i genuinely could not help myself with this one

Anniversary Surprise

Not requested, but here’s some dad!shawn, based off of this video where Lee Brice’s wife surprised him on tour with their sons, and the boys ran out onstage in the middle of the show. It is absolutely adorable and heartwarming. 

Your name: submit What is this?

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Your four year old is in your arms, and your seven year old is standing next to you watching Shawn perform from backstage. This is the first time you’re seeing him in person in three weeks, and he doesn’t even know you’re here yet. You secretly flew out to Seattle to surprise him for your anniversary, and as far as you know, he has no idea that you’re here. The boys are bouncing with excitement. They’re so happy to finally see their dad again. Three weeks is a long time for little boys.  

After a few songs, Shawn is singing one of his newer songs, one he actually wrote for your boys, which is why it is the perfect time for the surprise. You put your youngest down, and tell both boys to “Go to daddy.” They don’t need any more prompting, as the two of them walk onto the stage. Shawn is facing the crowd so he doesn’t see them coming from behind, but the crowd does, and the screaming gets louder. You can see your boys’ nervousness and hesitance being in front of so many people at first, but they just run for their dad, knowing they’re always safe with him. 

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Neighbour Part Two | Jimin, You

Part One | Part Two


I hope this series turns out good because I’m so invested in it, and it gives me heart problems because Jimin is too cute. So here is part two of my first Father!Jimin AU

Originally posted by jjks

If I know what love is, it is because of you.

Every day after that was a new adventure, how was your body going to react when he smiled at you this time? Was it going to go into overdrive again and prevent your fingers from working? Or were you going to lose your breath and have a heart attack?

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Schoolmate! Jinyoung x Reader

“fluff schoolmate! au jinyoung confessing to 2 years younger reader while reader didn’t know he liked younger people.”

Originally posted by deer-jinyoung



  • so basically you were everyone’s favorite “sister” in the soccer team
  • this is probably because you were the team captain’s little sis which meant that you were always there to watch every game since you were like—- 8?????
  • this also meant that your long time crush, Bae Jinyoung, or your brother’s bestfriend, considered you as his own sister as well
  • and as much as you want him to notice you as a woman, you would be often called “cute” by your brother’s teammates but in a “little sister” kind of way
  • even when you puff your cheeks out of frustration, they would still find you cute and smol
  • anyway………. since your brother is the captain, there were constant team overnights at your home during the weekends
  • this week was no different- your brother’s team had won a game today so they celebrated with some pizza and video games
  • the house was a mess with all the boys and then you see Jinyoung… at the couch- he wasn’t the talkative one but you could see him genuinely happy, laughing along with his teammates’ antics
  • you didn’t notice that you were staring a little too long until you caught Jinyoung’s eyes….
  • you were slowly drowning in this ocean and you swore neither one of you wanted to look away…..
  • not until your brother called you- “hey y/n!! can you please get us some more cola from the convenience store please!!!!”
  • “uh yeah sure, i’ll get you guys some chips too”
  • “i’ll help you out!” you heard jinyoung as he walked towards you
  • “no i’m fine i can go by myself” as you take your house keys. you tried walking briskly so that you can avoid jinyoung- you wouldn’t want to make the situation more awkward as it is
  • as soon as you slowed down….. guess who tried to scare you…
  • “Y/N!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
  • “AAAAH!!! you scared me!”
  • “well thats because you went ahead without me!”
  • “i could do it myself. i’m fine! you should’ve played with the rest of the boys”, you tried to reason with him
  • “they’ll be okay with out me… you on the other hand should not go alone this time of night, i wouldn’t want your brother to worry about his younger sister now can we?”
  • somehow your hopes got crushed…….. you just laughed at his statement and continued to walk silently to the convenience store
  • the awkward air between you two killed you and you just had to rush buying the cola and the chips…. jinyoung seemed to notice the tension
  • “are you okay?”
  • “yeah i’m okay, lets walk faster they might be waiting up on us”
  • suddenly,,, jinyoung tugged your wrist and held your hand. he gave you a piece of your favorite strawberry jelly
  • “whats this for?”
  • “i know its your favorite so i got you that– i think i made you upset. i’m sorry”
  • “no no- i’m okay!! you didn’t do anything. i’m fine you see?? PERFECTLY FINE—” you started blabbing and panicking and and jinyoung just stood infront of you……
  • held your shoulders….. and gave you the cutest kiss on the lips
  • it took a while for you to register that YOUR!!!! CRUSH!!!!!! JUST!!!!!!! KISSED!!!!! YOU!!!!!
  • then jinyoung started to speak- “of course I know if you would be upset y/n, I notice everything about you.”
  • your face started to heat up and your heart was running a marathon… you tried to form something coherent but all you could say was– “but h-hh ow??”
  • “how could you not know? i’ve liked you since. you became someone i always looked forward to seeing- especially when you visit our games. you make me want to do my best, y/n”
  • thoughts kept running through your mind and you tried to form reasons why this was happening and why was jinyoung coming closer to you and slowly moving your hair away and and he’s inches away from your face when all of a sudden your phone rang
  • “YA!!!!! Y/N!!!!! wheres our cola??? did you get it???? we’re thirsty!!!!”
Open Your Eyes - Stiles (part 3)

Stiles x Reader

Y/N) is the new student at Beacon Hills High School and she has a secret. Being born blind, she was never able to see a thing, until she was attacked by a wild animal. To this day she has never told anyone about it. So will she do it now?

Word count: 2584

Other parts: Part 1  - Part 2 - Part 4 - part 5 -

Originally posted by dylanobriengirl


“What were you thinking!” my mom shouted at me from the passenger’s seat once we got into the car. I didn’t say anything. Not because I was ignoring my mother, but simply because I had no idea what to say. To be honest, I wasn’t sure I was thinking in the first place. And everything because of those beautiful whisky eyes… 

“(Y/N)! Are you even listening?”

