i don't know if this will affect anything but i am going for it

Don't make my girlfriend cry.

(warning: long story)

Okay, so this was a good few years ago, back when I was in high school.

In case my username didn’t give it away, I am happily and openly gay af, and I came out at about 14, around year 9 in highschool (I’m British). And from that second on, I was even more of a target.

I was already the preferred bullying target. The school was aware of it, they were also aware that my family didn’t take kindly to this (in my previous school, my Mum had brought the police into school on the day where the younger kids were coming to see if they wanted to go there, because they weren’t doing anything about me being bullied) so pulled a big huff and puff smoke screen to try and make it seem like they were fixing the issue, though they never did anything.

I had plenty of small ‘regular’ or 'petty’ revenges throughout my years. Getting people kicked out of classes, forced into counselling, etc etc. But this is the big one.

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anonymous asked:

what about when the realize how brutal humans can be? like we don't always go for the physical attacks sometimes we attack them mentally with verbal attacks...

Hmm…that will most definitely happen.

Hope you enjoy this little blurb.

Also, some stronger language will be used here, just so ya’ know. And mention of alcohol abuse and suicide. If you are sensitive of that, don’t read it. It’s not directly said, but it is implied.


The tight bonds that held Xylion tentacles behind his back were really starting to hurt. Not only that, but the gloves he used to stop his mucus from affecting anything were still on, making it almost impossible for him to wriggle out. He was peeved, to say the least.

Captain Zellnor was next to him, his long face hung. His red eyes were closed, almost as if he was sleeping. Well, seeing that he had been injected with a sleep inducer, it made sense. Xylion, however, was wide awake, forced to sit in an uncomfortable silence next to his unconscious boss.

The rest of the crew was somewhere on the ship, tied up as well. At least, so the pirate guarding him said.

He was of the Roachon species. He had mandibles and antennae, and six arms. The species was known for it’s ability to survive many different physical attacks from anything. Not to mention they had extremely powerful weapons too. Their species loved to steal. Instead of making their own, they’d much rather steal ships and weapons, and then improve them. No one wanted to be captured by them. They were practically invincible.

Xylion looked up at the pirate, trying to see if there was anyway to escape. The Roachonian didn’t look particularly weak, so there was no way for him to overpower him. Of course, even if he could overpower him, he was still tied up, and the powerhouse Captain was passed out, unable to help.

He hung his head, sadness filling him. There was no way he’d be able to get free. He was screwed. Xylion sighed.

The only thing he could think of was his family, and how sad they’d be when they saw he was no longer amongst the living. How they’d cry. What if they even got depressed? Or was that merely a human thing? He had no idea.

Xylion felt his eyes begin to burn. He knew what this meant. He was going to start leaking mucus out of his eyes.

Wonderful.

Before he could begin to curse his retched fate, the sound of a radio turning on was heard. Xylion looked up at see the Roachonian holding one up. He put the radio up to his head. “What? Is sometin’ goin’ on?”

The sound of muffled screaming was heard. The Roachonian scowled before turning towards Xylion. “What are ye’ doin’? I know it sometin’!”

Xylion shook his head. “I swear, I am not doing anything, sir. I am tied up, and about to be covered in mucus because I’m so nervous.”

The Roachonian grimaced. “Gross.”

“No kidding.”

Suddenly, the door was thrown open. Human Fredrick stood there, a gun in his hand and blood pouring out of multiple wounds. The Roachonian pointed his gun at him and fired, hitting him in the shoulder. Human Fredrick backed up.

Xylion watched as Human Fredrick was shot in the chest, and went flying against the wall. He cried out, trying to break his bonds, but to no avail.

But before the pirate could shoot human Fredrick again, the sound of a voice came booming all around them. “If you dare shoot that gun once more, than you will die.”

The pirate stopped, his gun still pointed at Human Fredrick’s limp body. Xylion looked around, trying to pinpoint Human Mason, but he was not in the room.

“Who are ya’? Where are ya’?” The pirate cried out, backing up slightly.

“Look at you, a weak, insolent insect. How dare you come aboard this ship and think you and your gang of roaches can take us down?”

The pirate pointed his gun up to Xylion. “Shut up or I’ll shoot him!”

“If you shoot him, then we will be forced to shoot you dead.”

Xylion watched as hundred of little red dots seemed to appear all over the pirate’s body. His eyes widened and his grip on the gun loosened.

“You- you can’t stop us! We gone find ya’ and kill ya’!”

“As if a creature that doesn’t even belong in the asshole of hell can take our ship? You must have a superiority complex, you fuck-head.”

Whatever hell was, Xylion didn’t want to know. It sounded bad if a Roachonian couldn’t belong there.

The pirate’s gun began to slip out of it’s grip. “You can’t stop us! We are the future! We gone find ya’, kid.”

“Shit, man!” Human Isaac was no speaking. “This little cockroach thinks he can get us by just shooting us? I mean, Fred is down there with him!”

The pirate let out a sick laugh. “That fool? I took care of ‘I’m wit mah gun!”

Xylion heard the sound of a gun cocking. He looked behind the pirate to see Human Fredrick with his gun pointed at the pirate. Blood was oozing out of all his wounds. His chest, arms, torso, forehead, and his left leg was covered in the crimson liquid. Not to mention that his left eye was swollen shut. Xylion felt sick just looking at him. Human Fredrick let out a sick chuckle. “We don’t go down easy, bitch.”

The pirate backed up, his dark, beady eyes wider than plates. That’s when a sick grin spread over his face. “I’m invincible! Ya’ can’t kill whah can’t be killed!”

Human Fredrick looked up, baring his teeth. Xylion saw the red blood in his mouth too. How was he standing? “So maybe we can’t kill you, but we can break you.”

“And what is that suppose ta mean?”

Xylion was confused also, but then he heard Human Jenny speaking. “Do you have any family members?”

The pirate scowled. “What do tha-”

“Imagine if they saw you doing this? Would they approve of you killing innocent people just so you could get a spaceship you clearly don’t need?”

“I-”

“Imagine your mother, seeing you standing over Freddie, dead and covered in blood. You did this to him. You did. You killed him, and your mother will no longer see you as a son. She will see you as a murderer. A murderer who kills for fun just so he can have more things that he so obviously doesn’t need. How does that feel, huh? Or your father, even! The boy he helped grow and teach is a murderer! He kills people all because he wants a new spaceship. How would that affect him? Maybe the taste of wine would help drown it out.”

“But-”

“Or what about your spouse? The person you love more than anyone else? How would they feel seeing the person they made a promise with to stay with forever standing above the broken corpse of something that once was living, but now no longer breathes, no longer moves unless moved by an outside force? How could they still love you, knowing you pulled the trigger that ended that being’s life?”

“No-”

“Or, or, what about a child? A son, maybe. He aspires to be you, be like his father, but now- now, he hears his father kills people just so that he could have another vehicle to drive in. He killed an innocent human just because he wanted to take their ship. Or maybe you have a daughter. She hears about the blood oozing from the creature’s wounds, wounds you inflicted upon him! You sent this being to their death, their eternal rest, and now she can only imagine you with a sick twisted grin on your face as you hold the gun to their head and end their life!”

“Wait-”

“What about your siblings? You brother, ready to see you once more, only to hear that you ended up killing a man. A man who had a family, maybe even children. You ended his life without knowing a damn thing about him, and all because you wanted an upgrade? Or what about your sister? All she can see is her brother, someone she grew up with, now coated with blood. The phantom smell haunts her, and she feels like she can hear the cries of the dying man as you pulled the trigger. It haunts her for the rest of her days, even though they aren’t as long anymore.”

“You-”

“And your grandparents! Your grandmother quaking in fear whenever she hears you name! All she can remember is that her adorable grandson she took care of while your parents were out of town. She’d watch you run around, chasing the pet and cuddling it once you caught it. And your grandfather, who first taught you how to shoot a gun will regret it for the rest of his days. He will end up dying with the knowledge he helped teach you how to end someone’s life.”

The pirate suddenly fell to his knees, his dark eyes blank. The gun fell out of his hands. Human Fredrick fell to his knees as well, but he took this as the chance to grab the gun.

Xylion was in shock over what he just heard. How could Human Jenny say such things?

“I- I surrender. Just please, stop!” The pirate said, throwing his body on the floor. “I beg of you! Please! No more!”

Xylion was amazed. They got the pirate to surrender just by saying those things. Human Fredrick suddenly stood up, strapping the guns to his back. He walked towards Captain Zellnor and Xylion and began to cut the bonds.

“Human Fredrick-”

“I’ll be fine for now, Xylion.” Human Fredrick said, his voice raspy. “I still have some adrenaline running through me.”

Whatever adrenaline was, Xylion made sure to note how powerful it was and what it did to humans. He’d have to find more of it.

When Xylion went out to check everything else, he saw the other Roachonians on the ground, either crying or just unmoving. They were broken.

He felt a wave of fear settle within him. If the humans could do this with just speaking, what more could they do?

How easily could they break him if they needed to?


Well. That was a doozy.

I feel like I got carried away with what Jenny said…did I?

Oh well.

I hope you liked that! I had to think of a scenario to write. Originally I was going to do a fight that Xylion tried to break up, but I feel this turned out much better.

If you have anything else you want me to write, don’t hesitate to ask! If it is within my writing capability, then I will do it! If it isn’t, then I apologize.

bellerz55  asked:

Hi I don't know if you saw that picture of Cole and Kj at the construction site but I was wondering if you could write a fic where maybe Archie's dad bailed jughead out so to pay him back he is working for him and Betty went to the site to bring jughead lunch but they still haven't talked about the kiss plus maybe Betty is starting at jughead because he's not wearing his usual layers.

Ooohhh I love it.
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Juggling a handful of brown paper bags, Betty nearly tripped over a fallen power tool. She only had so many hands, and the amount of hungry men working on the site required quite a heavy bit of food.

She had been on her way out of pops when Fred Andrews came barreling in, looking frazzled and all kinds of stressed, he spotted her almost instantly and she was taken back by the way he ran towards her , with the most relieved smile she had ever seen.

“Betty!” He shouted a little too close to her face

“Hi Mr.Andrews! Where’s the fire?” She giggled. He eyed her outfit looking nervous

“You’re not on your way back to work are you?” He said desperately.

Betty had gotten a summer job at the florists and her uniform consisted of tiny denim shorts, a flowy white top and an apron with “riverdale flowers” printed across the front.

