i have never actually been this upset

On Cloud Nine / Jughead Jones

I’m not sure it it’s exactly what you were thinking of…but I hope you like it nonetheless. 

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(Y/N)’s face remains blank.

She waits patiently until the shock and amusement that had overwhelmed her friends passed.

“This is gold,” Reggie manages to say, despite his uncontrollable laughter. 

“Are you serious?” Veronica asks, unable to believe what she had heard. “How is that possible?”

“No one? Ever?” Archie sniggers, continuing the excessive questioning. 

(Y/N) shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest, “No one,” she confirms. 

“Not even when you-”

“No,” (Y/N) interrupts, not needing to know what the question was.

“I don’t believe you,” Archie declares, leaning back in his seat. “You’re winding us up.”

Reggie, who still hadn’t completely tamed his laughter, threw an arm over (Y/N)’s shoulder. “You are a constant surprise, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). So sweet and innocent,” he sighs. “What are we going to do with you?”

She releases an aggravated groan, unintentionally pressing herself further against the warmth her friend offered. “I don’t see why this is such a big deal.”

Because,” Veronica demands, overly dramatically, “you’re a lip virgin!”

(Y/N) rolls her eyes, not able to comprehend why her friends were concerned about who she’s been kissing-or more accurately, hasn’t been.

“Why is this so hard to believe?” she questions, narrowing her eyes.

“It’s just odd, I guess. I suppose I’ve never really thought about it, I’ve just always assumed. I mean you’re friends with so many guys,” Archie shrugs.

(Y/N)’s glare hardens, “We’ll I’m not you Archie,” she snaps, sliding out of the booth, finally being pushed to her limit. She lets Reggie’s arm fall to his side. “I don’t go around kissing anyone and everyone.” 

“Obviously,” Reggie mutters under his breath. 

Without hesitation, or a second glance at her friends, she rushes towards the exit, the laughter from the table seeming to echo behind her.

(Y/N) accidentally runs into Jughead who was just entering Pop’s. “Hey,” he chuckles, “why the rush?”

She couldn’t answer him, instead she pushes past him and heads in the direction of her home. 

Jughead is left standing at the door to the diner in complete confusion. He slowly enters and looks around, frowning when he sees Archie and the others sitting in a booth laughing.

“Are you guys aware (Y/N) just ran out of here?” he asks as he approaches them, thrusting his thumb in the direction of the door. His words seemed to amuse the trio even more. His frown deepens as they continue. “She looked really upset.”

“We were just joking,” Reggie defends. 

“What did you do?” he demands, addressing all three of them-feeling a sudden rush of defensiveness. 

Archie rolls his eyes, “We were just having a little fun, we didn’t mean to upset her.”

“Well clearly,” Jughead says, “you did. (Y/N) mustn’t have caught on the the joke.”

Veronica was the first to come to a realisation, “Oh no,” she mumbles, “we really didn’t meant to hurt her, Jughead.”

“What did you do?” he asks them again.

Veronica bites her lip, her fingers start scrunching at the napkin in front of her. “We were talking about the worst kisses we’ve had…” she trails off.

“And?” Jughead questions, his forehead furrowing-wondering how his friend could have gotten so upset. 

“It turns out she’s never been kissed before,” Archie answers. While this newly gained knowledge undoubtedly surprised Jughead, he didn’t let that get in the way of what he wanted to say.  

“So you made fun of her? Seriously?” he scoffs. “I thought you were better than that,” he shakes his head before giving them all a pointed look. Reggie and Archie were now the ones frowning. “I can’t believe you would do that,” he says. “Actually,” he continues, “maybe I can.” Jughead makes his way out of the diner and starts to walk to (Y/N)’s house. 

As he moves towards the door he starts to think of what to say. (Y/N) was one of his closest friends and he wanted nothing more than to make her happy again. 

Knocking on the door, Jughead rocks back and forth on his feet. The door eventually opens. (Y/N) stands in front of him, looking the same as she did when she had left the diner-only now her eyes were red and puffy.

Without even having to say anything, (Y/N) takes a step closer to him. Jughead wraps his arms around her while she rests her hands on his waist, scrunching his jumper in her fists. 