“Of course I am, mother,” I said, as calmly as I could. 

“So what did I just say?” she crossed her arms and looked at me with great expectations. I just sighed and didn’t respond. That was clearly enough for my mother. 

“Well, I hope you had enough alone time with your friend up there, because I forbid you to see him.” Soon after she said it, she realised that she made a big mistake with her word choice. “You know what I mean.” 

 I did. But that didn’t even bother me. What was stuck in my mind, was how she said that word: friend. It was so full of disgust. So what? Now I couldn’t be friends with boys? My mom always had problems with me hanging out with the male gender, but it never went this far. Well, then again, I never ran away from a dinner party before with somebody of the male gender. 

 “Fine.” I said, “But I do want to let you know that he was the only person today that did not think I was a freak.” 

“I really do not care now!” 

“Honey!” my father finally spoke up from behind his steering wheel. He gave my mom a stern look, but she totally ignored it. At least he tried. That was probably the only thing you could do with my mom: try. Especially if she was angry. And in this case she was pissed. 

 At home I was directly send to my room. Which was fine, as I did not want to talk to my parents anyway. And if I went to sleep now, I could see Stiles again. 

The next morning, I was woken up by my father for a change. 

 “Wake up sweetie.” he said softly. I opened my eyes and was greeted with my own reflection from my glasses. My dad put them into my hand and I put them on. “There are some clothes on the chair. Put them on. Breakfast will be ready in a bit.” and he left, closing the door behind him.  

I got up and looked at the clothes that were neatly left for me. It was a simple black t shirt with some skinny jeans and a hoodie. I put it on and walked to the kitchen, with my cane in my hand. 

 My mom was already up and cooking. She didn’t say a word to me. Drama queen. I sat down and she shoved a plate of food in front of me. I ate it without commenting. 

 When I was done with my breakfast, dad told me to get the rest of my stuff because we were leaving in a few minutes. I walked back to my room and got my books. I put them into my backpack and with that I was ready. My dad was already waiting for me, so we could quickly leave for school. 

 At the end, I did say a quick “Bye,” to my mom, but obviously she just ignored me. 

As if it became a tradition, neither I nor my father spoke while driving. I started to get used to it. Not talking was definitely easier than making up lies as answers to their stupid and unnecessary questions. 

Finally arriving in the parking lot of the school, I opened the door, but I was stopped by my father: “Do I have to walk you to the entrance?”

“No, it’s fine, a friend is actually picking me up from here,” I lied. 

“Well, than I’ll wait until she gets here.” I wanted to tell him he shouldn’t, but as if on  queue, Lydia’s car drove into the parking lot. I released a deep breath that I didn’t know I was holding. She parked right next to my father’s car and once she got out, she greeted me with a wide smile and a hug. 

 “(Y/N)! Good morning.” 

 “Morning,” I said a bit awkwardly. I did not expect her to be a morning person. She finally let go of me and said a quick hello to my dad. He, in his turn, just waved and drove off. 

 “He seems-”

“Don’t. Just don’t finish that sentence.” I sighed. “Let’s go inside.” Lydia agreed and we walked towards the school. But surprisingly, we were stopped in our footsteps when my father’s car almost drove us over. Lydia stopped my right in time, otherwise I would have been a pancake. He rolled down his window and looked at Lydia. 

“Here are mine and her mothers numbers and out adress. If something happens call one of us. But better call me.”

“Okay, thank you sir.” she said unsure. Of course, my dad didn’t say anything back, just nodded his head slightly and drove off again.  

It was still quite empty in the building. I even think we were the only ones here. 

“So, how was the dinner,” Lydia surprised me with the question. How did she even know about it. 

 “Yeah, Stiles SKYPE’d all of us afterwards and told us about it,” she explained and I immediately started to blush. I started to wonder about what exactly he told them. But, did anything happen actually? 

 “Oh.” I simply said after a while. From the corner of my eye, I could see Lydia give me small smile. We stopped in front of her locker and she put some books in it. Slowly, people started to turn up. 

 “Hey guys,” I heard Malia’s voice from afar. She walked up to us. She was still looking at me the same way as yesterday. Fortunately, she didn’t comment on it this time. She started to talk to Lydia and I tried not to listen. I looked around, without looking like I was actually looking, for somebody else I knew. 

“Scott, shut up,” a voice erupted from the end of the hall. A few seconds later. Stiles showed up through the crowd. He smiled when he saw me, but I obviously couldn’t return the favour. 

 “Hey, (Y/N). You going to your locker?”

“Yes actually. Do you want to join me?” 

 “It would be an honour.” he lightly bowed down and I had to hold in a giggle. Why was he so adorable? 

 Stiles said a quick “hey” to the girls, took my hand and lead me to our lockers. Even though more and more people started to show up in the hallways, it was still empty where we were supposed to be. We stopped in front of my locker and I unlocked it. Stiles was leaning against the wall next to me and just looking at me with a small smile. It was a bit strange, but I enjoyed it. 

 “So, last night,” he said once I closed my locker again. 

 “What about it.” 

 Stiles thought for a second. I could see he was bothered by something. “Uhm, nevermind.” he shrugged and walked to his locker. I followed him with my eyes from behind m dark glasses. As usual, he looked amazing. His dark hair was up and messy. His shirt showed off every feature that needed to be showed off. But what amazed me the most was, how he didn’t notice how good he looked. From the other side of the hallway, I saw two girls looking at him and when he turned around to say hi, they immediately started to blush. And there were plenty of other girls who would react the same. 

 “So, I was thinking,” he said after a minute, “would you like to hang out today, after school?”

“I would love to,” I said, but quickly my smile faded, “But my mom kind of forbid me to hang out with you after, you know.” 

 “Oh.”

“Yeah.” 

 “Well, I have lacrosse practice today, so if you want, you can come by and we can talk there.” he suggested. 

 “Don’t you need the… I don’t know, practice then.” 

