even better than what he tried so hard not to imagine, but he did more than he would like to admit it. He was trying so hard to be a cool guy who respects you and your personal space and not to look like a pervert weirdo.
  • “Royal Straight Flush!” oh shit! Were you really…? No, you didn’t have the guts to do it, did you? In front of those guys? Those disgusting, weird guys looking at you like a piece of meat?
  • You saw Saeran looking at this very curious. His widened eyes looked so cute, you almost forgot you were mad about him just pretending you didn’t exist.
  • It was like… “Oh, now that you can look at my tits, you notice me? Alright…” and then you took your panties off, but as soon as you did, you felt something wrapping your whole body, you looked behind you, and there was Saeran hugging you and covering your body with his jacket.
  • “Ah, come on, dude You ca-“ Saeran just glared at the guy and he shut up, scared. “What the fuck, Saeran?” you asked him, you could feel his body against you, so could he and now you were both blushing.
  • “I… I … we should talk.” “Ok, let me go first, so I can pick my clothes.” “But then they will see you…” “Just let me go, Saeran” you hated talking like this to him, but it was necessary, he backed away, trying not to look again.
  •  You went to your bedroom, he was still a little flustered. “No need to be like that, we’ll only talk, Saeran.” “W-What? What are you saying? I… I know that… I wasn’t thinking… what you’re thinking… I… am going to stop talking now.”
  • “Oh? So this is pointless, you said you wanted to talk!” you put your clothes on very angrily. “I better go back to my party before they…” he grabbed your hand and looked down. “Please… please don’t go, MC”
  • “Why?” “Because I… like being alone with you, I… like when you have all those people and you sill choose me to be alone with. I… enjoy your company very much.  I… enjoy you… very much…so much I know I need to be away from you before I do something stupid. But I… want to be with you?” you were feeling bad for getting angry, the poor thing was only trying to confess…
  • “Saeran, so do I, but… you can’t just ignore me and show up like this, I know you have your problems, and I’m more than willing to help you, I told you a million times. So let me help you, don’t just… do things that concern us by yourself, please?” “Yes, of course, MC, I’ll… yes, I promise.” “Thanks”
  • And you hugged him, you felt his breathing stop for a second, but you smiled when he wrapped his arms around you. “So… what were you thinking when I brought you to my room?” “Oh, I… you know, MC! You were naked and… it’ just us on your bedroom and… don’t make me say it!”
  • “Okay, I won’ t.” you let him go, but he was still holding you “I would rather show you.”  


V was requested later and you can see it here! ~

Full transcript of Adam Lanza's 2011 radio appearance
  • (music fades out)
  • Host: Hello! We got the collapsible headphones here, but uh... we're back.
  • Co-Host: (inaudible) we got Greg on the phone.
  • Host: Oh! Greg. Okay. How's it going?
  • Lanza: Hi, good. Um, I'm a fan of your writing.
  • Host: Thank you.
  • Lanza: I'm sorry to bring up such an old news story, but I couldn't find anything that you said about the topic, and it seems relevant to your interests, so I thought I would bring up Travis the Chimp. Do you remember him?
  • Host: I don't.
  • Lanza: Well, um, he was a highly domesticated chimpanzee, who lived in a suburban home in Stamford, Connecticut.
  • Co-Host: Oh, yeah.
  • Host: Oh.
  • Lanza: And he was raised just like a human child, starting from the week he was born. By the time that he was fourteen years old, which would be somewhere around age twenty in human years, um...
  • Host: Uh-huh.
  • Lanza: ...he slept in a bed, he took his own baths, he dressed himself, he brushed his teeth with an electric toothbrush...
  • Host: (laughs) Really? When was this?
  • Lanza: Um... well.. (chuckles) this happened in early two-thousand-and-nine.
  • Co-host and Host: Oh!
  • Lanza: He ate his meals at a table, and he enjoyed human foods like ice cream, and used a remote control to watch television, and liked baseball games... and he even used a computer to look at pictures on the internet.
  • Host: Huh.
  • Lanza: And... (chuckles) it goes without saying that Travis was very overweight; he was two hundred pounds when he should have been around the low hundreds. And he was actually taking Xanax.
  • Co-Host: (laughing)
  • Host: Amazing.
  • Lanza: I couldn't find any information about why he was taking it, but it just seems to say a lot that he was given it at all. And, basically, I think Travis wasn't any different than a mentally handicapped human child.
  • Host: Hmm.
  • Lanza: But, anyway, one day in February 2009, he was acting very agitated, and at some point grabbed the car - his owner's - car keys, and went outside and started leaping from car to car, apparently wanting to go for a car ride. And he was acting very aggressively, so, his owner called her over to get her to help calm him down and get him to go back inside, and once she arrived, he immediately attacked her, and his owner tried to stop him, but couldn't, and she even resorted to stabbing him with a knife, but nothing worked.
  • And she said that after she stabbed him, he looked at her as if to say "Why'd you do that to me, Mom?" Because apparently that was what their relationship was like; no different than between a human mother and child.
  • So, after stabbing, she called the police, who arrived twelve minutes after the attack, at which point her friend was... pretty close to dead. And once the cruiser came up, Travis went over to it, tried to open the locked passenger door. He smashed off the side mirror, went over to the driver's door, opened it, and the cop shot him. He fled back into the house, where he went to his playroom and bled to death.
  • Host: Hmm.
  • Lanza: And... (chuckles) um, it might not seem very relevant, but I'm bringing it up because afterward, everyone was condemning his owner for, saying how irresponsible she was for raising a chimp like it was a child, and that she should have that something like this would happen, because chimps aren't supposed to be living in civilization, they're supposed to be living in the wild, among each other. But, their criticism stops there-
  • Host: Mmm-hmm.
  • Lanza: -and the implication is that there's no way that anything could have gone wrong in this life if he were living in this civilization as a human, rather than a chimp.
  • Host: Ah, indeed.
  • Lanza: Because, uh, he brings up questions about this whole process of child-raising.
  • Host: Yeah.
  • Lanza: Civilization isn't something which just happens to gently exist without us having to do anything, because every newborn child - human child - is born in a chimp-like state, and civilization is only sustained by conditioning them for years on end, so that they'll accept it for what it is, and since we've gone through this conditioning, we can observe a human family raising a human child - and I'm sure that even you have trouble intuitively seeing it as something unnatural - but when we see a chimp in that position, we immediately know that there's something profoundly wrong with the situation. And it's easy to say there's something wrong with it simply because it's a chimp, but what's the real difference between us and our closest relatives?
  • Travis wasn't an untamed monster at all. Um, he wasn't just feigning domestication, he was civilized. Um, he was able to integrate into society, he was a chimp actor when he was younger, and his owner drove him around the city frequently in association with her towing business, where he met many different people, and got alone with everyone. If Travis had been some nasty monster all his life, it would have been widely reported. But, to the contrary, it seems like everyone who knew him said how shocked they were that Travis had been so savage, because they knew him as a sweet child, and... there were two isolated incidents early in his life where he acted aggressively, but... summarizing them would take too long, so basically I'll just say that he didn't really any differently than a human child would, and the people who would use that as an indictment against having chimps live as humans do wouldn't apply the same thing to humans, so it's just kind of irrelevant.
  • Host: Uh-huh.
  • Lanza: Bu anyway, look what civilization did to him; it had the same exact effect on him as it has on humans. He was profoundly sick in every sense of the term, and he had to resort to these surrogate activities like watching baseball, and looking at pictures on a computer screen, and taking Xanax. He was a complete mess.
  • Host: Mmm-hmm.
  • Lanza: And his attack wasn't simply because he was a senselessly violent, impulsive chimp. Uhm, which was how his behavior was universally portrayed. Um, immediately before the attack, he had desperately been wanting his owner to drive him somewhere, and the best reason I can think of for why he would want that, looking at his entire life, would be that... some little things he experienced was the last straw, and he was overwhelmed at the life that he had, and he wanted to get out of it by changing his environment, and the best way that he knew how to deal with that was getting his owner to drive him somewhere else.
  • Host: Yeah.
  • Lanza: And when his owner's... owner's friend, arrived, he knew that she was trying to coax him back into his place of domestication, and he couldn't handle that, so he attacked her, and anyone else who approached them. And dismissing his attack as simply being the senseless violence and impulsiveness of a chimp, instead of a human, is wishful thinking at best.
  • Host: Mmm-hmm.
  • Lanza: His attack can be seen entirely parallel to the attacks and random acts of violence that you bring up on your show every week, committed by humans, which the mainstream also has no explanation for-and-
  • Host: No.
  • Lanza: -and, actual humans... I just- just don't think it would be such a stretch to say that he very well could have been a teenage mall shooter or something like that.
  • Host: Yeah. Yeah.
  • Lanza: And-
  • Host: Wow. Thank you, Greg.
  • Lanza: Yeah.
  • Host: That's quite a story. That's, uh, really apropos, isn't it? Travis the chimp.
  • Lanza: It's just that I'm a little surprised that I haven't heard you bring it up all because... (laughs) maybe I'm just seeing connections where there aren't any, but-
  • Host: Not at, I uh, think not. No, I just... I didn't catch that one. I didn't uh... maybe I was out of the country or something, I don't know, but I missed that it. Thanks very much, man.
  • Lanza: Thank you. Bye.
  • Host: Take care.
  • (Lanza hangs up)

happy birthday, sweet boy!

for two years in a row now, I’ve been lucky enough to be able to tell Jensen happy birthday in person and this year was an absolute dream ❤

Jensen was so incredibly wonderful this con – not that he isn’t always, but there was an ease about him this con, or maybe an ease about me, that made this convention so good. His performances on Saturday night were goosebump worthy (three songs!!!!) and all of Sunday he was wonderful

I didn’t go gold this year so I first saw Jensen at his photo-ops at 10:45 Sunday morning. I had Jared’s m&g so I had to stand with some of the first people in line. Jensen walked in after a few minutes, sat his coffee down, and waved and grinned as everyone cheered. I watched him take four or five pictures with people, saying hi and being so kind to each person, doing poses with practiced skill. I watched as a woman in a wheelchair came up and wanted to stand in her picture with him so he helped her up so gently and held her tight before assisting her as she sat down and thanked her so much for coming. After the first four or five pictures he asked Chris (the photographer) to turn off the music and he walked over, standing right by me, and said, “Guys, I just want to apologize. Jared doused me in his cologne right before this because that’s the Jared we’re dealing with today,” and then he looked at me and waved his hand to make the cologne go my way. Absolute menace, I’m telling you.

My picture came up and he smiled and said hi in this sweet, soft voice he has when he’s one-on-one with people and I asked him if I could just hug him and he said, “Absolutely, sweetheart,” and pulled me in and I just melted getting to hug that soft and beautiful boy ;;;;;;;;;; 

I love his smile so much and I got to see it many times this con and I’m so grateful for that

I told him thank you and he smiled real big and told me, “No, thank you” and then I let him get on with his photos 

Autographs are a whole different story, but just as wonderful and just as important as the man who made every little moment something so memorable

I wish I could do more for him on his birthday, but I don’t know how or what, so all I can say is that I hope he has the most wonderful day ❤ he deserves it and so much more and each day I grow more and more thankful for him and the person he is and what he’s done for me and this fandom and the people around him. we are so lucky to have him as we do 

I love you so much, Jensen Ackles

mimichin18  asked:

Hi! I've just finished reading the first story of the Designation: Miracle series and I loved every bit of it! I actually cried because of HInata in the end, it was so emotional. I really don't know if take prompts or something, but have you ever thought about writing a spinoff with IwaOi/KasaKise meeting at the "party"? It'd be so fun! (they're my OTP from both anime ahah) BTW, thanks for writing it! It's really amazing!

