i don't think this as good as the first but whatever

Ok that last post got me fired up so we’re gonna have a quick chat about queer history and respecting your elders.

Nothing makes me more angry then when I see some 14 or 15 year old kids try to talk over queer elders and tell them what they can and cannot say about themselves and about their community. 

The queer community has a long, painful, and constantly evolving history. From things like early lesbian couples and Boston Marriages to Stonewall to the AIDS crisis, a lot of shit has happened, a lot of identities have existed and a lot of words have been used. 

Remember that if you’re young right now, you grew up in a time completely different than that of queer elders. You didn’t live through this stuff but you’re coming into it and you’re expecting to bend it to your own thoughts and needs. And that’s ok, you’re allowed to want to better your community and you’re allowed to change things where you see problems.

The problem arises when you haven’t done your research. When you come into the community with no background in it and try to change things. When you don’t know what happened in the past, but you think it should change or you think you know how to change it. 

So story time.

I live in a very liberal dorm. A very queer liberal dorm. And each semester we have guests come speak to us about whatever they do. A couple semesters ago we had Kate Bornstein come speak to us. For anyone who doesn’t know, ze is a trans author. A much older trans author. And the entire trans club at my school decided to attend hir talk. An email was sent out by the LGBTQ resource center beforehand explaining that if people chose to attend the event, they should be aware that ze was older and probably had differing views and to take it with a grain of salt.

So I attended the talk and first of all Kate is the loveliest human. Just very sweet and ze really wants to help queer youth. But, yes, ze is a little different than say a trans 15 year old. Ze explained how ze likes to use the word tr*nny. Why? Because when ze was figuring hirself out ze found a group of other trans people who referred to themselves that way and it felt like a family. Tr*nny became a family word. However, people in the audience immediately started questioning her on this. And being rude about it. 

So my takeaways from this are essentially that this was carried out horribly. First of all, I find it cringe worthy that the trans club felt the need to tell us to “take it with a grain of salt” and I found it cringe worthy that these kids fought a trans elder on zir own life story. 

Why? because this wasn’t a lesson in being queer now. This was a lesson in queer history. This was a person talking about what it meant to be queer in the past and educating us on where our community came from. And that’s important.

You don’t get to tell queer elders who they are. They know who they are and what they’ve been through far more than you do. You need to sit down and learn your history before you try to tell a queer elder what it means to be queer and what words they can and cannot use. Because you know damn well that if anyone tried to take your words away from you it would hurt. 

TL;DR: the queer community has a history, please learn it before you try to shit on it

If you need educating, please read And the Band Played On by Randy Shilts and Odd Girls and Twlight Lovers by Lillian Faderman. They’re a good start, but there’s always more to learn, please don’t stop.

The Guest House

Originally posted by beui


Description: Yoongi the hostel owner slowly develops a rapport with a girl and her friends that keep visiting.  Maybe a bit of a flirtatious one.  Maybe even a little crush.  One night he gets protective on a date gone bad and it leads to smut.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut (M)

Word Count: 7.1k

A/N: So, basically, this is based off an experience I had last week. Not the smut part (ughhhhh), but the whole hostel owner coming to save the day when this dude just wouldn’t get the hint and leave. I relayed the experience to @ellieljade , because I needed her to die with me, and we both decided it should be used for smut fuel. Like grown adults. 

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anonymous asked:

hey so i just saw a post that said steven universe is the worst kind of show because it's full of faux progression. it's supposed to have positive female and race representation, but the gems don't actually have any gender or race. and it's supposed to have positive lgbt representation, but there's only one canon healthy gay couple and they're rarely seen on-screen. what are your thoughts about this?

i feel like that kind of statement neglects both the crew’s intentions - which is to bring representation to cartoons - and how representation works. if thousands of girls see themselves, and feel like it’s ok to love like pearl, ruby and sapphire do, then a never-mentioned-in-show ‘technicality’ isn’t gonna stop that. if black girls find a role model in garnet, the gems being aliens isn’t gonna stop that. i don’t think the sci-fi angle ruins representation, and i feel the agender argument is often brought up to like… “de-gay” the show, which is ridiculous both because of the amount of gay non-binary people out there, and because the gems i mentioned have only shown attraction to other gems (/human women, counting mystery s).

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like… this isn’t subtle, debatable or baiting. it’s not trying to score “points” with anyone. it just exists, naturally, as a form of love in the show. and remember that steven universe isn’t a romance - it’s a kids show. there’s probably never gonna be a couple we see every episode. 

in the same vein, i feel rose quartz, lars and sadie are interesting, nuanced characters who are probably bisexual (especially rose, like… her interactions with pearl. all of rainbow quartz. crew statements. “both of you”). we have mr smiley and mr frowney, if you want confirmed gay human characters. if indian girls see themselves in connie, that’s representation. if kids feel like it’s ok to be neither a boy or girl, like stevonnie, that’s an amazing step forward too. it’s interesting to hear ruby and sapphire are “rarely” shown onscreen, considering how many complaints i’ve heard that we see them “too much” compared to garnet, and that their episodes focus “too much” on their relationship.

regardless, the representation is completely intentional. rebecca sugar is cartoon network’s first female show creator, and openly bisexual herself. plenty of the crew are non-white and non-straight, and they care deeply about creating more diverse cartoons. the crew have talked about this many times. they’ve been transparent about rupphire and pearlrose being canon. matt burnett said on stevonnie, after seeing how much they meant to people, that he now wants to include them in more episodes - this was way back in the day, and he’s since made good on that. they’ve also been clear they don’t want to take representation from anyone: it’s ok to think of gems as a “one-gender race”, and it’s ok to think of them as girls - they call each other girls, after all. 

you can argue about how those characters are portrayed, or how a certain issue is tackled, of course… but you cannot deny that the intention is there. the show’s representation in a mainstream cartoon is trailblazing in many ways, and no matter if you’ve suddenly decided su sucks because of whatever other reason, we should really give some credit where due. 

anonymous asked:

Can i request the RFA+ minor duo going Victoria secret shopping with MC? And don't stress yourself too much over Requests love~ take all the time you need :)

~Oooooh, yes. LOL! Thank you so much for the request and thank you for the kind words. I appreciate it so much! 


◉ Yoosung 

  • He’s a stuttering and fumbling mess the entire time 
  • Doesn’t have the courage to touch anything 
  • Feels extremely awkward seeing all the other customers grabbing items, and thinks he should try to avert his gaze 
  • He TRIES to keep his eyes on the floor
  • Every time he looks around he is imagining you in the outfits 
    • “Yoosung, what do you think of this?” you hold up lingerie with pink frills 
  • He almost has a heart attack 
  • So many images in his mind 
    • “IT’S P-PERFECT”
    • Shh, you don’t have to yell” you laugh 
  • He can’t control the volume of his voice 
  • Talking to himself in his head, telling himself to clam down
  • He liked the area where theres beauty products and lotions/perfumes 
    • “Oh, this smells nice MC! Want me to get it for you?” 

◉ Jumin 

  • He’s rather un-phased
  • To be honest, he finds lingerie rather unnecessary
    • “Are you sure you want to buy this? I’m just going to be taking it off of you…”
    • “I’m not just here for lingerie, Jumin. I need new bras and panties as well,” you shake your head 
  • He’s very opinionated 
    • “That looks cheap.” “I don’t like that color.” 
  • He’s not doing it to be an ass, he’s just used to speaking his mind 
  • Wants you to look good, and tells you to get whatever you want
    • “Sweat pants?”
    • “They have really comfy ones…” you say shyly 
    • “You’re so cute,” he adds them to your basket 

◉ Zen 

  • He’s screaming internally 
    • YAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!
  • He’s READY for this 
  • At first he thinks you’re going to stick to the normal bra and panty sets
  • Maybe you’ll be adventurous and go for some lace 
  • But you hold up a lingerie set with cut outs and strings and bow and-
  • He almost has a nose bleed 
    • “B-Babe! Careful! Another guy might see!!!” 
  • He grabs it from your hands 
    • “There are only girls around right now, relax!” 
  • He wants to pay for it and drag you home as fast as possible 
  • He’s spacing out
  • Imagining coming home to you in the lingerie, you’re in the kitchen cooking for him 
    • ~~~Welcome home, Zenny!~~~
    • “ZEN!” 
  • His daydream is interrupted by your nudging his ribs 
    • “Let’s go, I paid already,” you laugh 
  • Gladly 

◉ Jaehee 

  • Finally!
  • She needed some new underwear as well 
  • You guys spend over an hour looking at everything 
  • And stocking up on your favorite lotions 
  • Jaehee has some extremely pretty bras 
  • You guys even got matching ones! 
  • She is sorting everything in your basket out when she pulls up a black silk nighty 
    • “Wh-What’s this?!” 
    • “Darn it! I…snuck it in. I was going to surprise you tonight…”
  • Her cheeks turned bright red 
    • “Oh! O-Okay!” 
  • She fumbled around to put everything on the counter 
  • Inside, she couldn’t help but be excited to see you wearing that later that night 

◉ Saeyoung 

  • He’s making jokes to cover his embarrassment 
    • “Do you think this would look good on me?” he hold up a bra to his chest 
    • “Can you be serious once in your life?” 
  • You both laugh 
  • He’s surprisingly good at telling you his opinion on what he wants to see you in ?
    • He’s actually picking things that are a little more risqué than you had ever thought he would be in to 
      • “What? I am a guy, after all…”
    • Asks if he can come into the changing room with you 
      • “No!”
      • “It was only a joke, calm down,” he pokes your cheek and waits patiently while you try a few items on 
    • Super giddy when you finally pay and head home 
      • “So if you are dressing up tonight…does that mean I can, too?”
      •  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