“I’ve still got 30 minutes left of my lunch break, I was just gonna head back early! Is everything okay?”

He dug in his pockets quickly pulling out a hundred dollar bill and handing it to her

“The men on my construction site have been complaining for hours that I didn’t get them lunch, I can’t take it anymore, I’ve got to head back to over see the rest of the planning and I was hoping you would be able to place the order and possibly bring it to the site. Don’t forget, I changed your diapers when Your parents were away!” He looked so desperate, Betty didn’t have the heart to say no.

“Sure! It’s no problem, I have to walk past the site to get back to work anyway! What should o get?”

Fred had grabbed her up, squeezing her in only the way dads can, he was halfway out the door as he answered

“Burgers! As many burgers as you can!”

Giggling she went over to place the order, rolling her eyes at the older mans antics.

So that’s what brought her here, narrowly dodging large pieces of wood while she juggled bags full of burgers.

“Betty!” She heard the familiar voice of her next door neighbor

She turned around smiling, he looked good but for some reason the sight of a shirtless Archie didn’t have the same affect it used to. She figured that was because her brain was on another familiar boy with the softest lips she’d ever seen.

“Archie” she smiled and tried not to blush as he scanned her long legs peeking out of her shorts covered slightly by her apron.

His eyes held a bit of hunger in them and she wiggled slightly uncomfortable

“You just gonna stand there and stare pal? Why don’t you help her out, her hands are obviously full.” She whipped around to meet the eyes of her very favorite moody boy. It was a probably a mistake because as soon as she did

Drooooollll

He was standing there, his beautiful muscular arms exposed in the simple tank top he had on, spread tight across his chest. His skin was tan and sweaty and the construction hat he had on showed off just enough of his gorgeous black waves. He was holding a shovel so naturally. those hands she had felt weaved in her hair just a few weeks ago, clutching the metal tool. she had never wished for a camera more in her life.

Little did she know Jughead was admiring betty with equal enthusiasm. It had been two weeks since their first kiss and because of their jobs they hadn’t seen each other a lot. That didn’t stop his eyes from being drawn to the plump pink lips that seemed almost too good to be real. Lowering his eyes to her long tan legs he couldn’t believe she was always hiding those in jeans, her hair was up in a loose ponytail, whispers of honey blonde falling into her eyes a pretty white flower matching her top weaved through the elastic band. She sure was a sight for sore eyes.

“Sorry my dad saddled you with lunch duty Betty.” Archie’s voice broke them out of their staring contest as he took the bags from the blondes hands. She giggled that gorgeous sound and fluttered her long eyelashes

“It’s no problem, i better get going though, I’ve only got ten minutes of my lunch left!” Archie thanked her again

“I’ll walk you, it’s my break time anyway” Jughead said throwing the shovel to the ground, giving Betty a perfect view of his flexing muscles.

He led her out of the construction site, helping her navigate the mess. As soon as they hit the street his hand went to grab hers, taking her by surprise. He didn’t say anything just kept walking. Betty decided it was gonna be up to her to break the silence.

“Hows working with mr.andrews?”

Jughead actually smiled

“It’s not so bad, i kinda like the work. It keeps me busy and it’s been helping me stay in shape, ya know eventually those burgers are gonna catch up to me.” He winked, squeezing her fingers

She smiled dreamily “it looks good on you”

He looked down at her “oh yeah?”

“Most definitely. I like a hardworking man.” She teased softly, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Well then ms.cooper, then I am the man for you.”

She laughed, the conversation falling silent again.

Suddenly Jughead was clearing his throat, breaking into the quiet.

“So am I?”

She looked up at him confused

“Are you what?”

He took a deep breathe, stepping in front of her and halting their steps

“Am I the man for you?” He practically whispered, his hand moving to rub the back of his neck nervously.

Betty smiled so softly he didn’t know what to think, then her hands were around his neck and her mouth was on his, taking in that amazingly familiar feeling of her lips on his he sighed into the kiss, he would never get tired of this.

She pulled away slightly

“Oh yeah Juggie, you are definitely the man for me.”

He laughed pulling her back into himself, dropping his lips to hers with an audible

“Thank God.”

anonymous asked:

Do you know any fics with slytherin!harry. Preferably in the long range?

I have a few! I am very picky about my Slytherin!Harry, because I don’t like him to be OOC (sooo no Harry supporting Voldemort or anything like that) and I find that a lot of Slytherin!Harry fics make him into an entirely new character. I thought the following ones were very well done though!

Slytherin!Harry Recs

Leo Inter Serpentes by Aeternum (658K combined so far)- Just one conversation between two eleven year old boys goes slightly differently, and the world changes. Just how much will be different with Harry being sorted into Slytherin, and how much will stay the same?
My favorite Slytherin!Harry fic! It’s a canon re-write starting from book one, but enough things change that it stayed exciting throughout! Also Harry has a pet snake! And Snape becomes his mentor!! ALL THE GOOD THINGS!!! You should be warned that it’s a WIP. But the author is currently actively posting the 6th book, and I have hope it won’t be abandoned :)

Written on the Heart by who_la_hoop (114K)- Harry doesn’t mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn’t. It’s just – do they have to be so friendly? He’s not prejudiced, really he’s not. It’s just – they’ve got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him. When he’s hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed – or cursed, by the look on Malfoy’s face – with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harry’s skin remains completely bare?
kfhdsjrg3hi SOUL MARKS!!! c;mbxneiu EIGHTH YEAR!!! rewuy,obsk AMAZING AUTHOR!!! Harry is forced to move to Slytherin!!!! Need I say more? Seriously, this fic is amazing. Harry doesn’t act super Slytherin, but he has to live there, so it counts, right?!

Malfoy Flavor by Vorabiza (199K)- Harry’s ready to banish the Golden Boy image and take charge of his life. Unfortunately for him, or fortunately, there are surprises in store for him.
Okay so this one might be a tiiiiiiiny bit ooc, but I LOVE VORABIZA’S STUFF and it’s so fun to read that in this case I don’t even care. Harry disguises himself as Dustin Snape (okay I know I also had to get over the fact that this is a horrible name) and “transfers” into Hogwarts and is a total badass and just READ IT.

Other People’s Choices by Lomonaaeren (82.5K so far)- AU. The Sorting Hat doesn’t just let the Sword go when it falls on Harry’s head in the Chamber, but also Sorts him again, this time into Slytherin. Harry is furious and terrified, and the adults aren’t helping much.
WIP. And I haven’t read it yet!!! But it looks amazing and Lomon is always amazing, so I am very excited for it to be finished. Also, if you are just looking for a Slytherin-esque (adult) Harry or Dark!Harry or Grey!Harry, she has written a ton of that in other completed fics!

Progressive Displacement by GatewayGirl (21K)- Harry didn’t mean the wish that way. From his point of view, it hadn’t even worked.
Another one I haven’t read! I just discovered it right this very moment while poking around to make this list, but it looks really good! I think Harry wakes up in several alternate realities, and he’s a different Slytherin!Harry each time. All I know for sure is that it starts with Harry taking Draco from Azkaban, and I love that <3

Cunning and Ambition by MinaAndChao (372K)- “The weak in courage is the strong in cunning” -William Blake. One small gesture and one simple sentence change lives, and through it, history. A Slytherin!Harry AU. Abandoned in the sixth book.
This series is a pretty straight-forward Slytherin!Harry re-write, and it stays pretty similar to canon. It was abandoned in Book Six.


Also someday (hopefully!!) you will be able to read my WIP, Test of Time! Harry and Draco both go back in time to just before first year, and Harry ends up being sorted Slytherin this time around. There will be Slytherin politics and Draco teaching Harry how to be more Slytherin (among many other things; this is just a side-plot), and it will diverge almost entirely from canon :D

Ground Control

A/N: hi, everyone! this is my first time writing/posting and i’m really nervous about it. also, forgive me for any errors, my first language isn’t english so there might be something wrong even tho i proof read it lol. BUT i hope you enjoy this little story. it was (kind of) based off of the song Ground Control by All Time Low, anyways, enjoy! xx

Feedback will be greatly appreciated!

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Originally posted by harrysimpact

Harry didn’t mean for this to happen. At all. But by the time he realized, the damage was done. Y/N also never saw it coming. Both of them just got so lost in their own little worlds they forgot about each other. Forgot to talk, forgot to look at the signs, forgot to listen, forgot to love. Sure, they would still say good morning and goodnight, ask each other “how are you” and make small, really small conversation. But what about real conversations? He couldn’t remember the last time he’d asked her about her day and vice-versa. Undoubtedly, the love was still there. It would be a lie to say they didn’t love each other anymore. It was just dormant, if we can even put it like that. But by now, both of them stopped feeling loved and that could certainly lead to their own destruction.

Truth is, they were falling apart, yet none of them felt the need to take a good look at what had happened to them. Sleeping in the same bed now felt cold. Living in the same house now felt like living on opposite sides of the world. The distance was growing bigger by the minute and the minute Harry realized it, he did not know what to do. Does she not love him anymore? Does she not care for him like she used to? Ugly thoughts were scaring him away and confrontation was never his fortitude. However, no matter how hard he tried to find other solutions for the problem, he didn’t. He couldn’t. They had to make contact. They had to talk. They needed it.

Harry didn’t realize how much he’d actually missed Y/N. He got so caught up in his own job now working as a solo artist and actor that he failed to notice a lot of things. The way Y/N’s eyes hanged tiredly from her face. The way she always seemed to have a frown upon her features. What happened? He wouldn’t have known. He couldn’t. They hadn’t had a proper, real conversation in weeks.

Y/N, on the other hand, failed to see the signs. They hadn’t hugged each other in so long, yet the thought didn’t even cross her mind. They hadn’t cuddled in bed in so long, yet she didn’t even notice. Any of it.

It’s not as if she didn’t care for him anymore. She really did. God, how much she did. But her job was taking over her life, she was letting it take a toll on her and even if it was just by accident, it still happened. She thought everything was okay, for she hadn’t had a reality check on how everything was falling apart and how urgent it was that they had to do something about it.

Losing Harry has always been one of her greatest fears. Just the thought alone of that happening, of losing the person she loves the most, of being taken away from the most caring, gentle and loving man she would ever meet was enough to set her off the edge. But it didn’t. And she’s sure it would’ve if she hadn’t failed to realize what Harry had now full acknowledge of.

