i don't think she would have been able to handle it

anonymous asked:

Zutarians act like Katara's romance with Aang is to the detriment of her character but somehow one with Zuko wouldn't just put her in nurturing position for an older man. I am not for Kataang but I don't think any of the show's characters would NOT put Katara in the position of a nurturer and giver. She gives too much as it is. Except perhaps Toph but Toph is twelve, confused and has parental issues. What I'm trying to ask is what does Katara gain from Zutara except acceptance.

What Katara Would Gain from Zutara

[Edited to add “Bato of the Water Tribe”! Thanks, @ adifferentcupofzutara!]

Katara would gain a partner who would help her with household duties without being asked:

Rather than someone who leaves the chores to her while he shows off for his fangirls.

Katara: Watching you show off for a bunch of girls does not sound like fun.
Aαng: Well, neither does carrying your basket.

She would gain a partner who shares parental responsibilities …

Katara: Aαng, don’t walk away from this.

Zuko: Let him go. He needs time to sort it out by himself.

And acts like a father:

Zuko: Keep in mind, these are dual swords. Two halves of a single weapon. Don’t think of them as separate, because they’re not. They’re just two different parts of the same whole.

Rather than someone who IS a parental responsibility …

And acts like her son.

Katara: What do you think, Aαng? Do I act like a mom?
Aαng: Well, I…
Katara: Stop rubbing your eye and speak clearly when you talk!

Katara: My goodness! That doesn’t sound like our Kuzon.

Katara: I’ve been training Aαng for a while now. He really responds well to a positive teaching experience. Lots of encouragement and praise. Kind words. If he’s doing something wrong, maybe a gentle nudge in the right direction.

She would gain a partner who respects her personal boundaries: 

Katara: What are you doing?!
Zuko: Keeping rocks from crushing you.
Katara: Okay, I’m not crushed. You can get off me now.

Zuko [retracts his arm so Katara can move away from him]: I’ll take that as a thank you.

 Rather than someone who transgresses them.

Katara: Aαng, I’m sorry but right now,  I’m just a little confused.

Katara: I just said that I was confused!

Someone who sees her as an ally:

Zuko: I can handle Azula.
Iroh: Not alone. You’ll need help.
Zuko: You’re right. Katara, how would you like to help me put Azula in her place?

And not a possession.

Actor Zuko: Wait.  I thought you were the Avatar’s girl.

Aαng: [nods] 

Someone who waits for the right time to talk:

Katara: You look terrible. 
Zuko: I waited out here all night.

Rather than pushing her:

Katara: Because we’re in the middle of a war and we have other things to worry about. This isn’t the right time.
Aαng:  Well, when IS the right time?

Someone who understands how much she needs her family to be there …

Katara: Dad.
Hakoda: Hi, Katara.
Katara: How are you here? What is going on?

And puts their needs over his:

Sokka: No, I’m staying. You guys go. You’ve been here long enough.
Suki: I’m not leaving without you, Sokka.
Zuko: I’m staying too.

Rather than someone who disappears when she depends on him …

Katara: He left.
Hakoda: What?
Katara: Aαng. He just took his glider and disappeared. He has this ridiculous notion that he has to save the world alone. That it’s all his responsibility.
Hakoda: Maybe that’s his way of being brave.
Katara: It’s not brave. It’s selfish and stupid. We could be helping him. And I know the world needs him, but doesn’t he know how much that we need him too? How could he just leave us behind?

And puts his needs over theirs.

Sokka: This is the map to our father! You had it the whole time!? How could you?

She would not only gain a partner who, unlike her canon love interest, sympathizes with the loss of her mother:

Katara: Well, I just want you to be prepared for what you might see. The Fire Nation is ruthless. They killed my mother and they could have done the same to your people.
Aαng:  Just because no one has seen an airbender doesn’t mean the Fire Nation killed them all. They probably escaped.
Katara: I know it’s hard to accept.
Aαng: You don’t understand, Katara. The only way to get to an airbender temple is on a flying bison, and I doubt the Fire Nation has any flying bison. Right, Appa?

Katara: I don’t?! How dare you! You have no idea what this war has put me through. Me personally. The Fire Nation took my mother away from me.

Zuko: I’m sorry. That’s something we have in common.

Katara: But, we were too late. When we got there, the man was gone.  And so was she.
Zuko: Your Mother was a brave woman.

Katara:  I know.

But who trusts her to deal with anger and pain in HER way …

Rather than pestering her to do things HIS way.

Aαng: Katara, you sound like Jet.

Aαng: Katara, you do have a choice. Forgiveness. 

Aαng: It’s okay, because I forgive you.  That give you any ideas?

Aαng: Let your anger out and then let it go. Forgive him.

Aαng: You did the right thing. Forgiveness is the first step you have to take to begin healing. 

Ironically, a partner who understands that some things are more important than romance!

Aαng: Katara is in danger! I have to go.

Guru Pathik: No, Aαng! By choosing attachment, you have locked the chakra! If you leave now you won’t be able to go into the Avatar State at all!

Zuko: Stop! This isn’t about you. This is about the Fire Nation.

But who would still die for her in a heartbeat …

Rather than risk her life (and everyone’s) to retain his moral purity.

Most of all, she would gain someone who sees her for who she is:

Rather than who he wants her to be.

And who doesn’t try to change her to make her better for him.

without really meaning it

The Way You Said “I Love You” Prompts
@stileslydiah requested “24. Without really meaning it”

Watching Derek dote on someone is hard – harder than Stiles thought it would ever be, despite the fact he knows it’s insincere; despite the fact it’s the job and nothing more.

 It’s hard because Stiles hasn’t had those arms around him in months, hasn’t had opportunity to arrange a chance meeting on a crowded street in weeks, hasn’t had Derek’s eyes meet his and watched his mouth curl into a smile for him.

 Derek’s team have been fairly indulgent, letting Stiles tag along on the assignment to observe and allowing him to blend with various crowds just to be close to Derek. Early on, before Derek insinuated himself into their mark’s life, they even allowed them to talk on the phone, but that might as well have been in another lifetime.

 Sometimes, Stiles hates his job, hates Derek’s job, hates the fact they’d never have met if it wasn’t for their jobs because then he can’t hate it as much.

 Stiles is across the restaurant and he can’t tear his eyes away from the back of Derek’s head for more than a few seconds at a time, usually at the prompting of the agent he’s sitting across from.

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anonymous asked:

Okay, serious talking now. What would be the worst point in each paladin to attack. We know about Lance's insecurities, but what else? What about the others? I want to read your opinion because you do awsome meta and character analysis.

???????? Wow, thank you ;A; And I’m not sure if I can answer this well for all paladins but I’ll try^^ [tl;dr at the end because this post has gotten really long]

Let’s start with Lance. Lance honestly has many points to attack, which is probably why this fandom is so focused on langst. It’s easy to create content for that because we have so much to work with:

1. his insecurities about his role on the team and in general

I already wrote a lot about it here (and also here a little), desperately trying to figure out how strong these insecurities are but there is no doubt that they exist^^ Surprisingly, they actually seem to be very strong, to the point that fandom only exaggerates them slightly. Lance is just pretty good at hiding them.

2. homesickness

Lance is homesick. Really homesick. He’s homesick to the point that he would leave a party to hang out alone and get lost in his memories:

He is also the one that references his life on Earth the most often. “I missed 14 days for a stomachache in 3rd grade that I never really had”, “That’s the tagline of 6 of my favorite movies” - those are little things, not very important in the overall picture but they prove that he thinks back to his past. 

3. fear of death/unnatural things that are dangerous

Lance isn’t afraid of aliens, that’s not what I mean with it - I’m talking about the episode Crystal Venom where the castle was trying to kill him. Here is an analysis on how deeply that episode really disturbed him. As for his fear of dying - he is the one that has been confronted with death the most of all the paladins (excluding Shiro - but Shiro has lost/repressed lots of his traumatic memories). Here’s proof:

S1E1. He thought Hunk had died in the explosion when they were trying to retrieve the yellow lion. S1E4. The explosion nearly killed him - “you would have died if Hunk and Coran hadn’t gotten a new crystal” (Pidge, S1E6). S1E9. He almost got sucked out of an airlock. S2E2. The snake monster thingy got free of the stone and Lance was in the direct line of fire.

