i hate this but it took me long so i'm posting it anyway

TAG YOURSELF- LOSER'S CLUB EDITION
  • BILL:
  • •the mum friend
  • •probably a socialist
  • •scared of nothing
  • •depressed but in denial about it
  • •gets all the romantic attention
  • •into vintage stuff
  • •makes u cry all the time
  • •a cutie
  • •likes dogs
  • STANLEY:
  • •fuck this shit i'm out
  • •has nice hair
  • •always late or never turns up
  • •would actually kill himself
  • •wears expensive shirts
  • •the Obscure Friend™
  • •behaves like a virgo but isn't a virgo
  • •scared of cats
  • •takes the nicest photos
  • MIKE:
  • •broke out of a conservative family
  • •has an anime backstory
  • •nearly been killed about 8 times
  • •smells of books
  • •doesn't fight back bc he doesn't want to seem rude
  • •the quiet one with all the ideas
  • •lets you copy his homework
  • •too cool for the squad but was adopted in anyway
  • BEVERLY:
  • •a bit unstable but still lovely
  • •stands for shit from no one
  • •hates boys but isn't gay
  • •could make a binbag look nice
  • •ur mum doesn't like her
  • •has 1 friend
  • •probably writes poetry in the bath
  • •I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT MY BAD REPUTATION
  • •secretly taught herself karate in year 9
  • EDDIE:
  • •so far in the closet he's seen Narnia
  • •biggest mummy's boy since Norman Bates
  • •uses big words to make up for his height
  • •carries hand sanitiser and would probably drink it tbh
  • •trying his best
  • •prepares for his death if he catches a cold
  • •always injures himself on group outings
  • •buys kids' tickets and gets away with it
  • BEN:
  • •got hot eventually
  • •knows everything bc he lives on wikipedia
  • •will win every game of jenga
  • •definition of a nerd
  • •listens to awful mum rock
  • •terrible at flirting
  • •just happy to be here
  • •can't get a girlfriend
  • •terrible handwriting
  • •probs writes conspiracy theories in his spare time
  • RICHIE:
  • •the BIGGEST GAY
  • •works 72 hour shifts so he can afford nice watches
  • •looks good in leather
  • •can blag the whole squad into any party
  • •wears cuban heels and carries a zippo
  • •literally everyone likes him
  • •somehow has gossip about everyone
  • •likes obscure indie music and adidas
  • •would rather die than go to the circus
  • •has fucked your mother

anonymous asked:

"Why are you crying?" Four word prompt.

i really wanted to write a little something about sign of the times so this is what i came up with!! hope you guys like it xx

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“I can’t believe you’re making me wait like everyone else.” I grumbled, sitting in our bed with my laptop open to the BBC Radio 1 page. It was about 7:50 AM on April 7th. Harry was still lying in bed next to me, watching me with an amused smile on his face, his hand cradling his cheek.

“S’only fair as my biggest fan that you don’t get special treatment.”

“Or,” I was picking at my lips absentmindedly, still scrolling through the website, trying to find the right page, “You just like seeing me surprised and freaking out.”

Harry gently pushed my hand away from my face to stop me from picking at my lips, a habit he was always scolding me for.

“I would never be so cruel.” He said, but he was smiling at me.

“Aren’t you freaking out? This is the world premiere of your first single as a solo artist.”

He shrugged, “A little… Mostly excited though.”

I grinned and pinched his cheek, “I’m really proud of you, bub.”

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Second Chances

Words: 10.1k

Genre: Fluff / Soulmate AU

Warnings: slight description of a panic attack, swearing

Description:  Soulmate AU in which you get to see colours when you kiss your soulmate. Dan has a particularity.

Read on AO3 / @cityofdan made a moodboard for this and I’m crying


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Hey folks, it’s August now, which means my birthday’s in about 19 days. I normally hate doing ANYTHING for my birthday, but this year I’d like one thing in particular, and that’s to be able to get out of an unhealthy and dangerously toxic living situation with my mother. Please bear with me because I… Hate making posts like this. I hate having to make them. But this is going to be my last chance to get out of here while I can still have a hope in hell on my future.

When I was entering 11th grade, my mother pulled me out of school and made me move back across the country to live with her again. This was for a lot of reasons. She had been diagnosed with renal cell carcinoma, and wasn’t sure if she’d live through it. She had learned that I had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and suddenly wanted me “close to home” where she could keep an eye on me. I was still a minor. I was living in student housing. I had no choice, because if I didn’t go back, she would cut off everything and I would have been on the streets.

That was in 2014.

She promised me she would re-enroll me somewhere local so I could finish highschool, get my diploma and go.

She didn’t.

She did go bankrupt, however. And drag both me and my father, whom she had divorced YEARS prior to this, into her downwards financial tailspin. My dad was lucky to get out when we moved- She didn’t want him with her when she moved into her boyfriend’s basement with me, and he didn’t have the stability, space or resources to send me off to school with him. She left him in an empty house. She even took the stove. The fridge. He had a dog with him for christ’s sake, and she knew he wouldn’t be leaving for another three days.

She is emotionally and at times physically abusive with me. I had bruises on my neck for a week where I was choked out when she lost her temper in an argument. I thought I was going to fucking die, but I was too afraid to call the cops. She told me that they’d never believe me, that they’d always listen to the mother, that even if I did win I’d just lose anyways because I’d be homeless without her.

She regularly tells me that I am not a man, that I am not trans- I’m just confused. It’s just me being manic, or whatever. Not like she will acknowledge my bipolar issues at any time other than to dismiss me. She will tell me that I can tell her anything, that I can trust her and she’ll always support me. And it hurts. It really fucking hurts, because that’s all I want to do, but I know she’ll just store those vulnerabilities like weapons to be used against me later. My dysphoria is just psychosomatic, I should toughen up and deal with it. I’m not having a depressive episode, I’m just being lazy. I have aspbergers when she wants to brag about it, for whatever fucking reason, but when it negatively impacts anything, I just need to grow up. 

And here’s the hardest part for me to ask, to get to, but… God do I ever need help. I’m never going to get out on my own because of this. I already have friends waiting to take me in once I have the money to renew my passport and shell them the cash for gas to drive all the way up here. I already have citizenship both in Canada and the USA, so that’s hardly an issue.