To say Harry was feeling a wreck was an understatement. He had been bottling up his feelings and emotions since the day the distance begun without even realizing it. He was now overthinking anything and everything. He was so certain she did not love him anymore he kept putting off his urge to talk it out with her days on end. Wasn’t it better to be around the one he loves, even if not being loved back, than not be around her at all? Sure it was for him. He was slowly but surely putting himself down with some very, very unfair thoughts. He just hoped to have her around for just a little longer, until he couldn’t hold it in anymore. Even though her presence felt cold, it was still there, and it was enough for Harry for now. Of course, he knew it would get to a point it wouldn’t but, for now, he just wanted to make sure she was still there.

On these last few weeks after his big reality check, he began to notice how unbothered and well she seemed. She acted like nothing had changed and as if nothing had happened and it bothered him. So much, it was beyond words. How could the one he loves with every ounce of his heart and soul not care about the distance in between them? Now, if he wasn’t 100% certain of her lack of love towards him, he was now. Harry could not take it anymore but what was he supposed to do? Break up with her? With Y/N? The one person he saw a future with? The one he saw a happy life ahead with happy, healthy children? He was hopeless, as well as helpless. It could go two possible ways: either they’d break up, or either they’d work it out. However, he didn’t put much faith in the second option. Harry had no idea what he was going to do but he knew he had to do something.

It was late. Almost 9 pm when Y/N got home. Harry had been impatiently waiting the whole day for her to return from work. He was determined that tonight would be the night they’d talk this out and he’d either leave with a broken heart, or he’d stay with a heart yet to be fixed.

Y/N rushed herself into the house as quickly as possible to be sheltered from the cold weather outside. She took her coat off and was surprised to see Harry sitting on the couch, starring at her.

“Oh! Hi, Harry, didn’t know you’d be home already”, she said with a slight smile hanging from her lips. Harry’s heart was beating so fast from anticipation of the conversation they were about to have, but he knew it couldn’t go on like this any longer.

“We need to talk,” he said. The minute his words reached Y/N’s ears she knew something was up. Nothing good ever came from those 4 words being said with a tone like the one he used. She hesitantly walked over to him, sitting beside him, yet keeping a good amount of space in between their bodies. Harry mentally broke down at that. Why did she feel the need to keep her distance even in a situation like this? Why does she feel so far away? He couldn’t bare whatever this was anymore. Whatever they were anymore.

“What’s wrong?”, she asked sweetly once she saw the sad expression splattered across his face.

“We need to talk. And I mean, really talk.”

Y/N let out a chuckle, “yeah, I kinda get that part, silly. What about?”

He gathered all the little courage he still had in him and asked the question that has been dreading to be asked for weeks now:

“Do you not love me anymore?”, once she heard him, her whole world came crashing right to the ground. They’ve had had so many conversations in which the two of them opened up and shared their biggest insecurities and fears; shared the little bits of each other no one has ever seen before. One of Harry’s was losing Y/N; having her fall out of love with him. He’d told her countless times how she was his life and the reason he sees this chaotic and messed up world as a better place. He’d always tell her how she was the light that gave him guidance and purpose. He’d even mentioned once that a life without her would be a wasted life not worth living. She couldn’t believe her ears. She couldn’t trust them now. Why was he asking such an absurd thing to her? After all, it was his Y/N, his love, his companion, his best friend. Does that question even make sense?

“Harr-, H, love, where is this even coming from?”, she asked after silently sitting closer to him and taking his hands in hers.

“Just answer the question, Y/N. Please, I can’t do it anymore, I-”, he said with watery eyes. And at that, she knew he’d be crying in no time.

“Do what anymore? Harry? What’s going on? Are you hurt? Did anything- Of course I love you. Why would you think I don’t?”, Y/N’s eyes were watering by now. She couldn’t bare to see the love of her life hurt like that.

“You just… You haven’t- you have been so distant. I have been so distant. I don’t feel your love on me anymore. We haven’t shared a hug, a kiss or even a conversation with each other in so long. We haven’t. I know you probably don’t want anything to do with me anymore and I understand but-”, he rambled on but she quickly cut him off.

“What? Of course not! I want to be with you! I am with you, aren’t I? Don’t you think that if I didn’t I would have left long ago?”, she was frantic by now, “Harry, please you have to believe me. I love you with everything I have. Please, tell me you know that.”

Silence consumed them after she stopped talking. Harry was in no conditions to talk right now. He had been emotionally exhausted for so long and now that he was finally confronting the situation, he felt like he needed to sleep for a whole week straight. He was so tired. So tired of feeling alone even when he wasn’t. Just, so tired.

He finally gathered up the little energy he still had in him and started, “I’m sorry but I just- I don’t know. I don’t know about your love anymore. It feels like I just can’t find my way back to you, love. How am I supposed to feel? To think? We gotta make contact, pet. We gotta do it to make it. I don’t know how to, though. I don’t know. I just-”, he was rambling by now and she knew he felt hopeless.

“Harry, my love,”, she began, pulling him in for a hug. The minute they were cuddled up to each other, he started crying harder. How could he not? After weeks of not getting any sort of affection from her, after weeks of not touching her? She knew he had been extremely affected by the distance she, now, only took acknowledge of. Y/N could clearly understand now why he was feeling the way he was. She started to think back to when this all started; to when her boss promoted her and she just got so caught up in her duties. She realized now how unintentionally cold she has been towards him. The lack of hugs, kisses, conversations, and even love they used to have and show to each other all of the time.

Harry was too scared to make an effort, however. He was being observant as well as distant, and she, now, saw that too.

“H, love. Look at me”, she said, putting two fingers under his chin so he could be eye level with her. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were feeling this way. I had no idea of what was happening to us and, now, I understand the distance you’re talking about,” she sweetly put her hand over his cheek, which only made him lean on to it and cry a bit harder. “I was just so caught up in my job but making you feel like I didn’t love you anymore was never my intention. Never. I love you. So much that not even words or actions could express it enough. You make me the happiest woman in this world and I could never thank you enough for it.”, she was fully on crying now too, and Harry only held onto her tighter, for fear that she might slip away somehow.

“I love you so much, love. I’m sorry I doubted you but I was just so scared”, he said sniffling a bit. Although this conversation was going better than he expected, he was still worried. She was being beyond sweet towards him and not even Harry himself could understand why he was scared to ask the question that was on the tip of his tongue.

“Do you think we could work through this?”.

Y/N halted her breathing for a second, unsure of what he meant. After a few moments, she understood. He was feeling insecure still but she had never been this certain in her life.

“Not only do I think, but I’m also certain we can and will work through this. Our love is so strong, H. We have been nothing but good to each other. We got the universe on our side. Always. I love you”, she said leaning in for a kiss on the lips.

Harry smiled so big. He couldn’t remember the last time he used those beautiful muscles on his face to do such thing. He and Y/N were okay. His Y/N. In fact, they were more than okay. Hearing those reassuring words of hers, feeling her touch, her kiss, her breathing near his neck after she pulls away; feeling her love again was enough to heal him from every pain, every harm he’s ever been put through. He never felt such peace on the inside. He hadn’t lost her. Y/N was still his to wake up to every morning, to sleep every night with and to love him through everything.

At times like this he wonders just how lucky he got. How can someone as beautiful and loving as Y/N even exist? She truly is one of a kind and the fact that she ended up with him makes his insides all warm and bubbly. He has never loved or admired someone as much as he does her and the feeling Harry gets every time she’s around, he never wants it to go away. He’s always thought that his love for her was too big to be understood, so he partially kept it to himself only, for fear he might scare her away.

Little does he know that she feels the exact same towards him. It doesn’t matter how many times she tells him how special he is to her or how beautiful are the feelings he causes her to feel or even how much she loves him. She knows it’s as big and as infinite and as endless as the universe. And that’s why she’s so sure the universe will always be on their side. They love each other way too much for any harm to come their way.

Harry breaks her little trance with a kiss on the forehead and sighs happily, “I love you too, pet. So, so much.”

thank you for reading x

Masterlist

OITNB Season 5 spoilers !! Don't read if you haven't finished the season yet

Okay, I just have to make this post to get it all out of my system.

First thing, I wanna talk about Bailey going to visit Poussey’s father. This is after he’s cried for help from his parents, two of the old guards, and even attempting to turn himself in and kill himself. This guy is all kinds of fucked up from what he did. I cannot stress enough how upset I was while watching the episode that Poussey died in. She was great, but so is Bailey. The poor guy was 21 years old, under trained, in the midst of a protest going ary. He was just trying to hold her down cause that’s what he was supposed to do but he was also getting punched like crazy by Suzanne. So he unintentionally was putting more and more pressure on Poussey while trying to face Suzanne to block her fists. Should he have tried to stand up and deal with Suzanne full on? Yes, there are many things he could have done differently. But never the less, it WAS an accident and clearly from all the aforementioned things he feels H O R R I B L E about it. Now, back to my initial point of wanting to talk about him visiting Poussey’s father. I understand his reasoning behind going there AND I also understand the way the father reacted. I know that if I had a daughter and I was looking in the eyes of the man that looking in the eyes of the man that killed her, I wouldn’t wanna hear a single word he had to say. But my god.. the look of UTTER devastation on Bailey’s face as the door was being closed on him.. I wanted to hug him so god damn badly. Should he be charged in some way for what happened? Absolutely, fact of the matter is despite it being a total accident he DID kill someone.

Second thing, Piscatella. I know that he doesn’t like Red, she hasn’t exactly been polite to him. And I don’t agree with the homophobic slurs she used against him throughout his time of being a part of the show. But holy fuck, what he did to her in episode 10? That was some SERIOUSLY fucking twisted ass shit. I’m all about horror films, gore, and so on. I can take that. But maybe it’s cause I’ve had a long time to see Red as a person idfk but it got me feeling NAUSEOUS. That was so over the top I needed to take a breather to cuddle my cat and watch a little bit of Family Guy so I could calm down. Like I seriously don’t understand what exactly his problem was with Red that caused him to feel justified in doing anything remotely close to that. What I felt would have been reasonable was getting her sent to max. But Jesus… I can’t really say I’m GLAD he died. Cause the fact is after everything he did decide to peacefully walk out of that room. But he was a fucking monster.

