i don't think that they'd understand

  • 2011: the a stands for ally
  • 2013: the a stands for asexual
  • 2017: the a stands for and i don't want the world to see me cuz I don't think that they'd understand when everything's made to be broken i just want you to know who i am i just want you to know who i am i just want you to know who i am i just want you to know who i am

charlietherocketman  asked:

Dear Greg, I really wish I could support you on patreon because you have done so much for me as a person. I am a transboy and have had bad thoughts in the past. You've helped me see the brighter side in the future. I am only fifteen and I think if I asked my parents to start paying for you patreon (I'd try donate a lot) they would be shocked or something. I'd pay them back every month but I don't think they'd understand. You probably won't read this but I wish you good luck in your future.

Don’t worry! Just being a viewer of my channels makes me appreciate you more!

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

mintybogdanow  asked:

hey there! so my friend's username is dangerousteam (their blog is empty as they just use it to read fanfic and they don't wanna tell me the name of their main lmao) so i think they'd like viktor, yuri and yurio, the scenarios, the reader is stressed and frustrated with themselves bc of their add, lots of things are going on and even though they're very smart, they feel like they wont make it, even tho other people try to understand they can't fully do it. i guess it'd be nice with some angst

Of course I can do this! I personally struggle with ADHD and anxiety, so I totally understand where this request is coming from. This request is dedicated to @dangerousteam by their friend. If any of you are struggling with ADD, ADHD, or anything of the sort, you’re not alone; I understand and I’m here for all of you. Feel free to talk to me is you ever need anything from me, or just want someone to talk to :3 I hope you enjoy, and thank you for the request <3

[Viktor Nikiforov]

  • Viktor knows about your ADD and how you can struggle at times, and he always does his very best to help you through tough spots and make sure you feel alright
  • and he may not always get it and he’ll say “omg babe your amazing y are u sad” but honestly he’s crying his best and he loves you sm ;-;
  • Things are getting a bit much for you to handle, and you’re stressed and tired and getting to the end just seems impossible right now, and you reach a breaking point
  • Viktor comes home to find you at the kitchen table crying into your hands, and he drops everything to run over to you and crouches in front of your chair
  • “Baby? C’mon, look at me. I need you to tell me what’s wrong so I can make it better and so i can validate you and make you feel loved bc dammit you’re wonderful and i don’t deserve you
  • When you explain what’s wrong, he stands and takes a few steps back, and you know you’re in for a lecture
  • Viktor goes on and on about how amazing and smart you are, how much he loves you, how wonderful you make him feel, and how confident and strong he knows you can be; he accompanies his speech with a ton of Extra™ gestures and facial expressions, and it’s almost like he’s performing on a stage or something
  • When he finishes his rant, he pulls you out of your chair in a bone-crushing hug and plants kisses all over your face, your stress and worry fading with every touch of his lips to your skin

[Yuri Katsuki]

  • Having experienced mental illness himself, he can empathize with you and understand how your ADD is causing you to struggle
  • He’s the best at understanding where you’re coming from, and he knows exactly what you like and how to make you feel better
  • One day he comes home to a suspiciously quiet house, and he finds you in bed and looking like you’re about to cry
  • me as fuck tho lmao like “oops i can’t do this today i gotta stare at the wall for three hours” yeah adhd is wild y’all
  • He crawls under the covers with you and takes you into his arms, resting his head on top of yours while you start to cry
  • “(Y/N), I know it’s hard, but please don’t give up. You’re so smart and I’m proud of you for trying your best every day. It’s okay to cry, but please promise me you’ll get back up and keep trying once you’re ready. Please?”
  • omg what a sweetheart ;-; like babe you’re so supportive and loving and ugh fuck me up
  • Yuri will hold you and allow you to cry until you feel better, and he’s cheering for you and supporting you the second you get up and try again

[Yuri Plisetsky]

  • Yuri can have some problems sympathizing when it comes to your struggles with ADD, but he knows how to comfort you when the time comes
  • and he’s not trying to be mean ???? he just thinks you’re so smart and beautiful and special like wtf are you insecure for babe u good
  • He comes home one day to find you laying on the sofa and crying, and his protective mode engages automatically
  • He asks you what’s wrong, and you explain that your ADD is causing you some stress and anxiety; Yuri nods in understanding, but his face contorts to a look that looks like a mixture of hurt and anger
  • he’s not mad babe ugh he just wishes you could be happy and know how much you mean to him
  • Yuri somewhat forcefully pulls you up from the couch and holds your face in his hands; his hold on you is firm, but he’s careful to not hurt you
  • “Hey, knock it off. Quit crying, idiot. You’re smart, you’re strong, and you’re fucking okay. I get that you have ADD and it’s hard sometimes, but I’m not letting you quit. I love you too much to watch you give up.”
  • Yuri moves his hands from your face to your waist an he pulls you into a hug, and you let the last of your tears fall into the fabric of his shirt
  • He’ll hug you and hold you for as long as you need, then Yuri will sit down with you and help you get back on track with whatever is bothering you

trans-ahsoka  asked:

