i don't know if these are close enough

there’s a really important difference between “I love this villainous evil character because they make the story way more interesting but I recognise that they’re a terrible person who deserves to be dropkicked into the sun” and “I love this villainous evil character and I will defend them with my life they are a precious sinnamon roll here’s 10,000 words of meta about why their behaviour is justified here’s 8000 angsty headcanons about how they’re secretly insecure and probably abused here’s my dubious justification for why they deserve a completely unearned redemption arc even though they’ve shown zero remorse or desire to change at all yes I know they gleefully murdered a bunch of people but if you look really closely at this screenshot you’ll see their dad didn’t give them enough attention as a child so actually they’re the real victim here” 

Guarded
  • ENTP's friend: I'm such a guarded person.
  • ENTP: (talking to INFP and INFJ "freely" gives away some "secrets" about self)
  • ENTP's friend: I don't know how you can just tell people your life story...
  • *later that day*
  • ENTP: (pokes INTP) Hey, remember my guarded friend?
  • INTP: Vaguely.
  • ENTP: Close enough. What do you think of how she doesn't like to reveal things about herself?
  • INTP: Well, if you don't have much to guard, you'll be that much more careful about what you reveal, right? One coin from a small storehouse is more noticeable than your ENTP warehouse of "WTF-where-did-all-this-sh*t-come-from?!".
  • ENTP: lol
  • INTP: You know it's quite amazing because people think you're being honest and social when you tell a story from your past because the level of detail and theatrics that go into the story-telling, but you really only tell 12-13% of what really happened.
  • ENTP: 12-13%?
  • INTP: Yes, and that's usually enough for people to open up to you and spill one of their valuable guarded secrets. *sigh* Humans are so easily manipulated.
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How we need another soul to cling to - Sylvia Plath

kiirdonel  asked:

RFA+V+Saeran with an MC who touches them distractedly a lot, like not in a sexual way or a ticklish way, but just absentmindedly touching their skin as if it's physically comforting for the MC to know the one they love is right beneath their fingertips. If you've got too many, don't worry about it though. ^-^

I feel like some of this is very close to the fine line between ‘cute and soft’ and ‘cheesy and cringey’  so I guess I’ll leave it to you guys to decide which side of the line it’s on lol


Yoosung:

  • he finds it oddly intimate
  • every time you do it his entire body heats up with a weird kind of mix between embarrassment and pride
  • she’s touching me she loves me
  • it really helps to calm his anxieties about not being good enough for you
  • he especially likes it when you do it in public, because it shows everyone that you belong to each other and that you’re not ashamed to be with him
  • it always sends tingles throughout his body and makes him shiver in the best way
  • he probably gets all sulky if you haven’t done it in a while, or didn’t do it for as long that time
  • he just really likes how it feels ok

Zen:

  • he thinks it’s super adorable
  • it makes him grin like an idiot whenever he feels you doing it
  • he’ll often do it back in response because he loves the innocence of the whole thing
  • he’s sometimes worried it’ll awaken ‘the beast’ but honestly, it never usually does
  • it’s too soft and pure and he doesn’t want to corrupt that
  • the most it ever leads to is a soft kiss, because it makes his heart swell with love and sometimes he can’t resist it
  • it makes him feel so fuzzy

Jaehee:

  • she’s really not used to affectionate physical contact, and so it surprises her at first
  • she might jump a little when she feels it the first few times because she isn’t expecting it
  • you instantly apologise and say it’s just a habit you have with people you care about
  • and she’s like… me?! you care about me?!
  • once she’s used to it, it soothes her a hell of a lot
  • if she’s ever stressed over something all she has to do is sit with you for a little while and feel your fingers dancing over her skin and it’ll calm her down
  • she kind of melts into it when it happens, because she’s never felt this loved in her entire life

Jumin:

