i don't know why i'm telling you since no one cares but whatever

anonymous asked:

RFA + minor trio please~ I don't admit this very often, but I'm a pretty casual cusser, so their reactions the first time they hear MC curse? Thank you~!

omg i love that you’re using “the minor trio” it just struck me at like 2 am and i thought it was adorable way to refer to the “desperately needs a route” club

okay okay I love this request here we go this got a bit goofier than i intended but w/e


  • what
  • but
  • princesses don’t swear!!!!
  • (well THIS PRINCESS DOES BUDDY [or prince or royal or whatever term of endearment u prefer])
  • You will wear your crown of profanity and rule over your trash kingdom in peace okay
  • Honestly Zen thinks it’s pretty sexy
  • Like every part of you is cute!!!
  • But when you swear it’s like
  • He’s imagining you as a biker chick or something. SO TOUGH. SO COOL.
  • Sometimes he tickles you and you swear at him and he’s just so delighted
  • he can never take it seriously though
  • unless you’re really mad at him
  • then he takes it really seriously.
  • He swears with you sometimes when you’re watching exciting things on TV. (like sports. and emotional dramas. and high-tension cooking shows.)


  • this precious little chick could never swear when his mom was around
  • never
  • n e v e r
  • it is now this super guilty forbidden pleasure so when he hears you just casually go “Ugh, fuck this shit” he’s like
  • ????
  • ?????!?
  • ?????!?!?!?!????!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!
  • why aren’t you whispering omg someone could hear you!!!!
  • You just look at him and you’re like
  • What?
  • dude we’re alone in the apartment
  • Okay so you have to teach this boy how to swear
  • he’s a denizen of the internet how has he not learned this shit by now
  • He says ‘crumbs’ instead of ‘crap’ and ‘darn’ instead of ‘damn’
  • Like holy heckeronni Yoosung UR SO CUTE
  • (one time he gets really drunk and says you have a “damn fine ass” and you’re LIKE OH MY GOD YOOSUNG WHERE DID THAT COME FROM)
  • (he’s quoting something he saw on TV lmao)

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anonymous asked:

hi! i'm a new twice stan and i don't know if you already posted it but can you tell me everything about the girls (name, age, position) to help me recognize them, about the group, concept(s).. if that's okay? thank you again and i love your blog

Hi! Welcome to our beautiful fandom, which is Once! 😄

The more video you watch, the easier you’ll recognize them (x). First of all, I think you already know that but Twice debuted on October 20, 2015. They have been through a competition survival show called SIXTEEN. “TWICE” means that the group will touch people’s hearts twice, once through the ears and once again through the eyes. Our official colors are Apricot & Neon Magenta. Important thing to know : they do love eating. Food is life for them

Im Nayeon (임나연)

Originally posted by yeowangs

Nayeon was born on September 22, 1995. She’s the eldest member but we often call her the “madnae” (which is a mix (in Korean) of eldest & maknae) since her personnality looks like a maknae. She’s the lead vocalist, face of the group (*1), center (even tho Tzuyu is the one for her). She’s Korean. She loves Oh My Girl as hell (& so many other gg). She likes babies & kissing the member (trust me). Sometimes she loses balance because of her left leg (she hurt it bc of a car accident when she was younger). She has a lot of aegyo (but Jeongyeon just hates it 😂). You can easily recognize her thanks to her bunny teeth! 

Yoo Jeongyeon (유정연)

Originally posted by 0506th

Jeongyeon was born on November 1, 1996. She’s a lead vocalist too. She has a famous sister who is Gong Seungyeon. She’s the girl crush of the group and thinks that’s because of her short hair (You’ll often hear Nayeon say that she’s really feminine tho). She’s good at cleaning, and members see her as a mom. She’s also called “no jam bros” with Chaeyoung bc, according to the members, they aren’t funny, I mean they are but they have jokes which make only them laugh. She’s a crybaby ♥. She’s also Korean. Idk which advice I should give you to recognize her so maybe the short hair ?

Hirai Momo (平井 もも or 모모 in Hangul)

Originally posted by jisoolyz

Momo was born on November 9, 1996. She’s a dancing machine, that’s why we call her “dancing momochine”, sub vocalist and rapper. She didn’t know what was her blood type until the show called “TWICE’s Elegant Private Life” (EPL), it’s A. She’s sexy, like really. Whatever the song is, she got the sexy vibe. But she’s also super cute. Her love for food is incredibly deep, especially for jokbal. Her motto is “If you work hard, you can eat delicious foodand she doesn’t like water. Momo means Peach. She likes Barbie a lot and her dogs too (who are Lucky, Petco, and Pudding). She’s a Japanase from Kyoto. To recognize her : her mouth & nose are unique~

Minatozaki Sana (湊崎 紗夏 or 사나 in Hangul)

Originally posted by beautyidol

Cutie-sexy Sana was born on December 29, 1996. Lead dancer & sub vocalist, ambassador of the iconic shy shy shy. She’s an only child who was casted during a shopping time with her friends (cf TWICE TV1). She’s known to be clumsy and a snake lol this is a jk. She likes collecting perfume and kissing/hugging everyone. Among the foreign members, Sana’s korean is the best. She’s a Japanese from Osaka. “No Sana No Life”, you can recognize her thanks to her perfect nose and eyes.

Park Jihyo (박지효)

Originally posted by fantasjihyo

Jihyo was born on February 1, 1997. She’s the main vocalist, leader & the heart of Twice. She trained for 10 years, takes care of the members very well and she likes to go to karaoke (cf Twicetagram with Nayeon). Tzuyu is like her precious baby. She lost a lot of weight (pretty sure bc people body shamed her). She likes to watch drama & she do love Signal. She couldn’t help but smile during Cheer Up bc Jo Jinwoong followed the ‘Shy Shy Shy’ dance. She has a lot of aegyo (she’s actually an aegyo machine), she’s a crybaby too & her voice is very loud. She’s known as Thomas bc her eyes are big (and that’s how you recognize her). She’s Korean.

Myoui Mina (名井 南 or 미나 in Hangul)

Originally posted by caesarspants

Mina was born on March 24, 1997. She’s a vocalist & dancer. Her nickname is “Penguin”. She likes ketchup a lot. Wherever there’s ketchup, there’s also Mina. She did ballet during 11 years and stopped everything just to be an idol. By the way, she likes a lot of group like CN BLUE. She had the shortest training period (1 year something like that) and she’s the definition of elegance. She can be sexy and cute af at the same time and we still don’t know how. Whenever she’s is stressed, she’ll end up crying. Her voice isn’t loud. She was born in Texas so you’ll probably see people calling her “Sharon”. She’s a Japanese from Kobe. To recognize her : her lips and moles!

Kim Da Hyun (김다현)

Originally posted by misamo

Dahyun was born on May 28, 1998. Lead rapper and sub vocalist. Her nickname is “Tofu” bc of her white skin. She was very popular due to her Eagle dance video. No chocolate no Dahyun, she’s extra, she’s like the mood maker (with Sana) of the group. Wherever the camera is, Dahyun will find it. She likes the digit “7″. She was invited to a lot of program, like Weekly Idol. She’s short & participed to the creation of some of their choreo. She’s Korean. To recognize her : her white skin.

Son Chae Young (손채영)

Originally posted by mimotwice

Chaeyoung, known as Chaeng Chaeng Chaeng, was born on April 23, 1999. She’s the main rapper (& sub vocalist). She is the shortest member of Twice & the other “no jam bros”. She really loves to draw, she can sing, dance & rap (like a Queen). She writes lyrics (the rap part of Precious Love was written by her). She wrote Eyes Eyes Eyes with Jihyo. She’s very close to Somi. She’s Korean too. To recognize her : idk, when you see her, you know she’s Chaeng, maybe her straight nose & beautiful lips? and moles~

Chou Tzuyu (周子瑜 or 쯔위 in Hangul)

Originally posted by girl-groups

Tzuyu was born on June 14, 1999. Vocalist, visual & our precious maknae. She’s the tallest & youngest member. Her nickname is “Yoda”. She’s often known for her pretty face but she wants her singing skill to be recognized too (cf TWICE TV1). She do love her dog, Gucci, and also Go Minjoong. Her way of talking is cute + she can’t really lie. You’ll probably end up wanting to protect her at all costs. She’s Taiwanese. To recognize her : her smile & tanned skin ?

from left to right : Jeongyeon, Mina, Jihyo, Sana, Dahyun, Nayeon, Chaeyoung, Momo, Tzuyu

from left to right : Dahyun, Tzuyu, Nayeon, Chaeyoung, Momo, Sana, Jeongyeon, Mina, Jihyo

from left to right : Dahyun, Nayeon, Momo, Chaeyoung, Sana, Jeongyeon, Mina, Jihyo, Tzuyu

from left to right : Mina, Jihyo, Jeongyeon, Sana, Momo, Nayeon, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, Tzuyu


Originally posted by only2yeon

Jeongyeon, Jihyo & Nayeon were supposed to debut  under the name of 6Mix (which didn’t happen at the end) so we call them “3Mix

Japan line

Originally posted by myouiminas

left to right : Sana, Mina, Momo. They often talk in Japanese with each other.

School Meal Adventure

Originally posted by kimnatozaki

This is the maknae line, you have a few ep of TWICE TV School Meal Adventure. Even tho Dahyun is an adult now, she’s still the leader of the maknae line.

*1 : Minatzu (Mina/Nayeon/Tzuyu) : visual of their country.

** roommate :

  • Jeongyeon & Momo
  • Big room : Jihyo, Sana, Nayeon & Mina
  • maknae line: Tzuyu, Chaeyoung & Dahyun

If you’ll only hold me tight…. Once upon a time I was falling in love, now I’m only falling apart. Once upon a time there was light in my life, now there’s only love in the dark. There’s nothing I can do- a total eclipse of the heart.

August 20th, 2017

According to the watch Pidge had, that was date. And according to her research, there would be an eclipse on Earth the next day. The first total eclipse in 99 years. If things went well, they could portal close enough to see it from the castle.

And after dinner, Lance was trying to psyche himself up to finally tell Keith how he felt. He was tired of holding in the emotions especially when Keith gave him such reassuring, soft smiles anytime Lance needed them most. Keith was a person who always had a scowl on his face if it was completely devoid of emotion. He was a person who only cared for people at a distance. He didn’t hug, he didn’t vocalize it, he didn’t show it.

But with Lance, he was different. Maybe it was in his head, maybe it was stupid, naïve optimism. But Keith had given him gentle smiles, offered comfort in the way he knew how, and protected him each time they had to fight. He was Keith’s right hand man, and his Korean crush didn’t seem to mind. He listened to Lance. He made sure Lance knew he was needed.

Ever since that talk in his room, Keith had been so different with Lance. Then Lance recognized the butterflies in his stomach when he heard Shiro telling Allura that Keith had offered to stay behind, returning the Black Lion, to help Coran. Lance knew Keith wasn’t close to Coran. Keith had done that for him. So he wouldn’t be the extra paladin. So he would still be needed. Keith lived for battle and he had offered to stay behind.

Ever since then, Lance only felt these emotions growing. With each smile that seemed especially for him, with each encouraging comment during training and after, with each chuckle and eye roll after Lance teased him lightly if only to keep up the familiar banter. He didn’t want to feed more hope into these feelings if Keith didn’t actually mean anything in those gestures. He had to at least let Keith know what he was beginning to feel before it caused problems instead of flowery, floaty feelings.

He kept pacing back and forth in the hallway trying to gather the courage to knock on his door. He fought fleets of Galra warriors, he fought mutated monsters sent after them, he defended the freaking universe. He could do this.