“We are going to crush them.”

“You’re getting awfully competitive about a game where we literally just made up the rules five seconds ago,” Iwaizumi remarks.

“Iwa-chan, there is no point in playing anything without performing our absolute best. And also, we need to prove that we are better than those basketball players, don’t you think?”

“We have basketball players on our team,” Iwaizumi points out. “They have volleyball players on their team. The whole point of this absurd made-up game is so that we’re working together.”

“Alright, fine, we have to prove we’re better than the Miracle.”

This makes even less sense, and Iwaizumi resists the urge to throttle his captain. “The only reason any of us are here is because you wanted to support the Miracles.”

“Right,” Oikawa says. “We supported them, and now we’re going to make sure we prove we’re the best.”

Iwaizumi just stares at him. “Why are you like this?”


“I don’t like him,” Kise announces.


“He’s too pretty,” Kise says.

Kasamatsu frowns and follows Kise’s glare to the captain of the current Basket-Volleyball team they’ve been playing against. He’s had some solid moves and got past Kise a few times. “That’s a weird thing for you to say,” Kasamatsu says. “Besides, I think he’s a lot like you.”

“What! Senpai, how can you say that? He is nothing like me! He seems far too frivolous.”

“Right,” Kasamatsu says. “Bit like you.”

Senpai,” Kise whines. “Look at him! He’s clearly smarmy. He flirts too much and also he smirks. People shouldn’t smirk all the time.”

“So… exactly like you?”

Kise continues to pout, with a wide-eyed puppy-dog look that creates the perfect picture of injured prettiness.

“Can’t even tell the difference, really,” Kasamatsu continues, “Maybe I should go ask him out, he looks like my type, and maybe he’d be better about picking his clothes off the floor—”



“Wow, where did they even come from?” Kasamatsu remarks, marveling at the fact that a crowd of girls have already encircled Oikawa.

“They just sort of pop up out of nowhere, like fruit flies,” Iwaizumi says, resignedly. “Although, I do think some of them were originally here for your boy.”

Kasamatsu twitches slightly at the idea of Kise as “his boy” and carries on with, “Well, that’s even more impressive. I didn’t think anyway could pull fans away from Kise. That’s a definite testament to the charming abilities your boy has.”

Iwaizumi, to his credit, only nods apologetically, as if acknowledging his own fault. “Yeah. It’s pretty annoying. Doesn’t help that he panders to his fans, you know?”

“Oh, for sure. Kise’s a model too, so we get it everywhere. And it’s kind of obnoxious, because you almost have no room to complain because he’s still incredibly talented at basketball,” Kasamatsu says, like a man who has never kicked his underclassman for pandering to his fans.

“Right. There’s no denying Oikawa is the best setter in the prefecture, so it is really hard to object to his crazy,” Iwaizumi agrees, like a man who has never thrown a volleyball at his friend’s head.

You’re obviously really talented, though,” Kasamatsu says. “You’re reflexes are amazing.”

“Thanks, back at you. Have you ever thought about playing volleyball?”

“Eh, not my sport.”

“Fair enough.”


“I don’t like you,” Kise says.

“I don’t like you, pretty boy,” Oikawa says.

“And if that spikey haired guy gets any closer to Senpai, I’m going to kick his ass.”

“If you hurt Iwa-chan, I’ll destroy you,” Oikawa says with a smile.

Kise eyes Oikawa and gets the feeling that Oikawa might be a human, but he was a human who knew how to do unpleasant things in the dark without anyone ever knowing what was happening. Oikawa, on the other hand, is realizing there were a lot more unpleasant geniuses besides Kageyama and he almost wishes Kise did play volleyball, if only so Oikawa could have the satisfaction of making him cry in public.

“Keep him away from Senpai and we’ll call a truce?” Kise offers.

“Deal, but only because I’m feeling generous since my team beat yours.”

“Only once and I demand a rematch!”

A/N: Thanks, friend! I am very glad you enjoyed the story! I have always meant to write a KiKasa and IwaOi interaction because that was something a few people remarked on wanting to see, so here we go! It’s my headcanon that Oikawa and Kise are probably people who will get along really well after awhile, but when they first meet they hate each other’s guts. Thanks again!! Sorry for how long it took! (If anyone is interested in random thoughts on basket-volleyball, they are here).

Please Don't Fall For Me Like That...

Prompt: Reader goes horseback riding with her S/O’s and her grandpa, but it goes awry.

Paring: Poly!Hamilsquad X Reader

TW: swearing, falling off a horse, shy and self depreciating thoughts, fluff???

A/N this one’s a bit longer and there’s some horse riding jargon in there. I hope y'all enjoy it! Thank you for all of your love and support! I love you! If you want me to tag anything, let me know. I want you to feel safe when reading my work! Please enjoy!