I have a ko-fi link on my blog as well as on my art-blog, @mavosathra. I have a paypal at Jennalele@hotmail.com. I will do commissions, I will write for you, if that’s what you want. But all I want for my birthday is to get out of here. I want to be free and safe.

anonymous asked:

i'm sorry it why do you ship junkrat with mei?? if you haven't noticed or actually played overwatch, you'd know that mei hates junkrat, they despise each other and they're total opposites. and no, opposites don't always attract.

Ladies and Gentleman, we have a first!

In the two or so years I’ve had this blog, I’ve never had an antagonistic anon before. Then again, I only ever started branching out into non-Soul Eater things in September, so maybe this is just what happens when you start to create content for bigger fandoms? 

First things first: If you don’t like the content I post, I suggest that you either unfollow my blog or use blacklist to block the tags for content you don’t like. Your Tumblr experience is curated by you. I’ll tag my content to help you blacklist topics you wish to avoid, but it’s ultimately up to each user to take the necessary steps to tailor their dashboard.

Secondly, in sending me a rude ask, you have given me an excuse to talk about a favorite ship of mine. So buckle up, we’ve got a long post incoming!

Why ship Junkrat and Mei? Why ship any two characters?

Take a gander at this post by @chaoticlivi. It’s a pretty exhaustive list of reasons people get invested in the relationship between any two characters. They span from aesthetic and visual tastes (these two look great together!) to more in depth, thematic ones (their relationship embodies a theme I care about). Basically, there are many many reasons to love a ship, and canon rarely has much to do with it.  

In general, canon is a box of scraps. This is especially true for Overwatch, which despite its exhaustive lore leaves many holes in character stories and relationships. Nothing in the game itself (which I do play often, btw) is ‘canon.’ The voicelines you hear haven’t actually happened. They are meant to give us insight into the characters, their histories, and their relationships, but you can’t quote them as something Mei or Junkrat have actually said.  

In-game content is also in flux. As more shorts and comics come out, as the actual Overwatch lore grows, the game evolves too. It’s possible what’s canon within the game now will change later on. 

What I’m saying is, you can point at two voicelines and wave around words like ‘hate’ until you are blue in the face, but that won’t 1) make it canon that Junkrat and Mei will be at odds forever or 2) make me any less likely to ship them.

Now that I’ve got the “shipping doesn’t need a canon basis and Overwatch shipping is a crapshoot built on nearly nothing anyway” part done, I can actually talk about Mei and Junkrat.

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279 prompts cause I'm waiting and waiting and waiting

