i don't know the age of that boy so i'm not saying it

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So basically, I wanted to really surprise Seán with his gift, and hear him yell ‘Toriko’, so I was like ‘oh I’ll ask him to close his eyes, yell Trico, and then ask him to open his eyes, and like BOOM! Trico.’ As soon as I asked him the words ‘close your eyes’, I knew it sounded really creepy (fuck), but he humoured me, and it was lots of fun. I’m really happy he likes it! 

This is that moment:


I hope derka-derk is happy in Ireland with @therealjacksepticeye!

(also I’m almost 27 so it’s fine that he called me a girl, you think I’m an adult yet, hell no)


(and can I just say that I love that Seán’s voice for Trico in the unboxing video is the same voice Felix gives Edgar his pug, LOL)

I am in my own Harry Potter AU hell.

And just because I can:

“Dad…” 

Malfoy looked up from his desk, quill poised over the parchment as his son hovered by the study door. Aware that he was frowning, Draco lifted his expression into something more neutral. He was vaguely aware of his own father always frowning whenever he’d tried to talk to him as a boy, and he didn’t want Scorpius to one day think the same about him.

“Come in, come in. Shut the door, you’ll let the heat out.” 

The Greengrass estate was a crumbling ruin compared to Malfoy Manner, with only half the library and none of the artifacts Draco had spent the last few years archiving and putting safely away behind spelled glass. But for now it was home, chilly stone walls and all.

“Did you want something?”

“Yes.” Scorpius replied, pausing to tug at the hem of his dark shirt. There’s still a bruise under his eye, faded to be sure, but the mere presence of it made Draco’s heart skip a beat. When he’d seen Severus Potter crawling out of the rubble, face covered in blood and no sign of his own son, he’d known terror like no other.

And Draco Malfoy was intimately familiar with the machinations of terror. He’d been hugged by it once.

“Well,” he prompted, setting aside his work entirely and giving his full attention to his son. “What is it?”

“I want my friends to come visit.”

Draco blinked. Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. “Your…friends?”

“Albus Potter and Rosie Granger-Weasley. I would like them to come stay.”

Draco blinked again. Later he’d laugh—somewhat despairingly into a decanter of fire brandy—at the absurdity of the notion that his boy, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, was best friends with a Potter and the hybrid off-spring of a Granger Weasley, but the threat of impeding hysterics was quelled under the defiant gaze of his son, narrow chin lifting at some unspoken challenge. 

“I see. For how long?”

“A…a week…maybe two…They’re going to France for the Quiditch Cup Primaries…” he glanced down and Draco spied the curled up parchment hidden up his sleeve. “So it wouldn’t be for long.”

Draco glanced at his desk, to the fireplace, then back to his son. “I don’t…”

I want my friends…friendshow often had Astoria lamented his lack of playmates as a child, how often had she fretted that Scorpius’ only interaction had been with adults—or books, or enchanting his own toys for someone to play with. And how quickly had Scorpius’ face crumpled at the utterance of two simple syllables. 

“…know if two weeks would be wise, given your mother’s health. She’s still recovering from the move. But I shall discuss it with her, and see what can be done.”

Scorpius stilled, the beaming smile on his face reigned in to something calmer, even now, not wanting to get his hopes up too much. “Thank you. For what it’s worth, we will be good.”

Draco snorted at that, remembering the last time a Malfoy, a Potter and a Granger and a Weasley had been together at their age. “Somehow I doubt it. Go on off you go, go see what your mother is up to. She’s enjoying having you home.”

“And I am enjoying being here,” Scorpius replied, in that curiously courteous and stiff way of speaking he’d always had, even as an infant learning his words. “I am happy to be here, with you, and mother.”

“I’m…very glad to hear it.” Draco replied, unsure what else he was supposed to say to such an open admission said so politely like one was discussing the weather. “Now go on, off you go, I need to finish this manuscript before I lose the thought.”

“You’ll talk to mother though, wont you?” Scorpius pressed from his space by the door. “You’ll ask…”

“Yes, yes.” Draco waved a hand, “I’ll ask if the Potter spawn can come stay with us. Just for a little bit. To say thank you for…everything.”

Reassured, Scorpius left, closing the door behind himself with a firm click. 

Draco waited several more moments, counting to a hundred before opening up the top desk of his drawer and pulling out his correspondence folder, flipping through them until he found the appropriate manila envelope, writing the address of the Ministry Neatly to the front. 

Clearing his throat politely, he composed himself, then tapped it to life with his wand.

“Hello Potter,” he spat with a vicious familiar glee, unable to keep from laughing, “I’m not sure which one of us is going to be more surprised by this turn of events, but I swear to gods if you break my son’s heart by saying no, I will personally send you a red Howler on the hour every hour till the day one of us dies. Now, about dates, the last week in June works well for us…”

somethingofavoid  asked:

could you point me in the direction of the evidence that alexander the great was a bottom? I absolutely don't doubt it's true but I've never seen anyone say otherwise so I figure there's some proof of some sort I'm missing, but couldn't find anything myself

you didn’t find anything because there is no proof, and in fact, the sources tell us the precise opposite. so why did i say he bottomed in my joke post? let’s get into it.

A (SIMPLIFIED) PRIMER: in ancient old mediterranean times it didn’t matter if you were a man who boned men or women – you should probs do both – but what mattered VERY much was whether you topped or bottomed. are you old enough to have a beard? now you’re too old to bottom. pederasty was the name of the game in the south (think athens) especially. if macedon followed these same sexual mores, we can’t be sure, tho they were likely similar. 

now that you know this, take note that hephaestion was actually older than alexander, taller, and more masculine and impressive-looking. according to the above – that’s called the dover model – it should be a given that hephaestion topped, right? or that they didn’t have a relationship at all, considering they were so close in age, and the dover model mandates a big age difference. then why do i have in my pocket two handy examples of hephaestion being identified not only as the bottom but as younger than alexander? observe:

• justin refers to hephaestion as “puer” (”boy” but with connotations in this context of “young pretty bottom boy”) 
• arrian refers to hephaestion as alexander’s “ἐρώμενος” (i.e. alexander’s beardless younger bottom) 

weird, right? we could take this at face value, discounting all that we factually know about hephaestion, or we could take a look at how romans of the late republic/early principate – when these biographies were penned – viewed sexuality in their own society, and how that may have influenced the way they interpreted alexander and hephaestion.

late republic/early principate sexual mores were a bit different from classical greek mores in that, simplified version, the socially superior partner had to top, and the supremely socially inferior – like a slave or a woman – was to bottom. hephaestion was second man in the empire with a massive presence in court; importantly, he was free-born. if alexander and hephaestion had a sexual relationship, which the roman biographers were fairly certain they did, that meant to the romans that hephaestion was either sleeping his way to the top (a common late republic sentiment – cicero used it against antony, like, hourly) which is very not befitting for, you know, the top general in the empire, or – worse – that alexander was a tyrant who was raping his second in command, and hephaestion wasn’t man enough to fight back against it. yikes. even worse option than that to the romans? alexander, king of kings, was taking the d from someone below his status. no matter what the evidence said – like hephaestion’s age and physicality and what we know about alexander’s personality, which i’ll get to in a minute – that was literally unthinkable. 

so the principate biographers lied. yep. in order to better mould hephaestion to their worldview, some bent the history so that hephaestion was younger and prettier (justin), or just plain unimportant enough that being alexander’s ἐρώμενος was socially acceptable (arrian). some laid into the nepotism angle even if they didn’t explicitly state fucking as the cause of it (plutarch). 

take-home message? history is malleable: like a memory, it never remains whole and accurate. the more often we pull it from the shelf, the more often it gets rewritten. 

idk, oprah. proof isn’t a thing that really exists for this period. but now that we know the roman histories are sometimes fake news, here’s some stuff supporting alexander bottoming: 

good evidence: historiography & the dover model

• what the romans had to say about hephaestion and alexander’s relationship is lowkey lies, so even tho we can’t definitively say hephaestion topped, we know that pretty much all evidence that hephaestion bottomed is not legitimate. that means the opposite could be true.