Word Count: 4530

Early in your relationship, you had convinced the boys to go horseback riding with you. It wasn’t a Herculean task considering that they already knew how to ride horses. They were just concerned about your safety. Your boys had a bad habit of treating you like a fragile flower. You wanted to be a giant, mean cactus, not some frilly, pretty little thing.
You had called your grandpa, who owned a considerable amount of land and horses about a hundred miles away, and he offered to let you guys stay with him for a few days. Your grandpa was the dad you needed when your own father couldn’t be. Your grandpa knew about your relationship, and although he didn’t always understand how things worked, he accepted and supported you. If you were happy, so was he.
You’d grown up riding, so you knew what you were doing. You’d been riding as long as you could walk. Your grandpa was the one that taught you. When the boys and you first showed up, he already had the horses saddled and ready in the yard. You squealed as you jumped out of the car and threw yourself into your grandpa’s arms.
“Well now, did you have a nice trip?” He talked slow and low, not exactly a drawl like John had, but nowhere near the speed that your Alex spoke with.
“Of course! I’m so happy to see you! How’ve you been!” You pulled away from the hug, and he put his hands on your shoulders to calm you down.
“I’ve been doing fine. Lemme help y'all with your bags and-” he began to move forward to help unload, but you put your hand on his chest.
“No, no, it’s fine, we’ve got it,” you insisted. He wasn’t weakened by age, so you knew he could handle it. This was the same man that swung fifty pound saddles around, worked with cows at a rodeo site, and casually fell off horses he was training in his free time… but you still worried about him.
“Can I get y'all anything? Some water? Maybe some watermelon?” He began to move towards the house, and you followed him this time. “I’ve only got two spare rooms, so I hope that’s okay…” he glanced over at you, unsure, but you gave him a reassuring smile. While it wasn’t ideal, it was a first world problem, and it wasn’t a big deal.
“Can we eat some watermelon before we go?” You weren’t hungry, but you couldn’t resist an opportunity to feed the rinds to the horses. He went over to his fridge and pulled out a container of cut up watermelon. He tossed it on the table he had built himself, then put some paper plates by it.
“Y'all just go ahead and help yourself,” he added as he walked across the kitchen to his coffee maker. His cowboy boots clopped on the floor. He poured a cup of coffee and handed it to you, and you thanked him. “You’re gonna have to introduce me to these boys of yours, miss Y/N.”
You grinned at the mention of them and dragged him by the arm to the spare rooms. You’d decided on the way up that you’d take turns. The bigger bed would have Hercules in it as a permanent figure, and the smaller bed would have either Alex or John as a permanent figure. Alex and John would take turns so that they could also sleep with Herc. The first night was Herc, Laf, and you, with Alex and John together in the other room. You personally didn’t think they should be left alone together, but whatever. They were grown men, they should be able to handle themselves.
When you entered the bigger room, you saw that Herc was busy depositing some bags in the corner of the room. He turned around when he heard your grandpa’s boots.
“Papa,” you started, and Herc’s face lit up at how adorable the nickname was, “This is My boyfriend Hercules.”
Herc held out his hand, “It’s nice to meet you, sir! You can call me Herc.”
Your grandpa shook his hand, before Laf came in behind you.
“Wow, ‘Erc, ‘ave you seen the… the… carriage in the garage?” Laf was overjoyed by the fact that he saw a life size carriage.
Your grandpa laughed, “This must be the French one, uh, Laffy?”
You snickered before you corrected him, “Lafayette, but close.”
Your grandpa smiled and tipped his cowboy hat. He liked living the cowboy aesthetic. “I’ve heard a lot about you, young man. And that down there is a buggy, but thank you for the compliment.”
“It is no problem! Did you make it? C'est très grand et magnifique!” You smiled and grabbed Laf’s hand, wordlessly reminding him to speak in English.
“Thank you, that’s very kind of you to say,” your grandpa seemed flattered and shy. He was always bashful when it came to compliments.
“-LAURENS YOU KNOW I LIKE THE LEFT SIDE OF THE BED!” You heard Alex shouting from the bedroom next door, and you groaned. So much for them being grown men. You stomped over to the next room and scowled at them as they swatted at each other.
“THATS NOT WHAT YOU WERE SAYING LAST NIGHT!!!” John had shouted back before he grabbed Alex’s ponytail and yanked on it.
“You little motherfu-”
“Alex!” You scolded him before he could curse in front of your grandpa. The two stopped fighting and turned to look at you, both of them flushed. “Stop acting like children! What would Washington say?”
“Washington isn’t here-” Alex began, but John kicked him in the shin.
You turned to your grandpa, who had joined you in the hallway. “Papa, this is Alex, and this is John. They’re trouble makers.”
Your grandpa just laughed, “Farm chores are a good cure for that out here. We’ll put 'em to work!”
You grinned evilly at the two, warning them to behave. You followed your grandpa into the kitchen, and you began to eat the watermelon while he sipped his coffee. The boys joined you, and soon, you had several rinds to feed the horses.
“Well, are y'all ready to go riding?” Your grandpa asked as he placed the empty mug in the sink. You nodded and quickly slipped your boots on. You knew the drill. You went outside with the rinds you created, the spring door slamming shut behind you. Your grandpa’s dog, Buster, trotted up beside you and followed you to the post where the horses were. You approached your horse that you knew you’d be riding, and you fed him a rind. His name was Smoke, and he was a sweetheart. He nodded his head up and down as he chewed, and you laughed.
“Hey, that’s how John eats!” Alex called out as he walked towards the horses, and you laughed. “Which one is this?”
He held his hand out and let the horse smell his knuckles as a sort of introduction before he began to stroke the horse’s neck.
“This is my boy, Smoke,” you explained with a smile as you fed him another rind.
“I thought I was your boy!” Alex pouted, and you swatted his arm.
“Alex,” your grandpa called out as he joined you by his horses. “You’ll be riding this old girl, Fancy, here. She’s a stubborn one, so you’ll have to keep an eye on her. Make sure she doesn’t eat too much.”
My grandpa brushed the palomino’s neck affectionately as she rubbed her nose on the post. Alex grinned and began to feed her rinds.
“Y/N, if you wanna go ahead and get your boyfriend set up, I’m just gonna take old Dealer here out into the field and warm him up again. You know how he can be,” your grandpa said as he untied the dark red horse from the post and led him into an open lot. You did know how Dealer could be. He liked to give everyone a show of him bucking and kicking before he’d let anyone ride him for the day.
You went over by Alex and watched as he wrapped the lead rope around the saddle horn then braced his horse. He did a few hops before he pulled himself into the saddle and grinned down at you. “My lady!” He mocked as he tipped a fake hat, and you giggled.
You heard a commotion and looked over to see that Dealer had already started bucking as your grandpa made him run circles around him in the field.
“Damn,” Herc commented as he came outside and put his arm around you.
“Do you wanna ride that one?” You teased, and he smirked at you.
“I don’t know, do you think he’s as wild as you are?” You felt your cheeks turn red and shoved him away from you. He chuckled before he pulled you against him into a hug.
Your grandpa had texted you when you were planning the trip about which horses he thought which boy should ride, so you knew the plan. “Herc, if you wanna go ahead and get on, Lobo’s your horse.”
You pointed at the white horse, your original boy, and untied him from the post as Herc gave him a rind. He was quick to fix the reins and climb up, and he leaned down to give you a soft kiss to the cheek before he urged the horse towards Alex, who was already trotting Fancy across the yard.
Lafayette came out next, his hair up in a bun, and he had on a pair of riding gloves. He looked so cute! He came over to you, completely disregarding the animals, and instead pulled you into a kiss. It took you by surprise, but it was nice. He tried to deepen the kiss, but you pulled away. You didn’t want your grandpa to watch you make out so soon. He laughed as he pecked you on the lips again.
“Mon ange,” he mumbled, nuzzling your neck, and you bit your lip. Laf was the most affectionate out of all of them, and while it was endearing, sometimes it was really embarrassing. Like when he did it in front of your little, old grandpa.
Before he could make another move on you, you cleared your throat. “My grandpa wanted you to ride Frisky. She’s a little crazy, but we figured you could manage since you’ve got so much riding experience.”
“Yes, I do have a lot of bareback experience,” he growled against your neck, and you blushed furiously.
“Laf!” You scolded him, causing him to breathily laugh. “Not in front of my grandpa!”
He groaned and pulled away. You shoved him towards Frisky and turned away from him, hiding your blush. You focused on John, who had been outside for God only knows how long, petting Buster. You smiled to yourself at how adorable he was. And he was yours.
“John, come on!” You called, and the boy looked up with a full blown grin. He dashed towards you, Buster on his heels.
“Sorry! I just really love dogs!” As if to prove his point, he gave Buster another pat on the head.
“You don’t have to apologize for loving dogs,” you shook your head. He was just being way too cute!
“Don’t worry, I really love you, too,” he added before he pecked you on the cheek. He went over to the other horse that was left, the white mare, and fed her the rinds he had.
“Her name’s Pepsi,” you murmured as he stroked her mane. Pepsi was the most well mannered out of all of them, just like John had the tendency to be the sweetest. They’d make a good pair. You watched John pet huge horse; he was in no hurry to get on. He was taking time to establish a bond with Pepsi. He stroked her fur and whispered to her. You occasionally heard him say your name, but he was speaking too low for you to hear. Finally, he climbed up into the saddle and just sat there, relaxed. Your grandpa came trotting over on Dealer with a smile on his face.
“Well, come on, Y/N!” He teased, “What’s taking you so long?”
You laughed and quickly got on Smoke, the squad quickly assembling. You ran your fingers through his tangled mane as he reached down and ate the grass.
“Well, where do y'all wanna go? We can ride down the road a ways if you want,” he offered, and you nodded. He always liked to go down the road for some reason. Your grandpa urged Dealer forward, and the other horses followed. Lobo stayed right behind Dealer while Fancy was quick to fall behind. Alex clucked and urged her, but she took her sweet time. John stayed with him on Pepsi, chatting in Spanish about something. Your grandpa chatted with Hercules, probably about building stuff. He loved to talk about making things with his bare hands. He was so cute. Laf road with you for a bit, occasionally commenting about the scenery in French to you. Smoke tripped a few times, and each time he would stumble, Laf would call out a string of curses in French, but you’d always insist you were fine. Smoke had the tendency to be a klutz.
About a mile down the road, you came to a creek, and your grandpa led the path down the rock bed. You ducked beneath some limbs and laughed when you heard Alex swearing behind you. Fancy probably took him through some thorns and underbrush. You rode up beside your grandpa while the other horses blanched at the water. Yours, on the other hand, was practically a sea horse. He went out into the water and began to splash, causing you to scream in joy. You laughed and screamed, completely careless, as you pulled your feet out of the stirrups and got soaked. Your grandpa was chortling while your boys watched, laughing. Then, your sea horse decided to lie down. You screamed at the sudden movement, your legs completely submerged, and you pulled up on the reins. He stood back up while you frowned and laughed. Your boots were filled with water. Your grandpa was cackling, your boys roaring. You took off your boots as your horse kicked up more water and dumped them out. It took the entire four mile trip for your boots to dry and everyone to stop laughing.
When you made it back to the house, your grandpa led you into one of his lots across the street and gave y'all the tour. He loved to do that. He pointed out the deer stand and talked about how many deer he’d gotten out of it. Herc listened with intent, and eventually, Laf joined in. They both engaged with your grandpa while John stayed behind with Alex. Alex was having trouble with Fancy since she kept stopping to eat. You were just kind of doing your own thing, having a chill time. You and Smoke just did whatever you wanted. You rode off from the group to the pond, and he got a drink. He stopped to eat some leaves from a tree. He just had a grand old time, and you enjoyed the peace and quiet. After a while, the men came riding up to you with a soft trot, laughing and having a good time.
“If y'all wanna canter back, that’s fine. And if you don’t, that’s fine, too. Y'all can just hang back with me,” he offered, and Alex hooted.
“Race ya, John!” He called out before he urged his horse forward. Fancy, knowing she was going back to the house, moved faster than she had in years, and John was hot on her trail with Pepsi. Hercules and Laf decided to stay back with your grandpa and continue their conversations. You were impressed. All of them seemed to be doing really well, and your grandpa really seemed to like them. You decided to go ahead and try to canter before you got off since it’d been a while since you’d been able to ride in general. Smoke had a fairly decent canter once he got into it, and he’d been really soft and smooth today. The wind had picked up, and the clouds were closing in, but other than that, it had been perfect riding weather. You urged him forward slowly, and he trotted towards the gate. You kept clucking and squeezing, but he only picked up the pace of his trot until it was jerky and awkward. Finally, you urged him forward into a canter, and you felt the wind blowing through your hair. It was exhilarating. You moved your hips in the rocking chair motion with him as he moved, feeling at peace, when he jolted sideways. Something must have spooked him, and you weren’t ready. Your entire world went sideways. You’d never fallen off a horse before. You were always good at staying on. One time, you went over the side of him and hung from his neck until you managed to stop him and climb down. But this time, you couldn’t do it. You tried to keep the reins, but you realized it was only making him go sideways and hurt his mouth, so you let go, and you fell. Hard. You rolled several times before you came to a stop, face down, in the grass. You heard someone scream your name, but all you could focus on was the pain in the entire left side of your body. You had to move though. You knew that you had to get up so that they knew you weren’t dead. You slowly pushed yourself onto your hands and knees, gritting your teeth as you clenched the grass. Why wasn’t the pain going away? You held back tears and reused to cry. That would just worry them even more. You looked over to see your grandpa running his horse as fast as he could towards you, Hercules and Lafayette flanking him. You looked up by the gate and saw Alex and John coming, your horse following them. You had to stand up so they wouldn’t worry. You got up, biting your lip, and you hunched over in pain. Your hip was throbbing. Your grandpa skidded to a stop beside you and hopped off his horse.
“Y/N! Are you okay? What happened?” His hands hovered around you, wanting to help but unsure.
“I’m fine. You know me, always a huge klutz!” You tried to joke because the amount of tension was stressing you out. Lafayette was the first by your side, his arm sliding around your waist, but you flinched.
“Can you stand up straight?” He asked you, and you nodded. It hurt like a bitch, but you managed to stand up and put all of your weight on the right side of your body. You forced a smile, and you would’ve looked fine if it wasn’t for the fact that your left leg was trembling like a mofo.
“I dunno, about as straight as you, Laf,” you tried to joke again, but no one was laughing. Tough crowd. The boys had now all huddled around you, their horses eating grass behind them.
“Is anything broken?” Your grandpa asked, and you hoped not.
“No? I don’t think so? I mean, maybe my ego, but…” you grinned, but no one laughed. If they didn’t start laughing soon, you might start crying.
Your grandpa put his hand gently on your shoulder, “Let’s get you into the house, can you back on?”
Your knee jerk reaction was to resist, “No!” But then you remembered that you had to get back on or you might never find the courage to.
“Y'all stay here, and I’ll go get the truck-” he began, but you were already being a huge inconvenience.
“No, no, it’s fine. I’ll try to get back on!” You insisted, and your grandpa seemed unsure, but you stared him down.
“Okay, get on my horse,” he offered, and you nodded. You went over to the saddle and stared. How were you supposed to do this? Your grandpa came up beside you, and you put your hand on his shoulder before you shifted your weight to your left side so that you could put your right foot in the stirrup. You resisted the urge to hiss in pain, and you hopped a few times before you pulled yourself up by the saddle horn. Your grandpa boosted you, and you slid into place, instantly wincing at how much spreading your legs hurt. You slumped forward in the saddle, babying your hip.
“I’m gonna start walking him,” your grandpa warned you, and you grunted in reply. You felt the horse start to move, and you gripped his mane as you were racked with pain. The boys resaddled and followed you guys home, Alex leading Smoke behind him. They got you to the porch, where your grandpa helped you down.
“Go ahead and get inside, we’ll unsaddle,” he commanded, and you nodded. You limped your way inside, able to walk fairly well. You went into the bathroom and went pee before you washed your hands and made the split decision to hobble back out. Pain or not, you still had to help your grandpa unsaddle. You went over to the horse trailer and took the lead rope for Smoke from Alex. He didn’t say anything, he just pecked you on the cheek. With shaking fingers, you managed to undo the saddle. The only hard part was maneuvering the fifty pound, awkward shape. You struggled to do that in pristine health, let alone with a bum hip. You pulled the saddle off of Smoke and limped your way towards the trailer, but your grandpa met you and quickly took it from you.
“Miss Y/N, I thought I told you to go inside,” he called out to you from inside the trailer as he put the saddle up.
“And what? Miss all the fun? No way! I’m fine!” Why couldn’t no one believe that?
You got some treats out of the bag and took Smoke into the chorale. He nudged you a few times before you took the bridle off. He nibbled and kissed your hand, then you gave him the treats. Once he’d eaten them all, you left and put the bridle up. John met you at the trailer as the others were finishing unsaddling.
“Are you sure you’re okay? I saw the whole thing, and it looked like you hit your head,” he murmured as he brushed your cheek with his thumb.
“I’m fine, see? I’m still alive; nothing’s broken,” you insisted, and he gave you a small smile.
“You scared the hell outa me.”
You frowned, “I’m sorry, that’s not what I wanted-”
“Shh,” he put his finger to your lips, “don’t worry about upsetting us. Let us sorry about you.”
You nodded, and he put an arm around you as support. He led you back towards the house, talking about how pretty and green the grass was.
He put you on the couch and helped you lie down. Soon, the rest of them came in, and your grandpa got you some Aleve. You popped the pills and leaned back. John sat on the end of the couch with your feet propped up on him. Alex draped a blanket over you before he kissed your forehead and sat down by Alex’s feet.
After Laf helped your grandpa fix dinner, you insisted on joining them at the table. Herc carried you in and put you down in one of the comfy rolling chairs instead of on the hand crafted wooden bench, and your grandpa scooped your food. You felt bad. He had trained you, and you let him down. His heart couldn’t take scares like that.
Laf sat beside you at dinner and held your hand, occasionally squeezing when he noticed that you weren’t eating. It was one of your favorite meals that your grandpa made, but you just weren’t hungry. You felt so guilty for making everyone worry so much.
Everyone finished and began to help clear the table, but Laf scooted closer to you and stroked your chin with his thumb before he held up the fork with a bite of food.
“You need to eat more, mon ange,” he whispered sternly, and you pouted. You knew he was right, but you just didn’t feel like it. However, John did ask you to let them worry about you, so you let Laf feed you. You complained the entire time about how embarrassing it was and that you were full. Eventually, he was satisfied by the amount you ate, and he carried you back into the living room. He sat down on the couch with you in his lap, and your grandpa came in. He turned on the news and sat down in his chair. Alex sat with your feet in his lap, and Herc and John sat together on the love seat. You scrolled through Tumblr on your phone as you all enjoyed each other’s company. Laf occasionally fussed over you and kept making you drink water. When he wasn’t pouring water down your throat, he was gently tracing the lines on your face.
“Well now, it’s getting pretty late. I think I’ll turn in. You doing okay, Y/N?” Your grandpa asked as he turned down the news and handed Alex the remote.
“Yeah, I’m sorry for spooking y'all,” you replied shyly.
“You’re okay, I’ll see ya in the morning, hun. Love you,” your grandpa waved to you before he went into his bedroom and closed the door. You called “love you” after him, and turned back to Tumblr, but Laf took your phone.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed. Sleep will 'elp you 'eal faster,” he reasoned before he gently arranged you in his arms. He stood up, and you groaned in pain. Your lack of movement had allowed everything to stiffen up, and it hurt like hell.
“I’m sorry, mon ange!” He cried out, eyes raking you for a sudden injury. “Qu'est-ce c'est?”
“I’m okay,” you grunted, “just stiff.” He nodded and slowly began to walk with you to the bedroom. Herc followed, leaving John and Alex together watching the news and speaking in Spanish. Laf put you on the bed, and they joined you on either side. Herc had turned out the lights, and he gingerly wrapped an arm around your side since your back was to him. You decided it would be the least amount of pain if you slept on your right side. When you didn’t react in pain to his movement, he let his arm rest across you, and he snuggled closer, the heat relaxing your muscles. Laf snuggled into you from the other side, his hair tickling your face, and he kissed the tip of your nose.
“Go to sleep, mon ange,” he whispered to you, and you closed your eyes.
You felt Herc press a kiss into your hair as you began to drift. “We love you.”