He couldn’t do this. He was a coward when it came to cute boys with galaxies for eyes and smiles that could melt icebergs as quickly as their glares could.

He shook his head, feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment, and he started walking away. Then he heard that familiar low voice with that pleasing rasp.

“Lance?” He froze and turned to face Keith. His hair was sticking to his forehead, his shirt different shades of black where the sweat soaked through it, and he was sporting a few new bruises. He had been training. “You okay?” Lance cleared his throat. There were too many ways to answer that question. “Hey. Seriously, what wrong?”

His dark eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes worried and a bright, beautiful violet color, surrounded by eyelashes that curled so elegantly it was unfair.

It was now or never.

“Could we talk?” Keith’s eyebrows twitched lower, and he nodded, gesturing to his room. “Um, actually, can we take a walk?” Keith stopped and stared at him before nodding again and turning, waiting for him to lead the way.

Lance started walking and swallowed the nausea building in his throat. He wasn’t sure how to start. He kept opening his mouth to talk only to completely hate the way whatever he was going to say would sound.

Once they’d reached the end of the hallway and turned, Keith spoke. “You’re freaking me out, Lance. Are you okay?”

“Don’t freak out,” he said, his voice shaking. “It’s nothing serious. And I don’t think it’s bad, I guess that up for interpretation, really. I just dunno where to start or how to say it without sounding stupid, you know and I-”

“Lance, you’re not stupid,” he interrupted with that gentle voice. Lance called it his serious voice. Keith had different tones for anything he said and Lance had managed to name each of them. His angry voice, his frustrated voice, his complacent voice, his tired voice, his sad voice-which was the same low voice but with a specific expression- and this one: his serious voice. A voice he’d started using with Lance more and more in place of angry or frustrated. It was his favorite.

“Lance, what is it?”

Lance blinked and brought himself back to reality, heaving a sigh. “I’m sorry, I’m probably making this out to be way more than it is. Just give me a moment, yeah?” Keith frowned and nodded.

They walked around, feet almost automatically walking toward the training room and past it to the hangar. Keith stayed quiet, waiting on Lance.

“Um. So first, I want to say thank you. Thank you for helping me especially when I feel like I’m not good enough or I don’t belong. I never really thought you’d be someone to help me with that, but… I mean I never thought I’d be flying a giant metal lion either.” He chuckled nervously and Keith’s lip quirked up slightly in that small, sweet smile that gave Lance butterflies. He cleared his throat and tried to use that smile to ground himself. “I really appreciate all of it.” They came to a stop in front of the lions. Lance looked at Blue sadly before turning to Red. Keith was looking at her too, but there wasn’t really any specific emotion in his face.

Lance gulped and licked his lips. “Look, we’re going to be out here for who knows how long. And we’re a team. So there shouldn’t be secrets right? I… I have to tell you something. I really don’t know how you’ll take it, okay? And I’m not expecting anything specific, I just have to tell you. I don’t want you to be angry, but… I guess I understand if you do get angry so-”

“Lance,” Keith said with a hand on his arm. “Breathe,” he encouraged. “What is it?”

He looked at him with concern, and Lance could feel the soft humming purr of his new lion in his head. He wondered if Keith could still hear her too. He couldn’t hear Blue. But Red seemed to be gently encouraging him. The purr was comforting, and Lance was filled with a distant calming emotion. It would be okay.

Lance took a breath, looked Keith in the eyes, and clenched his jaw. Then, in a single breath, he said, “I think I like you.”

There was no explosion. No burst of realization. No gasp, no look of disgust or joy. The only change on Keith’s face was a slight eyebrow raise, and the subtle parting of his lips. He never broke the eye contact.

“You're… not joking.” Lance pressed his lips together and shook his head slowly. “When you say ‘like,’ you mean….”

“A crush. Feelings. Romantic ones. Yeah,” he answered not really sure how to respond to this… unresponsive reaction.

“Oh.” He kept staring at Lance and the blush that spread across his cheeks spread so slowly, Lance almost didn’t notice. “That's… new. I’m not usually… um, likable I guess.” He finally looked away and Lance realized he could breathe. “Um… since when? Why?” He seemed so genuinely confused. Like the idea that Lance liked him wasn’t bizarre, but the fact that someone could was.

Lance felt a little less horrible and shrugged. “I can’t say for sure when. But… because of how much you care. Even if not in the most obvious ways, you just… you managed to make me feel like I mattered. And you’re inspiring. You’re dedicated and determined and you don’t just brush me off you know? Keith… I really admire you. From the way you’re ridiculously fearless and the way you stepped up to lead Voltron. It’s just…. I don’t know I just started getting all of these giddy feelings when I’d see you or when you’d smile at me the way do. I feel like I think clearer around you, I'm… better around you. But I’m also a mess.” He chuckled and shrugged. “I just really like being around you and the fact that I can talk to you without feeling stupid because you make sure I don't… feel that way.”

He looked up and saw Keith’s red face and wide eyes looking at him. “O-oh. Oh. Oh.” Lance gulped. Red, I might have broken him. He heard the low rumble of laughter in his head. Keith finally took a breath and managed to stammer out actual sentences. “I’ve kind of never been good with people. Relationships and stuff… it’s weird. Friendships, I mean. I just… I don’t really get the dynamic, you know, I’m used to being alone.”

Lance felt his heart sink, but he smiled and nudged him gently. “Hey. I told you; it’s cool, I don’t expect anything, I just wanted to tell you. Don’t think I’m trying to-”

“No, no, no,” Keith interrupted, waving his hands frantically. “I’m not saying…. I just mean…. I don’t think I’m the best person to get a crush on. But… this idea is… it feels, um, right? It just… makes sense.” Lance tilted his head in confusion and Keith gulped. “I mean… maybe I can learn. And maybe….”

Lance took a sudden breath, realizing what he meant. There was a chance? A possibility? Did Keith feel the same way? Could he?

Keith groaned and ran a hand through his hair. “Just give me a tick to string my thoughts into coherent sentences, okay? Here, come on.” He sat by Red’s paw and started chewing his nails. Lance sat in front of him awkwardly. “None of what I wanted to say came out right,” he breathed. He cleared his throat and sighed. “I’m still learning to take social cues and… I’m still learning to trust friends, and getting used to what it’s like to have friends. So it’s surprising to me that someone like you would like me.”

Lance frowned and scooted away slightly. “Someone like me?” he repeated.

Keith nodded. “Lance, you’re way more level-headed than me. You’re in touch with your emotions. You wear your heart on your sleeve and I… well I build walls around mine. I-I should be the one admiring you. And… um. Well I never really… thought about letting myself be interested in someone but maybe… I guess it kind of just clicked when the possibility of liking a guy came up. I…. Maybe with a little time or something, I-”

Lance placed a hand on his arm. “Hey Keith. Breathe,” he said with a smile. Keith smiled back at him, his cheeks dusted with red. “We’ll figure it out together, yeah?”

“That’d be nice,” he answered softly. “Thank you.”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course. Um…. Well, for now, I’m your right-hand man. You know that, right?”

Keith smiled and nodded. “Perfect. I’m going to go ahead and go to bed. I’m really tired,” he said with a light laugh.

Lance nodded and gestured for them to leave the hangar.

They’d barely made it one step out when the castle jostled, toppling them over and sirens rang in their ears. “What the-?”

“We’re getting attacked,” Keith realized, his voice dropping lower, his laughter gone. In its place a determined, angry expression. “Get your armor and your lion.” Lance nodded and raced off to tug on his armor. The original paladins really should have thought about making them a little more efficient.

He went to the red lion who had lost all the playful purrs and replaced with vicious, menacing growls. Lance went in, sitting at his pilot’s seat before flying her out of the castle. The black and blue lions were already out. Pidge and Hunk followed quickly after, and the particle barrier flew up around the castle, flickering after the damage it took to the system.

There were several Galra planes with ion blasters aimed toward them.

“We don’t have time to form Voltron,” Keith growled. “We have to knock out most of the defenses. If we can, try to pinpoint Lotor’s. If not, at least get rid of enough so Coran and Shiro can distract them long enough for us to form,” Keith commanded. His voice was certain, level, no rush, only determination.

“Roger that.”

“On it!”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“You got it.”

The lions spread out and a variety of colors began to paint the small part of the universe they were in. Blue, red, yellow, green, dark and light purple, white. All the beams and weapons shot across the sky creating a beautifully terrifying picture. The sounds of crashing metal, explosions, and weapons filled the silence. It was incredible to think that this was happening while the rest of the universe remained oblivious.

Pidge had taken a particularly hard hit, and Hunk spent half the time acting as her second armor while fending off his own Galran ships. Allura and Lance managed to work together to shoot down some of the Galras, but more took their place. Shiro and Coran were sending their own hits from the castle but it wouldn’t be long before the castle was surrounded by ion blasters and shot down if the paladins could make them retreat soon.

Of course, Keith had noticed and apparently decided to dive headfirst. Lance saw his lion speeding toward Lotor’s main battleship, the jaw blade slicing through any ship that came toward him and ducking any blasts shot his way.

“Keith! What are you doing?” Lance shouted into the comm.

“I’m cutting the head off this hydra,” he answered, his voice tight and angry.

“It’s dangerous to go al-”

“I’m already here, Lance,” Keith interrupted. “Keep fighting. All of you.”

Lance could barely keep himself focused knowing Keith was heading right into the belly of the beast. Suddenly he was knocked aside and Allura shot an ice ray at two enemy ships that had aimed at Lance. “Focus, Lance,” she chided.

“Someone has to help Keith,” he said.

“What?” she nearly shrieked. But Lance was already starting for Lotor and the black lion.

Come on, Red. I know you can do this.

Red seemed to snarl in response, moving quicker and smoother, dodging blasts, nearly controlling Lance’s body as he shot his magma beam until they reached the platform of Lotor’s ship. He was horrified to see Keith wasn’t even in his lion anymore.

“Keith what are you doing?” he shouted, not bothering to be subtle. “Get in your lion!”

“I’m in,” he answered softly. He was sneaking in. But did he really think Lotor wouldn’t know he was there? “He’s in range…. It would help if I had my sharpshooter, you know?”

Lance felt terror grip his throat. Too close, he was too close to danger. “Keith,” he said firmly. “Don’t do this. Get back in the lion.”

“Lance, I have a chance to end this. I’m taking it. Are you helping or-” There was a series of noises that none of the paladins knew what to make of.

“Keith?” Pidge shouted. “You there?”

“Are you okay, Keith?” Allura asked, her voice calm, but Lance knew her well enough to know her face would be panicked.

“Coran, Shiro, can you pick up his vitals?” Lance asked in a panic.

“He’s there. They must have knocked the helmet off, but he’s okay. I got his heartbeat on the system,” Shiro said.

“He’s surrounded by five Galra,” Coran added.

Lance growled under his breath and grit his teeth. “I told him,” he muttered as he left his lion.

“Lance what are you doing, dude?” Hunk shouted. “We can’t have you in danger too, get back in!”

“Sorry, big guy. He’d do the same if I was in there. I’m pulling him out by the ear,” he promised.

“Be careful, Lance,” Pidge warned before grunting, possibly in response to another attack. “Hunk!”

Lance shut them out and dipped into the ship, noting that there was a severe lack of security. He slinked through hallways, heart pounding like hummingbird wings. “Guys, can I get a location?” he whispered into his comm.

“Two more hallways down, turn right, second opening. It’s the control room,” Coran answered. “Have your shield up, my boy.”