• alexander was younger than hephaestion, infamously remained beardless, and was physically smaller, which means that if macedonians followed southern sexual mores, and if alexander and hephaestion in particular even cared about bringing social politics into the bedroom (see how many variables?) then alexander would’ve bottomed 

pretty okay evidence: character extrapolation 

• i’ve had a prof bring up in class the fact that alexander was too soft for his parents, who worried he was effeminate, which we can safely interpret as “worried he was a bottom” – playing the lyre, not wanting to get it on with anyone in a way befitting a red-blooded macedonian guy, sleeping with the iliad under his pillow, other assorted twink activities. from his annoying high-pitched voice to the fact that he started dressing persian – seen as effeminate to macedonians – it’s pretty much accepted that he was an effeminate dude in his day. not conclusive, definitely problematic as being indicative of sexual position preference, but it is an argument i have seen.

not-really evidence but a component relevant to our discussion of the insidious crawl of unintentional historiography: 

• mary renault ran amok with the bottom/top thing in her books and made alexander finally topping and becoming a “man” into a whole arc in the persian boy, and it’s a fairly pervasive narrative in historical fiction that he’s a somewhat effeminate bottom. this isn’t historical evidence, but it shows how the narrative shifts – this interpretation, so widely distributed in fiction, is now undeniably present in our shared consciousness. (my joke post, which was geared toward an audience of like literally one person, was more about this.)

a final note is that people are just people, and we tend to forget that when we get so caught up in how fun it is to study ancient cultures. but at the end of the day, no matter the mores of their location and period, people are gonna fuck how they want, where they want, who they want, and when they want. like any other pair of young guys getting it on, i’d bet you ten bucks, realistically, that they switched. 

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kuwei yul-bo

  • let’s talk about how this KID….
  • who was captured and forced to be a prisoner in a foreign place. 
  • who had no idea what the hell he was doing, spent his days locked up trying to recreate a drug that he had never created in the first place. 
  • a drug that his father, who he probably didn’t even get a chance to grieve, made for him. 
  • do you think he ever felt guilty that the drug originated as a way to protect him and conceal his power?? bc i do. his father made a mistake and instead gave him a death sentence. kuwei knew no matter what he did it wouldn’t be a happy ending. 
    • if he succeeded making the drug he would be expendable, but also people were dying bc of it and many more would if he replicated it. the amount of stress this knowledge must have caused him omg. 
  • he stalled as long as he could and pretty much accepted that someone would eventually come to kill him. 
  • he didn’t even flinch when nina looked like she was going to do it. and that’s heartbreaking. imagine him sitting there with his journals just waiting for death bc he didn’t know what else to do.
  • he delivered one of the saddest lines in CK when he was asked what he was good at and he replied “i never had a chance to find out.” bc think about it…this teenager probably had no idea who he was yet and thought he’d never live to see the day he’d find out. not even when those murder nerds swooped in and saved him.
  • they probably seemed so…different from him?? sure they were around his age but each of them had a strong sense of identity and they had each other, and that was way more than he had. imagine him trying to piece bits of himself together based on who they were
  • and he still didn’t know if he could trust them, but once again he had no choice but to??? his fate was in someone else’s hands again. bc they were just kids too so why couldn’t be tough like kaz, smart like wylan, etc etc.
  • also think about how he could hardly understand them and they weren’t even always on the same page as each other, yet he had to depend on them wow???
  • plus his crush on jesper might have been him discovering his sexuality. we don’t know?? imagine the whirlwind it must’ve been for him to finally feel safe to figure himself out and develop attachment to things 
    • drawing, boys, pranks, whatever idk
  • he just wanted to be free and validated and get a ship to ravka. 
  • and he knew something could go wrong and he could be handed over to someone else and forced to make parem, so when he saw that window of opportunity to finally kiss the cute sharpshooter, he took it!!
    • it was his one shot!!! and that was i c o n i c
  • nina’s perspective captured him perfectly. “a boy not much younger than she was, caught up in a war he hadn’t chosen for himself. a survivor.” 
  • she and matthias determined kuwei was just a kid and one of them and y’all still leave him out………okay.

anonymous asked:

Can I request RFA + saeran reacting to a MC self harming like how they would find out and react (sorry if this makes you uncomfortable and you don't want to this) I'm currently almost a year clean!

Well done, anon! That’s a brilliant achievement ^^. I’m over 2 years clean now and currently feel really positive in myself. I really hope I wrote these alright because everyone self-harms for different reasons and feels differently about it. I tried to sort of generalise it and I’ll put a trigger warning here that there are mentions of self harm and blood (Not detailed, though) ~H x

RFA with an MC that self harms

Yoosung:

-He saw it by accident one day at school
-You were both in science, doing an experiment involving water
-The water had splashed on your sleeve and Yoosung had kindly offered to dry it off
-You didn’t expect him to pull your sleeve up, though
-He saw the scars on your arm and gasped in shock, quickly pulling the sleeve back down so that no-one else sees
-You looked down in shame
-Yoosung was never meant to see that
-“I’m… sorry,” you apologised.
-“You’re coming to mine after school, right? I really want to talk to you. Why are you sorry?” Yoosung responded.
-“I thought you’d be upset with me. Or disappointed,” you explained.
-Instead of answering, Yoosung pulls you into a big hug as you try not to cry
-At Yoosung’s after school he asks you when it started and why it started
-You’re reluctant to tell him but he eventually has you in tears, spilling out the full story of when you started with depression
-All throughout, Yoosung hugs you close to him, rocking you and stroking your hair
-“You’ve been through so much, MC,” Yoosung said after you’ve finished, “I’m so proud of how strong you’ve been. But please- it breaks my heart to think that the most wonderful, most beautiful person I know would harm herself because she thinks she isn’t good enough.”
-You nod. You understand how he feels and you wish it was as simple to stop
-But Yoosung went through a rough enough time after hearing that Rika was mentally ill
-So now that he knows what you’ve been suffering with, he’s not letting the same thing happen to his precious girlfriend. He wants to get you professional help.
-And if you think he’ll be too shy and won’t
-Think again
-Because this boy loves you

Zen:

