i don't think you guys realize how happy i am about this :''''')

Hey Voltron Fandom, what the fuck?

I’m going to get straight to the point, you guys are self-destructive and are going to kill the fandom over your petty arguments and stupid self-entitlement. There hasn’t been a day since the beginning of the fandom that everything has just been peaceful for once (and I’ve been here since it’s birth) You all should be ashamed of yourselves, fighting online and hurting real people over fiction (this is not specifically towards ships btw) And I’m putting my foot down at all of this bullshit and trying to stop it

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Pentagon Reaction to you usually being cute but having a sexy performance on stage

A/N: I'm sorry if this is not good I hope you like and the request are still open srry for the delay also                                                                                  **************************************************************************************

Hui: Tbh he was busy judging your singing to notice your performance       Backstage after your performance: *lecturing you about your singing*

Hui: Hey y/n you did a great job out but during your solo you were a little off key, so I am going to coach from now on.

You: *thinking back to the last time he tried to coach you and the huge fight you got into and stop talking to each other for like a month*                  “you know I think it would be best if I do this myself it could help me grow as a singer” 

You make up some random excuse so you guys don't have to go through that again.

Originally posted by jniho

Jinho: Hein be would be giggling and laughing because he felt awkward, he had never seen this side of you before.

Kino: You’re really enjoying the performance, huh? *weird look*

Jinho: No this is just weird; do you think it’s weird? 

Originally posted by definitelythis

Hongseok: He would just be really confused

“She was doing agyeo like 2 minutes ago,. Does she have a split personality?” 

Originally posted by madtwn

Shinwon: He is actually enjoying the performance and he is happy to see a different side of you. He’s is also happy that you are comfortable with the concept and you don’t feel uncomfortable.

Originally posted by won-an

Yanan: *gif* he is just so cute ahhhhhhhhh!

Originally posted by yeo1

Yeo One: He would just be questioning everything and he doesn't get how he never saw how sexy you are.

*in his head* “What is happening? What is she wearing? has she always been this sexy and I've never noticed? Am I not a good boyfriend? What is life even?”

Originally posted by neweraidols

Yuto: Honestly he did realize it was you up there until tour solo came on and he recognized your voice.

Originally posted by jjaebs

E’Dawn: Like Hongseok he would be really confused.

E’Dawn: *babbling to himself* “Why is she like this? She was just making me look at cat videos with her. Now I feel like I am watching one of Hyuna subnae’s performances.”

Originally posted by 94dawn

Wooseok: Y/N are you gonna dress like that all the time now. Well, I already intimidate a lot of guys with my height so you could if you want to but I want the old y/n back.

to say the least you would have to spend the next hour explain that this was just a concept and you were really changing.

Originally posted by woozeok

Kino: Dancing along to your performance and actually really enjoying it.

“That's my girl!”

Originally posted by j-1-n-h-0

BM talking about Twice on arirang sound k radio 170320
  • [BM and female host talking about Knock Knock]
  • BM: arrrggh they're so cute!
  • Host: oppa I can't have this [i can't understand her] coming out, you know, like your true emotions coming out in this program.
  • BM: I'm just talking as their fan!
  • Host: mmhmm
  • BM: I'm just a fan of them!
  • Host: he's like a fan of everybody I swear.
  • BM: I am.
  • Host: at least he doesn't discriminate.
  • BM: I don't.
  • Host: so what was so cool about this music video?
  • BM: well the song isn't like super motivational or anything like that, but it's just super cute and I also need to wake up in a good mood.
  • Host: what's cute? Like the girls are cute or the music video is cute?
  • BM: the music video, the girls, the voices, um, the girls, um, the voices.
  • Host: okay if you had to pick one person in twice-
  • BM: [before she finished the sentence] momo
  • Host: momo? Momo was the cutest in the music video?
  • BM: yes.
  • Host: really?
  • BM: oh wait no. Not this music video, I'm just-
  • Host: oh you're just a momo fan.
  • BM: yeah I'm just a momo fan.
  • Host: oh there you guys go, he's a momo fan. Now you know his preference.
  • BM: in this music video, uh, who's the very tall one? With the short hair? [he's thinking of jeongyeon but he can't remember her name]
  • Host: the very tall one? Um...in twice?
  • BM: yeah. the tallest one with the short hair.
  • Host: they're all kind of the same height.
  • BM: no no no. There's one that's like, a little bit taller.
  • Host: is she Korean?
  • BM: yeah she's Korean.
  • Host: um...Tai [shes thinking of tzuyu but can't pronounce her name]
  • BM: I forget her name, but the one with short hair.
  • Host: Ohh! Her sister is an actress. [she's referring to jeongyeon's sister, Gong Seungyeon] Right? That's who we're talking about. I know who we're talking about.
  • BM: yeah yeah yeah. She came out really cute.
  • Host: oh really?
  • BM: yeah she was really cute in the music video. Super cute.
  • Host: is this a music video that you'd want to wake up to in the morning?
  • BM: yes. You know what I realized? All twice members have really really nice smiles.
  • Host: they're a girl group. They should have nice smiles.
  • BM: I know but like, they all have-
  • Host: it's like super bright.
  • BM: yeah!
  • Host: they have like little vitamins.
  • BM: yeah, like little vitamins. Sometimes when you see someone smile, like they don't look like all very happy. You know how some people have that very cold smile when they smile?
  • Host: where it looks like they're just smiling because they have to?
  • BM: yeah. But they all look like very happy and like...they have really nice smiles. I don't know.
  • Host: well twice if you're listening BM thinks you have wonderful smiles.

anonymous asked:

Honestly after all these years I'm still disappointed Sakura never had a showdown against sasuke. Like at least then I could've respected sasusaku a bit more? All I needed was for her to just put her foot down ONCE against him and just say "NO". I feel like it would've been much better development for Sakura's character. Imagine at the kage summit instead of naruto swooping in to save her she could've just reached up and grabbed sasuke's wrist and like kicked him off of her or something!

NB to people who may or may not find this in search: since the Anon already wrote “sasusaku” this might show up if you search “sasusaku”, that’s not my fault. I’m not crosstagging intentionally. I suggest searching with the # in front, this is a little thing that will generally improve your results when searching. Anti-SS content follows!

One thing I’ve noticed about people who are sincere SS shippers and create fan content (not dark content, that is, happy content) is that Sakura is herself, that is, she’s the Sakura we recognize from when Sasuke isn’t around, instead of just being a blushing, submissive mess 24/7, like she is in canon whenever she interacts directly with Sasuke.

I don’t think Sakura was ready to face down Sauce at the Kage summit–either in terms of her emotional development or her ninja strength–but oooooh did I want Sakura to get angry when Sasuke pulled that “Kakashi, you’re as useless as Sakura now” bullshit. Like… excuse me, Mr. Won the Genetic Lottery, Powered Up on Ninja Steroids, and Blessed By a Literal God, sorry that Sakura didn’t get any of those deals, but if you weren’t paying attention, Naruto would be dead if it wasn’t for Sakura, and if Madara injures you, what exactly the fuck are you planning on doing? Karin ain’t around for you to bite.

Like… when people say “Oh, Sasuke is being harsh, but he’s just telling it like it is” NO. Have none of you played MMORPGs? If so, and you play a wizard-class character who is a glass cannon, do y’all tell the pure healer character before you go into a boss battle “Shut up, I’m directing here, you’re useless”?

No, you don’t do that, because healing is not useless, what the actual fuck is everyone smoking, everybody knows you kill the cleric first!!!!

Anyway I just want Sakura to have some fucking self-respect after all she’s worked for and all she’s accomplished WITHOUT genetic superpowers OR perverted snake bastards giving her drugs OR literal alien gods giving her power-ups and say “FUCK YOU, Sasuke, if you were a REAL leader who had an ounce of intelligence, you’d realize that I am extremely useful in this situation and you damn well should be GLAD that you have a healer around at all, let alone a healer that also can tank FFS.”

But we don’t get nice things.

And then we get Naruto Gaiden, where not only does Sakura not push to contact Sasuke and demand he teleport home every couple of years to see his kid for half an hour–is that too much to ask?–but gives absolutely no pushback when he publicly snubs her request for a goodbye kiss, hardly an unreasonable request to make of the supposed love of your life whose kid you’ve been raising solo for a decade. “Oh but Sasuke isn’t like that.” Bitch, Sakura is like that, why can’t Sakura’s emotional needs in this relationship ever come first? Why can’t Sasuke bend even the tiniest amount for her, when she’s folded so much for him she’s practically origami?

Anyway. I don’t hate the SS in the ending because of who is in it, and I definitely don’t hate SS shippers; I hate canon SS because of how it’s written, because of what is actually on the page in the manga. More than anything else, canon SS feels like a punishment of Sakura for friendzoning Naruto and a warning to all girls who might friendzone Nice Guys. “Don’t be like this,” Kishimoto warns. “See what happens if you choose the handsome asshole?”

anonymous asked:

Hi! Don't know if it counts as a prompt but Scully calling out Mulder for bailing her after she gets wine and cheese in Detour or Mulder's thoughts as he flees the room. Thanks!