And here I am scrolling a moment ago through the oitnb season 5 tag on here and NO ONE is talking about it. 90% of the posts are about fuckin Flaritza. Claiming how iconic they are and how heartbroken they feel that they got separated at the end. They’re two of the most vapid girls I’ve ever seen in my life. They give absolutely no fucks about anyone but themselves. Only getting upset about things when it directly affects them. Fuck that

This show got me feelin some kind of way, and idk where they’re going next with it. But damn, I’m gonna NEED this year till the next season to recover

anonymous asked:

Hi. I never really felt the need to ask this since I'm not too deep into shipping in this fandom. Yet. (I ship Sheith) but then I started seeing a lot of things sooo now I am wondering how likely do you think Sheith would happen? There's also Kl@nce, I see a lot of people saying that will happen with the relationship development they have and might have up till the latest season and the upcoming one. I don't mind if Sheith doesn't happen but I'd love it if it did :3

I’ve talked about sheith so much, I’ll put it this way–if we get lgbt representation in the form of a relationship between two paladins, really the only thing that makes any sense at this point is sheith. “Keith and Shiro have the closest relationship,” “Keith latches onto Shiro,” “Keith’s constantly scared he’s gonna say or do something wrong and he’s gonna lose Shiro,” “Shiro’s stuck his neck out a lot for Keith…and I don’t think he sees it as a burden”–there’s an intensity and gravity to their dynamic that no other two paladins have. From day one there’s been this easy intimacy between them. 

When Shiro vanishes again, Keith lashes out at everyone else and feels that no one cares about Shiro like he does, none of them understand, and meanwhile they all tell him to move on as he adamantly continues carrying a torch for Shiro–it’s like he’s grieving a lost lover. Keith’s desperation and fear of losing Shiro or scaring him away is far more in line with unrequited love than anything remotely familial. The parallels between sheith and zaggar, ect–there’s a lot there. Their relations seems to be built up like a romantic one in the narrative, and whether that’s where we head or not, I’ll never be able to buy that these two love anyone more than each other.

And honestly, I don’t think k/l will happen at all. It seems every time it comes off, the writers steer away from that. They also straight up said it wasn’t happening in one interview when asked if it would be “teased” for fans–as in, queerbaiting. And the writers immediately shut that down and said that it was never their intention for their relationship to be perceived in that way, and that animation is done so far in advance they “can’t just change the story so that–and now they’re in love!” (source)

Interviewer: “I feel like there was a little tease? It seems shippers want to ship Lance and Keith together, so are there gonna be any hints of that at all? Or is it just more like–okay, they’re friends, they’re starting to become friends.”

Lauren: “I think we had a very natural arc in mind for those two. Which is, they start out at odds, but then they grow to kind of respect each other. And if that leads into people being like–they’re spending time together! Then that’s a ‘thing,’ but…We’re not trying to cater to or bait anyone into anything, we’re just trying to do what’s right for the story.”

Joaquim: “We also try not to be overtly affected by what popular opinion might be.”

Lauren: “And we’re working in animation. Our schedule is so far in advance for that–even if people shipped Keith and Lance, we couldn’t go back and just change the story–to be like and now they’re in love!

Joaquim: “There’s just no way. We’re already years past that storyline, you know?”

Most recently, when asked in one interview about Lance’s “future Mr. or Mrs. Blue lion” the writers responded exclusively with female pronounces. (source) I’m pretty certain we’ve already been told k/l isn’t happening and was never their intention. 

Also, a bi guy, I’ve talked a lot before about why the idea of bi Lance as he’s written now in canon would be very offensive to me and make me feel uncomfortable, so I personally can’t ever see him being representation in canon. But again, that’s my own personal opinion and of course other bi guys will have a right to their own interpretations. 

anonymous asked:

Hello, i am a little new to tumblr and i was just wondering, why don't people want others to repost their art/posts? is it like, stealing their post or something? ok, bye :)

Hi! Hello and welcome to tumblr!

This might get long and relatively angry-sounding but by all means this isn’t towards you at all anon, its just that this have been building up in me for a long time. But just know that yes! reposting other artists’ works is offensive and even damaging to them for multiple reasons!

>>Here’s a really well explained answer to why reposting is terrible for artists in general <<

For me, my posts/art are things I created. Things I worked hard for, and spent time on. Some of them are personal to me. To repost that art/post is just like STEALING that work right from me. 

We get that stealing is bad, right?

Because that’s what it is. No sugarcoating, no “reposting”, no “sharing”. It. Is. STEALING

But still, people do it. Sure some might leave credits to the original artist, some might even link back to the original source. But when you’re dealing with the internet, things get muddied real fast. Sources get linked back to other websites, to other blogs that reposted it and some people will flat out claim that work (That YOU created) as theirs. People will trace over them, remove watermarks, add their own stuff to it, etc etc.

And what that does to the original artist, is leave them creditless for the most part and taking the control over their own stuff from them.

To make matters worst, we depend on our content. To some artists, this is literally the only way they make a living. I know you see posts about it like its a joke but it’s not?? Whether its for the next meal, to pay off debt or hospital bills, to leave an abusive place, etc, we really do depend on these art works. It’s not us being whiny or being butthurt on the internet. It is quite literally a matter of Life and Death to some of us. 

It doesn’t matter that you say that “love the artist!” or “credit to the artist!” It affects ALL artists NEGATIVELY. It is always a stab to the heart knowing another one of our pieces got taken and reposted again. Heck, not a day goes by when I don’t find reposted pieces of mine on instagram/twitter/tumblr and so on. (Some just leave no descriptions/credit at all, some are a simple “Found it on tumblr. Forgot from who lol”. Fuck you, specifically, btw.)

So let me ask this: why do you guys need to repost them so badly? 

  1. “I just want to share them with others!” Then by GODS why can’t you just reblog the original post? Will that physically kill you to do so? Can you not have anything on your blog that’s not uploaded by you personally? 
  2. “I just love the art so much!” WELL HELL!! I do too, buddy!! I love it. Because it’s mine. It’s what I created. Rebloging the original post will show how much you love it just as fine! It won’t hurt at all, I promise!
  3. “But I want to share it on other social media besides tumblr??” Listen. Buddy. Pal. Friendo. 8 of 10 times, that artist your talking about is on different social media platforms too. We tend to spread out and do that. Please take time to look through our FAQ/Blogs to make sure? ALSO when it comes to places like Facebook or Twitter, copying and pasting the link of the original post will do just as fine! I repeat: You do not need to repost the artwork at all. Just link them back to the post. 
  4. “But I want to add a comment” Then reblog and comment. But don’t you dare delete the original caption because I swear to god that is an entirely different plate of garbage to deal with.
  5. “…I want to get the notes/likes for it” B*TCH ME TOO!! Why do you think I made it??? If you want to get notes or likes then by all means create something yourself but don’t take credit for someone else’s work?? Do I have to spell out that notes/likes are important to the artists that made that artwork, and to have all of that given to someone else because they reposted it is like a slap to the face?? Some of us face that DAILY. We’re ready to kill a man.

On that note, some artists have different ways of dealing with these circumstances, so if you ever have an inkling that it might be ok, GO ASK THE ARTIST FIRST!!!!!! 

tl;dr : Reposting is bad bc it’s stealing from artists not only their hard work and credibility, but even their income. Please, I’m literally begging all of you to stop it and to not ever do it

thanks for asking anon.

I live in Orlando, let me say that first.

You are probably going read a lot about the pulse shooting today, as it marks one year since the event. Anyone who writes something that does not live within the city will have a birds eye view of the event and not truly understand how the community of Orlando was effected. People will try to politicize it on both the left and right, and try to push their agenda. Those people choose to ignore the fact that those involved are people and not just statistics. Please pay no mind to the writers and news outlets that are pushing an agenda around this event, they disrespect the memory of those that were effected. With that out of the way let me share a bit.

On June 12th of 2016, 49 people were killed within the walls of the Pulse nightclub in Orlando Florida. What was for many a great night, quickly turned into a tragic one. My city was shocked and devastated; and though a year has passed, it is still fresh in the minds of locals.

With that being said, the city of Orlando has never been stronger. This event, though abhorrent, has helped bridge communities that at one time or another were at odds. #OrlandoUnited is not merely a social media gimmick, but a state of being for the city. People from all walks of life are united in the act of caring for their fellow man. I’ll share a little of what I’m talking about.

The police department of Orlando have shown that they care for all of it’s citizens. The actions of the Swat team and OPD have shown them to be brave, to put others before their own safety, and to be humble. In a time where police violence was seen around the country and the news spoke of growing tensions around the nation. They did not seem to be felt in our city after pulse. A tragic event had caused us to see each other in a different light. Though I am very skeptical and wary of the police in general, I have great respect for those who entered the nightclub that evening.

The two hospitals that treated Pulse victims, Orlando Regional Medical Center and Florida Hospital, chose to not bill the victims of the shooting. Helping many who could not afford the treatment they needed.

Equality Florida, the state’s largest LGBTQ rights group started a fundraising page to aid the victims and their families, raising $767,000 in the first 9 hours. Their proceeds were eventually given to the OneOrlando fund, which was established by Mayor Buddy Dyer and raised over $23 million for all that were affected.

One part that people don’t know much about is the bridging of the LGBTQ community and the Christian community of Orlando. One church in particular, First Baptist Orlando, sent teams of volunteers to the hospitals that the victims were at to offer support to those affected. That support looked like: paying rent while someone could not make it to work, Buying groceries and cooking for those who needed help, paying bills, taking care of pets, and finally; offering to put together the funerals of all those who died, for free. The city of Orlando even offered free plots and services as well. They didn’t ask for anything in return, and they didn’t judge people for having a different lifestyle or political view.

At the time of the shooting, I worked at this church. I was a music minister and I still volunteer in the college ministry on Thursday nights. Though I could do very little in the grand scheme of things, I am very proud to say that my community and my city has been strengthened. My heart is for people and for the well being of others, no matter race, gender, or sexual orientation. It breaks my heart to see other church’s and religious people in general, turn their backs on those in need.

Orlando City soccer stadium added 49 rainbow colored seats as their own memorial for those who died. This may seem small to someone outside of Orlando, but it is a pretty big deal. Everyone here is obsessed with Orlando City Soccer.

There were hundreds of things that united Orlando at this time but these are just a few that I have seen and experienced myself. Orlando became united around what was truly a horrific event, and though the pain of it all is not truly gone. We can still move forward a build a future that is better for our city as a whole. It is The City Beautiful.

anonymous asked:

this is so stupid why would a fucking monster like cute shit? why would a monster have that avatar? I mean you're not fucking scary at all. I don't even get it like why are you like this?