stardust-blake  asked:

Happy new year, again, Rosie!! I'd like a drabble. I feel like we don't get enough flustered Clarke on the show so can you write a drabble with flustered Clarke + Bellamy's freckles. It could be canon or modern AU. Thanks for doing this, and you're amazing! <3

Three weeks later, and I finally got there. Sorry for sucking. Anyway, this fic is very ridiculous, deviates slightly from the prompt, and is a lot longer than originally anticipated, but I hope you enjoy it anyway, Hana :)

In retrospect, Clarke probably should’ve realised what was going on.

She’s in her third year of med school, after all, and usually has at least a basic level of common sense in her.

As it is, apparently Bellamy Blake makes her a bit of an idiot. And Bellamy Blake half naked? Well, Clarke’s not sure anyone can truly blame her for her brain short-circuiting and subsequently shutting down at the sight.

“You’re staring,” Raven comments easily, as he pulls off his top, leaving him in nothing but his swimming shorts.

And okay, Clarke at least has enough brain power to recognise that yes, she is staring, and it’d probably be a good idea to, you know — stop. But honestly, she’s not entirely sure how everyone on this goddamn beach isn’t watching him. Because Bellamy taking his top off definitely happened in slow-motion. With his skin glistening and his muscles rippling and his hair remaining perfectly dishevelled. That can’t have just been Clarke. She didn’t just imagine that.

But a quick glance to her friends, all still focused on their own tasks, tells her she did just imagine it. Which is a level above how her brain traditionally deals with her stupid feelings. Usually, she just fantasises about kissing him, or confessing her love, or worst of all, simply snuggling into his side and falling asleep. But this is some weird movie set shit her brain is delving into.

Which is probably the first sign that Clarke ignores.

“Shut up,” she mutters to Raven, spinning on her feet so she’s no longer facing Bellamy. He has a lot of nerve, being as beautiful as he is.

“I’m just saying,” Raven muses, ignoring Clarke’s response as she pulls out her towel and lays it down on the sand. “It’s likely that you’ll die today. Like, you barely keep it together as it is, and now you have to spend all day with him half naked. So, you know, just let me know how nice you want your casket to be.”

“If you think I want to be anything but cremated, you don’t know me very well.”

Raven snorts as Clarke helps lower her down onto her towel. “As someone who works in the medical field, your genuine belief that people can accidentally be buried alive is a weird one.”

“It could happen,” Clarke says, kicking Raven lightly in the shoulder when she just cackles.

“What could happen?” She hears from behind her, and when Clarke turns around there’s Bellamy, smile wide and eyes dazzling and freckles standing out so clearly against his warm golden skin. It’s a lot to take in all at once.

“Clarke could die of dehydration from being so thirsty,” Raven supplies unhelpfully, cocking an amused eyebrow when Clarke shoots her a dirty look.

“What?” Bellamy asks, frowning in confusion.

“Ignore her,” Clarke says, thankful that internet lingo isn’t really a strong point of his. “She’s being an asshole.”

“No surprise there.”

“You love me, Blake.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bellamy mutters with a small quirk of his lips. And then he looks back at Clarke, smile widening into a bright grin, and her brain kind of short-circuits again. “Want me to do your back?”

And, yeah, that certainly doesn’t help. Clarke blinks once, unable to get anything out but, “What?”

“Your back,” he repeats slowly, amused. When she just stares at him, probably resembling a deer in headlights, he continues, cocking an eyebrow. “You burn pretty quickly, princess. You really should put on sunscreen.”

“Oh right,” Clarke breathes out, shaking her head. She feels very warm suddenly, and it’s messing with her head. When Bellamy just keeps watching her with that amused expression of his, she realises she hasn’t actually answered him, and quickly amends. “Yeah, um. Thanks. That’d be, um — good,” she finishes lamely.

Bellamy chuckles, sending her a funny look as she grabs her bottle of sunscreen and passes it to him. And then she’s tugging off her top and turning around, and Bellamy’s hands are on her, and it’s like the universe is trying to punish her for some past life atrocity. Because his hands are large and rough and perfect, rubbing deep into her skin, and it’s hard not to imagine this exact same feeling in a very different context.

She feels a flush rise quickly on her chest at the thought, can’t help but sway back into Bellamy’s touch a little, but thankfully he doesn’t seem to notice, continuing with his task easily.

“Okay,” he announces a good minute later, running his hands down her back one last time. “I’m done. Do me?”

“What?” She asks, dazed, and when her brain catches up, “Oh, uh — yeah, of course,” she stutters out, feeling like a fourteen year old with her first crush again.

Of course, having her hands on Bellamy doesn’t help much, not with the way she feels the warmth of his skin and the tautness of his muscles, or the fact that she zones in on the freckles running down his back, all the way to the bottom of his scapulae before they pepper out.

It’s like the sun kissed each individual one onto his skin just to torture Clarke. She fucking loves his freckles.

And yes, she sees his freckles all the time, but for some reason they’re particularly mesmerising today, tugging on Clarke’s mind until it unravels a little. She feels herself rock backwards without really meaning to, stumbling in her stance, and has to brace herself using Bellamy’s shoulders.

Which is definitely the second sign, and once again, one she ignores.

It doesn’t get any better after that.

The water is lovely, of course, and the weather just as much, with the sun high and bright in the sky. And Clarke loves hanging out with her friends, enjoys swimming around with them and attempting to body surf, even finds herself joining in on the seaweed fight that breaks out when Miller cops some in the face curtesy of Jasper.

But she doesn’t feel completely right, skin hot and tight and mind muddled enough that she misses when people try to talk to her a few times. Her eyes keep getting caught on Bellamy’s form, from the curls stuck to his forehead to the golden brown of his chest, and when it gets bad enough that she feels slightly faint, she decides it’s time to get back onto solid ground.

“You okay?” Raven asks, when she joins her back on the beach, flopping down heavily on her towel. She still feels all hot and flustered, and apparently looks it too, if Raven’s concerned tone is anything to go by. “You don’t look good, babe. You need some water?”

And yeah, it’s kind of embarrassing that even that sign, spelt out right there in front of her, practically flashing to get her attention, isn’t enough for Clarke to realise something’s up.

Something other than the ridiculous explanation she’s come up with for feeling so out of it.

“I’m fine,” she mutters, beginning to fan her face with her hands. She just feels so dazed, and it’s absolutely absurd that seeing Bellamy like he is today is affecting her so much. It’s honestly normally not this bad. “I just — I don’t understand how he looks this good,” she explains, knowing Raven will catch on to her complaints quickly. “It’s like… it’s like he’s specifically trying to torture me.”

Raven laughs, sending Clarke a sly grin. “He’s probably just trying to look irresistible enough that you finally make a move.”

Clarke groans, letting her head drop back even as she shakes it in denial. “You’re delusional,” she sighs, eyes falling shut. They feel heavy, probably because they’ve had to look at something so beautiful for over an hour, which is totally a logical explanation.

“Yeah, I’m the delusional one,” Raven mutters lowly, and Clarke throws an arm out in an attempt to hit her, only to feel sand beneath her skin instead. “Okay, seriously, you’re acting even weirder than usual,” Raven says, voice etching on concerned. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” Clarke responds, stressing her point by waving her arms out wildly. She can practically feel Raven’s disbelief in the silence that follows, and sighs loudly. “Okay,” she eventually continues, words slurring slightly. “This is what it is. He’s a beautiful, freckled man, and my body can no longer handle it, probably because it knows my love is unrequited and I’m going to die alone, and therefore wants to punish me.”

“Uh huh,” Raven responds after a very long beat, voice slightly strangled. Then, “Babe?”


“You, um, might want to look up.”

“Why?” Clarke huffs, opening her eyes to throw Raven a glare for making her do something that requires effort, only to find Bellamy standing right in front of her, eyes wide and mouth parted as he watches her closely. She blinks, feels her face heat up even as her brain sort of decides to shut down. “Oh.”