 “Oh no. I don’t really do anything there. I’m pretty bad.” I wanted to say that I was sure he was better than he thought, but right at that moment, the bell rang, so we had to head to class. Just like yesterday, Stiles guided me to the class. And the next one too. And the one after that. And also to lunch. 

We were the first to arrive at the table so we just ate in silence and waited until the rest arrived. 

“Hey, guys,” I heard Scott say once he arrived at the table with Kira. They sat next to each other, opposite of Stiles and I,  and to be honest, I was so jealous of how cute they looked together. Stiles started to talk to his best friend and without realisation, he put his arm on the back rest of the chair I was sitting on for support. I knew it was no big deal, his arm wasn’t round me it was just behind me. But I just couldn’t help but smile to myself at the thought of being embraced by… 

 “(Y/N)?” My thoughts were broken by somebody calling my name. 

 “Huh? Sorry, what were you saying?” I asked, whoever had called me. 

“I was asking if you know anything about lacrosse.”  Scott repeated himself.

 “Uhm, not really. I don’t know anything about any sport.” I said a bit unsure. I felt so stupid. So… alone. Nobody knew what it was like to be like me. No one could relate or genuinely say: “I know what you mean” or “I know that feeling”. Because they don’t. I mean: How many people that are born blind, get attacked by an wild animal and get their sight back. But of course, they don’t want to be turned into a science experiment, so they still have to pretend to be blind. Only this time, they also have a gigantic scar across their face. 

 “That’s okay. I will tell you everything about it,” Stiles said with a big smile as he, this time for real, put his arm around me and gave me a sideways hug. I thanked him and hugged him back. I gelt everybody at the table looking at us. Together with Lydia and Malia that had just joined us. I could see that Malia was trying very hard not to stare at me like she did the day before, because she only looked very quickly at me and Stiles and never made “eye contact” with me ever again. It made me very uneasy. There was definitely something about me that she didn’t like. 

The bell rang and I walked with Scott, who I shared my next lesson with, to the classroom. He was very sweet, but nothing compared to Stiles. 

“What do you think?” 

“Of what?” I answered his question with another one. 

“Beacon Hills, School, S-” he coughed, ‘uhum, us.” 

“Everything is great. Except for the fact that my mom hates it that, for the first time in my life, I’m making friends.” Scott clearly did not know what to say. Who would blame him?  After sometime, he finally managed to say something: “I’m sure she’ll get over it quickly.” right at the point that we stepped into the room. For reassurance, I sat down next to Scott. 

The class was very boring. Just like the other teachers today (and yesterday) clearly heard of what happened at ECON, so nobody had asked me to introduce myself or put my glasses off. I was officially the creepy new girl that even the teachers were afraid. Just what I wanted to be. 

After the last lesson of the day, I was dragged outside by Lydia to the bleachers of the lacrosse field. Malia was sitting behind us and I could feel her eyes drilling into the back of my head. 

 “(Y.N)” Stiles yelled my name. I immediately felt my cheeks heat up. Fortunately, the girls didn’t notice it. Or at least, they didn’t comment on it.  

Stiles walked up to us and he sat down next to me. I don’t how or why, but he managed to look even amazing in a simple, old, grey shirt and some track pants. In his hands, he held his lacrosse stick. As he sat down, he accidentally poked me with it in the leg. 

 “Sorry,” he apologised. I told him that it was fine. “You wanna hold it? Like, know what it actually is that I poked you with. Wow, that sounded terrible.” 

“Yeah, sure.” I laughed at his rambling. He handed me his stick. It surprisingly felt lighter than what I imagined it would feel like. Which was still a bit heavy, but it was doable. I put my hands on the top of the stick, where the net it, and felt it. It felt rough and old. A bit worn out too. 

 “You probably have to get a new net. This one feels a bit old,” I told him. Stiles did not seem to be amused by my comment. 

 “HEY KIDS, LOOK OUT!” suddenly somebody shouted from the field. I looked in front of me just to see a small white ball rushing towards me and getting bigger and bigger. Without thinking I swung with the stick and expecting to get hit in the face, I hud behind Stiles, but nothing happened. Instead, people started to cheer. I sat up straight again and looked at the stick that I was holding. This time, there was a heavy, white lacrosse ball in it.  

“Hey, girl. That was amazing. Can you throw it back now?” the coach yelled. 

 “I don’t think she can!” Malia yelled from behind me. 

 “I probably could with some help.” I looked to Stiles with a little smile. We stood up and he put his arms around me, embracing me completely as we held the lacrosse stick together. He showed me where my hands had to be positioned and then turned me to the right position so I would actually throw it in the direction of the coach. Unfortunately, then he let go. I realised there was some wind rushing to the the left, so I swung a bit more to the right. Everybody watched the ball as it flew through the air. It passed coach, but landed perfectly in the net of a stick that was laying on the ground. 

 The small audience on the bleachers erupted in cheers and yells. It actually scared me to realise how many people saw that. “Oh my god! Did I hit somebody?” I asked Stiles, looking a bit a scared. His expression changed very quickly. Before I was looking at him, he seemed to be extremely confused, just like Malia yesterday. As soon as he looked at me, he gave me a wide smile and hugged me. 

 “You did absolutely great.” 

 “That doesn’t really answer my question. I have a feeling that you would be extremely amused by me hitting any person on that field.” 

 “True. Sadly, no. You didn’t hit anyone. In fact, you threw the ball straight into a net of a stick. How the hell did you do that? Are you like Daredevil or something?” 

 “Who?” 

 “Nevermind.” 

Tutoring // Draco Malfoy

“Miss Y/L/N, please see me after class.” Professor Snape called out during our lesson. My friends sent me confused looks, and even though I knew what this was about, I acted confused too. 

One class finished and cleared, Snape began speaking. “You’re failing my class, Y/N.” 

“I had a feeling.” I responded awkwardly. 