Please do tell me, with your immense expertise, what exactly a monster would like. Now keep in mind, any answer you give is wrong, because you are human and your testimony that you know the first thing about me or my species is ridiculous. Because you’re afraid of monsters, they should be spooky? So in love with their image that they must skulk around in cloaks and hiss? Because you say so? You feel entitled to backward engineer me?

Let me give you a little perspective, more specifics for your reconstruction of what a monster should enjoy.

In the year 1665, the plague hit London for the worst and final time. It killed about 100,000 people. I personally helped bury about 4,000 of them, by my estimation, in single graves and pits. 4,000 corpses. But what does that look like? Let’s put some imagery to it. The average body is five feet long by about two feet wide. That gives us total square footage of 10. 10 x 4,000 = 40,000 square feet. If we lay each body down, end to end, side by side, we have about one square acre of death, puss, rot, maggots, filth. But perhaps you’re not acquainted with acreage. Perhaps you need a better image. A football field is 1.3 acres. A football field of corpses in less than a few months. And those are just the ones I helped bury, out of necessity, because the bodies were piled in the streets and someone had to do it.

And you may say to yourself, “But you’re a fucking monster. Why would you care? It would be like looking at a pile of dead pigeons.”

Pigeons don’t speak. They don’t slowly and vulnerably unveil their psychology to you. They don’t have aspirations and hopes. They don’t pray in whispers and sobs. They don’t give away their children to fate. They don’t write poetry or make art. They don’t act with generosity toward you at their own personal expense with grave contemplation of what it might mean to themselves. They don’t enlist you in their schemes, the lives of their offspring. They don’t welcome you into their homes. Pigeons don’t look like men. Pigeons aren’t shaped like me. I can also mourn pigeons. I can mourn animals. I can mourn anything, but I’ll be damned if anyone tells me that because I am a monster, I am barred from mourning my friends, my countrymen, my fellow workers, my teachers. 

You don’t have that right.

The very next year, I watched the city I built with my two hands go up in a fire the likes of which you cannot imagine. I saw people trapped in walls of flames, screaming to get free and clawing at each other like desperate rodents. That’s two years. And a few years before that? The Civil War. Roadside executions. heads over every gate house.

In the length of your lifespan, I watched the violent or untimely ends of thousands upon thousands, destruction, calamity, terror and sadness.

So tell me again why I’m not allowed to find rounded edges and simplistic features charming. Tell me why I’m not allowed to wallow in the harmony of rainbows and adore the sound of a child’s voice who cannot yet pronounce words properly. Tell me why I am not allowed to appreciate innocence, purity, or affection that knows no limits or places no boundaries on itself. Tell me why I’m forbidden to admire perfectly structured miniature things, that came to be without any tinkering, and defy one to find flaw? Why am I not permitted to seek joy, or naïveté, or crayons, or transforming dinosaur toys, or fat, legless animal dolls like sausages with eyes? Why am I not allowed to seek out friendship or affection?

Tell me that, my wise, well-informed, cryptozoologist.

You think I don’t know what I am? That I am dangerous? That even as I appreciate these things I’m not also tempting humans to see me as more like themselves? 

Imagine what kind of mind I have, to stand over that football field of corpses, those people, those children and mothers I came to enjoy, to help, to befriend…what kind of mind must I have to stand over them in grief and realize even as I stand there that it makes me hungry. Imagine what it takes for me to seek happiness and yet know that even as I do so, I must never reach it, because that is the moment I fail. Just imagine that. 

And then tell me why I am not allowed to be both gentle and grotesque.

You think you know so much. People come here and expect to see me brood, but when I do, they scoff and say “Well, isn’t that a fine carbon copy of an emo vampire story.” I am given no quarter to feel anything with which you do not agree. And now you come to me and explicitly forbid me from amusing myself in this life?

I don’t often say things like this, but kindly “go fuck yourself”.

dorki-dorki-universe  asked:

You're such a great artist, it always brings a smile to my face to see you've posted something! I was also kind of wondering if you'd have any tips for drawing clothes? It's amazing how you manage to put in those... what's the word... wrinkles? I don't know. But like there's always just enouph of them, not too many but not too few, you know? And it makes it so much more real! It helps the picture pop out, like I could really touch it! How do you do that? Thanks for the help and have a nice day<3

oh yeah, one more thing (if it isn’t too much of a bother) how do you draw skele hands/feet? I remember seeing a post somewhere about it but I can’t find it again, and you said something along the lines how your style technically isn’t accurate, thy’re more like dolls or something? But I like yours better then actual skele hands/feet because it’s not stupidly over complicated to draw XD They’re simple and easy(er) and still look super cute. Thanks again and have a wonderful day <3             

thank you so much!

i’m afraid i’m not really very good at giving tips or anything, i’ve just been drawing for a very long time so i’ve had a lot of time to, uh, hone my cloth-drawing skills - i don’t really put any thought into it anymore, it just comes sort of naturally. all i can really say is to observe (both cloth in real life as well as artists whose way of drawing fabric you like) and practice! and try to keep these things in mind when drawing clothing: the fabric’s material (is it thick and heavy or thin and light? different materials behave in different ways, a thin material has more and thinner folds than a thick material), gravity and movement (gravity is always pulling cloth down, but it depends on the fabric’s type how strongly it’s affected, and that goes for movement as well: heavier objects are less strongly affected by things like wind and movement) and the fabric’s original shape (even a stretchy fabric doesn’t change its shape too much). it also helps to have some kind of an idea of how a piece of clothing is constructed: the shape of its pieces and the locations of seams, stuff like that.
as for knowing when to quit…i honestly don’t know, i just learned that with practice. i’ve definitely been guilty of going waaaaayyyyy overboard with folds, and sometimes still am! finding that balance just takes time and practice, i guess?

as for the skele hands and feet, i don’t know if i’ve ever really drawn like a reference pic or anything of them? or at least not one i have posted anywhere. but i drew them pretty much like this (papyrus’s hands and feet are longer and thinner, but otherwise the same):

nowhere near anatomically correct, but nice and easy to draw and - at least in my personal opinion - they go well with the general non-realism of sans and papyrus while still (hopefully?) having a skeletal look. (i call them doll hands because i had the jointed hands of ball-jointed dolls in mind when trying to figure out how to draw them)

thank you again, and sorry that i’m not very good at explaining things! i hope i was of even a little of help bit regardless :’)

anonymous asked:

Okay so... you said to bring more Langst prompts so... This kinda has Klance in it so plz don't hate, you don't have to put that in if you don't want to. So, Lance stays up late, he has been for quite a while. Lance cries about his insecurities so he doesn't get much sleep, sometimes none at all. It's been affecting his health and he starts having hallucinations of his family. He's usually late for training and eating. Keith gets angry and goes to scold Lance, only to find him screaming names.

I relate to this more than I should tbh

Lance washed off his facemask, not even surprised that it did nothing against the dark circles that hung beneath his eyes. He was tired. He had been for the past week? Maybe month now. He lost track. 

Lance rubbed his eyes and started to get ready, only half assing his morning routine. He didn’t even register the comb through his hair, or putting his green jacket on. His mind was occupied. 

Why do I keep thinking about them? It was bad enough when I couldn’t see them anymore but now I see them everywhere. Lance attempted to push his family out of his mind. He loved them to death but he knew he needed to focus and not worry the team. 

-

Lance pushed the goo around his plate as he watch Allura speak, barely listening. Man am I tired. 

“Lance!” Allura slightly slammed her hand down on the table, causing the boy to jump and everyone to stare at him. “You need to focus. We have to make sure training goes perfectly today since we will be losing time creating alliances the rest of the week.” 

“Of course princess. Sorry I’m just really tired today.” Lance stifled a yawn. 

Allura stared at him for a few more seconds before sighing. “Training deck in 15.” She glided out of the room. 

-

Lance sprinted into the training deck, he knew he was late. 

“Lance, you’re late!” Coran said like it was the happiest thing in the world. Did anything bother him? 

“Sorry, I was….distracted.” Lance gave the team a wide grin and a forced laugh. When he saw that no one questioned him he exhaled the breath he didn’t know he was holding. Lance couldn’t tell the team the real reason he was late. He actually thought he saw his sister, ON THE CASTLE!! He saw her but no matter how fast he ran he never caught up to her. 

Allura enter the training deck. “Good we’re all here. Let’s begin. 

-

 They were split into groups. Pidge with Hunk, Shiro with Allura, and of course Keith with Lance. 

Lance seemed to be the only one struggling with hand to hand combat. He wanted to say it was because he never used he hands, however Hunk was doing just fine and he had a bigger gun than Lance. 

Lance tried to give Keith a run for his money but he was tired. His head was pounding and he kept getting lightheaded. His vision would sometimes get blurry and he could barely stand at moments. 

Needless to say, Lance was a very easy opponent for Keith. Keith would put him down in about 10 ticks every time. Lance could barely keep up, let alone keep standing up. 

Lance could feel the annoyance radiating off Keith, he couldn’t bring himself to care. He just wanted to go to bed. 

After what felt like years Allura said that they were done. Lance listen to Shiro tell him what he needed to work on and he dragged himself back to his room. 

Lance barely got his armor off before he fell on his bed and passed out. 

-

Keith stomped towards Lance’s room, he was already pissed from training today. Lance didn’t even try to fight him, he was like a rag doll. Now Lance missed dinner? What was up with him recently. 

Keith stopped in front of Lance’s door, inhaled and knocked. 

No response. Come on Lance, I’m not in the mood for games.

Keith knocked louder. Still nothing. 

Keith was about to walk away, just because he was mad he still respected people’s privacy.

 Keith started to turn from the door when he heard something. Was that a whimper? Keith put his ear up to the door and listened. Yeah, those are definitely whimpers…..I’m sorry Lance. Keith opened the door. 

Keith stood outside the door and stared into the room. He saw Lance on his bed, thrashing around and whimpering. 

Keith stared wide eyed for a moment, then he walked towards Lance, making sure the door closed behind him. He stood a few inches away from Lance, his hands almost touching him. 

Lance looked horrible. He was shaking, and sweating. He was whimpering and saying names? Keith didn’t recognize any of the names. However he did recognize “Mama”. 

It didn’t take Keith long to figure out that Lance was talking about his family. He couldn’t watch it anymore, Keith reluctantly reached forwards and shook Lance. “Lance!”

 Lance flung his eyes opened and bolted forward nearly smacking into Keith in the process. 