“Got it,” Lance answered, sprinting closer. There were no guards. No cameras. No trip wires or booby traps.

Then he heard it. The fighting, the lack of mercy, the painful screams that made Lance’s blood freeze. He raced into the room, in time to shoot at a large Galra with tufts on the side of her head before she could get a hold of Keith. Keith looked over in surprise and seemed relieved when he saw Lance.

“I told you-!” Lance cut off when he saw another Galra, this one cloaked, coming toward him. There were no facial features- no eyes, no mouth, no nose. He stepped back and tripped over something. He felt a gentle pressure on his chest and opened his eyes. A cat. It was a cat.

Before he could shove it off, the blank faced Galra leapt onto him, hand clutching his throat without mercy.

He heard a growl, and he could see Keith in his peripheral vision. His blade was a blur, his body agile, moving where it had to, light as he jumped and turned and kicked. Lance gripped the Galra’s wrist and  thrust his elbow up to hit her in the chin, causing her to jump back. Lance aimed his blaster at her, scowling as sher tilted her head, and the cat hissed and flicked its tail.

“Move!” Keith shouted, gripping his arm and dragging him back as a beam blasted the ground where he’d been standing.

“If you’d listened to me, this wouldn’t be happening!”

“But I didn’t and it is, you really want to have this argument now?” he snapped, as he stood back to back with him, eyeing the Galra generals. There was a pink one with colorful markings and a childish smile standing in front of Lance. She didn’t look Galran at all. Not like the others. In fact, Lance could imagine himself trying to hit on to her if they’d met on a different planet.

“They brought two of the kitties!” she said happily. As if there wasn’t a full-blown battle underway.

“I thought so,” a deep, musical voice purred. Lance let his eyes drift where he saw movement, his hand tensing around the trigger of his blaster. He saw a Galran with stark white hair and yellow eyes with purple irises like Keith’s and an angular face. Lotor.

He seemed so calm, so at ease.

“Can we kill them yet?” the one with tufts growled. “I want the tall one,” she snarled, baring her teeth.

“Patience,” Lotor said almost lazily. “Narti. Bring the lions aboard.” The cloaked one slinked away.

“You take two I take two?” Lance whispered. He heard Keith huff in response. Then he heard an angry shriek as Keith lunged forward and brought his blade down on a human-esque Galra. The only thing that showed she was Galra was her skin tone and the ridges on her head. The violent one lunged at Lance, but he managed to duck and roll out of the way, coming up on one knee to shoot, the force of the blow throwing her against Lotor.

“Oh, you’re cute!” the pink one said, flipping him upside down with the strange tail growing out of her head like a fleshy ponytail. Then she threw him against the wall.

“Lance!” Keith shouted. He shoved the Galra aside and started for the pink one who danced around him with a musical laugh, moving as quickly as Keith. Lance pulled himself up and shot at the other Galra. Lotor scowled as the taller one blocked the hits with a large piece of metal.

“Let’s go!” he snapped. “We have the lions. These two are useless.” The pink one managed a graceful backflip back towards Lotor, leaving Keith breathless as he glared. “Acxa. Make sure the fleets pull back. We can get the other lions another day.” The humanoid one nodded and slipped away, casting a final glare at them, reminding Lance of Keith.

As the metal started coming down, Lance shot again, shoving the unsuspecting Galra back. She growled, but Lance kept his blaster levelled with his eyes, ready to shoot again.

Lotor scowled and looked at them with contempt. “I’m feeling generous, paladins. Leave. Your services are no longer needed.” He smirked and turned away as if the fact that both Lance and Keith had weapons meant nothing to him. The other two followed.

As much as Lance wanted to go after them, he knew it would be futile. They could barely fight them off last time when they were all together and now Lotor was there too. He gripped Keith’s arm and tugged him. “Let’s go. We’ll figure out how to get the lions back,” he said. He had to call for one of the others to come get them and take them back to the Castle of Lions.

Then Lotor’s voice echoed through the control room. “Oh, and Zethrid? Get the bayards.”

Just like that the Galra was on them, all growls and angry hits, tossing Lance aside like a rag doll as she wretched the blaster from his hands. He saw spots in his vision for a few seconds before he could process Keith shouting his name again.

When his sight refocused, he saw Keith slicing his blade down, pushing Zethrid’s growling figure back, back, back. She lifted the blaster, but that was a long range weapon. Keith was fighting too close, moving too quickly.

Lance heard more commotion, heard more fighting. Had the others come to help? One had called back the other fleets. The paladins were free to help. Maybe they could still win.

Lance saw the blue blast fill the room before he heard it. He turned, shrieking for Keith in a panic, stumbling forward to find him. Then he heard a defiant yell and the sound of a blade being impaled. There was an angry roar and Lance saw Keith’s blade shoved into Zethrid’s side. She shoved him back, hitting him with the butt of the blaster before stumbling away, panting for breath.

“Keith? Keith!” Lance shouted. Half of him wanted to hug Keith, and half of him wanted to yank him by the ear. But the second he saw him still standing, he decided to go with the former. He struggle to get onto his feet and threw his arms around Keith, pulling him in tightly as he was flooded with relief. His limbs began to shake from the adrenaline coursing through him. “Oh thank God you’re okay.”

“L-Lance?” he croaked.

“I’m right here,” he said. Keith’s arms came around him, then he slumped, and Lance staggered before he could regain his grip. “Keith?”

“That blaster hurts so quiznacking much,” he wheezed. His eyes were glazed over, struggling to focus on Lance. Lance’s eyes went wide and he let them trail down. The white armor at his chest was smeared with crimson blood. Blood that kept flowing out from the the black nylon just under the slope of the armor, glistening in the most sickening way as it pulsed out of him. He had been hit too close.

Lance fell to his knees, cradling Keith gently and shook his head. “No, no, no. You’re gonna be okay, okay? Focus on me. Look at me. Look at me.” Keith’s violet eyes flickered to him, blinking rapidly. Lance was vaguely aware of the fighting happening outside the room. “The others are here. They’ll be here soon okay, just hold on. Keith, talk to me. Please.”

“It- hurts,” he choked, his face contorting, his body spasming in Lance’s arms. His eyes stayed on him. “Ev-everything hurts.” He gasped for air and coughed, causing blood to sputter out and dribble down the corner of his mouth. “I-I should’ve… li-listened to you.”

“Yeah, you think so?” Lance answered, his voice weak and breaking as he held Keith. “It’s okay. We’ll patch you up and put you in a healing pod and then when you’re out, I’m going to hound you for this. I’ll put you in time out and everything. You’re officially grounded.” Keith’s mouth quirked, but instead of sending butterflies through Lance, it caused terrified goosebumps. His eyes were too distant. The blood was bright against his pale, sweaty face. Lance gulped and held him tighter. “Then we’ll go see the eclipse. We can sit together. Drink space juice and watch and pretend none of this ever happened,” he continued with a soft, weak voice. He wasn’t sure he believed himself.

“Sounds… like… a date,” he breathed. His breaths were short and his grip was losing strength as he clung to Lance. The words made a half sob, half laugh bubble up in Lance and he pressed his forehead to Keith’s. “Take care of Red for me,” he mumbled.

“W-what? Keith? No, no, no, Keith, wake up,” Lance said, shaking him. Keith winced, but his eyes fluttered open. “Don’t fall asleep. Don’t you dare, Mullet. We’re in the middle of battle, you can’t fall asleep. I swear I’ll start calling you Sleeping Beauty if you dare fall asleep on me.”

Keith smiled weakly, his fingers twitching as they gripped Lance’s arm. “As long as you wake me up,” he whispered, shutting his eyes.

“No, Keith. Open your eyes. Open your eyes, come on,” he insisted. Keith did, but it was obvious he was struggling. His gaze focused on the ceiling as his eyes watered and more blood seeped from his mouth. “Keith, come on,” Lance moaned.

“I-I don’t… I don’t feel anything any-anymore,” he gasped.

“Keith, stay with me. Stay awake, okay?” Lance whimpered. Keith’s breaths slowed, his eyes fluttering before they turned blank, slightly cross-eyed as his head lolled to the side.


He shook Keith almost violently. “Come back! Come back, come back, come back!” he pleaded. “No, no, no!” he wailed, pulling Keith closer, sobbing into his hair as his limp body rested against him. Lance placed his lips to his icy, sweaty forehead, sobbing, hands shaking as he caressed him, begging him to wake up, to come back.

He heard the rush of footsteps, heard the gasps, the shriek that must have come from Pidge, but he couldn’t bring himself to lift his head from where it remained buried in the crook of his neck, covered by that stupid, adorable mullet. Keith had been his rival. Then he became his leader. Then his friend. He became one of the few friends Lance could trust completely. And now he was gone.

No more smiles. No more varying tones of voice. No more galaxy eyes reading him like an open book. No more maybes, no more hope, no more….

Without The Suit

Warnings: A big sad Peter rip

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Genre: A tiny bit of angst but lots of fluff~

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I absolutely loved this request, I reeeally hope I did it justice and wrote it to your standards


Peter Parker was everything to you. He was your boyfriend, your companion, and most importantly your best friend. You trusted him with your deepest darkest secrets and he trusted you with his. That’s why, after only a month of dating, Peter decided to tell you that he was the spider themed hero that the entire school was constantly talking about.

It was the middle of the night and you woke up to someone tapping loudly on your window. You sat up slowly, still half asleep. When you saw who it was you felt your stomach drop and suddenly every part of you was wide awake. Spider-man was hanging upside-down outside and was waving at you.

“Oh my god, no way!” you whispered. You quickly opened the window, allowing the masked figure to gracefully climb inside your bedroom. You couldn’t help but stare as he stood before you. He looked so intense and bold that you had to remind yourself that you weren’t still dreaming.

The mood was ruined almost immediately as Spider-Man went to lean against your bed frame but misjudged the distance and ended up stumbling over, knocking the lamp off of your bedside table.

“Shit, sorry!” he exclaimed as he fumbled around trying to put everything back to the way it was. You froze, putting the pieces together in your mind. You would have recognized his voice anywhere. You had listened to that voice talk for hours and hours at a time. It was the voice that calmed you down after every bad day and made you feel at ease.

“Peter?” you murmured. Spider-man nodded slowly, pulling back his mask to reveal your very own boyfriend. Your heart stopped and it took every ounce of self control not to throw yourself into his arms.

“Surprise!” he said with a grin. You were definitely surprised to say the least. Peter sat down on your bed and patted the spot next to him inviting you to join. The two of you talked the entire night, you listening to his exciting stories about fighting crime as Spider-Man. You didn’t think you could admire that boy any more than you already did but man were you wrong.

Everything changed after that night. For one thing, you had to bite your tongue every time you overheard girls talking about their crushes on Spider-Man. Peter made you swear not to tell anyone and you wouldn’t dare break that promise. At the same time, you were much more in tune with the news and gossip about him. Not to be weird but there was something about seeing Peter in that suit that got you going, and knowing that it was your boyfriend behind the mask made it even better.

“Peter have I ever told you how awesome it is that you’re Spider-Man?” you asked one day when you were hanging out at his house.

“I-I think you’ve mentioned it,” he said, his ears turning pink. You giggled, loving how embarrassed he got when you brought it up.

“Every single girl out there wishes she could date a superhero, how did I get so lucky?” You leaned over to kiss him on the cheek and he laughed.

“I think I’m the lucky one here,” he said with a grin. “Anyway, I think I should get going. There’s some stuff I have to take care of…”

“Say no more,” you said, standing up. “Be careful though.”