-After a while of dating, he noticed that you always wore long sleeved tops
-One day, it was absolutely boiling outside but you wouldn’t take your jumper off
-Even though you feel like you’re going to be fried alive
-“Babe, just take your jumper off! You look like you’re boiling,” Zen tried to persuade you.
-Your sudden, “NO!” is all it takes for him to confirm the worry he’s had for a while
-“MC, please will you show me your arms,” he asked seriously as he reached across the table to you and held your wrists.
-You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head
-Not today. You can’t let him see. He’ll think you’re a failure
-“MC,” he said so sternly that you jump in shock
-As you jump, his hands accidentally slide up your arms and scrape a recent cut
-You yelp in surprise
-And he doesn’t allow you to pull your sleeve back down
-When you face him, you’re expecting some sort of emotion but you didn’t know what
-What you certainly didn’t expect was tears
-“How long?” he asked quietly, maintaining eye contact and making you want to shrivel up in yourself
-“A while. Since before I knew you,” you responded, making him know that he had nothing to do with the mental illness you’d be struggling with for ages.
-“Does anyone know?” Zen asked.
-You shook your head.
-“MC, I want you to look into my eyes and tell me that you want to hurt me in the same way you hurt yourself,” he said sternly.
-“But I can’t- I don’t- I love you!” you argued, wondering how he could suggest such a thing.
-“The fact that I now know you did this gives me exactly that pain. Imagine how I feel to know that you would suffer through this alone, without telling anyone, hurting yourself in such a way,” Zen sighed, holding your hands tightly.
-You don’t know what to say. You’re not good enough. Surely he knows this
-“Please- we already lost Rika- we can’t lose you. I can’t lose you. Not after everything we’ve been through,” Zen cried, now fully letting tears stream down his face.
-“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I’m disappointing you.”
-“No!” Zen immediately interrupts, “I’m just worried about you because I want you to be well. Please let me take you to see someone. They can help you.”
-You didn’t want to see anyone- that’s why you hadn’t
-But if Zen was hurting, you’d at least give it a go
-“Ok,” you agreed as Zen pulled you into his chest.
-At least you had something to live for- your wonderful boyfriend
-Did anyone notice the quote I kind of took from Phil? It’s so beautiful

Jaehee:

-Mama Baehee sees and knows all
-She realised practically immediately
-Because she literally forced you to take your jacket off when you came to her house
-You were really worried how she’d react and if she’d realise you weren’t the support she needed and ditch you
-Instead, she ordered you to sit and talk
-“You can say what you like to try and get out of it, MC, but you aren’t leaving until I have the truth,” she insisted.
-So you cried and told Jaehee everything
-“What I think you need is someone there to promise you that they’ll always be with you and help you to believe in yourself,” Jaehee seemed to analyse.
-But then she shuffled closer to you and hugged you
-“MC, will you let me be that friend? Can I help you?” she asked, to your surprise.
-You were already crying too much so you just nodded
-So Jaehee smiled and started to cry too
-She looked so cute crying but you didn’t deserve her
-In fact, you wondered how many times you’d drawn a line of your own blood because you were ashamed of your sexuality
-But with Jaehee hugging you so tightly and promising to be there for you, you allowed yourself to imagine what a world with good things in for you could be like
-What if Jaehee did like you back?
-Oh if only you knew
-If only you knew how much it broke her heart to see that you’d caused yourself pain
-Jaehee wondered if it was her fault for not being a good enough friend
-It’s not, Baehee, you’re perfect and we love you

Jumin:

-It was whilst you were still ‘trapped’ in his penthouse that he found out
-He thought you were about to leave
-So he grabbed your arm to stop you escaping
-You know the Visual Novel I’m on about, right?
-And you accidentally let out a yelp of pain
-He let go go your arm and saw blood seeping through the fabric
-Forget whatever he was about to tell you- you were injured
-“MC, what happened? I didn’t- I didn’t hurt you did I?” Jumin panicked.
-“No- it’s not you. I’m fine,” you lied.
-He wasn’t about to let you pretend you weren’t hurt
-So he rolled your sleeves up
-And saw the lines on your arms
-And broke down
-“MC- I- Why- Why would you do this to yourself?” he asked, practically in tears.
-You just hung your head, not answering
-“It’s not me, is it?” Jumin asked with his eyes wide, “Am I trapping you? Is that why? Please- I’ll let you go immediately.”
-At this point you’re pretty sure he’d leaked a few tears
-“No,” you said calmly, “It was way before I met you that I started.”
-“How could someone as kind and beautiful and perfect as you do something like that to your body?” he asked.
-“I’m not perfect or beautiful in any way. I’m messed up. Really messed up. I just wanted to try and help you,” you explained.
-“And you are doing. So now I need to help you,” Jumin said sternly.
-You looked up at him
-And started crying
-So he cried too
-Jumin decided to envelope you in a hug
-So you just cried into his chest, feeling safe
-Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stay at his penthouse forever
-When Elizabeth was around, Jumin promised himself that he’d force you to see the best counsellor in the world

Seven:

-He found out just after you’d started living in his house
-He’d told you he had something to fix on his computer but you were having a really bad day
-So to you, that just seemed like an excuse to not spend time with you
-He loves you though, please never think that! People love you and sometimes they actually just have to do stuff
-For once, he didn’t put his headphones on
-So he heard crying and decided to come and check it out
-Only to find you with blood coating your arm in a pile of tears
-He panicked
-And just runs towards you and hugs you close to his chest, not caring if he’s getting blood all over him
-You cry into his shoulder for a while whilst he just rocks and shushes you
-He knows the feeling
-Whilst he never self harmed, he was very depressed for so long
-And he knew what it was like to feel like you shouldn’t even exist anymore
-But without you
-He couldn’t exist
-Deciding it was best to tell you this, he starts to
-“MC, I love you. I couldn’t live without you. You mean so much to me. You helped me with my depression and now I want to help you. Please, let me save you like you saved me,” he begged.
-He’s going to do absolutely anything he can to help you

Saeran:

-I feel like he’d know the signs
-Because I’m pretty sure he’d self harmed too
-So he just asks you
-“MC, do you self harm?”
-“What makes you think that?” you answered sceptically.
-“Because I did for a while. You were what made me stop. Please don’t lie to me and show me your arms,” Saeran ordered with clear concern in his eyes.
-You show him your arms- it’s pointless hiding it
-“You’re going to come and see my counsellor with me,” Saeran said immediately.
-“No, Saeran! I don’t want to see a counsellor,” you begged.
-He grabbed you by the shoulder and leant down to look you directly in the eyes
-“I don’t care if you want to go or not. I’m not going to allow the person that saved and healed me to suffer herself. I love you too much to lose you. My life is nothing without you,” he told you.
-You hug him really tight
-And just wonder how you’re both messes
-Saeran was not going to allow you to help him as much as you had without him helping you in return
-He loved you too much to lose you

V:

-You were constantly thinking that you were nothing compared to Rika
-Sure, she’d been crazy, but V had loved her
-Probably more than he loved you
-V found out you self harmed when he accidentally walked into the bathroom whilst you’d just finished showering
-You had a towel wrapped around you but your arms were exposed
-And bleeding
-“I’m sorry- wait, MC, your arms!” V started to apologise before seeing the lines and blood on your forearms.
-You hung your head
-He was going to tell you that you were nothing compared to Rika- that you were weak- that you were weird for harming yourself
-But he didn’t
-Instead, he runs towards you, gently takes your arm and kisses all your scars
-“I made a mistake last time- I didn’t help her. I’m not going to make that mistake again because I love you so much that I will force you to see a therapist,” V told you.
-“But I don’t want to-“ you started to protest
-“I know. Last time I made the mistake of thinking love would be enough. I’m not blind anymore and I can see that despite me loving you, you need proper help. I don’t want to lose you. You mean far more to me, MC,” V said.  
-I’m sorry for the blind joke, really I am
-It suddenly registered in your mind what he was saying
-V loved you
-He loved you more than he’d loved Rika
-And he wanted to help you
-Finally- someone did
-And you loved him

anonymous asked:

hii! i just finished reading adore you and through eerie chaos, and i was wondering if you know of any more 1920s aus? thank youu xx