Idk if u know the answer to this but uh. Like? Is..Taagnus considered Bad or something? And if so, why???? I get that it's a rarepair,, but I literally don't understand why it would b considered problematique™ Everyone who ships it kinda seems to do so very quietly and like. Some ppl even seem concerned they'd get shit for it so? What's the deal?

theres like…a somewhat vocal number of people who think its Bad to ship 2 of taz’s player characters with each other because theyre played by irl brothers. but its like. thats really the only thing i ever see people say about Why Taagnus Is Bad, and that argument is flimsy at best, considering griffin plays all the npcs and very very very few people are opposed to ALL taz ships

like its whatever i can respect it if people are too yucked out by that to be able to get into taagnus–probably a lot of people just see PCs and NPCs as different things, but i SUPER dont for a lot of reasons–but i just think that the only argument i ever see being posed as to why its Bad And Problematique is a shitty one that holds little to no weight when u think about it for more than 0 seconds. like just say ur not into it and go on w your day

as for why were kind of quiet about it, i think there are a lot of reasons?? like for one thing there ARE people who like to give taagnus shippers crap over it, and it can be anything from the obvious (sending rude and/or confrontational asks) to the innocuous (reblogging taagnus art and tagging it “i dont ship this tho ew” which happens FREQUENTLY AS HELL and gets Very grating Very quickly). plus were in the minority, like, theres a canon taako ship that people love and theres no way we can compare w that, esp when there are people who want to label taagnus discourseworthy or w/e.

nobody wants a fight??? and i wouldnt be surprised if most of us are just trying to avoid fights.

but like…….if u look at the characters themselves–wholly separate from their creators/players–i have a very hard time finding anything legitimately problematic about a relationship between them? i could make a big ol list of all the Good Healthy Things i see in this ship and anything even remotely iffy i think is either sth that just needs to be dealt with in canon (ie their respective traumas–which on another note i think could be dealt with by exploring their relationship w each other!! even nonromantically!!), or is a fuckin big ol example of Reachie Reach & Hellsite comin to say hello

I Don’t Want the World to See Me (Cause I Don’t Think that They’d Understand) # 8

#8  Here’s another little blurb from Bucky’s POV - It takes place during Part 36 of WEMtbB (masterlist here)

Word count - 2355 (so much for this being a drabble….)

Warnings - Angst, anger, the internal wrath of Bucky, thoughts of violence/death

Wondering where Bucky was during the last update to WEMtbB?  Here you go!!  If you need a little music, check out The Light by Disturbed.  This song could have been written for this particular segment.

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anonymous asked:

I hiiighly doubt they'll be buying cos like, my friend,, if u think rent is high in central u should see actual house prices like people don't rlly buy homes in London they just rent. Though I do wish they'd move out of London so they actually could buy a home!!

Sorry for the late reply, i was waiting for the video and didnt cook until i watched it so have been making dinner. 

I understand what you’re saying, but housing in London doesn’t really work like that. I’m from London, grew up in a house in London, will rent in London within the year, and ‘hopefully’ will buy somewhere in London in the next 7 years (if all goes well haha).

So basically, yes, rent is high in central London, or more we should really say the places in London accessible by the tube. DnP live in North London currently, and I’m assuming they’ll stay north of the river since the tube networks are better there. They won’t live properly central, so I’m thinking further out. (I’m currently assuming they live in zone 2). Flat’s out there will certainly be over £1million, but DnP have earned a lot of money recently from merch, TABINOF, TATINOF, and DAPGO. On top of that they have their YT revenue. So, buying a house/flat over 1 million I would assume is within their price range.

And anyway, they almost certainly won’t pay for the whole house, they’ll get a mortgage. And because they’ve had a large income over the past few years from the things mentioned above, getting a mortgage for a house/flat which is over 1 million, even 2 million would probably be given to them. 

And people really do buy flats and houses in London. Some friends of mine who work in city jobs only had to save for a couple of years and live with their parents and now they’re buying flats - so it’s very possible dnp are buying. And my future is dependant on the fact that I’ll one day be able to own a flat in London. I’ve checked if it’s possible if I get a good enough job - and it’s possible, hard, but possible. Luckily for dnp they’ve been raking it in, they’ve probs got awesome credit scores, they’ll be easily given a great mortgage loan with a dealable mortgage repayment system from a bank, and they’ve almost certainly got enough to put down an offer on a house/flat.

And it makes WAY more sense to buy a house/flat in london (if you can afford the deposit and get a mortgage) BECAUSE the rental prices are so high. If you rent, you never see that money again because it’s given to a landlord. If you buy a house/flat with a mortgage, then if you want to move to a different place you sell the house/flat and sell the mortgage too and get your money back (and hopefully a bit extra on top if the housing market doesn’t crash). So a house is an investment - renting is just throwing money away, and in London it’s throwing a lot of money away. This is called getting on the property ladder: the concept is you buy a flat and a mortgage, then sell it for profit when you want to go somewhere a bit bigger. This way you gain money rather than lose money renting.