He was the one screaming “we’re gonna die, we’re gonna die!!” in S2E5 when they had to hold the lenses for the wormhole maker. Lance is scared of death not despite but because he knows it the best of all of them. He almost died multiple times and he saw his friends almost dying multiple times (the Hunk thingy I included above, when he saved Coran from the explosion, when he thought he had to save Coran in “Crystal Venom”, when Pidge in the cube episode got shot down and didn’t reply to them). Look at his reaction vs the reaction of the other paladins when they thought Allura had died:

They are all shocked and disbelieving, meanwhile Lance:

He’s neither shocked nor disbelieving, he’s just hurt. One of his deepest fears became reality and there is nothing he could do about it.

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but I don't ever think I can ever learn how to love just right

requested by anonymous

andreil au in which neil gets tired of the ‘we’re nothing’ game and decides to stop playing

It isn’t much of a surprise when one of the foxes gets hurt on the court. While running drills, they’re often teamed up against each other, working of defensive and offensive maneuvers. And while they don’t mean to hurt each other, Exy is a violent sport, and accidents happen. Most of the time they’re accidents, at least.

Today’s incident is a legitimate accident; in a scuffle for the ball, the handle of Dan’s racket catches Neil’s helmet, tugging it off and sending him crashing to the floor. She fawns over him with apologies, helping him back to his feet, ignoring his attempts to wave her off.

He’s only been on his feet for two seconds when Andrew pushes through, tipping his chin up with a finger, likely to get the bleeding to stop.

“I’m sorry, Neil, I swear-“ Dan exclaims, peering around Andrew, who, though tiny, still manages to take up a huge amount of space in front of Neil.

“It’s okay. Really,” He says.

“Your nose is broken,” Andrew says.

“Hell, Dan. Remind me not to piss you off,” Nicky says, a teasing smile on his lips. Matt shoots him a look, to which Dan crinkles her nose, grip tightening on her racket.

“You know-“

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anonymous asked:

If Haggar went by the name Honvera before the war, is it possible Lotor went by Sincline? If so, then it's possible Allura does know Lotor, but knew him as Sincline and just doesn't think they're the same person. Also she and Coran don't share information about the past unless it's immediately pressing, they didn't tell anyone about Zarkon, Haggar, or the original paladins until they had to. It's possible they wouldn't say anything about 'Sincline' if they thought he was dead and didn't matter.

I’ve considered the possibility Lotor wasn’t using the same name in the past.

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anonymous asked:

I know requests are closed, but I'm kinda hoping it'll be seen anyway... I just got yelled at by both my parents and my fiancé because I decided that I don't want any children in the future... and I've been getting yelled at and called selfish and all... so it might make me feel better to know how the RFA and Saeran would feel about MC not wanting children, either... I kinda feel like they'd feel the same as my fiancé, but I like to hope otherwise... :/

Wow, I just. I honestly angry cried a little bit last night when you sent this in. I had to walk away from my computer because I was too upset for you. I just…hope you think long and hard about saying ‘I do’ to someone who is willing to yell at you and call you selfish for wanting control of your own body and life…

◉ Yoosung 

  • He was glad that you decided to tell him!
    • “I respect your decision, MC,” he grabbed your hands, “I love you. I married you. I’m happy with the way things are!”
  • He does have a sister, so he could always play with nieces/nephews if she ever has kids
  • He wasn’t even totally into pets… so he was fine with your decision
  • Happy to spend his nights playing LOLOL instead of changing and feeding a baby
  • He says the pets at the clinic are more than enough responsibility haha he treats them like they’re children
  • And he loved being taken care of by you
  • He would have to split your attention if you had kids!

◉ Jumin

  • He gave you a warm smile when you told him
  • He could see how nervous you were to tell him this
    • “MC, I can see you’ve put a lot of thought into this. I didn’t marry you expecting to have children. Elizabeth 3rd is more than enough for our family,” he kissed your forehead
  • It was true
  • He enjoyed spoiling you both and that was enough for him
  • Without a kid, he could keep focusing on work
  • He was a little grateful for that, because if he ever did have a kid he knew he would find himself taking more time off to be home instead of running the company
  • He admired that you were honest with him

◉ Zen

  • He was a little sad at first
  • But when you both sat down and talked about it, and he heard you explain your reasoning, he understood completely!
    • “Babe…I didn’t even think about all of that…I feel bad for assuming this was something you wanted. I love you so much, and if this is how you feel then I respect it completely!”
  • The more time passed the more he was actually okay with it
  • All of his late rehearsals and traveling to sets for work…
  • He would never be able to do all of that with a kid!
  • And it was hard being in the public eye
  • Would he have been okay with people taking pictures of his child?
  • After thinking about all of this, he was happy with life the way it was, and was glad you talked to him about your feelings
    • “It’s good we aren’t having kids, MC. Our children would be too beautiful for this world to handle”

◉ Jaehee 

  • She breathed a sigh of relief
  • It’s not that she wouldn’t want kids
  • But she is perfectly fine not having them
  • Hugged you so tight when you told her
  • She could see you starting to tear up a bit and she wanted to comfort you
    • “MC, I had my own reservations…please. We can be happy with the way we are now!”
  • And that was that!
  • Life moved on and you two were happy

◉ Saeyoung

  • He just shrugged
  • Gave you a big hug
    • “I was fine either way, honestly! It’s okay! Why are you looking so glum? Do I need to tickle you?”
  • Made you smile right away
  • His hands were full enough worrying about Saeran
  • He’s perfectly fine getting a cat to act as honorary child
    • “We will name it Yoosung!”
      • “You BETTER NOT SAEYOUNG” -Yoosung
  • All he ever wanted in life was you
  • And that was more than enough

◉ Saeran

  • Felt bad that you looked so nervous telling him
  • Held your hand in his own
    • “Hey, I feel the same. I would have kids, but, the thought makes me a little nervous…”
  • He liked your routines
  • He liked the quiet apartment with just the two of you
  • He liked you all to himself
  • Change sometimes gave him anxiety so this was a relief to hear
    • “Saeyoung is enough of a child for us both,” he laughed.
I Don't Care What They Say- Draco x Reader

Rating: fluff
Warnings: mild swearing

. He felt like an absolute idiot. He regretted everything he said to the girl, he pushed his fists into his long platinum blonde hair, clenching until his scalp went sore. He leant over a bathroom sink staring at his tear stained cheeks, damning himself for being so weak all because of y/n. He replayed his words over and over again wishing he could change them, he wanted to tell her it wasn’t true. “Draco, please I’m really trying here I just want to know-”

 "Y/n shut the hell up! You never cared until now why do you deserve to know what’s wrong with me!“ The girl stepped away from him, the tears of anger and upset burned her eyes. 

"Draco, I think I-” she’d had enough of being weak, subjecting to her boyfriend’s will. She had enough of being in a one sided relationship. He had truly broken her.

 "I want to fucking know! I don’t know about you but seeing as I have stayed with you, I have been your one and only true friend. I fucking loved you, so so much!“ The tears fell freely. She. Was. Broken. Draco stared at the furious girl in front of him.

 "I don’t give a shit y/l/n, I never loved you” he seemed to say it so quietly but the words he whispered hurt more than his dismissive tone. The girl turned quickly and ran away, her hair flowing behind her… Draco took himself off to bed, without y/n for the first time in a whole year. He didn’t sleep, he couldn’t the girl he had always called his, he wished to call her, his for as long as possible hopefully, forever but he ruined it. Deciding he knew how badly he hurt the girl, he couldn’t stand to listen to her distance cries and occasional comforting comments from Daphne and Tracy.

Draco stormed out of the dorms thought the common room, where y/n’s sobbing had become louder. He barely made it up the stairs when he, himself broke down into tears. Draco collapsed onto the staircase Holding his head in his hands. 