“Trust me, I always am,” he replied and grabbed his backpack. You both went your separate ways, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit odd about it. You were always nervous that Peter was going to get hurt while he was gone, but for some reason you couldn’t shake the bad feeling you had about tonight. You ignored it and headed home, knowing that whatever it was Peter could handle it.

A few hours later your mom came knocking on your bedroom door. She told you that Peter was there and that he wanted to see you. Your face lit up just like it did every time the two of you were together. However, when you laid eyes on your boyfriend your spirits fell immediately. His eyes were puffy and his face was red and you could tell he had been crying. He was wearing a t-shirt that was at least two sizes too big and some pink Hello Kitty pajama pants, looking absolutely miserable.

“Peter!” you cried. “What happened? Are you hurt?” He shook his head, avoiding your gaze.

“Y/N I… I have something I need to tell you,” he said in a low voice.

“Okay,” you said. “You can tell me anything.” He swallowed nervously and took a deep breath. He balled up his fists and looked anywhere other than at at you. You walked over and wrapped your arms around him. He stood as still as a statue and you could feel his uneven breathing and rapid heart rate as you pressed yourself against his chest.

“Peter, it’s alright,” you whispered. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to it’s just that I-”

“Mr. Stark took my suit,” he burst out suddenly, his voice cracking. You looked up at him, his eyes finally meeting yours. They were filled with tears, and your heart broke.

“Aw Pete I’m so sorry,” you said, and you meant it. You knew that being Spider-Man was a big part of his life and that Tony was someone that he idolized. Peter stared at you for a moment blinking furiously before absolutely breaking down.

“Y/N I-I can’t…” he stammered before letting out a sob. “I’m sorry, I’m n-nothing without the suit. If I don’t have the suit, I can’t do anything. I’m not cool, I’m not impressive, I’m not interesting and oh god please just…. Please don’t leave me.” He got quieter and quieter as he went on, pleading with you.

“Why would I leave you?” you said softly. “Listen to me when I tell you that you mean the entire world to me. Sure, Spider-Man is a hero and stuff but so what? Peter Parker is funny, brilliant, and caring. Not to mention he’s incredibly cute and brave and sweet. Get it through your head that I’m not in love with Spider-Man. I’m in love with you. I have been since the day we met.”

“B-But you seemed to like me so much more when I had the suit on,” he mumbled. “Everyone does. If I’m not wearing it then no one cares about me.” You sighed and reached out to wipe the tears off of his cheeks. He closed his eyes at your touch, looking completely broken and defeated.

“Peter, I’ve always cared about you. I don’t like you any less or any more when you have the suit on. I like you all the time, your clothes don’t change who you are. I loved you then and I love you now. Never in a million years would I ever leave you, especially not over something like this.” By the time you had finished talking you were crying too, and from the look on his face you could tell that Peter believed you. He finally pulled you in closer and the two of you stood there together for a while in silence.

“I’m sorry I overreacted,” Peter said, finally finding his voice. “I just… I’m so scared of losing you, you know? For a while I thought being Spider-Man and impressing Mr. Stark was the most important thing in my life, but now…” He trailed off, his grip around your waist tightening a tiny bit as he kissed the top of your head.

“Y/N you’re my whole world.”

when your town's urban legends kinda suck
  • Rebellious Teen: My dad used to tell me this legend about a guy from around these parts who wore a pig-mask and was always carrying a baseball bat. He said that if you saw him, he would give you two riddles. If you got one right, he'd whack you with his bat and chase you off. If you got both right, he'd give you anything you desire. And if you get both wrong, well, you'd become a part of his mask.
  • Lethargic Teen: Wow, so was he like magical?
  • Rebellious Teen: I don't know.
  • Lethargic Teen: I mean, he could give you anything you desire so he has to be kinda magical.
  • Rebellious Teen: That's pretty much implied.
  • Lethargic Teen: Then why'd you say you don't know?
  • Rebellious Teen: I don't know.
  • Lethargic Teen: Also, does making you a part of his mask mean that he like shrinks you down so you're a very tiny person and he tapes you to the mask? Or is it more grisly in that he kills you and takes a patch of your skin to be a part of his mask?
  • Rebellious Teen: I don't know. We didn't come out here to talk about the logistics of this dude. We're here to see if he's real.
  • Lethargic Teen: *yawns* But, he's probably not real.
  • Rebellious Teen: Ugh! I know he's probably not real, but it's creepy and fun to think he is. Have you ever heard of fun?
  • Lethargic Teen: If I wanted to have creepy fun, I'd be at home playing Resident Evil which I much prefer to standing out here in these smelly woods.
  • Rebellious Teen: Can you chill for like two seconds and maybe enjoy your time out instead of being so damn pedantic?
  • Lethargic Teen: I don't even know what pedantic means. I'm legitimately too dumb to know.
  • *sound of footsteps on grass*
  • Rebellious Teen: Shit! Hide! *pushes lethargic teen beneath the bushes and peaks out to see who's coming*
  • Lethargic Teen: It sucks down here.
  • Rebellious Teen: *whispering* Shut the fuck up.
  • Lethargic Teen: You have a fat ass. Have we known each other for long enough that I can casually call your ass fat in a non-sexual way. Because you have a really fat ass and I'm only just noticing now.
  • Rebellious Teen: If you don't shut the fuck up right now, I'm going to literally choke you to death. But thanks. My ass is fat.
  • Pig-Mask: *walks by dragging a baseball bat attached to a leash behind him*
  • Rebellious Teen: Oh, fuck. He's real.
  • Lethargic Teen: It's probably just some guy dressed like him.
  • Rebellious Teen: I'm going to confront him!
  • Lethargic Teen: You're gonna get killed maybe. I don't know.
  • Rebellious Teen: *hops out of the bushes* Hey, pig-mask!
  • Pig-Mask: *slightly glances behind him* ...Oh, bother.
  • Rebellious Teen: I know all about you. So... uhh...
  • Pig-Mask: Can we just get this over with. I want to go home.
  • Rebellious Teen: Uhm.
  • Lethargic Teen: *crawls out of the bushes*
  • Rebellious Teen: What do I do?
  • Lethargic Teen: Iunno. You're the one who knows the legend.
  • Rebellious Teen: Yeah, but the legend doesn't really say how you're supposed to go about confronting the guy.
  • Pig-Mask: Oh yeah, I'm supposed to ask you guys two questions.
  • Lethargic Teen: Two questions each?
  • Pig-Mask: I'm really tired so you guys can share two. One for each of you.
  • Rebellious Teen: I'm fucking fired-up! Shoot those damn riddles at me! I don't care! I'm not afraid of you!
  • Pig-Mask: Please don't yetll. Here is my first riddle: Who is the uhh... what is... uhm... what day is it?
  • Lethargic Teen: Wednesday.
  • Pig-Mask: Hmm... is that right? *looks down at baseball bat* Is today Wednesday?
  • Baseball Bat: *wan* *wan*!
  • Pig-Mask: Yeah, today's Wednesday. Congratulations you got it right.
  • Lethargic Teen: That wasn't a riddle.
  • Rebellious Teen: Seriously, that was just a super easy question.
  • Pig-Mask: Oh, bother... I guess your second test will have to be a riddle. Oh, bother. Let me get out my riddle book. *digs in his pants* Bother, bother, bother, bother... here we go.
  • Pig-Mask: *opens his tiny book* Okay, so... this one's not good. This one is kind of racist. I don't think this one is in English. Whatever. *tosses book* Here is your second riddle. What day is it?
  • Rebellious Teen: You asked that already!
  • Pig-Mask: Yeah, I did. Sorry... I guess. *sighs*
  • Lethargic Teen: *yawn* This guys sucks.
  • Rebellious Teen: Yeah, dude! You really fucking suck!
  • Pig-Mask: Sorry, my dad was a lot cooler. I have depression and anxiety and stuff. I haven't really been in any sort of mood recently, y'know. Feels like nothing even matters anymore.
  • Rebellious Teen: It really was a waste of time coming out here. Come on. Let's go home.
  • Lethargic Teen: Finally, can you carry me there?
  • Rebellious Teen: Sure, hop in my arms.
  • Lethargic Teen: *hops on up and smooches rebellious teen right on the cheeks* I'm going to pass out in your arms now. *goes limp*
  • Rebellious Teen: Goddamn, you're heavy. Why did I agree to do this? *waddles away*
  • Pig-Mask: Ah, their relationship is so wholesome. I wonder what it feels like to carry another human?
  • Baseball Bat: *wan* *wan*!
  • Pig-Mask: No, like a living human. Also, since when can you bark like a dog and stuff.
  • Baseball Bat: *gone*
  • Pig-Mask: Oh, you weren't real. *cocks head to the side* I wonder where I got this leash from? Just another of the mysteries of the world, I guess.
Sith Culture

In my feeble attempt to bring a bit more into worldbuilding and storytelling, I shall tackle a bunch of little things within Sith Pureblood culture.

I had to add the “read more” cause it’s looooonng……

Disclaimer: Please note there will be things on here that I don’t agree or condone when applied to ~REAL LIFE~.
(it should be obvious, but this is tumblr so i gotta say this)

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today is my 1st tumblr anniversary!

I was going through a few of my old posts and I thought I remembered starting my blog in October, and when I looked at the actual date of my first post on here, it was October 29, 2016!! I can’t believe it’s already been one year since I gathered the guts & started this blog & started to post my writing (the very first was my Park Place series)!

in only a year, I’ve (somehow) gained 3700 followers, strengthened my love for both writing and reading fanfiction, fallen deeper in love with my favorite characters, and most importantly, formed so many friendships I wouldn’t otherwise have had I not started this blog. 

so, I want to say thank you to everyone. to all of my followers and friends, who have been here all this time supporting me and encouraging me to write and broaden my creative horizons. some of you have been here from the very beginning, and to me it’s crazy that some of you have stuck around my weird self for so long, and have continued reading my work all this time. I’m insanely grateful and shocked that I get as much support as I do, but I’m no less grateful for each and every one of you. if you’re not mentioned here, know that I love you & appreciate you just as much - I wish I COULD tag each and every one of you (3703, to be exact), but that be a bit hard. also, I’m still a bit foggy from pain, but I want to write this all anyway, so just let me know if I missed anyone!

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Prince Charming Is A Lie (Or Possibly Hellspawn)

Look, it’s 1am which is way later that I’m usually awake (because 25 is the new 80) and I wrote a thing because feelings occurred. So have 2.5k of feelings occurring. 

Blame the sleeplessness if it’s terrible.

“I think it was a mistake to kiss me, that first time.”

 Derek doesn’t look at him, continues to play with his fingers and Stiles feels like there’s a lead weight in the pit of his stomach.

 "How so?“ His voice is barely a croak. They’ve been together for a year, now, and if Derek thought their first kiss was a mistake, then maybe he’s just felt obligated to continue the relationship. Maybe the nebulous ideas Stiles has for a future have all been for nothing.

 Derek frowns and Stiles knows not to interrupt when he’s thinking – when he furrows his brow that particular way, he’s trying to figure out the best way to articulate something. Derek can hold his own in an argument, and is never at a particular loss for words, but sometimes he pauses to make sure the words he’s picking are the most effective.

 It’s what, Stiles thought, makes him so good for Stiles, who doesn’t think about what’s coming out of his mouth until twenty seconds after it’s already said. Derek’s arguments are carefully constructed and solid, while Stiles’ sow chaos and account for the inevitability of any plan going to hell in a handbasket, and they work together.

 At least, he’d thought so.