This took me a while (I do have much older prompts in here and I am so sorry for being so slow). Just a fluffy piece for “Detour”. You’ll find a bit of the actual dialogue in the fic. Enjoy. 

“I was once told that the best way to regenerate body heat is to crawl naked into a sleeping bag with somebody who’s already naked.”

“Well, maybe if it rains sleeping bags, you’ll get lucky.”

“Scully, are you coming on to me?” Mulder chuckles as he snuggles closer to her, almost like a puppy or kitten. He’s wonderfully warm, she has to admit, but right now Scully wishes she could just push him away. His injury, of course, stops her from doing so.

“I was trying.” She mumbles under her breath, her fingers fumbling with the bullet. Mulder shifts against her, winces when he makes a wrong move, and then stares up at her. Definitely like a puppy.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing, Mulder,” annoyance creeps into her voice, “Just… I’m just trying to start a fire.” Mulder chuckles again and she can’t take it anymore. The bullet slips through her fingers, bounces off Mulder’s head and lands somewhere in the grass, swallowed by darkness.

“Why is that so funny?” Scully doesn’t even try to find the bullet. Anger rises inside her, sizzling and hot. Without even realizing it, she grips Mulder’s bicep hard and he squeaks.

“Are you trying to hurt me?” He grumbles against her.

“I was trying the exact opposite – Mulder, why do you think I brought over cheese and wine to your hotel room earlier?” There’s rustling as he tries to get more comfortable. Scully stares at his head where his hair is sticking up from being pressed against her. She feels the strong need to run her fingers through it.

“I- I don't… know.”

“You don’t know.” Now she feels like grabbing his hair and hurting him. Just a little bit.

“Well… of course I know, Scully… I just…”

“You just what? It’s fine when you flirt with me, throw innuendoes around like candy and when I make a move-”

“A move?” Mulder tries to sit up and Scully puts her hand on his arm to stop him; he’s not supposed to move around. Talking like this in the darkness where they can be close without looking at each other, maybe it’s the perfect opportunity.

“When I was fighting my cancer, I- was angry at the injustice of it and its meaninglessness. But I was also angry with myself, Mulder. I’d dedicated my time to this cause, to our work, and I was barely paying attention to my life. To the relationships in it.”


“No, Mulder. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve spent time with my friends? My mom and I used to have dinner together once a week. Did you know that? I don’t remember the last time I went on a date.”

“I’m sorry that I-” Scully shakes her head unaware that Mulder can’ see it in the darkness, with his own head in her lap.

“It’s not you, Mulder. It’s not… I don’t want to turn my life around. I love it. I love the work – well, most of the time I do. Right now, I’d rather be anywhere else than here. When I was at home recuperating, I called a few of my old friends. I no longer have anything in common with most of them and at first I was sad, but then I realized something when I spoke to my friend Ellen. I think I told you about her once… it doesn’t matter. She made me realize the thing I talked about, what I was most passionate about, is the work. And…” Scully can no longer keep her hand away from Mulder’s hair and she runs her finger through it gently, reveling in its softness.


“And you, Mulder. She asked me if you were the same guy I once called a cute jerk,”


“Oh shut up, Mulder. I don’t remember calling you that, but of course it’s you. I thought I could… when you fled the room earlier-”

“I didn’t flee the room.” This time when he tries to sit up, Scully doesn’t stop him. He grimaces in pain, but soon he’s sitting next to her. His face is close, his eyes fixated on hers. She wonders if he can see the fear in hers now. All the courage she felt earlier when she knocked on his door, in all the moments that led to her big finish, must have been lost here in the forest, running from yet another monster.

“Well all right, I did flee the room but not because… it’s not because I don’t want it, Scully. I do want it.”

“You do.”

“Now, don’t sound so skeptical.” There’s a smile in his voice, she can hear it, and her eyes are adjusted enough to make it out, too, playing there around his lips. “It’s just…”

“Not the right time.” Scully whispers, finishing his thought. Of course it’s not. She may have beat her cancer, has won this battle against all odds, but they’re left with even more questions, more lies. This is not their time. “You need to get some rest, Mulder. Lie back down.” Forget I ever said anything, she thinks, and it hangs there in the air.

“In a moment.” He says, staring at her intently, as if trying to figure out a particular difficult puzzle. Scully is about to ask him what he’s doing when he leans forward and captures her lips. She gasps, opening her mouth, and his tongue tentatively teases inside. She kisses him back, her hand on his bicep, holding him there. Before the kiss gets out of hand, before they both forget that this is not the moment, not the time and place, Scully lets go of his lips. Mulder’s eyes are still closed and he looks stupidly happy, the pain and their whereabouts temporarily forgotten.

“Now lie back down.” Scully whispers with her face still so close to his that they’re sharing the same air. He nods as his eyes remain closed and she helps him snuggle against her. They’re quiet for a long moment, listening to the unknown sounds of the forest.

“Why don’t you sing… something.” Mulder, his voice exhausted, asks as he cuddles closer to her.

“Mulder, you don’t want me to sing. I can’t carry a tune.” And just like that, she thinks, they’re back where they always are. A kiss doesn’t change their course, doesn’t change who they are. It’s a beginning, a ray of sunshine after the storm, and before she can think about it, Scully finds herself singing to Mulder out here in the woods, against all odds.

anonymous asked:

Hey Bonney how are you? I don't know if you are taking requests but could you please do a AU where Gray and Lucy get caught by Juvia and Natsu in a very suggestive position (by accident of course) I love you so much, your work is absolutely amazing!

Gray wasn’t a jealous man by nature. He was aware Juvia loved him and that wouldn’t change anytime soon. Was he a little possessive when he noticed other people were taking an interest in her? Sure. He wasn’t blind: she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen and other people, men and women, would be interested in her. As long as they just looked, there was nothing he could do about it other than stand a bit too close to her so they knew she was taken.

Someone else touching her, though, was a problem.

It was what irritated him the most about Lyon’s crush on her: his hands on her, holding hers, an arm around her shoulder, a hand on her lower back… It annoyed the hell out of Gray.

Most of the time, though, Gray didn’t get jealous, Juvia was the jealous one in the relationship.

That day, though, he had met Lucy in the market and had spent a couple of hours together while he helped her with finding a good gift for Natsu to give him at their one year anniversary, alongside with Happy, and when they arrived at the Guild and were told their significant other was in a closed room, they went to get them while Happy flew away to find Charle.

The scene they saw in front of their eyes when they opened the door made both of them stop on their tracks.

Juvia was lying on the floor, Natsu on top of her. The pair looked their way, surprised to see them there.

“What’s… happening?” Lucy asked, slowly because Gray didn’t seem to have wrapped his mind around what he was seeing.

“Um… We were… practising, Lucy-san.” Juvia looked up to Natsu, who snorted and started to laugh when Juvia fell into a fit of giggles.

Gray frowned when Natsu rested his forehead on Juvia’s shoulder, still laughing. He glanced at Lucy and saw the blonde wasn’t seeing the humour either.

“Maybe you two should get up.” Gray offered, taking a step closer to them. He knew Juvia would never cheat on him, he trusted Natsu with his life, knew his best friend loved Lucy and he also knew his barely contained jealousy had no reasoning at all but he was only human and seeing his girlfriend under another guy was pushing it.

“Oh, right.” Natsu nodded and got up, offering a hand to Juvia, who took it. “I’d say I’m getting better, what do you think?” He told her, clearly joking.

Juvia laughed. “Oh, definitely. Juvia thinks you are almost an expert by now.”

“What’s happening, exactly?” Lucy asked wanting more answers and Gray could see rather clearly she had the same internal battle he did.

“Natsu-san wanted to learn how to properly dance so he wouldn’t step on your toes when you two went to celebrate your anniversary.” Juvia told them. “Juvia was teaching him.”

“If I step on her toes, it doesn’t hurt her because she turns herself into water.” He shrugged. “Better than stepping on real toes.”

“Juvia doesn’t mind helping.” The Water Mage shrugged.

Well, that made sense. Gray thought, rather relieved - as crazy as it sounded when speaking of Juvia and Natsu, just about the two most upfront and blunt people in Fairy Tail. They were quite clear and direct about whom they were interested in and both were very bad liars so it made zero sense to suspect anything.

Jealousy didn’t need to make sense, though.

“Alright, lesson’s over.” Gray, annoyed, took the hand Natsu was still holding into his and put a hand on Juvia’s lower back, pushing her towards the door.

“What put your panties in a bunch?” Natsu asked, confused and when Gray looked down to Juvia, she was just as confused as the Dragon Slayer.

Of course the two of them would be freaking clueless.

“Could you…?” Gray asked to Lucy who sighed and nodded, turning to her boyfriend while Gray led Juvia out of the room.

“Gray-sama?” He didn’t let her stop, pushing her lightly until they were out of the Guild. “Um… Where are we going? You are in a… bad mood.”