The sleeves of his shirt had fallen down before his wrist, the open mouth of a snake peered out seeping into his skin. He couldn’t handle it anymore he wanted nothing to do with Voldemort or in fact his father. “Dray… I-” The looked up to be greeted by the puffy red eyes of his …ex-girlfriend. “Y/n! I’m so happy you’re here” She looked back at him as he jumped to his feet to embrace her. “Draco, please no. You’ve hurt me enough I- Dray, have you been crying?” She looked into his grey eyes with her eyebrows furrowed, studying his features.

“Yes, I have, and it’s all because I can’t stand living with myself, knowing how much I hurt you. It’s killing me. I meant nothing that I said to you.” He stumbled over his words as they poured out of his mouth. “I love you, I always have. I love you so so so much” She stared back at him, forcing her hands, which he so desperately wanted to hold, through a tangle of her hair. 

“You really, hurt me, Dray. How do I know if I can trust you again? What you did really, really hurt. I don’t want to go through that again” her last words gave him hope you that she felt the same as him, that she wanted to stay with him forever.

 "Y/n, please. I promise with all my heart that I could never hurt you ever again. If I did I would never be able to live with myself. I love you so much Princess I can’t bear to see you in pain. Especially if I’m the one who caused it.“ He pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips as gentle as possible. "I don’t care what they say Draco, but I’m in love with you”.

 -hope you enjoyed it. Please leave requests and I will get back to you as soon as possible. Sorry for being inactive since I posted the ‘I Win’ Smut but it’s GCSE season and I have been frantically writing new Imagines this half term so hopefully I can start posting them soon. ~C

veganism by proxy and dangers of assumption

this is unrelated to anything else on my blog and mostly likely no one will ever read it and that’s okay I think I just need to get it out of my head and into the living world

Three of my best friends, two of whom I live with, are vegan. Their friends are vegan and their friend’s friends are vegan, and they work at vegan restaurants and we cook vegan, I bake them vegan treats and we generally have a fantastic time. I’m not vegan, but I’ve always eaten vegan food and tried out alternatives whenever I can. I’ve never been the type to make fun of vegan stereotypes, because I think it requires a lot of dedication, passion, and effort to be vegan. I’m not a huge meat eater and I try to be aware of what I’m eating and where it came from and the process it took to get to my mouth, while still indulging in the foods I love and the tastes that make live worth living. dramatic? absolutely but I really fucking love food y'all

None of my friends have ever tried to convert me or (that I know of) judge me or my eating habits, but every so often I meat someone (heh) who isn’t satisfied with my usual answer of “I’m not vegan, but I cook and eat vegan often” and feel the need to go “well why don’t you just go vegan then?”

Does asking someone about their personal choices becomes less personal when it’s something you care a lot about? I don’t think so, but that might not be a shared opinion.

The girl who asked this (this time, because there’s definitely been others) didn’t just drop it once I said “Ah, just personal reasons. I think it’s an incredible movement though and I’m glad it’s gaining popularity.” because that would’ve been too polite. She pressed on.

“But if you think it’s so incredible why wouldn’t you just do it? You say you love animals, but you’re contributing to their murder. You’re just a hypocrite.”
So I said what I initially didn’t want to, because I knew it would just make a semi-pleasant conversation into an awkward silence all because this girl doesn’t know how to respect other people’s choices without disparaging them.

“Well I had a severe eating disorder for seven years, so I stay away from restricting or cutting foods out of my diet. It puts me into a dangerous mindset, so I try to be conscious of that and take care of myself before anything.”

Even after saying this I felt I was still being judged. She had the decency to look a little embarrassed for prying, but I don’t necessarily believe she left thinking “maybe I should stop assuming I know the intricacies of strangers’ lives”. Which is what it all comes down to. Assumptions.

I love animals. Animals have been what showed me true love, what taught me understanding and helped me find happiness and purpose ever since I was young. My cat died years ago and I still break out in tears (regularly). What’s more is I have been vegan, and every time I do it I think I’ll be able to handle it, and every time I’ve ended up underweight, restricting, anemic, in the hospital, or with a severely disordered way of thinking. It happens eventually with any change in diet I try. I don’t like having to explain to someone why I think it’s important to put myself, my mental health, and my physical wellbeing first. We all have deeply personal decisions about our lives that we have to make. It’s up to us as individuals to decide how our (very short) experience on this world will be.

I try not to share my stances and opinions on tumblr and just stay for the fun things I love like anime, humor, video games, art. I feel as if I have a lot of grey area stances that aren’t emotion driven (and therefore come off as cold or unfeeling) and people online generally don’t like hearing morally ambiguous viewpoints, because there’s always going to be someone who disagrees, right? I hope this isn’t taken as an anti-vegan post, because it isn’t. Veganism is an amazing movement and lifestyle that’s saving lives, water, resources and more. This is an anti-judgement post, though. It’s anti-assumption. Assumption is a toxic part of our culture. It’s assuming you know how someone else thinks. It’s assuming you understand what they’ve been through to bring themselves to a certain stance or choice or belief.

If even one person read this, thanks man. If even one person remembers this and thinks of it while practicing patience with an opposing viewpoint (no matter how passionate you are on the subject) I’ll be stupid happy.

miyakokurono  asked:

Hey I really love your headcannons and reactions. So I was wondering if I could get a request for how Seven and Zen would react to their MC having a existential crisis and stress breakdown that resulted in shouting and angry tears (not at them but just in general) due to over working and the fact that she tends to bottle things up until it gets to much for her to handle. (I have a tendency to do this quite a bit.)_ I understand if you don't want to answer this but thank you anyways ☺

i’m so glad you like my headcanons but oh man, you should remember to take breaks and talk to people if you are stressed :) i know it’s probably not going to convince you by a stranger saying that, but remember that my ask box is always open if you feel the need to rant to someone ❤

i wrote some short headcanons here about all the babes reacting to a stressed/overworked MC, maybe that will help slightly? it was therapeutic to write, at least  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


  • As he wasn’t exactly the most hard working student in his younger days because he found paper work boring, he had just made sure to give you space and silence to finish your work as he didn’t feel like he had much to contribute with
  • He had just arrived from a late night run, and after his shower he decided to check on you to see if you were finished soon, so you could head to bed together
  • When he walked towards the office where you were working, he heard soft sobs and sped up, worried and wondering why you were crying
  • “Princess? What’s wrong?”
  • You were stressed, tired, lonely and just feeling like utter crap
  • “I have barely seen you for days, and I miss you! You’ve been so busy and I’m scared you won’t have time for me anymore! I don’t have time to finish all this work! I hate myself for putting it off for so long, I hate it! Why do I even need to finish it, when it’s all pointless in the end anyways? We are all going to die one day, why do we exist in the first place?!”
  • Suprised by your outburst, Zen hugged you tightly and let you cry in his arms
  • “I’m so sorry babe, I should’ve asked you what you wanted instead of just leaving you alone. As to answer your question why we excist… Well, why do you want to exist?”
  • When you didn’t answer, he kissed your head and rubbed your back soothingly
  • “The reasons why I want to, is to love and be loved. To prove those who doubted me wrong, to find reasons to stay, to make people happy while I’m here. But most of all, I want to take care of you and make you happy. Do we need any other reasons than that?”
  • You sniffled and muttered “I guess not…” into his chest, and he picked you up gently and carried you to bed
  • “You are obviously too exhausted to keep working, just rest for tonight, at least. Next time you’re doubting yourself or anything else, just talk to me, okay? I hate seeing my princess like this”