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easy company + flirting
  • luz: definitely either a movie quote or shitty pun that will get you laughing,, mainly to take your mind off of the war but as soon as he realises what he's said, he'll give you that smile that could cure cancer.
  • guarnere: his mama raised no fool so he will treat you with the utmost respect but obviously a little innuendo hurt nobody.
  • liebgott: he says something that's originally meant to be snarky,, probably along the lines of "i'm gonna punch you in the mouth.. softly.. with mine."
  • webster: now he would be the type to romance you, no doubt about it, but before all the initial romancing he would want to find out what makes you tick just so he can have an in depth discussion with you and listen to your every thought.
  • shifty: are you kidding me? this man could just shoot a smile your way and you would be a literal puddle.
  • toye: he loves his brass knuckles - we all know this - but this little shit would probably come up to you in the mess hall and say "my knuckles aren't the only things that are brass." and my god he will give you the biggest shit eating grin and wink at you like nobody else is in the room.
  • lipton: he's the mama hen so he's gotta look out for all his company but he'll stick his neck out for you the most and once the guys tell you what he's doing you'll go off because you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself but he'll just blush and apologise while confessing why he was mothering you most.
  • speirs: does he even know how ?? like maybe he'll be a little nicer to you than everyone else, not that you'd notice since nobody knows what speirs is like when he's nice. would probs offer you a smoke or something shiny if he's feeling up to having his affections being exposed.
  • perconte: shares all of his tips for having pearly whites and would let you in on where to get a hot bath even if all the buildings are blown up,, one day he'll come up to you and say "i like you more than i like good hygiene."
  • nixon: he'll offer you some of his alcohol and if you don't drink then, perfect, more for him but if you do then he would be more than willing to share.
  • winters: he's not a huge flirt,, really all he will do is pull you to the side away from the others and tell you what a great job you're doing and that easy are lucky to have you on board,, he'll also have a slight smile tugging at his lips - after he compliments you - that he tries to hide,, not from you but the rest of the company.
  • babe: he would (in the nicest way) turn into a bumbling idiot whenever he's around you and he'd get teased by all the guys since he would confide in guarnere and initially that isn't the best thing he could've done since whenever he tries to talk to you, one of the other guys will say something that gets him blushing so furiously his cheeks and hair are a perfect match.
  • roe: he's essentially the backbone of the company so he needs to pay attention to detail although, like lipton, he probably pays more attention to you than he needs to,, not that you mind since he gets you everything you need / haven't asked for / didn't even know you needed yet. got a cold? he'll hit you up with meds. a little chilly? here he comes with blankets.
  • buck: shit man this guy is shameless and doesn't have the time to waste on flirting so he just outright tells you that he likes you but makes sure he has eye contact because his eyes are so pretty that no one can resist them.
  • malarkey: you always offer him company after muck and penkala die because before he would always make sure to give you an extra hand whenever you needed it, he respected that you didn't need him there all the time but the two of you would often be found together helping the other with whatever punishment sobel had to bestow on you,, muck and penkala would notice that the two of you had a connection and would always give an excuse to leave the two of you alone together to which the both of you would roll your eyes at them.
  • muck: muck ?? flirt ??? mans doesn't need to,, he has two of the best wingmen on the planet to do all the work for him,, not that he would admit his actual feelings and what most of malarkey and penkala do is tease him endlessly in front of you but that suits him just fine to see the smile and slight blush on your face at whatever they have to say.
”Typical Vettel” (Part 2 - Spanish Grand Prix 2017)
  • Q: When are you happy? Do you define happyness in the moment or do you define happyness over longer period?
  • SV: It's more about the small things [in life]. On my outbound flight, I was flying first class and the lady came with the pralines but I asked her to bring me some chocolate from the economy class. At first, she looked confused - but personally, I prefer milk chocolate over pralines.
  • That's maybe a dumb example, but I think it's more about the small things. In that moment, the milk chocolate made me happier than the pralines. And I think there are always those small things or moments.
  • When you look back of course the victory and its meaning and everything.
  • Q: I meant as the person Sebastian Vettel.
  • SV: Exactly! The moment when I look down [from the podium] and see how the boys laugh, beam and what [my victory] means to them. So I can give them back something and that's making me really happy. It's less likely about what this means but it's about the moment and to see their reactions.
  • Making others happy is making me happy. I actually prefer making other people happy. When it comes to me, I'm more reserved and stingy and tell myself ”okay you don't need that” or ”that's not necessary” - but when someone else wants something, I tell them ”okay, that's good” or ”oh yeah, of course”.
  • Q: And how is it going in private? You once said mowing helps you calm down. Why do you do that? Is being the house husband also making you happy (or feel lucky) that you can completely calm down?
  • SV: Well ... yeah. Just alone the fact you reached or archived something. It probably sounds stupid when I say ”I mowed for two hours, yes I'm done now” - but that's how it is. You can give back and when you mowed, you can say ”I did that all ok my own". That makes me happy.
  • Or when I go hiking or just go walking or whatever and when you're on the top of a mountain and you can look down - that's making me happy as well and it feels amazing to look down and think ”you did this on your own”. It's not like I tell everyone on my way back home ”I just was up there and I did that on my own” and I don't really care about the time it took me to do that.
  • But the fact that I can do it, that I'm allowed to do it, that I'm healthy [that makes me happy] - which is probably quite important when you reach my age and when it sinks in. That I'm free to do things, the I can enjoy the things I do and not everyone is that lucky.
  • Q: You are a privileged person. You're someone who could buy a lot of things most people can only dream of. Are you still a economical person or how do you live?
  • SV: I think it's important - at least for me it is - to stay down to earth, to evaluate situations correctly and to not lose track - even if you've got a lot of opportunities. It's somehow funny because lots of people expect you to do those things just because you could. They think [your] life is so special and exclusive and that you've got something to do the whole day. But I think everyone needs to figure out what makes him/her happy and I think that something you should keep in mind.
  • Of course there is stuff I dreamed of when I was younger and I can buy that stuff now.
  • Q: For example?
  • SV: Well I don't know, for example the car you always wanted as a child - it made you happy back then.
  • Q: Obviously it's a Ferrari.
  • SV: Of course! For me, it was a F40. Those are milestones that make you happy for a moment.
  • I'm aware that I'm really lucky with my life. But I think I can count myself really lucky because I can range it now. All those opportunities on the one hand and knowing that those material things can't make you truly happy. Looking left and right is important in my opinion to not lose track and to stay down to earth.
  • We have the privilege of traveling around the world and you can notice lots of things when you look left and right. Who doesn't notice that he or she has a good life has other things to worry about and isn't self-satisfied.
  • [Some things probably don't add up or don't make sense since he tends to start a new sentence before ending the old one and stuff and please be aware this isn't a word to word translation.]
What went down in The Puppeteer
  • Manon: hey Marinette come play with these dolls
  • Marinette: why is there a small child in my room
  • Marinette: what did I do to deserve this
  • Manon: I'm here to play with dolls and also get akumatized and wreck literally everything in the most epic way
  • Marinette: well at least you're up front about it
  • Marinette: so can you get on that
  • Manon: nah, first I'm gonna spend ten minutes playing with dolls
  • Marinette: can I fast-forward to the epic fight scenes
  • Manon: nope
  • Marinette: and get the f**k away from my stuff
  • Manon: no, come play with the dolls!
  • Marinette: ok so this little guy is mr Rogercop and he says to get the f**k away from my g*****n stuff you little s**t
  • Manon: I need an adult...
  • Marinette: c'mon, that was a pretty good Roger impression
  • Manon: I'm literally five
  • Marinette: right
  • Nadja: ok Manon it's time to go
  • Manon: no I wanna steal Marinette's dolls
  • Nadja: no, stealing is wrong Manon
  • Manon: but Marinette steals phones all the time! is that wrong?
  • Marinette: huh um well idk what she's talking about
  • Nadja: hey where did my phone go?
  • Marinette: that was a close one
  • Marinette: now imma go ride a train with Alya
  • Manon: plot twist, I stole the Lady Wifi doll!
  • Nadja: this was to be expected
  • Nadja: and as such, the doll will be removed from your possession
  • Manon: dangit
  • Hawkmoth: hey Manon do you wanna get your doll back
  • Manon: isn't that stealing?
  • Hawkmoth: it's not stealing if you don't get caught
  • Manon: I don't think that's how stealing works
  • Hawkmoth: come on, just become the f**king Puppeteer already
  • Manon: I need an adult...
  • Hawkmoth: I am an adult
  • Manon: really? ok then, let's do this!
  • Marinette: why is Adrien on this train
  • Alya: I really have no idea
  • Alya: but maybe you should stop staring at him
  • Puppeteer: Lady Wifi, come to life!
  • Alya: *transforms*
  • Marinette: oh freakin no
  • Lady Wifi: *shoots internet at Marinette*
  • Adrien: welp better hide and transform
  • Plagg: where can we hide
  • Adrien: how about in the place where the engineer drives the train
  • Plagg: oh f**k yes
  • Plagg: *begins to drive the train at a worryingly high speed*
  • Adrien: Plagg, claws out!
  • Plagg: friiiiiiiick
  • Chat Noir: *stops train, Spider-Man style*
  • Chat Noir: aaaaaaaand, Lady Wifi got away
  • Chat Noir: I am good at this
  • Lady Wifi: *ascends to the highest point of the building*
  • Lady Wifi: *begins broadcast*
  • Lady Wifi: hey Paris! I'm Lady Wifi, coming at you live with NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP, NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN
  • Bystanders: oh holy s**t it's a rickroll, run away!
  • Hawkmoth: maybe get back on track, Puppeteer?
  • Puppeteer: yeah that's what I've been trying to tell her
  • Ladybug: fite me Lady Wifi
  • Lady Wifi: lemme steal these dolls first
  • Ladybug: stealing is wrong, Lady Wifi
  • Lady Wifi: says the person who just stole my phone
  • Ladybug: admit it, I'm good at this
  • Ladybug: bye bye little butterfly that isn't there which is defs a bad thing that means Lady Wifi is gonna wreck me now
  • Lady Wifi: *takes dolls and ollies outy*
  • Ladybug: that was unexpected
  • Chat Noir: *miscellaneous bad flirting*
  • Ladybug: yeah you were very helpful back there
  • Chat Noir: ikr
  • Ladybug: now let's follow Lady Wifi
  • Lady Wifi: *rejoins Puppeteer and hands over the dolls*
  • Puppeteer: now I'm gonna win!
  • Chat Noir: *air guitar*
  • Ladybug: no that wasn't meant as a song cue, Chat Noir
  • Chat Noir: oh
  • Puppeteer: you're too late, Ladybug
  • Puppeteer: even now, I have reinforcements on the way
  • Ladybug: then I guess we'll have to stop you before they get here
  • Evillustrator: HEY GUYS
  • Evillustrator: hey Roger, did you see that? I got a dramatic moment! I finally didn't screw it up!!!
  • Rogercop: yeah of course I f**kin saw
  • Rogercop: it was decidedly mediocre
  • Ladybug: oh noes there are a bunch of them
  • Puppeteer: and also Chat Noir
  • Puppeteer: your luck's run out, Ladybug
  • Ladybug: I think you'll find I always have one last trick up my sleeve
  • Ladybug: lucky charm!
  • Puppeteer: wow so unexpected, we defs never saw that coming
  • Puppeteer: Chat Noir, do you wanna take that?
  • Chat Noir: cataclysm!
  • Chat Noir: *leaps at lucky charm*
  • Ladybug: *punches Chat Noir in the face*
  • Chat Noir: wow rood
  • Ladybug: don't f**k with my lucky charms
  • Ladybug: and it's a...power strip, thats useful
  • Puppeteer: maybe you could use it as a second yoyo?
  • Ladybug: that's not how a power strip works
  • Ladybug: whatever
  • Ladybug: I'll just fight you all on my own
  • Ladybug: and it's five against one, but I'll take you all down
  • Ladybug: because I'm the f**kin Miraculous Ladybug
  • Ladybug: and I am JUST
  • Ladybug: THAT
  • Ladybug: BADASS
  • Ladybug: *pulls Lady Wifi's phone out of her pocket and freezes Puppeteer*
  • Ladybug: *whistles her own theme song*
  • Ladybug: *breaks wand*
  • Ladybug: bye bye, little butterfly
  • Chat Noir: you know, your suit doesn't have pockets to hide a phone in
  • Ladybug: I really don't care

anonymous asked:

I've been following old!Ben (and pretty much all your stories) religiously, and I have to say, that even if ben is kinda younger in body again, I hope he doesn't loose his calm old man/occasionally confused air, because I'm not sure the force could fix all that (and it probs just got worse having to relive it) and please don't deprive the others of taking care of him/their beloved but strange grandpa!