    ◉ V

    • Of course he is super calm about it 
    • Doesn’t like the perfume section though
    • The smells are too overwhelming for him 
    • He wishes he could help pick things out, but he can barely make out the colors of the fabrics 
    • He tries nonetheless 
    • Just smiling the whole time 
    • Choosing things by feel 
      • “This silk is nice, don’t you think? This would feel nice on you…”
    • He does get a blush on his cheeks every now and then and you’re glad he can’t see your staring as you hold back a giggle 
    • A couple times he ended up showing an item to a mannequin 
      • “…Do you not like it?” 
      • “V!…I’m over here…” -_-;;;

    ◉ Saeran 

    • No way!
      • You’re not dragging me into that damn store!!!!”
        • [2 hours later]
    • He stand with his arms crossed, grumbling in the store 
    • Silent as ever as you look through all of the items 
      • “Stop pouting and help me choose!”
      • “No.”
    • The only thing getting him through this is the promise of ice cream and pretzels from the food court 
    • He keeps scowling in response to your random laughs 
    • He doesn’t know, but his cheeks have been slightly pink since you walked in 
    • Eyes went wide when you picked up a particular black and pink lingerie set 
    • But he immediately looked away and pretended to not be interested 
    • Breathed a sigh of relief when you finally paid and started to head out 
      • “Ya know, you could have helped me out a bit more with choosing things back there…”
      • “Why do you need me anyway? You could have picked anything in there and it would look good on you”
    • You squeezed his hand at his response and he realized what he said 
      • “Oh, shut up,” he could feel you smiling at him, “come on. I’m starving. You said I get food.” 

    anonymous asked:

    PROMPT: D & P somehow get into a debate over who is kinkier in bed. Phil says something like 'Just because you have 5 vibrators doesn't make you more kinky. And yes. I know you have them. I hear the buzzing at two am bc I'm a heavy sleeper but you don't know how to be quiet' then cue rough sex

    Warning!! Smut: Top! Phil, daddy kink, degradation, dirty talk, vocal Dan, bantz, dom! Phil, coming untouched (twice), coming in pants (once), etc.


    ~Thinking about it, Dan was almost positive him and Phil had rarely ever had a proper, real argument. It was usually about silly things when they did; anime, editing, memes, etc. Then when they did have an actual fight, it always resulted in them both crying and saying sorry. This time it was different, this wasn’t a real argument, this was leading into territory that hadn’t ever really gone too before.

    ~Dan and Phil had been joking around, sat in their lounge talking mindlessly about something, tossing back and forth a small bouncy ball they found and laughing. Dan was a lousy throw, missed, and hit Phil in the eye. To which, Phil replied with, “Kinky.”

    ~Dan snorted slightly and shrugged. “Nah kinky would be if I had called you daddy and threw it at you acting like a pissed off toddler.” He said pointedly, catching the ball and throwing it back. “I guess you’re right. I guess you aren’t as kinky as me then.” He said mostly to joke, throwing the ball back before seeing Dan raise an eyebrow.

    ~Dan gave him a questioning look, shaking his head before throwing the ball back to him. “Yeah I highly doubt that you’re kinkier than me, Lester.” He challenged, to which Phil smirked in response. “Just because you have like five vibrators doesn’t mean you’re kinkier than me.”

    ~Dan felt his ears turn red, looking away and blushing, not commenting back. “Yes I know you have them. I’m no idiot, I can hear the buzzing at like two AM. Or at least I would be able too if you knew how to stay quiet.” He chuckled softly, seeing Dan turn even more red.

    ~Dan finally looked up, shrugging. “I’ve always been vocal. I just figured you’d be asleep by then..” He trailed off, looking away again and blushing once more. “Dan, I’ve been your best friend for years and you still don’t know I’m never asleep at 2 am?” Phil laughed softly.

    ~Dan shrugged again, trying to brush it all off and play it cool. “I’m still kinkier than you fuck off.” He attempted to change the subject. “I don’t believe that for a second. Just because you moan like  bitch in heat doesn’t mean you’re kinky, or good in bed.” He smirked.

    ~Dan gave him an offended look, glaring a bit. “Shut up!” He threw a pillow at him from the couch. “Im plenty good in bed, and far kinkier than you could even dream of being.” He said, to which Phil instant denied. “Yeah no. I would ask for proof, but I don’t feel like being disappointed.” He teased, knowing Dan would get more riled up the more he went on like this.

    ~Phil chuckled deeply when Dan didn’t reply. “I guess I’m right. Dan Howell isn’t kinkier than me, and he’s shit in bed.” He declared, mostly to himself, seeing Dan’s face turn red from a mixture of anger and embarrassment. “I’m great in bed. Maybe you’re the one who sucks in bed, that’s why you’re harping on me so much.” He accused, seeing Phil raise an eyebrow at him.

    ~Phil brushed off the accusation, leaning back on the couch and putting his hands behind his head. “Sorry, I don’t get affected by very wrong accusations like you.” He hummed. “Are you saying yours against me was false then?” Dan smirked. “No I still think you suck in bed.” Phil laughed, looking over at him with that damn smirk still plastered on his face.

    ~Dan huffed and crossed his arms, glaring at him. “And what makes you think you’re so damn good in bed?” He asked. “Mhm?”

    ~Phil laughed, giving him a small shrug and closing his eyes. “I’d bet money I could make you cum untouched before i was even close.” He said casually. “Hell, I’d bet money I could have you begging me for it within 10 minutes.”

    ~Dan chuckled sarcastically. “Yeah right. You couldn’t get into my pants even if you took me to dinner and a movie first.” He snorted.

    ~Phil looked over at him once more, pushing his hair off his face and sitting up, chuckling deeply. “You say that because you know it’s true. You know easily I could have you begging for my cock, whimpering and whining for me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk the next day.”

    ~Dan swallowed visibly at his words, trying to push them away and shaking his head. “Oh whatever.” He denied. “Don’t lie to yourself Danny. I know damn well you want me. All those cries of my name and daddy over and over again in the middle of the night. You always sound so pretty, almost like you’re purposely putting on a show knowing I’m awake. I bet you look even better.”

    ~Dan was blushing furiously again, shaking his head but not speaking. “Awe..” Phil smirked, moving a hand on Dan’s thigh and squeezing gently. “Getting all worked up, Dan?” He cooed, leaning over and biting his earlobe gently. “Thinking about how nicely I’d stretch you open, how much better it’d be than all your toys, having me fucking into you, holding you down and marking up your neck and chest, making you my property?” He hummed.

    ~Dan didn’t even try to shake his head in denial, letting a small whimper pass his lips as Phil spoke. He felt himself being pushed back, Phil crawling between his legs in a swift motion and ghosting his lips over Dan’s neck. “You’d like that wouldn’t you baby? My thick cock ruining your pretty hole, teeth sinking into your neck and leaving dark bruises, my cum filling you up nicely..” He started placing small kisses down Dan’s neck.

    ~Phil moved down the side of his neck, kissing gently, occasionally taking the smooth skin between his teeth and nipping quickly. Dan was squirming under him, quickly becoming a mess. “Fuck..Phil..” Dan whimpered out, hands gripping the older male’s shirt tightly. “What baby boy?” Phil smirked gently.

    ~Dan whimpered loudly, his head thrown back as Phil bit down roughly and sucked a few proper marks against his throat. “Fuck me!” He cried out without thinking, gasping when Phil’s lips detached from his beck and moved to his mouth.

    ~Phil kissed him for a while, his hands moving under his shirt and rubbing circles into his hip bones. Dan was whimpering into his mouth, kissing back messily as he wiggled under him. “Please Phil.” He whined when Phil pulled back from the kiss, watching the older male tug off his shirt quickly. Dan did the same, looking at him with desperate eyes.

    ~Phil chuckled and leaned back down, feeling Dan’s hands fumbling with his belt, the metal clinking and Dan’s moaning the only sound in the room. Dan’s hands moved back, his arms around Phil and his nails dragging down his back once Phil started grinding into him, hips rutting together roughly.

    ~Dan was coming undone too soon, he felt like a horny teenager all over again as Phil’s hips rolled into his own, the friction of his jeans and boxers against the head of his cock almost enough to send him over the edge already, just needing a little more. He moaned loudly, feeling Phil nip his bottom lip and tug it back, attacking his mouth again for another heated kiss.

    ~Phil moved his hand down quickly, starting to palm Dan through his jeans firmly. Dan was getting louder, his moans and whimpers bouncing off the walls and drowning out all other sound. He cried out, starting to cum hard, blushing a deep red as he did.

    ~Phil chuckled softly, smirking. “I guess I was wrong..” He hummed. “About..?” Dan panted slightly, feeling Phil’s hips still pressing into his own. “You are good in bed. So far.” He smirked, his lips reattaching to Dan’s quickly, his hips still rolling into his.

    ~Dan didn’t take long to get hard again, Phil having some surreal effect on his libido he had never seen before, not that he was complaining. He felt Phil’s fingers hook under his jeans, tugging them down with force until they were on the ground.

    ~Phil did the same, slowly stripping with him until there was a pile on the ground of all their clothes. Phil reached down, wrapping his hand around the younger male’s cock and starting to stroke slowly, his thumb rubbing over the tip and over his slit repeatedly, Dan bucking his hips up in response each time, desperate for the touch.

    ~Dan wasn’t quiet, he never was, but in the sexual aspect he was a vocal guy. He liked to moan, he liked to put on a show for whoever was fucking him, and Phil would be lying if he said it wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life. “Should we go to the bed?” Dan asked between kissing, whining and pouting when he felt Phil’s hand pull away from his aching cock.

    ~Phil gripped his ass, pulling him into his lap and lifting him up with surprising ease, carrying him to the bedroom with his lips attached to his neck. Dan felt his back hit the bed, Phil between his legs again and his hand fumbling to the side for his top drawer, finding the small blue bottle of lube and handing it to Phil.

    ~Phil chuckled, popping the cap and pouring a thick layer over three of his fingers, moving his hand between Dan’s legs and circling his rim. Dan shivered, his thighs shaking in anticipation before letting out a loud, strained moan when Phil slipped two fingers into him with ease.