DnP for sure have enough money to buy a flat with a mortgage, and this is a good idea because it’s an asset which will give them stability. By their age it’s nice to know that you have a stable investment which if all else fails you can sell. If their business crashes then they can sell the flat and mortgage and gain their money back. If their business crashes and they are still renting then they’ll lose everything. So it’s more financially stable to invest in a house.

And just because they may be moving to a flat it doesn’t mean that it isn’t their home :)

Also, there are plenty of houses (rather than flats) which would be a great size for dnp in London. I personally don’t think they would actually move to the suburbs of London. I assume they live around zone 2 right now, and i would think they wouldn’t live past zone 4. So this idea of them moving out to the suburbs into a house isn’t really their style. And london is big and there are houses within their price range within zones 2-4. 

idk, i hope you understood all of that. i get what you’re saying, but as a Londoner in their 20s, I really do think it would be way more sensible and financially beneficial if they’re buying this next place rather than renting :)

(i’m so sorry, this is all too real for me and probably the most boring shit anyone has ever read and the scariest reality check for any fellow Londoners in their 20s hahaha)

Leia would love and admire Cassian so much, and she’d also understand him.

if anyone else would know what it feels like to feel so personally responsible for so many lives, have an unwavering devotion to the cause, put duty above all else, and live with that weight on your shoulders, it would be Leia Organa

they’d make a great team and would be those type of friends who would be on such similar wavelengths that they could communicate complex thoughts to each other wordlessly, with just a nod of their heads. They would have such similar values of justice and making the galaxy a better place, but also a fierce loyalty to their friends.

I’d imagine that they would be two people who could always count on each other and who would look out for each other. Like Leia would notice if Cassian was overworking himself and persuade him to take a break, and he would be intuitive enough to realize when something was bothering her, and be an understanding person for her to talk to.

It’s a shame they didn’t get to be friends. 

anonymous asked:

Can you do the s and m family reacting to their s/o having anxiety (I don't think they'd be too kind about it, but I wanted to know what you thought) (if you can only do one family that's cool too!) thank you

I have anxiety, so I can relate! |・ω・) 

  • Ayato: At first he would tease you, but then after realizing you were really upset and actually weren’t okay he would probably pull you to him until you calmed down. If push came to shove, he would take you to a room where it was just you and him and try to talk about what was making you so anxious.
  • Laito: He doesn’t really understand anxiety, he thinks nobody should be nervous over small things. He would try to tell you everything was going to be alright and give you lots of hugs and kisses (hoping it will lead to other things.)
  • Kanato: Surprisingly enough, Kanato has anxiety too! He’s always terrified of being replaced or left alone. Whenever you have an anxiety attack, its the only time he shows affection by getting a blanket, sweets, and cuddles with you the whole day and doesn’t leave you alone until he’s sure you’re alright.
  • Reiji: He gets mad. He thinks anxiety doesn’t exists, he thinks it’s all in your head. Reiji never really does anything when your anxiety gets back except makes you a cup of tea and leaves it outside your door, he does care about you- but he doesn’t want to show it.
  • Shu: It scares him, he doesn’t like you freaking out at random times, he’s scared when you say you can’t breathe. The only way he knows how to calm you down is to hold you and rub your back soothingly, he even takes fake slow breaths, hoping that you’ll go in sync with him.
  • Subaru: He won’t let you leave his room. He will sit you in his lap on his bed and make you do dumb things like count his fingers and then yours, trying to do simple things to distract you like asking you dumb questions about how many letters are your name and his name combined. Just small things to calm you down.
  • Ruki: He usually takes you to a quiet place and reads to you and holds you until you say you’re okay. Then that night he sleeps with you in your bed to make sure nothing else happens to you.
  • Kou: He drags out dumb things like magazines with fashion, asking you which outfit would suit you best. You think it’s stupid but he will braid your hair or ask to do your make up, something to make you have attention on him and not what’s making you upset.
  • Yuma: He loses his shit. Yuma is terrfied when you start to breathe funny and can’t talk, he takes your hand and places it on his chest and takes long deeps breaths and tells you do what he’s doing. Everytime you have an anxiety attack he makes you sleep in his bed for a week, until he’s certain you’re okay.
  • Azusa: It shakes him to his core. He never leaves you alone except in the bathroom, even then- he sits outside the bathroom door and ask you if you’re okay about every ten minutes. When you do have anxiety, he holds you and hums, sometimes he will kiss you but that’s only if you’re sort of calm.

anonymous asked:

gallavich prompt: can you do something where one of them has an accident and forgets who the other is? :)

// ok I’ve given this my best shot…it’s a total standalone, full on oneshot, completely unrelated to my gallavich queer club universe (but trust me there is lots more of that coming!) enjoy //

‘Im sorry Mr Gallagher but he has amnesia.’

Ian sighed. 'But he’s going to remember? It’ll come back?’