1. Someday I’m going to get this right.
2. Maybe I don’t need to understand
3. I’m holding on tightly
4. You’re a mystery.
5. Wait until the lights are low.
6. I did it thanklessly.
7. I got a strange feeling about this.
8. You’re running away?
9. Don’t stop if you’re enjoying yourself.
10. I think about it every day and every night.
11. I can’t say ‘no’.
12. Well I didn’t think you’d take it this far.
13. You won’t be the same.
14. Come closer, I have to tell you something.
15. I hated the nights in the van when we drove through the night.
16. That’s a hundred miles an hour.
17. Even though it’s not always good.
18. You’re more than just a great face.
19. Let your hair down.
20. We can be ourselves now.
21. Go ahead, be foolish.
22. It’s your fault that I screen my phone calls.
23. I’m not home anyway.
24. Tell me when.
25. You’re talking to a lady.
26. You’re not exactly what I had in mind either.
27. How can you ignore it?
28. This conversation is pointless.
29. Trust me, you were heard.
30. I can hear crying through the door.
31. I never took anyone’s side.
32. I’ll keep my mouth shut.
33. She can’t keep you from stumbling.
34. I’m in misery.
35. Your chest is so cold right now.
36. I will cover you until we’re gone.
37. We are the same!
38. You could make it easy on me.
39. The wait is so long.
40. Thanks for the souvenir
41. Of course, he fucked everything up.
42. I did what you couldn’t
43. This is wrong?
44. I have some hope left.
45. Anything you ever did was strictly what you were told to.
46. I know what I need!
47. Tell on me
48. It’s now or never.
49. Leave a trace of yourself, come on.
50. Let me take the lead.
51. You think I’ll apologize for what I did.
52. I’ll admit that I fucked up.
53. There’s some grey here.
54. You better believe I’ll move on.
55. Tell it like it was, come on.
56. You know what to do if you’re lonely
57. I’m suffocating
58. It’s been a long time coming.
59. What are you trying to do to us?
60. What about Sunday? You swore you’d make it work.
61. I wish you would change your mind.
62. It would just take a minute.
63. I’ll be awake anyway.
64. He said you were nice.
65. Unless you’re going to be cool…
66. Find me tonight. I’ll still be in the city.
67. What made you think twice?
68. Secretly, you’re a good one, aren’t you?
69. You broke a couple glasses.
70. You called me about six different awful names.
71. You posted it.
72. I’ve been so worried about you lately.
73. You think you’re good enough, huh?
74. It’s good enough for now.
75. You don’t look like the person I trusted.
76. You can’t find love when you’re this smashed.
77. That’s not what you said yesterday!
78. I’ll feel better when we get to the club.
79. Nothing your hands on my body can’t fix.
80. I know you need a body to keep you warm.
81. We will have a good time
82. You’re acting pathetic.
83. You’re the only reason I came.
84. I thought you were going to help me.
85. I’m not giving you shit.
86. It’s 4 in the morning.
87. Of course, it hurts.
88. You got to give me more than that.
89. Why did I even wait up?
90. I don’t want to lose another fight.
91. Let it sink in.
92. How can you sleep?
93. It’s all over me.
94. I handed over the keys.
95. I can’t stop crying now.
96. If we’re going to do it, I want to do it right.
97. I don’t feel very safe.
98. Remember when you said you would change?
99. You don’t play fair.
100. That hair is not mine.
101. You and I didn’t exist ever.
102. What were you hoping for?
103. Why did you play games?
104. Don’t speak for me ever again.
105. I’m not something to be conquered.
106. You know just what to say.
107. Just couldn’t resist.
108. We have way too much in common.
109. I have a shopping problem.
110. Do you think about me when you get off?
111. This feels hopeless now.
112. I’ve got time for you. Always.
113. Were you crying?
114. You’re confusing me!
115. Don’t waste my time.
116. It’s too late for this tonight.
117. I’m sure you feel very right.
118. I didn’t feel bad when we lied.
119. I heard you scream in the bathroom.
120. Wait around and see for yourself.
121. How high are you?
122. I never put you down.
123. No one needs that!
124. Did you forget to turn your heart on this morning?
125. It feels really tight.
126. Why are you still talking?
127. I can’t escape you!
128. This is the best I can do.
129. If you see me walking down the street, just walk by, okay?
130. I still cry about it.
131. Do you ever think about what we did?
132. You still turn me on.
133. My heart feels heavy.
134. I’ve had too much time these days.
135. Don’t call me baby.
136. Can you not see murder when it’s in front of you?
137. Stop showing up at my favourite places.
138. You don’t just want to talk.
139. Walk away.
140. You know all the reasons why already.
141. You didn’t know me then.
142. What’s the excuse?
143. She lost control.
144. Are you lonely?
145. What’s with the naked guys?
146. Don’t get carried away.
147. Stop screaming. We are in public.
148. I heard through a bunch of people.
149. Oh wow, you’re not kidding.
150. Vanilla, right?
151. You are actually going to go home with them?
152. This is not me being jealous, okay?
153. Oh, I love paying for things I can’t afford.
154. I’m not sitting here and wishing for you.
155. What’s on your phone that is so interesting?
156. I’m imagining what you could possibly find interesting about them.
157. You’re not that much of a mess.
158. I’ve seen you here before.
159. Good luck replacing me.
160. I wish I was smarter.
161. I’m not interested in you like this.
162. Can you handle that?
163. We’re never alone
164. You’re leaving with somebody else
165. You said I could come along.
166. I did not see this coming.
167. You sound like crazy people.
168. Your car reeks of weed.
169. Do you hear yourself right now?
170. I’m tired of putting things on hold.
171. This is the strangest thing you’ve asked for.
172. I don’t want to know why.
173. I’d rather be sad with you.
174. Wake me up next time.
175. It feels like fire.
176. How much more of this can you take?
177. It’s hard being away from you and not knowing.
178. I can’t believe this is happening
179. Don’t rage about this.
180. I hate that I need you.
181. How are you going to make things better?
182. Are we being spied on?
183. You know I’m human, right?
184. Hate is a part of life.
185. Baby, answer the question
186. I know that you’re sorry
187. I need you to pay attention.
188. Now you’re freaking out.
189. I didn’t know about this garbage when I agreed.
190. Give me a chance to remember
191. I defended you
192. I’m in my own world.
193. Write the note already.
194. Load your car up then.
195. I won’t say it.
196. Tequila turns you into someone else.
197. So you lied and cheated?
198. It’s seven am, you can’t be angry yet.
199. You got one shot left.
200. I’ve been thinking about what I used to do to you
201. All I need is a little bit.
202. You are drinking too much
203. Keep it to yourself
204. You think this is what 'okay’ looks like?
205. If you only knew.
206. Just wondered if you were asleep.
207. I don’t care how you feel.
208. It’s less dangerous this way
209. Keep it real.
210. I wish I could read your mind.
211. I’m not looking for a fantasy.
212. I’m so into you.
213. This is heaven.
214. It’s chaos in here.
215. Am I dreaming?
216. You’re my only friend
217. I know why you’re crying, but care to explain anyway?
218. Everyone knows what you think.
219. You can’t miss what wasn’t yours.
220. It was all a lie. I lied and kept lying.
221. You said 'yes’.
222. Wait a minute, bring that back.
223. I’m not worried about a thing.
224. You got this.
225. You’re smarter than you think you are.
226. He is so drunk on power.
227. This belongs to you. I want you to have it.
228. What do you believe in then?
229. This is betrayal. This feels like a slap in the face.
230. He was right there.
231. This is my life, don’t you forget that.
232. I paid him to do that.
233. What good could you do?
234. How much will you lose?
235. Are you committed to this?
236. She won’t listen to you.
237. Use both hands.
238. I didn’t get close on purpose.
239. You’re the worst nice girl I’ve known.
240. I’m not the nervous kind.
241. Shame on me for getting so close.
242. Fuck you and your family dinner.
243. I wish we never kissed.
244. Is it okay that we are so close?
245. You’ve been nothing but trouble since you arrived.
246. Good luck finding someone to be with you now.
247. Doesn’t matter what you tell them, I’m not coming.
248. I would have figured you out.
249. If it was my choice, we would still be together
250. Where have you been?
251. You want to be forgiven?
252. I’m scared I’ll die alone
253. I didn’t want to walk out.
254. Where were you then?
255. When I saw you, I freaked out.
256. Don’t run away from me.
257. I’d go anywhere you wanted to go.
258. I saw you from the corner of my eye.
259. You’re making my heart feel tight.
260. You don’t have to dress up.
261. I’m letting go tonight.
262. That better not end up on the Internet.
263. I’m trying to be patient.
264. This wasn’t what I dreamed for myself.
265. I don’t want to hear the great story you worked out
266. Call in sick.
267. I can wait til you get back.
268. This is about to go from bad to disastrous
269. I didn’t think I’d actually wind up liking you.
270. You knocked him out.
271. You’re not the boss of me.
272. You think you’re so slick, don’t you?
273. She is going to destroy you.
274. Can you walk and talk at the same time?
275. I’ll call you a cab. An uber.
276. You must not respect me at all.
277. The kitchen? Of all places?
278. Call that girl. I bet she would give you a ride.
279. If it makes you feel better, go ahead.

a DAMN GOOD IGNIS MOMENT.



But really, the more I watch it the more I realise it’s not only a fantastic Ignis moment, it’s a fantastic Chocobros moment in general? REALLY LONG POST AHEAD + UNFINISHED GAMEPLAY WRITING BUT THIS SCENE

Lemme start with Ignis because duh (if you’ve seen anything out of me the past two weeks, it’s probably been Ignis related). He’s been pretty passive about losing his eyesight up until this point. He calls it a minor sacrifice in the grand scheme of things. When Noctis and Gladio fight on the train, Ignis says nothing, even though part of the argument is his own injury. He only tries to stop Gladio by saying his name; Prompto is the one who tries to break it up (more in a moment. anyway not that Ignis really could break it up rn but you know) He’s been optimistic enough about it, though. “I’ll manage somehow” when you invite him into the mines. “This is considerably harder than I expected” he says about fighting. But sometimes you hear the boys say something and Iggy just sort of sighs. They’re dancing around him, and his injury, and the argument, and this scene is where it culminates.