Sure ! (warning, I haven’t read them all)

- Through Eerie Chaos, by @mediawhorefics   : For as long as anyone can remember, Old Hillsbridge Manor has always been believed to be haunted. Everyone in the village agrees and keeps a respectful, fearful, distance. New in town after a bad breakup and an internship that led to disappointment rather than a permanent job, Harry Styles figures taking pictures of the decrepit building could be a great new creative project. Or at least a much-needed distraction while he searches for a job and crashes at his parents’ new house. No one warned him about the apparitions though; about the music, the laughter, the people who flicker and vanish when you call after them, the echoes of a past that should be long gone… Harry has never believed in spirits but even he can admit that there’s something weird going on. What starts as mere curiosity evolves into a full-blown investigation and soon enough, Harry finds himself making friends with an aristocrat from the 1920s and struggling with finding the best way to tell him that he’s dead.The Ghost Hunter AU where Niall lives to prove ghosts are real, Zayn is a skeptical librarian and Harry gets caught up in a century-old mystery and catches feeling in the process. (102K, G)

- Adore You , by @isthatyoularry :  “We invited our new acquaintances from uptown. You’ve simply got to meet their oldest son!” said his mother with a flourish, and suddenly it became abundantly clear as to why his parents had so adamantly demanded he join them in Deansville for the entirety of the summer. Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do. Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that. (66k, M)

- Through Lonely Streets and Neon Lights, by sweetly_disposed  :  1920’s era, Great Gatsby inspired. Harry is a poor boy living in the South Village. Every night he watches the North City come alive and longs of crossing the river to be a part of it and escape his dreary life. The infamous Mr Tomlinson lives across the river from Harry. His parties are the stuff of legend; people on both sides know about them, and all Harry wants is a chance to go to one. When fate swings his way and he finds himself in Mr Tomlinson’s house, he gets much more than he could ever have bargained for. (25k, M)

- castles made of the sand (fall in the sea) , by  samimnot : harry’s been burning for too long(or an au where harry’s a burlesque dancer and louis may or may not be his way out) (1,8k,  NR)

- The Man I Love, by  avatarlahey It’s the Roaring Twenties, a time of blissful prosperity, overflowing champagne flutes, adrenaline-filled dancing, and the rise of the Jazz Age—and Louis Tomlinson absolutely abhors it all. A stickler for modest classics, jazz is the bane of Louis’ existence.  Coincidentally, Harry Styles is the bass player for an underground jazz band. orThe 1920s AU where Louis is a hardworking, no nonsense paralegal, Harry is in love with the greatest city on earth, Zayn is the enigmatic leader of the band, Niall’s just there to make sure everyone’s having a good time, and Liam is the barber who started it all. (17k, T)

- Our Stable Heart  , by  Arora  :  Louis Tomlinson had it all. A beautiful mansion in the country-side of London, a well known job in the heart of downtown, and a lovely fiance he would soon marry… But what happens when Louis’ world is turned upside down just from gazing into a pair of dreamy, green eyes? Something Louis could never have imagined himself…  (30k, E)

- A Rose, By Any Other Name, by  iwillpaintasongforlou  :  “I don’t understand, Mr. Tomlinson,” Harry says quietly.“You don’t have to understand, sweetheart.” Louis reaches over and runs his thumb across Harry’s cheekbone, watching the boy’s breathing pause as he dares not move beneath the touch of this strange, imposing man. “All you need to know is that you work for me now, and that I’m going to keep you safe from all the bad people in this city, you hear?” …..  Louis Tomlinson is the head of New York City’s mafia, and Harry is the beautiful boy from Texas who falls in with the wrong crowd (which turns out to be the right crowd). (10k, E)

- I’m coming home (just in time), by  larrycaring  : “I am not in Hull,” Louis fumes, but he doesn’t know who he is trying to convince at this point, because one thing he is sure of, he is no longer in London.“But you are,” the boy exclaims as he shakes his head. “Look, it is written in black and white just there,” the guy continues, looking down at the newspaper, “Hull, 1920.”“1920!?” Louis takes the newspaper from the boy’s hands, and when his eyes land on the paper, he feels like his world has just collapsed.The Hull Times, 5th July 1920How he has ended up in Yorkshire in the 1920’s, why can’t he remember a thing on how he’s gotten here? The only thing he remembers is…“Harry.”“Who’s Harry?”Oh god, Harry.   — or a time travel journey where Harry fights his way back to Louis, because when two souls are meant to be, nothing can stop them from reuniting. (20k, NR) 

- The Murder of Nicholas Grimshaw, by photo41Nick Grimshaw wanted to know too much. He wanted to know why his adopted son, Louis Tomlinson, had disappeared 6 years ago. But then, he found out that maybe knowing would be bad, since he started getting blackmailed or else the reasons Louis disappeared would get out and ruin him. But the evening post brought Nick one last fatal scrap of information. Unfortunately, before he could act on his new knowledge, he was stabbed to death. Luckily for this sleepy little town; the famous detective Niall Horan had retired to grow cabbage. Some bloody retirement this turned out to be.  (55k, G)

The gender reveal
  • (The year is 2017; Harry and Draco, aged 37, find themselves at a gender reveal party.)
  • Draco: I don't understand this at all, Potter.
  • Harry, sighing: It's George's newest bestseller. St Mungo's sends WWW the fetus's sex and they magic fireworks to reveal the news. Blue fireworks for boy, pink for girl.
  • Draco: I know that. What I don't understand is why.
  • Harry: It's insane. That's why you don't understand. And another thing! It's not a "gender" reveal. It's a "sex" reveal.
  • Draco, raising an eyebrow: You and Hermione need to stop reading those Witch and Gender Studies books.
  • Harry: I'm serious! All they know is whether the baby will come out with a penis!
  • Draco: Admittedly, an important factor. Oh Salazar, look. We are not playing this game, Harry.
  • Harry: What are they doing?!
  • Draco: I think they're Charming one team blue and one team pink and having them race? This is so undignified. Quick, Disillusion me. Did you bring your Cloak?
  • Harry: Shut up. What I don't understand is, who cares if they have a boy or a girl?
  • Draco: Say what you want about Pureblood traditions, Potter. Call us regressive. Call us bigoted. We would never tolerate this nonsense. Only you barmy progressives could come up with something so preposterous.
  • Harry: Oh bloody hell. Now they have pink and blue cakes and we're supposed to guess the sex by way of eating cake.
  • Draco: Can I demand a blue cake with pink frosting?
  • Harry, laughing: Yes! Let's do it! Let's sneak up and Transfigure them! You make the blue frosting pink on yours. I'm going to make my whole cake rainbow. Can I write "Queer AF" on top? That's what the kids say these days, right?
  • Draco, smirking: Oh, I dare you. If you actually do that, I will do the dishes for a month.
  • ....... Five minutes later......
  • Harry, grimacing: I've never seen a grandmother so angry.
  • Draco, scowling: I've never been accused of brainwashing a fetus before.
  • Harry: Do you think we can leave yet?
  • Draco: Potter, you are the most conspicuous guest at any gathering. No, I don't think we can sneak out before the penis-status announcement.
  • Harry: Have I mentioned how stupid I think this is.
  • Draco: A few hundred times. And though you know I agree with you, you need to stop whining about it.
  • Harry, smirking: Make me, Malfoy.
  • *Heated snogging*
  • Draco: Oh good, here comes the announcement about the presence or absence of the fetus vagina.
  • Harry, snickering: I don't think I've ever heard you say the word 'vagina' before.
  • Draco: Well, it's not in my general vocabulary.
  • Harry: Thank Merlin for that. ... Oh God, here it comes.
  • *Fireworks*
  • Draco: Annnnnnnnnd the fetus has a penis.
  • Harry: I don't understand how I'm supposed to be feeling right now. Am I supposed to be happy?
  • Draco: I don't know. Salazar. I am NOT wearing one of those "It's a Wizard!" hats.
  • Harry: Can we leave yet?
  • Draco: Yes, thank Merlin.
  • Harry: Do we have to say goodbye?
  • Draco: You have absolutely no manners.
  • Harry: Well what the fuck am I supposed to say? Glad to hear your fetus has a cock?
  • Draco: Just shut your mouth and I will do the pleasantries for both of us, then we can go home and I'll show you what else has a cock.
  • Harry, leering: Can we do a reveal with fireworks?