  • Seven was being tsundere again and ignoring you, and instead of confronting him you just burried yourself in work
  • Several days passed by without you seeing your boyfriend even once, and the hurt combined with your stress and lack of sleep made you think
  • Was he even your boyfriend anymore? Had he ever been? He was a genius, maybe he had just made a hologram with a nice persona to keep you company? Was he even real? Were you real?
  • Looking hopelessly down at all the work you had done, you the tears started falling. Why did you even bother? Who cared anyways? 
  • Getting mad, you started scolding yourself, gradually letting go of all the fears and emotions you had built up for so long
  • What you didn’t know was that Seven was checking you on the CCTV right then, and when he heard you breaking down and practically yelling, he dropped his “not good enough for you” act and went to you
  • “MC, come here please”
  • Before you could even answer, he took your hand and led you to the roof of the bunker, where he sat down and pulled you into his lap
  • “I know I’m a shitty person and that I’m probably the last person you want to talk to, but please tell me what’s wrong”
  • The fresh air, the sight of the night sky and the feeling of his arms around you calmed you down slightly, but you didn’t know where to start so you just asked him if this was all real
  • “Is anything real, MC? Do we have proof of anything? We could all literally be video game characters in a game played by God, and we wouldn’t even know. But I think that if we knew everything, life would be way too sad for me. I think that part of the charm of being alive is that we are able to think and accept things as you see them, without it neccesarily being real. We don’t really need a reason to exist, we just need a reason to wake up every morning”
  • He looked hesitantely at you, and you could see his golden eyes glow in the moonlight
  • “You probably won’t believe me and that’s fine, just please don’t laugh or hate me… I kind of think that you’re my reason”
  • You felt a smile grow as you played with his fingers, still intertwined with yours
  • “If you want my honest opinion thought, I think you should just take every thing as they come, and accept them as real if you feel like they are. YOLO, isn’t that what the kids say these days?”
  • He smiled softly and nudged your shoulder, making you laugh
  • “I guess it is. Are you really living by that?”
  • Shrugging, he leaned in and kissed you
  • “I think I will from now on”


Chocobros as fathers HCs

I know they’ve been done but I have daddy issues a mighty need a normal level of interest in seeing more

Going slightly AU (just this once, everybody lived) because I started these to get away from sad writing, not make myself feel worse, so Good Times Only here.

Super nervous cause this is the first fic I’ve written in literally ten years :X Honestly though, super open to concrit. Written on my phone so please lemme know if there are any typos.

Tagging @hypaalicious because her last post made me need more Daddy!Ignis so bad I had to write it myself and @hiddenreligion for encouraging me to start writing; I wanna tag everyone, but I don’t want this post to be more tag than fic :X


Lucks out with an easy infant/toddler - she inherits his temperament, and it makes for a pleasantly easy first year. Noct is stuck in council meetings and other kingly duties more often than he’d like, but as soon as the meeting’s concluded (and he rarely hesitates to conclude it himself), he’s on his way back to the royal nursery.

“Everyone said this would be hard, she just sleeps all the time” famous last words Noct

Unfortunately, her easygoing nature doesn’t last. At three, the princess develops a late case of intense separation anxiety, and finding guards she’ll tolerate becomes a headache for Noctis. While unable to indulge her as much as he’d like (the first council meeting he tried to take her to was an unmitigated disaster, and therefore the last), she can still be convinced to settle for an afternoon nap with her father. Though he usually intends to simply settle her and then return to his own duties, more often than not the queen or their shield will find them resting together, Noctis having dozed off in a chair next to her bed.


After his son is born, Prompto can most often be found holding him, staring and smiling, occasionally untucking his swaddling blanket to marvel over his tiny hands and feet. Part of him fears waking up, that such happiness can’t possibly be real. 

“I’ll always be here with you.” Prompto is a man of his word. He remembers coming home to an empty house day after day and swears that his child will never know that feeling. His son spends more time in his arms than anywhere else, even after he’s learned to walk.

While his friends have spent the last nine months playfully teasing him about how many photos they can expect to view every day, for the first time in his life Prompto is simply too caught up in the moment to pull out his camera. This only lasts so long, of course, and by the time his son can hold his head up, Prompto’s learned to balance the camera in one hand and the baby in the other. However, his son isn’t the most cooperative subject… Until he turns two, most shots feature a baby looking everywhere but at the camera. The exception? Selfies. Prompto delightedly shows off photos of his cheek pressed against his son’s, both of them grinning ear to ear.


Out of the four, Gladiolus was the most prepared for the idea of having a child- Noctis saw it as no more than a distant inevitability, and Ignis and Prompto never saw it as anything but a dream. However, with the age gap between him and Iris, he mostly remembered taking care of an older child, and the realities of the infant/toddler stages stagger him. His dreams of training with his child and teaching him to fight are swept away in an instant when he sees his boy, not even the length of his forearm, and in that moment he vows to do whatever it takes so that his son will never have to take up the same responsibilities he did.

“I didn’t think he’d be this small.” While his friends are obviously used to Gladio’s protective nature, they’re a bit surprised at the new levels it reaches. Due to the sheer size difference, Gladio has a hard time not treating his son like he’s made of glass; he struggles hard when his son hits the suicidal phase of toddlerhood, seemingly determined to ascend and immediately plunge off of any height he can reach. His son never seems to run out of energy, and while Gladio has no problem keeping up physically, the emotional stress takes a toll. When Gladio finally agrees to begin training his son as a means of channeling that energy, it’s a relief to everyone in the palace, and to Gladio, seeing the look on fierce concentration on his four-year-old’s face reminds him that he is raising an Amicitia, and come what may, he wants his child to be as strong and capable as he can be.


Ignis truly never saw himself being able to devote the necessary time towards starting a long-term relationship, much less a family, and so the news that he’ll be a father throws him into a bit of a tailspin. He had made his peace with his blindness, and settled into new variations on his old routines as an advisor, but he worries about the logistics of caring for his child as she grows. While those worries don’t completely fade, the weight of his newborn in his arms puts many of them into perspective. 

From her earliest days, it was a common sight to see Ignis pacing the halls of the Citadel, his daughter cradled against his shoulder and sleeping soundly while in motion. Ignis ruefully smiles, explaining that she seems to have inherited his own less than ideal sleeping habits. Although it can be a source of difficulty, he not-so-secretly cherishes the extra time it gives him with her, and he gladly claims nighttime wakings as his duty to handle.

While Ignis has become proficient in Braille, his daughter’s books are primarily in Lucian. Until she develops the patience for him to read a full story to her in Braille, he tends to make up his own story whole cloth when she pushes a board book into his hands. As she flips between pages, he tells her of the Lucian rulers of old, or if it’s been a trying day, he’ll simply tell her about a recipe he’s been working on. Later, when she begins to specify what she wants to hear, he can’t resist adding asides to the stories as he deems necessary (“We live in the Citadel my darling, you aren’t likely to see a garula unless it’s on your plate.”)

It bothers him more than he’ll admit that he can’t see her. However, hearing that she has his hair, and feeling the contours of her face, he confesses to his wife how lucky he feels to have a life fuller than he ever dreamed of.

lovelifelyrics2  asked:

Hey I've read both of your Jughead leaving when Betty was pregnant fics and I don't know if you were planning on writing more but I would love it if you did. I think they're awesome and would love to read more!!

Sure! ThNks so much! Part 2:https://bughead4days.tumblr.com/post/160936781806/hi-this-may-sounds-weird-but-i-just-read-your-fic !

Betty stared at her reflection in the mirror, tugging on the soft white, strapless dress and playing with her silky blonde curls. Pregnancy had been good to Betty, her skin was smoother than ever and her hair was down to her back. She thanked god for the fact that she was able to lose the baby weight so fast, she was lucky, she knew that and she had her amazing son to thank for it. Another one of the amazing things he brought into her life.

“You look amazing. Stop messing with your hair. he’s gonna regret the day he walked out of that door.” Veronica came to stand behind Betty, placing her hands on her shoulders and resting her chin close to her face. Relaxing into her best friends embrace she sighed, her fingers smoothing down the dress.

“I feel like I’m back in highschool all over again, like I’m going to meet him for our Friday night dates at Pops.” Betty sighed miserably. “I don’t even know why I’m putting any effort into this, he left once, he’s just gonna leave again.”

Veronica shook her head
“Not this time B, I swear to god if he leaves you and Hunter I will personally have daddy track down the son of a ….” she trailed off at the sound of little feet scampering into the bedroom and crawling onto the bed. Hunter crossed his legs and sat comfortably, holding his stuffed white sheepdog and looking in awe at his mother.

“Look pretty mama.” He reached a chubby little hand out, still clutching the dog. Betty walked towards him and kissed his open palm before kissing the dingy white toy.