“I just came to check up on you,” he says, voice inscrutable. His brows pull together and he runs a hand through his hair, and Clarke watches in mute horror as any possible explanation for her words escapes her. “Who were you…”

“What?” she asks, shaking her head quickly as though it could rid her of his question. “No one,” she says, and without much thought at all stumbles up to her feet, just needing to get away.

She makes it one step before the world goes fuzzy around the edges, and all at once a wave of nausea floods her.

“Woah, woah. Clarke,” she hears in Bellamy’s voice, as a pair of strong hands quickly circle her around the arms, keeping her upright even as she feels her whole body waver, losing every ounce of energy.

“Bell,” she breathes out, blinking up slowly to look at him, catching his worried expression and his big, brown eyes.

She sees him say something, his mouth moving as though he’s calling out her name, but his words are lost to the sound of blood rushing past her ears, and the next thing she knows, the galaxy across his face fades until it’s nothing but the dark night sky, and she’s out.


Clarke’s fainted once before in her life. It was when she was nine years old, and trying to beat her personal record of thirteen cartwheels in a row.

When she woke up it was to Wells’ worrying, and the first thing she asked him was if she beat her record. She had, getting a fourteenth cartwheel before she apparently stood up, stumbled, and fell back down again, and it was an exciting enough revelation that Clarke viewed the whole experience in a positive light.

This time, the first thing she says when she’s awake and semi-coherent is: “Your freckles.”

It comes out slurred and somehow accusatory, and Bellamy’s brow furrows in confusion as he watches her closely. Her head is in his lap, and his hands are gently stroking her face, and Clarke has enough brain activity to recognise that it feels really, really nice.

And also, that she accidentally confessed her love to Bellamy.

“Okay,” Bellamy says, sweeping her hair from her forehead. “I caught you before you fell, so there’s no way you have a concussion. Want to try that again?”

Clarke shakes her head, struggles to sit up and lets Bellamy help her when she can’t on her own. Her mind is still sluggish, and so she doesn’t stop herself from continuing to talk. Just, you know, to knock in that final nail that is her coffin. Or however it is you prepare an urn.

“Your freckles,” she says, frowning when Bellamy’s lips pull up into a smile. “They — they made me confused. And flustered. And I couldn’t — I couldn’t think.”

“Okay, I’m only a history teacher and I definitely know that that’s not how things work.” His smile widens when Clarke frowns, and he passes her a bottle of water. She takes it and downs it greedily, not having realised how thirsty she was until the first drop of water hit her lips. She feels worlds better for it, her head clearing of its cloudiness and her body feeling a lot stronger. “When’s the last time you ate?”

“What?” Clarke asks, confused again.

“The last time you ate,” Bellamy repeats, reaching behind her to grab something. Clarke looks over her shoulder to find Raven, somehow both looking concerned and amused, handing Bellamy a banana and a bag of jelly lollies. “Or had any water, for that matter.

“I don’t know,” Clarke mutters, feeling herself flush all at once because oh my fucking god, she is such a fucking idiot. “Last night, I guess.”

Bellamy shakes his head, peeling the banana before handing it over.

“Eat,” he tells her, tone leaving absolutely no room to argue. Not that Clarke would, now that she recognises that her feeling faint was not the result of Bellamy Blake’s freckles like she originally thought, but instead a combination of low blood sugar, mild dehydration and heat exhaustion. You know, the more logical explanation. Seriously, she’s in med school. This is beyond embarrassing.

She does eat, finishing the banana quickly before taking a few of the jelly lollies, getting some sugar into her system.

“So, let me get this straight,” Bellamy says after a good minute of just watching her eat. Clarke feels herself blush furiously, and she’s honestly wondering how much of an overreaction it would be to move to the other side of the world tomorrow. But she confessed her love to Bellamy, fainted in his arms, and then told him it was because of his freckles, all in about a three minute time span. The mountains of New Zealand sound pretty damn good right now. “You skip breakfast,” Bellamy begins to list off, pulling Clarke from her spiralling thoughts, “forget to drink any water, go to the beach on a ninety five degree day, and when you feel flustered you think it’s because of me.”

He sounds amused, but something more too. Hopeful, maybe, and it sends a pang of warmth through Clarke’s chest. A good pang, not an I’m-going-to-faint-again pang.

“Have you seen you?” She asks, tentative, and when Bellamy ducks his head in a shy grin she feels herself smile. “It made a lot more sense in my mind.”

Bellamy’s laugh comes out surprised and delighted, and when he looks back up his eyes are shining bright and his smile is as happy as Clarke ever remembers seeing. Again, it’s a lot to take in, but the flutter beneath her skin is a distinctly good kind.

“So if I kiss you right now, because your love in not at all unrequited, is there any chance you’ll faint again?”

“No,” Clarke responds quickly, shaking her head. “I’m in med school; I know these things.”

He’s grinning even as he rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I don’t trust you at all,” he says, but Clarke’s already reaching out to pull him down, guiding his mouth to hers.

His lips are warm and soft, and she sighs against them, slanting her mouth against his to better the angle. She deepens the kiss quickly, lets her tongue trace the seam of his lips until it slides against his, and then Bellamy’s pulling her onto his lap and Clarke’s hands are tangling into his hair, and they’re kissing like they don’t want to be doing anything else in the entire world.

She only pulls away when she starts feeling faint again, but it’s the good kind of breathless this time. The one that comes with being thoroughly kissed.

Plus, Bellamy basically just told her he loved her too, and that thought is enough to send her mind spinning a little.

She probably should eat some more, before they continue making out.

“I kind of died seeing you in this bikini,” Bellamy tells her as he rests his forehead against hers.

Clarke laughs softly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says, hands tracing up her sides to reach the band of her bathers top. “But unlike some people, I recognise the importance of eating and staying hydrated, so you probably couldn’t tell.”

Clarke groans, dropping her head onto Bellamy’s shoulder as his body shakes with laughter. “You’re never gonna let me live this down, are you?”

“Yeah, absolutely not.”

“Can’t say I blame you,” she mutters, moving off of his lap to sit beside him instead. As much as she wishes she could, she can’t exactly keep making out with him on a public beach, in front of strangers. In front of their friends.

Remembering that little fact, Clarke turns around to find Raven staring back at her, thankfully alone, but looking altogether incredibly unimpressed.

“I can’t believe you literally had to faint into his arms to work out your shit,” she says, and Clarke shrugs even as Bellamy snorts out a laugh at the comment.

Tucking herself into his side and lacing their fingers together, it’s had to find a part of her that cares.

“Whatever works.” 

anonymous asked:

You are right about the voltron fandom being a toxic place. There's this post going around about how that if you say that Hunk is a "pure person" or "sunshine" or anything nice, you don't know him and then it goes on to describe his flaws and how you shouldn't complement him because that means you don't care about him. Everyone was literally complaining how Hunk never gets enough love and that he is just resorted to food and fat jokes. He finally gets some recognition and love and now [part 1]

everyone is like “oh if you only focus on the good, you’re not really acknowledging him as a character and you need to stop” There is literally no damn way of pleasing this fandom. There is always drama. There is always some annoying, entitled little 15yo who thinks they are so experienced in the way the world works and believe they know what is best when it comes to a tv show. A thing that has no effect on reality itself and is meant for enjoyment. And all this stupid shipping nonsense [part 2]

Even the cast for voltron could care less about the stupid shipping rules. They even encourage people to broaden their horizons when it comes to it but all these idiots can do is judge and berate people. Like they are best, most innocent people who ever existed and they can do no wrong. I’m sorry to vent like this but I hate it. I hate that this fandom is going to always carry a bad name. I hate that anyone new that enters this fandom is going to be bullied and put down regardless of [part 3]

what they think or do. I just wish things were different and more at peace. I wish it was the ml fandom. With the ml fandom, they are much more accepting. They listen. They look at stuff you tag them in. They are so supportive and generous but nearly everyone in the vld fandom is entitled and think they are above everyone else just because of their stupid little ships. Anyway, sorry for the overload. If you decide to post this then thanks for replying back. If not then oh well [part 4]

I just came to you because I admire your maturity and mind. You have a way with words that I love and I thought this is something that would speak to you. Thanks for reading

You’re not wrong, anon, lol. The VLD fandom is… something else. Which is why I generally try to stay out of it. I’ll voice my opinion if I’m asked a question I want to answer, but generally I’ll keep it out of the tags unless I think it’s worth the drama (which is rarely). I mean, it still gets around anyway, but unlike my ML responses, I won’t usually respond to any of the comments, etc. It doesn’t matter what you say or what you headcanon, someone always has something to say to put it down, no matter the evidence you present or how reasonable you are. The thing with Voltron is that people are so territorial over their headcanons for the characters that anything different is seen as a threat. And that’s mostly due to the creators secrecy about character facts. I’m not blaming the creators–they can reveal whatever they want–but because so much is lacking validity, people are super, super territorial about their own ideas. Usually this is something that is kept to ships, because ship wars are “normal” in a fandom where the canon couples haven’t been determined yet. But because Voltron lacks information from character backgrounds to ages to relationships, everyone is overly territorial about everything. And when something does get revealed, everyone gets petty and nasty as a result.

Look at ML for example. It was set from the get-go who the canon couple would likely be and character information is generally given freely (like last names, ethnicities, etc). So headcanons are killed quickly and even those that ship something outside the lovesquare–like AdriNino–don’t get as much hate (I’m not saying they don’t get any, because they do. Which I don’t understand because it’s a ship that’s not hurting anything, like most ships don’t hurt anything, so, like, leave them be?) as people in the VLD fandom. This is because headcanons and things outside the canon are not seen as threats. 

In Voltron, everything is a threat. And so people go over the deep end because they’re ridiculous and have no chill, and this is, apparently, the perfect outlet for their rage and aggression. 

It’s disgusting and why I take down things I post, like outlines, if they start to cause even a small ruckus because I don’t want to deal with that bullshit in my inbox. 

Like tumblr in general, it’s just not worth the stress because, at the end of the day, the pathetic arguments we have here aren’t going to change the world, so if it’s a place you don’t want to be or you can’t have fun in the discourse, it’s better to just ignore it and do your own thing. 

Originally posted by vernybvitday

Thank you for your support and messages, anon! You’re lovely ;D 

Also, Hunk is a sweetheart no matter his character flaws and anyone who thinks otherwise can fight me. Or try to, but I likely won’t respond XD

Sorry, SPOILERS for Season 5, Episode 4: "End Times" because I need to vent and I don't want to wait until the episode airs to do it. I don't know how to put things under the cut, so if you don't want to be spoiled then scroll fast!!!!

So…Mikey literally saves the freaking world, and not an iota of appreciation or praise was given to him for it…

They just…completely ignored what he just did. None of the characters acknowledge it at all.

Saving the world, apparently, is no big deal!

The sad thing is…I totally saw that coming. I knew he was going to save the day, and that it was going to be completely ignored or hand-waved away like some fluke. Because they ALWAYS do that to Mikey!