  • every time he feels your fingers brushing against him, it makes his heart leap a little
  • he’s not used to this kind of loving touch
  • whenever women have flirted with him before, they touched him in an awkward, flirty way, but this is different
  • he didn’t realise that a simple touch could feel so good
  • you often don’t notice when you’re doing it, and he never points it out because he doesn’t want you to get embarrassed and stop
  • he’s never quite sure how to respond to it, because he doesn’t have much experience with this kind of thing
  • so he settles for just closing his eyes and allowing himself to let down his guard for little while

707:

  • the first few times it happens he kind of tenses up and freezes
  • he’s not used to any kind of physical contact with people, and he doesn’t feel like he deserves your affection
  • you usually don’t notice his strange reaction, so you continue
  • after a few moments he relaxes into it, and every time it happens he gradually gets more and more comfortable
  • and he finds that he actually really loves it, because it shows that you genuinely do love him, which is always something he worries about
  • he worries he’s not good enough for you and that you’ll get sick of him, but this helps him forget that
  • it helps calm him down and focus on nothing but you for a few moments
  • it’s like you guys are the only people in the entire universe
  • and he ends up finding himself subconsciously picking up the habit too
  • he loves the physical contact and the constant reminder you’re here with him

Saeran:

  • at first it makes him jump every time you touch him
  • he’s kind of twitchy and definitely not used to gentle, physical contact
  • he knows you don’t do it on purpose, and honestly he’s not entirely sure how he feels about it at first
  • he tries to put up with it because he doesn’t want to make you feel bad about it, and he kind of wants to figure out how it makes him feel
  • eventually, after he manages to push past the initial anxiety, he realises it’s actually kind of… nice
  • your touch is never harsh or aggressive, and so this gives him a taste of the kind of human contact he isn’t used to
  • he never knows how to respond, and usually just sits there while you do it, totally hyperaware of every movement
  • it sends his brain into overdrive every time
  • he really doesn’t feel like he deserves any kind of love
  • and he’s always been scared of abandonment, but whenever you do it he questions how he could possibly ever be scared of you leaving

V:

  • he’s big on touch too
  • and as it turns out, he has pretty much the same habit
  • whenever you’re near each other, you’re always touching in some way
  • maybe he’ll be stroking your thigh and you’ll be tracing patterns on his arm
  • he loves it because of how intimate it feels, and it also reassures him that you’re there and that you love him
  • it helps soothe him whenever he’s feeling down
  • and it helps him realise that there are different kinds of love in the world
  • strong and trusting love with Jumin, fast-paced and intense love with Rika, complicated and fragile love with Saeyoung, and then soft, gentle and pure love with you
  • neither of you really notice when it’s happening
  • it’s only once it’s stopped that you feel the absence of it
  • Glancing at the Silmarillion fandom from afar: Detailed descriptions, intense character relations and details, sons of fëanor 89% of the material, Melkor might be sassy but sauron is VERY sassy, fingon and maedhros are dedicated husbands okay, FËANOR FËANOR FËANOR
  • Actually reading the Silmarillion: hundreds of years of events are covered in like two pages, um I think the sons of fëanor are doing something like over there and over here maybe, Morgoth is sending out orcs, sauron is being mauled by a talking dog-- maedhros was held in captivity but you might have missed that if you weren't paying close enough attention and fingon was there but literally it's like a page moving on-- elu thingol is actually the only one with development here to be honest I don't know why he's so ignored-- also fëanor died like forever ago (men are kinda important to the story but elves
I don’t know how to be good enough for you. And I’m sick of trying.
—  🖤
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Sleight of Hand

They’re still staring each other down when the others shuffle into the room, a collective groan going up at the sight of them at each other’s throats once more.

“So,” Raven starts, conversational, “how do we think Clarke is going to murder Bellamy? Discuss.”

“Knife to the gut?” Miller muses, tapping a finger against his chin. “She’d want to draw it out.”

“She’ll push him off a high-rise.” Monty nods. “Messy, but satisfying.”

“I have it on good authority that she’ll disembowel him with nothing but a spoon and sheer willpower,” Clarke cuts in, dry, “but that’s just me.”