“If you don’t pass the next class assignment, I have no other choice but to fail you for the semester.” He spoke slowly. 

“But sir, I’m trying my best. Potions is just not my forte.” I said. “I promise -” 

“I don’t appreciate the excuses, Y/N. I have assigned a student to tutor you and help you achieve the grades you need to pass.” He interrupted. Snape saw the confused expression on my face and continued. “Draco has agreed -”

“Wait, Malfoy?! No way sir.” I exclaimed. 

“Don’t act childish Y/N. Mr Malfoy is one of the top students in my classes. Trust me when I say you need the extra help.” He said. 

“What about Hermione? She’s my friend, she can help me.” I tried reasoning. 

“Miss Granger is in no position to tutor another student, she already has too many commitments to fulfil. Now off you go to your next class.” He responded, and I sighed. No point in arguing there. 

I couldn’t stop thinking about Malfoy agreeing to tutor me for potions. I mean, what is he possibly thinking? It’s evident that this has disaster written all over it. It’s a known fact that theres rivalry between our houses. We don’t even get on well with each other. 

I brushed off my friends questions about Snape asking me to stay back. It’s no secret that I’m no good at potions, it’s one of my weakest subjects. I thought I’d keep the tutoring to myself. I don’t want them to find out about that. During lunch, I made it my mission to approach Malfoy and question why he agreed to take on this position. It wasn’t hard finding him at all, I found him lounging around outside with his friends. 

“Malfoy.” I approached him. His friends sneered at me but I ignored them. “Can I talk to you? Alone.” I eyed them. Without saying a word, he followed me. “What are you thinking?” I questioned him immediately once we were alone. He raised his eyebrow, signalling he had no idea what I was going on about. “Don’t act like you don’t have a clue, I’m talking about the tutoring.” I scoffed. 

“Well, your grades are terrible.” He smirked. “But you already knew that. I’m doing this for extra credit Y/L/N.” 

“Well, when do you want to start?” I asked, a small part of me is grateful that he’s helping me, but a bigger part of me is annoyed. 

“We’ll start tomorrow. We’ll meet in the dungeons at five.” And with that, he walked away. I glared at his back. 

The following day came too quick. It was already five and I was making my way to the empty potions classroom. Once I reached the room, I pushed open the door and found Malfoy setting up the equipment we need. 

Without even greeting me, he dived right into the lesson. “Okay, we’re going to start with brewing the Invigoration Draught.” 

“Hello to you too,” I replied, rolling my eyes. 

After four long, frustrating hours we managed to get a lot done. I was surprised with Malfoy’s patience. Not once did he show any annoyance about me taking long to perfect brewing the potion. Even when I almost blew up the room, he managed to remain calm and didn’t direct any anger towards me. 

“Thanks. Malfoy.” I said after we finished. 

“It’s okay.” He shrugged. 

“No, really. Thank you. For being patient and helping me understand.” I smiled at him. 

He nodded and said to meet same time tomorrow. And so we did. He managed to help me grasp the concept of the topic we’re currently learning in class. He also taught me little tips and tricks when it comes to brewing potions. After our third session, we got a little more comfortable around each other. He helped me with my assignment. On our fifth tutoring session, all we did was just talk about anything.  

Once Snape handed back our assignments, I was over the moon. All thanks to Malfoy, I achieved a high grade which saved me from failing the class. When we met up in the dungeons again, I couldn’t wait to tell him the good news. 

“Guess what! I passed with a high grade!” I enthusiastically said. I couldn’t help myself so I threw my arms around Malfoy and hugged him. He stiffened a little, but didn’t push me off him. When I pulled back, he gave me a genuine smile which caused the butterflies in my stomach flutter. 

“I knew you had it in you, Y/N.” He said. I lifted my eyebrow in confusion, we’re on first name basis now? 

“Thanks. It took us a while to get there and now I’m not failing the class. I owe you one, Draco.” I smiled at him. “Maybe I could treat you a butterbear or something.” I shrugged at the thought. 

“Don’t worry about it, you don’t owe me anything.” Draco responded coolly, and I felt a little disappointed. “Good luck with the rest of the semester.” And with that I watched him walk away, but instead of feeling annoyed with him, I felt confused. Is it possible, that I like ‘like’ him? What kind of mess did I get myself into?

Part two.

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@likingthistoomuch requested an angsty (with happy at the end) Victorian or Regency Sherlolly where Molly breaks off their engagement because of how she believes Sherlock feels about Irene. I’m gonna go with Victorian and I also went with Sherlock’s POV. Enjoy! ;)


Sherlock passed by the library in his parent’s estate, catching sight of Molly lingering by the fireplace and wringing her hands a bit. The silvery gown she wore glistened with the kiss of the nearby flames, and for a moment she looked almost unearthly. 

“Ah, Miss Hooper,” he announced casually as he entered the room. “Watson said he saw you head this way. Perhaps it would be best if you rejoined the party, seeing as my father is preparing to announce our engagement.”

She remained silent.

Sherlock frowned to himself. Something wasn’t right. 

“Miss Hooper?” he questioned, stepping further into the room now.

“I cannot,” she said very softly.

“Cannot…what?” 

Molly turned then, revealing the shimmer of tears on her cheeks which matched her gown. She gave him a quick smile.

“Mr. Holmes, I cannot go through with this. This engagement and marriage…it is so obviously a mistake.”

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baby fever.

Originally posted by bwipsul

Taehyung just really loves kids. And you just really love Taehyung.

Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1.8k


It was no secret that Taehyung loved kids. He loved playing with his nephew, his small cousins, or the child of any stranger that happened to be around him at the time. You’d met him in a park when you were babysitting your neighbor’s toddler, actually, and when she wouldn’t stop crying after scraping her knee he swooped in to save the day.