    ~Phil worked his fingers in and out of the whimpering, writhing man under him, curling them slowly to try and find his spot. He smirked, hearing Dan cry out, his back arching off the mattress once he found it. He added a third digit, scissoring his fingers slowly for a moment before deciding he was stretched enough, spending a few moments rubbing against Dan’s prostate.

    ~Dan was whining at the top of his lungs, breathless, covered in a thin layer of sweat and his hair curling against his forehead as he was worked open. Phil was in awe, drinking in the sight and sound of Dan. “You sound so good baby..such a slut for me already.” He breathed, pulling his fingers out slowly.

    ~Dan whimpered, his legs wrapping around Phil’s hips and trying to pull him closer. Phil chuckled, smacking his thigh as a warning. “Don’t be a greedy slut or I’ll leave you here with a vibrator in as punishment. I could get off on my own, come back later when I’, ready to use your hole for my pleasure, just leave you hear unable to cum with a toy against your spot for a few hours.” He threatened, watching Dan shake his head.

    ~Phil chuckled softly, smirking. “That’s what I thought baby..” he said, stroking over himself and coating his length with the leftover lube, moaning lowly. He positioned at his entrance, pushing in his tip before pulling out, smirking when Dan whined and started clenching around nothing, his head thrashing back in frustration. “Beg.” Phil smirked.

    ~Dan pouted, looking up at him and whining loudly, no longer caring. “Please daddy just fuck me! I’ve been so good, I’ve been such a good slut for you. Please just fuck me, use me, ruin me, make me yours.” He begged, gasping and arching his back when he felt Phil push in suddenly.

    ~Dan’s whole body shook, feeling more full than ever, his hands grasping at nothing for something, anything to grip as Phil started to fuck him quickly, barely giving him time to adjust. It hurt, but in all the best ays. The burning, Phil hitting his prostate dead on over and over again as if he had done this a thousand times, his nails digging into Dan;s hips as he gripped them for leverage. Dan was in bliss, tears in the corner of his eyes from the intense pleasure.

    ~Phil was breathless, thrusting harder and harder into Dan, their hips slamming together each time he pushed back in. Dan was unbelievably tight, warm, swallowing his cock perfectly, screaming his name. He felt Dan move up, his arms around him again and his nails dragging down his back probably hard enough to draw blood.

    ~Phil groaned loudly, trying to keep quiet and enjoy the beautiful noises pouring from Dan’s swollen and pink parted lips. “God fucking dammit..” Phil muttered, leaning down and resting his forehead against Dan’s as he thrusted hard. “You’re so good baby..so good for me. Taking my cock like you were made too, all these pretty moans and curses all for me.”

    ~Dan nodded, rocking his hips into him as he was slammed into over and over again. “All for you daddy fuck!” He was almost screaming, unable to stay quiet for more than a moment, the build of his orgasm tightening in his stomach. Only a few short moments later he was coming again, white ribbons along both of their chests, loud shouts of Phil’s name and various obscenities pouring from his mouth at high enough volume he was sure everyone on their floor could hear him, but he didn’t care.

    ~Phil started breathing heavy, Dan tightening around him as he came for the second time that night, the feeling sending him over the edge. His thrusts became less rhythmic as he grew closer, Dan clenching tightly around him until he came himself, deep inside the younger male, gasping and groaning, his hips moving erratically as he rode out his orgasm.

    ~Phil collapsed onto him, rolling over and pulling out, hearing Dan whimper quietly as his cum dripped out of him slightly. Dan moved over to lean on him, looking at him and smiling a little. “Wanna nap and then we’ll talk about this?” He offered, seeing Phil nod before they both passed out. 



    A/N: Can I just with the fact that I still always listen to Often by The Weeknd whenever I write lmao. This is 2.3 k, so t’s seriously official, I can’t write a short hc. 

    tangled-headphone-cord  asked:

    I don't understand why it's wrong to befriend wild animals, especially if one lives alone/far from human settlements ( like those wildlife rehab places where workers bond with the animals) so it's not like the animal endangers itself just by coming there, I often see brought up that the animals would lose fear of humans in general, but.. one, is that really a problem if they're in a reserve anyway? Two, how come it would work like that? I thought wild animals are way less trusting (part 1)

    compared to domesticated animals. And from my experience with dogs - I have a dog who acts like a playful puppy with my family, I’m pretty certain would never hurt us on purpose but barks at strangers and even on walks will let out a serious growl if they get too close, tolerates the dog she grew up with and plays with her daughter but is pretty aggressive with other dogs. Do wild animals not make that “everyone who wants my trust needs to earn it individually” distinction?

    (This is going to be a fairly passionate response. I’m not trying to be a jerk, OP, I just have a lot of feelings on this). 

    Let’s start with the first thing that jumps out at me here: your use of the word “befriend”. Not “interact with”, not “feed”, not “pet”. “Befriend”.  You’re looking for not just interaction, but an affiliative type of contact that hits a specific emotional state of being seen and recognized as important. Which leads to an immediate question of: this is a wild animal. Why do you think it wants to be your friend? Why do you think an animal that is not domesticated, not tame, that lives in a kill-or-be-killed harsh natural environment would find it worthwhile out to take time out of survival to have a mutually reciprocal relationship with a hairless primate? Why do you assume a wild animal is capable of that sort of friendship? 

    I have a lot of complicated feelings about this whole question, but it comes down to the fact that humans to have decided that we deserve the friendship and affiliative interaction of every single living thing on earth and that it is okay for us to completely modify an animal’s life to gain it. I fundamentally disagree with that assumption. Animals are not here for us. Wildlife is not here for us. We don’t have the right to stick our noses into the lives of animals simply because we get warm fuzzy feelings from getting close to them (and somehow not getting our faces ripped off as we rightly deserve most of the time for trying). Half the species we try to expect affiliative interaction from are solitary predators, and many others aren’t species even capable of affiliative social interaction. Biophilia - the innate need to empathize with non-humans animals - is one thing, and that’s all well and good, but we don’t need to interact with or touch everything to fulfill it; that comes out of a weird modern mental complex that since the world was made for humans, it is ethical for humans to do whatever the hell we like with and to it, and that since humans are inherently above/better than/different from animals our jurisdiction over the universe also extends to their lives. I do not think we are outside the natural order - I do not think we have the right to insert ourselves into the lives of wild animals simply for our personal pleasure. 

    Why? Our “friendship” with wildlife gets wildlife killed, in the long run, almost every single time. Human influence on an animal’s life majorly changes their behavior, their space use, their survival strategies, and their ability to actually act like an animal. None of this is good for survival. 

    Animals habituated to humans as a source of resources stay near human habitats, and are not only at a higher risk of being hurt by people or cars but are also at a higher risk of being euthanized for being pests. Animals that consider people save still have fight-or-flight instincts and will lash out at well intentioned humans when cornered and will get euthanized for being dangerous, if not because they actually bit someone and have to be tested for rabies. Animals used to eating human food will often choose to search for human refuse above normal foraging behavior, and some animals fed too much human food will forever have the microbiome of their guts changed and may starve to death once human food is no longer available since they can’t digest their normal forage anymore. Some animals brought up in close contact with humans will seek out their company over those of conspecifics, and never mate, or never learn how to hunt and feed themselves if the humans move on. 

    You asked why this is a problem for people who are far from population centers, or animals that are with rehabbers or on preserves. For the latter, ethical wildlife rehabbers and people who run preserves have made a commitment to keep animals wild. To do their jobs correctly, they should want the animals to never want to be around them again, because they are attempting to preserve nature - not make friends. People who try to “bond” with animals they’re rehabbing are selfishly fulfilling their biophilic urges with behavior that has been proven to decrease the survival rates of the animals it is their supposed duty to help survive. 

    To the former - why, say, if you live in a cabin in the middle of nowhere that you have to parachute in to and then hike thirty miles to get to, you shouldn’t feed the bears or raise squirrels to snuggle you - aside from all the ways that human influence lowers survival rates without necessarily needing human presence to persist, I will refer to the idea that humans do not inherently deserve animal friendship. In fact, they do much better when we just leave them the hell alone. 

    What people love about animals is their wildness, their difference from us. We can engage in our biophilic urges to love them for being wild from a distance if we want to keep them the things we love - we devalue what they are when we try to force on them the idea that they should love us back. 

    (Also, have you met a wild animal? They’re not nice. Those stories you see on social media about people befriending wildlife are so massively misportrayed and overstated that you’d think it happens daily, but most cases actually involve people getting hurt or scared out of their wits. So if you want to try to befriend animals. you need to be okay with the fact that most of them will be completely in the right to want to maul you for trying, because that’s what makes them wild). 

    The Signs As Jack Handey Quotes
    • Aries: "After I die, wherever my spirit goes, I'm going to try to get back and visit my skeleton at least once a year, because, "Hey, old buddy, how's it going?""
    • Taurus: “The tiger can't change his spots. No, wait, he did! Good for him!”
    • Gemini: “Sometimes I wonder if I'm patriotic enough. Yes, I want to kill people, but on both sides.”
    • Cancer: “I hope if dogs ever take over the world, and they chose a king, they don’t just go by size, because I bet there are some Chihuahuas with some good ideas.”
    • Leo: "I wish outer-space guys would conquer Earth and make people their pets, because I'd like to have one of those little basket-beds with my name on it."
    • Virgo: "Just as bees will swarm about to protect their nest, so will I "swarm about" to protect my nest of chocolate eggs."
    • Libra: “I think a good novel would be where a bunch of men on a ship are looking for a whale. They look and look, but you know what? They never find him. And you know why they never find him? It doesn’t say. The book leaves it up to you, the reader, to decide. Then, at the very end, there’s a page you can lick and it tastes like Kool-Aid.”
    • Scorpio: "The first thing was, I learned to forgive myself. Then, I told myself, "Go ahead and do whatever you want, it's okay by me.""
    • Sagittarius: "You can't tell me that cowboys, when they're branding cattle, don't sort of "accidentally" brand each other every once in a while. It's their way of letting off stress."
    • Capricorn: "I guess the hard thing for a lot of people to accept is why God would allow me to go running through their yards, yelling and spinning around."
    • Aquarius: “We tend to scoff at the beliefs of the ancients. But we can’t scoff at them personally, to their faces, and this is what annoys me.”
    • Pisces: "Instead of putting a quarter under a kid's pillow, how about a pinecone? That way, he learns that "wishing" isn't going to save our national forests."
    The Only Exception (Part 3)

    Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

    Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

    Word Count: 3,523

    Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, hot firemen, sarcasm, cynicism, bad jokes, drinking, sad story retelling (mentions of death and loss)

    A/N: Moving right along…and yes, I used a Keep Reading line. Also, shout out to @redgillan for making my day brighter.

    Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

    Originally posted by kittyseb

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    modern!johnny cade headcannons
    (there’s so mucb jally and lgbt!johnny it’s not even funny omg)

    - johnny would probably listen to bands like imagine dragons, artic monkeys, some of twenty one pilot’s older music, and the hardrock dally likes

    - he also managed to talk ponyboy into reading to him, which wasn’t hard because pony loves to read to him anyway

    - this boy always has a pair of earbuds on him even if he isn’t listening to them

    - it helps him whenever he has to block out his parents

    - which is a lot

    - but he’s careful not to listen to his music too loud. he doesn’t want to go deaf and especially not before he’s 20

    - mostly because ponyboy and darry always nag him about it

    - and johnny’s never really understood why it wasn’t socially acceptable for men to wear makeup or wear dresses or skirts?? he just doesn’t get it

    - johnny also keeps a hair tie on his wrist for when he gets too anxious and needs something to fiddle with

    - two-bit once had to take it away from him because he was scared johnny’d cut off his circulation to his hand

    - and his hands are always shaking

    - so johnny’s always fidgeting with something to try and hide it

    - but it doesn’t matter who you are

    - his hands are shaking

    JALLY/LGBT+ PORTION

    - and, okay, one night he’s with dally and they’re driving. they weren’t talking. they were letting dally’s radio fill the silence.

    - johnny was cool with it

    - and dally was Focused™ on driving

    - and johnny’s just watching dally drive and dally runs his hand through his hair and, internally, johnny just kinda goes,“oh. oh shit.”

    - mkay he realizes that he may have a small crush on dallas winston

    - which he hadn’t really considered before

    - and he quickly decides that it shouldn’t matter who you love if it doesn’t harm you or the other person in a negative way

    - so johnny realizes that he could fall in love with anyone

    - at first, it kinda scares him but he ends up researching all night about this

    - turns out, he’s pansexual

    - the first person he comes out to is ponyboy, who actually knew what the term meant (probably because this boy never gets off tumblr smh)

    - pony accepts

    - he comes out to two-bit next. then soda, steve, and darry. he had to explain what it meant, but they accepted.

    - he comes out to dally last. not because he didn’t want him to know, but because johnny was scared he’d ask who made him realize that. johnny wasn’t ready to tell him that.

    - so one night they’re driving again and the sun is setting and dally looks like he’s made out of gold

    - johnny loves it

    - dally ofc doesn’t notice or let on to johnny staring

    - johnny looks back to the road in front of them

    - “i’m pansexual.”

    - “you’re what?”

    - “i could fall in love with anyone, dal.”

    - “even a guy?”

    - “even a guy.”

    - johnny can feel dally staring at him

    - he’s terrified to look up at dally but he does

    - dally’s face is totally blank

    - “whatever makes you happy, kid.”

    - johnny can’t figure out how dally feels about it

    - a small part of johnny is scared that dally’s angry

    - but dally offers him a cigarette and johnny knows he’s at least not angry

    - they don’t talk. just smoke in peace. the radio fills the silence

    - which allows johnny’s mind to wander

    - his parents would disown him

    - so he never comes out to them

    - he cries when lgbt+ get equal marriage rights. first, it’s out of elation because he is so happy. but then he goes home and hears his parents bashing the lgbt+ community

    - he doesn’t even get through the door when he hears them

    - and he goes back to the curtises

    - he’s a mess

    - he’s trying really hard not to cry but he can’t

    - he can’t do it

    - he was apart of that community and they were people, too

    - ponyboy gets him to calm down after an hour

    - he stays with the curtises for a week after that night

    - johnny was a lot quieter after that, if that was even possible

    - it worried dallas the most, though

    - “c'mon, johnny, man, you haven’t said five words all day!”

    - “i’m fine, dal.”

    - it went on like that for a month, driving dally insane

    - so, when dally runs out of ideas, he turns to the oldest curtis brother for help

    - dally and darry have always been close,, okay

    - and darry honestly saw this coming. he was just waiting for dallas to figure this out himself

    - so darry isn’t surprised when dallas comes to him and all he’s talking about is johnny

    - darry can tell dally’s been drinking by the way he slurrs his words and how he can hardly stand up

    - “dar, what’s wrong with johnny? why won’t he talk to me?”

    - darry, being the genius he is, starts to play a little mind game with dallas

    - “why does it matter, dal?”

    - “‘cause he’s my friend, dar.“

    - “you’re friends with sodapop and you don’t care if you go a few days without talking to him.”

    - “well johnny’s different, man!”

    - “why’s johnny different? why do you care if you don’t talk for a few days?”

    - “‘cause i want him happy! and ‘cause he doesn’t act like i’m an asshole!”

    - “why does it matter what johnny thinks of you?“

    - “i don’t know, man! he just..he makes me want to be less of an ass.”

    - “so johnny makes you better?”

    - darry watched as a drunk, crooked smile found its way across the younger boy‘s face. it made darry smile, too.

    - “yeah, man. i love the little dude.”

    - “yeah, just like a brother to you, right?” darry knew this wasn’t how dallas loved johnny, but he needed dally to say it himself.

    - darry knew he gotten through to dallas when his eyebrows scrunched up.

    - “no, man. i love him the way i loved sylvia. i wanna—” dallas then went on to describe all of the very raunchy ways he wanted to see johnny cade, and it made darry want to rip his ear drums out (he did not need those visuals of his friends), but he had gotten through to dallas.

    - “dal—” darry cut dallas off mid-sentence,“why don’t you go find johnny and tell him yourself?”

    - dallas’ drunk smile faltered.“no, man. what if he doesn’t feel the same, man?”

    - “you’ll never know unless you try.”

    - “dammit, darry. he’d be in the lot, right?”

    - “yeah.”

    - and like that, dally was gone. darry quickly sent johnny a text to give him a heads up about what was about to happen and to be in the lot.

    i felt like this was a good place to stop. should i write more outsiders headcannons??

    fucking--gorgeous  asked:

    Could you give some tips on chapter pacing? Specifically, I'm wondering if it's too confusing to have chapters pick up immediately or very shortly after the last left off. (I'm writing YA and really doubt anybody wants 12k word chapters, but of course I don't want my readers to get lost.)

    There’s a few different ways to handle pacing. Personally, I’ve put my own twist on the scene/sequel method. Google “scene sequel”, read through a bunch of those results, and see what speaks to you.

    Since I struggle with pacing, I came up with my own hack because 

    1. I don’t write in order, and, 
    2. I hate writing formal outlines.

    It’s a combo of scene/sequel and good old plot diagram because overstuffed chapters are a symptom of an overstuffed plot for me. I’m going to use my screenplay as an example because it’s what I’m working on, but this also works for novels and short stories.

    First, think about how many pages or words you want your piece to have. It’s a little different for every genre, so use what’s appropriate for your story. In my case, I wanted my script to be 94 pages, so I made three folders for the beginning, middle and end, and included a target page count.

    Yes, those numbers add up to 101 pages, but Scrivener adds a lot of white space it removed when it compiles screenplays so I accounted for that.

    Next, I knew my inciting event should happen within the first 5 pages and the midpoint would have to be around page 47, and so I put little flags in to represent them.

    If you’re writing a story, you might want to break down that first chapter a bit more so you can know you need to hit the inciting event by say, page 4.

    With those guidelines in place, I write. When I want to check my progress, I select the pages and look at the page count in the bottom, using the flags as the measuring stick.

    If you don’t use Scrivener, you can do something similar in your word processor of choice. Make a bit of text like ===END STARTS HERE Page 120=== or ===MIDPOINT STARTS HERE 75=== OR using headings/styles if you’re comfortable with those. Whatever you choose, be consistent! When you want to check where you are, “find” (command or control F depending if you’re on Mac or PC) the ===, and it’ll take you to that page.

    Page count would likely be easier if you’re using this as a guide for your rough draft, but word count may be easier if you’re using this to generate your revised draft.

    Don’t be afraid to experiment and see what works for you.