“You know, if you really wanted to get up close and personal with my body, all you had to do was ask.” Bellamy remarks, lips curling into a satisfied smirk when that pulls a scowl out of her.

Notorious criminal prodigy Bellamy Blake has been tasked with a seemingly impossible heist. Luckily enough, he just might have the right crew for it.

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cool suave tentacle seeks john 🍆

@wimpytentacleofficial moodboard

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took a study break to draw some more of my Kanas bc I haven’t done that in a while

[if ur curious about the other kana stuff, it is here]

Imagine a convo like this during the Orion Pax arc...
  • Orion: You... used Dark Energon? How?
  • Megatron: I... inserted it directly into my own spark, then I--
  • Orion: Hold on. Wait.
  • Orion (to Soundwave): Did he really...?
  • Soundwave: *nods*
  • Orion: Oh Primus, Creator of all, what THE FRAG were you thinking?!?
  • Megatron: *scoff* You don't think I could have handled the power?
  • Orion: YOU COULD HAVE DIED! I don't give a scrap heap about whether you could control it or not. Megatron, you placed the very essence of death and destruction into your spark chamber!
  • Orion: And what would have happened then? If you had ceased to function?
  • Orion: You constantly belittle Starscream's command-- publicly. It's clear to everyone who follows you-- and possibly our enemy-- that you don't want Starscream to lead! You waste his time and talents with the promise of leadership opportunities...
  • Megatron: *growls* I promise NOTHING.
  • Orion: ...Even when he performs his duties amicably and efficiently, you give him no reward. What message does that send to your troops?
  • Megatron: His reward is his life! The fact that I allow that traitorous mech to even function on my ship... he should be grateful.
  • Orion: ...So you don't actually trust him, or LIKE HIM enough to be a true heir to the Decepticons.
  • Megatron: No. I do not trust him.
  • Orion: Alright, then what about Soundwave?
  • Soundwave: *stops his work and quietly excuses himself. Nope, not doing this today.*
  • -- DOORS CLOSE --
  • Megatron: What about Soundwave? You know him too, he has been here since the beginning.
  • Orion: He may have been here the longest but he is not meant for as large a role as leader... and he knows it too.
  • Megatron: Soundwave is my most loyal. I trust him completely. The only reason I don't have him as my second is so that we can BOTH keep an optic on Starscream. Get to your POINT, Orion!
  • Orion: MY POINT IS THAT YOU DON'T THINK!
  • Orion: You disappeared for 3 years, leaving Starscream to care for and coordinate your armies.
  • Orion: He does a fine job continuing your expansion whether you like it or not, and even takes out a member of the primary Autobot squadron.
  • Orion: Energon production is not up significantly, but it's not down either-- likely the best anyone could have done in times like these.
  • Orion: But then you return, beating and tossing him this way and that, barely even acknowledging his work!
  • Orion: Your troops see this, and any respect Starscream has garnered during his time commanding has gone out the window.
  • Orion: And you MUST know this, somewhere in your processor. And I know you are also aware that Soundwave could not have filled your pedes in your absence, otherwise you would have specified as such.
  • Orion: But then what do you do? YOU STAB YOUR SPARK WITH A DARK ENERGY EVEN THOUGH YOU CANNOT COMPREHEND IT'S EFFECTS!
  • Orion: If you had died, Starscream could not resume his command after you laid waste to everyone's opinion of him. Soundwave could not have taken over because he simply could not handle it.
  • Orion: There would be a power vacuum. Any and all strong Decepticons within a few stellar cycles journey from here would compete for dominance, dividing your forces. The message would be lost... your armies, scattered.
  • Orion: The Autobots... would WIN.
  • Megatron: ....
  • Megatron: *gets up to loom over Orion/Optimus*
  • Megatron: You seem to have a lot to say for someone who has essentially been in stasis for millions of vorns.
  • Orion: *huff* All I'm saying is that you aren't using your intellect and prospective reasoning! You keep acting on your first instinct instead of thinking things through. What happened to the strategist? The gladiator with a plan?
  • Megatron: ...
  • Orion: ... talk to me. What is it about the Autobots that make you lose your focus?
  • Megatron: ...
  • Megatron: *knocks hand away* We will discuss this later, Orion.
  • Orion: ... do you even know what it's doing to your spark now? I doubt you can fully purge Dark Energon, as energy can neither be created nor destroyed.
  • Orion: *reaches out* Please... as your friend, I am asking you to seek medical attention... if only so we can better understand what must happen now.
  • Megatron: ...
  • Megatron: ... I have things I must attend to.
  • -- DOORS CLOSE --