“Hey! Hey, it’ll be okay,” he cooed, squatting down next to you as you cradled her teary face. You jumped a little at the sudden intrusion, but the handsome stranger seemed harmless enough. “Don’t be upset, do you want ice cream?” he said softly, smiling at your neighbor’s daughter sincerely. She sniffled still, but his proposition stopped the majority of her tears. She gave him a large nod as she wiped her eyes, which made him smile. His adorably rectangle-shaped grin made butterflies appear in your stomach, especially when he turned it on you. “Would you allow me to buy you two some soft serve?”

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**LOCKTOBER FUN**

I’ve had a really positive response to this so I’ve decided to do it.

Want to do Locktober but got no one with which to share it? Share it with me. Send me your chastity keys - all of them - and I’ll tease you through the month with a daily personal email and occasional tasks.

Really impress me and I could send, or post, photos of myself with your key, possibly around my neck or ankle. 😈

It’s a genuine offer so only genuine people please. I’m trying to help, after all, and I want my time appreciated.

Also due to the time and effort, can only take a limited number of keys and boys in my possession, but reblogs and shares would be appreciated so as many have the chance as possible. There are a lot of lost subs out there I’d like to connect with and help.

Get in touch if this appeals. Just message me 💋

Make You Better

Character: Negan (The Walking Dead)

Word Count: 5,027

Prompt(s): Rainy Afternoon, Negan x OC with a Mental Illness

Warnings: Language, Negan being an asshole, Depression, Implied Suicidal Thoughts

Written For: @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash​‘s Negan writing challenge

Note: I re-wrote this fic like 4 times at least, and I’m still not sure that I’m happy with it, especially the ending, so I’m sorry if it’s not very good. :/ I’d originally meant to do these prompts separately, but I was struggling to find a way to come up with a full fic idea for rainy afternoon, so I combined them.

Tagging: @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash, @negans-network, @hawtdiggitynegan, @fuckinjdm

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anonymous asked:

There are people with gender dysphoria who transition and still feel dysphoria- I'm more than happy to consider people like that to be non-binary. They'd feel dysphoria either way, and forcing them to choose to identify as either male or female is cruel. Yes, some people are 'faking', but not all non-binary people are.

That would be down to the fact that we don’t yet have the technology to completely transform biology, so transitions aren’t always perfect. The sad and uncomfortable fact is that some trans people can pass better than others, and the passing or not affects that dysphoria.

Look at Blaire White versus Riley Dennis. Both on the same journey. Both about as far along in their transitions. And one clearly has a better time of passing than the other. And as much as I massively dislike what Dennis has to say, it’s genuinely awful that she has a harder time of it. That isn’t her fault at all. She’s doing all that she can, and it really just sucks. I feel bad for her.

I think it’s much more cruel to look at someone who’s trans, who’s transitioned to the best of their ability (and as their health allows them) and then say to them, “Aww, hey, you’re not really male/female, but somewhere in between and I’m totally happy to accept that.” 

No. It’s horrible that they still feel dysphoria. But I’m not going to deliberately trigger any more dysphoria by seeing them as anything other than the man or woman that their dysphoria tells them that they are. Because that’s a massive insult and disservice to them, as far as I’m concerned.

I know that you mean well. I really do. But there are other trans people that others often forget – myself included, to be totally honest. There are those that transition and they still fight dysphoria. But there are also others that detransition because transitioning wasn’t right for them, and they do their best to work through their dysphoria in a different way. They decide, on their own, to hold on to their biological sex as their gender, and I can’t even imagine how damaging it would be to use your kind of reasoning with them.

I can’t honestly tell you that I think that it’s right to invent a new gender because technology isn’t currently where it should ideally be.

And, for the record, since I think people overlook this when I say it, and maybe I haven’t been clear enough, but there are plenty of reasons for “non-fakers” to claim being “non binary” when they’re absolutely not – but they’re convinced that they are because they’re either naive or they’ve been hurt or they have another issue. Like:

  • Being convinced that gender presentation is gender
  • Being convinced that gender stereotypes are gender
  • Being convinced that difficult symptoms of puberty are signs of dysphoria
  • Not coming to terms with being trans
  • Being convinced that unless dysphoria is non-stop, 24/7 suffering with every part of themselves, they’re not “fully trans”
  • Having an eating disorder
  • Having body dysmorphia
  • Being a sexual abuse survivor
  • Being a survivor of serious sexism
  • Being a survivor of serious bullying

and I’m positive that that’s not an exhaustive list.

So, no, I don’t accept “non binary” as being a real thing outside of maybe a word to describe a specific style of personal aesthetic. But that doesn’t mean that I automatically hate the people that use it.

I’m frustrated and angry when it comes to the blatant fakers that are just doing it for attention, the ones that manipulate others into believing something that’s not true. But I don’t hate those that have been conned into it. I don’t hate the confused etc. I just think that it’s important to be open and be honest about things like this because you’ll end up with trans people who don’t go for the help that they need, which will end up harming them, and the cis people who go for the help that they don’t need which really will end up giving them genuine dysphoria.

I’ve said it before. I could very easily call myself “non binary” if I used any of Tumblr’s posts describing it, from the fakers’ lists to the most well-meaning people, and I’m totally cis. And that is a really, really bad thing.

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Incoming official RTX 2017 post!!

So it’s quite literally been about a year since I’ve been on here, which is honestly really appalling. I never actually made an RTX post last year just because I’m a lazy asshole, but here we go!

RTX continues to get better and better every year and this year was no exception. 

Two years back I made this post explaining a story about a fan that Ryan talked to and helped through a panic attack after a panel. Not only did that fan come back last year as a Guardian, they were here this year as well and I got to reconnect with them! His girlfriend, also a Guardian, came up to me on Thursday before RTX this year and asked if they could talk to me off to the side. They proceeded to tell me about how after that RTX he had asked her to be his girlfriend and she said yes and that RTX 2015 had made a huge impact on them They also said that a huge reason they decided to come back in 2016 and 2017 as Guardians was because of the Guardians that helped them in 2015, including myself. I could never have thought that just by volunteering at a convention for 3 days out of the year I could have such a huge impact on people’s lives, and honestly I was so humbled and honored to be involved.