“My place.” Gray told her and finally stopped for a moment to look at her. “Look, I’m in a bad mood because it’s not very pleasant to see my girlfriend and my best friend being so cozy together.” He saw her expression of surprise and disbelief. “Yes, I know it was all pretty innocent because you two can be the most forward people I’ve ever seen and still be the most clueless and innocent too. Don’t know how you manage that, by the way. The thing is, it annoyed the hell out of me so I better get far from him and have you close, alright? Alright.” He answered his own question and tried to walk again but Juvia didn’t move. “Juvia, come on.”

“Are you really jealous?” Juvia was clearly surprised.

“I am not.” Gray denied too fast.

“You are.” The blunette realized. “Oh my god, you are jealous of Juvia and Natsu-san? That makes no sense, Gray-sama! Water and fire do not mix well! Besides, Juvia loves Gray-sama and Natsu-san loves Lucy-san.”

Gray groaned, annoyed. “Yes, I know all that. Just… I need no people other than you around for a bit, okay? People and their stupid hands they can’t seem to keep to themselves.” He mumbled the last sentence and finally made Juvia move.

The Water Mage ler him guide her for a few moments before she spoke. “Juvia kinds of like seeing Gray-sama jealous. At least it’s not only her.” She told him. “Is it wrong?”

Yes.” He told her and stopped when she pulled his hands, she kissed his lips when Gray looked her way. The gesture calmed him down a bit.

“Juvia is Gray-sama’s and Gray-sama’s only.”

He sighed; her sincerity made him feel a lot better. “I know.”

“Alright, let’s go to your place so Juvia can reassure you in any way she can” she said, suggestive, “that she has no intention of cheating on you. Ever.”

Gray snorted but let her pull his hand towards his apartment, feeling better, the green-eyed monster at bay for the moment with the promise of her reassurance when they got alone.


AN: I wrote the "wrong” duos haha I hope it was alright, though haha 😂

anonymous asked:

I remember you saying that one of your favorites hotmess aus was the laundry mat one where the person puts their clothes into the washer and it's full of blood, would you be willing to write it for my birthday today involving Minhyuk? You really don't have to since my birthday isn't that significant but I would just like to see how you'd interpret it for Minhyuk. Murderer, assassin, clumsy college student that ran into the door and got a nosebleed

you’re right, this is absolutely one of my favorites!! 
i wrote it for jun once before, but you know what it’s your birthday and you deserve this au if you want it!!! hope your birthday is stellar!!!~~

  • so it’s like 7 am and you’re at the laundromat because it’s empty, literally no one gets up this early to do chores, so you have the whole place to yourself which is good because tbh laundry can get kind of weird to do with 30 other people watching you fold your underwear
  • and plus you get to put on your headphones and dance around as badly as you want while you wait for your stuff to get washed
  • which is exactly what you do after getting everything in the washer
  • and you don’t notice the other person come in, shirt stained and soaked with blood, obviously disoriented and very v e r y much in pain
  • and you’re just ,,,,,,,,,dancing it the heck away. listening to monsta x because wow they’re really good???? why haven’t they won on music shows yet- anyway
  • this bloody person, who is trying to fish coins out of their pocket to no avail, sees you and is like “h-help,,,,,”
  • but your ears are blocked so you don’t even know he’s there
  • not until you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder and you freeze in fear and your first instinct is whoever’s hand it belongs to must be a ghost because no one else is here and therefore the only plausible reaction is to punch this ghost
  • which is what you do, you land a swing right into the persons chest and when you do you realize no ghost,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,can have a physical body so holY SHIT YOU JUST HIT SOMEONE
  • and when you turn around you see all the blood and your eyes almost fall out of your head you’re like “DID I DO THAT???”
  • and the bloody boy is in too much pain to answer and you’re like oh no oh no oh no and you quickly put your hand on his back to support him and move him to one of the benches and you’re like “wait here!!!” and you run to find a towel or something to help stop the bleeding but all there is is paper towels from the bathroom??? and you’re like this will have to do
  • and you get a whole wad of the it and run back and try to dab at the blood on this boy’s face and hands and you’re apologizing one hundred times you didn’t know hitting someone in the chest made them bleed so hard
  • but only when the person sort of regains their composure does he manage to give you a really weak smile and he’s like
  • “you,,,,,,didn’t make me bleed. i ,,,,,, got a really bad nosebleed on my morning run,,,,,,,,,and this was the first place i saw,,,,,,,,so,,,,,,,,”
  • and you’re like oH so my punch???? didn’t almost kill you
  • and he’s like no,,,,,,but it did hurt and you’re like sORRY
  • and he’s like “im minhyuk by the way,,,,,,” and you tell him your name too and you’re like “did you want to wash your shirt since it has blood on it??” and he nods and explains that he can’t really walk back into his building like this. his roommates will think he’s crazy
  • and you’re like “here let me wash it as an apology for punching you when you were already,,,,,,,,,,well,,,,,,,you know.”
  •  and he gives a small laugh but says he has some coins it’s fine but you’re like no no i have to do this
  • and you can’t believe it but you’re pulling a bloody shirt out of some cute boys arms in the middle of the morning like what is happening
  • but you get it in the washer and there’s blood everywhere and you’re like yikes
  • but then you see minhyuk is just sitting there. shirtless,,,,,,and you look away quickly when he catches your eye and you try to focus on the washer
  • but minhyuk is like “oh,,,,,by the way were you dancing when i came in?” and you’re like UH,,,,,kinda,,,,,,, but it’s embarrassing so forget it
  • and minhyuk is like “i like to dance too! what song were you listening to?”
  • and you get out your phone and sit back beside him and hand him an earphone and put the song back on
  • and you guys go through your playlist and when you look up it’s kind of silly to see him sitting there with paper towel stuck up his nose to make sure the bleeding doesn’t start again
  • but also your arm brushes against his bare skin and you get goosebumps because right right shirtless,,,,
  • but minhyuk doesn’t even seem to notice,he just scoots closer to you and says that he knows the dances to most of these songs
  • and once your laundry is done and so is minhyuk’s shirt
  • you put everything in the dryer, minhyuk insists on helping but you get shy about him seeing your laundry so you’re like just rest,,,,,,,
  • and minhyuk’s dries faster because it’s one shirt and when he slips it back on he thanks you for helping him out
  • and you’re like no problem!!! sorry for,,,,,,,punching you again but minhyuk just laughs - this time much louder and with more happiness behind it
  • and you notice how cute he looks when he laughs, and how he throws his whole head back like,,,,,,,how adorable
  • and he’s like “it’s ok, im used to it i live with 6 other guys!” and you’re like woah what 
  • and minhyuk nods and he’s like “i want to help you carry your laundry but i have to go because ive been gone for too long, but -”
  • and he motions to your phone and you hand it to him and he puts in his contact and gives it back like “but let’s meet up sometime! maybe we can go play dance dance revolution or something hehe” and you’re like h eY,,,,are you making fun of me
  • and minhyuk is grinning like no no i think your dancing was cute, i wanna see more
  • and you’re like sH,,,,,,,,,but he only nods and is like “text me when you’re free, we can go dancing or get something to eat. ill try not to get a nosebleed.” 
  • and you giggle at his joke as he flashes a peace sign and leaves
  • and you’re standing there with only the sound of the drying machine
  • well until you the woman who runs the place comes by and looks at the blood on the floor and is like “what have you been up to?” and you’re like I CAN EXPLAIN 

anonymous asked:

I was wondering how the chocobros would react if their s/o told them they were pregnant at an early age and they're the father? Like around high school—maybe as Seniors or Juniors? You don't have to do it if you don't want to but thank you for your time!

I’ve actually been so excited to write this prompt?? I feel like there’s some good angst/fluff breeding ground right here (get it? Puns haha). I’m going to be addressing this topic not in a negative manner per se, but a less favorable one, as pregnancy in high school for many people can be a very scary thing that they aren’t prepared for.

(PS. Let’s pretend that Ignis and Gladio also went to public school during their teenage years)

Hope this is close to your liking, anon!


You’re scared. Very, very scared.

At first, you don’t believe the test. So you take another. Then another.

All positive.

And you feel like you’re about to throw up— this time not because of the morning sickness. The second thing you do after watching the second little red line appear on the stick for the third time is cry. You thought you were being safe, you thought…

You didn’t think enough, obviously. And now you have to deal with the aftermath.

You don’t work up the courage to tell your family. You can’t. Not yet.

First, you have to tell the father.

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Flags (Part Two)(#PrideFic)

Happy Pride Month!
Welcome back to our Spideypool #Pride Fic

Enjoy :)

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It was already the next weekend before Peter sat down on his bed and pulled out the card from “Pansexual Man.”

He turned it over and over in his hands, tracing the rainbow lettering, the raised numbers, tapping it against his lips as he closed his eyes and relived that fucking kiss that had been keeping him up at night and had him daydreaming through classes.

The mysterious stranger with incredible blue eyes and a mouth that had been chapped but perfect and a hard thick body that had been on display for everyone to look at and ogle and touch

And Peter had barely got to touch.
Damn he should have touched!