Yaddle grumbled, carefully pushing the upper half of the sith onto its back so they could see its face. “It seems there’s one less Sith in the galaxy now.”

“I would be more happy if it was the master honestly.” Mace grumbled, staring down at the mutilated corpse of Palpatine cut in half.

“From what I can tell from this room…” Tholme looked around. “It seems the siths started to fight. I can only speculate on what but it involved quite a bit of Force power until lightsabers were drawn and Palpatine was sheered in half.”

“I think we can guess. Damask still needed him, cutting him in half doesn’t make sense unless he’s discovered some kind of treachery.” Depa offered quietly before stopping at a small puddle of blood. “…Does Palpatine have any bleeding injuries?”

“Hmm? No, the lightsaber cauterized everything, he doesn’t have anything that could have bleed from what I can tell. Why?”

“Because there’s a small puddle of red blood here.”

Mace closed his eyes. “…Ben.”


It was confusing.

Qui-Gon could feel Ben, could hear him if only faintly since Ben seemed to have gone unconscious. But he couldn’t quite pinpoint him at the same time despite feeling his bondmate.

“Qui-Gon, you need to calm down, I can feel your emotions from here.” Yan murmured.

“…I’m sorry. I just…its cold. He doesn’t have winter gear. He’s already been gone for close to two weeks in sith captivity.” Qui-Gon tugged his scarf down enough to rub his face before tugging it back up. “I worry.”

“This is attachment Qui-Gon.”

“We’re bonded. I think I made my attachment to Ben pretty clear the moment I asked him. And things are changing my old master, attachment…the order… surely you’ve felt the Force become lighter.”

“I won’t deny that. The Force on Coruscant especially.” Dooku sighed. “Is this the path then?”

“Its not a Schisme. It can’t be. Its to peaceful. But it is change.” Qui-Gon murmured. “Its slow and methodical and it started with Ben arriving. Ben is not the driving point behind it though, yes he talks to people but he doesn’t force them to change anything. If anything the driving force behind it is our young. Obi-Wan speaks a lot to his fellow padawans.”

“From what you say, Obi-Wan and Ben are…”

“No. They aren’t the same. Not anymore. Whatever past Ben had won’t be Obi-Wan’s future. Ben has already confirmed that things have changed when he has his clearer moments. He says that Obi-Wan is not how he was at that age. That Obi-Wan is different. The future feels brighter and that is what we should care about. That we Jedi uphold justice and peace as needed.”

Qui-Gon sighed and looked around. “I’m living in the moment master. And the moment tells me that I need to find Ben or Ben will freeze to death.”

“You know your bondmate best. While he seems to have failing mental faculties, he is still a Jedi, he would have sought refuge would he not?” Yan looked around, pulling out scanning equipment from the bag of his speeder.

“Refuge…yes, he would have sought somewhere to hide from the elements. Somewhere he didn’t think a Sith would look for him.”

“Like a cave?”

Qui-Gon turned to his old master to see what the other had found on the scanners. “…Like a cave.”


It was only a show of will that kept him from running to Ben the moment he saw the shape curled up against the wall of the cave. He did however ignore the sparkling crystals as he dropped down and pushed the others hood back.

“Ben?” He reached down, ignoring the copper strands mingled into the snow white as he tipped the others head up.

“Mmn…Qui?” A raspy voice murmured and Ben opened his faded green to meet his blue. “Qui-Gon.” He smiled, breaking open the split in his lip.

Qui-Gon breathed out then shifted closer, stroking the others cold scraggy cheek. “Yes. Yes I’m here, I got you Ben. We’re going to head home now.” He slid his arms around the other and forewent the song and dance of Ben being able to walk, picking up the icy man instead bridal style.

“Yan, I got him. He’s safe.”

“Good, we need to get back to the speeders then.” Yan looked around the cave, frowning a bit. “These almost feel like kyber crystals.”

“We can come back if they are. Right now I just want to get Ben to the healer.” He felt the other drop his head against his shoulder and swallowed heavily, feeling pain yet comfort radiating of the man in his arms.

I’m alright Qui-Gon.’

No you aren’t. You’re very injured my Ben even if you can’t feel it. The cold has you numbed.

Qui-Gon started walking quickly. “We’re going home Ben.”


“What do you mean he’s younger?” Qui-Gon stared at the healer.

“Just what I said. Physically his body seems younger, physically we can see he looks younger. His mind is…well I don’t honestly know, if the sith really shattered his shields we can expect him to be even worse then before but physically he is better once he’s finished healing.”

Mace frowned, glancing at Ben, taking in the copper strands in the mans hair and beard and the removal of several lines around the mans eyes. “Is this good or bad?”

“Physically, it can only be a good thing, it would help him recover. Its the origin of this youth I worry about. Healer Che might do better with this then I but as far as I can tell, Master Kenobi is at least around five to ten years younger physically then he was.”

“Other then that, how is Ben?” Depa asked.

“Well…” The young healer shifted a bit before sighing. “He’s gone through a massive trauma with having his shields ripped, he’s going to need a mind healer to help him build those and the help of his bondmate.” She nodded to Qui-Gon who nodded in return as he held Ben’s hand in his as the man rested in the hoverbed. “Other then that he has minor physical injuries if one looks away from his broken knee and split lip, physically it seems the Sith has not been torturing him, only mentally.” She blew air out her nose. “However he’s been deprived of food, water and his usual medicine which has once again put him back in anemic and malnutrition state along with dehydration. The cold has been wrecking havoc on his arthritis and…well he’s lost two toes on his left foot from the cold exposure. Honestly if he’s walked through the snow and ice for as far as I think, then he’s lucky only to lose two toes.” She finished.

Qui-Gon breathed out then nodded. “It could…could have been so much worse.” He murmured, squeezing Ben’s hand in his, feeling the warmth slowly returning to the others hand.

“Healer Che will be able to do more about his knee. And Healer Mirana might be able to help him with the torn shields.”

somewhat damaged.

Eric got beat up. A lot. He was 5'8, with a mean grin and a mouth that got him into a lot of trouble. But Dylan, Dylan was sweet and sober, and smiled at his neighbors when he drove by. Dylan deserved diamond rings and sunshine filled picnics, not bruised knuckles and crying over coffee at 3 am.

When Dylan came to Eric’s house while his parents were out, limping, with a black eye and a cut lip, Eric wasn’t sure what to think. They didn’t talk, Dylan just sat at his worn down wooden kitchen table, while Eric pulled out the antiseptic and gauze that was used far too often. He sat down next to Dylan, gently wiping a cotton swab with the alcohol on it against his lip.

“Who was it?” Eric asked softly. “Because I’ll fucking kill them.” He got no reply, just a shrug.
“Why?” Another shrug. Eric kept at cleaning Dylan’s face, pressing an ice pack to his purple eye.
“It was those jock assholes, it was nothing. I got beat up, the norm. No big deal.” Dylan had finally become less stonelike, and spilled.

“Oh man, I’m gonna make sure those sick fucks are really damn sorry. They’ve never done it before, V. Why now?” Dylan looked at the ground, mumbling an incoherent response.
“What? I can’t fuckin hear you.” Eric was beyond frustrated by this point.

“I fucking said that they were talking shit about you. It’s fine, don’t make a big deal out of it or whatever.” Dylan talked politely, but with an agitated tone underneath it. Eric didn’t know what to think at this point, Dylan and him were best friends, so it made since, but it was a little extreme. Dylan got the shit beaten out of him because of Eric, and that put a sick feeling in the out of his stomach.

Dylan and him had grown up together, from playing with G.I. Joe’s and planning sleepovers, to playing with sawed-off shotguns and planning mass destruction. Dylan was his best friend, the sun to his moon, the shitty horror movies to his booze filled flasks, the disgusting chemical butter to his burnt popcorn. Dylan balanced him out, brought him down. But Dylan, God, he never thought Dylan would try to turn the tables.

“I’m sick of people treating you like shit, Reb. They don’t even fucking know you.”
And Eric couldn’t tell him he was wrong. They didn’t know him, at fuckin all, and it was absolute shit that everyone gave them so much to deal with. It was even worse that Dylan had to deal with it.

“Don’t…” Eric trailed off. “Don’t do that. I’m not worth the hassle. People are gonna talk shit anyways.” Dylan ran a hand through his golden hair, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Eric shook his head, because he really didn’t fucking get it.

“Eric, you are my world. You’re a god, man, a fucking legend. You’re amazing, and the fact that those meathead idiots can’t fucking see it makes me sick enough to bash their skulls in.” Dylan blurt the words all out at once, like he was spitting out something bitter.

Eric stared, Dylan and him still sitting at the table.

“You know I feel the same, right? You know-you know I care.” Eric was looking down at the table while he confessed it, suddenly pushing himself out of his chair and getting up to make a pot of coffee for them both. Dylan grabbed his wrist, pulling him back down.

“Can you just, like, stay? For a second or something, I don’t know.” Eric sat back down per Dylan’s request, his hand still holding Eric’s bony and narrow wrist for dear life. It was quiet, the hum of Eric’s refrigerator the background noise for this fucked up movie scene playing before both of their eyes.

Dylan wished this was a movie. He wished there were the conveniently placed paintings on the walls to hide the cracks, he wanted the perfectly picked t-shirts so he wouldn’t feel so fucking out of place in Eric’s tidy house. He wanted everything to be perfect- and it wasn’t.

“My parents are gonna be home soon, are you good to go up to my room?” Eric pulled his arm out of Dylan’s grip, and helped him up. They both headed down the stairs, and Eric left Dylan sitting on his desk chair.

“Coffee, yeah? We’re gonna talk.” He said, before slipping out the door. Dylan laid his head down on the table, his head was pounding and his lip stung every time his tongue shot out to lick his lips.

Eric arrived with two yellowing mugs, placed them on his desk and wiping his hands on his jeans. He grinned at Dylan, putting a cd into his player and pulling a chair up beside him.


They sat in the computer glow for a solid hour, Eric playing while Dylan silently watched, taking gulps of the burning brown liquid. They glanced at each other every now and then, turning a pink color when they caught each other’s gaze.

Eric got tired, and suggested they get ready to sleep. He let Dylan borrow some of his dad’s sweats and a t-shirt of his, which stretched tight across his chest and torso.

They headed to sleep, Eric facing Dylan’s back and Dylan facing the wall. After around 5 minutes of them sitting there, Eric heard Dylan start to cry. He got up and flipped on the lights, sitting at the foot of his bed.