And, on top of that, they got engaged this year at RTX!!! How freaking cool is that???

Anyway, Ryan was as awesome this year as he’s been the past 2, and he’s an absolute delight to PA for. He’s genuinely one of the kindest people and cares greatly about his fans. 10/10, would PA for again!

Also, shout out to @bacoose, @themaddymonster, and @rafnaps for being delights to work with. Also everyone else in those pictures but I don’t have their tumblr urls.

Invisible // Chapter 4

Pairing: Mark x Reader x Jaebum
Words: ~1600
Genre: Angst, Drama
Warnings: none

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 //  Chapter 6

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Advice to would-be-students

I know there are lots of “college advice” type posts floating around, but what the hell, maybe I have something to add. 

I’m going to preface this by saying a couple of things:

First, I have really liked college. It is 100 times better than high school, in my opinion. And I liked it enough that I’m planning on pursuing a career in academia at some point in the future. 

Second, I would probably have enjoyed college a lot more if I’d made an effort to be less busy. (I don’t regret taking advantage of opportunities, but I do rather regret not having a social life for the last two and a half years). 

Also this post is long and should probably have been a bunch of separate posts but oh well. 

First and most important:  If you take your classes seriously, you will be fine.

If you remember nothing else from this crazy long post, remember this part: You don’t have to be brilliant to be successful in college. If you put in basic effort (show up to your classes, do the work on time, and study for your tests), you may not have the highest grade in the class, but you will be ahead of at least half your peers (if not more) just by making an effort. I kid you not, 2/3 of success in college is just forcing yourself to give a fuck - do the reading, edit the paper, organize the group project, whatever it may be. If you do it and you put in some basic effort to do it well, you are golden. If you really want to go the extra mile, email or meet with your professors to talk about big assignments. When half your class isn’t even doing the reading, coming with the reading done and something to say about it makes you look fucking brilliant, and over the course of a semester staying on top of work pays off. It’s a lot easier to study for a final when you’ve actually looked at the material it covers. 

Stay organized

Everyone goes about this differently and it will evolve for you over time. The important thing is to write down important dates and information and keep that info close to hand. Also, find a way to organize the assignments you do and papers you write. In a couple years you’ll be wanting to look back at those things either to use them in another assignment (plagiarizing yourself is great because it’s not really plagiarizing), or because you need writing samples for job/internship/scholarship applications. 

Invest in a couple folders, maybe a planner. Find a notebook you like and use it to “brain dump” everything (from to do lists to paper outlines). Basically, do whatever works for you but have a system and for the love of all that is good remember that spending 5 minutes a day staying organized pays massive dividends down the line. Trust me on this one. It has saved me time and money and made me look brilliant just because I could pull out an assignment, find a source, or reuse course material. 

Talk to your professors, the aren’t as scary as they seem and (most) of them genuinely want to help you

I still have to remind myself of this one pretty frequently, but it’s true. It is not an admission of weakness to go sit down with a prof and ask for advice/clarification/whatever. That’s something you hear a lot, so here’s the more important advice: You will not develop awesome relationships with every professor you talk to - and you don’t need to. But you don’t know which ones will turn into valuable assets and allies and advisors until you talk to them. Once you have good relationships with a couple of professors, doors start to open. I’m not talking about good letters of recommendation (although those are great and important), I’m talking about things like research opportunities. I ended up with paid research assistant job because I talked to a professor after class and we had some shared interests and ‘clicked.’ Which brings me to my next point…

Opportunities will come your way, but only if you put yourself in the position for that to happen

The more accurate way to say this may be “You can’t plan for everything and you shouldn’t try.” By all means, have a plan, but don’t limit yourself (or stress yourself out) by treating that plan like a step-by-step guide to “success.” Talk to people, go to meetings, go to events. If you’re an introvert like me, that can all be really hard, but it is important and worth it and will pay off. I have met some of my best friends and opened the door to some awesome opportunities by showing up to meetings, even when I was out of my comfort zone doing it. Say yes to things. If you join a club and the president says, “Hey, do you want to help me with X project,” say yes if you have any interest in it at all. Those things open doors. Not all of them will turn into great opportunities, but some will. Put yourself in a good position, be open to things, and good things will come your way.

Likewise, understand that “networking” is something that goes on all the time. I used to get really stressed when I would go to an event because it was a “good networking opportunity” and then leave feeling like I hadn’t made any useful connections. It’s okay not to make connections all the time, even at “networking events.” If you get involved in things in your campus/community, pursue interesting opportunities, and talk to your professors, you are going to wake up one day in a couple of years and realize you have a network. Don’t stress about this one, it’s not worth your time. 

Basically, don’t expect every event you go to and every person you talk to to turn into an awesome opportunity; some of them will and ‘some’ is more than enough. 

And on the subject of (career) plans…

Plans are good. They give you a direction. They can also limit you if they put blinders on you. Think about where you want to end up, and use that goal as guidance. Where you want to end up doesn’t have to be “realistic,” and it can change. There can be more than one “goal” in your head at any one time (this is generally how I operate). Having these ideas will help you decide which opportunities to pursue; it will keep you moving in a direction you’re happy with. Things will happen along the way that will change your goals and plans and that is very very okay. 

This is all sort of theoretical, so here’s an example: Someone I spoke to recently said “I”m never going to be the Secretary of State, but I’ve spent college pursuing opportunities as if that was the end goal.” He just got one of the most prestigious international fellowships in the country. As a freshman I looked up the entry requirements for my absolutely ideal program at the best university in the world and made that GPA etc my “goal”. That program is no longer my ideal, but by using it as a guidepost and as motivation I have come out of undergrad with a resume that will give me at least a shot at pretty much any program I want to pursue now. 