Lance looked at keith and scurried to the opposite side of the bed and hugged his legs. “He-hey Keith. Time for dinner?”

Keith nodded and continued to stare at Lance. “Lance is everything alright?” Keith wanted to hug him, strange right, but he decided to stay where he was. 

“Yeah, of course! Just a dream.” Lance tried to laugh ot off but his voice was raw. 

“Lance, that wasn’t a dream. You can talk to me.” Keith sat on the edge of the bed hoping to calm Lance down.

Lance continued to stare at Keith, his breaths were coming fast and his shirt was soaked in sweat. Keith wouldn’t judge him…right? “I miss my family.” Lance swallowed around the lump in his throat. 

“Well that’s okay we all miss someone from Earth.” Lance responded by shaking his head.

“No like this is different from usual. I’m seeing them, I saw my sister in the castle. Keith I’m losing it aren’t I?” Keith stared at Lance even more. 

He was hallucinating, okay.  “Lance I think you’re just tired.” Keith was trying to find and answer for Lance.   

“I can’t. I only slept because of how tired I was. Everytime I sleep I see my family. They’re disappointed in them, I left Earth and didn’t tell them. I never want to make my mama cry but every time I dream, she cries.” Lance’s breathing started to pick up. “And when I don’t sleep my brain is occupied with everything I do wrong. I’m a failed pilot. I’m a failed teammate. I’m a failed friend. I can’t do anything right.” Lance fought back tears as his voice wavered. 

Keith wasn’t sure what part got him but he crawled across the bed and hugged Lance as tight as he could. He slowly felt his shoulder become wet and shaky arms wrap around him. 

“Lance your parents are not disappointed in you. You’re not a failure. You just need to cope and get help. There is no shame in it. You can talk to me whenever you need.”

Lance tried not to shake but he started to tremble all over as he sobbed on Keith’s shoulder. “Thank you Keith.” 

-

Roughly 2 months had passed and Lance started to sleep better. He brain stopped voicing his insecurities and he saw less of his family. He trained better, and he pilots Blue better than ever. He did it because of one thing. Every night he would sleep next to a certain Red paladin and every time Lance had an issue, he was right there to help. 

I am terrible sorry this took so long. 

I love this idea! Also never apologize for Klance, it’s my life.

I hope you like it!!!

Thank you!

anonymous asked:

i REALLY don't understand the kind of audience who don't realize jon is a hostage right now. they took his boat and his weapons, but d/ny said he wasn't a prisoner so i guess he could just swim to shore and walk unarmed back to the north if he wanted to no big! and then there's the folks who think kneeling is the same thing as making an alliance like literally i don't understand how the big speech about perpetuity could have gone so far over their head like the stakes are high dudes

This will kinda cover a huge portion of my up-coming “Targ!Bowl vs Targ!Cest” - post, but who cares since you asked and I wanna talk about.

Though I absolutely understand you and your frustration I kinda do understand why some parts of the audience don’t realize all that, or at least not the severity of it. 

I’m not even talking exclusively about the shippers who, to like anything from 50 -99%, don’t care what happens as long as their ships becomes canon, or the stans who will find a way to sugarcoat and excuse absolutely anything, anything I tell you, before admitting their fav has done some seriously terrible things or, dear god, “problematic” traits and storylines. 

It also seems plausible to me that some parts of the more general, non-obsessive, “I don’t read the books” or “have a blog about it” kind of audience, have trouble to really grasp these issues. You wanna know why? D&D are half-assing it. Right now they are half-assing two narratives, instead of whole-assing one.

I propose the following theory: 

Right now D&D are setting the stage for dark!Dany, while simultaneously selling her as Jon’s love-interest this seasonThose two narratives are pretty much forced to hold the other one back, because Jon can’t fall for “ the villain”, while Dany can’t break bad out of the blue.  

Leaving us with this incoherent mess, slightly ooc characters and actions that don’t influence the story in a “logical” way or even contradict each other.

Dany’s “transformation”, if you will, has to be properly foreshadowed, it has to be sufficiently hinted at from the moment she touches westerosi soil. The audience has to be able to look back and think “Oohh… I guess what she said there wasn’t alright. Should have seen that”.
But she also has to appear loveable enough to warrant any kind of affection Jon displays towards her. The audience’s reaction once dany does break bad should be “But why did Jon!? Well, I guess I didn’t think she was that bad back then neither.”

There you have it. That’s why her behaviour seems so appaling to some people, while others are still strong advocates for good!Dany and everyone in between doesn’t know what the fuck to think. That’s why you can make a strong case for both, or more precisely for neither.


This is apparent when you look at the fact that every “negative” characteristic she portrays is counter-attacked with one of two things: 

  1. Someone else making a comment, implying the exact opposite.
  2. The narrative conveniently jumping to a new plot point, reducing the immediate emotional impact of what we just saw.

Here are some examples:

  • Varys interrupting their dispute at it’s climax | Their first meeting didn’t go particularly smooth. They did not see eye to eye, they were not moving towards an understanding. Quite on the contrary, their interaction become more antagonist with every line of dialogue. It’s starts with both of them playing nice (in their own way), moves to Dany saying that Jon is breaking faith, Jon telling her that he doesn’t give a fuck about her birthright and ends with Dany outright accusing Jon of being in open rebellion (!!!). Where do you think that conversation was heading at? An intimate conversation about dead brothers? Dany has made her stance on Northern Independence clear, she see’s it as treason, I swear to all the gods, if Varys hadn’t walked in right then and there she would have explained what exactly the punishment for treason and oath breaking is. Try making a romance out of that. But conveniently enough Varys did come in at the perfect moment, dissolving all the tension into nothing, ending the scene on a half-baked Jon is her prisoner-but-not-really note.
  • Tyrion telling Jon about Slaver’s Bay | I don’t know if you had noticed, but Dany left her undeniably good accomplishment of abolishing slavery out of her little speech. She exclusively focused on awful things that have happened to her and the two big achievements that make her so god-darn special: Bringing dragons back into this world and making the Dothraki cross the Narrow Sea. All her statements were about her, not about the good she has or could do in this world. I strongly believe this is to imply that her conquest is deep down rooted in selfish desires. Contrasting Jon, who embraces his role as king to protect and save his people. So of course, we need another character to swoop in and remind us of the good things she has done. Too make it more clear: Dany says that “faith in herself kept her going”, Tyrion reminds Jon that “she protects people from monsters”. 
  • Jon is a prisoner, but hey, he gets dragonglass | Jon was a “prisoner” prisoner for exactly five seconds, when he - rightfully - complained about it to Tyrion. It is establish that Jon wants to leave, but simply can’t, because Dany took his ship, thus making him her prisoner. If D&D had some balls they could have pursued this narrative, but instead wooossshhhhh we are jumping ahead to Jon being allowed to mine dragonglass. Now it doesn’t matter whether Jon is staying on dragonstone by his own free will or not. He needs that dragonglass, so of course he will stay to mine it. The audience was forced to contemplate Danys decision to lock him up for like a minute, before rendering the conflict obsolete. Begging the question why it was necessary to begin with, if not to show Dany doing some un-nice things to one of our protagonists.
  • Varys and the whole “burn someone alive” issue | This isn’t limited to her interactions with Jon. I am going to talk about Dany threatening to burn Varys alive, very much, very soon. Right now, all I want to say is that it is not a good omen. It’s one of the clearest indication so far that Dany will embrace her “inner dragon” and cause some serious destruction when doing so. Dragons plant no trees. But all the not-so-great undertones of her interaction with Varys are forgotten in the next scene when she embraces Melisandre with open arms saying “we decided to pardon all those who served the wrong king.” Sucking all the dark implications of threatening someone to BURN HIM ALIVE right out of the audience’s mind. Emphasizing that part where she pardons former “traitors”. If that scene would have cut away from Dany right after “her promise”, without reminding ous of her “forgiving” side, that little comment would have left a way more bitter taste in your mouth than it did. 
  • I don’t wanna spoil anything from episode 4, (next paragraph contains very minor spoilers!)

    let’s just say that Dany demanding that Jon bends the knee, is met with another character stating that “Dany was chosen by her people”. Supposedly trying to establish a parallel that doesn’t hold any water in her current situation in westeros, anyway. But again, it is taking the sentiment expressed by Danys actions and words (a chosen king should kneel to her, whom his people didn’t choose) and twists it to paint Dany in a better light (she too was chosen by her people). It doesn’t make any sense when you think about it, but it fabricates enough emotional connections, for the audience to soften their view on Danys opinion on northern independence. 

Do you see what I mean? I have a couple other examples, but some of them are from episode 4 and I’m going to go into this in my upcoming post anyway. The unobservant and/or biased show watcher simply has no time to properly process all this in one go. I’ve watched each episodes several times, am pretty obsessed with this whole thing and even I took some time before noticing a pattern. 

Most people will just stick to that component of the narrative which is coherent with what they already know: that Dany is one of the good guys, a hero of this story. All her questionable actions are either dismissed or boiled down to “well, it turned out okay in the end”. As sloppy as the individual narratives seem to be (neither dark!Dany, nor, let’s call her hero!Dany are well developed, they overlap, contradict each other, etc.), they did a fantastic job at keeping the audience in the dark about it. Why? 

Because for one reason or another she has to fuck Jon. Why that is, can only really be judged once we seen the whole of season 7, probably season 8, but I do have a couple of ideas why:

  • It happens in the books and D&D shouldn’t have cut the episode count. Maybe Jon and Dany hook up and/or develop feelings for each other before she breaks bad in the books as well. But since we only have 10 episodes where that could happen and dark!Dany and targ!bowl also has to happen at one point, those two storylines overlap. It isn’t too far-fetched that something will happen in the books as well, since Jon unknowingly committing “incest”, while being tormented about falsely-assumed incest is just too … fucked up, not to have crossed grrm’s mind.
  • It’s a red herring to throw the audience of Targ!bowl and Jonsa. Yes, I do belong to the people who are pretty very much certain that Jonsa will be endgame. I also belong to the people who are pretty very much certain that targ!bowl will happen one way or another. Believe me or not, I believed that Jon and Dany would rather fight than fuck once she comes to westeros, way before I ever thought about Jon and Sansa being a thing. So it’s not because I’m a salty shipper. So what else do I have to say? It’s a red herring, they are throwing us off the rails, to make Jonsa and Targ!Bowl extra-super-duper-surprising in season 8. And probably a bit rushed as well. Great. Just what I wanted. At least Jonsa was properly set up in season 6 and they mention each other every episode. Coincidence?
  • They want to have a sex-scene with Kit and Emilia. D&D are trash. They have sexualized countless other encounters on the show, single-handedly coined the term “sexposition”, I do believe they could write in a Jon x Dany sex-story just because. You can call that fanservice if you like. I’m not going to stop you. 
  • Maybe they thought Jon and Dany having “a history” would make targ!bowl more engaging. Could be.