'We can’t know anything for certain. I don’t want to promise something that may not happen. You’re free to visit him now, though. He’s awake.’

So Ian walked slowly down the corridor, breathing in the harsh chemical smell of the hospital. He just wanted to get to the room and see Mickey, yet he walked slower than ever. He knew that every step he took was a step closer to discovering something terrible.

'Can I come in?’, he called, knocking on the door. The man in the bed frowned at him, confused.

'I think you have the wrong room, man,’ he said, shrugging blankly.

Ian’s heart almost stopped. 'Mickey. It’s me. It’s Ian’, he whispered, shocked.

Mickey’s eyes widened. 'How the fuck do you know my name?’, he said, his tone suspicious and body inching away from Ian in caution, who had now entered the room.

Ian couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 'I know your name, Mickey Milkovich, because I have loved you for just shy of eight years.’

'I’m not a fucking fag,’ Mickey spat aggressively, but his eyes were fearful.

'You’ve got to be kidding me,’ Ian muttered incredulously. Mickey had reverted back to how he was before coming out. Before even knowing Ian. He walked up close to Mickey and got up close, the words falling slowly but piercingly out of his mouth. 'I don’t know what year you think you’re in, but back in 2014, you came out. You practically screamed it. Your dad beat the shit out of us, but we won. We went home and showered together and we didn’t fuck that night. We kissed with our broken faces and just lay side by side all night. Toe to toe, head to head. I held you. I kissed away your tears. And then, Mickey, then you rested your ear over my chest and you fell asleep listening to my heartbeat.’ Mickey was staring at him, paralysed. Ian wondered if he’d gone too far, but he didn’t stop. 'I know your name, Mickey Milkovich, because I can’t count the number of times I’ve fucking screamed out your name each time you coaxed my body into an orgasm…which you reciprocated nicely, might I add. Usually I top. But liking what you like don’t make you a bitch, isn’t that right?’

'I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but you need to shut your fucking mouth,’ Mickey practically whimpered. Then Ian calmed down a little. He realised that this wasn’t Mickey’s fault. So he spoke softly and less aggressively.

'I know your name, Mickey Milkovich, because six months ago, we got married. In the park here in Chicago. Our sisters were bridesmaids. Your brothers didn’t show up. But mine became yours. Lip was my best man. Kev was yours. And Yev was ring bearer. Your son - our son.’ Mickey was speechless. 'He’s almost five. And these are the rings he carried down the aisle to us,’ Ian said, holding up his hand to show the thick, plain silver band snug on his fourth finger. Then he tentatively reached out to run his thumb over Mickey’s identical ring. Mickey instinctively snatched his hand away like Ian’s touch burned him. 'In your vows, you told me that you loved me beyond any and all things. And you told me again later, when it was just us, because I still couldn’t believe it. It felt like a dream. Because I love you too, Mickey. So, so much,’ Ian told him, tears in his eyes, desperate. He clasped Mickey’s hand now and held on, his husband’s hand, the hand he knew better than his own, as he cried silently.

Mickey stared at their hands, fingering the ring on his finger, frowning. 'I don’t know where to even begin…they told me I had some amnesia but…how could I forget so much? There’s just, years and years missing. Years with you, apparently. You don’t seem like the sort of guy I could forget’, he whispered.

Ian raised his eyebrows. 'Was that - are you flirting?’ he almost laughed.

Mickey looked away awkwardly. 'Look, I know I’m gay. I’ve always known. I never kiss guys. Don’t want them to get attached…well. I don’t want to get attached to them, honestly.’

'You kiss me plenty. All of that playing-it-straight crap went to shit after a couple years with me.’

'Am I really married? To you?’ Ian reached for his wallet.

'I’ll bring more pictures from home, tomorrow - but I always have this one with me. This is us. Last May.’ Ian showed him the little rectangular picture.

'We look good,’ Mickey remarked, but the two men in tuxes with matching grins looked like strangers to him. There was a pause. 'Do I really have a kid?’

'Yes. He’s here,’ Ian said, flipping the pockets of the wallet over and revealing a photo from a year or so ago, of Yev sat on the couch at Ian and Mickey’s place. 'Yevgeny. We all call him Yev.’

'What kind of a -’


'Why?’ Ian considered how to answer. 'Who’s his mother?’

Ian sighed. 'It’s a long story. I’ll tell you another day.’ Mickey didn’t persist.

'How did we meet?’

Ian smiled. 'It was 2011. We were still living out our teenage years, though yours were nearly over. You thought I’d - hurt your sister and you just burst into the shop where I used to work, screaming out my name. Wouldn’t be the last time you did that…anyway. We didn’t really meet until I came to your place one morning. We started out fighting, pretty hard, but then you pinned me down and - I just remember our eyes locked and we just stared at each other, and we just knew. And then we were just doing it. Fucking in your twin bed. I was fifteen. Shit.’ He sighed. 'We kept hooking up in secret. Always rushing through the sex. Terrified of getting discovered. That was more you than me, but still. We didn’t even kiss for, like, two years. Not that I didn’t try. But we used to flirt shamelessly. That was more me than you. You were nothing like anyone I’d ever known. I didn’t think you could exist. But you did. Eventually you seemed to just accept that you wanted me and you weren’t going to deny yourself pleasure anymore. It was literally destroying you, Mick.’