One thing I’ve learned from two awesome internships and lots of conversations with interesting people is that there is no one right way to get anywhere. One of my best doctors dropped out of college for a couple of years because it “wasn’t right for him” at the time. A colleague went through like four majors and now has an awesome, really hard to get job doing something unrelated to any of them. Just breathe and do things that interest you. 

So the lesson there is to choose a direction, and not be afraid to grow and change. It’s like that meme/quote about “My life didn’t go as planned and that’s okay.” Those are words to live by. 

Learn to say ‘No’ to good opportunities

Earlier I said “say yes a lot” (and you should) but at some point you will have a full plate and trust me, it’s better to dedicate yourself to six things than take on 12 and start dropping balls left and right (or lose your social life). 

If you need accommodations, ask for them, it’s worth it

Accommodations make a world of difference. Find you disabilities office and go talk to them. Most are wonderful. It’s worth the awkwardness and some paperwork to discover what you can accomplish with a (mostly) level playing field. 


Okay I’m sure there’s more I can come up with but I’m going to leave it here for now. Feel free to reblog and add on. Everyone approaches this stuff differently and the important thing is to find what works for you.

Normally I’d put this under a read more but this feels important for me to say and for other people to see. Sorry for the wall of text.

It honestly really hurts to see the attitude a lot of people have towards melee and those who play it. It’s been such a big part of my life in these last few years and now I feel like i’m opening myself up to judgement for it. Judgement that feels so mean-spirited and fueled by misinformation and negative stereotypes that I can’t even defend myself against it.

It’s hard to really capture all of what melee is for me. It was an escape from depression and anxiety, from all of the failure in my life and how hopeless it felt. Eagerly waiting for the next big tournament stream gave me something to look forward to, players and personalities I could look up to and cheer for and laugh with. It was something I could focus on and see myself improving in, an outlet to be more social and meet new people that I never truly had before. Competitive melee genuinely helped me push through those darker moments in my life and it still helps me now. It’s one of the few things I have.

Apparently that’s a bad thing to some people because I can wavedash, and it hurts to see the game I love reduced and belittled by people who have no interest in seeing it as anything but shit. To see people wish that the game would just die off, that people actively don’t want others to be able to enjoy it, is so frustrating and disappointing to me because it’s something I hear a lot now.

I know that there are some toxic melee players out there that invite a lot of anger towards the game, but believe me I don’t like them either. Every game has it’s shitty fans but I don’t think that should ever drag down an entire community, especially one that others could find something positive in as well.

I’m not asking everyone to like melee or to care about it the way I do. It’s not a game for everyone and I can 100% respect that. All I and many others on here ask is respect in return, to not be insulted and dismissed for playing the game we enjoy in a way that’s fun to us when we’re not hurting anyone.

If you can’t respect that then I don’t need you in my life tbh.

its so silly how like a year or two i absolutely hated myself bc i thought i didnt have a personality bc ppl could really only describe me as “really nice” but now that im older like??? being really nice is fucking awesome?? there are way too many bitter cynics & genuinely evil people in the world its nice to be one of the rays of sunshine that tries to makes other people happy whenever they can

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“Why am I wearing this ridiculous thing again?”
“Because you need to smile more!”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re always so sad and angry all the time. I figured if I made you a flower crown, you could at least have something to laugh about whenever you look in the mirror. We all need to laugh at ourselves sometimes, after all. And I made myself a matching one too, see? You won’t be the only one who looks funny.”
“….I see. You do realize it suits you better, yes?” 
“You’re the one constantly surrounded by butterflies, mister. A few flowers really won’t be out of place.”
He couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped him then, genuine and not sinister, a rare occurrence that Marinette couldn’t help but feel proud of.
“I suppose you’re right.”

I need more stories where Marinette is the one to make Hawkmoth remember what it’s like to truly be happy, please. I can seriously see Marinette doing more to help make him better than Ladybug, if that makes sense. I demand cute Marinette and Hawkmoth interactions now.

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I wrote this request while I was completely high on painkillers, so I beg of you not to judge me. But I’d completely understand if you did. A Crisscolfer ficlet as a reaction to this video, which I think has been the cause of my most recent rise in blood-pressure. ~900 words.

Chris comfortably settled back into the small couch on the side of the room as the make-up artists left for their break. Most of the job was done anyway, and as long as Chris could control himself, their efforts wouldn’t be wasted.

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anonymous asked:

Just thought I should thank you for unconsciously helping me. I've been struggling my whole life with depression and anxiety and it has been out of control this past year. Therapy and medication have done nothing to get me to stop wanting to kill myself so it's really just a matter of time before I really do it. Long story short, your videos and tumblr are one of the few things that genuinely make me smile. I owe you so much, thank you. I wish you nothing but the best.

What the fuuuuuck. I’m so happy I could help you, even just a little. Keep your head up angel face, a life worth living is out there for you❤️💞💖

Ozma of Oz

The next day—or should I say evening, because I was purportedly sleeping off a drinking headache, wasn’t much better. Despite everything, the ghosts were still around—some, such as Lawrence, called me Ozma instead of Alice due to my seemingly bipolar mood shifts, and others were just watching what I did in curiosity, waiting for a hint of emotion to blossom from my lips.

I liked it. Being quiet helped me think. It genuinely assisted in the self-reflection of myself as well as gave way to the silent observation of everyone else in comparison to myself, because frankly, I wasn’t all that great and otherwise it just sounded much more efficient if I just silently mentioned my distaste of the modern world that I unfortunately had to grow up in with no one else but the ghosts that were my friends and life compatriots or Satanic demonic voices.

They were very nice friends. I could trust them now, right?

Mary loved me and everyone else like Ozma loved her subjects…if there was such love.

Actually, it was so built-in that, yeah, questioning it was the worst thing I could do.