battlefieldheart  asked:

20 years after i said i was gonna send this....okay I'm all for Noah headcanons if you wanna because I need more Noah Czerny in my life. And like....if you wanna do a name aesthetic, hi hello my name is Caitlin and I'm awful at picking my favorite anything including color but if I had to make an educated guess...purple.

bitch,, i love noah czerny it’s lit let’s do this

  • noah is really fucking good at skating but would die on a ripstick
  • he was low key a stoner in school (not like one of those annoying people who know way too fuckin much about weed but he just always seemed to have a joint on him)
    • he watched harry potter high when it came out and it freaked him tf out so he wouldn’t see the others despite whelk wanting to
  • absolutely terrible with plants. he follows all the instructions to a tee but somehow they never last
  • he loves loves loves disney movies, he knows all the easter eggs and the obscure trivia
  • once let his sister pierce his nose in their bathroom at 2am
    • speaking of which? his sister is his best friend
    • he’s always been kinda dorky and sweet so he got picked on as a kid and sister has fought people for him numerous times
    • she’s his hero and he loves her so much
    • every time he’s home they yell out a goodbye to their mom and duck out to go spend the day together walking around the city, talking, buying street food, and catching up. it’s the only time they don’t have curfew bc mom knows by now there’s no use when they lose track of time chatting and hanging out
    • why is noah always playing with blue’s hair? his sister’s hair grew long and he’d braid and style it for her ever day while she was brushing her teeth before school
  • noah loves dandelions because he thinks theyre brave for growing through sidewalk cracks
  • he didn’t have a lot of friends growing up because he was always flitting between groups of people, always excited about something but never sticking around long
  • it’s the promise of a magical wish that gets noah to stick around whelk because honestly, what’s more exciting then waking an ages old welsh king?
  • he called whelk “barry” and was the only one allowed to. whelk had a weird fondness for noah (outshone by his greed, yes, but it was there) that no one at aglionby understood. whelk literally looked down on everyone, but for some reason the hyperactive part time stoner with a habit of skipping class to chase butterflies caught his attention and kept it. somehow, noah’s intensely bright personality balanced out whelk’s dour one. 
  • he swears he’s seen mothman
    • “noah mothman is in west virginia…and he isn’t even real….”
    • I meant what I said”
  • who can honestly be bothered to tie their shoes he definitely knots his laces on every pair he owns so he can just slip them on
  • mint candies are his absolute favorite thing on the planet, but peaceful fun-loving noah would actually Commit Homicide for thin mints
    • whelk has definitely given noah Apology Thin Mints when noah called him out for being a little too much of a dick
  • all the seniors are kind of in love with him?? like they all love him and say hi to him all the time. there’s a varsity football player that gives noah rides on his shoulders, the guys on the swim team with him are always giving him bear hugs in the hallways or sharing their snacks at meets
  • he’s got a cracked tooth from the one (1) time he tried ice skating
  • LOVES the beach so much oh my god. the amount of times he dragged whelk to the beach only to be in the water and running around in the sand by himself while whelk was grumpily parked by a dune with a huge book
  • so……..all in all, noah was very loved. 
  • when he went missing it went like this:
    • the swim team was putting up posters everywhere
    • his sister and mom were at the police station every day for weeks
    • whelk didn’t show up to school for a week and by the time he came back he’d lost a considerable amount of weight. he refused to speak to noah’s sister or mother. his statement to the police was that they were to meet after school, but noah never showed
    • the most solid piece of evidence henrietta pd had was an officer calling in that there might be a car fitting the description of the one missing along with noah. the recording cuts out after what sounds like a second voice (many voices?) whispering.
  • when henrietta pd declared him presumed dead it went like this:
    • raven boy blue goes black for the rest of the year in remembrance of noah czerny
    • anyone who tries to express their condolences to his closest known friend, whelk, is lucky if they meet silence, and unlucky if he instead decides to rip them a new one for deigning to speak to him.
    • his mother and sister go home and bury an empty casket with the rest of their family
    • the swim team drops out of the state tournament. they refuse to do it without noah, and the coach doesn’t blame them.
    • teachers find their eyes drawn to his empty seat, waiting for his hand in the hair, waiting for him to be incessantly tapping his pencil, waiting for his spot to not be empty, because it doesn’t feel right that he’s gone
  • noah doesn’t really know that he’s noah until gansey and ronan finally get through the sticky broken door into monmouth
  • but then in walks a king and a dreamer and noah isn’t a shadow anymore, he’s a soul, he’s solid, he’s part of something again until the day he gives himself again for gansey but it’s okay, because this time around he’s not just a town legend or warning. 
  • he’s a friend, remembered.
Yuri’s Song

Ok so today for some reason Mary’s Song came into my head and I just thought………… Otayuri childhood best-friends-to-lovers AU

Both of them growing up in the same small Russian town, Yuri with his grandfather and Otabek with his parents. Neighbours, they inevitably met when the Altin’s first moved and Yuri was dragged with Nikolai to greet the family to town (both begrudgingly, but needing to be polite.) Otabek’s eyes lighting up when he answers the door with his mama to see Yuri, a boy around his age - whereas Yuri is intimidated by the new kid and hides behind his grandfather’s legs.

Growing up together and eventually becoming inseparable. As kids, spending all day by the creek catching frogs and skipping stones. As teens, spending all night kissing by the oak tree behind Yuri’s house, terrified of being caught sneaking out but never feeling more alive.

“I was seven and you were nine, 

I looked at you like the stars that shined in the sky

The pretty lights”

-Young Yuri looking up to Otabek - patient, cool, calm and collected Otabek who fearlessly rides his bike super fast and who has the prettiest pair of brown eyes Yuri’s ever seen.

“Take me back to the house in the backyard tree,

Said you’d beat me up, 

You were bigger than me.

You never did.”