    - Graphei

    anonymous asked:

    hello! i don't think i've requested this before (please forgive me if i have!!), but could i request a sort of "friends to lovers" au with joshua from svt? thank you so much for your time!

    find friends - to - lover!seungcheol (here)

    • you and joshua met at summer camp in middle school because you two were the only kids who actually read books on the bus ride to and from the camp ground
    • and literally all the other kids spent the time playing games or shouting but nope. you and joshua sat by each other, silently, reading
    • and you two,,,,,,just kinda naturally became a duo,,,,,,,like you were always partners for sporting events and helped each other during arts and crafts
    • and it was cute,,,,,,,,all the counselors thought you guys were adorable and the other kids would call you the shy couple but you and joshua,,,,like,,,,,,,you just became inseparable
    • and throughout the years you supported each other as friends until you know,,,,,,you guys started to come out of being shy and stuff and funnily enough you and joshua got into the habit of being like sorta competitive when it came to school
    • and you guys just got inside jokes about out-doing the other person,,,,but like all in good fun??? never seriously or in a mean way
    • you also gossip with each other like,,,,people see you and josh and are like woW such diligent, polite students but LOL you and him have your fair share of savageness
    • but it’s totally a bestfriend thing where you meet up to get coffee to study but in reality you spend time quizzing each other and complaining about shitty professors while also reminiscing about the past 
    • “joshua remember when you got 100 on our first chem quiz as freshmen.” 
    • “yeah, what about-”
    • “remember i got 103 because i did the extra credit (—:”
    • “,,,,,,are you really bringing that up? do i have to remind you of what else happened to us as freshmen? mainly what happened between you and that hoshi ki-”
    • “oK JOSHUA SH”
    • but as much as you’re jokingly being sarcastic with each other you truly care about each other and ,,,,,that’s why when joshua tells you he’s got extended family coming over,,,,and they’ve literally not let it go about him not being in a relationship and so,,,,,,,,if you could pleaSE just fake date him for this dinner,,,,,,,
    • you say yes,,,,because how can you say no???
    • only problem is the minute you show up the hongs are all like fiNALLY YOU Two ARE DAting,,,,,we always knew it would come to this!!!!
    • and joshua’s mom is nudging you because,,,,,,hey she’s been trying to get joshua to make a move since long before and joshua is like m OM
    • and you’re both sitting at the dinner table,,,,and yes it’s awkward but you’ve been to their house so many times that somehow??? it’s not
    • like it actually feels super,,,,,,nice and natural
    • because you know joshua and his family and even his extended family don’t seem hard to get along with at all
    • and for most of the dinner,,,,,,you forget that it’s fake
    • the smiles you and joshua share,,,,,the joking around with his parents,,,,,,,
    • it’s all something you’ve done before but ,,,, when joshua grabs your hand and brings it to his lips as a show for his family,,,,,,you can’t help but feel your heart race
    • and his lips are so warm on your skin
    • and before you know it you’re looking at joshua’s profile,,,,how pretty his eyes are,,,,,how he’s got such handsome features,,,,,, how he’s not the shy boy at camp but ,,,,,,,,, the drop dead gorgeous best friend of yours
    • who probably could date anyone,,,,,but,,,,,choose to have you by his side for this
    • and you’re like arguing with yourself because no,,,no he chose you because you’re his best friend,,,,he could trust you not to mess up in front of his family,,,,,,but then again joshua has other friends,,,,,to ask,,,,,,,,
    • and you can’t help the sinking feeling in your stomach when the dinner ends and joshua’s mom is encouraging him to walk you home
    • and you’re going along the sidewalk in silence and joshua is like “thank you for helping me tonight,,,,,,seriously they wouldn’t get off my back”
    • and you try to strain out a laugh because ahh yeah this was all a joke,,,,,,a lie,,,,,,
    • but as you get to your front door you’re like “joshua i-”
    • and he’s like “wait,,,,,,i just,,,,,,,i have a question,,,,”
    • and you’re like,,, what is it??? and he’s like “well i was thinking about how everyone was like,,,,,, talking about how they expected us to date,,,,,do you think that’s true?? that we,,,make a good couple,,,,,”
    • and joshua’s cheeks are pink,,,,eyes flicking around from you to the floor and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,oh
    • but you’re like “i mean i guess we are - we fooled everyone in your fami-”
    • but he shakes his head and he’s like “i mean,,,,,do you think we,,,,,,we could be something more?” and you’re like “,,,,,,,if i say yes will you think that’s weird?”
    • but joshua looks up and breathes a sigh of relief and he’s like no,,, not at all,,,,,,i thought i was the weird one for thinking tonight was so,,,,natural,,,,
    • and you look at him,,,,,still dressed up a bit because his mom had made him put on a tie because of formal dinner attire or whatever,,,,and the way you’ve only seen joshua flustered when he was a shy kid ,,,,, and how cute it looks on him
    • the unsure,,,,stuttery joshua,,,,,,,you’ve missed him
    • and you take a step closer to him and joshua swallows and looks down at you and you take a hold of his wrist and lean in and he closes his eyes,,,,,,,,,,
    • but you kiss his cheek and you’re like “how about we go on a real date soon,,,,,,” and joshua is like sure,,,,where??? and you shrug and you’re like “surprise me,,,,whatever you choose will be fun. im sure.” and you give him a little wave as you go inside
    • and you almost fall over yourself when the door closes because oh my god your best friend,,,,,might be your boyfriend very v e r y soon
    • and joshua is still standing frozen on the spot, hand over the spot where you kissed him because,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my god his best friend,,,,,might be,,,,,,,the One,,,,,

    anonymous asked:

    Hi! Same anon that asked about the FNaF 1 gang, withereds, shadows, etc., just wanna ask: Do you have any headcanons about the withereds, shadows, what the phantoms are, or anything? (P. S. Thanks for wishing me a happy day! Hope you have a "happiest day"!

    Oh goodness I do happen to have…a few (uninteresting) headcanons actually…So I guess I’ll tackle these in the order you asked! These are all just for this blog’s AU, of course, so no worries if they collide with some of the canon or with other people’s universes

    Withered Ones

    • Since W.Bonnie and W.Chica both have missing hands, W.Foxy and W.Freddy are always nearby to help them if they need it
    • W.Chica is really proud though and does her very best to do things herself
    • W.Bonnie is very sad about the loss of his face, and thinks about it constantly, often trying to find “replacements” for his face! Some of you guys might remember from one of my old posts that sometimes he wears a paper plate with a :3 face drawn on it
    • W.Freddy is a very Tired Man, choosing to mostly watch the Toys perform on stage as opposed to singing himself. I think of it like he’s peacefully retired
    • W.Foxy is the saltiest guy most anyone will ever meet, he wants to go places and have his Pirate Cove back but the world just keeps denying him

    The Shadows

    • These guys are both mute, so they communicate non-verbally. Sometimes that means flashing shadowy words up in the air, other times it means sign language
    • Shadow Freddy (Shreddy lmao) looks like he’s constantly crying, but has never told anyone why…
    • Both of their bodies can be easily manipulated into different shapes, although Shadow Bonnie is a lot better at shapeshifting than Shreddy is!
    • Shadow Bonnie is………ridiculously tall, and Shreddy is a smol
    • Shadow Bonnie can teleport! But the process is rather painful so they don’t do it often
    • Both of them are very old, and have been around for decades as of the time of Fazbear Fright
    • In addition to not being able to speak verbally, neither of them make any noise at all when moving. They have accidentally snuck up on many of their friends because of it
    • Both are very elusive and will only appear to those that they deem trustworthy, or intriguing in some way

    The Phantoms

    • They’re all essentially ghosts of the former Fazbear crew. Not every animatronic became a phantom after being destroyed, only a select few!
    • When they first woke up as phantoms, all they remembered was the pain of dying, so the reverted to a more primal state of personality. As of yet, only some of the phantoms have managed to remember their past selves to become who they used to be.
    • This is why Phantom Balloon Boy (PBB) screams so much! He’s trying to remember his past, but more often than not he resorts to the screaming
    • Being ghosts, they cannot touch anything corporeal without it meeting special standards
    • With enough practice, the phantoms can learn to summon ghostly objects from their past, one of the best examples being Phantom Chica’s ghost cupcake (which she’s very proud of btw)
    • It is said that once the Phantoms are able to complete whatever unfinished business they had on Earth, they will cease to exist here, having moved on. Most of them haven’t found out yet why they became ghosts, since they can’t even remember clearly when they were alive. Who knows if they’ll ever reach their goals?

    Anyways that’s all I have for now! I know I’m leaving a bunch out, definitely, but hey, I’ve never been too great at communicating my thoughts! Thanks for asking about these guys!! Goodness knows I think about this AU every waking moment of my life And thank you! I’ll try and have the happiest day I can!

    Your Worst Nightmare

    Summary: Dan can’t sleep–he never can. And it’s thanks to the demon under his bed.

    TW: uhhh scary demon shit. idk when @mangothatismelancholy was reading it she was legitimately scared so idkkk

    Genre: angst

    Word Count: 5k

    (here’s a drawing @societyshottheunicorns01​ made!)

    (and a drawing @haleykinz​ made!)

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    Dean Creations Challenge | saawek vs sprinkleofhappinessuniverse

    Prompt: You’ll never, ever, hear me say that you, the real you, is anything but good.  - Sam (10x23)

    I wanted to do a simple thing : it became a video with sound editing… Warning : lot of video glitches.

    anonymous asked:

    rfa, saeran, and V reaction to MC wanting to adopt teenagers since they usually don't get adopted as often as younger kids

    (heck yeah I’m here on team adopt older kids and teenagers!!!)

    Yoosung

    • at first he doesn’t know if it’s a good idea
    • not because he thinks the teenager would be any trouble, or that the idea itself is flawed
    • he’s just not sure if he’s going to be able to be the father of a teenager right away??
    • MC can’t help but snicker when he spills his worries
      • “wHAT IF THEY ARE GOING THROUGH THEIR REBEL PHASE MC? MC YOU KNOW I CAN’T BERATE MY CHILD WHAT DO I DO IF THEY WANT TO PARTY? WHAT IF THEY WANT TO GO TO A CONCERT AND I DON’T KNOW IF IT’S OK-”
    • seriously, that’s all he’s worried about
    • he knows he’s weak when it comes to his loved ones and he doesn’t think he’ll have enough strenght to berate his new child if they rebel 
    • MC is just, laughing at this point because they know this man will make a great father 
    • after a while, he’s much more calm and ready to talk with MC about the plans- when should they adopt? where could they go? should they start meeting teenagers in adoption right now? and all that important jazz

    Jaehee

    • her smile is as wide as her happiness is
    • Jaehee is a pro for adoption of all kinds, especially seeing as she was taken in by her aunt and uncle
    • of course, when MC expresses how sad it makes them to think of all those teenagers thrown about in the adoption system, Jaehee joins in with her feelings too
    • it’s not even a conversation- MC just says it and Jaehee is agreeing by the second
    • Jaehee is usually one for calm planification though, so MC knows that it’ll be ages before the actual adoption takes place
    • because obviously, Jaehee will want to read up on teenager care, adoption care, nearby high schools, the psychological needs of an adopted teenager, and probably any sort of book related on the matter to make sure she’s prepared for everything