Peter dropped back into his pillows, running a hand down his chest to his belt, hesitating. It seemed… wrong to do this while thinking about a stranger at a Pride event. He didn’t even know the mans name. All he had was a card.

And that fucking kiss.

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Does anybody else ever think about the fact that Peter Parker probably doesn’t expect to live past his mid-thirties?!

  • And he would just accept it too. Like one day he thought, “logically it is probably correct to assume one of my rogues will get the upper hand and kill me. I’d be stupid to think otherwise.”
  • And this boy just kind of lives life with this fact from now on???? It becomes a background thought, something that he knows he can’t change, so he doesn’t really worry about it.
  • I’m not saying Peter would be actively trying to die, but he would just always have the thought that is could be soon, it could be tomorrow. You never really know in his line of ‘work’.  
  • So he just never plans to get married, never thinks about having kids, because in his opinion he’ll be lucky to finish college.
  • And I doubt he would even realize how morbid that kind of mindset is. Really at this point, it doesn’t really bother Peter. He’s just like- “I mean I’ll try to prevent it, but there is only so much I can do.”
  • And I imagine that after a few comments his friends would start to catch on.
  • Like one day Johnny and Peter were baking in the Baxter building (okay, Johnny was doing the baking, Peter was doing the eating) and they are talking about what careers they would like to pursue, and Peter makes an off-handed comment about how whatever he does, he needs to make sure to leave Aunt May with enough money to support herself.
  • And Johnny’s all, “you mean to help support her, like when she can’t work anymore?” because that is not what it sounded like Peter’s meant at all, and Johnny’s gut is twisting inside of him.
  • And Peter looks like a deer caught in the headlights as he chokes on his cookie, “oh yeah, that’s what I mean. Yup. Y’know Flame Brain these are great cookies, top notch!”
  • And Johnny lets him deflect, but he makes it a point to listen for anything else that sounds like that. He doesn’t like it. Not one bit.
  • Or one day Peter is complaining to MJ and he says something about having a midlife crisis, and Mary Jane laughs and says “you can’t have a midlife crisis Pete, your 17.”
  • And Peter scoffs and says, “yeah, ‘mid-life crisis’, you have to be at the middle mark of your life, duh.” Before doing a double take and stuttering an “oh! Ha! Yup, you’re right hahah!” 
  • But it sticks with MJ. And now those innocent comments about having a mid-life crisis don’t seem so innocent anymore. 
  • Or one time when Gwen and Peter were on his roof trying to catch sight of any stars, and she was talking about her plans after college, how she wanted to leave the US and see the world before getting married. 
  • And Peter listened intently, but when she asks him about his own plans, he just kind of mumbled something about wanting to do anything with science. But other than that he just stays kind of quiet. 
  • And Gwen gets this nagging feeling that that means more than what it seems.
  • And I feel that the three friends would have a meeting about Peter, and just come to this realization that Peter doesn’t expect to live to 40, and it just breaks their hearts, but they don’t know what to do about it, they don’t know how to fix it

And it would be so much worse if it did happen too. 

Maybe they make it to 21/22yo, Peter has one year of college left, Gwen is planning a trip to Europe for the Summer, MJ just signed with an acting agency, and Johnny and Peter have an apartment together, and life is looking good, no one expects it to happen, because why would they? They are just getting started with life, they are young and happy, why would they think this would happen? 

And ‘boom’- the Fantastic Four were off planet and the Avengers were across the world, the Sinister Six attack the city and unmask Spider-Man on live TV and that’s it.

No one was there, no one was there to save Peter, and now he’s gone.

-New York is stunned and shocked, left to mourn their hero. 
-The News is blowing up with the footage of the public execution of the once beloved Spider-Man AKA Peter Parker.
-Aunt May is heartbroken, but so proud, so proud of her son. 
-Johnny blames himself, can’t help be wonder if he could have stopped it if he was there
-MJ leaves, can’t stand to be in NY anymore, not without Peter being there too. 
-Gwen is at a lost, feeling broken and unwhole without Peter. 

But at the same time, how can they be surprised?
Peter knew it would happen, had made his peace with it.
And if he saw it was coming, had expected it, how could they not have?

Happy Valentines Day

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“How are you doing today, buddy?” Your roommate asks as she plops down on the couch next to you. She knows that you’re a little down today because it’s Valentines day so you get to see a ton of couples posting pictures together, but you’ll spend most of the day just missing your boyfriend and trying not to be sad about the fact that you won’t be able to spend Valentines Day together.

“I’m alright.” You reply shortly, not wanting to complain because you really don’t have anything to complain about. You’re just lucky to have Shawn, and you’re proud of everything he’s accomplished, so you won’t let yourself be upset that he can’t be here and that you haven’t even heard from him all day.

“I’m sorry,” She says, even though you said you were alright, she knows you’re not exactly. “Have you talked to him today at least?” She questions.

“Nah, he’s sleeping I think?” You respond because he hasn’t replied to anything you’ve sent him yet, but you’re just assuming with the time zones its probably the middle of the night where he is.

“It’ll just be that much better the next time you see him,” She tries to offer support.

“Thanks, really. I’m fine. It’s not a big deal.” 

She smiles sadly at you, and you hate that she pities you even though she’s not doing it intentionally. At least she drops the subject and you get to talk about other things that puts you in a bit of a better mood and gets your mind off the fact that it’s Valentines Day and you haven’t even heard anything from your boyfriend even though it’s nearly three in the afternoon where you are.

You decide to take a shower, something that normally just helps you to get your mind of things that are bothering you. You’ve probably sent Shawn about ten messages and he hasn’t replied to anything. That’s unlike him, but you know he gets busy sometimes and it isn’t his fault. Or he could be sleeping. Either way it sucks that of all days, he chose Valentines day to not reply to your messages.

When you get out of the shower and get dressed you check your phone again, half expecting to have no notifications, but you’re surprised to see that Shawn has finally texted you. Happy Valentines Day babe xx and the next message asks, Did you get the flowers? You feel a little better. At least he sent flowers, but you hadn’t received any flowers.

You’re alive. No, I haven’t? You reply.

Oh comes his immediate response, and then They should be there soon, are you home?

Yeah You click send and are starting to text him asking about his day just to see how he is, but your doorbell rings. You wonder if it is the flowers he sent, and if it is you’re thinking how it is really weird timing since he had just talked about it. You shake off the thought and open the door without even bothering to look through the peephole. You see the flowers first, probably two dozen red roses. There are so many flowers that you can’t even see the person holding them. You’re about to try to thank the guy who delivered them when the person moves the flowers and you actually see his face. You have to stop yourself from screaming, and your hand goes to your shocked mouth. “Shawn?” You say, not believing your eyes.

“Your flowers are here, baby.” He says, a cheeky grin on his face.

You just hug him tightly, despite the flowers being slightly in your way, then you usher him inside. He hands you the vase of flowers and you quickly put them down before finding yourself back in his arms. “Happy Valentines Day, darling.” He says softly into your ear and you can’t stop yourself from thinking how it really is a happy Valentines Day now that he’s here.

anonymous asked:

Can you do RFA+V+Saeran reacting so someone saying something rude/racist to African American MC? I don't see enough of it if there is any :(. If that's not comfortable then that's totally fine

OH MY GOD it’s ok gurl i gotchu ppl so racist nowadays i’m !!!!! >:( also sorry this took forever :3


  • at first he’s too shocked to say anything
  • he’s just looking at that chick like 
  • excuse me? did you really just say that?
  • then he wakes up and
  • “What do you think you’re saying to MC? Her skin is anything but ‘gross’ you racist prick. Next time, take a look in the mirror before you insult my girl.”
  • *insert angry Yoosung emoji*
  • also this boy lmfao he stomps on that person’s foot and sticks out his tongue 
  • A+ for effort am i right or am i right


  • it’s kinda scary but super manly at the same time
  • he grabs that person by the collar and threatens tells him off real good
  • “Sir, please watch your mouth or I’ll watch it for you. And if you’re too idiotic to understand, it means that I’m ready to give you a knuckle sandwich anytime.”
  • did i just use a term back from the 2000s you bet i did it’s just so rad right
  • gurl that guy is peeing his pants
  • not that you’re surprised tho i mean you’re about to piss your pants just from watching him teach someone else a lesson
  • holy cow can he be scary sometimes


  • she didn’t register the words quite as fast as you’d think
  • but then when she DOES realize what that person just said
  • “Excuse me, please watch your mouth. We live in a multicultural and diverse community. If you wish to dispose of your filthy words, please do so in your own private area - preferably at yourself and not at others. Thank you for your cooperation”
  • ok now you weren’t sure if it was PROTECTIVE mode or BUSINESS mode but i gotta say, she looked p r e t t y c o o l
  • then she takes you by the arm and pulls you away from the bewildered lady (she’s shook)


  • he cocks one eyebrow up as if he’s amused at the comment his dinner party guest just made
  • “I’d like you to excuse yourself from this table, Mr. kfnjhkdbnerkng”
  • that guy just looks at Jumin like what??? I’m not a child why are YOU excusing ME from the table
  • “Did you not hear me clearly? This dinner no longer needs your presence. Please leave before you embarrass yourself more than you already have.”
  • after everyone leaves he apologizes to you and is like “I will NEVER allow anyone to say that about you ever again.”