“What does hotdog think? Am I the cats meow?” Betty wiggled her eyebrows and spun around, putting on a show for her little man.

Hunter clapped his hands and barked, giggling and grinning.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Nerves forgotten for the time being as she took comfort in her favorite boys laughter.

“I hate to break up the fashion show, but it’s quarter to six. You might wanna get going.” Veronica shrugged carelessly “or you can skip it, forget he ever came here and order takeout.” She grinned wickedly.

Alice Cooper walked through the door at that exact moment and instantly began cooing at the two year old clutched in Betty’s arms

“Go on Elizabeth, destiny waits.” She plucked Hunter from Betty and headed for the kitchen.

Rolling her eyes, Betty grabbed her purse and walked through the front door, waving at Verona and driving off in her mini van (it was much cooler than a mom van and she used it to deliver flowers, Thankyou very much)

She arrived at Pops in no time at all, instantly heading for the door, if she stopped to think she would turn right back around.

It was almost too much to handle, there he was tucked in his regular booth, sleeves of his denim jacket rolled up and a familiar slump to his posture, his eyes lit up when she walked in and she remembered a familiar sight three years ago on prom night.

Shaking her shoulders she slid into the booth across from him
“Hello.” She tried to come off as uninterested but the way he was staring at her made her breathing slow and her heart race.

“Hey bets.” His voice was cautious and shaky as he slid the vanilla milkshake towards her.

Betty looked down at the drink and sighed, here goes nothing.

Finally getting to look at her fully, She looked like the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, her bright green eyes were something he had never forgotten, but to see them again in person was almost surreal, his eyes lingered on her honey blonde hair, it was longer now and he physically had to grip the table to keep from running his fingers through it. Finally his eyes dipped lower, taking in all of her new curves, he remembered a time where he knew her body like the back of his hand but now.. now there were new dips and lines and deliciously soft skin, the familiar scent of vanilla and peaches invaded his senses and his eyes nearly rolled back. She was everything he remembered and so much more.

“You wanted to talk?” The sugar sweet voice broke him out of his thoughts and he drew his eyes back up to hers.

He nodded, taking a shallow breath before he began

“We had plans, you and I, we were going to go New York, become a journalistic duo, move in together, be a family.” He glanced up, his eyes catching the watery ones of Betty’s

“You don’t have to remind me Jughead, I know exactly what our plans were.” Her voice was small and she cursed herself for letting him get to her.

“Just listen, please. We had these plans and they were everything I could have wanted, hell you could have told me you wanted to join a cult in Utah and I would have gone along, because you would have been there. All I wanted was you.” He cleared his throat, willing the emotion to stay back until after he was done.

“But you left me. I was all you wanted and you left me.” There was a bitterness to her voice now and Jughead shook his head

“I didn’t want to leave, I did everything I could but it was too late. He found out, he found out about our plans, about us. and he made me go.i never would have left you and then.. you were pregnant.. you were all alone and I was gone..” he mumbled the last part.. the guilt was pushing down on his chest and he found it hard to breathe, his teeth ground into themselves and his knuckles turned white when suddenly he felt a warm hand cover his own.

“Who made you leave? Who found out?” Betty’s soft voice tore him from his internal fight and he finally caught her eyes

“Your dad Betty. Hal found out.”

Betty ripped her hand from his, putting it to her own heart
“My dad? What.. what do you mean?”

Jughead reached for her again, before dropping in on the table and continuing

“He found out that we were leaving together, he threatened my fathers job, he threatened to frame me for robbery, he was going to get me locked up, but still I didn’t care, I was going to fight it but then.. he told he would send you away, send you to the place they sent Polly, I didn’t know what he meant, I didn’t know what he was talking about but now I do.. he must have found out you were pregnant, he was going to send you to the sisters.. even though I didn’t know, I believed him, I thought if I left it would be better for everyone. I left the night he came to talk to me and I didn’t look back, god I wanted too, but if I looked back… I would have come running right back to you.”

Tears were streaming down both of their faces now and Betty gasped slightly, taking a shuddery breath and whispering

“You could have come to me, we could have fought this together, you know I would have been by your side. I would never leave you, no matter what. I know you think you were doing what was best for me but I was alone. I had no one. Until Hunter, he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me and.. I feel bad for you… I feel bad that you missed him growing up, you would have been a great father.” She looked away, her arms coming to protect herself as she hid inside herself

“I’m here now. I know it’s not the same and I know it’s nowhere near enough but I’m here.” Jughead begged desperately, tears falling in heavy drops onto the metal diner table “I can be his father, I can be there for him, I can be there for you. Betty… I love you, I never stopped and I never will.” He gripped her hands, pulling her eyes towards his.

Feeling her resolve weakening she whimpered

“I meant what I said about us not needing you.” She said lamely

Jughead nodded
“I know that, but.. I need you. I need you and I need my son. Please Betty.. let me be here.”

Looking deep into the stormy blue eyes she had grown so familiar with throughout her childhood, she opened her mouth to speak.

Archie, Veronica and Kevin arrived at their booth at that exact moment, and the bubble they had been in popped, Betty pulling her hands free as Kevin slid in beside her.

Jughead was still staring intently at her, waiting an answer. Giving him a quick glance she let him know, this wasn’t over.

It would never be over.

Death wasn’t at all like Mike imagined it.

His life didn’t flash before his eyes. There was no white light. In the end it was just the few seconds he could see the oncoming car and then … nothing. No pain, no feeling, no anything.

Heaven was also not at all like Mike imagined it, and yet he couldn’t help the rueful smile. He opened his eyes to find himself standing in the middle of Harvey’s apartment. Of course. This wasn’t his heaven because of the slick lines or the sparkling city view. It was his heaven because this was the place he’d felt the happiest, the most at home.

He wandered around the space for a while. It was such a perfect facsimile that he felt like he was really there, standing in Harvey’s actual apartment. He didn’t feel much different than from when he was alive. Where were all the answers he was promised? If this was indeed his heaven why were there no pearly gates or choirs of angels or even just someone - anyone - to greet him?

Where were his parents? Grammy?

The sound of a key in the front door lifted his spirits. That must be them now. Grinning, he rushed to the entryway. But when the door opened it wasn’t his parents or Grammy. It was Harvey, and he looked … there was no other word for it, he looked wrecked.

Mike was confused. If this was his heaven and Harvey was here, shouldn’t he be happy to see Mike? But then he walked straight past Mike as if he wasn’t even there, as though he couldn’t see him at all.

“Harvey?” Mike asked tentatively as he trailed after him.

No reaction.

Harvey went straight to the wet bar, poured himself a scotch, and drowned it in one go before pouring another. He took the second drink over to the lounge, collapsing in the chair and drinking it, albeit slightly slower this time.

Mike sat down beside him. He said Harvey’s name again and again and again but there was still no reaction. Harvey was just staring off into space, looking utterly devastated. Something was wrong. Harvey was right there, close enough to touch, except when he tried, when he reached out his hand couldn’t connect, just moved right through him. Harvey couldn’t see him, couldn’t hear him.

Maybe he wasn’t in heaven. Maybe he was in hell.

Mike didn’t know how long they stayed like that; Harvey staring off into space with glassy eyes, Mike hovering uncertainly by his side with no idea what was happening. The impasse was broken by the sound of Harvey’s phone. It was the text alert tone, and when Harvey pulled it out from his pocket Mike tried to angle himself to see what it said, in case it gave him some clue as to what was happening. But Harvey was too quick, throwing the phone aside after reading the message, and then hunching over, his head in his hands.

Mike reached out to put his hand on Harvey’s back. Not that it made any difference.

In the silence that followed Mike started to mourn for the loss of his life. There were still so many things he wanted for his life. He’d never travelled overseas. He’d never made it to name partner. He never saw the Mets win the world series. He never went to Comic-Con. He’d never won a landmark case or set any precedents. He’d never gotten married.

So many things he wanted to do and never did. Too many. But the worst of it was Harvey. Mike was desperately in love with him, and he’d never gotten the chance to tell him.