    Zen

    • at first he’s a bit surprised to hear that
    • when he hears “adopting a child” his mind just tends to picture the typical scene of a couple with a baby in their hands after leaving an orphanage or something
    • he hadn’t ever just wondered what happened to the older kids? he guessed they left, but the more he thinks about it… the less he likes the fact they’re left behind
    • still, he’s a bit hesitant and MC notices it, mainly because he remembers how he was as a teenager
    • and oh boy is he not ready to take care of a teenager like that
    • him and MC end up visiting one of the adoption centers to meet some of the teens for adoption, mostly so Zen can see not everyone was an unruly little shit at age 15 like he was
    • once at home, Zen starts wondering about the future- he’ll skip through all the baby care, the raising… and he doesn’t really mind. MC seems happy, and honestly, just that is enough to tell him it is the correct decision

    Jumin

    • his heart is split in two
    • one side says he doesn’t mind, he really doesn’t care that MC wants to adopt and he’ll gladly go along, and that he’s happy as long as MC is
    • the other half screams that his father will be unhappy, that of course someone like his father wants a flesh and blood grandchild, and that this might just tear apart his father’s patience
    • MC notices he’s worried, and for a second they think he might dislike the idea of adopting a teenager
    • Jumin opens up rather easily, maybe because he’s spent so much time with MC, about why he worries his father won’t like the fact he’ll get a teenage grandchild like that
    • after talking for a while, Jumin decides to simply think it through- he and MC can tell his father after everything is done, and frankly, as long as neither him or MC mind adopting an older child, who cares?
    • it’s not easy for him to adopt the “it’s our choice” mentality (after all, his father had been asking for a grandchild since Jumin was about twenty, and had always been there to add his opinion to most of Jumin’s big life choices) but once he does, his worries melt away

    707

    • Seven is a bit serious when it comes to the topic of children- not because he feels like it’s worrying, but because he feels like if it’s something important to MC, he shouldn’t joke around it too much
    • really, Seven is ready for whatever. MC wants children? he’s happy with that. MC wants no children? he’s more than ok with that. MC wants twenty kids? a-ok by him. 
    • so MC wants to adopt a teenager? he’s more than happy to cheer along
    • he just feels like his life is now complete with MC by his side, and whatever happens afterwards with them will be filled with happiness no matter what
    • and if that is by adopting a teenager, then he’s more than happy to proceed with that plan
    • he can’t help but crack a joke about it here and there, though- such as how he’s going to make the poor teenager’s life a mess by throwing in dad jokes 24/7 at them, or how he’s planning on driving them to high school in the most ridiculously expensive sports cars he owns to make their classmates think they’re the child of a multimillionaire
    • which, y’know, taking in count how much money Seven has, is kinda right

    Unknown

    • one of his fears, that he hardly ever expresses, is accidentally harming a child- even more so if it were his child
    • MC had mentioned adoption before, and he hadn’t minded much; the idea of adopting was natural to him? he’d never quite understood why people would say things like “they want it to be their child” when speaking against adoption
    • and fairly, teenage adoption seems more…easy, in a sense
    • MC warns him that it’ll be a bit difficult- and that the teenager might be a bit awkward at first around them, or might rebel a bit, but he knows he can handle that
    • secondly, he knows that at least with a teenager he doesn’t run the risk of accidentally dropping them and hurting them when trying to play with them
    • and as an added bonus, nobody would judge the teen’s clothes if they went through an emo phase. because. one of their parents is already a Big Emo so

    V

    • after everything he and MC have been through, it’s easy to talk about anything with him
    • maybe it’s that or his naturally calming aura that make MC pretty chill with the whole telling him and seeing what he thinks
    • V listens to all of MC’s points, about why they think adopting a teenager would be good, and about why it’s harder for teenagers to get adopted, along with other benefits, as V listens carefully
    • he nods along and hums in agreement, not interrupting MC
    • once they’re done, MC looks at him, waiting for an answer
    • he just smiles, and asks MC if they have a plan or a set date when they’d like to begin the process
    • he just jumps head-first into it, ready to go along with it 
    • he’s also pretty excited to take a family photo- but he says he wants to wait to actually adopt so he knows what kind of scenery or aesthetic the teenager would like for the photo, so he waits before making the arrangements

    anonymous asked:

    I'm boggling trying and failing to understand how it is that so many people (in this case, the advocates of violent anti-fascism sending you asks) don't have the idea that _political actions should have the consequence you want, not just be on the right side_. It feels like... not getting that trying to affect reality except in the simplest most local one-dimensional way is even a thing. Do you feel like you understand the mindset better?

    One of my favorite articles by Bryan Caplan describes the concept of missing moods. 

    Modern warfare almost always leads to killing lots of innocents; if governments were held to the same standards as individuals, these killings would be manslaughter, if not murder.  This doesn’t mean that war is never justified.  But the reasonable hawkish mood is sorrow - and constant yearning for a peaceful path.  The kind of emotions that flow out of, “We are in a tragic situation.  After painstaking research on all the available options, we regretfully conclude that we have to kill many thousands of innocent civilians in order to avoid even greater evils.  This is true even after adjusting for the inaccuracy of our past predictions about foreign policy.”  

    I have never personally known a hawk who expresses such moods, and know of none in the public eye.  Instead, the standard hawk moods are anger and machismo.  Ted Cruz’s recent quip, “I don’t know if sand can glow in the dark, but we’re going to find out” is typical.  Indeed, the hawks I personally know don’t just ignore civilian deaths.  When I raise the issue, they cavalierly appeal to the collective guilt of their enemies.  Sometimes they laugh.  As a result, I put little weight on what hawks say.  This doesn’t mean their view is false, but it is a strong reason to think it’s false.

    2. The immigration restrictionist.  Immigration from the Third World to the First World is almost a fool-proof way to work your way out of poverty.  The mechanism: Labor is more productive in the First World than the Third, so migrants generally create the extra riches they consume.  This doesn’t mean that immigration restrictions are never justified.  But the reasonable restrictionist mood is anguish that a tremendous opportunity to enrich mankind and end poverty must go to waste - and pity for the billions punished for the “crime” of choosing the wrong parents.  The kind of emotions that flow out of, “The economic and humanitarian case for immigration is awesome.  Unfortunately, there are even larger offsetting costs.  These costs are hard to spot with the naked eye, but careful study confirms they are tragically real.  Trapping innocents in poverty because of the long-run costs of immigration seems unfair, but after exhaustive study we’ve found no other remedy.  Once you see this big picture, restriction is the lesser evil.  This is true even after adjusting for the inaccuracy of our past predictions about the long-run dangers of immigration.”

    I have met a couple of restrictionists who privately express this mood, and read a few who hold it publicly.  But in percentage terms, they’re almost invisible.  Instead, the standard restrictionist moods are anger and xenophobia.  Mainstream restrictionists hunt for horrific immigrant outliers, then use these outliers to justify harsh treatment of immigrants in general.  

    The idea is that, if you’re pushing for some policy that involves doing or ignoring great wrongs in the service of necessity, it should hurt. You should be agonizing over it. You should be desperate for alternatives, and you should be grieved you can’t find any. The point is not ‘your opinion is not valid if your feelings are not valid’, but when that feeling is absent, it’s incredibly hard to trust the opinion.

    I think that to antifas and the people who gravitate towards them, the entirety of liberalism has a colossal missing mood. There are Nazis and white supremacists holding rallies and chanting in favor of unthinkable, colossal atrocities. Lots of people sympathize with them. Shouldn’t we be terrified? Shouldn’t we be angry? Shouldn’t we be desperate? Whatever you think of the merits of smashing unarmed Trump supporters in the head with metal bike locks and then running away, the proponents of doing so are vocally and demonstrably angry and terrified and desperate, and if the thing you’re looking for is people who are angry and terrified and desperate then you find them. And if all of the people who seem to grasp the magnitude of the threat are saying sickening street violence is the way to fix it -

    - and all of the people observing that that doesn’t fix it, that it makes it worse, that our institutions suffice and have sufficed and that there are better avenues of resistance should they fail, seem to be insufficiently desperate and angry and frightened -

    - then people believe the antifas, even though antifas constantly give incoherent or conflicting accounts of how their methods are supposed to help and threaten and alienate their allies and spend a lot of their time threatening to kill gay Jews on the internet because we disagree with them about how to fight fascists.


    And to people who are not sympathetic to antifa, it seems obvious that they have a gaping missing mood: compassion, or concern, or awareness of collateral damage. And if you know anything about violent resistance, indifference to or denial about collateral damage is the most chilling blind spot imaginable. 

    So both sides perceive missing moods, and it damages trust, and even though we both want to prevent the rise of fascism there’s basically no confidence that the other side actually wants to prevent the rise of fascism, and most efforts I’ve had to bridge that divide have sort of run aground on ‘I don’t think your evidence is very good and you don’t think my evidence is very good’, and so it’s really hard to fix.

    This is a roundabout answer to your question: the straightforward answer is that I think they understand actions can have downstream effects and counterproductive effects, but don’t trust us about it and don’t trust anyone proposing alternative courses of action and were also drawn to antifa specifically by the desperate, angry dominant mood and it’s not a dominant mood conducive to realizing that doing nothing at all would be better than what you’re currently doing.

    Secret Love Song - A Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 1)

    The sound of your phone ringing woke you up causing you to groan. You reached over to pick it up from the nightstand and saw that it was your boss. You sighed sitting up in bed and sliding to answer your phone.

    “Hello?” You said quietly.

    “Y/N! Thank god! Okay, are you available this morning?” She asked.

    “Uh… yeah, why?” You asked.

    “Madison is sick and she had an interview at BBC Radio scheduled and I need you to take her place,” she said.

    “Sure, I can do it. What time?” You asked looking over at your clock.

    “Well, you have to be there in an hour,” she said.