The first time he actually says that it isn’t okay is because of their friendship hitting a low point, rather than his actual injury. But he is so, so aware of that injury and how it has the potential to drag them down. He still says “I would remain with you all. Til the very end” because these are his brothers and he damn well plans to, but that said.

This is the first time we hear Ignis raise his voice, I think. Not including battle cries and the like. Which is saying a lot because this boy is very, very calculated on his emotions. (ie later on when Prompto falls off the train, you hear the very audible difference in Noctis’s voice vs Iggy’s) He’s Crownsguard, Noctis is his king, he will do anything for him, and believes he has no reason to complain even if he has gone blind. But that’s a Big Thing. His yelling in this scene exactly “I know full well!” is finally, finally his frustration coming out and it’s triggered because of their bickering (or anti-bickering, since they aren’t really… speaking much).

He says he is willing to bow out if he starts to slow them down, which imo is like asking him to suffer a physical injury all over again (he is Crownsguard, Noctis is his king, he will do anything for him) but he still will DO IT because he won’t be a burden.

He goes on to give Noctis what, I think, is a much needed confidence boost. “A king pushes onward always, accepting the consequences and never looking back” and in the opening sentences for the next chapter, it literally uses those same words to describe Noct’s reaction to Ardyn’s trick: never looking back. (Also never looking back is exactly what Ignis is doing right now, which is why the choice to focus the camera so much on his scars in that moment is AMAZING.)

He continues with that to tell Gladio that Noct will be king and he will rule, but “only once he’s ready”. And this is SO important. Gladio’s interaction with Noct is painful at least and rage inducing at worst (more below) but not only does Noct need to hear this, Gladio does, too. They can push Noctis into that throne but he will never be able to lead until he is ready, and that involves coming to terms with some very, very heavy stuff that’s been happening. Everybody doesn’t handle grief the same way and they’re all having a hard go at it in very different ways thanks to the events of late.

So all of this makes this the DAMN GOOD IGNIS MOMENT. But it’s also really good for the rest of them, both in mentioned ways and others, but since I’m apparently waxing poetic 

Prompto, Gladio, and Noctis under the cut ↓ (note: 150% zoom for easier reading)

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Glitched: Part 10 - Always Watching

Author’s Note: Holy hell, was this insane to write X_X

A few things. Firstly, I apologize for how long it took for this to come out. I was incredibly anxious about school, plus I was just overly struggling with writing this chapter. I had a general idea of what I wanted to happen, but I didn’t really know how to get it down into words.

Secondly, this came out as about 18 pages long in Word so I apologize for how ridiculously long this is! I didn’t think it was going to come out so damn long!

And thirdly, this chapter is heavy on the angst. There’s a little bit of horror – of course – but this chapter is mainly angst-ridden so prepare for a LOT of feels! For Christ’s sake, I CRIED while writing this, so that should be saying something.

WARNING: This chapter is very heavy and is incredibly dark. There are mentions of suicide, abuse (both physical and mental), bullying (mainly cyberbullying), existential crisis, self-mutilation, and incredibly low self-esteem. There are mentions of a character getting lobotomized. There is a scene with a detailed description of the inside of a character’s back, which contains abnormal anatomy.

I will say this and I will say this one: This is NOT a happy fun time chapter! (I know, the story as a whole isn’t happy, but this chapter is VERY heavy on the angst as opposed to the other chapters) There ARE feels.

You have been warned.

Enjoy!

(I am SO sorry. I feel so bad for writing this! ;^;)

Listen to this playlist while reading.


Wheezing breaths of agony echoed throughout the room as he operated. Warm sticky crimson spurted onto his naked lanky fingers – the very fingers of which were maneuvering the stainless steel instrument through his patient’s skull. A pained gasp expelled from the man upon the bloodied table.

“Oh be quiet.” The glitching entity hissed with agitation. “Stop your whining.” He scoffed. “You act as though you’ve never felt pain before.” A delighted giggle came ringing out of the creature’s slit throat. “Almost like you’re afraid of dying.”

A quivering whimper could faintly be heard coming from his patient as he fiddled with the orbitoclast. The green-haired demon smirked from behind his surgical mask.

“I must say, Herr Doktor,” He said in a horrible German accent, mocking the man, “you should be proud of me. I’m no doctor, but I seem to be doing an impeccable job here, if I do say so myself.” He bragged, his smirk stretching into a twisted smile.

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Title: Queen of Hearts
Fandom: Riverdale
Characters: Cheryl Blossom x Reader
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 1,400
Warnings: None
Notes: This is a result of me lamenting on the fact that Cheryl really deserves someone who loves and appreciates her.

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Prior to falling in love with the captain of the River Vixens, you had absolutely no interest in cheerleading. You thought it was one of the stupidest ‘sports’ in existence, and it was nothing more than a social construct to allow pretty, popular girls to assert their dominance over their school. It was most certainly still that, but after accompanying Cheryl to practice every day for two weeks while her car was in the shop, you realized it was of much more importance than just some air-headed rhyming phrases and pom-poms.

“You’re really going to just sit in solemn silence with your headphones in, while the hottest and most talented girl you know is working her ass off right in front of you?” Cheryl inquired as she followed you over to the bleachers. You set her duffle bag down next to your backpack, and made yourself as comfortable as possible on the cold metal seat while she fished around in her bag.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll definitely be watching your ass – I just won’t be paying much attention to anything else,” you clarified, shooting her a wink, and she rolled her eyes in response. Still, you could see a small smile on her red lips.

“Whatever, just… keep quiet – and let me know if you need anything,” Cheryl said, attempting to still sound annoyed, yet unable to keep from being sweet to you.

“Gotcha, doll.”

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anonymous asked:

Prompt 100 bellarke: "I'm mad at you because I love you"

I’m sorry this took so very long, anon; I hope you still see it. I’ve been sitting on this for a while, but a lot of Life has gotten in the way of me polishing and posting it.

Bellarke, Canon-verse, ~1200 words, from this list.

On AO3.

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Miller, leaning back in one of the plastic Dropship chairs, enjoying his off-shift hours in casual conversation with Roma and Mbege, is the first to hear them. It’s Clarke’s sharp “No!” that alerts him to trouble. Or intrigue, or both. 