  • it was all smiles and laughs at first cuz of like memes and whatever
  • but then his friend made a racist joke and Seven legit just stopped laughing
  • “It’s not funny.”
  • “What? C’mon, it’s a little bit-”
  • “No, it’s not, also if you didn’t notice MC is sitting right here. Do you realize how uncomfortable you just made her feel? Racist jokes aren’t funny, they’re just racist.”
  • people are just starin at Seven like he’s some wild animal (who knew he could be so serious)
  • anyway, the get together is over time to leaveee


  • he didn’t know it was racist
  • he just suddenly saw that you were upset and it was like WHO DID THAT
  • “Hey! what did you just say? MC isn’t happy anymore.”
  • that guy is like what what? nothing i didn’t say ANYTHING but they continued to laugh
  • so Saeran started to get mad
  • he slammed his fist on the cafe table and THREW HIS COFFEE AT THIS GUY


  • he does that eye squinting frown thing like when you hear something and you don’t feel good about it but you’re not sure if you should start yellin or wait a bit longer
  • you tell him you wanna leave but he’s like no wait lemme teach these girls a lesson
  • soooo he walks up to them and says something along the lines of this (y’all are at a bar btw)
  • “Hey, you know, I’d LOVE to buy you girls a drink, but I don’t think they sell mouthwash here. Bummer, huh? I really wanted to help clean those filthy mouths of yours.”
  • the sass is real

I hope that was okay. I’m not African American but I DO NOT TOLERATE RACISM like pls guys be nice. there’s only so many years you have to live so why spend time hating on others when you can compliment them and make friends and send love and just ???? share happiness 

~Cherry L.

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yarrayora  asked:

i dont actually follow overwatch but sometimes i think about symmetra having a hard time befriending people her own age because of her autism (like me) and she ends up great at connecting with kids

Oh my gosh, yarra, that’s such a friggin cute idea??

I can see one of things she’s really likes about children is how straight forward they are. Especially in the very competitive, corporate circles she tends to move in, interactions are very high stakes, tightly controlled, and nuanced. Satya has studied the communication for a long time – she probably spent more time memorizing facial expressions and tonal shifts than she ever did reading, which came easily to her. She’d get in trouble by the professors at the Academy for reading comics, thinking she was slacking, but the assigned classwork was too easy for her and she was actually using the stylized expressions in the comics to help her learn. So much is left unsaid during “grown up” conversations and she’s constantly on edge for that, so even when she’s not in a business sort of meeting she can find herself getting exhausted very easily. Making friends can be hard for a number of reasons, but definitely a prominent one is the fact that she feels like she can never let her guard down, can never fully trust them not to be secretly mocking or challenging her without her knowing. Even just being able to tell that someone wants to be her friend is baffling – more than once she has walked away from an interaction feeling mournful because she’d thought that person was quite enjoyable but sure that they weren’t interested in pursuing a friendship or relationship, while the other person is also feeling disappointed because apparently this charming intelligent woman wasn’t interested in them after all. Miscommunications are a bitch, and it’s a bitch Satya lives with all the time.

Children are so easy in comparison.  Satya never spent a lot of time with children growing up – she was taken from her family at a young age, and though she did see younger children in the Academy as she climbed through the ranks, she had little to do with them since they were in different classes and dorms than her and her more advanced classes. So the first time she was really forced to interact with a child she was very nervous – how are you supposed to take care of a child?? what if it cries?? do they talk the same, what if it wants to “play” with her?? she had no idea.

So she was pleasantly surprised by how easy it was to understand this small human.  They were so emotive, and so honest about what they were thinking.  Satya found it unspeakably refreshing and enjoyable. (And she grows rather offended when people act like their child is inscrutable and bizarre, like an incomprehensible alien rather than a human with their own agency and thoughts – all you have to do is listen.)

And the children really adore her as well!  Satya treats them differently than a lot of adults – she treats them very seriously and honestly, she’s keen to share what she knows and is always happy to learn more – “I will correct my mistakes” is one of my favourite quotes of hers, she is willing to acknowledge when she’s wrong about something and improve. So often I see adults that refuse to admit they’re wrong and that the child who corrected them is right, like it’s somehow a hit on their pride for a ~kid~ to know something better than them, and it’s a really gross way to teach kids who are still excited about learning, it should be encouraged and Satya definitely does that. If the child knows more about a certain subject than her, you can bet your ass she will be interested and accepting of this new information.  And if the child wants to learn things from her?  She can engage them in the “but why” game for ages and honestly quite enjoy herself.  She’ll also sit and listen with absolutely sincerity when the children are talking about whatever they’re interested in… even if she doesn’t get it at all.  She so completely understands being so passionately and wholly in love with something and not being able to talk about it (even in Vishkar, people get glassy eyed and annoyed if she starts trying to talk too excitedly about the complex mechanics and theories of hard-light manipulation) that she will happily sit and let their words wash over her as they tell her about a game, a show, a friend, a toy, a school subject. (Children, she has discovered, tend to be remarkably well-versed in subjects like dinosaurs, space, locomotion, and horses. Fascinating. She had never known so much about construction vehicles before meeting children.)

She might not always understand when someone is subtly trying to signal that they’d like to get drinks with her, but she absolutely understands when a child walks up, takes her hand, and tells her that they want to draw with her.

She’ll draw intricate pictures of castles and pirate ships and towers and cities, with the sort of effortlessness that comes from years and years of training, and then give them to the children she’s with and let them populate the buildings with princesses and heroes and dragons and monsters and heroes and omnics and familes all drawn in crayon over her sharp, neatly inked lines.

Plus, how would a child not be amazed by a lady who can create toys with a wave of her hand?? And she loves seeing children exercising their creative abilities – if they can draw her a “blueprint” (she’ll explain how professionals draw pictures of what things should look like before they’re made) and describe it to her, she’ll make it for them. And if it doesn’t work, if it’s not strong enough to support itself, or won’t move properly, she shows them why it doesn’t work and lets the child try again.  Adults so often underestimate the joy children get by being confronted by puzzles and challenges when they aren’t being graded but Satya understands.

I can imagine one Vishkar dinner.  I sort of feel like Vishkar (the bastards) are always leery about bringing Satya to social functions because they never quite know what sort of impression she’ll make and Vishkar is not the sort of business that likes things to behave with anything less than strict regularity.  But Satya is their prodigy and the head architect of many projects, and it would seem unprofessional of them for her not to be present.  As it happens, Satya isn’t overly fond of these functions either because of the strain that level of noise and bustle put on her as well as the stress from so much socializing, but Vishkar doesn’t give a damn about that, so she learns to cope.

So this one dinner is meant to be a big one hosted by Vishkar during one of the holidays for all sorts of clients and potential clients. It was encouraged to bring family – wives, husbands, and children – because they’re trying to emphasize a sense of warmth and love and community – a sort of yeah we’re totally the good guys, big old wholesome family values sort of corporation, let us bring this into your city with our beautiful designs.  All bullshit, but pretty bullshit.  A beautiful lie.

Anyways, most of the children are mingling in a specific room, “out of the grown-ups’ way” and Satya ends up wandering that way when she feels like she’s about to drown in a sea of mixing, conflicting voices and the increasingly sharp clatter of crystal and silverware. There she finds the children, some interacting with each other, but mostly bored out of their minds, stuffed in tight, fancy clothes and deprived of all forms of entertainment. Their parents brought them for the “look” of things, but they know its all business and has nothing to do with them, they could be in a hotel room watching tv right now.  Satya gravitates into their room, feeling the former tension gradually slide off and the need to stim fade until it was only a background longing rather than a crushing need that must be suppressed before her supervisors and superiors see her.

At the end of the evening, a considerable time after her superiors began to realize it had been a while since they’d seen her around the cocktails, she was found with the children, the room in disarray. All the children are shrieking, laughing – playing.  All of them have little blue hard-light toys.  Satya is there in the middle of it all, finally looking at peace, showing a small group of particularly building-oriented children how to use a projected wire frame to create three-dimensional designs. (Which is everything she wants from an evening – childhood curiosity and ingenuity, her special interest, and the ability to subtly stim with hard-light without being caught out.)

The Vishkar executives are mortified.  To see one of their top agents acting in such a way is unspeakable. Never have they been so embarrassed.

And yet – and yet – Vishkar receives several rather hefty offers of work in the following days.  It seems a number of important executives were impressed by how happy the children were at the end of a long business evening, and were even more impressed by the intricacy of the toys they brought home.  If this level of craft can be achieved on the fly, we look forward to seeing more work done by you in the future, Vishkar is told.  Satya isn’t punished, and she remembers it as being one of the most enjoyable evenings she had had in a very long time.