His boy looked like a kid again, clutching the dark comforter of his bed and sobbing until his face turned red. Dylan sat up, and Eric pulled him into his chest. He didn’t stop crying, the tears soaking Eric’s shirt and Dylan’s bony head poking into the crook of his neck.

Eric stroked the back of his head, not knowing what he was really supposed to do. Dylan was letting out heartbreaking choking noises, and Eric patted his back.

The pair broke apart, Dylan wiping his nose and pressing his palms against his eyes.
“It’s fucking fine, I’m fucking fine,” and Eric shut him up with a swift kiss on the lips. It was awkward, and quick, and he turned bright red afterwards. There wasn’t really a lot of time passed before Eric leaned in for another one, this time not detaching their lips.

Eric tasted angry, like black coffee and cinnamon gum, and he bit down on Dylan’s lip. Blood filled their mouths, but they kept together, and their mouths collided viciously. There wasn’t music, and Dylan found himself having the same movie wish. He pulled Eric closer, resting a hand on his shoulder and one on his chest.

Eric pulled away.
“Dyl, you’re my world.”

A Brave Heart (Davey Jacobs AU)

The trenches were packed and dirty and Davey hated them. The dirt never left him, even when he showered and scrubbed as hard as humanly possible. It all just reappeared the next day. That’s not even including the horror that he saw every day as a medic. He didn’t think he would ever sleep again. The pain in these boy’s eyes haunted Davey at every waking moment. Sleep was not an option anymore. He couldn’t imagine anything more horrible.

He shook his head as he ducked into his medical tent. Back so many years, he thought he had been brave. Leading a strike against the most powerful men in New York? That would, to most, define bravery. But now? Now Davey knew the true definition of bravery.

“Doctor Jacobs there’s someone asking for you.” Davey turned to face one of the nurses, a pretty thing with blonde curls and motioned for her to take him to the patient. She hesitated. “I’m sorry, uh, Dr. Jacobs, he’s not a patient. He’s outside.” Before he could protest that he needed to focus on patients she laid a hand on his shoulder, “He says it’s real important. Says his names Jack Kelly. That ring a bell with you doctor?”

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anonymous asked:

Not hating but personally i strongly dislike ushioi only bc oikawa and iwachan hate him like why would i want to ship my fave character with his rival lol

Well, strongly disliking something might not equal hating, but sending me this out of the blue.. kinda does. I mean, why did you do that? Okay, UshiOi is not your cup of tea, that’s cool, but it’s mine, you know? Why’d you go out of your way to tell me that? You knew that it would only upset me. 

I might be getting you wrong, but since you put this as a rhetorical question it definitely doesn’t feel like you’re asking me about my opinion on UshiOi in order to understand what’s appealing about it to me. If I’m wrong, correct me, but to me this is not what a friendly ask from a curious anon who’s interested in what I have to say looks like.

Moreover, I’m sorry, but you definitely shouldn’t be allowed to use strong words like “hate” because you clearly can’t handle them. There might be a million parallel universes, but in none of them Oikawa and Iwaizumi actually hate Ushijima. This is a shounen manga; it’s sports and school and comedy and deals with relationships between high school students who are passionate about volleyball. There are friendships and rivalries, jealousy, happiness, euphoria, disappointment, and whatever else, but there isn’t anything that could truly be called hate

A rivalry doesn’t equal hate, and actually having rivals can be a very healthy thing and is also pretty essential for the players’ development in competitive sports. There’s a lot more I could say about this, but I’m sorry, I don’t feel lke you’d care, and this is something that feels so obvious to me, I don’t feel like writing a long text about this.

Also, you do know that the rivals-to-lovers trope is actually a very, very popular one? People ship their favourite characters with their rivals all the time and for a lot of reasons. If you don’t, once again, that’s cool, but please don’t bother anyone who does with your negativity. 

anonymous asked:

I don't get why Saeyoung always has to act so depressed? Many people have gone through so much worse, and his experiences are nothing in comparison to Saeran's, so why does he acting like he's different?

Hey there, Nonny!

So before I delve into answering your questions, I’m going to assume we’re referring to Saeyoung during his route (since this is when we discover the truth about Saeran). If that’s not what you meant, I apologize.

First things first - as a nurse, one of the first things we’re taught is that ‘pain is whatever the patient says it is.’ This is because there’s no truly objective way to measure pain; sure, we can see if their heart rate or blood pressure is elevated, or if they are grimacing, etc. But there’s no test to verify pain, or to determine how bad it is. Even when we ask for people to rate it on a scale of 1-10, everyone’s “10″ is going to be different.  People can only compare their pain to the worst thing they’ve ever felt, personally. My “10″ might be labor, someone else’s “10″ might be the time they were mauled by a bear. That doesn’t make my top pain experience less valid even though it was probably nothing compared to being mauled by a bear.  

The same thing goes here.

Everyone experiences pain, grief, and depression differently. Everyone copes differently. Just because others have gone through worse, does not make Saeyoung’s depression less valid. It’s not a competition; there’s no first place prize for having the most traumatizing experience. Some people choose to bottle things up, to try to remain calm on the outside, where others may lash out in anger or stay in bed for days on end. Everyone is facing a battle, and there is no way for anyone to know how hard or difficult that is just by looking at them.

It’s like telling someone who doesn’t like broccoli that they should eat it anyway because there are starving children in Africa. Objectively, yeah, you’re not wrong, but that doesn’t make someone who hates broccoli want to eat it anymore than it did before. They still hate it, even if people have it worse.

Also, in Saeyoung’s route, we have to keep in mind that he doesn’t know that Saeran had it worse until he realizes who the hacker really is. Before that point, he thought that Saeran was happy, safe, and healthy. Hell, that’s why he became a hacker - to ensure his brother’s well being. Even once he did realize what Saeran had gone through, it makes sense that he almost felt worse - he blames himself for the trauma his brother suffered because he didn’t know better, because he wasn’t able to stop it and save him. I think even Saeyoung realizes how shitty things were for Saeran, and I don’t think Saeyoung’s guilt nor depression negates that.

I won’t even get into the mental health aspect of your question of why Saeyoung “acts so depressed”, because I’m sure you don’t care about me spewing random medical knowledge, but long story short - depression is a mental illness. It can be caused by many different things; imbalance of brain chemicals, faulty mood regulation by the brain, genetic vulnerability, life stresses, medications, other medical issues, etc etc. It may not be something he can just choose to turn off - he may require medication, therapy, or both. So personally, I don’t think he’s choosing to act different - he’s just coping in the best way he knows how, even it’s not the healthiest.

Anyway, this got way longer than I intended, so I apologize for the wall of text. Hope that answers your questions!

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anonymous asked:

hello! so i'm trying to take your advice and read my whole chart, but holy cow it's SO MUCH. my planets are very bunched up- like, i've got gemini in the 12th house along with my moon (trine mars), mercury (trine mars), venus (trine mars, opposite saturn/uranus/neptune), and chiron... that's soooo much info and not all of it seems to fit together as far as i can tell... how do i even know where to start so i don't overwhelm myself right out the gate?

Hi, my dear confused anon! I totally get you, it’s hard to understand what you wanna look at first since there’s so many things going on. 

So if you’re new at it, I guess following these steps can help:

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  • ❝That's why her hair is so big, it's full of secrets.❞
  • ❝She's the queen bee - the star, those other two are just her little workers.❞
  • ❝And they have this book, this burn book, where they write mean things about all the girls in our grade.❞
  • ❝Oh my God - Danny DeVito! I love your work!❞
  • ❝At your age, you're going to have a lot of urges. You're going to want to take off your clothes, and touch each other. But if you do touch each other, you will get chlamydia... and die.❞
  • ❝Is butter a carb?❞
  • ❝You can't sit with us!❞
  • ❝Fine! You can walk home, bitches.❞
  • ❝And on the third day, God created the Remington bolt-action rifle, so that Man could fight the dinosaurs. And the homosexuals.❞
  • ❝My grandma takes her wig off when she's drunk.❞
  • ❝I love her. She's like a Martian!❞
  • ❝Are they not suppose to be let out when they're grounded?❞
  • ❝She thinks she's gonna have a party and not invite me? Who does she think she is?❞
  • ❝I like invented her, you know what I mean?❞
  • ❝I just want you to know, if you ever need anything, don't be shy, OK? There are NO rules in the house. I'm not like a regular mom, I'm a cool mom.❞
  • ❝Can I get you guys anything? Some snacks? A condom? Let me know! Oh, God love ya.❞
  • ❝Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it.❞
  • ❝Sorry, we only carry sizes 1, 3, and 5. You could try Sears.❞
  • ❝Regina George is not sweet! She's a scum-sucking road whore, she ruined my life!❞
  • ❝I know it may look like I was being like a bitch, but that's only because I was acting like a bitch.❞
  • ❝Your face smells like peppermint!❞
  • ❝Oh, you'll get socialized all right, a little slice like you.❞
  • ❝You're a regulation hottie.❞
  • ❝We do not have a clique problem at this school.❞
  • ❝But you do have to watch out for "frenemies".❞
  • ❝I know she's kind of socially retarded and weird, but she's my friend... so, just promise me you won't make fun of her!❞
  • ❝Half the people in this room are mad at me, and the other half only like me because they think I pushed somebody in front a bus, so that's not good.❞
  • ❝I don't hate you cuz yo' fat... yo' fat cuz I hate you!❞
  • ❝You smell like a baby prostitute.❞
  • ❝Is your muffin buttered?❞
  • ❝Jason, you do not come to a party at my house with Gretchen and then scam on some poor innocent girl right in front of us three days later. She's not interested. Do you want to have sex with him?❞
  • ❝Good. So it's settled. So you can go shave your back now. Bye, Jason.❞
  • ❝Finally, Girl World was at peace.❞
  • ❝Hey, check it out. Junior Plastics.❞
  • ❝Damn, Africa, what happened?❞
  • ❝I saw [name] wearing army pants and flip flops, so I bought army pants and flip flops.❞
  • ❝Oh, hi. Did you wanna buy some drugs?❞
  • ❝Make sure you check out her mom's boob job. They're hard as rocks.❞
  • ❝Whatever, I'm getting cheese fries.❞
  • ❝Okay, I'm going to forgive you because I'm a very Zen person... and I'm on a lot of pain medication right now.❞
  • ❝Can you believe my f-ing mom is here?❞
  • ❝I have this theory, that if you cut off all her hair she'd look like a British man.❞
  • ❝I care. Every year the seniors through this dance for the underclassmen called the Spring Fling. And whosoever is elected King and Queen automatically become head of the Student Activities Committee and since I am an active member of the Student Activities Committee, I would safely say, I care.❞
  • ❝Irregardless, ex-boyfriends are just off limits to friends. I mean that's just like the rules of feminism.❞
  • ❝Did your teacher ever try to sell you marijuana or ecstasy tablets?❞
  • ❝What are marijuana tablets?❞
  • ❝You cannot do that. That is social suicide. Damn! You are so lucky you have us to guide you.❞
  • ❝Oh, I love seeing teachers outside of school. It's like seeing a dog walk on its hind legs.❞
  • ❝Everyone in Africa knows Swedish.❞
  • ❝Made out with a hot dog? Oh my God that was one time!❞
  • ❝I know having a boyfriend might seem like the only thing important to you right now, but you don't have to dumb yourself down in order for a guy to like you.❞
  • ❝Come on! We could publish it and then everybody would see what an ax-wound she really is!❞
  • ❝And you can only wear your hair in a ponytail once a week, so I guess you chose today.❞
  • ❝She's not even that good looking if you really look at her.❞
  • ❝I don't know, now that she's getting fatter she's got pretty big jugs.❞
  • ❝Watch out please! Fresh meat coming through!❞
  • ❝I'd rather see you out there shakin' that thang.❞
  • ❝You can do this. There's nothing to break your focus, because not one of those Marymount boys is cute.❞
  • ❝There are two kinds of evil people in this world. Those who do evil stuff and those who see evil stuff being done and don't try to stop it.❞
  • ❝Well, I mean you wouldn't buy a skirt without asking your friends first if it looks good on you.❞
  • ❝The limit does not exist!❞
  • ❝I just wanted to say that you're all winners. And that I couldn't be happier the school year is ending.❞
  • ❝It's called the South Beach Fat Flush and all you drink is cranberry juice for 72 hours.❞
  • ❝She's fabulous, but she's evil.❞
  • ❝So, are you gonna send any candy canes?❞
  • ❝No. I don't send them, I just get them. So you better send me one, byotch.❞
  • ❝'Cause she's a life ruiner. She ruins people's lives.❞
  • ❝Oh no, I can't say anything else until I have a parent or lawyer present.❞
  • ❝Did you see nipple? It only counts if you saw a nipple!❞
  • ❝Oh, no. It was coming up again, word vomit... no, wait a minute... Actual vomit.❞
  • ❝Grool... I meant to say cool and then I started to say great.❞
  • ❝I'm a cool mom! Right Regina?❞
  • ❝Good news, they didn't get run over... Bad news, they're still flat.❞
  • ❝Hey, hey, hey. How are my best girlfriends?❞
  • ❝Oh god, busted! Just start apologizing and crying. No, play it cool.❞
  • ❝I mean no offense, but how could she send you a candy cane? She doesn't even like you that much. Maybe she feels weird around me because I'm the only person who knows about her nose job. Oh my god, pretend you didn't hear that.❞