He knows that voice. He knows that exact tone, in fact, from an Earth Skills project they worked on together when they were twelve. Even though six years have passed since then, he still feels a sharp jolt when he hears it—some combination of fear and annoyance and exasperation—like a ghost passing all the way through him and leaving him shivering in its wake. He holds up a hand and Mbege stops talking, mid-word.

“Did you hear that?” he asks, and tips forward in his chair again.

“You’re going to have to come up with a better argument than just stomping your foot at me, Princess,” Bellamy’s voice sneers, and Miller glances over to his friends again.

Roma just shrugs. “Bellamy and Clarke are arguing. So?”

It’s true that they’ve fought before and probably will again, but they’re usually semi-discreet about it. They’re both too proud for public scenes, and even more so since they claimed de facto leadership status of the group. This fight is something else, verbal combat on a whole new level. And pretty soon the whole camp is going to hear it—probably some Grounders too, at this rate, a thought that makes Miller’s jaw clench. 

“So, you’re not at all curious what it’s about?” he asks.

“No, not really,” Roma answers, and rolls her eyes so dramatically up toward the sky that Miller knows she’s lying through her teeth. A fight this loud is bound to end in swinging fists or hate sex and he wants as much of the story as possible, for future reference. When he levels her with a disbelieving stare and she just crosses her arms and bites her lip, he figures she does too.

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Nu Kappa Tau - Milkshake

You get drunk and cry over your love for Doyoung, Doyoung tries to save his own ass after an argument, and you want five milkshakes. Your relationship in a nutshell, really.

I wasn’t going to post this because it’s technically an “end credits” scene i suppose for a different fic, but, an anon wanted some doyoung because they were stressed and this is something i could post so. i hope it makes you feel a little better lil anonnie <3

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getupoffathathang  asked:

FlintWood Stop being so lame For the drabbles u ship them right?

“Stop being so lame,” Marcus complained, reaching for the glass that Oliver had just swiped from him.

“I’m being ‘lame’ because you told me to stop you after six drinks, Marcus,” his boyfriend replied, holding the firewhisky that Marcus very much wanted just out of reach.

“Sober me is stupid,” Marcus said, lunging a bit towards the tumbler in Oliver hand, failing, and collapsing onto Oliver’s lap instead. “You shouldn’t listen to him,” Marcus muttered, rubbing his cheek against Oliver’s jeans.

“Sober you says the same thing about drunk you.”

“So I’m always stupid. Big deal.” Marcus grinned up at Oliver. “You still like me anyway.”

Oliver rolled his eyes.

“Merlin knows why,” he said, but the exasperation in his voice was undercut by the affectionate smile on his lips as he took a sip of Marcus’ drink.

“No fair,” Marcus pouted, looking up at the drink with longing, but his arms were too heavy to try to grab at it again.

“Since when do you know a goddamn thing about being fair, Flint?” Oliver laughed.

“You’re just mad I’m better at Quidditch than you.”

“I might be if that was even remotely true.”

“I hate you.”

“You don’t.”

“I know.” Marcus closed his eyes, a smile on his face and Oliver’s hand stroking his hair.

Send me a ship and a sentence, I’ll write the next five (or so)

Young

Ok so this is literally my first ever public piece of writing and I’m so proud of it. Its a Otayuri one shot I wrote based on the song Young by The Chainsmokers and yea here it is. It is also illustrated by @iamatrashfan who I’m obsessed with and the art for this song also pushed me to post this so yea… here’s to my fave otp and my first public piece ❤️❤️

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The world fell silent in the mist of cigarette smoke. Bodies pressed together in the heat of a rare summer night in Russia. Otabek flew over last week in order to visit before pre-season began. The window of the small room was cracked open for the 12 am breeze as well to let out the smoke of the cigarette being passed back and forth between Yuri and Otabek. It was a long day, Beka took him on a motorcycle ride to visit his grandpa and have dinner. Lila and Yakov were away for some ballet summer camp where they were working at meaning the teen had the apartment to himself. The two of them have been together for quite a while now and could definitely say they had memories to share. Yuri now 18 and Otabek 19 turning 20 they owned every single moment good and bad ranging from bar fights to carnival nights. But neither of them were complaining. Yuri absolutely loved the wind in his continuously growing hair when he gets on the back of Bekas bike and Otabek just loved to be with him. But they’ve had their share of arguments mater of fact they were post-cuddling at this very moment. They got into and argument with Yuras grandfather over how reckless they could be. Yuri and his stubborn attitude clashed with Otabeks calm and collective side and when Yuri let something slip his grandpa was quick to pick up on it. They hashed it out in the backyard until it was dinner time to which they dropped it for at least then. The ride back home was agonizingly silent for Otabek, he had never heard Yuri so silent and it was scaring him a little bit. They parked the bike and returned to the apartment building. Things were said and Yuri laid hands on Otabek but as soon as he pushed he was immediately snapped out of his rage. They apologized to eachother and decided to make it back to the room, both exhausted from yelling and arguing. “You know something Beks? I hate arguing with you. It sucks and I hate it. Period.” The cigarette now put out in the ashtray on the bed stand. Potya silently made her way on the bed and squished herself between the two of them purring sleepily Otabek as of instinct began to pet her. “It’s not easy to stop the argument when you let your temper take over. Its hard to talk to you especially when you begin to yell.” Yuri scoffed but knew he was right. He tended to lose any sense when we was angry know all to well when it came with Viktor and his stupid fiancé. “Yea yea I said I was sorry. Anyways you tend to get me angry every time you just stand there with that sane face and calm voice when we’re obviously arguing.” Otabek sighed, “Well one of us has to be rational in order to keep the peace in the end.” With the cigarette now put out he was able to take the opportunity to snuggle up closer to his boyfriend, basking in the scent of him. It was a mix of cologne, cigarettes, and engine oil due to the fact he works on his second bike every day, his goal to get it up and running eventually. “ Besides I like to think we grow from every argument we have.” Yuri groaned and placed his arms under his head so he can still lay on him but also be able to see his face. “Ugh here we go with your words of wisdom.” Otabek slightly chuckled. Yuri was not one of mottos and sayings but he knew what he meant by it and still listened. “What? I’m just saying that everyday we learn a little bit more than the day before it. Yura we’re still young meaning we have lots of time to figure things out.” He knew Otabek had a point, and to be frank he was pretty sure he heard something like this from Lila. “Yes and it’s one of the reasons you tend to take things slow. It took me ages for you to let me kiss you.” “Yea well I just wanna enjoy things while we can you know?” And he did know. Otabek was a man of many words when it came to the moments he shared only with him. Yuri tended to rush things but was always down for whatever Beka was comfortable with, not wanting to scare the boy away. It was safe to say they were still figuring things out, they could debate for hours on end about their own opinions, but there was always a meeting point where things just made sense. “I know what you mean but sometimes taking a chance could be worth it. I took a chance with you.” “Hmph more like you took a chance and got lucky. Beggars can’t be choosy.” Yuri laughed and hit him. “Shut up with your inspirational quotes. Just kiss me damn it.” And just that he did. Their lips met in a slow paced kiss sealing the forgotten words and punches from the day tight and away. If only they could stay this young forever.