(She’s still in contact with one of the little girls who had been so intrigued by the wireframe – Satya might recommend her as a candidate for the Academy if her interest holds, and it seems very likely it will.)

Yeah, I dunno, I’m having a lot of feelings about this now. Imagine once she joins Overwatch and after a mission they end up with a bunch of distressed, traumatized children while they try to relocate parents. Everyone’s scrambling, trying to figure out how to calm them down, look for Ana because, hey, she’s a mom, how do you child???? Only to find a moment later that Symmetra of all people has gotten right into the centre of the children’s cluster and they’re all… surprising… calmer. (Everyone on the team is Baffled because they’ve know Symmetra mostly as a very rigid, professional, and cold sort of person, and yet her she seems to be all gentleness and sweetness – they start to realize maybe there’s more to the Vishkar retainer than meets the eye.)  Or heck, even just let her meet Törbjorn’s mob of kids! Give Satya kids!!

and while we’re on the subject, let her meet this child again, give me that angst I need it

The 100 ways to say 'I love you' OTH edition
  • 1. "Always and forever."
  • 2. "I wanted you to fight for me."
  • 3. "Don't say I never gave you anything."
  • 4. "Hey, pretty girl."
  • 5. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
  • 6. "This is how I spent my summer, wanting you."
  • 7. "You are not allowed to quote from my letters."
  • 8. "You are not an idiot, not even close."
  • 9. "I needed to hear your voice."
  • 10. "Didn't you miss me while you were away?"
  • 11. "This is gonna work, right?"
  • 12. "When are we gonna get to that kissing part?"
  • 13. "I am the guy for you, ____."
  • 14. "You told me to fight for you and I did."
  • 15. "Please stay."
  • 16. "It means a lot to me to know you are here."
  • 17. "Why won't you ever just let me all the way in?"
  • 18. "I’ve given exactly two of these embarrassing speeches in my entire life, and they’ve both been with you."
  • 19. "I miss this, you know? Talking to you."
  • 20. "I need you to need me back."
  • 21. "Can I help you?"
  • 22. "I’m here for you forever."
  • 23. "You always make everything better for me."
  • 24. "Hoes over bros?"
  • 25. "You have me no matter what."
  • 26. "I wish you would've told me."
  • 27. "We made it, didn’t we?"
  • 28. “You think I need to see you with my eyes to know what’s going on with you.”
  • 29. "You're always saving me."
  • 30. "I can't live without you."
  • 31. "When all my dreams come true, the one I want next to me... It's you."
  • 32. "Nothing will happen to you, I promise."
  • 33. "It’s always gonna be there, isn’t it? Me and you?"
  • 34. "I sort of like you, you know that?"
  • 35. "I want all the same things you want."
  • 36. "I don't hate you."
  • 37. "Your art matters. It’s what got me here."
  • 38. "Or I can stay if you want."
  • 39. "I wanna have everything with you."
  • 40. "It didn’t mean anything."
  • 41. "It won't happen again."
  • 42. "That girl has been nearly impossible to find but worth every second of the wait."
  • 43. "Maybe I can wish something for you."
  • 44. "You look skinny as ever."
  • 45. "You deserve this."
  • 46. "You’ve taught me to trust."
  • 47. "You see the world in a way that no one else does."
  • 48. "You appreciate everything."
  • 49. "There’s no one in the world like you."
  • 50. "I like it when you get me."
  • 51. "I’m happy to be gotten."
  • 52. "You make sad look beautiful."
  • 53. "I realized how empty my world was without you in it."
  • 54. "Hey, gorgeous."
  • 55. "You don't know me well enough to judge me."
  • 56. "Actually, I feel like I do know you."
  • 57. "We’re us, _____."
  • 58. "You’re sexy when you play football."
  • 59. "You look even more beautiful than in my dreams."
  • 60. "You should know I plan on making every one of your dreams come true."
  • 61. "I could have held you in my arms forever and it still wouldn’t have been long enough."
  • 62. "I need you to get past this."
  • 63. "You are too amazing to carry this around."
  • 64. "Every song ends, is that any reason not to enjoy the music?"
  • 65. "Everything was so much simpler when it was just you and me."
  • 66. "I gotta be honest with you, I could never officially give you away."
  • 67. "Because my world is better with you in it."
  • 68. "I will always be there for you."
  • 69. "I will always protect you."
  • 70. "Can I stay with you tonight?"
  • 71. "I just don’t want to do anything to drive you away."
  • 72. "I don’t want to be that guy anymore."
  • 73. "I wanna be somebody that’s good enough to be seen with you."
  • 74. "We made it."
  • 75. "Thank you for believing in me."
  • 76. "I am not going anywhere."
  • 77. "I don’t ever want to lose you."
  • 78. "Till kingdom come."
  • 79. "But everything is better with you."
  • 80. "I miss you in forever ways."
  • 81. "I like you, more than you know."
  • 82. "You are the devil, aren't you?"
  • 83. "I do like waking up to you."
  • 84. "It's unbelievable how much I hate you."
  • 85. "They are great. So are you."
  • 86. "I promise you I’ll still feel the same way about you that I do right now."
  • 87. "I’m voting for her because of her heart and her spirit."
  • 88. "Do you know how terrible it is to be disconnected from your best friend?"
  • 89. "I could’ve loved the girl in this picture."
  • 90. "I'm gonna miss you most of all."
  • 91. "How can you not see that?"
  • 92. "I remember looking in that mirror and telling you how special you are."
  • 93. "Girls just want somebody to want them back."
  • 94. "What's underneath all the clothes?"
  • 95. "I wanted to come see you because I knew something was wrong."
  • 96. "Forgiveness is love, you know?"
  • 97. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me."
  • 98. "It's absolutely your business."
  • 99. "My home is your home now."
  • And...
  • 100. "I love you, you know that?"

brendinhascuti  asked:

sorry for my bad english~ OH, I M SO HAPPY YOU ARE BACK! I LOVE YOUR BLOG SO MUCH! I only discovered you when you had already closed the request, then, THANK YOU FOR RETURNING! I don't know if anyone ever asked for it, or if it's a bad theme for you, and I'm sorry if it's ~but I really like that fluffy~ With Candy wanting to wait until marriage, but she's afraid and doesn't want to force him to do it (Kentin and Lysandre CauseTheyAreTheRomanticGuys) Sorry again, if you don’t want, THANKS ANYWAY

(Awww!! Thanks so much <3 I’m glad to have returned FINALLY. Glad you stuck around!)

  • Well first of all like I said before Kentin isn’t even looking for sex in a relationship, it’s just not something that he finds important. A bonus? Yes, but necessary? No.
  • Sex probably isn’t even brought up until you guys start to get more intimate with each other. Maybe a make out session turns into something more, a few articles of clothing get lost and he realizes “This is actually happening what am I supposed do???”
  • Kentin is probably already nervous enough as it is, but he can tell something’s off by the way you keep looking off to the side with this conflicted look on your face. He stops immediately and cups your face in his hands.
  • “If you don’t want to do this we can wait, babe.” And he means it. He won’t even be disappointed, if anything he’s quite relieved if you want to wait because he’s freaking out on the inside no matter how badly he wants to do it.
  • You look back and say “But I don’t want to make you wait that long, it’s not fair to you…”
  • “What do you mean by that?”
  • “I want to wait until marriage but I don’t want to make you wait if you don’t-“
  • He cuts you off with a gentle kiss and wraps you in his arms. “Stop it, I’m not going to be upset over something like that. Cuddling is better anyways.” He brings you into his chest and pecks your forehead. “I’d never make you do anything you wouldn’t want to do.”
  • Sex is definitely the last thing on Lysander’s mind when it comes to dating as well. He dates for the emotional connection, the bonding part. While he does like to be physically connected as well, he doesn’t care if things stay purely innocent. 
  • Really it doesn’t even cross his mind until you bring it up to him, questioning him about it but not getting to the point. Rosalya probably talked to you about “pleasing your boyfriend” or something.
  • “L-Lys, how do you feel about sex?”
  • “What??” He’s confused at the sudden topic.
  • “You know, what do you think about it?”
  • “Mm, well…” Lysander thinks it’s something that should be very special, as cliché as that sounds. I don’t see him as someone who’s willing to have his first time with someone he doesn’t genuinely care and feel strongly for. He’s very romantic about the whole idea. “Why are you suddenly asking about this?”
  • “Well, because I want to wait until marriage but I don’t want to make you wait that long if you don’t want to…”
  • After hearing this he actually feels a bit upset and a little angry at the fact that you’d want to sacrifice something for the sake of his hormones? “Y/N, I would never make you do something for the sake of my wellbeing, you should know that by now. I would never take something like that away from you if you truly didn’t want me to.”
  • He takes your face into his hands and kisses over your eyelids, giving you a small smile. “I’m perfectly fine with waiting until then, love.” He says as he intertwines his fingers with yours, kissing the back of your hand. (lowkey implying he’s gonna marry you)

Okay, so I was talking in my other post how fucked up it is that straight people press their sexuality on queer people because they see them as “broken”, even to the point of intentionally hurting their own family members, and it reminded me of something that happened to me awhile back.