So he did it now. Because what could it hurt? This wasn’t real, he was in some kind of hell or purgatory or something. The real Harvey would never get to hear these words, so why not say it to this fake one?

“I love you, Harvey,” Mike murmured.

Harvey’s head snapped up, looking around the room as if he’d heard something. Mike froze, hope flickering in his chest, but when Harvey’s eyes passed over Mike there was no recognition. Mike hated himself for hoping, he hated God or whoever was responsible for this torture, he hated the driver who killed him and took him away from the man he loved.

The sound of a door opening and closing stole both their attention. Donna walked slowly into the apartment. She didn’t look that great. Mike wanted to make a joke, smile and say jeez who died and get them both laughing, but even if he could, even if they could hear him, he knew it wouldn’t work. Because he was the one who died, and the afterlife was taunting him over it.

“Harvey,” Donna said gently, but Harvey stood, taking a few steps away, his back to her as he stood at the empty fireplace.

“I can’t. I can’t go there. I can’t see…”

Mike looked between them, confused. Donna didn’t shy away, she walked right up to him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. There was nothing sexual or romantic in her touch, but Mike felt the jealousy flair nonetheless. How come this fake Donna could touch this fake Harvey and yet Mike, who was the only real thing here, couldn’t?

“I know how hard this is for you.”

“No, Donna, you don’t,” he snapped, whirling around and shaking off her hand. “You have no idea how this feels. How angry and scared and useless I feel. How this is the one thing I can’t fix and it’s killing me. How all I can think about is how I wished it was me and not - and not…”

Donna wrapped her arms around him, and Harvey let her. Mike stood and walked away, attempting to give them some privacy. The moment felt too intimate, and even though he had no idea what they were talking about he knew it wasn’t good, and Harvey wouldn’t want Mike seeing him like this.

“I know you’re scared,” Donna said. “I am too. But Harvey, he’s not gone. He needs you.”

“I can’t. I can’t see Mike like that.”

What? Mike turned, taking a few steps toward them. What were they talking about?

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a-crafty-lass  asked:

I absolutely adore your Greyling AU! I know you've already touched on this a bit, but I'd love to hear more about the kwami in this AU-if their personalities are any different, their relationships with their holders, etc. Thanks for all the art and headcanon posts you've done so far!

Absolutely, friend!! And thank you!


Of the three key Kwami, Tikki’s personality changes the least since she’s got the same holder, but their relationship is still a little different. Tikki cares a lot about Marinette. She’s one of her younger holders and though the situation they find themselves in is not without precedent, Marinette is definitely the youngest hero to find herself pitted against Plagg’s powers. Tikki sees why Master Fu made the decision he did and did not approve of it. Nevertheless she feels a great amount of guilt at not being able to do more for Mari. She does her best to remain a source of positivity for Marinette and offers her unconditional support and advice to the girl, but some of it gets lost along the way since Mari’s job is so much harder in this au. 

Marinette, as anyone might, often took out her frustrations on Tikki in the beginning, but as she came to accept her duty she warmed up to her and apologized for her behavior. Tikki’s pretty hard not to love, especially after a long conversation about regrets and secrets that mean your life to keep as close to yourself as you can.


We haven’t seen much of Nooroo in canon, so a lot of what I can say about him is mostly just me speculating on how his personality might be.

Nooroo comes out of the box with the behavior one might expect from a secretary trying to do damage control after their boss says something incomprehensibly stupid and bigoted on twitter. He’s urgent and stressed. He has so much to teach adrien with so little time! Of the main miraculouses, I think that the butterfly might be the one with the steepest learning curve. Nooroo has often run into the trouble of having too much to teach and it has ended tragically more than once. He takes Adrien’s confinement as a great blessing and is extraordinarily hesitant to allow Greyling out, even when he is quite well prepared. Nooroo is doting and motherly, like a comical helicopter parent. It suits Adrien well to have this kind of attention considering his previous circumstances. Adrien relishes in the fact that there is someone who is always looking out for him, even if a person with a healthy parental relationship would definitely think it was too much.

Nooroo is very proud of Adrien, who is a quick learner and has a natural talent for being the sunshine in the room.

Despite his “mother knows best” attitude, he can actually be pretty submissive and takes time to warm up to people. At first, he calls Adrien “young master”, which upsets Adrien to no end. He doesn’t like being reminded of his status in a very “Please, Mister Agreste is my father” type of way. Adrien’s want for lack of formality throws Nooroo, who is used to finding himself in the hands of people far more interested in flaunting their titles. Nooroo finds it is a welcome change of pace.


Poor dear sweet Plagg. I’m sorry to all you Plagg lovers out there because he really gets the short end of the stick in this au more than anyone else.

Plagg, as I’ve mentioned, has found himself being misused by bad guys before. This isn’t new to him. But Gabriel provides a very strange and unfortunate case because of his exceeding cruelty. Plagg gets it. This guy wants his wife back. But Plagg also is the first to recognize his behavior as completely inexcusable and irredeemable. Gabe, in Plagg’s eyes, passed the point of redemption almost as soon as he put on the ring for the first time. 

At first, Plagg is willing to roll with it. The bad guys mess with some shit, get out their anger, get what they want, and then they’re done. They either get killed or it catches up to them otherwise or they get bored. They recognize his power for the most part and are considerate. Plagg figures that Gabe just really needs some good ol’ destruction therapy and then he’ll be okay. If Plagg gets his cheese, which Gabe can easily provide, then they’re friends by Plagg’s esteem.

Boy, is he wrong. 

Plagg could handle the double duty. He could handle the knowledge of the innumerable sums of money in damages his powers have been used to rack up. He’s even willing to let the hostages slide and maybe a murder or two if the people deserved it.

But Tuxedo Cat steps over the line when he attempts to Cataclysm another person. Especially when that other person is Ladybug, who is merged with his other half. Murder is one thing. Cataclysm is a completely separate thing. Plagg can feel people’s existence dissolving at the hands of his powers. He can’t feel Tuxedo Cat slit an innocent’s throat.

Plagg tries reasoning with Gabriel, to quickly find he is not being listened to. He takes matters into his own paws and makes some modifications to Tux’s tux. 

Plagg makes Tuxedo Cat weak to his own Cataclysm. 

Plagg doesn’t consider himself much of a hero, more of a chaotic neutral, but allowing Gabe to be weak to cataclysm makes him pretty ill, since Plagg is basically allowing himself to be partially destroyed by his own powers. Plagg takes several days to recover, and Gabe usually takes no less than a week. In this way, at great personal cost (because Gabe is not happy to find he can’t transform for a bit, not just the illness thing), Plagg buys Tikki enough time to come up with a plan. (He really is a hero, after all.)

Plagg is a lot less cocky in this au. He’s tired and worn out pretty much all the time and generally doesn’t have enough energy or willpower to sass Gabe. Sassing Gabe generally doesn’t help matters anyway.

I don't mean you, I mean the other kind of autistic.

I see that a lot here in tumblr-land whenever someone says, “hey, I’m autistic and I am not like that / don’t like that / take offense to that” in response to a post about “suffering from autism”, poster then turns around and says “I don’t mean you …”

Then they go on to describe ME as “that other kind of autistic”.

“the low-functioning kind, that can’t talk and have meltdowns and suffer so much” (well, I don’t suffer, but they speak as if I do)

You know, the ones that it is safe to insult or ignore because we act really strange so we aren’t really people and our opinions don’t matter (they don’t have to consider our feelings because well duh we can’t have any cause we’re not really people). You know - the “low functioning” kind that can never live alone so are a burden and it’s such a shame that people have to deal with us.
And it’s always backed up by “I have a relative that is one of those and no matter what his parents try they can’t make him be normal so he is really suffering”, or “I teach/take care of that kind and no matter how many times I abuse them they still won’t act how I expect them to”. Of course they don’t call it abuse - to them taking away communication devices, toys, food, and rewards is how you get ‘them’ to do as you say; it’s not abuse, it’s “training”. Except it is abuse to the autistic. That’s why they scream and yell and stamp their feet and do all the other meltdown things. They are trying to tell you that they are being tortured, from their point of view.