-Yuri driving Otabek mad with his tantrums and general bad-kid attitude, and sometimes refusing to stop following Beka around when the older boy was sick of his annoying friend tagging along. Having childish fights all the time, but at the end of the day Beka just ruffles Yuri’s little bowlcut hair and says “Let’s go to the corner store.” Satiated by ice cream Beka bought with his hard-earned pocket money, the two sit on Otabek’s porch and watch the first of many sunsets together. Yuri swears he’s never felt more peaceful.

“Take me back when our world was one block wide,

I dared you kiss me and ran when you tried.”

-You can’t tell me that Yura, with a sweet crush on Otabek before he even knew what a crush was, didn’t do this. And of course, standing by that Oak tree with a flutter in his stomach and having spent all of 5 minutes mustering up the nerve, when Otabek leans in to peck Yuri’s lips the blonde panics and runs all the way home. Otabek is so embarrassed, he spends the rest of the afternoon in his room until supper, when his mother knocks on his door and tells him Yuri’s at the door asking if Otabek can have dinner with him and Nikolai. He does.

“Well, I was sixteen when suddenly, 

I wasn’t that little boy you used to see,

But your eyes still shined

Like pretty lights.”

-Yuri Plisetsky absolutely blossomed into the most gorgeous human being Otabek Altin has ever seen, and he can’t believe it happened right before his very own eyes. Likewise, Yuri doesn’t realise how or when Otabek became such a man, still with that charming boyish smile and the softest gaze just for him.

“Take me back to the time we had our very first fight,

The slamming of doors instead of kissing goodnight, 

You stayed outside til the morning light.”

-Otabek would absolutely do this. The two of them fighting over something petty until it suddenly blows up, Yuri storming home and refusing to come outside or answer Otabek’s calls of “Yura, please.” But after a tearful night, he looks out of the window to see if he can catch a glimpse of Otabek at his house across the road - only to see him leaning by the stone mailbox clearly marked ‘Plisetsky,’ half asleep but still refusing to leave. Yuri grabs a blanket and a coffee and brings it out to him, and they sit and talk it out until sunrise.

“A few years had gone and come around,

We were sitting at our favourite spot in town,

Ad you looked at me,

Got down on one knee.”

-The two of them sitting together outside on lunch date on a breezy summer Tuesday at their favourite cafe, Yuri reading the menu and tucking a lock of blonde hair behind his ear. And looking so ethereal and gorgeous bathed in sunglow that Otabek knows he can’t wait a moment longer. He feels around in his jacket for the ring box he’s been carrying all week, gently kisses the pale knuckles of his Yura’s beautiful hand, and asks him.

“Take me home where we met so many years before,

We’ll rock our babies on that very front porch,

After all this time,

You and I.”

-Happily married and new fathers, the two of them continuing the chapters of their peaceful life together into parenthood. They raise their beautiful daughter and son together in the very town they were raised in, as in love as they have been from the start.

“I’ll be eighty-seven, you’ll be eighty-nine,

I’ll still look at you like the stars that shine

In the sky.”