Ian had gone to get them both coffee. On the walk back, he reflected. It was still unbelievable. And unfair. But when hadn’t things been with them? He didn’t know how he could tell Mickey everything. Svetlana. Terry. His bipolar. The accident. How could everything about them have been wiped clean out of his head?

As he returned, he was broken out of these thoughts by Mickey’s voice ringing down the corridor. He was…singing? Ian listened.

'And I don’t want the world to see me, cos I don’t think that they’d understand’, Mickey sang, scratchy but pure.

Ian stood in the doorway, frozen. Mickey noticed. 'Are you ok?’, he asked.

'Mick…why were you singing that song?’, he asked in a choked whisper.

Mickey shrugged. 'I don’t actually know. I seem to remember it from somewhere. And it’s - it’s nice. I guess,’ he said, puzzled. 'Why?’

Ian stepped inside the room slowly. 'That was the song we danced to at our wedding. It’s our song, it’s our fucking song’, he said, then sang the next line, voice shaking, 'when everything’s made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.’

They didn’t say anything. They just stared at each other, both searching for things that the other didn’t know how to give.

Mickey slowly slipped off the ring and held it. 'So I can remember our wedding song but not the wedding’, he murmured bitterly.

Ian noticed Mickey’s eyes fill with tears. He knew him well enough to know that any second he would begin crying. He walked over and held Mickey, not caring if the gesture was too sudden - if his husband was crying, he was going to comfort him. Sure enough, Mickey gave a loud sob, then tears fell down his face as he began to cry. Ian absentmindedly stroked his neck, planted little kisses in his hair; it was second nature. 'Sorry,’ he said after a moment, worrying Mickey would react adversely to the affection.

Mickey shook his head. 'It’s fine. It’s - nice. That’s not it.’

'Then what?’

'It’s just…I want to remember it, all of it. Not only for my sake but for yours too, this isn’t fair to either of us’, Mickey sobbed.

Ian nodded. 'I know. I know’, he said, feeling tears sting his own eyes. After everything they’d been out through, this just felt like the sickest, most fucked up twist of fate.

Mickey slowly turned and looked at Ian. He had somehow ended up curled against Ian’s chest, a familiar position. They were so close; Ian could feel his breath on his neck and it took all the strength he had not to kiss Mickey. It was too soon, it was too soon, he kept telling himself.

But then Mickey reached up, slowly, tracing the outline of Ian’s face. Tentative at first, then coming to cradle Ian’s face in his palm. Mickey’s eyes fell to his lips.

'Oh fuck,’ Ian murmured, and gave in. He kissed him hard, and then Mickey returned the kiss, deepened it. Ian’s hands ran through Mickey’s hair and they really tasted each other. Ian couldn’t get enough of him, no matter how familiar he was. That was the beauty of it.

'Your kiss. I’ve had it before’, Mickey said breathlessly.

Ian smiled. 'My lips are clearly a pretty unforgettable experience’, he smiled through his tears. Mickey laughed.


Mickey had fallen asleep in his arms and Ian had stayed, holding him. It reminded him of old times, before the accident. They lay together on the bed, Ian breathing in the same old smell. The blood and the hospital couldn’t erase it; it was, unmistakably, home.

'Ian? Are you awake?’, he whispered.

Ian looked down at his husband. 'Yeah. I’m here.’

'I just want to say. I’m - I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this. I can’t imagine how hard it must be’, he said.

'It’s not your fault’, Ian began, but Mickey cut across -

'regardless. I’m sorry. And when the doctor sees me tomorrow, I’m going to find out how I can beat this thing - if I can. If I can’t, well…’, he trailed off, unsure what would happen.

'Then we’ll work through it. I vowed to take you in sickness and in health’, Ian reminded him. 'God knows you’ve done that for me. Look, I love you, Mickey. I will always love you. And I know you’ve forgotten how to love me, but I’ll remind you. I want you to remember, to feel it all again’, he whispered, kissing his neck.

Mickey smiled. 'Thank you, firecrotch,’ he muttered as his eyes closed, drifting back into sleep.

Ian’s heart jolted and he closed his eyes, grinning, as more tears came. 'You’re on your way back, aren’t you,’ he whispered, kissing Mickey’s forehead gently. He didn’t think his old nickname had ever made him cry before.

But that was their relationship. Expect the unexpected. Always.

// the end! PLEASE keep sending me prompts, I gotta write every day this month! //

  • a jackass: I just don't understand how someone could use they as a pronoun, wouldn't they know that the word isn't a proper pronoun? You'd think they'd understand that they need to use he or she
  • me: this is incredible



“To be completely truthful… that doesn’t narrow it down.” The Beast murmurs, his head lazily laying back, all but accepting that he likely wouldn’t be moving from that spot for a little while at the very least.