Mikey’s been shown over and over and over again to be almost as smart of Donnie; not only showing genuine interest and support of Donnie’s passion for science and of his creations, but also being consistently shown as have a much better working knowledge and understanding of science as opposed to Raph and Leo ( with the turtle in blue only caring if it’s relevant to a mission). He’s almost as smart as Donnie, maybe even on the same level as Donnie, with the difference being that his ADHD makes it hard to remember things and/or express them in a way that people can follow. He clearly knows what he’s talking about, but can only express it in Mikey-speak. Ya know, like how Donnie expresses his smarts in textbook Donnie-speak!

They both get blank stares in response to their info dumps on the others, but only one of them is taken seriously and respected for it despite the fact that they’ve both showcased how smart they are! And they’ve both repeatedly utilized their smarts to save their brothers/save the day as well.

Mikey’s been shown to have good intuitive “ninja vibes”, but that’s never taken seriously either. Nevermind the fact that everyone’s super attentive when April’s spidey-sense gets riled up though. Even before she got trained her early “ninja vibes” were pretty much always listened to by the others, while Mikey’s (despite usually being right on the mark) are scoffed at and/or ignored.

I laugh a little when I see Donnie fans complaining that he doesn’t get enough appreciation. Because while I agree, as a Donnie fangirl too, that he works his ass off and Leo was a massive ungrateful jerk towards him in S3 and he didn’t always get the thanks he deserved to get (remember when he saved Raph’s life, but Leo was the one who got the awed appreciative look and thank you from Raph for merely sitting by the hot head’s bedside while he was unconscious?). At least Donnie is thanked by other members of the family for everything he’s done, and is told that his hard work is appreciated. He gets praised for his contributions to the team. It might not happen enough to make some of his fangirls happy, but you can’t sit there and pretend like he’s ignored, unappreciated, and underestimated the way Mikey is (Donnie himself is one of the biggest culprits of doing this to Mikey).

If Donnie saved the world, he’d get praised for it. So would Raph for that matter. Leo doesn’t even have to do anything, and he’d still get the praise!

But the finale of the Kavaxas arc just proved what I’ve been saying (and complaining about) for a few years now…Mikey’s contributions are hardly acknowledged, they’re largely ignored which is beyond ridiculous at this point! This has been happening since the beginning of the show’s run, and I feel us Mikey fangirls have good (100% valid) reasons to be salty about it! I’m sorry if you’re sick of hearing it, but if it was your favorite character this kept happening too I bet you’d be salty about it too. Just saying.

I’m not saying Mikey’s perfect, because he’s not. Even though I feel he’s been blamed for stuff that wasn’t actually his fault (Donnie’s brain drain incident-where Mikey was blamed for ruining Donnie’s work when nothing Donnie was working on was damaged or compromised in any way when the accident occured-this episode is also another fine example of Mikey showing off his smarts and saving his brother only to have his hard work be completely dismissed), I do admit that he’s messed up and has been in the wrong at times too. I fully acknowledge that Mikey’s flawed, just like his brothers are (even if Leo’s put on a blooming pedestal as if he weren’t-I have salty feelings about that, just like the rest of the fandom apparently, but that’s a rant for another day)…I’m just tired of this being done to Mikey over and over and over and over again.

Mikey literally saving the freaking world, using his own unique creative cleverness to do it, only to have his heroics be 100% blown off immediately after he did it (as if it never happened) is just the straw that broke the camel’s back to me.

Originally posted by allreactions

cesy  asked:

Thank you for the responses! And yes, any order is fine, and feel free to skip any that don't speak to your muse or whatever. If Nursey joins the NHL after Samwell, what could that look like? Would he ever drop out of Samwell if he got an NHL offer?

((I had to bounce my ideas off a few people so thank @des-zimbits @yoursummerfrost  and @samwell-womens-hockey   for the assist))

This question is interesting because of its specificity. I think since there’s already a canonical narrative in place for Jack finishing up college, we can assume a similar narrative for Nursey quite easily. But what you’re asking is if he’d “risk it for the biscuit” (this is something frat boys say I swear)

Something to consider: is he pre or post diagnosis

lets go with pre first. So he’s a known dreamer. He’s big on making grand fantasies and he’s a pretty capable guy. Being the antiestablishment guy he is, he’s probably been disillusioned by a degree in creative writing. As I discuss in my first post, he has a really hard accepting feedback from critiques. He’ll only listen to so much of it; it sours his mood quite quickly; and in the long run, he doesn’t think it improves his skills that much. He can always go back to school, but the NHL wants him NOW. What if he’s reached his peak and this is his only shot to be a pro athlete? (He thought extreme FOMO was just a symptom of youth, not of BPD) Also, you have that impulsiveness telling him he has to do it, how could he not do it? 

Cue concerned Eric Bittle asking Derek if he’s talked to Jack yet. (Nursey grumbling about how he doesn’t want to be talked out of it)

Here are some gems from the Jack Laurent Zimmermann fatherly “wtf are you doing” talk:

Okay, realistically, how many games are they talking about dressing you for? What if you get sent down to the AHL? How long is your career likely to be? Do you know anyone in this city?

Has an agent looked over your contract? What’s stopping them from paying you to warm a bench all season?

Or worse, NOT paying you to warm a bench all season, but preventing you from playing for anybody else?

So in short: Nursey not knowing he has BPD doesn’t mean that he’s alone. It does, however, mean that his first season would be harder. (Cue SMH crew having his back and him getting help)

Ok now for post-diagnosis options:

He’s probably constantly going back and forth. He still wants it just as much, but now he’s really fucking freaked out about how much of that is him talking and how much is this a lowkey terrible idea spurred by his BPD

at the end of the day if he’s talked it through with his therapist and his parents, maybe it’s not the safest choice, it’s still his adult decision to make. I think there’s a lot there about talking about the lifestyle change and getting him settled and having ways to communicate effectively with a new coaching staff about his needs

Tangent: Nursey’s agent because he’s too good not to talk about 

(thank Lis) 

If Shitty had a spiritual twin, it would be this guy. Idk where Jack found him but:

“I didn’t sleep last night but I now know Everything about you as a player, these guys can’t get one up on us” *slugs a redbull*

“Bob Zimmermann tapped me as your agent yesterday and I don’t have a change of clothes but I did spray myself with Febreze in the airport bathroom, let’s do this”

Aka Derek Nurse’s support system is filled with similarly flawed but highly capable people

Ok and now back to some NHL Nursey with BPD thoughts 

((because I need to give every team some love and because either way, if Nursey’s made it this far, he’s discussed the realities of being signed onto a not as great team))

Cue: Nursey as a Colorado Avalanche. 

Watch his instagram be the most followed account of any NHL player because he’s got those gorgeous mountains and scenery all over the place. He would totally live in Boulder (correction: he would live in Fort Collins if it weren’t so far from Denver to commute there regularly). You yes, imagine your queer hipster Nursey hitting up eclectic shops on Pearl Street. ((I just realized that most NHL contracts probably prohibit snowing boarding, but it’s ok, there are other things t do in the winter.))

Can Nursey be friends with the ladies that dance jog across Boulder every Wednesday morning? I think he can. I also think he becomes a microbrew snob and as long as he doesn’t over do it. 


Because Joe Sakic enjoys fucking me in the ass–Nursey would get traded (despite being their best dman). And yea it would send him through a loop, but he’s got his family, his friends, his “people” and (insert love interest(s) here). So he’ll manage after some adjustment. 

Because I am constantly negotiating the longevity of pro players’ careers in all my fics, I had to ask how long does he stay in the NHL. The consensus was he’d take it one step at a time. He’d have to deal a lot with the uncertainties of being traded and resigned (but he can manage). And he’d get his name on the Cup once or twice (who am I kidding, it’s Nursey. Three times, take it or leave it) 

and then because Lis said “Well I could also see Nursey lowkey expecting every season to be his last and then one day they’re like ‘It’s your tenth season and you’re still going strong!! How’s it feel?’” I responded with “in the most Nursey move ever ‘huh, I have been playing for ten years, well I guess that’s enough of that’”

And that’s how Nursey goes back to college at 32  

anonymous asked:

If you don't mind me asking, what fic of yours was plagiarized ?

More than one. Several. Many.

Here’s the thing, anon. Plagiarism isn’t just solely a word for word copy and paste scenario. It’s dishonest appropriation. It’s taking another author’s “language, thoughts, ideas and expressions” (thanks Wikipedia), down to the syntax, and posing it as your own work without credit or acknowledgment. If it were as simple as ‘copy and paste’, I would have gone ahead and resolved it already. But it’s more complex and upsetting than what you might think. 

I don’t believe you can get away with such trite examples of plagiarism these days. Firstly, because technology is too advanced: at my university, you had to hand in not just a physical copy of your papers, but an electronic one, and it had to be submitted through an online program, where it would run ENTIRE academic web bases against your submission– checking not only for stolen words, but stolen structure, syntax, language, and ideas. It could do that, which made the prospect of stealing and not acknowledging your sources much scarier. Secondly, our core fandom is not as large as others on Tumblr, so to simply copy and paste other people’s words without embellishment is a fool’s task, because it will eventually be unveiled by some of our more ardent readers. 

So the kind of plagiarism that made my ass sad and salty is something not everyone is going to pick up on. And if people have trouble picking up on it, who’s to say they will even agree that it is plagiarism? I know it’s plagiarism. I’ve had it confirmed. But to say that my writing style, my language, my tone, my structure, my syntax, my imagery, my scenes have been dishonestly appropriated and imitated without credit is not the same as pointing a finger at plagiarism that is more tangible and obvious. This is part of the reason why I am having a hard time dealing with this, and why I am still figuring it out. Not to mention the fact that I know this person, and it hasn’t only been one time, which makes it all the more heartbreaking. 

I will be honest with you, anon: at this stage, I don’t know what to do. Even if it gets out, it might be ugly. And if it is, who wants to come online to that crap? Who cares enough to want to embroil themselves and their blogs with that shade of ugly? If it gets resolved privately, I can not imagine a scenario where I will be back and writing and chilling on Tumblr; where I have to pretend it’s all hunky-dory while the person in question gets to go on their way enjoying the benefits of having imitated my work. Could you? Would that not be painful if it happened to you?

So I don’t know, friend. I simply don’t know. I’ve logged in today because the only thing I can say now is how grateful I am, from the bottom of my heart, for the kind messages you guys have sent my way. I would like to reply individually, but I hope you can understand if I do not do so straight away.

(Having said that, there’s this one anon who has dropped by my inbox to leave those ‘if you receive this it means you make someone happy! Pass it on! Etc etc’ messages, which has been lovely, but they’ve left so many I now feel obligated to pass the message on one thousand times. LOL. Whoever you are, thank you. You gave me a good laugh.)

I’m sorry if this content on my blog has disappointed you. Trust me when I say there is no one more disappointed than me. Thank you so much for those who bothered to express solidarity and support. They may have just been words to you, but I promise that they meant the world to me and my sad, salty and wishy-washy ass. Thank you. I know now who I can count on. 

Stay frosty out there, friends. And for real, mate: make all our online lives easier and don’t fucking plagiarise.

Translation Script of Eureka Seven AO Final Episode: One More Time - Lord Don't Slow Me Down

After some 4 years, and almost pretty much out of nowhere, they decided to make a Pachinko Game for Eureka 7 AO. To promote this, they created this new final episode, which was split into 5 ~5 Minutes ONAs released over the span of 3 month, before being followed up by the announcement of the Hi-Evolution movies.