Either way, I personally feel a bit exhausted by this decision. Not because it “threatens” my ship, it doesn’t imo and not because I’m so opposed to the idea of Jon and Dany hooking up or even having a love-affair. It’s because the screenwriting is sloppy. It’s because they are messing up Danys characterization and maybe Jon’s as well. It’s because both Dany and Jon contradict themselves and the development of their relationship simply suffers by Dany being set on the path to the dark side, without any character on screen noticing it (at least yet. I have this feeling that Tyrion will seriously start to doubt all this very soon.) 

I know this got way too long again, but giving unwanted, unnecessarily long answers is my forte after all. 

I’m still holding my fingers crossed for Jonny playing Dany, all I can do is wait and pray. Let’s see how the rest of the season / series progresses, but for now I’m going to leave you with some wisdom from Ron Swanson, D&D should have taken to heart IMO:

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Hyakuzawa Yuudai, Hinata Shouyou + Chapter 217

yo okay, i’m feeling pretty emotional about hyakuzawa (and his interactions with hinata) right now so i couldn’t not say anything.

okay, any character who feels so obviously insecure like that, to the point of sitting alone on the ground looking sad, is going to have a hold on my heart. hyakuzawa is the most inexperienced player at the camp, and i’d bet he’s aware that some of the other boys there don’t really want to play with him. on top of this, he must be painfully aware that there are a lot of players at this camp who not only attend powerhouse schools, but are regulars - in short, he knows that he is surrounded by extreme talent, and it serves to make his insecurities about his playing even stronger, as he has some of the best players in his year to compare them to. the 2-on-2 matches have become a source of misery for him, he dreads them and wants them to end as quickly as possible, because these in particular really drive home how far behind he is in comparison to the others. 

now of course, this isn’t really his fault, he’s only just started playing and his teammates likely relied purely on his height, if their match with karasuno is anything to go by. it’s completely understandable that he isn’t on the same level as the others, but it’s also understandable (and heartbreaking) that he is so upset by this. no one wants to spend a week in intense training with people when you know your skills are far behind everyone else’s. 

so then what happens?

well, in comes hinata.

holy shit, i love hinata shouyou.

not only does he immediately validate hyakuzawa by making it clear that he thinks hyakuzawa belongs at the camp, he then proceeds to be the most vocal and enthusiastic supporter anyone could ask for. of course, this is hinata’s nature! he’s a lovely ray of sunshine who lights up everyone’s lives, but it’s important to remember that hyakuzawa doesn’t know this, so it probably makes hinata’s words even more important and special to him. hinata’s vocabulary choices aside, it’s clear how surprised and relatively moved hyakuzawa is by hinata’s praises. they aren’t overly complicated, hinata tells it like it is, but these earnest compliments reach hyakuzawa. i’d put money on it being the first time anyone has ever complimented him like that, especially considering he’s still at a low skill level.

so, imagine being at a training camp full of elite first-years, feeling like you’re still in middle school in comparison, and then having a virtual stranger go wild praising your abilities and potential, completely validating your presence when you felt like you didn’t deserve to be there? hinata did something truly fantastic this chapter and i love him for it. because he’s right! it’s not hyakuzawa’s fault he started volleyball so late, and his potential is phenomenal! with his height, and the right training, hyakuzawa could be an utterly formidable opponent, and he deserved to know that he belonged just as much as everyone else did. major shoutout to hinata for being so utterly sweet and telling hyakuzawa, else he could easily have wallowed in his insecurities for the rest of the camp.

and on the topic of hinata: i am so insanely proud of him. he has grown so much at this camp, even without playing all that much! he’s learning so many things from looking at the games and training from off the court, and it’s blatantly obvious in this chapter that it’s paying off. he’s thinking of game strategies and watching the other players closer than ever - things he didn’t really do all that much before. when hyakuzawa rembered hinata’s in depth explanation about a possible play and how it could affect the rhythm of a game, i could have cried. hinata has come so far, you guys. he’s improving so much and i just know he’ll be fantastic at nationals, even better than he already was. he took a situation that wasn’t really in his favour and made it work out insanely well for him. hinata is an inspiration, honestly, he makes friends so easily and helps others (just to simply “beat them at their best”?? such a simple, endearing motive. also he’s way too attractive in that panel), and he’s never once been bitter even when he had every right to be. like hyakuzawa said, no one knows better than hinata that he deserved to be at that camp. but he’s never been cold towards any of the other boys there. hinata is just such a wonderful, warm person, and i’m so proud of how far he’s come.

remmythepegasis  asked:

Prompt: Logan don't believe in superstitions like "broken a mirror - 7 years of bad luck". Prince and Anxiety want to make him believe in superstitions so they decided to be sneaky and make fun of Logic. Their actions make the frightened Logan want to take off the curse. And he goes to Morality for help. What can breake a curse? A KISS!

Being the kind of trait he was, only focusing on facts and what scientific things, Logan was never one to believe in superstitions. They didn’t make any sense. There was no way there could be any correlation between random actions and your luck. Stepping on a crack couldn’t possibly cause one’s mother to break her back. Stepping under a latter in no way negatively affected how the rest of your day would go. Holding your breath while passing a cemetery definitely didn’t add seven years to your life. But his disbelief in superstitions vanished one day thanks to a mirror.

“Logan, be a doll and fetch my hand mirror, would you?” Roman said.

Logan had been through this scenario too many times before to argue. Instead, he just got up from his seat and went to get Roman’s mirror. On his way back to the kitchen a shout from one of the other sides startled him so much that he dropped the mirror. He cringed as it clattered to the floor, shattering into a million pieces.

“Dang it!” he said, going to get a dust pan and broom to clean up the mess before anyone got hurt by the tiny shards.

“What happened?” Roman said, poking his head in the room. “I heard a crash.”

“Apologies, but I have accidentally dropped your mirror,” Logan said, sweeping up the mess.

“Have a fun next seven years,” Virgil mumbled, stepping into the room.

“Sorry about that, Roman,” Logan said.

“It’s no bother, I have at least twenty others,” Roman assured him. “What you really need to worry about is the bad luck coming your way.”

“What are you talking about?” Logan questioned.

“Don’t you know? If you break a mirror, the next seven years will be your worst nightmare,” Virgil warned with a devious smirk.

“Preposterous,” Logan scoffed. “That’s just a silly superstition. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Virgil said, he and Roman sharing a mischievous look.

“Whatever you say,” Logan shrugged.

Later that day, while Logan was standing over the sink, washing his plate and reading a very interesting book, Princey purposely bumped into him, causing the book he was reading to fall into the sink. The water was still running so the pages got completely soaked.

“Seems like that bad luck is starting up,” Roman said as Logan retrieved his book.

“No, that was simply one unfortunate event. It has nothing to do with your mirror,” Logan insisted.

While Roman was busy downstairs with Logan and his book, Virgil was in the logical trait’s bathroom, replacing his bottle of shampoo with an empty one and doing the same with all other containers in his shower. While he was at it, he also put a rip in his towel.

Roman snuck onto his laptop and disorganized some of his files.

Virgil gave him a cracked cup that leaked all over his shirt at dinner.

By the end of the day, all Logan wanted to do was collapse onto his bed and just sleep forever. Unfortunately, his pajamas were all dirty—though he swore yesterday he had at least three clean pairs—meaning he would have to sleep in his clothes and he just now noticed the huge coffee stain on his sheets.

He put his dirty pajamas and sheets in the wash, thinking he might as well, and went back to his room to sleep on the bare mattress. Before he got to his door, he bumped into Patton.

“Hey, Logan!” the fatherly trait said cheerfully. “Why are you still in your clothes this late?”

“My pajamas are all dirty, so I have to sleep in my clothes, but I doubt I will get any sleep because I need to clean my sheets as well,” Logan explained.

“Well, would you like to sleep with me in my room?” Patton offered. “I can let you borrow one of my pairs of pajamas.”

“That would be great, thank you,” Logan said with a small smile. Patton had this way of making everything better. It seemed he could fix anything, although Logan knew that wasn’t possible.

Speaking of not possible, Logan was beginning to doubt his previous stance on superstitions being impossible to be true. His day had been significantly worse than usual. Maybe there was something to this mirror thing.

The next morning, Logan pulled a fresh shirt off its hanger, pulling all of the other shirts with it. He watched in disbelief as all of his other shirts crumpled on the floor.

Patton hated to see Logan so disgruntled, so he went to Roman and Virgil to find out how to lift his bad luck curse.

“I just hate seeing him like this,” Patton said as he, Roman, and Virgil sat on his bed.

“Well, there’s no way to fix it,” Virgil said with a shrug, though he knew eventually he and Roman would lay off the guy.

“Actually,” Roman countered, a bright smile on his face. “There is one way.” Virgil raised an eyebrow at his fellow trait, wondering what he could be getting at.

“Really? Please tell me! I want Logan to be happy,” Patton said.

“Logan’s bad luck will be reversed if, and only if, he receives a true love’s kiss,” Roman claimed. Virgil grinned at this. Both he and Roman thought those two would be adorable together.

“But how am I supposed to find his true love?” Patton whimpered.

“Don’t you see, Patton,” Roman said, taking the fatherly trait’s hands. “You are his true love.” Patton immediately turned read.

“M-me?” he questioned. The others nodded.

“Yes, so all you have to do is kiss Logan and all will be well again,” Roman claimed.

“Okay,” Patton said nervously, getting up to find Logan. As soon as he was gone, Virgil and Roman high fived.

Patton found Logan sitting on the couch in the living room, looking gloomier than Patton had ever seen him. He took a seat next to him and wrapped comforting arms around him in a hug.

“I just wish I knew how to break this curse,” Logan mumbled.

“I know how to,” Patton said shyly. Logan looked up.

“Really?” he asked hopefully.

“Yeah, Roman told me how,” Patton said.

“How?” Logan asked desperately.