The biggest surprise was in the fact that this man, whoever he was, seemed to hold no fear for him. Most would quicker kill him than they would help him. So it did beg the question: Why was this man different? Why did he have no fear? 

Humans, by their very nature, seemed to fear that which they didn’t understand, and they would much quicker see a monster than a living breathing person, albeit one who looked vastly different than them.

“Why me of all things?” He questions, wincing at a shot of pain that went through him. “Most would just leave me to die…”

anonymous asked:

Okay, this isn't part of the ask meme, and sorry if this is too late and I understand if you don't answer, but: If you could have 1-24 hour(s) with your character (so Mod Allura would have Allura, etc.), what would you want to do with them? Do you think they'd agree?

Mod Allura: I would love to sit down and have a cup of tea with Allura and discuss Altean culture, arts, language. I think it would nice just to hang out together.
Mod Keith: I would literally do anything with Keith, maybe ride around on red and just have fun doing whatever. I would also love to theorize about things with him
(Mod Lance was not able to answer this question)

anonymous asked:

Frederick and Emmeryn!

If they had a kid meme
Send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.



General Appearance:  
Tall and thin in stature with long, brown hair, emerald green eyes, and delicate features. At her father’s insistence, she wears her hair tied up in a neat, braided bun most of the time to protect her from getting it caught when she rides. Her Brand of the Exalt is just below the center of her collarbone.

Adelaide is a kind, honest Falcon Knight who inherited her parents’ enthusiasm for helping others. Though she is soft-hearted and very critical of herself, she is a dedicated knight and has a strong mind for diplomacy. The one with the warmest hands.

Special Talents:
Empathic understanding, healing, pegasus riding, fire starting.

Who they like better:
She likes them equally.

Who they take after more:
Emmeryn. (She isn’t half as fussy as her dad!)

Personal Head canon:
Adelaide loves her cousins dearly, but feels very insecure of her place among them because of her mother’s former status as Exalt. She often wears collared shirts or dresses with high necklines to avoid displaying her Brand and prefers to be spoken to as an ordinary woman.

Face Claim:

I Don’t Want the World to See Me (Cause I Don’t Think that They’d Understand)

Good God, I must be a glutton for punishment.

Okay, so I had this thought that I should get into Bucky’s head a bit, and then this idea was born.  This series will be a companion piece to WEMtbB - it will be a series of short stories (drabbles? I guess I don’t know the technical term) that shows some of the events from Bucky’s point of view.  It will not be continual or as often updated - just random little blurbs here and there.

This particular piece would be placed somewhere at the end of part 1 or the very beginning of part 2.  It probably won’t make any sense if you haven’t read the other story - it’s here if you want to read it.

Warnings - mmm…probably angst, some self loathing.

Word count - 478

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anonymous asked:

I need help understanding Pynch. Like I get that Ronan likes Adam but I've never seen anything in the books that shows Adam feels the same. I Want to like them because I think they'd be happy if they were in love but I just don't understand....

[rolls my sleeves up] [gets out my briefcase] [rustles papers]

lmao alright let’s do this anon LET’S DO THIS

so first things first: if you’re looking for something that explicitly states that adam likes ronan, you’re not going to get that. that’s just not how maggie’s writing works. most of what she does throughout the series (and it’s one of my favourite aspects) is imply and infer things without directly stating them. 

look at ronan, for example – even though his feelings for adam are canonical, what we get for ages are references circling around that fact instead of directly pointing to them. in tdt the closest thing that comes to it naming it outright is “ronan’s second secret was adam parrish.” and even in bllb, it’s adam musing on ronan’s crush on him that makes it clear, rather than anything specifically thought or said by ronan himself. but all in all, looking at these separate, veiled references as a whole is how we as readers can draw the conclusion that yes, ronan likes adam.

now, i’m biased because i am a pynch shipper, but i do see some reciprocity in feelings through the way in which adam observes ronan as the series goes on. i would agree that his feelings are certainly not as strong as ronan’s – in fact, i’d argue that adam isn’t yet aware of those feelings himself. and that makes sense because to my knowledge, when the series starts ronan already knows how he feels about adam. but us reading the raven cycle is the process of adam not only figuring a lot out about himself, but coming to new understandings in his relationship with ronan (as well as the rest of the gang). and that makes sense to me because imo adam, out of all the main characters, has the biggest personal transformation throughout the series.

if you look at the books in a nutshell, you can already see the progression. book one: ronan and adam are friends but mostly through gansey, i wouldn’t say they have a significantly close relationship apart from that. and yet the way in which adam observes ronan is strangely poetic:

Gansey had once told Adam that he was afraid most people didn’t know how to handle Ronan. What he meant by this was that he was worried that one day someone would fall on Ronan and cut themselves.

He was the boy with the most beautifully interesting car, and the most savagely handsome of friends, Ronan Lynch.