Firstly, it must be understood that my brother has been trying to hook me up with someone, specifically a guy, for years. One, because I’m a virgin (gasp!), Two, because I’m on the asexual spectrum and have never been interested in sex whatsoever, and Three, because I’m biromantic and he apparently can’t stand the thought of me pairing off with a woman instead of man, with whom I could have a million babies and be the perfect nuclear family and blah blah blah … (My brother is disturbingly obsessed with carrying on one’s genetics–especially if you’re smart and white–but that’s some shit for another day)

Alright, so, knowing all this, I once (stupidly, apparently) told him about this guy who was passively interested in me.

Now, this guy was already in a happy relationship with someone else. He’d just expressed attraction to me, no pressure to do anything. It wasn’t a come on or an invitation. Just stating that I was attractive, basically. I was telling my brother how I liked the guy, but he wasn’t the type of person I’d date, and my brother suddenly got mad at me.

Mind you, this guy wasn’t even TRYING to date me. Wasn’t asking. Said he was happy where he was. And I had told my brother that.

But my brother got all up in my face about “turning him down” because I “wasn’t giving him a chance!” My brother had literally never met or heard about this guy until now, and had no idea what kind of a person he was. But he was rooting for this stranger to hook up with me, even though I explicitly stated I wasn’t interested. This is the same brother, by the way, that has continually insinuated that he would casually threaten any new boyfriend I got by greeting them on the porch with a shotgun (in order to somehow “protect me” from being mistreated by them, presumably).

Basically, he had it in his head that his fellow males’ gratification was more important than his own sister’s decisions or wellbeing. He literally knew NOTHING about this guy, but the dude’s potential desires (not even explicit desires!) were a bigger deal than my freedom of choice. What more can I think, when my brother knew nothing more about the guy than that he was a guy? It seemed to me that, to my brother, the mere idea of maleness formed an inherently closer bond to him than that of kinship, sibling kinship nonetheless.

He all but says he’ll shoot any guy that brings me harm, but he’ll get angry at me on behalf of someone he’s never met, just because they *might* be attracted to me, even if I wasn’t attracted to them?

That’s fucked up in itself, and that’s not even considering that he knew the guy was already happy with another girl.

So, to my brother, not only was this random guy’s “efforts” (at getting close to me) more important than his own sister’s feelings or safety, and deserving of reward, my brother was perfectly happy to have some OTHER girl, the guy’s ACTUAL girlfriend, suffer in order for this guy to get with me. He was more worried about this guy potentially getting “friendzoned” than he was about his sister potentially ending up in a unfulfilling relationship (best case) or (worst case) being bodily harmed.

That’s about when I realized that my brother, despite what he may believe, was never on “my” team.

Now, I did realize all this as the conversation was happening–that he prioritized the imaginary longings of stranger over his own sister–and I told him as much, and how disturbing I found it. How, even if the guy WAS interested in dating me (and possibly cheating on his girlfriend??) it didn’t matter how much he was nice to me if I wasn’t interested in him, too. That me not being attracted to everything that came my way wasn’t some kind of personal failing or betrayal.

He did take a step back then, and seem to reevaluate his own logic, which was really refreshing to see. But he still, though sheepishly, maintained that I should “give the guy a chance”.

I told him something to the effect of “No thank you, I can make my own decisions like a big girl,” and walked off to have the spaghetti I’d been cooking.

This story is less about me getting my brother to check himself and more about me realizing how prevalent this kind of fucked up narrative is in society, where heterosexuality and sex are prioritized to the point of degrading other kinds of cultural ideals that are supposed to keep us safe. Where friendship is devalued in comparison to a romantic relationship. Where your own family might be perfectly happy to throw you (and possibly others) under a bus if it means you’ll live up to their idea of social norms. Where your opinion doesn’t matter when it comes to your own relationships because you couldn’t possibly know what’s best for yourself.

I am sick and tired of this rhetoric. It is ancient and harmful and it needs to go.

On that note, I’ll leave you with one of my favorite old “oh shit realization” memes, which is essentially what I tried to explain to my brother:

anonymous asked:

An imagine about reacting to Barba's secret?

A/N: This turned out to be more angst filled than I expected. A big thank you to @ohbelieveyoume​, on whose blog I found the title of this imagine and with that the inspiration to write it. Let me know what you think

I strode into Barba’s office, and as calmly as I could asked, “How did you not tell about this?”

Without even looking up from his paperwork he said,  “It was a long time ago.”

“1776 was a long time ago but we are still feeling its effects.” How could he dismiss me like that? Trying to be civil I sank into the chair opposite his desk. 

He looked up at me and said. “I’m sorry… actually I’m not. I did what I thought was right.” He said it with a look that could have gotten him into “there but for the grace of God go I” society.  

“Without looking at the consequences?” I didn’t really want this fight. We were supposed to go to a Bed and Breakfast this weekend. I wanted to celebrate not have a knock out drag out fight.

“I was fully aware of the consequences.” At least he was looking at me now.

“You just never thought you’d get caught. We have these rules for a reason. I love you and your bleeding heart, but come the fuck on! Why would you…?”

“Because I needed to put him away.”

“So you ruined that woman’s life and with that her daughter’s life. You knew full well that she was going to buy cocaine. You didn’t care if she overdosed. Not to mention that having someone under the influence testify is fifty kinds of wrong. You just wanted your conviction. It didn’t matter probably didn’t hurt that it boosted your conviction rate.” Now he was angry. I had been wrong. I did want this fight. I needed him to realize how stupid he was.  

“He was a…”

“I don’t fucking care how bad he was. I don’t care if he was Satan incarnated. You have any idea what this means for you? They are going to go through every one of your cases, to see who else you “helped” along. You’ve effectively insured that you will never work again. Not only will you be disbarred, you’ll hung out to dry by everyone, and that’s not to mention the charges you could be facing. She was high on the stand Rafael! That makes her testimony invalid, and if this guy has 2 brain cells he’ll appeal his conviction and be out by the end of business, and then sue you for more than you’re worth.”

I took a breath and realized I was standing again.

“So? All that matters is that he’s behind bars.” He said this as if it was obvious, as if anyone else would have made the same call.  

“You don’t seem to get it. This “ends justify the means” bullshit doesn’t fly with me.” 

I felt like grabbing him, and shaking the gravity of situation into him. He stood up to fully face me, bracing his hands on his desk.

“Is this about me and my “transgression” or about you protecting your boss?”  

Without a thought I slapped him. He recoiled in stunned silence that I used to take a steadying breath and as evenly as I could I say:

“You want to know what I would have done if I just cared about my job? I would have put out a statement saying that “I had no knowledge of your actions and that I cannot condone any such actions.” That would have been it, but guess what I’m here. I am not even sure why anymore… You know what the worst part is? The fact that you kept paying her family off.”  

“I am not.” He said it with such conviction that I had to laugh. 

“You are. It’s blood money. You are trying to assuage your guilt by paying her off. It’s not out of some noble notion of helping out. It is because you feel guilty that you ripped that young girl’s life to shreds.” 

I looked into his eyes and knew I had crossed a line. There was no coming back from this and I felt an unexpected sadness settle into my chest. Tears started to well up in my eyes but I pushed them back down. I didn’t need this right now.  

“How dare you? I only want to help.” I realized that he needed to believe that he hadn’t caused irreparable damage. That what he had done was worth it.

“Is that what you tell yourself so you can sleep at night? Do you have any idea what’s going to happen to you?” He opened his mouth to reply but I cut him off again. I needed to get this off my chest. “Spare me the fucking martyr act. Your precious Liv might get it, but I don’t. How could throw everything you’ve worked for away?”

“I am so sorry if ruined your chances of getting into the next fundraising meeting.”  

It would have hurt less if he had punched me. Did he really think that little of me? Without another word I picked up my phone off his desk and made to leave, but he caught me at the door.

“Don’t you dare, we are going to finish this conversation.”  

“No we aren’t.” I looked him in the eye. I needed my next words to land, because I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to repeat them “I am done. This is over.” Without another word I pushed passed him and out the door.

The second I was out of Carmen’s eye-line I ducked into the nearest bathroom. The second the door closed behind me the tears I had been fighting finally broke through. When I had calmed down a bit I opened my purse and pulled out the little plastic stick that I had bought last night. I had actually been excited to see the two pink lines. They had seemed so cheerful, so… right.

Now it felt like all the happiness had been sucked out the world. I stared at the stick for a long minute, remembering the wonder that had been the last year of my relationship with Rafael, but I knew it was over. The fact that we had lasted this long was a miracle. Taking a deep breath I wiped the tears off my face and before leaving the bathroom threw the stick into the nearest trashcan.

anonymous asked:

Okay but imagine. Veela Sid meeting Geno's family for the first time, and wears a charm that hides the Veela. Everyone loves Sid but one day he forgets to wear the charm and one of Geno's cousins insults Geno ("Zhenya, how'd an ugly fuck like you bag a hottie like this?") and Sid turns into the Angry Veela Sid threating (promising) to kill, and that scares everyone because hOLY SHIT OKAY DON'T INSULT EVGENI UNLESS YOU WANT TO FEEL THE WRATH OF SIDNEY CROSBY AND HIS VEELA ANCESTORS GOTCHA!!!!