anonymous asked:

I need some clarification because I'm confused. I don't get how people are blaming Fitz directly for actions in the Framework. They made it abundantly clear that it isn't him, its a program an algorithm that Aida created and plays with constantly to best suit HER desires. Fitz, our Fitz, isn't cognizant of any of this, the only people who are, are Daisy Jemma and Radcliffe. He doesn't really have a choice until what is now his unconscious mind starts to break free of the program, 1/2

like Coulson and now May, because Aida can just rewrite it again. Or am I just completely misreading (deaf watch with captions) everything they’ve said in the show? Any help you can give is appreciated. Is this just a case of people think in B&W instead of greyscale?

Hi Anon!

I don’t think you are misreading it at all and agree. The first thing is every time we have a story like this there are people who aren’t fans of the character its happening too that will jump on it.  We had it last season with Daisy when she was Hived.  And with Daisy we SAW it happen.  We watched as the parasites went into her.   She did not have a choice in her actions.

The other thing is we have had them contradict themselves.  At first it seemed like a glaring plot hole but then I took a step back.  Laid out the facts.  And had a lovely all caps conversation with CTT and put the pieces together.  Because you hit the nail on the head.  This is now AIDA’s world.  Everything and everyone in it is working towards her goals.  And that is whatever the Darkhold is showing her what to do.  And for that she needs Fitz.   

And here is the thing, because of the story they are telling here Fitz would be working on it one way or another.  They chose to go with the total brainwashing/reprogrammed/manipulated route.   The other way they could have done it and I for one would have been upset had the did it?   AIDA kidnapping Jemma as well and using her life as leverage to get him to do it.

AIDA said it was all on algorithms and she is a computer that can process those faster.  So AIDA knew exactly what variables she had to adjust to get the outcome she needed.  Essentially its  you have a math problem and the answer needs to be 48…you plug in the numbers you have too, how you have too to get that answer.  Now there are lots of ways to go about it but you choose the way you prefer/works best for you.  Because she had other variables in play as well, ie the hostages fixes.  She had to have those in account when she adjusted other things.  Again this was ALL TO GET THE OUTCOME SHE NEEDED.  

Once AIDA had the equation right she applied it and dropped the hostages into the mix and filled in the false memories.  And what we need to look at is HOW FAST they are all shaking it.  Though they have new memories to contend with the hostages haven’t been in there all that long and they are shaking it.  Coulson was quickest due to the Tahiti thing.   May got the jolt with the kids, Coulson, and Mace’s heroic sacrifice…remember that whole thing wouldn’t have happened how it did if a new variables AKA Daisy and Jemma hadn’t crashed the party.  They changed the equation when they jumped it.  That is why AIDA is panicking because it threatens to change the answer on her….and while she can reset the hostages she can’t reset Daisy and Jemma, they will just keep messing with her equation.

Now taking that into account we need to look at Fitz.  Who we are seeing fight back.  We saw him a lot last week, we saw the remorse, DESPITE everything AIDA did to him to MAKE him what she needed the real Fitz was already starting to break through.  He was questioning the new programming!  Again, I know it feels like we and they have been in the Framework for ages but in reality its not that long.

This scene here is quite possibly one of the most important scenes of the entire season.  Jemma said that despite all he’s been through he still became the open, loyal, caring man we know and love today.  AIDA programmed Framework Fitz and then put our Fitz into him…and OUR Fitz is fighting the programming already.  DESPITE all the horrible things she programmed for that Fitz to do/done the second she put the real deal in there…he started to fight back.  Because they are all more than their programming.  

The Avatars that AIDA dropped them all into are much like their LMD’s were.  Programmed for a purpose.  “You have Fitz’s mind, why are you doing this?” Jemma asked.  And that was the thing, it had Fitz’s mind…not his soul and not his heart.   So he couldn’t fight the programming because he was a machine.  Robo May was different, one of her programming things was to BE May, AIDA said there wasn’t time for that when she abducted the team. So since Robo May was programmed to be May…the May in her broke through to save her girls.   That is why the team will be able to overcome the Avatars programming because she put them in there.  Its not just their minds this time, its not mimicking, its them.   They are who they are.  They are heroes.  Good people.  That will fight the good fight.  So like Robo May had to overcome her programming so does the team.  And that takes time.  

AIDA created the characters we are seeing through manipulating the Framework and their own memories.   She made things happen because she needed them too.   IE I need Fitz to turn left at this intersection so I’m going to close the road so he can’t turn right.  

So we have a lot in play here.  Manipulation at its highest levels.  Fitz has been dropped into an Avatar that has been manipulated and brainwashed into the position he is in now.  And DESPITE getting that our Fitz has started to peek through already.  Going back to the Star Trek Descent Reference (seriously guys its on Netflix go watch it) his ethics chip was rebooted when he saw Jemma.  

Everyone has to beat the manipulation.  We have seen them all slip.  Coulson who knows better than any of the hostages what is going on was still pulled back into it at the Prison.  He still went into that building despite what he knows.  It pulled him back in.  Just like AIlistair and Ophelia pull Fitz back in when ours breaks free a bit.  

Finally, AIDA is using a lot of what she learned watching Radcliffe.  Lying.  Its okay to Manipulate someone and their feelings to get what you want.  The carrot/stick approach.  IE Hope is a reward for Mack and she is far more effective in keeping him in place that detaining and torturing him would be.  It doesn’t make him any less a prisoner.  Mack was ‘programmed’ to keep his head down and stayed out of trouble…yet he’s with the resistance now.  Because that is what OUR Mack would do.  AIDA isolated most of the team from each other, surrounded them with avatars that would keep them in place.  

Sorry that kind of got away from me.  So no, in no way is Fitz or any of the other hostages responsible for the actions of their Avatars.  Unless we have confirmation that they are 100% self aware and themselves when they do it. He is doing what he has been because that is what he was programmed to do.  Its not them.  They have programmed by AIDA and the new experiences she gave him.  And he is already breaking it.  That is a huge victory in its own right.  They will all have set backs but they will get there.  Because its who they are.   

anonymous asked:

You actually think that Louis didn't have any say at all on the JLY video...? The Niall comparison is apt imo. You seem to think less of him than I thought. Do you like anything he's been doing during the hiatus? This is a serious question because I don't get the feeling that you care about him in the least. (And I'm not saying that as a guilt tripping thing, I don't care about 4/5s of 1D so clearly people are allowed not to care about Louis or like what he's doing.)

Where did I say that I think he didn’t have “any say at all,” anon?

Why do you seem to think there are two options (he is in charge of every bit of that video or he had nothing to do with the concept) instead of a middle ground?

There is a middle ground, you know. He could have say in the concept and idea and let the team go from there.

Shockingly, this is how a lot of people work! For example, when I got my tattoo, I told the artist what I was thinking, sent her some references of pictures, and let her make the art. I did not tell her to put whatever she wanted on me and I did not bring in a drawing I did myself. Amazing–middle ground! When I remodeled my bathroom, I told the guy what I wanted, he gave me some options in my price range, and I chose the ones I liked. I did not give him free rein and I also didn’t install any of the materials myself. I had say in the concept and let someone else take care of the execution.

(For the record, I think Louis had a more hands-on approach to his video for “Back to You” since it was shot in his hometown and included friends and family members–so yes, let’s please compare that to Niall’s video for “Too Much to Ask.” But while we’re comparing Niall and Louis, can we also consider that Niall has talked many times about how he keeps re-recording songs, is worried about exactly what the album will sound like, etc. You do know that these are two different men who will approach their work differently, right anon?)

I think the song is about thinking you know the whole story from the media, but that you don’t. I think it’s about trappings of celebrity and about not knowing people’s struggles.

As such, it completely makes sense to use articles about the media, newspaper clippings and the like to make a lyric video. I think Louis likely had some say in that, and probably said something about wanting to refer to current events and scandals.

Beyond that, do I think he sat there choosing news articles with the intention to make that about Harry? Or with the idea that every article should be read to be about himself? No, I don’t.

I think if he were the one to choose news articles, they would have had a greater range of dates instead of having articles that were written in approximately three weeks before the video came out (including being written the day the video came out; how did he manage that? Did he plant the article so he could use it later?).

I think if he had hand select articles, and especially if he wanted to make a point about closeting or Harry, he would have been much more selective. For example, he could have chosen an article about George Michael from The Advocate or one that was more focused on him coming out. Too risky because of his Sony overlords you say? Fine. I still think he could have thrown in an old review of the Script concert that he and Harry attended before they met (The Script is with Sony). I think if he really wanted to make a point about the “I wanna lay where s/he lays” split, that would have been the only word in the video made that way.

Now! I do know that perhaps Louis had nothing else to do and somehow knew that an article he wanted to use about George Michael would also be published the day the video came out. (I also grant that maybe it came out the day before in print? Maybe the date given online is wrong–it’s possible.) If it is the case that Louis hand selected these articles, I don’t think he would do so with the intention of them being read the way my side of the fandom is reading them. Why? Because the articles are about things much greater or bigger than the self, and I would assume that was his intention.

I lost several followers overnight, and I can only imagine it’s because of my tags on this article, which I assume have been misunderstood. So let me spell it out:

I don’t think Louis Tomlinson would make an article about the displacement of 11k people about himself.

So you say that I “think less of him” than you thought? No, my friend. I seem to think more of him than the people who are seeing shit tons of Larry symbolism. Why?

Because I don’t think Louis is so fucking self-centered that he would make the displacement of 11k people about a relationship head canon. I don’t think he is so tone deaf that he would use the large H in an article about an actress being abused by Harvey Weinstein to represent Harry. I don’t think he would make these grand problems all about himself!

And if that is who you think Louis is, then please unfollow me, because the Louis Tomlinson you want to look up to is not someone I want to look up to.