I could rant and rave about my life as it stood now, it wouldn’t be any better except through the renewal of faith somehow—and by God, did I need a renewal of my faith in humanity, like Job. Or a Jonah’d kick in the vagina.

Why Spencer Hastings Deserves Better

Over these past few weeks it has been extremely aggravating to watch so many people hate on the precious misunderstood angel that is Spencer Jill Hastings and I literally cannot take it anymore. This essay will take you on a wild journey through the complex character and show you that she deserves better so buckle your seatbelts and grab some snacks because you’re about to read the mess that is my thoughts.

First of all, let’s talk about Wren and Ian. I am genuinely surprised that people still use these two as an argument against her, but they do, so I thought I would address it. When Wren kissed her, she was 16, and when Ian kissed her she was only 15 years old. Legally, she was still a child. Two adult men over the age of 20 kissing a child. Now, I’m not trying to say that she didn’t know it was wrong. I’m 15, and I can recognise that it was wrong, but what I am trying to say is that I’m sick of everyone always blaming Spencer. Honestly, other than Spencer fans, I’ve never seen anyone blame Ian or Wren. Wren packed his bags and left while she had to endure constant slut shaming from her family. To this day Melissa throws shady comments at her, even though it’s been something like 7 years and she clearly forgave Wren when she got back together with him. Spencer was upset and vulnerable and Wren took advantage of that and she’s the one always blamed. Also, I don’t understand why Spencer’s past is dragged up every time in an argument like this. You know, people are allowed to change. They’re no longer teenagers and she is no longer that girl that kisses her sister’s boyfriends. She was an unloved kid who made some bad choices and I don’t understand why that has to mean she can’t be happy or ‘deserves’ to be cheated on.

Onto Colin and Jonny. Yes, she cheated. But I believe cheating isn’t as black and white as everyone is making it. Toby wasn’t there for her when she needed him to be. He was constantly choosing his job over her and their relationship was falling apart. In fact, they were such a mess I wouldn’t even call what they had at the time a relationship. She was still being tormented by A and she dealt with it the only way she knows how. I was still a highkey spoby shipper in 5B so you can believe me when I say that I was hardly cheering her on, but you can kind of understand her train of thought. Spencer is like the queen of impulsive decisions, and with Colin she was slightly tipsy too which isn’t an excuse but rather something that gave her that push. She was tired. Her and Toby were having problems for the entire season. The whole of 5B was an argument for spoby and he was constantly yelling at her and making her feel like shit. You can see why it must have been a relief for her to find someone that wanted to be there with her and made her laugh and make her feel better, even if only for one evening. Some of you are talking like she goes around cheating every season and kissing all the males in Rosewood that look at her but the truth is, she made some mistakes while her relationship was falling apart and Toby was being Toby and she was just confused and missing him.

Deep breath now. Caleb Rivers. I apologise for any inappropriate language I use during this part but he makes me so angry I actually cannot control myself. I’ve always liked Caleb. Apart from being a little overbearing at times, he was a good boyfriend. He was caring and loving and helpful and Haleb was in my opinion, the healthiest relationship on the show. So why is it that when Spencer Hastings falls in love with him, suddenly all those things disappear? Every guy Spencer falls for somehow manages to screw her over. They could be the most loving and genuine guy but the moment she falls for him he’s a fuckboy. Every time she’s the one getting hurt in relationships, when will it end? Caleb literally had sex with her that morning, but by the evening he’s kissing her best friend? I would like to open his head and look inside his brain to try and work out what is going on in there because I literally cannot fathom why you would do that. So maybe he doesn’t love her the way she loves him, but they were friends for years before, you would think that he would at least have some respect for her feelings. Not even romantically, just as a friend. You would think he would at least care enough about her feelings to wait. He is a fully grown adult making conscious decisions. In that moment when he realised he wanted Hanna, it would have been very easy for him to just wait. He was also completely sober, which obviously being drunk isn’t an excuse, but at least it would help me understand why he did what he did. Spencer and Caleb were in a completely healthy, loving (I guess) relationship and Hanna is engaged. And here comes the worst part. He was a complete idiot and he is the one that’s not going to suffer. Spencer is going to be the one heartbroken and hurting when she’s the one that did nothing wrong. Spencer did not 'steal’ Caleb from Hanna. Hanna was engaged and Spencer had waited for 3 years before asking Hanna who basically told her to go right ahead. If this is a 'pick me! choose me! love me!’ situation then it doesn’t take a genius to know who Caleb will pick. Haleb will get their happy ending . Caleb knew better. HE. KNEW. BETTER. And yeah, maybe so did 18, and 16, and even 15 year old Spencer, but that doesn’t mean she deserved to be cheated on. It doesn’t mean that she doesn’t deserve the happiness she’s been waiting for, for her entire life.

Now everyone’s saying that she deserved better. But the truth is, she’s always deserved better. Her and Emily were always the most targeted by A and she went through so much. She was accused of multiple things she did not do, and there were only a few people who ever believed her. Her parents never thought she lived up to Melissa’s standards and apart from that one time she buried Bethany to protect her, Melissa has been a complete bitch to Spencer for her entire life for no legitimate reason. She went through a drug addiction and going to Radley on top of all the hurt A has caused her. In college she thought she was going to have to go through an abortion and when they were waiting for the test results once again Toby was a complete idiot and was not helpful at all. She finally graduates and starts her life and finds some happiness and even falls in love but the same day she admits to Caleb that she loves him, he kisses her best friend. I am sick and tired of seeing people hate on her when she is an actual angel doing the best she can. She’s been through so much and she manages to slay. She’s a wonderful friend and truly cares about Hanna and suggested to break things up with Caleb multiple times if Hanna wasn’t comfortable with it. All Hanna needed to do was say the word and Spencer wouldn’t have even held it against her for a second because considering how unloved she was as a child, she is one of the most loving characters on this show. So, she deserves better. She has always deserved better and she will always deserve better.

And in conclusion, I am bitter.