(omg i wrote this on mobile and it completely ruined the formatting i m P I S S E D AS FUCK RN but here you go)

“You don’t have to wear charm,” Geno says again, as Sidney fidgets with the necklace. “All close family part giant some way, Veela not going to effect–" 

“I just–I feel better with it on,” Sidney mutters. “And um. Can you please not tell them I’m part Veela?“ 

"Whatever you want,” Geno says, barely managing kiss Sidney on his curls before the door flies open and Mama Malkin is dragging Sidney in the house with an enthusiastic hug. 


“Your family is nice,” Sidney says, laying his head on Geno’s chest. 

“They love you, I already say, maybe 10 times.” Geno pats Sidney’s ass reassuringly. 

“Your cousins, the ones on your mom’s side. They’re human, aren’t they?" 

"Yeah,” Geno says. “Richard. And maybe Nat, too. Used to make fun of me when I’m little. But now I’m not so little, so I don’t care.”

“Geno,” Sidney breathes, sounding worried. He’s always worried when Geno mentions any kind of childhood bullying. “That’s awful.”

“They just say dumb things, kid things,” Geno shrugs. “I’m okay.”


The next morning, Sidney forgets his charm. He doesn’t even realize it until he notices that while the cousins on Geno’s dad’s side doesn’t seem to pay him any more attention than usual, the human cousins are suddenly very interested in him. 

“Pardon me,” a cousin says, siding up to Sidney. He’s fairly handsome, Sidney decides. Strong features and a confidence to rival Ovi, but Ovi was never as sleazy as this guy. “But Sidney, you look ravishing today. Absolutely gorgeous." 

Sidney had literally rolled out of bed just ten minutes ago. "Thanks.”

“So tell me, beautiful,” the cousin starts, “what’s a pretty thing like you messing with an ugly fuck like Zhenya? He paying you?” He sidles closer. “I know your secret, that Zhenya hired you. Very clever backstory, though. But I won’t say anything if you…switched clients, let’s say. I can pay even more.” He winks. “And whatever we decide to do at night, well, you not be disappointed–fuck–you little bitch–" 

In the middle of his speech. Sidney had reached out, his nails growing to talons for a split second as he slapped the cousin, leaving three painful red lines on the cousins face from where his nails raked them. 

"Sid!” Geno comes over, looking over at Richard. “What happen?” 

“Your little rentboy hit me–” Richard snarled. 

“I am not his rentboy,” Sidney yells back. The Malkin clan pause their conversations to turn to Sidney. “My name is Sidney and I’m Geno’s fiancé. And he’s the most wonderful person I’ve ever met in my life, which is more than I can say for you, so you can shove your money back up your ass." 

Richard stares at Sidney in terror, as Sidney’s eyes glazed over to reveal slitted pupils from his Veela ancestry, then at the Malkin family. 

"Have fun with your little tart,” Richard spits. “I bet–FUCK–" 

Geno pulls his arm back, wringing his wrist after decking Richard in the nose. "Okay, I’m have lots of fun with Sidney. You not invited." 

Richard looks at Mr. Malkin, who shrugs. "Better get going then,” Mr. Malkin says.

Richard storms off, and Sidney’s moment of exuberance melts back into anxiety. The Malkin family is silent, but then: "Hell of a way to announce engagement, son,” Mr. Malkin says, then raises his glass. “Congratulations." 

Mama Malkin cries out and bounds over to Sidney, kissing his face and talking something about getting dress robes for the wedding, and what season he was thinking of for the date, if babies were in the future. The rest of the cousins all either crowd Sidney to know exactly how the proposal went down, or to go up to Geno and congratulate him. 

"Three babies!” Mama Malkin says in delight at Sidney’s response. “You want three! Good number, you have big happy family, I’m be so good grandmother." 

"Thanks for punching him,” another cousin tells Geno. “I was just about to stupefy him at that rate.”

They were going to be alright.

Sometimes a little bit of worry makes you see things clearer

This is a piece of fluff with just a pinch of angst, that just appeared on my screen when I was trying to do other stuff. I hope you like it :)

Erik is feeling anxious, there are some communication issues and a happy ending. Featuring Dadneto, Charles, Wanda and Azazel

”Why are you so depressed dad? I thought you would finally be happy now that me and Pietro are in college.” These are first words Wanda says to Erik during their weekly Skype session one November morning. It takes a while that the words register, during which Erik notes how mature his little girl looks and how messy her dorm room is.

“Wanda, what happened to your… wait what? I’m not depressed!” Erik says and cringes when Wanda bursts out laughing.

“Dad, I can see it on your face. Something is wrong. What is it? Is there something going on between you and Charles?”

Erik’s shoulders slump in front of Wanda’s stare. He can’t lie to her nor can he lie to himself.

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Knight in Shining Armor

Since fanfiction.net isn’t really a bandom hub, I decided to just post it here.

A/N: This fic contains an attempted attack and strong language. It was originally uploaded a couple days ago, but I added to it, edited it, and fixed some typos. It is my first x Reader fic, as well as my first bandom fic, so I hope it’s good! Please leave feedback if you’d like! I originally intended for this to be a one shot, but please let me know if you want more/have ideas!

You had felt the man’s gaze on you multiple times that night. It seemed like every time you looked up, you caught his blonde head pointed in your direction. You were creeped out, to say the least. You decided to consult your friends accompanying you, Tara and Liz.

“Jesus, is it just me or has that guy been staring us down all night?”
“Yeah, he’s been prowling this whole time,” Liz agreed.
“Come on,” Tara took both of you by the hand and dragged you away to the dance floor.

You were dancing your hearts out when you spot Dallon and Brendon in the crowd. You waved enthusiastically and they made their way over.

“Hey Y/n!” Brendon greeted you with a hug.
“Hey Brendon,” you smiled.
Dallon also greeted you and leaned down to give you a big hug. Liz and Tara exchanged pleasantries with them too. You all talked about how the night was going. Brendon and Dallon felt like they were imposing on a “ladies’ night” so they decided to keep moving through to the bar. You secretly wished they would stay. Well, at least Brendon.

You and the girls continued to dance but it was only a matter of time until one of your drunk friends needed to break the seal.
“Taraaaaaaaa, I have to peeeeee,” Liz said, clearly feeling the alcohol both in her brain and her bladder. You only had one drink and was barely affected by it, but Liz had quite a bit more.
“Okay, come on,” Tara replied, “You coming, Y/n?”
“No,” you replied shaking your head, “I’m going to get some water.”
You began to forge a path out of the crowd and towards the bar, and the girls head off in another direction. You sat yourself down on a stool and asked the bartender for water. You sipped it happily and looked around for Brendon or Dallon, but they aren’t nearby.

By the time your water is finished, your friends are still nowhere to be seen. You made your way to the bathroom, but they aren’t in there. You tried to take a good look at the dance floor, but you didn’t see them there either. Liz was pretty drunk, so maybe they stepped outside for some air. You entered the lobby, which had glass windows with a view of the road outside. The club area was separated from the entrance of the lobby by a black wall and door.

You exited the lobby and walked out onto the sidewalk. The LA night air was cool on your bare skin as goose bumps appeared. You peered around, but you didn’t see anyone out there. You turned to go back inside and you’re faced with the blonde haired man, standing near the entrance. Did he follow you outside?

You tried to walk past him without acknowledging his presence, but he stops you.
“Hey,” He said cooly, “How is your night?”
“Good, thanks,” You replied quickly, trying to be polite. You started to move forward again, “I’ve got to go meet my friends.”
He stepped into your path. You realized there was truly no one around. The bouncers were inside the venue, behind the closed door. Shit.

“What’s the rush?” He asked with a shrug, “You don’t have a boyfriend waiting on you, now do you?” He reached out and placed his hand on your shoulder, grasping firmly.

You tear yourself out of his grip. “Don’t touch me,” You say, trying to push past him.

He grabs you by the forearms and jams your back against the wall. You gasp as suddenly your night has changed. You are now fighting for your life.

“I said don’t touch me!” You repeat yelling, struggling with all of your might against him. He is so much bigger than you. You try to make as much noise as possible and kick your legs, trying to get him in the crotch. You manage only to get his knee, and he seems unaffected.

The man is more agitated now and with one quick motion, he throws you to the ground. You don’t have time to catch yourself and you land awkwardly on your arm. All of the air is forced out of your lungs, escaping as a pained scream. You feel your heart beat in your head and the sounds around you become dampened. Did you hit your head? Was it the adrenaline? The figure above you is beginning to move when you hear the door fling open.

“HEY!” A familiar voice shouts, “GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER!”

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