As Adam stared at his lap, penitent, he mused that there was something musical about Ronan when he swore, a careful and loving precision to the way he fit the words together, a black-painted poetry.

and of course by the end of the book, adam decides to file a lawsuit against his father, at huge personal cost, to protect ronan. i don’t think it’s a stretch to say this is something that irrefutably changed the nature of their relationship. book two: ronan’s feelings become obvious to us as readers, as most of this book focuses on ronan’s pov. but adam figures out ronan paid for his rent and his reaction is what i find the most interesting:

Adam looked up at Ronan. “I know it was you,” he said. “I figured it out. The rent.”
He held Ronan’s gaze for just a moment longer, until something inside Ronan unwound and he almost said something.

i’ll admit, at the end of tdt i wouldn’t at all have been convinced adam was developing feelings for ronan, although the opposite was definitely true. but then, bam, we were hit with bllb. and that’s where imo all the evidence is that adam’s disposition towards ronan is changing, and not just in a platonic way.

okay now onto the fun stuff. like i mentioned, maggie’s writing is all about hiding things in the spaces between her words, so when i say i think adam is developing feelings for ronan it’s all about the subtext. and you can feel free to disagree with me, a lot of people do – i’m pretty sure there’s tons of people in the fandom who don’t ship, and even hate, pynch. but i just can’t read these bllb quotes which are specifically from adam’s perspective without seeing that transformative process at work, seeing ronan come more sharply into view as a fully fleshed person for adam (who’s never bothered, or never had the opportunity, to read ronan on such a deep level before), and seeing adam be taken aback by his new perspective, in such a way that indicates that a) the surprise is not an unwelcome one and that subsequently b) adam wants to know ronan more, to know him better. you’ll notice the poetic descriptions of ronan from trb are back, but with a vengeance – now it’s not just ronan’s magic that adam considers with awe and borderline reverence, but ronan himself.

The cow’s pulse had accelerated fractionally. Again, he imagined Ronan here on his own, so hopeful for a change that he would have noted such a subtle difference. It was far more dedication than he thought Ronan Lynch capable of.

Adam felt the truth of it. This awful and impossible and lovely object was what a dream was when it had nothing to inhabit. Who was this person who could dream a dream into a concrete shape? No wonder Aglionby bored Ronan.

Light, or something like light, reflected off it onto Ronan’s chin and cheeks, rendering him stark and handsome and terrifying and someone else. Then he blew on it. His breath passed through the word, the mirror, the unwritten line.
Adam heard a whisper in his ear. Something moved and stirred inside him. Ronan’s eyelashes fluttered darkly. 
(also maggie literally says that adam thinks ronan has nice eyelashes lmao which i think about a LOT in relation to this scene)

“A lot,” Ronan translated, and he was right, because, strangely enough, Ronan knew a great deal about how Adam worked. It was possible Adam had always been aware of this but had preferred to consider himself – particularly the more unsightly parts of himself – impenetrable. 

Adam finally sat down on one of the pews. Laying his cheek against the smooth back of it, he looked at Ronan. Strangely enough, Ronan belonged here, too, just as he had at the Barns. This noisy, lush religion had created him just as much as his father’s world of dreams; it seemed impossible for all of Ronan to exist in one person. Adam was beginning to realize that he hadn’t known Ronan at all. Or rather, he had known part of him and assumed it was all of him.

It should have been impossible. No one should have been able to dream any of these thing, much less all of them. But Adam had seen what Ronan could do. He’d read the dreamt will and ridden in the dreamt Camaro and been terrified by the dreamt night terror.
It was possible that there were two gods in this church.

Ronan crouched by the pew again, studying the list, his fingers running idly over his stubble as he thought. When he wasn’t trying to look like an asshole, his face looked very different, and for a tilting moment, Adam felt the startling inequality of their relationship: Ronan knew Adam, but Adam wasn’t sure he knew Ronan, after all.

Adam retreated to sit beside Mary as Ronan stretched out on the pew, rubbing out the dingy plan with the legs of his jeans. Something about his stillness on the pew and the funereal quality of the light reminded Adam of the effigy of Glendower they’d seen at the tomb. A king, sleeping. Adam couldn’t imagine, though, the strange, wild kingdom that Ronan might rule.
“Stop watching me,” Ronan said, though his eyes were closed.

What an impossible and miraculous and hideous thing this was. An ugly plan hatched by an ugly boy now dreamt into ugly life. From dream to reality. How appropriate it was that Ronan, left to his own devices, manifested beautiful cars and beautiful birds and tenderhearted brothers, while Adam, when given the power, manifested a filthy string of perverse murders.

“Democracy’s a farce,” Ronan said, and Adam smirked, a private, small thing that was inherently exclusionary. An expression, in fact, that he could’ve very well learned from Ronan.