“Is Bruce in here?” Tim figured he might be— Bruce spent a lot of time in the children’s wing of Wayne Enterprises. There were a dozen or so kids in daycare most weekdays, and Bruce liked to hang out.

Tim liked to hang out too. They had nice snacks, and he’d known most of the kids since they were toddlers. And sometimes naps were mandatory.

“Conference call,” Damian told him. (For someone who claimed to hate naps, snackfood, kids, and humanity in general, Damian also spent a lot of time in the children’s wing.) “I don’t know where.” 

He went back to what he was doing, which was arranging a set of pewter soldiers into a complex model of a battlefield, presumably for the benefit of the preschooler sitting next to him. 

“What’s this?”

“The Battle of Issus, 333 BC.”

“Right, obviously.” Tim decided he was curious, so he settled down on the mats to watch.  Damian finished his model; he pulled a marker from the art table and used it as a pointer. 

“Okay. This is the Macedonian army, outnumbered but in the better tactical position, south of the Pinarus River. Their leader is Alexander the Great. And this—” He pointed to his enemy line. “—is the Achaemenid Empire. They’re about to lose.”

Damian tapped his marker on the Macedonian right. “This is the companion calvary, Alexander’s elite force, and they—” he cut off when he noticed his pupil digging in the toy bin, clearly distracted. The kid came up with a battered Transformer, which he set behind Damian’s lines. 

“Elliot. Alexander did not have robots.”

“But,” said Tim, rummaging through the box himself, “did he have wizards?” He pulled a bearded magician out of the tub and held it up for Damian to see. 

“You know he didn’t.”

Tim passed the wizard to Elliot. “But what if he did?”

“Drake.”

“How would that go?”

Drake.”

“Abracadabra, Alexander!” Elliot yelled, gleefully smashing through Damian’s entire left flank.

“Damn it, Drake.” Damian sighed in frustration— not quite the rise Tim was hoping for, but still something. He dropped Elliot’s discarded robot back into the box.

“I don’t know what you were expecting,” Tim told him. “Elliot’s four. He’s too young for— what is this— military history?”

“He was doing fine before you showed up.” Damian started to re-erect his soldiers, but he gave it up after Elliot came in for a second pass. “Which is typical, isn’t it?”

“Good one.”

“Thank you.” Damian crossed his arms. “Fine. I’ll bite. When is he supposed to learn this kind of thing?”

“High school? Maybe never.”

“That can’t be right.”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“Frequently.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m getting a second opinion.”

“I’ll wait.”

Damian checked the room for potential allies. “Thomas?” he called over his shoulder, “You learned military strategy as a kid, right?”

Duke looked up from the book he was reading to a pair of kindergardeners. “Just you, man.”

“Told you.” Tim fished a bag of plastic ninja from the toy box and arranged them pointedly into a row. “How are you still surprised by this kind of thing?”

Damian glared at him. “Okay, first of all? I’m not a— hold on a second. Elliot!”

Elliot froze with a large, plastic dinosaur held aloft over the battlefield. He drew it sheepishly back to his chest. “Sorry.”

“Not in the calvary wing,” Damian told him. “You’ll scare the horses.”

“Here?” Elliot pointed to the front of the phalanx.

“Yes.”

“RAWR.”

“Aim for his center.” Damian turned back to Tim. “Anyway. Why are you still talking to me? I thought we had an agreement about unnecessary contact.”