our-its-a-mad-world  asked:

Hi!! If you are still doing prompts: 18 with aaron getting badly hurt (beat up?) and andrew freaking the fuck out and a "soft" moment between them? I love your writing!!! i feel like you are the only person who actually understands andrew completly

awww bud that’s so unbelievably nice :’)) I was a little looser w the ‘beating up’ thing for optimal emotional turmoil, but I think the core of it is still what you asked for!!

18: “Do you even care?”

In the end, Aaron calls Katelyn, Katelyn calls Neil, and Neil calls Andrew. It’s the most the four of them have interacted since bargains were broken like bones that had set wrong.

It’s 6 in the morning when Andrew wakes up in an empty bed, his phone crying tinnily about runaways from the bedside table. He gropes for it and flips it open just to get it to stop making noise, tossing it to the centre of the bed.

Aaron, Nicky, and Kevin had gone to Columbia without them for the first time, and the dorm is dead silent, none of the chatter or the obnoxious sounds of games (video or exy) from the TV.

“Andrew,” he hears faintly. “Hello?”

He stares at the blue of the screen, an island in the complete darkness of the room.

“Andrew,” he hears again, Neil’s voice flinty and impatient. “Aaron’s in the hospital.”

He picks up the phone before hospital can find its way out of Neil’s mouth. The sheets slither to the floor and he clutches the phone so hard that it creaks.

“Why?” he manages, forcing his feet into pant-legs then shoes and rolling his arm bands on with the phone pinned at his neck. Neil’s breathing is loud in his ear.

“Someone… put something in his drink, I don’t know. Katelyn said he’s okay enough to call her but he sounded groggy. He overdosed pretty badly.”

Andrew drops his shirt and ferociously puts his attention into Neil’s voice. “Did someone touch him?”

“No,” Neil breathes, instantly. “Nicky was with him. No one got close.”

“Where is he?” 

“Columbia, still. Katelyn’s driving up right now, and Nicky and Kevin are with him. It’s fine, Andrew.”

“It is not,” he snarls. He tries to maneuver his shirt on whilst still holding his phone and he misses twice.

“It’s not,” Neil agrees. “It will be. Alive is a good start.”

“I should have been there.” He can feel the colour in his voice and he hates it, the threadiness of it. He tries not to regret things where people can see.

“I’m almost home, go get in the car,” Neil says. “We can be in Columbia before daylight.”

Andrew hangs up and strangles his phone with his fist. He looks down at the clothes he took off of Neil the night before and he thinks about the pointless choices he made that took him away from his brother when he needed him. He thinks about Aaron in a bar with someone’s eyes on him, someone who wanted him helpless and tried to make him that way. 

He snaps his phone in half, and wishes he could snap it into smaller pieces like folding paper.

It’s his fault. He pretends that deals absolve him of responsibility when he discards them. but it doesn’t work that way with blood. Aaron is the part of him that found better, sooner. Different timing, an inch to the left, and Aaron would’ve learned the worst parts of Andrew’s past demonstrated by some animal at Eden’s Twilight last night. 

Andrew took his eyes from his brother, his reflection, and the mirror fell and shattered.

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Okay I’ve attempted to make a follow forever for quite some time now and honestly this took forever to make anyway?? But I’ve reached 1200 which I feel is a decent milestone so I wanted to make one of these to celebrate! :D I do want to preface though, because I’ve mentally said it over probably thirty times at least as I was making this that I truly am sorry that I’m the worst person ever at communication and literally I love to talk to anyone, but sometimes I genuinely forget and don’t look in my IMs for months on end and the next time I see it I’m like?? Oh wow they probably hate me for taking so long should I still reply?? Lolol, but yeah I’ll go ahead and do these but I’m gonna do the special shoutouts at the bottom ^.^ But honestly thank you and I love you to everyone who follows me and who I follow and I appreciate all of you and I know I forgot people so chances are even if you’re not on here I’ll still follow you forever??

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anonymous asked:

I love how (at least with the later seasons of the show) there's this trend of shipping Sam with a minor character that would love and support him. Sammax, Saileen, I'm sure there's others I'm forgetting.

Okay so I’ve noticed this too, and I love this trend, but I have a hypothesis.

(Quick note:  This is not a meta. I don’t write meta. This is just an idea.)

So I’ve been in this fandom long enough to have witnessed a bit of its history. Not so long ago (soon enough that I still see remnants of it), there was this #givesamaboyfriend trend. It’s still a thing that people want Sam to have a bf, but this was like. A movement. The idea being that 1. Sam has been Claimed By The Queers, and 2. Sam needs someone to love and care for him, because lord knows the showrunners keep putting him through the wringer with little to no acknowledgement afterwards. Our queer boy is being treated poorly and needs someone to hold him and tell him nice things. Of course, there were times where this painted Sam as a damsel in distress who is unable to stand up for himself, but to be fair, there are times in actual canon that paint the same exact picture. So, y’know, I’ll let it slide.

So we see a hundred posts that all read like:  “Season x wishlist:  Sam meets a man (played by Steven Amell) during a hunt and saves his life. Hunter guy sticks around for a while, sees how people treat Sam, and helps Sam re-learn to stand up for himself.” Details change, of course, but that was the gist.