You see, most of the “low functioning” autistics they are talking about are not suffering from autism, they are suffering from torture and abuse by parents, teachers, and caregivers. It’s often legal torture and abuse, but it has the same effect as if it weren’t.

The people who say these things are usually the worst abusers. Teachers and parents and relatives that see nothing wrong with locking a child in a closet to teach them how to behave, even though being locked in a closet scares the shit out of the kid so they can’t think and therefore cannot learn anything from the experience.
They see nothing wrong with tying the kid’s hands down so they don’t flap and “look like a retard and embarrass me”, even though that flapping is what is keeping the kid from exploding because they have been thrust into a fast food place during rush hour and all the noise is overwhelming them.
They think nothing is wrong with forcing the kid to be fully dressed at all times even though the touch of cloth is overwhelming the kid’s sensory processing disorder, because “they have to learn to live with it like everyone else”.

Denying Baby a candy that she can see, with no other reason than “it’s almost dinner time”, would be abuse. She has no sense of time, candy is for eating, and things that are in front of her are for her. She will not learn to wait, she can’t because it requires a sense of time to understand. So we don’t put the candy in front of her. The parents/teachers I’m discussing here are the ones that would put the candy out, slap her hand for trying to take a piece, then complain about how much she is suffering from autism when she has a meltdown because they tortured her. Usually they would add how rough life is for them having to deal with it.

Taking me to the mall is abuse. These same parents/teachers are the ones that say “they need social exposure” and force the autistic into social situations in spite of the autistic’s reaction. I cannot and never will be able to handle more than a few people at a time. When I was a little more capable I could go grocery shopping - in the middle of the day in an area where no one else would be shopping at that time. Put me in a place where people are close enough to touch and I will be jumping up and down squealing and waving my arms around as if trying to fly. And no amount of “desensitization” will change that. And it won’t change it for that five year old that the mother is dragging on a leash while he kicks and punches the floor, yelling. You don’t do that. It’s abuse, not “training”.

Anyway, enough ranting for now.

Next time you’re tempted to say “I mean the other, low functioning, kind that suffer from autism” just stop and admit you don’t know what you are talking about.

anonymous asked:

Hey I don't know if you still except prompts but if you are could you please write a small bechloe fic where Beca has a bad day or something, and when she gets home she takes a shower and shaves and she cuts herself and then she just breaks down in front of Chloe and Chloe calms her down and takes care of her. If you want to change it a bit that's fine, I just thought it could be really fluffy and cute.

sorry this took so long! I tweaked it a bit, hope that’s cool :)

“Reggie, do you have that new music for me?” Her boss asked as Beca was trying carry four cups of coffee at once.

“Not yet,” she said. “Soon, I promise.” 

“Time’s running out Reggie,” he said, putting his sunglasses on. “And so is the toilet paper so make sure you refill it.”

“Yes sir,” Beca said, cursing as she spilt coffee down the front of her shirt.
She didn’t know how she was supposed to find time to make new music at the same time as interning and working on the Bella’s set list.

“Yo, intern! Can you hurry up with the coffee?“ 

“Here you go,” Beca said, trying not to let her annoyance show. 

“Thank you. Would have been quicker to go myself,” he said.

“Maybe you should,” Beca mumbled under her breath.

It had been a long day that just seemed to get worse and worse, but finally Beca was able to go home.

All she wanted to do was sleep and not speak to anyone, but when she checked her phone she saw a message from Chloe.

Chloe: Don’t forget! Mandatory Bellas party tonight! xxx

She groaned and trudged home to shower.

She managed to avoid all the Bellas in the hall and the kitchen and escaped to the bathroom without having to talk to anyone.

She should have spotted the signs that she was having a Bad Day, but she didn’t. She obviously knew work had been stressful, and that she was tired and irritable, but she didn’t notice the signs. 

She didn’t pay attention to the fact that everyones’ voices were grating on her. They were all too loud. She didn’t notice that she’d practically dived out of the way of Fat Amy when she was walking through the kitchen. The thought of being touched right now made her feel stressed. The thought of spending a night getting drunk with her friends made her feel even more tired than she was. 

It wasn’t until her hand slipped while she was shaving and blood suddenly ran down her leg that she realised it was more than just a standard bad day. The was a Bad Day. The cut stung as soap and water ran into it, but she didn’t mind. She wanted to do it again. Desperately. She wanted to add to the many old cuts and scars that littered her legs and arms. She hadn’t done it in so long but right now, it was all she wanted to do. 

She closed her eyes and forced herself to breathe. She quickly finished shaving and showering and tried to avoid looking at the tiny cut on her leg.

She dried off and had to clean the blood off her leg again before she could put a band-aid on. 

She went to throw her razor away, but held it in her hands for a few more seconds. 

Just throw it away, she told herself. Throw it away and forget about it. You’ve moved past this now. You don’t need it anymore.

A loud knock on the door snapped Beca out of her thoughts.

“Beca are you still in there? There’s a line forming out here,” Fat Amy called.

“Two seconds,” Beca replied. She dropped the razor into the trash can and tied the towel around her.

“Finally,” Fat Amy said, pushing past her to get in. 

The feeling of Amy brushing against her caused Beca to cringe. She got to her room as fast as possible, and pulled on some old pyjamas. She knew she couldn’t face this party. She didn’t think spending the night in her room alone would do her any good, but the thought of being social was just too much. She just wanted to lie down in the quiet.

She sent Chloe a text letting her know.

Beca: Gonna have to give the party a miss, Red. Bad Day. xxx

Chloe was the only person who understood Beca. She knew what Bad Day meant, and she knew how to handle her when she was like this.

Chloe: Can I come see you? xxx

Beca smiled. Chloe was just downstairs, she could have come and barged in like she usually did, but she didn’t.

Beca replied that she could and a few seconds later, Chloe knocked and came into her room.

“Hey,” she said, sitting at Beca’s desk rather than joining her on the bed. She knew to keep her distance, and to let Beca initiate any contact.

“Hi,” Beca replied. She liked that Chloe’s voice didn’t set her on edge the way the other girls’ did when she was like this. 

“So, bad day?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I thought I was just tired and stressed because of work and the Bellas but it’s more than that. I’m just… drained.”

She could tell that Chloe was itching to come and hug her, but Beca appreciated that she was restraining herself.

“You can get back to getting ready for the party,” Beca said. “I know you need at least 3 hours on your hair.”

Chloe laughed and Beca smiled.

“How can I help?” Chloe asked.

“Just… distract me for a bit,” Beca said, her smile slipping. “I really want to do something stupid.” Beca squeezed her eyes shut and started crying. “I don’t want to fuck up.”

It took all Chloe had not to rush over and hold her. But she knew that Bad Day Beca meant don’t touch unless she lets you. She knew it meant calm voices, and distractions. But Chloe could do that.

So she started talking about nothing. About her classes, and her latest Russian Lit essay. About her professor and the fact that he wore the same pink salmon coloured pants every day. She made Beca laugh, and soon Beca lifted her hand for Chloe to take.

Chloe crossed the room quickly and pulled Beca into her arms.

They could hear the party getting louder downstairs but Chloe didn’t move. 

“You can go enjoy yourself,” Beca said, closing her eyes as she rested her head against Chloe’s chest. “You’re missing your party.”

“I don’t care about that,” Chloe said. “I care about you.”

rage-crystals  asked:

Hi! I know a lot of people in the SU fandom think White Diamond is the one who shattered Pink Diamond, like, in a very round-about way and with the help of Rose Quartz, but what I don't get is why the Crewniverse hasn't introduced her if she's a main villain. She's had 0 screen time. That's not very good writing---usually, main villains show up right off the bat. They're clear goals to beat, especially in children's shows. What do you think?

Couple of thoughts about this.

One: I don’t think anyone but Rose was responsible for what happened. Pretty much because Rose has absolutely nothing to gain from taking the fall for any Diamond.

Two: Probably because the Diamonds are not main villains, or any kind of villains. The writers of the show have been very explicit about that. They occupy stereotypically villainous roles but that does not make them villains. Kind of like how Steven occupies a stereotypical role usually given to a bumbling idealist who eventually learns how to do everything the way of his mentors but with a unique and endearing twist, which he hasn’t done at all.