some things I love about b.a.p members
  • ➝ inspired by my list for my other love, Infinite ←
  • Bang Yongguk: an amazing leader that is equally respectful and respected. writes all of b.a.p songs, that is some hard shit. deep voice with even deeper words. grandpa like behavior and laugh...aha.hah.aha. he loves tigger bc it is the first gift from his grandparents omgosh my hearteu. loves children and charity. takes good care of the members. honestly, the dude is an inspiration to me.
  • Kim Himchan: visuals af. fabulous. mother of the group bc someone has to do it. b.a.p's 2nd leader/second in command and there is no denying it. part of the loud trio. loves babyz, but not as much as he loves his dongsengs (especially jongup). friends with a lot of ppl. improved in dancing and singing. ppl tend to forget that he's a musical genius and can play almost every instrument (guitar, piano, janggu) and he was going to attend a music school if he wasn't in b.a.p
  • Jung Daehyun: LOUD. if he was on chat, it'd be in all caps. main vocalist and we all know why like cmon have you heard the boy sing, he's one of the best vocalist in kpop. loud trio member. his relationship with youngjae is adorb bc it reminds me of bickering siblings. loves babyz. luscious lips, i'm jealous. 'cheeji cake.' he dropped out of school to chase his dreams and that's hard for someone so young. debuting after only one year of training must put a lot of pressure on him but he's doing great. (listen to his solo song, shadow)
  • Yoo Youngjae: also LOUD. loud trio member. got too much sass in his body. his words are like knives #savage. aegyo member bc someone got to do it. byung byung byung. that winking thing he does a lot now kills me everytime. he reminds me of a fluffy bunny idk why. or a marshmallow. 'early 95ers and 94ers are friends' but daehyun doesn't like so. he left jyp after training for a couple of years and he could've moved on but decided to continue the path of singing. he needs a r&b or soul solo song like now.
  • Moon Jongup: that member you don't notice bc he is super quiet but he has a lot of thoughts... 4D af. jongUP or jongDOWN.'swiss miss mannn', loves hot chocolate and shake shack. needs to be protected. he's literally two different ppl onstage and offstage. how can someone so cute turn into a sexy mofo the next sec. sorcery. that time he was in charge of filming but forgot to press record so he was talking to himself for a good 20 min. so proud that he wrote and produced his two solo songs ('now' and 'try my luck') listen to them and be amazed.
  • Choi Junhong/Zelo: cute face with a long body. tol but smol at the same time. did you see his abs in young wild and free. boy if you don't. amazing dancer that also needs to be on hit the stage. LTE rap that we all try and fail to do at one point. part time model on ig, full time lover of his puppy. a total meme material. his msg to his parents makes me cry all the time. going through a lawsuit at age 18, it must have been scary for him but glad that the members decided to wait till he turn 18 to go through it together.
  • b.a.p in general: there is only so much that I can say about this group. I wasn't a big kpop fan in 2012 but I feel in love with their music and listened to their first full album frequently. seeing their journey, it reminds me that hard work and perseverance can come a long way, especially when chasing your dreams. each member have their own story and for some reasons, they met and became one of the groups I love so dearly. the lawsuit didn't hurt them, it made them stronger. their journey made them stronger. bc they are the best, absolute, and perfect.
Don't Act Like Your July 4th Ain't Like This Every Year
  • Patriot: Son, come into my office. I've got something to show you.
  • Son: *coyly walks into office* Yeah, dad.
  • Patriot: Do you know what day it is, son?
  • Son: Tuesday.
  • Patriot: No, son... well, yes, but there's more to it than that. It's Stars 'N' Stripes day, son. Do you know what that means?
  • Son: *shrugs*
  • Patriot: It's the day our beautiful country broke away from the incredibly far-left tyranny of the British monarchy and took the first step towards becoming the greatest country on god's earth.
  • Son: Oh, word.
  • Patriot: Yes, son, absolutely word. Now, take a look at this. *pulls box from under his desk and places in on table* What do you think this is?
  • Son: A box with crazy colors.
  • Patriot: No, son... well, yes, but the colors on this box all represent something. The red represents the blood of those who sacrificed themselves for our beautiful country, the white represents uhh...
  • Son: Cum!
  • Patriot: Boy, I have it in me to pop you if you keep saying nonsense like that!
  • Son: *snickers*
  • Patriot: No, the white does not represent... that substance. It represents uhh, the snow that tops the great mountains that you can find in certain parts of our beautiful country. And the blue represents the ocean, which we of course have national ownership over.
  • Son: Wow, interesting.
  • Patriot: It's more than interesting, son. It's everything that I stand for. What your forefathers stood for, and what your children too will stand for. Now, take a look at what's inside this box, son. *pops open the box* What do you think of that?
  • Son: Ooh... well, I like the silky velvet lining.
  • Patriot: Hmm?
  • Son: There's really nice lining on the inside of the box.
  • Patriot: What are you talking about? *turns box around* Well, Andrew Jackson be damned! There's nothing in this box! Boy, did you take what was inside of this box?
  • Son: No, this is the first time I even saw the thing.
  • Patriot: *red with anger* Argh! Calm down. Calm down... breathe easy. Well, son. What was supposed to be in this box was the flag of our country. The same flag that your great grandfather flew in the big war as he bayoneted some sausage twirling Kraut in the neck.
  • Son: That's messed up.
  • Patriot: It's not messed up, he was defending our country! You know what, son. I'll discuss this with you later once I find where that god damn flag. Go check on your grandpa for me, son.
  • Son: Do I have to? Grandpa's weird.
  • Patriot: By Lincoln's glory, you young folks really have no respect. Your grandpa, while not a veteran or anyone of significant importance - unlike the men on my mother's side of the family - ran a car dealership for 42 years before retiring and using all of his savings to buy us this beautiful house in which we still live. You will check on him and pay respect to him on this blessed Stars 'N' Stripes day, or so help me god I'll... I'll... just get, boy!
  • Son: Jeez, alright. *trots down the hallways and peaks into granpda's room* Hey, grandpa. I'm here to check on you.
  • Grandpa: *rocking back and forth in his chair* Marybeth? Marybeth is that you, dear?
  • Son: No, granpda. It's me, your grandson. Do you remember me?
  • Grandpa: Oh, dear. You sound just like my Marybeth.
  • Son: Grandma's dead, grandpa.
  • Grandpa: What was that, sweetheart? I can't quite hear you. I think it's the television. It's too loud.
  • Television: *silently displaying white noise*
  • Grandpa: Too loud... I've been watching this movie for too long and now it sounds just like the rumbling of the earth.
  • Son: Grandpa, what are you wrapped in? Is that a flag.
  • Grandpa: It was Marybeth's paw's flag.
  • Son: You took dad's flag. He's gonna be mad at you.
  • Grandpa: I didn't take no flag. The flag took me, just like it took Marybeth and her paw. *stands up, kneels in front son, pull's son's face close to his* Look into my eyes, little Marybeth. What do you see?
  • Son: That's... that's impossible. It's like staring into a void of red, white, and blue. What is this?
  • Grandpa: An infinite amount of graves for an infinite amount of souls. The final resting place for an ideology that stands above and beyond humanity. It's stars and stripes forever and ever.
  • Son: *pulls himself from grandpa's gaze* You're acting crazy again, I'm telling dad! *runs from grandpa's room* Dad!
  • Patriot: *steps from his room with a gun* Freemasonry, son.
  • Son: Dad, Grandpa's gone crazy again. He's doing weird things with his eyes.
  • Patriot: It's freemasonry, son.
  • Son: Huh?
  • Patriot: You'll learn soon enough. *shoots son in the chest*
  • Son: *clutches wound and breathes heavily*
  • Patriot: Sorry about that, son. But, it was all a part of today's plan. It's freemasonry, or some call it communism or witchcraft. But in the end, it's all the same thing. I hate it for the life of me. It's unpatriotic, but it runs in our family like a damn disease. You know how furious I got. I got so furious when I saw your grandmother running off to her "gatherings", getting up to god knows what and with who. I would've shot the lady like I just did you if I didn't see it, son. Those stars and stripes going on forever and ever. Vibrating and twisting in that graveyard of ideology. Do you see it now, son? Even clearer than before? Tell me, do you see it?
  • Son: *cough up blood* I see... mom in the mirror. No, it's grandma, and I'm her. She's young... my age.
  • Daughter: ...Huh. I must've zone out for a moment. That was weird.
  • Patriot: *call from his office* Little Marybeth, come into my office. I've got something to show you.
  • Daughter: *coyly walks into office* Yeah, dad?
  • Patriot: Do you know what day it is, Little Marybeth.
  • Daughter: It's Star 'N' Stripes day!
  • Patriot: *rubs daughter's head* Ah, that's my girl. Just as good as your mom. You see that flag hanging on my wall.
  • Daughter: Mhmm, that's that the flag of our country.
  • Patriot: No, it's not. It may look like the flag of our country, but it represents something far greater. An ideology beyond ideologies. One so great that it trumps all other rules of existence.
  • Daughter: What ideology is it, dad?
  • Patriot: I can't quite put it into words. But, I can tell you, Little Marybeth, that the first time I became aware of it was when I bayoneted some damn sausage twirling Kraut right in the neck. I stomped on his neck afterwards so he couldn't even struggle to breath before he died. I saw it then. The stars and stripes of the false flag I carried upon my back reflecting in his eyes, and I knew then that one truth; that one real ideology. But, like I said, I can't really put it into words. All I can tell you is that we ain't worth shit, Little Marybeth. Not you, not me, not your mom. None of us.
  • Daughter: That's kinda messed up dad.
  • Patriot: Well, life's messed up, dear.

mp938368  asked:

Is there any way you can do some headcannons for Gladio getting ready for his wedding? I absolutely loved the wedding headcannons you did for Prompto, they were adorable! 😍

did I hear Gladio’s wedding? *cracks knuckles* man I’ve been looking forward to sharing these bad boys since the damn Prompto post. I have so many feelings about this. I love these boys. I love Gladio.

anywho, here they are! enjoy! :)

Prompto ; Ignis


Marriage Headcanons - Gladio:

  • No one is as excited for Gladio’s wedding as Gladio
  • No one
  • Tries to say that Iris’s enthusiasm is rubbing off on him
  • Has a “secret” wedding board on Pinterest
  • You’re always catching him scrolling through the app and adding things to it
  • When he notices the knowing smile you send his way every time you see what he’s doing, he immediately switches to King’s Knight. He keeps his composure like a champ
  • “Picking out colors again, honey?”
  • “As if. I’m just kicking Noct’s ass for the third time today. Wanna watch?”
  • You let it slide. He’ll keep it up all day, if he has to
  • He’s in charge of all of the floral arrangements – including your bouquet
  • He loves picking out flowers

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anonymous asked:

I think my thing with age gap is that, if the two people had a close relationship when one of them was a kid and the other one wasn't....I struggle with that. Just the idea of Kakshi watching her slowly grow into a woman and then one day realizing he is attracted to her after a certain point, I cannot. I'm convinced a part of him would always see her as a child to him. If it's AU where they meet as adults I don't mind though. Their hair color compliments somehow...

You know, it’s totally ok that it squicks you! It’s completely alright if you want to say “I only like KakaSaku in AUs where they meet as adults” (or in AUs where they’re the same age).