“Well…” Patton said, awkwardly looking at his lap. “You have to… Uh, we gotta… I…” Patton gave up on his incoherent mumbles and just went for it, pressing his lips against the others. The kiss was very quick, as Patton was afraid Logan would hate it, but when he looked into his eyes again, he found no sign of resentment or disgust, just surprise and… love.

“There, you’re cured,” Patton said quickly before standing up to run back to his room. Before he could leave, however, Logan grabbed his arm and pulled him back toward him, kissing him again. This kiss lasted longer and had much more passion than the first. It was the best thing either trait had ever experienced.

And now, anytime Logan has a bad day, Patton will kiss him and say, “There, you’re cured!”

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anonymous asked:

Pls give us an anaylsis (urs are so fun!!) about Aizawa in regards to the fact that he's suffered a signifcant amount this year, enough so that he could very well be suffering from any sort of PTSD. Also like, in general, ppl just don't get the way Aizawa is w/o some sort of past event happening. How would that still affect him/add onto his trauma that he's suffered this year? Am I coherent in this ask? I hope so.

oh man, thank you! i’m happy ya’ll like my analysis, but just remember this when i someday get to the point where i start writing and posting 10,000 word analyses for bnha like i do with loveless. remember this. 

in all seriousness, you have asked me about my favorite aizawa topic. let’s do this shit. (minor manga spoilers, especially for current arc ahead)

it’s finally time to put my clinical psychology degree/education to use because god knows i don’t do that in real life. let’s talk a little about ptsd in this context. i’m going to go ahead and make the argument that i undeniably believe that aizawa has some sort of undiagnosed ptsd for sure, just because of the overwhelming amount of evidence pointing towards that. and, i’m also going to say right now that while i think the worst of it stems from the amount he’s been put through this year, i don’t think that’s where it originally stems from.

headcanons about aizawa’s childhood aside, there’s something really off about him pertaining to the way he seems to experience emotions. his entire character is about him being logical, rational, and really not liking any sort of emotional approach to problems. like, to an extent where it is absolutely concerning. his entire problem with all might is that toshinori has a tendency to act emotionally in situations, rather than logically, and aizawa seems to hold some sort of very minor grudge over him because of this, enough so that he half-shittalked him in front of the kids. despite this, though, aizawa has repeatedly made in the moment decisions to throw himself into danger when someone else is at stake. he’s literally done this enough times that it’s turning into a running gag in the fandom. the whole reason he’s in the predicament he’s in right now in the manga is because he shoved izuku out of the way and took an attack for him, which, from the most recent scene with him… seems to be exactly what they expected him to do.

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Hanahaki Disease Au VLD

Wow, this never meant to be a long post but here we are:

In this lovely au of mine, Lance would falls for someone from the VLD main casts or all of them. (It could be anyone, whomever you want whether it hetero, homo, poly or so on) Lance is really insecure and its why, he falls easily as well as stop just as easily because he want to love someone as well as believes he’s someone who is unlovable. So Lance, being our lovely flirt, would flirt with that person or persons, thinking that it would go away soon or later but it doesn’t. He would spend the days watch them and learning their stupid habit and what not.

Lance would learn how deep he has fallen and know that it would be game over for him when he first spit out lovely flower petals.

(This paragraph here is the MAIN part or my au) So, I couldn’t help think about what happens to plants in winter or in cold temperature, turn out they become dormant and stop growing. Since Blue uses ice power, Blue offer to use their ice power to freeze Lance’s disease and of course Lance would accept. BUT if she goes offline or shut down then the disease would thaw and start to grow again, it depends on how fast Lance warms up. Also, when Lance accepted the usages of ice power, he would always be cold from the inside and freezing to the touch.

No matter who you choose, Lance would never ever tell them and maybe he would tell Hunk because they are best of friend, unless Hunk is your chosen. His reasons :

- If a paladin or paladins or a poly, Lance would never tell a soul or have it surgically remove because it could affect the connection to form Voltron.
- If an Altean or both or a poly, Lance would probably tell Hunks and only his feeling for the Altean(s). So if it a poly w/ paladin(s), no telling about paladin(s). He would never say anything to them because they have enough on their plates with maintenance or distress signal or whatever they do.

Of course, Hunk or Pidge or Coran would find out first (mostly Hunk) because they are observant and closer to Lance than the rest. For Hunk, he could never lied to him, so he would tell him and reassure he is fine thanks to Blue. For Pidge, he would try to dodge the questions because he doesn’t want to hurt them (they can be whatever gender they want) but would eventually tell them. For Coran, he tell him just in case they need a new blue paladin. When Hunk and Pidge find out about Blue being his support system, they would try to upgrade Blue so Lance would never be in a situation where Blue is out. All of Voltron would find out, but Lance never tell who he loves b/c he does want it to be made from pity or forced.

(Another MAIN part of my au) In the end, Lance would be happy whether it comes to him or for them. Lance learn to love himself but he know he is always a selfless, loving person that he could never burden anyone with his love. There would be a scene where Lance sitting with Blue, saying:

           “Hey, Blue, you know what? I hate this stupid disease because it won’t go away even when I am happy for them. I mean, just looking at them everyday and seeing them so…alive and knowing that after everything that happen, they can still smile and laugh. It just make me happy knowing that. And this disease is so selfish to even exist because there is more to an unrequited love than dying especially if you rather live to make them happy than not knowing what happen to them after you die…Though I don’t hate it as much, maybe a bit happy because I know I would do everything for them and this disease is my one selfish wish.”

Crazy For You

YoungK and word prompt - train :) (gosh I went for someone else this time, be proud of me Mami :D) As always, I love your fics <3

Note: Yas finally a Day6 prompt! ilysm ♥ I am proud of you even if you request changki or other things! you’re amazing @laviette plz excuse this terrible fic I tried to make it great like you.. i couldn’t

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If anyone was to ask someone at Younghyun’s local high school what he’s like, they’d tell you that he’s handsome, charismatic, all tied in a bad-boy image. He plays in a rock band with his friends, and doesn’t give anyone the time of day with romantic attention. It’s a cliche ideology, really; the heart breaker. But everyone has a reason for the way in which they act. In Younghyun’s case, it’s all because of you.

You’re a contradiction to his image, but creative all the same. You carry around art books instead of a bass, and paint brushes instead of a mic. He’s enthralled by you, the way your fingers work their way around the artistic equipment, and how they create such beauty on a canvas.

He’s spoken to you a lot, but rarely on the grounds of the school. The two of you live near each other which is why you find yourselves taking the same train home. That was when he realised that he had finally fallen for someone.

At first he thought he’d gone crazy. It was late, around 11pm as the two of you waited for the train to roll at the station. He watched you; you were wearing a black and white striped top beneath a black pinafore dress. You had a rucksack on your back, and a large folder in your arms, carrying your creations of the day. He thought it was the tiredness that washed is brain, but each day that past he found himself feeling a little stronger towards you.

It was the virus in his heart that caused him to turn this way; turning away other girl’s affection. They weren’t the same as you, in comparison, they were plain and easy. He endured a lot, his only wish to keep you safe and happy. That was why he took a punch to the eye while beating up the old drunken creep that tried to touch you up on the station one late friday night, the reason he gave you his jacket when you shivered even though his whole entire body felt like ice.

A shriek snapped him from his thoughts. He shook his head, “crazy” he mumbled to himself as he ruffled his fingers through his hair.

“Whose crazy? You wouldn’t be talking about me, would you?”

Younghyun looked beside him, almost jumping out of his skin from shock. “Jeez {y/n}, don’t sneak up on me like that!”

You giggled, “It’s not my fault you were away with the fairies.”

Younghyun playfully rolled his eyes, hoisting his bass that was wrapped in it’s case further up his shoulder, only now realising it had been on the verge of falling. He looked at you, and he wasn’t sure how blood wasn’t rushing to his cheeks.

“Well anyway, to answer your question I wasn’t talking about you… well I was… but not- what am I talking about right now? I’m so tired.” He covered his face. He’d jinxed it, the blood was now rushing to his face.

“You’re not wrong. You’re crazy” He watched you smile through the gaps of his fingers.

“Crazyfurmou.” he mumbled.

“Pardon? I didn’t catch that.”

He loved his hands away from his face, “Crazy for… you. I’m crazy for you.”

Neither of you noticed the people moving around you, or the train that waited at the platform until the shrill of the whistle broke the moment like shattering glass. Younghyun felt stupid, and felt as though he probably looked even more stupid because of his now embarrassed emotions.

You stretched out your hands, he looked down, remembering how captivating they were and watched as they intertwined with his own. He was sure that his heart was going to jump out of his chest. No one had ever made him feel this way before; it scared him to think how much he’d be affected by your first kiss when he felt so exhilarated by a simple hand touch, never mind anything else.

You pulled him onto the train, taking a seat on the mostly deserted cart. You sat closer to the window, gripping his hand. You looked back at him, seemingly jumpy even though you’d been the one to initiate the touch.

“What? Did you not mean-” Your face flushed, your hand loosening on his, but he gripped tighter.

“This is what I meant, {y/n}”

Your face relaxed, your hand turning more comfortable in his again. You opened your mouth to speak, and Younghyun was expecting you to question him about this, you didn’t. You closed your mouth again, settling for a comfortable silence and Younghyun decided that he wanted to stay on this train for the rest of his life.

A short little future-take from Pure that literally no one asked for but you’re getting it anyways because it got stuck in my head after someone on here wrote a post about waking up in a hospital and smiling because the person you love is sitting there asleep, but whatever, the muse is fickle and I have learned not to scoff at her gifts. RATED M for brief smutish content. If you’ve read the whole story, fear not! There is very little angst here. If you haven’t read it, you probably won’t understand all of the references but that shouldn’t detract too much from enjoying what’s below.


I spent enough time wandering this hospital when Sarah was assaulted to know exactly where I’m going. Three quick turns left and one flight of stairs up. I even know which board to stop at, scanning the names for the one I want, my stomach twisting when I find it next to the number 12K. Ironic.

Turning on my heel, I charge down the hall, right past the nurses’ station.

“Miss…Miss! You can’t be on this ward unless–!”

I whirl around to face the nurse, barely holding back tears, arms crossed over my chest to keep my heart from crumbling to ash in my chest. Fucking hormones. She balks at the look in my eyes, but I don’t need her calling security on me so I huff and manage to get myself somewhat under control.

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Okay, so I haven’t been able to get this post by @voltron-messenger out of my head for the past few days, so to get out of my writing slump, I wrote my own adaptation of it…

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