    Seriously? How did she expect you to get ready, drive there, and be prepared for the interview in less than an hour?

    “Okay, I’ll be there,” you said.

    “Thank you!! This is such a huge interview for us, so I’m so glad we don’t have to cancel it. I owe you big time!” She said.

    You ended the call and then quickly got out of bed and went into your closet. You through on some black jeans, a nice top and a blazer along with some heels before quickly throwing your hair in a bun and putting on a bit of makeup.

    Once you were ready to go, you grabbed your bag and notebook and headed out the door.

    **

    You arrived at the studio and showed your press pass. Your boss sent you an email with all the information and questions that Madison had prepared, so once you checked in you sat down and scanned over everything.

    Your face flushed when you saw the name of who you would be interviewing.

    Harry Styles.

    Shit.

    Freaking out was an understatement at this point. You were used to interviewing celebrities and other semi-famous people, but this was the first time you were interviewing someone of this caliber and someone you were a fan of.

    If you weren’ t already nervous, you definitely were now and after reading Madison’s question, you knew that you couldn’t ask these.

    You checked the time and saw that you had about fifteen minutes before your scheduled time, so you quickly took out your notebook and started writing down different questions.

    This interview was supposed to be about his new single and album as a solo artist, so all the questions you were writing down were revolved around that.

    “Y/N?” Harry’s PR came said walking over to you.

    “Hi, yes,” you said standing up and holding out your hand.

    “Hey, we’re ready for you, now,” she said.

    “Great,” you said grabbing your things and following her into the room.

    With each step you took, your nerves started to take over. You were starting to feel sick yourself, but it was much too late to turn around and go the other way.

    Plus, you wouldn’t want to make a bad impression by leaving and being unprofessional.

    She opened the door and let you walk in before her. When you walked into the room, you saw Harry standing over to the side talking with a few people and drinking some water.

    “You can just have a seat right over there,” she told you pointing to one of the chairs in the middle of the room.

    You nodded and went over to the first chair. You set your bag down and took out your notebook and favorite pen. You also grabbed your phone and set it up to record the interview in case you missed a few things while you were taking notes.

    You were just getting everything set up when you felt someone walking up behind you. You turned around and saw Harry Styles standing there with a smile on his face and his hand stretched out.

    “Hello, I’m Harry,” he smiled.

    “Hi, I’m Y/N,” you said. “I’m from “Y/Magazine/N.”

    “Nice to meet you. I’m ready whenever you’re ready,” he said.

    “Oh, I’m just about set up, so if you want to just have a seat or something… that’s fine,” you told him.

    “I’m just going to grab some water, would you like one?” He asked.

    “S-Sure, Yeah, if you don’t mind,” you said.

    “Course not,” he smiled before walking back over to the table of food and drinks to grab two bottles of water.

    When he came back, you took the water bottle from him and your hands gently touched causing your face to blush fifty shades of red.

    You cleared your throat and sat down in your chair while Harry sat in his in front of you.

    “Okay, I’m just going to press record on here,” you say mostly to yourself and then you look up at Harry. “So, Harry, first I want to say thank you for coming today.”

    “No problem, thank you for having me,” he smiled.

    “Let’s start off with how’s your day going so far?” You asked.

    “It’s going great. A little nerve wracking, but for the most part it’s been amazing,” he said. “What about you? How’s your day?”

    “It’s going pretty well,” you nod with a smile. “Now, for all the people who might not know about this, why don’t you tell us a little bit about your new single that’s coming out in a few days.”

    “Well, it’s coming out April 7th and it’s called Sign Of The Times. I’m really looking to it finally coming out. I’ve been waiting for this time for awhile now and now that’s its finally time, I can’t wait for everyone to hear it,” he answered.

    “I’m sure everyone is just as excited if not more to hear it as well,” you smiled.

    “Would you like to hear it?” He asked.

    “Sure, if that’s okay,” You said.

    “Of course it’s okay, I want to know what you think about it and I’m sure everyone will want to know about it in the interview too,” he smiled.

    “True,” you nodded.

    Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He typed in his password and scrolled through before you start to hear music filling the air of the room.

    Once the final note of the song played out, Harry looked over at you. His eyes were trying to meet with yours, but they were having a hard time probably from the nerves of waiting on your opinion.

    “Wow. That was really good,” you smiled. “I mean wow, I’m speechless.”

    “I’m going to take that as a good sign,” he smiled.

    You nodded with a laugh.

    About an hour later, your time was up. You stood up and held out your hand.

    “Thanks again. It was really nice meeting you and your song is really beautiful. Congratulations,” you smiled to him.

    “Thank you, it means a lot that you enjoyed it,” he smiled. “And it was very nice to meet you.”

    “Well, I should better get going. I’m sure you have more interviews to do,” you said packing up your things.

    “Actually, you were my last one of the day,” he smiled. “Grimmy and I were just about to head out for some lunch.”

    “Oh, well, I don’t want to keep you from that either, so I’ll be out in a bit,” you said.

    “This might be a bit forward, but do you have any lunch plans?” He asked.

    “I’ll probably just grab something nearby,” you shrugged.

    “Would you want to join us for lunch?” Harry suggested.

    That came out of the fucking blue.

    “Um, I don’t know if that’s professional,” you blushed. “I mean, I would love too, but I don't’ know how my boss would look at that since you’re technically a client.”

    “Oh, right, yeah I didn’t even think of that,” he blushed running his hand through his hair.

    “Sorry,” you sighed.

    “No, no, I understand,” he said.

    “What if I invited you?” Nick said from the other side of the room. “I’m not your client, so if I invited you out to lunch and Harry just happened to be there… “ he suggested.

    “He makes a valid point,” Harry smirked.

    “That he does, but I would hate to intrude on your plans though,” you said putting your bag over your shoulder.

    “It’s fine really, I don’t mind and it’s obvious that Harry doesn’t mind,” Nick smirked putting his arm around his shoulder.

    You looked at the time before looking up at them. “Well, I guess I do need to eat at some point today, right?” You laughed.

    “Exactly!” Nick said. “We’re going to a place just down the street, you’re more than welcome to walk with us.”

    “Sure, sounds great,” you said.

    **

    The walk to the restaurant was a little awkward, mostly because of you. You couldn’t believe that you were going out to lunch with Harry Styles right now and that he was the one who asked.  

    Maybe he was just being polite and after the lunch, he wouldn’t want anything else to do with you. Or maybe he was hoping you would write a better article about him if he took you out to lunch? 

    Honestly, whatever the reason didn’t matter in that moment because you just needed to focus on not making yourself seem like an idiot. 

    When you get to the restaurant, Harry opens the door and holds it open for you. 

    “Thanks,” you smiled walking through the doorway. 

    “No problem,” he said. 

    You all sit down at a table and look over the menu before ordering. The waitress takes your menus and you take a sip of your water. 

    “So, Y/N, since you spent the last hour talking about Harry, why don’t you spend some time to talk about yourself?” Nick said looking over at you. 

    “Oh, no, I don’t really like talking about myself.” you said shaking your head. 

    “Neither do I,” Harry laughed. 

    You giggled. “Well, if I have to, why don’t you two ask me questions and I’ll answer them. Let me be the interviewee for once,” 

    “We can do that,” Nick smirked. 

    “How long have you been a journalist?” Harry asked. 

    “Professionally, almost four years,” you answered. 

    “Wow, so what made you want to be in journalism?” He asked. 

    “I’ve always enjoyed writing since I was younger and I worked for school newspapers, and when it came to University, journalism was a better degree option than a creative writing one,” you shrugged. 

    “Do you not enjoy being a journalist?” Nick asked. 

    “It’s not exactly that. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love being able to do what I do, but despite popular belief interviewing celebrities wasn’ t exactly the type of journalism I wanted to get into. No offense,” you coughed. 

    “None taken,” Harry says. “What type of journalism would prefer?” 

    “I guess one that has a bit more meaning, like traveling the world and helping others while writing about my experiences there and things like that,” you blushed. 

    “Why haven’t you tried that?” Harry asked. 

    “Because unfortunately, that type of journalism doesn’t exactly pay the bills. When I was in university, I got the internship at the magazine company I’m working with now, there aren’t many traveling journalist jobs available,” you shrugged. 

    “Well, don’t give up on that, hopefully, one day you’ll be able to do it,” Harry smiled over at you. 

    “I hope so,” you smiled. 

    **

    After you all finished eating lunch, you get out your wallet to pay, but Harry puts his hand over yours. 

    “Don’t worry about it,” Harry said. 

    “Are you sure?” You said. 

    “Yeah, it’s fine,” he said. “But if anyone asks, he paid for it.” Harry nodded over to Nick with a smirk. 

    You sighed but nodded with a laugh. Once the ticket was paid for, you all head out to leave. You walk back to the studio, where your car is, which happens to be parked right next to Harry’s. 

    Nick had already gone back inside the studio, so it was just you and Harry standing near your cars. 

    “Just so you know, I don’t usually do this,” Harry said leaning up against his car. 

    “Do what?” You asked confused. 

    “Go to lunch with a journalist, who interviewed me,” he said. “And I’m not saying that you would, but our lunch and now is completely off the record right?” 

    “Of course, I would never do something that,” you said quickly. 

    “I know, I just wanted to make sure,” he smiled. “And I know this might be a bit of an issue for you, but I really want to see you again.” 

    “You do?” you said. “For like an interview?” 

    “No, I mean just to hang out again, maybe dinner next time?” He asked. 

    “Oh, um, I don’t know. I would like to, but like I said earlier…” you said. 

    “I understand,” he sighed kicking his boot against the pavement of the parking lot. 

    You bit the inside of your cheek. “How about this? We could exchange numbers and keep in touch?” You suggested. “But I don’t know about going out in public…” 

    Harry looked up at you smiling. “I think I can handle that.” 

    He handed you his phone and you added yourself into his contacts and he did the same in yours before you exchanged them back. 

    “Well, I better get to the office so I can start typing up your article,” you said. 