Personally, I actually like the appeal of “whoa I thought our relationship was X but now suddenly I want it to be Y” in ships, that’s a major theme in my OTPs across many fandoms. For one thing, that’s built-in drama. Person A wants the relationship to change, but Person B isn’t sure, and then Person B suddenly realizes it but Person A has gone away, Person B you must chase Person A down! EXCITEMENT. Also: external opposition? Taboo?? I MUST HIDE MY FEELINGS AND PINE SECRETLY FOR LO, MY LOVE CAN NEVER BE??? 😍😍😍

Specifically with Kakashi and Sakura, a big reason why I ship them is that while genin Sakura certainly does intend to respect and obey him and view him as an authority figure (because she’s a Good Girl), right from the get-go she doesn’t really. Inner Sakura (her true feelings) laughs at Naruto’s prank, and she’s appalled at his lateness and trolling. The entire time she’s a genin, I’m convinced that Kakashi never truly registered her potential. The most frequently cited example of this, because it really is appalling, is when Sakura mastered tree walking the first try–#1, Kakashi merely uses her accomplishment to ridicule and shame the boys, turning them against Sakura (teamwork, Kakashi??? hello???); #2, her “reward” is to sit on the bridge with Tazuna while Kakashi trains the boys without her. Nice. And during the time skip, it’s fairly obvious that Kakashi and Sakura didn’t interact–otherwise Kakashi wouldn’t have been so completely gobsmacked at her unleashing the Fifth’s strength. He wasn’t merely surprised, he was stunned.

The inference that he thought Sakura completely incapable of learning Tsunade’s techniques so fast is inescapable. He knew she was training with Tsunade, so Sakura using Tsunade’s technique shouldn’t have shocked him so much, right? Yet it did. Because he completely discounted Sakura’s ability.

That’s slow to change as well. Even though Sakura’s fight against Sasori was far more successful than Kakashi and Naruto’s against Itachi and Deidara, even though Sakura is spending every moment of her free time researching and begs him in the hospital to help find a way to improve, does Kakashi bother to come up with a training regimen for Sakura? Nope. He and Yamato train Naruto alone, and they get Asuma involved as well.

Now, to a huge extent, to me, this is just a symptom of what should have been an overarching problem in the series: short-term thinking. It is completely natural that short-term thinking would be ubiquitous in a society undergoing constant warfare and violence. But short-term thinking causes problems, and when those problems are attacked with more short-term thinking, things can turn to shit so fucking quickly. Each of Kakashi’s decisions to prioritize Naruto and Sasuke so exclusively make sense through a short-term focus. His decision to teach Sasuke the chidori to fight Gaara makes sense through a short-term focus. It’s only when you step back and look at the pattern that you realize how fucked up these decisions are.

So when does Kakashi start to realize how wrong he’s been? In my opinion, it all comes home to him during the Five Kage Conference and his fight with Sasuke–a fight that prominently features the chidori that Kakashi is responsible for choosing to teach Sasuke. Kakashi says right out in this arc that he was a bad teacher. He is correct.

It’s the Fourth War when I see him really changing his view towards Sakura, and realizing just how much this wonderful, amazing, strong kunoichi isn’t the Sakura he thought he knew. But there’s a snag. She’s still all hung up on the guy  who literally everybody treated as more important than her safety from day one! Oops!

Originally posted by mittdwmrl

DAT CHEEK BRUSH THO.

And we haven’t even gotten into all the things that Sakura doesn’t know about Kakashi! So yeah the stage is set for amazing things, potentially, but this is Naruto so we don’t get nice things. But who cares, really? I mean, fuck, I ship all the canon ships except SS, so just take it from me: you do not want your Naruto ship to be canon. My God! You want Kishimoto writing your OTP?! You want Studio Pierrot writing it?!?! I ship NaruHina and I’ll never be the same. Don’t do that to them. Keep them in fandom, where they’re safe from the shitstorm that is the rest of post-699 Naruto.

*coughs* I seem to have run off the rails, anon, sorry about that. Onto your last point.

I am convinced that a not insignficant portion of Sakura’s shippability is her colour scheme. You wouldn’t think pink hair and green eyes would blend so well, but for some reason it really does? She just looks good with everyone!

anonymous asked:

I'LL FUCKJN FIGHT THE UNIVERSE MYSELF TO GET IT TO START LETTING GOOD THINGS HAPPEN TO THESE BOYS (20 fic continuation with 45 or 71 with "the best case scenario")

-Okay so I too am always a slut for angst, but I’m also a major softie so I’d die without happy endings. Pretty please do a part II of the #20 prompt??? Bonus points for Neil being a little shit about catching Andrew getting all mother-hen over him.

-Will you do a sequel to the Neil coma fic?

-I feel like reading your angst is like me asking you to step on my heart with stilettos on (but like in a good way?? somehow??) It’s like these boys suffered so much in canon that I feel bad wanting them to suffer more but like… the angst tho… But then again I’m always a sucker for a happy ending… So could you continue your prompt 20 post using prompt 59??

lmaoooo okay okay xD here’s the original post. I could only fit 45 and 71 in, but hopefully this is alright for everyone

#45 “What are you looking at?”
#71 “You don’t get to pick and choose. You’re stuck with me.”

Neil regains consciousness in increments, and it’s nothing like waking up. He feels like he’s floating, and then he feels heavy, and he’s aware that he’s in a bed but he’s not sure of anything else. He’s sure he’s forgetting about something, like there’s a scrap of information at the back of his mind but it’s hidden behind heavy boxes that won’t budge. He would need Andrew to move all of that baggage.

Andrew.

Neil becomes aware of someone talking to him, but it’s not Andrew. He knows that; it’s the only thing he’s certain of. 

He opens his eyes because he needs to know if Andrew is nearby. The first person he sees is a middle-aged woman smiling at him. Beside her stands a twenty-something man in polkadot scrubs. Neil frowns and turns his head the other way. Andrew’s eyes lock with his, and Neil feels less like there’s a stack of cinderblocks on his chest. HIs breath falls heavy from his parted lips, and for a moment he allows his eyes to close, knowing that Andrew is there to keep him safe.

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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Show Recap – 04/03/17

I’ve seen the show a few times now, so at this point I’m fairly picky about what I want to see. I have favourite versions of scenes and lines. I have favourite actors and actresses in the various roles. While every performance is always amazing, I have two main criteria for what constitutes a Good Show, as in, an above average performance of the play. 1. I want it to make me feel something. I want someone to make me cry, or flail, or laugh uproariously, or have to bury my face in my scarf to contain all my emotions. 2. I want to gain new insight into the characters, or the story, or the show itself. During this particular performance, both criteria were absolutely and completely met. 

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anonymous asked:

OMG I loved the Underswap comic and also your interpretations of each one >u<!!!. And in your Humantale version, who is older: Papyrus or Mettaton.???

General consensus in the council of papyton shippers would be that MTT would be older. 

(Wait…it’s not a general consensus?…Well screw it, my blog my rules)

In my version Papyrus is in his early twenties while Mettaton is in his late twenties. I don’t have a definitive number beyond that unfortunately.

anonymous asked:

My boyfriend who happens to be Korean just revealed to me all his kinks and it's kinky af. We've been together a year and some months and now he's saying all this freaky stuff outta nowhere...I'm shook. I thought I was a freak. I thought tf wrong. Btw he was born in korea and lived there until he was 20. Hes 26 now (I'm 18 so age gap lol) but I'm just trying to warn y'all that these Korean boys are definitely not shy and innocent, they're just quiet and reserved until they know you.

I think it’s annoying that some kpop fans take their babying to a whole nother level and think all idols and Asians are so innocent and don’t know what pussy looks like and baby them too much like they’re 1 year olds.