He hadn’t stopped being thankful for his body. Hello, Adam Parrish’s formerly chapped hands, I’m happy to have you.

and then there’s a whole lot of other, possibly even more subtle things threaded through the series that build upon this relationship in a really complex and nuanced way, and highlight how ronan has always affected adam on an intensely deep level even if he never consciously acknowledges it or recognises it for what it is – for example, adam deciding to go to aglionby in part bc of that rich boy with the shaved head in the supermarket that he sees in his mind as ronan, or how he uses the word “lonesome” to refer to both himself and ronan (he thinks it over and over again about ronan in chapter 20 of bllb), emphasising this connection between the two of them that even gansey, cabeswater and the rest of the gang notice in that book. these aspects, unlike adam’s feelings for ronan, are easier to highlight and point to: “looking like a pair of horror movie twins”, how adam and ronan keep saying the same things at the same time and then exchanging wry glances, blue noticing them disappearing all the time together, gansey noticing ronan had not been afraid for adam when the scaffolding fell on him at aglionby bc he knew cabeswater would save him, etc. etc.

looking at all these elements separately, sure, i see how you could say there’s no evidence to support adam’s feelings for ronan. but add everything up, step back and look at the bigger picture? i really do believe adam is starting to reciprocate a romantic attachment. i’m not convinced he’s aware of it, but i do think the foundation is there. that’s the thing with maggie’s writing, it demands you to work for it, to look beyond what’s being said on the page and see a deeper conclusion. and every time i reread the series i’m more and more convinced that an important part of adam’s story that is being told is the evolution of his relationship with ronan and how his own feelings are transforming from platonic regard to something more. 

tl;dr – this text post sums it up pretty well:

adam parrish in the raven boys: ronan is an annoying pest and i only put up with him for gansey’s sake

adam parrish in blue lily lily blue: ronan is an actual God

lmao again this is all just my opinion so if you still don’t see it, that’s okay! some ships just don’t resonate with some people, no matter how canonical they are or aren’t. but i’ll leave you with what maggie herself says, which is that ronan has hope adam feels the same. so at this point, seeing as pynch is one of my biggest ever otps, i’m just keeping my fingers crossed that ronan is right :’)))

April 5, 2014: Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing, Margaret Atwood

Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing
Margaret Atwood   

The world is full of women
who’d tell me I should be ashamed of myself
if they had the chance. Quit dancing.
Get some self-respect
and a day job.
Right. And minimum wage,
and varicose veins, just standing
in one place for eight hours
behind a glass counter
bundled up to the neck, instead of
naked as a meat sandwich.
Selling gloves, or something.
Instead of what I do sell.
You have to have talent
to peddle a thing so nebulous
and without material form.
Exploited, they’d say. Yes, any way
you cut it, but I’ve a choice
of how, and I’ll take the money.

I do give value.
Like preachers, I sell vision,
like perfume ads, desire
or its facsimile. Like jokes
or war, it’s all in the timing.
I sell men back their worse suspicions:
that everything’s for sale,
and piecemeal. They gaze at me and see
a chain-saw murder just before it happens,
when thigh, ass, inkblot, crevice, tit, and nipple
are still connected.
Such hatred leaps in them,
my beery worshippers! That, or a bleary
hopeless love. Seeing the rows of heads
and upturned eyes, imploring
but ready to snap at my ankles,
I understand floods and earthquakes, and the urge
to step on ants. I keep the beat,
and dance for them because
they can’t. The music smells like foxes,
crisp as heated metal
searing the nostrils
or humid as August, hazy and languorous
as a looted city the day after,
when all the rape’s been done
already, and the killing,
and the survivors wander around
looking for garbage
to eat, and there’s only a bleak exhaustion.
Speaking of which, it’s the smiling
tires me out the most.
This, and the pretence
that I can’t hear them.
And I can’t, because I’m after all
a foreigner to them.
The speech here is all warty gutturals,
obvious as a slab of ham,
but I come from the province of the gods
where meanings are lilting and oblique.
I don’t let on to everyone,
but lean close, and I’ll whisper:
My mother was raped by a holy swan.
You believe that? You can take me out to dinner.
That’s what we tell all the husbands.
There sure are a lot of dangerous birds around.

Not that anyone here
but you would understand.
The rest of them would like to watch me
and feel nothing. Reduce me to components
as in a clock factory or abattoir.
Crush out the mystery.
Wall me up alive
in my own body.
They’d like to see through me,
but nothing is more opaque
than absolute transparency.
Look–my feet don’t hit the marble!
Like breath or a balloon, I’m rising,
I hover six inches in the air
in my blazing swan-egg of light.
You think I’m not a goddess?
Try me.
This is a torch song.
Touch me and you’ll burn.

Also by Margaret Atwood: February  |  Manet’s OlympiaA Sad ChildHabitation

On this day in:

2013: Anniversary, Cecilia Woloch
2012: Poem for Jack Spicer, Matthew Zapruder
2011: Now comes the long blue cold, Mary Oliver
2010: Jackie Robinson, Lucille Clifton
2009: In the Nursing Home, Jane Kenyon
2008: To the Couple Lingering on the Doorstep, Deborah Landau
2007: White Apples, Donald Hall
2006: Late Confession, Gary Soto
2005: Steps, Frank O’Hara