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Free folk and kneelers are more alike than not.

Alys Karstark and Val + parallels (requested by anonymous)

ANGEL ੭  JEONGHAN

Contains : drabble, SMUT (?) !  

Group : SEVENTEEN

Member : Jeonghan/Yun Jeong Han

Words : + 0,5k

Summary : Jeonghan isn’t the angel everyone thinks he is.

Originally posted by wenjunhui


He is the guy they all warned you about.

He was fooling everyone with his soft features, bright smile, and god, his voice. He sounded like an angel, and he sure looked like one, and he knew it; blonde locks falling in front of his forehead, golden skin glowing under the sun, straight nose and rosy lips, sweet eyes behind the skinny frames of his glasses.
He could get anything and everything he wanted, and they were all fooled, and you were one of them.

Giving him everything he asked for, the sweet words falling from his lips boosting your ego everytime, and you craved for more. You needed him to look at you, you needed him to talk to you.

It was such a toxic friendship, because it was friendship, at first, or so you though. But everything became so much more when the mask fell, revealing his true self.

Cruel and harsh words falling from his lips like poison, it was like discovering a new person. His features would alterne in devilish smirks, his eyes narrow, piercing.
He had you wrapped around his finger, and he knew you wouldn’t leave, at least, you would beg for more.
And he was right.

Just a game, it was just a game for Jeonghan.

Yeah, he liked to play with you and see you eyes widen everytime he got closer, he liked how a breath would escape your lips, thinking he wouldn’t hear, when his fingertips gazed over the back of your hand.
He liked how frozen you were when his lips got closer, not knowing what to do, as if you never kissed someone.
He liked the look you had, like a deer caught in the headlights, when his lips ghosted over yours, but pulled away before anything happened.

God, he loved how dependent you were slowly becoming, silently begging for his touch.

It was funny, how he never really touched you, but you were still crawling back, hoping for something, anything.
And eventually, one night, he gave it to you.

He snapped out of nowhere, pushing your back into the nearest wall, maybe he was also craving for your touch, but you wouldn’t admit it. His lips crashed on yours, moving them hastily as his hands sneaked under your shirt.
You moaned, and fuck, he could listen to that everyday.
He cursed to himself at how soft your skin felt against his rough hands, eagerly digging his his nails in your flesh as he pressed his hips against yours.

He didn’t want to seem desperate, fuck, you were just another girl, right ?
He was so hard, hips bucking as he hungerly bit down on your shoulder, sucking and leaving a mark on your skin.

“J-Jeonghan.”, you moaned, head falling against the wall.

The boy growled, the sound coming from his chest. Dark eyes looking up at you, he quickly licked his lips, one of his hands wrapping around your neck.
You gasp, a gust of adrenaline taking over you as his thumb pressing on your throat, giving you just enough air, eyes half closed, heart pounding.

You caught your lower lip between your teeth, biting the tender flesh as his eyes burned into yours, he was getting harder just by looking at you, his hand looked so good wrapped around your neck.

“Yeah.”, he breathed, giving a hard thrust, feeling the outline of his dick agaisnt your heat, carefully watching as your closed your eyes, your mouth agape, “Whose baby are you ?”

18 years ago I remember my my mom being told over the phone that my brother would be spending 15 years in prison for gang related crimes and violence. He was barely a teenager. I was only 5 so I don’t remember much. But I remember my mom falling to the floor not being able to catch her breath. I remember seeing how much it broke her. I remember how much it eventually broke all of us. 18 years later and I’ve never seen her cry in the way she did, that night.

8 years ago I remember starting a new school, for the fourth time. Freshman year all the way until junior year I spent my lunches in the bathroom alone as I called my mom to keep me company, because I had no one else. I remember being an outcast, shy and nervous. I remember coming home crying after school every day praying for at least one friend. Hating myself for how “weird” I was. I call these years the lost years. I hated myself enough to ignore whatever I was. Even though, I was just me. I hated me.