    “I can’t wait to read it,” he smiled. 

    “Maybe I’ll send you a copy before it gets published,” you smirked. 

    “I’ll be looking forward to it,” he said. 

    “Have a nice rest of the day, Harry,” you smiled with a wave. 

    “See you around, Y/N,” Harry said before the two of you got into your own cars. 

    He motioned for you to pull out first, so you did and drove straight to your office with the biggest smile on your face. While Harry drove to his house, wearing a matching smile. 

    Bonus OT3 Drabble: Slinky

    [Masterlist]

    This. This is entirely the fault of @blackkatmagic and @nellynee, and this ask-post over on blackkat’s blog. Because I just cannot resist the challenge of ‘why break up one ship for another when you can have both as a healthy triad?’ So I wrote it, even though I never actually got far enough to meet two-thirds of this ship in canon, and most of the characterisation is based on blackkat’s fics (although probably not half so good as hers).

    Because really, who could resist this; “Spunky young power couple seduces village creepy shut in. Everyone is confused.

    OT3 for this prompt: Minato/Orochimaru/Kushina from Naruto.

    “If I have to sit and listen to you gabbing on about weird obscure jutsu, then I’m going to do it over ramen, you know!” Teuchi smiled at the sound of his best customer approaching the restaurant, presumably with her boyfriend in tow. Sure enough, when Kushina pushed the curtain aside, she was preceded into the restaurant by a sheepish looking Minato. Kushina followed, pulling another man in after them by the wrist.

    The redheaded jounin manhandled Konoha’s own snake sannin into the seat next to Minato, then plonked herself down in the seat on Orochimaru’s other side. “You didn’t have to sit and listen.” The man snapped at Kushina, clearly very annoyed with her. “We are quite capable of holding a conversation without you.”

    Kushina scoffed at him, flapping a hand. “Please. Minato wouldn’t know what to do with you if I left the two of you alone for more than five minutes, you know.” Orochimaru failed to come up with a retort, looking baffled and irritated in equal measure.

    Minato, on the other hand, turned very red and started spluttering. “That’s not- You can’t just- What are you- Kushina!” The last word came out as a whine, and Minato dropped his head against the counter.

    “Don’t be such a ditz, pretty boy.” Kushina chided, and then turned to Teuchi before Minato could respond. “The usual, please, Teuchi-san! Plus whatever this awkward turtle wants.” She nudged Orochimaru with her elbow to indicate who she meant. It was a good thing she had, because ‘awkward turtle’ was not a descriptor Teuchi would ever have applied to him on his own. He started cooking up Kushina and Minato’s usual, even as he raised an eyebrow at Orochimaru.

    Orochimaru ignored him in favour of glaring at Kushina. “He’ll have the shoyu tamago ramen with extra eggs.” Minato put in, recovering from embarrassment as fast as he ever did. It was a good thing he could do that, Teuchi thought, since he was dating someone like Kushina, who got a kick out of embarrassing people.

    Orochimaru switched his glare to Minato. “I don’t recall asking you to order for me.”

    “Did I get it wrong?” Minato asked, caught somewhere between innocent and smug. Obviously he hadn’t, because Orochimaru looked twice as likely to murder him, but conspicuously didn’t say a word. Minato beamed like the sunrise. “So, you were explaining the connection between space-time seals and blood jutsu?” He prompted brightly. Orochimaru sighed heavily, but answered with a long explanation that went entirely over Teuchi’s head. It clearly didn’t go over Minato’s head, because he was staring in rapt attention as Orochimaru talked, in a way that made Teuchi feel oddly like he was intruding on something private.

    He served up their ramen, and was not surprised when Minato and Orochimaru mostly ignored theirs in favour of their discussion. He was surprised when it took Kushina several seconds to lift her cheek off her fist and stop staring at them long enough to start scarfing down her usual three bowls of ramen. She caught his look the first time she came up for air, and shrugged unrepentantly. “What? They’re total dorks, you know, but they’re my dorks now.

    Orochimaru choked on his first bite of ramen. “Excuse me?” He demanded.

    “Well, you are, aren’t you?” Kushina asked, smirking. “We’re a package deal, slinky; buy one get one free. If you want to get some this evening, instead of just staring at Minato like he’s a prime steak and you’re starving, you’re going to have to learn to dance with both of us, you know.” She paused, her smirk slowly unfurling into a predatory grin with far too many teeth. “Last chance to run screaming.”

    The stunned look on Orochimaru’s face turned, once again, to murderous annoyance. “I think I should be saying that to you.” He hissed, leaning forward into her personal space to loom over her. Teuchi was a bit worried, although on whose behalf he wasn’t quite sure.

    Kushina laughed, and shocked just about everybody when she closed the distance between them and kissed him. Minato whimpered quietly, staring at them with his mouth hanging open, while Teuchi was just trying to figure out when the world had gone insane. Kushina drew back looking infinitely smug. “Bring it on.”

    There are soooooo many people out there who ask “Why do you like Loki so much? He’s a villain.” And while I don’t have the time to list everything, (because let’s be honest who does?) I am now writing down the points of why people need to love this dude. Also known as,


    Why You Should Love The Psychotic But Still Hot Space Prince.
    By Debbie.


    Point Number One: His Eyes.


    Now, I think we can all agree that girls are suckers for a guy with pretty eyes. I mean who doesn’t like looking at a guy with beautiful eyes? 


    Its just in our nature. 


    I mean, I could probably like Loki just because of his eyes.  Have you seen them?! Its like you’re just sitting there the whole time having a debate with yourself on what color they are. I’m pretty sure I’ve this conversation with myself like twice.


    “Blue or green? Green our blue? Okay I think they’re blue.  No wait, they’re green. Yup. One hundred percent sure they’re green. Actually they’re blue. Okay I’m defs for sure that they are blue. Well…….maybe they’re grey? ”


    Yeah. Its like the sweetest torture known to man. But also kind of a weird thing to do, but if you’re a fan girl, there’s weirder things you’ve done.


    So, my conclusion for his eye color, (for now) is that they are a mixture of blue, green and sliver/grey. And honestly that is a very attractive color for eyes. At least to me. 


    I know there are some people out there who prefer dark eyes, and that’s totally cool. But if you don’t think that Loki has beautiful, stunning, amazing, etc. eyes, then I will question whether you’re human or not.


    Point Number Two: His Hair.


    I love guys with dark hair. I don’t what it is, but there’s just something about dark haired guys that I love. And let me tell you, Loki has amazing dark hair.

    Now, while its kind of long, and I prefer short haired guys, I still love his hair. (Especially in the first Thor movie. I mean whew! *fans self*)


    The thing that I really want to do with his hair is run my hands through it. Oh my goodness I can only imagine how soft it would be. *shivers* And he has shiny hair too, so yeah, there’s that too.


    And really, I just don’t know what else to say about it. I like the dude’s hair, its a really cool shade (?) of black and I really wanna run my hands through it.


    Point Number Three: His Clothing Style.


    LEATHER, GOLD ARMOR, A CAPE, AND MORE LEATHER!!! 


    Needless to say, I like his clothing choice. 


    We all know (I hope) that his signature colors are green, gold and black. And I love those colors together. So those colors on Loki does something to me. 


    We’ve all seen in the Avengers and in Thor, though briefly, his ‘mortal’ style. 


    A suit. 

    ……


    I LOVE A GUY IN A SUIT. 


    Seriously, its almost my religion.


    Guys in suits are waaaaaaay more attractive than this stupid 'dope style’ or whatever its called. What even is that? 


    Okay, so you have a hat on backwards, your pants are falling off and your shoes are horrifyingly red. 


    That’s not appealing to me AT ALL.


    Now, it would get annoying after a while to have your guy always wearing a suit, so I really would like to know how Loki would dress casually. 


    Would he? Or would he just always be wearing a suit? 


    Who knows?


    But his clothing style definitely fits my criteria.


    Point Number Four: He Is Literally Prince Charming.


    I’m sure every girl when she was little, dreamed of having a Prince Charming come and marry her or something.


    Well, Loki could charm the pants off anyone (they don’t call him 'Silver Tongue’ for nothing I’m sure *wink wink wiggle wiggle*), and he’s a Prince. Of a cool space kingdom.


    Thus, I give you Prince Charming.


    Now, as much as I hate to say it, Loki is a fictional character.

    Yes I just committed the number one fangirl sin. But hear me out.

    Even though he’s not real, I’m sure if he was and you were lucky enough to be his significant other, he would treat with the utmost respect.


    There are SO many fanfictions out there where he treats his girlfriend or whatever like crap. 

    I’m sorry but no.


    Loki would be the most respectful partner in the world. Even surpassing Captain America. (Forgive me Steve for I have sinned.)

    He would treat you like a freaking queen. Am I right? (Yes, yes I am)

    Point Number Five: The Tragic Back Story.


     Lots of girls like a guy with a tragic back story or something like that. 


    Well let me tell you that Loki is like the Prince of all tragicness.


    I mean, his father is like the worst, he was always second to Thor and he found out that he is not in fact Asgardian, but an Andorian with Elsa’s powers.  (If you didn’t get the reference I will be upset with you.)


    How sad is that? 


    (Which I don’t know about you, but I would totally cry if I found out that I wasn’t Asgardian.*sniff sniff*)


    Point Number Six: His Height.


    As a member of the short girl club, I can tell that most of us love it when someone really tall hugs us. It feels super comforting and you always feel really safe.


    Well, Loki is tall. And while I’ve never hugged him, I’ve hugged my brother, who is the same height as him,(Or rather the same height as Tom Hiddleston who plays Loki so…..) and let me tell you, he gives like the best hugs ever. (When he’s not squeezing the life out of you)


    If you’re a tall girl and want a guy that isn’t shorter than you, then I give you Loki. I highly doubt that you’re gonna be taller than him. (Unless you’re 6" 3 which if you are, I’m so sorry.)

    So that concludes my points on why people should love Loki as much as I do.