And then, we started getting characters that fit the bill, or could be molded to. Anyone else remember when people were shipping Sadreel/Sezekiel when we first got wind of Gadreel’s existence? WEEKS before the s9 pilot aired, before we knew who Ezekiel was or why he was there, he was the big strong man who would protect Sam. And even now that we know everything about Gadreel, there are some shippers (myself included) who not only held onto this idea, but thought it was ten times better that Gadreel was at least as tragic as Sam was. That’s not to say that Gadreel was the first character that this happened with, but it’s the first I can think of off the top of my head.

So in the case of SamMax … come on, he pretty much fits that description from earlier:  They met on a case, Sam helped save everyone’s bacon, Max (and Alicia) see how Sam is treated and stand up for him. (I know it was a humourous moment, but they could have easily freaked out that Sam was possessed. Instead, they both go “wow, that’s kind of personal, dude. You can’t just bring that stuff up like that, wow, have some tact.”) Max didn’t need to be altered as a character. We didn’t need to use our imaginations like we did with Sezekiel. Max was everything we were looking for with Sam, without changing the character or filling in blanks, and that’s why I think it got as popular as it did. It persists now because Max has survived so far, unlike other characters like Gadreel.

(Another interesting note:  I see people doing this with older episodes too. They see an old gifset from one of the first three seasons and ship Sam with a male one-off character.)

Now, Saileen is different. Not necessarily because she’s female (the “Sam is Queer” thing isn’t diminished by that, I mean), but because there wasn’t the whole #givesamaboyfriend background. I think the most likely reason Saileen got so popular is because she was Sam’s friend. Not to say that males and females can’t be Just Friends, but when was the last time we saw someone who was Sam’s friend, who not only treated him well, but wasn’t Dean’s friend first? Sorry to say, it’s been a long time. Even Charlie doesn’t fit both criteria. I don’t have the encyclopedic knowledge of SPN I used to, but the first friend of Sam’s that I can think of is Sarah. Guess what, she’s dead. Meg 1.0? Not only was she a demon, but she’s also dead.

Then I think of Dr. Cara. They weren’t friends, necessarily, but they could have been. She took an interest in Sam and was kind to him. But I hate how their interaction was treated on the show. Not only because Dean constantly griped about Sam “cockblocking him” (even though she showed exactly negative interest in Dean), but because it was later painted as a bad thing when they hooked up because Dean thought she might be the siren. (I could write a fucking dissertation about this whole thing tbh it pisses me off so much, but I digress). And that’s a really common theme in the show too. Sam can’t just have girlfriends or hookups anymore. Barring early seasons (and Piper), all of Sam’s partners have either had ulterior motives or have been painted in a bad light by other characters. (Think:  The hippie girl and Amy Pond (who I admit wasn’t a romantic partner but was still Sam’s friend – and is now dead, thanks Dean.))

Anyway, Eileen was a breath of fresh air:  She was nice to Sam. She was Sam’s friend (not Dean’s friend who later met Sam). She was a badass and capable hunter, which was important because we all know that hunters (or, at least, the Winchesters) can’t settle down with non-hunters. Dean approved of her. She didn’t have ulterior motives, wasn’t using Sam, and nothing about the storytelling made it seem like their friendship was a Bad Idea. Also, until recently, she was alive and presumably kept in contact with Sam. He even learned a little ASL from her now come on that’s fanfic fodder just by itself.

ANYWAY, this got long as shit, but I think that’s why such rare pairs are popular, with special emphasis on SamMax and Saileen. And I sure as hell hope the trend continues because I live for this shit.

anonymous asked:

DO AN ENJOLTAIRE AS MERTHUR AU. GO.

I FORGOT I HAD THIS ASK HOW COULD I IT’S SO GOOD 
(Okay let me first say AUs in which any of les amis are royalty weird me out since, yknow, monarchy, so let’s assume Enjolras happened to be born the crown prince of Camelot and absolutely hates it and is determined to dissolve the whole notion of a kingdom when he’s supposed to ascend to the throne or something like that)

Anyway: 

We all know how the story goes: everyone hates the current king for his ban on magic throughout Camelot. Enter Grantaire, a powerful (though he doesn’t realize it) wizard new to the kingdom who hates the king for the exact same reason, and his son by extension. 

A vengeful witch tries to kill Enjolras. Grantaire saves his life, though he doesn’t understand why at the time. The king makes Grantaire Enjolras’ manservant as a ‘reward’.

They can’t stand each other at first. Grantaire’s never been that well-off, and he’s uncomfortable in a ridiculously lavish place like the castle. He throws snark at Enjolras every time he’s forced to dress him or pull his bath water or whatever. Enjolras, for his part, hates Grantaire’s attitude and snaps back every time he prods, saying things like ‘the size of my bed/stable/army is beyond my control’.

The Great Dragon tells him it’s his destiny to protect Enjolras and stay by his side. ‘Two sides of the same coin’, the Dragon calls them. Grantaire wants to serve Enjolras even less, after that.

Then he starts to notice things. The sparseness of Enjolras’ chambers compared to the other rooms in the castle. Enjolras paying the merchants for far more than their goods cost, then distributing it to the children of the town. His camaraderie with many of Camelot’s knights, yet his disdain towards the ones who talk down on the poor. Arguments that happen between Enjolras and his father behind closed doors while Grantaire stands outside (”No one person should be allowed to decide who lives or dies!” “It’s the way we’ve lived for centuries.” “Then the way we live must be changed. When I become king…”).

Grantaire sees a glimmer of hope through Enjolras. Maybe, just maybe, he’s someone who could change Camelot for the better.

Grantaire stops complaining about having to prepare Enjolras’ breakfast or polish his armour, even after Enjolras says he doesn’t have to. Grantaire tells himself he’s only doing it because it takes no effort with his magic. 

If it were up to Enjolras, he wouldn’t have a manservant, but he can’t bring himself to tell Grantaire to leave. He doesn’t understand why–Grantaire is loud, insufferable, pessimistic, and often shows up late in the morning reeking of the town’s tavern. 

But sometimes Enjolras catches a glimmer in Grantaire’s eyes. When he’s reading, or caring for Enjolras’ horse, or when he’s laughing with the knights on the training grounds. The grass seems to stand up taller where Grantaire walks through it. Enjolras knows that’s a ridiculous notion. 

One day, Camelot is swept up in a mysterious drought that left it with barely any water and food (hint: it was magic). Enjolras steals the food that the king has been hoarding away in the castle stores and distributes it to the people. 