Despite being a promotion for the pachinko game it really has nothing to do with it at all. Instead, it’s the full version of the last two minutes of Episode 24 of the TV series, with some details being retconned.
As such, you either ought remember a good deal of the show or have to rewatch it. 

It’s legally and freely avaible to watch on the Pachinko Game Sammy Cooperation’s Channel on Youtube.
They actually made some effort to have all on screen writings in both Japanese and English, but no subs are available. 

I kind of really enjoyed this episode. Nobody has bothered making a translation as far as I can see, so here is mine. 
 (Although chances are high most E7 lovers who don’t really like the AO Season probably don’t care anyway I suppose…) 

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Edmund x reader: I don't like it when we fight

“Lucy, I just can’t believe he did that!” You fumed, pacing around your friend’s room. Lucy sighed. You and Edmund had been in a rough patch recently, and it seemed like everything he did made you angry.

“I don’t think he meant…whatever he said.” She assured you, trying to sound comforting. You shook your head and brushed her off. Lucy just tried to comfort you even more. “Y/n, I’m serious. You know Edmund loves you.” At That, you let out an annoyed huff. You flopped onto Lucy’s bed and buried your face in her pillow.

“It just feels like nothing has been going right in our relationship lately, Luce. I don’t know what to do!” You felt the mattress sink next to you as Lucy sat down. “Y/n, can I tell you something?” You lifted your head slightly.

“Ever since you and my brother got together, Edmund has been happier than I’ve ever seen him before. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he didn’t used to smile so much, Y/n. You’ve changed him.”

You raised an eyebrow, encouraging her to continue. “Well, I guess all I’m saying is…your relationship is special. Neither of you should take that for granted.”

“But I think I have.”

Both you and Lucy jumped as you heard Edmund’s voice from outside the door. Lucy gave you a ‘I better go’ look and as Edmund opened the door, she scurried out. You bit your lip and sat up to face Edmund.

For a minute, there was complete silence as your boyfriend stood in the doorway, looking at the floorboards. “I’m sorry.” You said quietly. “I’m sorry too.” He replied, cautiously walking over to sit next to you.

“Is that true? I mean, what Lucy said?” You asked, looking him in the eye. Edmund hesitated for a second. Then, his lips curled into a small smile. “Yeah.” He turned his head to face you. “I don’t like it when we fight.” He said softly. “I don’t either.” You agreed.

You and Edmund looked at each other for a second, taking in the other’s features. There was a small pause before he slowly leaned in to kiss you. Your lips brushed against each other very delicately as your eyes fluttered shut. You broke apart slowly, but your eyes remained closed.

Once you opened them again, Edmund had moved closer to you and placed your head on his chest. You listened to his heart beat for a second before looking up at his smiling face.


You had forgotten about Lucy. But you’d deal with her later. Even if it was her room. “I think a thank-you is in order?” She said loudly from the hallway. Edmund chuckled softly and kissed your cheek as he shouted a “Thanks Lu.” to his sister. You didn’t like to fight with Edmund. But you liked making up.

~I don’t really know how I feel about this one, so tell me what you think. If you guys have any requests for imagines involving Narnia, send them to me so I can start writing something new. Thanks again for everything, guys!~

causeimamerican  asked:

Oh my god I just love the Family AU it's just so amazing and ahh!!! Thanks for the link for the fic I was actually going to ask how Keith would react to Lance saying he hated him That aside how would Shiro and the kids react to Keith being sick? (It's okay if you don't answer I know you get a lot of asks so just thanks for all the wonderful and fluffy Voltron Family posts!!)

Thank you!! I’m happy to know you love The Voltron Family AU! :D I find it quite amusing how there’s always have to be the opposite side. Like, there’s one where Shiro is away and Keith handles the kids alone, and then there’s one where Keith is the one who’s away and Shiro handles the kids. I’m guessing this ask is from when Shiro is sick and Keith and the kids tried helping him? If so, I’m definitely going to answer this one lmao (but honestly you’re welcome! i love making these voltron fam posts! 8D)

Keith is sick and he’s lying on the bed. Shiro wanted to take a leave at the hospital but Keith told him that it’s different if he’s the one who’s sick because Keith can just work from home–Shiro cannot. 

Keith: You can’t bring your patients at home, Shiro. Don’t be ridiculous. I can handle myself. It’s just a fever. No big deal. *coughs* *shoos him away*
Shiro: *frowns* Make sure you call me though if anything happens okay? I’ll take the kids to school. I’ll drop by to check on you at lunch.
Keith: *rolls his eyes* Yeah yeah, Mum.
Shiro: Don’t forget your paracetamol. And drink heaps of water.
Keith: *pushes him weakly off the bed* Just go will you?
Shiro: *kisses Keith on the lips*
Keith: I’m sick. Oh my god.
Shiro: *smirks* We can share it. In sickness and in health remember?
Keith: *raises an eyebrow* Are you seducing me, Takashi Shirogane?
Shiro: Is it working? 
Keith: *very very monotone* On I am turned.
Shiro: *laughs* So snarky even when you’re sick. Shit. I’m so turned on right now. *eyes widens but laughs at his own joke*
Keith: I can’t believe we’re flirting while I’m sick. Just go you dumb turtle!

True to his word, Shiro did come back at lunch to check on Keith and then returned again to the hospital. The kids arrived with Shiro after picking them up from school.

Hunk: *tugs Shiro’s hand* *hears Keith’s cough echoing inside the house* Daddy Keith doesn’t sound good. *frowns* I have an idea. *lets go of Shiro’s hand and walks towards his room* 
Lance: So can we go see him now or are we still not allowed in the room? Back then when you were sick, Daddy Keith allowed us to see you. Why won’t you? *frowns*
Shiro: You might get infected, buddy. Daddy Keith is really really sick.
Pidge: Just let him wear a mask then! *frowns* I wanna see Daddy Keith. I want to show him my perfect score.
Shiro: I’m sure you do, sweetheart. Why don’t you two go to Hunk’s room first while I check on your Daddy then I’ll get you three to see him? How’s that sound?
Pidge and Lance: *nods and goes to Hunk’s room*

After a while, while Shiro and Keith were in their room, there was a knock on their door.

Lance: Can we come in now? We have a surpri–
Pidge: *whispers* Stupid Lance! Don’t say that!!!
Lance: *whispers* Oooops! Sorry I didn’t mean to!!
Keith and Shiro: *looks at each other curiously*
Shiro: Yeah, you can come in now.

The kids open the door only to reveal Hunk, Pidge and Lance with paper crowns on top of their heads coloured by them. Shiro and Keith smiled.

Lance: *announces proudly* Prince Lance, Princess Pidge and Prince Hunk has arrived to visit His Royal Highness King Keith.
Keith: *hands on his chest* Oh my. What have I done to deserve your glorious visit, Prince Lance, Prince Hunk and Princess Pidge?
Pidge: We have been informed by your Royal Adviser Daddy Shiro that you were sick. It has come to our attention that we must pay the King a visit to see ourselves to make sure our kingdom is still in one piece. 
Shiro: *whispers to Keith* I’m your Royal Adviser? I’m not even your husband here. Unbelievable.
Keith: Ah, as you can see. My Royal Adviser turned husband King Shiro is ruling in my stead. You have nothing to worry about. *winks at Shiro*
Shiro: I have been promoted. *laughs*
Hunk: We bring gifts, King Keith and King Shiro! *holds out a stack of papers messily stapled together to make it look like a book* May we sit beside you in bed so we can read you our stor–I mean our gift?
Keith: *looks at Shiro*
Shiro: *smiles* *turns to the kids acting all serious* King Shiro allows you. *nods and gestures to Keith’s side*

All three kids just kinda dropped their acts and rushed towards the bed to sit beside their Daddy Keith.

Lance: It was Hunk’s idea, Daddy Keith! We made you a storybook!
Pidge: Cause we know you’ve read all the books here so we thought of making you a new one!!
Keith: *turns to Hunk* *restrains himself from coughing* Did you really?
Hunk: I did! *grins* I hope you like it!

So Hunk opened their hand-made storybook and Lance, Pidge and Hunk took turns doing different voices. It was a story of two kings who found three kids and adopted them to be their children. They go to different kingdoms and they would fight dragons. Then King Keith and King Shiro were taken by the evil witch. Princess Pidge was the one who took on the evil witch with her sword alongside with Prince Lance with his bow and arrows, while Prince Hunk tried to look for the two kings while the witch was distracted. In the end, the witch was defeated and the two kings were saved and they all lived happily ever after.

Keith was crying and that caused the three kids to panic.

Hunk: Oh no! Daddy Keith are you okay?
Keith: *wipes tears* Yeah, yeah. I’m okay.
Lance: Did you like our story?! 
Keith: *nods while still wiping his tears*
Pidge: Then why are you crying if you liked it? *frowns*
Shiro: Let’s just say your Daddy Keith is crying tears of joy.
Lance: Bet he was impressed by Prince Lance’s shooting skills!
Keith: *smiles* I loved it. *sniff* I loved everything about it.
Three kids: *beams and hugs their Daddy Keith*
Keith: Can I keep it though? The storybook I mean.
Three kids: OF COURSE YOU CAN!!! *laughs*

When the kids left, Keith just sobbed into his hands while shaking.

Shiro: Keith? Are you sure you’re okay?
Keith: I’m so emo wtf. *laughs weakly thru his tears* I love them so much. *coughs* *voice gets muffled by his hands* I wanna kiss all of you but I’m sick and it sucks! *coughs*
Shiro: *laughs* Well I’m always ready to accept your sick kisses.
Keith: *punches him softly* I told you not to seduce me while I’m sick, Shirogane! *laughs* *coughs*

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can you write 13 for Keith? (cuz he's my babe.)

13 from [this list]: running a 39/102 fever

surprise, this is my first time writing a character with the flu since 2013 *jazz hands* i guess you could say i’ve avoided it like the plague? but anyways, i hope it’s okay. pre-relationship college au klance.

(also, this was supposed to be ~100 words. instead it ended up being a long unstylized wreck.)

The door swings open. Keith doesn’t bother to change; he drops his backpack onto the ground, kicks off his shoes, stumbles down the hallway. It’s been a long day. He’s going to sleep.

His bedroom is an entire fifteen feet away from the door, which isn’t that far, all things considered. Except, a few steps forward are enough to send his vision swimming, and he has to lean onto a wall because his legs aren’t enough to support him on their own.


His head is pounding and everything’s too hot, too bright. God, he really needs sleep. Maybe two all-nighters in a row wasn’t the best idea. If only he could just get to the damn bed.

He staggers forward, one hand gripping the wall so hard his knuckles are turning white. The floor is cool and nice and a nice alternative for his bed, he thinks. He contemplates laying down right then and there and going to sleep.

Except, then the fifteen feet are over, and he’s leaning heavily against the doorframe to his room, energy sapped. He takes a few steps and practically collapses face-first onto the bed, not bothering to properly pull the covers over himself.