4 years ago I remember it seemed like my entire life was crashing all at once. I came to realization with my sexuality, I fell in love with a girl who taught me so much about loving someone and how to be loved. Everything was perfect. Until we lost each other, leading to my first true heartbreak I ever had. Her religion kept us apart, and even out of each other’s life. The breakup was very sudden and heart aching. Just two weeks later my nephew had a seizure on his 15th birthday. No one knew the cause of it, it took doctors months to figure it out. He lost his ability to use his entire left side of his body, with severe bleeding in the brain. At 15, his life changed forever. A week later, my dad lands in the hospital for kidney failure. He couldn’t seem to shake the disease of alcoholism he’s been fighting since before I was even born. The doctor predicted a very short time frame to live. I remember how badly I cried over all three of these incidents, for almost a year straight. I remember praying to god to bring me someone to help cope, after losing my love, who was also my best friend. I remember being at work finding a quiet space to pray to god, as I cried, every day. I prayed so much for his help and strength. I thought I’d never get over it.

1 year ago I remember being in the most abusive relationship of my life. She would hit me in my sleep, forced sex on me as I refused, even in my sleep and refused to notice it as rape. She would threaten to kill me, call me fat. Cut me off from my friends and family. She would choke me until I cried, because that’s all she wanted to see. She wrecked my new vehicle I worked so hard for and put me thousands and thousands of dollars in debt. she played being the victim so well, that I had no one to be there for me. This was the very first time I ever not only thought, but also attempted suicide, and commonly self harmed myself.

I thought I’d never get over any of it.

It’s now 2017. It will be two years in June since my brothers been home, he’s married to his first love, with a one year old. He’s happy and he’s healthy and in love, my mom is married to a man who treats her in a way I’ve always hoped to see. My senior year of high school? It was beautiful. I not only met some amazing people, but I’ve grown to be more confident and love myself whether someone does or not. My nephew is now able to walk again and is currently gaining back his motor skills to speak again. My dad, he’s still alive and seems to be healthier than ever. Remember when I said I prayed for someone to be there for me? I soon after met my best friend Kathryn. Who has played a major role in my life and someone who I look up to everyday. She’s forever. And I finally built the courage to leave my abusive ex. It was terrifying, it was difficult but I did it. I learned to love myself again, it was a long and painful process but I did it. And I will continue to.

If I could tell my past self what I know now, it would be that things don’t last forever. And even the pain, sometimes it does stay but it’s something you learn to live with and soon enough appreciate, for reasons. Trauma happens, and sometimes more than once. But there’s so much comfort in knowing that a better day does exist. That no matter how bad things can be, there are better days. Hang in there, and take the moment to realize how far you’ve come. And appreciate the bad days for making the good ones so much more beautiful.

As bad as all of these are, as much as they all hurt and left marks upon me visible and not, it’s made me who I am today. I have a strong sense of self. I am proud of who I am and I love myself and understand who I am more than anyone else will and I don’t mind that. I enjoy my solitude and no longer cry or am scared when it occurs. And I’m aware of any unhealthy, toxic and abusive relations before they get close enough to me. What has happened made me strong, and has only made my heart ten million times bigger. And I want to spend the rest of my life helping and healing anyone I possibly can. Because I know I’m capable of doing so, and it is where I find the most happiness and comfort.. in another persons smile and forgiveness.

Keep on keeping on, all of you.

a concept: domestic jake & amy. one night jake stays a little later at the precinct to finish off some paper work for a case he just closed. on his way home he stops at a takeaway place for some chinese food for him & amy. he gets home and amy’s sitting on the sofa wearing sweats and one of jake’s hoodies, mindlessly going through the channels on the tv. he greets her with a forehead kiss and barely has enough time to set the chinese down in the coffee table before amy zeroes in on the pork buns. she asks him about the rest of his day while settling into his side, his arm automatically goes around her shoulders and pulls her close. they talk and eat and laugh and eat and end up falling asleep to late night reruns of friends.

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my two most favorite people in the world