If you stop thinking of the Diamonds as stereotypical villains, and the plot as a straight railroad to ultimately end up with Steven punching all of the Diamonds in their gems, killing them immediately, then suddenly a lot of alleged inconsistencies in the writing actually make perfect sense. Because this was pretty blatantly from the start never supposed to be that kind of story.

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anonymous asked:

Heeeeey, I love your blog! I came for the fanart but your writing pulled me in completely! If you don't have too much on your plate right now, could you do the 5 prompt for paperhat, with the first confession of feelings (maybe an i-love-you 😏) and a bit of humor? Don't feel pressured into doing any of them, we all love you no matter what 😘❤❤

“Why are you helping me?”

Blackhat nearly tripped over his own two feet when Flug asked him that question. He was also carrying several crates of supplies with the help of some extra shape-shifted hands, and he almost dropped those as well. Blackhat turned to look at Flug, who was up on a ladder near one the many cabinets in his lab and raised an eyebrow.

“No seriously, sir, you’ve never helped me clean up the lab before? What’s changed?” Flug inquired.

“Nothing has changed!” Blackhat huffed, doing his best to act nonchalant. “I just thought that maybe if I helped out you’d be able to get back to working on a new invention sooner!” Flug seemed to deflate a little, but then he shrugged.

“Well, I just thought maybe you were being nice to me, but I guess that was too much to ask for.” Then he returned to storing top shelf items in a nearby cardboard box.

Blackhat internally let out a sigh of relief. There was no way that Flug could find out that he really was trying to be nice; he couldn’t find out that Blackhat liked-

No, no, no, stop letting those thoughts in! Blackhat chastised himself. I can’t to be emotionally compromised like humans get, eugh.

Flug, up on his ladder, was becoming increasingly frustrated with his boss. For weeks now the eldritch had been dancing around him, probably thinking he was being subtle, but oh so obviously harboring feelings for him. The scientist had tried several times to coax a confession out of the man, but he stubbornly refused to give in. Now, with his most recent failure, he was ready to just march up to Blackhat slap him, kiss him, and then tell him he loved him too.

That may have caused a volatile reaction through, and Flug would rather avoid that.

Hmmmm…. I could try maybe… I got it!! Flug thought. Wriggling the ladder a little, he took a deep breath and hope that this plan wouldn’t end with several broken bones.

Blackhat had just set all the crates he was carrying down in the corner, when he heard a startled yelp come from across the room. His eyes widened at the sight of the ladder, which had been precariously balanced to the point where it was almost straight up and down, falling backwards, with Flug still holding on.

“FLUG!” He yelled. He got there just as the doctor jumped, and Blackhat caught him in his arms. “Flug! Are you all right?” The man appeared a bit dazed, but otherwise appeared unharmed.

“Y-yes, sir,” he stammered. Then he looked up at Blackhat face and exclaimed. “You saved me sir! Thank you!” The only word to describe the color that burst across Blackhat’s cheeks was ‘Explosion.’ Promptly, Flug was dropped to the floor with a THUD.

“I just wanted to make sure that my best scientist didn’t break an arm and become unable to work or something,” Blackhat snarled. Then he popped his collar up in a poor attempt to conceal his blush. “I’ll handle all the top shelf cleaning now.”

Flug wanted to slap himself now.

Once they’d finished cleaning up the lab, and Blackhat had gone back to his office, Dementia climbed out of a vent near the ceiling.

“Hey Flug, what’s up?” She called out cheerfully as she clambered down to ground level. From where he sat, with his fingers steepled together, Flug simply said,

“Dementia, how do you feel about doing something to make Blackhat jealous, or force him to confess his feelings for me?” There was a scuffle of shoes across the floor, and then Dementia was leaning seductively on the table next to Flug. An evil grin was splitting her face in two.

“What’d you have in mind?”

Blackhat was walking down the hall on his way to Flug’s lab - NOT because he wanted to see the Flug, he just wanted to check on his progress - when he heard a crashing sound.

“Dementia let go of me!” Flug shouted. Blackhat’s pace picked up, and he threw the door open to find quite the scene.

Dementia was lifting Flug into the air over her head. As soon as Blackhat saw this, she smirked and tossed the doctor up, took a step back, and caught him bridal style. Then she dipped him so she could kiss his bag covered cheek and burst into a fit of laughter.

“You’re so light yah twig!” she squealed. Something in Blackhat’s stomach writhed like a nest of snakes while watching this. Anger bubbled up in his chest, and spilled out in the form of action.

Blackhat ran forward and took Flug from Dementia’s arms into his own.

“You heard him, Dementia, let him go!” he snapped. A growl rose in his throat when

Dementia tried to snatch him back, and he pulled the man closer to his body.

Flug was screaming internally. His plan was working and - Holy shit he just growled, Flug thought. He could just barely make out the shocked yet excited smile on Dementia’s face, as he was pressed extremely close to Blackhat’s chest.

“Jeez, Blackhat, didn’t know you loved Flug that much,” Dementia teased. For the whole two seconds that it took for Blackhat to process her words, he held Flug impossibly closer, but then suddenly Flug found himself on the floor for the second time that day; his tailbone was going to be so bruised.

“I don’t LOVE flug,” Blackhat snorted.

And that was the final straw for Flug.

Standing up with a speed that startled both Blackhat and Dementia, he faced the eldritch and put his hands on his hips.

“Well if you can’t admit your feelings then I’ll say it first!’ He yelled. “I love you, you big idiot!” Dementia’s mouth fell open, but she cheered her friend and his sudden burst of courage on quietly. Meanwhile, Blackhat was standing in stunned silence on the receiving end of Flug’s determined glare. Then he began to sputter,

“I- I- I don’t-”

“Do It need to say it again?” Blackhat squirmed under the scientist heavy gaze. Then his composure cracked and he finally blurted out,

“Iloveyoutoo.” But then he noticed what was going on behind Flug. “NOW STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT DEMENTIA! ARE YOU RECORDING THIS!!!???” There was a shriek of laughter from Dem, and then she was running for the door. Blackhat wasn’t far behind.

Flug did slap himself his time, right on the forehead. He’d gotten Blackhat to admit his feelings but at what price? Now he’d have to convince Dementia to delete her recording, or Blackhat was going to hole himself up in his room like a pouty child for the next week. Flug sighed out his frustration, and then went to go find the two villains. At least he had a supposed boyfriend now through, right?

You ask for a little bit of humor and i just went kinda of crazy, whoops. Gosh this was so hilarious to write some “I can’t confess my feelings” Blackhat and some “I’m done with this” Flug. Thank you so much for this request, and i hope you get a good laugh out of it anon!!! Also, i am so flattered that you love my blog and art?? Thank you??  Well i love you anon!! Thanks!!

One of my favorite things about Second Citadel is that every major character is the protagonist of their own story and the antagonist of somebody else’s– and that gives the series a unique angle for showcasing one of my favorite ideologies of characterization.

A person’s greatest strength will be their greatest weakness.

It also gives us a chance to really look at motivations from multiple angles. We get to see the reasoning behind their actions and know they aren’t ill-intentioned– but then we also get the flip side and see when those actions hurt other people.

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Thieves Among Us (3/5)

Let Jon have his armies and his devoted wildlings and the love of their people, she thinks. Let him have his dragon queen. She’s in possession of a secret, tragic as it may be, but at least it’s entirely her own. For Sansa, that’s more than enough. It has to be. Rated M; inspired by content from S7. Previous chapters can be found here.

Sansa’s eyes dawned with realization while she stared back at him, her face a kaleidoscope of surprise and panic that burst wide open before swallowing itself up again as she recovered from his unexpected appearance.  

“Hello, Jon,” she greeted evenly. Sansa may have had the sense to speak first, but her tone was distant—as distant as it had been when she’d spoken to him on the rampart. It was like she had thrown ice water over him, jolting him out of his dazed bewilderment. The fact that she sounded so casual, as if her presence wasn’t anything strange to ponder over whatsoever, only set him off the edge just a little further.

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