His phone is still in his hoodie pocket, and it’s getting crushed by his weight. Heaving a sigh, Keith pulls the device from his pocket and sets it on the nightstand beside him, not bothering to look up. He’ll skip class tomorrow, he guesses.

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606-707  asked:

Hello! thanks for creating this blog <3 I really love both games~ I wanted to read the rules but the link doesn't work so feel free to don't do it if it goes against them. We know that Nameless mc's friends are girls so can I request a scenario where they are boys and are really close with her and how would Lance and Yeonho react or feel?(maybe in the time when they were developing feelings for her) If you want you can do it with Yuri, Red and Tei. Thank you~

Shoot I thought I had the links already set up, sorry about that! But they’re already fixed, thanks for letting me know. It doesn’t go against the rules anyway so here’s your request, love! I decided to do it with all my precious nuggets~


  • In his eyes, your friends are idiots.
  • Idiotic little pricks whose voices he cannot stand, especially that one annoying blond who dozes off during student government meetings.
  • And every single time you invite him to one of your study group sessions, he can’t help but sigh and give you the cold shoulder.
  • It is absolutely appalling that you’d think he of all people would agree to it. Doesn’t he deal with enough at home and school? 
  • Only for you to expect him to join you and your friends, and have him be the teacher and cringe and sigh in frustration the whole time?
  • It irks him. He feels actual physical pain, his heads throbs.
  • Why can’t you just…? U g h
  • He’s happy to oblige when you ask for his help, and actually, he’d rather spend time with you and you only.
  • And yes, alright, perhaps he feels insecure and a little jealous.
  • Perhaps he can’t help himself and glances at you and your friends from the back of the classroom, wishing he was in their place.
  • It takes ridiculous amounts of reassurance to ease his jealousy, and some time to get him used to your friends.
  • Maybe a little peck here and there.
  • There’s a chance he’ll even let you tease him but only with a price.
  • wink wonk.
  • His rosy cheeks when you get him flustered are the cutest thing.


  • He doesn’t think much of it at first, but as you grow closer, his insecurities start creeping in only to resurface in the worst of ways.
  • And then a sudden realization hits him hard in the face.
  • It happens the day he has cleaning duties and stays at school while you go to Banjul to study with your friends.
  • You have all these people who could easily push him to the back until you lose sight of him, people that don’t have to try twice as hard to earn your love and affection. 
  • Besides, he’s realized he wants something more from you.
  • That thing that comes naturally when you’re with Soi and Shinbi.
  • Trust, closeness, support, he wants all of that.
  • By the time he’s done with his duties, he bursts into tears while he waits and waits for you to come get him, his thoughts getting the best of him.
  • When you finally arrive, he throws himself into your arms and holds onto your sweater like his life depends on it, squeezing and twisting the fabric while sobbing uncontrollably.
  • The only possible solutions for this mess are 1) to talk it out until your throats are sore and 2) carefully insert him into the group.
  • It’s not an easy task, it takes A LOT of time and effort, but once he gets to know the boys and befriends them, you pretty much lose them all.
  • Wait no that’s not right.
  • Um what the heck Yeonho you traitor.


  • Out of all the dolls, he’s the least concerned one.
  • Those petty boys don’t stand a chance against him, come on.
  • Besides, there’s no way in hell his honey has such horrible taste in men.
  • Does he get jealous, though? As in real, ugly and unbearable jealousy?
  • I doubt you could tell.
  • He may not even recognize that emotion in particular considering he has a hard time figuring his feelings for you already.
  • Admittedly, they are good boys that care deeply about you, but he’s not gonna tell you that.
  • And as long as they’re not Tei, it’ll be okay, you’ll be okay.
  • If he notices there’s something else going on between you and one of your friends, he’ll take step back.
  • He’s not gonna throw a fit, he won’t shove his jealousy on your face, he’ll just distance himself and let you be happy.
  • The only responses you’re gonna get are, if you’re lucky enough, some half-assed snarky comments and a sad, somber smile. 
  • Unless, of course, you come clean about your feelings.
  • You have to pretty much let him know in the most obvious ways that it’s him who you want, not your friends.
  • Only then, after witnessing and experiencing something sincere, will he realize it’s nothing like he thought it was.
  • And he’ll feel oddly relieved.


  • Oh boy.
  • Stoic, wise and always kind and overattentive, Prince Sunshine doesn’t seem to have a problem with it.
  • Since you’re, well, surrounded by boys 24/7, this is relatively okay or so he appears to believe.
  • Yet the moment you decide to lay your eyes on him and feed this obsessive feeling he holds for you, things get unsteady.
  • He drops hints and asks vague questions about your connection with these classmates of yours.
  • He keeps an eye on the three of you whenever you pay him a visit at Banjul and keeps his cool effortlessly.
  • You poor thing have no idea what’s going inside his head.
  • He’s barely holding on to his remaining sanity and fears what he’s capable of doing to you.
  • And he figures it’s best for both parties to distance himself from you.
  • Because he wants to interfere so badly he’s digging his nails into his palms to stop himself from committing a crime.
  • Even if you manage to fix this mess, he’ll still feel wary towards them.
  • You have to show him how much he means to you and have him understand that Soi and Shinbi are just your friends.
  • But you have to be careful not to accept his unhealthy ways because that would turn into a whole ‘nother mess.


  • It’s not a big deal, right?
  • Yeah, you do seem to share quite an intimate relationship with your friends, but that seems to be it? Nothing else?
  • If anything, he tends to talk to them due to his friendly nature and they get along pretty well.
  • That boy Shinbi makes him laugh in the weirdest ways, and Soi is… Soi, but he can tell how much they care for you.
  • Overall he’s cool with it until that one time when they manage to rescue you from a dangerous situation instead of him.
  • His heart isn’t just broken, it’s burnt into ashes.
  • And he starts wondering if you’re interested in them in a different sense.
  • After all, they are your heroes while he’s failed to save you.
  • Regardless of his sadness and jealousy, he goes all the way to let you know he fully supports your decision yet simultaneously distances himself from you.
  • Never keeping his eyes off of you, of course, he’ll always be there to protect you. 
  • This leads to a few misunderstandings and you’re forced to spell it out for him because baby boy is so oblivious.
  • I mean he’s smart and perceptive enough to pick up certain things, but like, the wrong ones.
  • After that, he laughs it off like it’s nothing.
  • Poor thing is so embarrassed.

officialhannahdahuman  asked:

Thank you for your advice on the replacing "im sorry" with "thank you" it really makes sense and I will start using it soon!!! :) btw- I have a question too if you don't mind answering: my best friend's younger sibling has come out (at least to us) as trans. I want to support them even though their parents aren't and as a trans person, what would you suggest that I do that I wouldn't have even thought of because I'm cisgender. Thank you!!!!!!! ^u^

great question! i’m encouraging any trans people who might read this to reblog with their own thoughts on how to be a good ally & how to support your trans friends. here’s a couple ideas off the top of my head:

  • educate yourself. here’s a list of frequently asked questions about transgender individuals. knowing how to talk to and educate others about trans identities can be really helpful, since it can get exhausting as a trans person to have to constantly defend your own identity and educate others about trans rights & trans issues
  • go to the bathroom with your trans friend. even if your friend identifies as a binary gender (male or female) and passes as that gender, it can still be nerve-wracking and anxiety-producing walking alone into a bathroom full of cis people. 
  • offer moral support and accompany your friends. if your trans friends are in the process of updating their gender marker on documentation or going through a legal name change, that process can be overwhelming and stressful. making phone calls to get information or accompanying your friend to the passport agency/name change location, etc, can be really helpful.
  • buy pads and tampons for them! if your friend has a monthly cycle, there’s a good chance they’ll need products like pads and tampons, and for lots of trans people, the thought of going to the store and having to purchase those products on their own can be terrifying and humiliating. pick up pads and tampons for your trans friends, and keeping some on you is a good idea in general. additionally, a diva cup can be purchased for around $30 and is an investment that will last several years, eliminating the need to make trips to the store for pads and tampons. 
  • pick up prescriptions for them. often at the pharmacy, when a prescription is ready the pharmacist will call out the name to everyone waiting. for trans people, hearing their birth name can cause stress/anxiety/dysphoria, and hearing their birth name announced to a room full of strangers can be even worse. have your friends refill their prescriptions online and you can be the one to go pick it up for them - all you’ll need to know is their date of birth.
  • correct anyone who misgenders your friends. NOTE: only do this if your friends are openly out as trans, otherwise you risk outing them to people who may not know about their gender identity yet. if your friend is out as trans and someone uses the wrong name or pronoun, gently remind or inform them of your friend’s correct name/pronouns, and be ready to educate them on trans identities if necessary. 
  • don’t out anybody or share their personal information with others. just because someone confides in you about their identity, or anything related to their transition doesn’t give you the right to share those details with other people, or to go around telling people that your friend is transitioning/getting surgery/changing their name, whatever the case may be. ask “is it alright if i share this information with so-and-so or would you rather this stay between us?” be respectful.
  • know your terms & be aware of the language you use. a lot of trans people are uncomfortable with certain body parts or certain adjectives used to describe those body parts. as an example, it’s not ok to refer to a trans man’s chest as “boobs” – that’s his chest. as another example, it is better to say that someone was “assigned [male/female] at birth” rather than “born a boy/born a girl”, etc. talk to your trans friends and ask what they’re comfortable with. if you don’t have trans friends you can talk to directly and you have questions about certain words or phrases, feel free to shoot me a message!
  • realize that being trans can be scary. just because you see a news headline about a trans person getting assaulted or murdered/harassed/denied medical coverage, whatever the case may be, does NOT mean you have to share that with your trans friends. we already know how high the murder and violence and suicide rates are. think carefully about the subjects you bring up and the things you share with your trans friends, as chances are most of us are already dealing with way too much negativity. every bit of positivity and reassurance helps :)
  • be available for support, but don’t pry. transitioning, identity, dysphoria, pronouns, bathrooms, surgeries, coming out, etc, is a lot to deal with, and a lot of the time it can feel like a big stressful mess of thoughts up in our minds. don’t press your trans friends for details or try to pry into their minds just to satisfy your own curiosity. make it clear that you are available to listen and to help in any way you can, but let that be on their terms, not yours.
  • don’t say things like “gender doesn’t matter to me”. it may seem like the most political thing to say that you don’t “see” gender, and that whichever way a trans* person identifies in gender terms doesn’t matter to you. but this isn’t helpful. gender roles are socially constructed, and to live in society means to be exposed to ideas and regulations of gender identity/expression, etc. gender is very much coded into the world that we live in, and in that sense it matters a lot. your friends’ experiences of their own gender is highly personal, and to say that gender is irrelevant to you invalidates the ongoing experiences and difficulties that your trans friends face while grappling with their own concepts of gender. 

thanks for being an ally & thanks for the awesome question <3 

anonymous asked:

Hello ! You are a wonderful person. I saw some days ago you tagged a post with ptsd and i have that too. Since I'm 4yo with depression and all; I'm not here to ask for anything, I just wanted to tell you that whatever happened, it'll be over. Whatever it is. U deserve good things and u are worth it. You don't have to publish this ask or reply. I suppose telling u that can trigger smthg, I apologize if that's the case. But know that you deserve good things and you are not alone.

Ugh I needed to hear this


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