It’s the same day Grantaire realizes he now has two secrets to keep: that he’s a sorcerer, and that he loves Enjolras.

Another day, a great beast which seems impervious to Enjolras and his knights’ attacks (hint: it was magical) knocks Enjolras unconscious on his back. When he comes to, it’s only to see an armourless, weaponless Grantaire standing alone in front of the slain beast. Grantaire’s eyes are golden when he turns around and fixes them on Enjolras. 

It’s strange. He could swear on the life of every citizen in Camelot that Grantaire’s eyes are a deep brown.

“Do you permit it?” Grantaire keeps asking Enjolras. He asks when he wants to leave the castle, or assist one of the knights, or borrow a book. Enjolras tells him he doesn’t need to ask for permission to do anything. Grantaire is his own person, after all. Not that Enjolras could refuse him anyway. Still, Grantaire keeps asking. 

“Do you permit it?” he asks, with a roll of his eyes, when Enjolras asks where he’s going. He’s only going back to his own chambers. Enjolras reddens. 

“Do you permit it?” he asks, shyly, holding a tunic that Enjolras has gifted him for his birthday (which Enjolras went through a lot of trouble to discover). 

“Do you permit it?” he asks, with thinly veiled panic behind his eyes as he holds a letter from his mother with shaking hands. He needs to return to his hometown for a while. Enjolras never wants to see that look on him again.

“Do you permit it?” he asks one day, when he stands beside Enjolras as a dozen archers aim their arrows at him. Enjolras takes his hand and smiles. He wishes they had more time together.

They aren’t shot. As if propelled by an invisible force, all the archers are knocked off their feet and their bows broken. Grantaire holds his free hand towards them. His eyes are golden. It’s all the confession Enjolras needs.

“Do you permit it?” he asks, wanting permission to leave Enjolras’ service. They avoided each other for a week after the incident. Grantaire’s use of magic broke Camelot’s highest law, which Enjolras hates. He doesn’t understand why Grantaire wants to leave. The thought makes his heart clench. 

Enjolras permits it, on the condition that Grantaire stay by his side. It’s not an order, but a plea. No one should be forced to live in the servitude of another, after all, least of all someone like Grantaire.

Grantaire wants the reason for his condition. Enjolras gives it to him in a rush of breath. Grantaire’s eyes go wide.

“Do you permit it?” Grantaire asks, laying a tentative hand on Enjolras’ cheek. 

“Yes,” Enjolras says. Grantaire’s eyes close. Maybe they’re golden. Somehow, when Grantaire’s lips touch his, he can’t bring himself to care.

Grantaire never asks for permission again.

anonymous asked:

Im a first year animation student falling more and more behind. Im really upset because my course is nothing like I expected it. I wish it was all 2D. 3D makes me want to jump off of a bridge so I ignore it. Now im stuck thinking I dont like animation - but everytime I see animation students on tumblr I want to do what theyre doing. I hate my course but I love animation and idk what to do... Is your course like this?

Hello ! Sorry I took a lot of time to give you an answer anon. I really relate to your message, I was asking exactly the same things  to other animation students on tumblr last year, because I was in the same situation. I was in a 2D/3D school, but that mainly focused on 3D. I was terrible at it, I didn’t like it, but most of all, my school gave me the impression that I didn’t have any chances or future in the animation industry (unless I did 3D during my career.) Each day went by, and I was losing confidence in my own work, ambition, and goals, and lagged behind my peers. (When you’re saying ’everytime I see animation students on tumblr, I want to do what they are doing’, I think every school have their pros and cons, no school is perfect.) And when you’re seeing the work of animation students on this platform, for most of them are posting and creating what they like, in addition of their classes, for themselves and their own pleasure.)

Many times my teachers talked to me in private, and many times they asked me if I was really fit for the Animation world, if it really was what I wanted to do, or if I was planning to reorient myself… (Anyway, I decided to quit this school), as the following year would’ve been full of 3D courses, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle it. Even if other people tried to comfort me, telling me that everything would be alright, that I just had to sit and endure it, doing the minimum and then work what I really liked at home, that we only had two years left… I thought “if my friends can do it, so can I, right ?” But I had been so stressed out, struggling, putting impossible expectations on myself, that I didn’t seem to enjoy drawing anything anymore…)

Anyway, NOW I’m in a new school and… I’M DOING PRETTY WELL ! The main difference is that it focuses on 2D and experimental animation, so now I have more creative liberty with the workshops, the assignments, etc… And I like my courses, I’m feeling like it’s finally the right place for me, I regained my confidence, I’m happier, I enjoy my days much more, and I draw, animate in a completely serene state of mind, and with a lot of joy. I have teachers who are kind, dynamic and willing to work with us and to help us. And  above all, I feel like I’m pursuing my passion to the fullest extent now (even if sometimes it’s hard because there is a lot of work). I no longer have the feeling of being just a student sitting down, enduring something that I don’t like ; but working and learning everyday with passion, developing the artist inside me.

I’m sorry I don’t have any advices to help you, and i don’t know what I can do for you. I only can share my own experience with you. I asked to other animation students, and they couldn’t gave me an answer either ; there is none. It depends on you, your situation etc… You may think now that, because of your courses you don’t like animation anymore or that you’re not fit for it, but you’re wrong.

✨The only thing I can do is advise you to take care of yourself, to sleep, and to eat well. Surround yourself with people that care about you, do what makes you happy and what you think is good for you ! Take care anon (you’re not alone.)✨

(Everything I said is very subjective, and it’s different for everyone. For example, I know that next year I’ll work with 3D, but it’s different, I know that now I can do it, and I will. The mentality and the pedagogy are just not the same in my current school, and it’s for much better for me.)

Character Analysis: Velvet Crowe

I know I shouldn’t be adding more fuel to the whole Berseria discourse that’s been happening since it’s definitely been beaten to death like a dead horse. Yes, there is misogyny and sexism prevalent in the game. Yes, I agree that it’s quite irksome at times and it gets me annoyed at certain characters as well. 

But put all that bullshit in a blender, shit on it, and pour it into the sewer and put it aside, then honestly, in my own personal opinion, Berseria has one of the strongest and memorable cast I’ve seen in a Tales game in a pretty long time. Plus, I’ve been itchin’ to do Berseria character analysis’ for awhile now.

I don’t speak for everyone or anyone other than myself for this one but I want to start off with how much I love Velvet.

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