“Don’t listen to them,” he tells her quietly. “They were just being jerks.”

“Doesn’t mean they’re not wrong. It’s weird,” she mumbles.

Jughead strokes her hair, “It’s not weird, it’s good to have standards and want to wait. Maybe you just haven’t met anyone you want to be with in that way,” he shrugs. “There’s nothing weirds about that.”

“You think?” she asks, pulling her head away so she could see his face, trying to detect a lie.

He smiles as he looks down at her, “I do.”

They stand there for a while until (Y/N) laughs and finally pulls away. “I’m sorry, I’m probably overreacting.”

“You’re not,” he confirms, trying to assure her.

“Come in,” she insists, wiping at her eyes. 

Jughead nods and follows her in the house, shutting the door behind him. They make themselves comfortable in the lounge room and set up a movie-deciding to try and relax for the rest of the night.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) says sincerely, “for coming by.”

“Anytime,” he shrugs.

(Y/N) could feel her lips tug upwards into another smile. “Really, Jug,” she continues. “You’re always the one who is there for me…I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it,” he tells her. “You’re always there for me as well and besides-there’s no place I’d rather be right now,” he says with a small smile, turning around so he was facing her, his arm thrown over the back of the couch.

“I suppose that’s what makes us such a good pair,” she says, unable to stop her eyes from flickering to his lips. 

“I guess so.”

The pair were silent for what felt like an eternity. “Can you do me a favour?” she asks, tilting her head to the side-coming to a decision. 


She rolls her eyes, “Close your eyes.” Jughead’s expression falters, but he complies with her request. “Just stay still,” she murmurs, leaning towards him. Jughead remains motionless, he had a feeling he knew what was going to happen-what he hoped would happen-but stayed silent.

Jughead could feel her breath, almost tickling him as she spoke. “Can I?” 

“Yes,” is all he replies. 

(Y/N)’s lips barely brush his at first, the touch so light and hesitant-unsure if it was okay.

Jughead’s fingers dig into the couch as she tries again-though this time with a slight force and determination. He kisses her back, causing her to freeze momentarily. Soon she seems to wrap her mind around what was happening and moves closer to him.

He rests a hand on the back of her neck and pulls her against him-but doesn’t attempt to deepen the kiss. 

When (Y/N) pulls back, he opens his eyes only to find hers still closed. He uses his fingertips to gently stroke her cheek. “Are you okay?” he asks her.

“Never felt better,” she responds instantaneously, a grin spreading across her face. Jughead couldn’t help but mirror her expression. “Thank you,” she tells him again.

“Why are you thanking me this time?” he asks her softly, tugging gently at a loose lock of hair.

“For making me feel happier than I’ve been in a while. For making my first kiss…something to treasure.”

“Hopefully your second will be able to meet your standards then,” he whispers playfully, pulling her face towards his. 

The Arrangement (Part 7)

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Summary: Dean meets your mother, and you go dress shopping with Jess

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,900

Warnings: language, mildly smutty thoughts/discussions… I think that’s it

A/N: Sorry this took so long guys, my life is super insane right now. Some thoughts: I would never fit in that dress I linked to. I don’t know any real humans that would. I just think it’s pretty. Also. There might be some smut in future chapters? How do we feel about this? I’ve never written any before.

SERIES TAG LIST IS CLOSED - I’m sorry, but there are so many. I always tag these installments as #the arrangement if you’d like to find them that way.

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anonymous asked:

omg I feel so bad for him? First he over hypes this video, then both him and Phil go silent for a week, then his live show from that week was a bit off, and then we end up geting an isg as the long waited dinof video? What is going on, leela? And I don't think how everyone on tumblr is expressing their disappointment at such great detail with this video and calling him a snake is not going help his state of mind much either...

okay i rly need people to understand that the video he said was important and a long time coming and etc etc is NOT THIS VIDEO!!! it’s one he said he started filming and then stopped bc he couldn’t finish it!! then he made this isg to distract himself. if people want to critique isg for what it is, fine, but i’m actually upset at how many people thought this video was the one he’s been speaking about since february without doing their research and then literally TWEETING AND COMMENTING to dan about all their theories that were never reasonable in the first place (no offense … i’m sorry to anyone who rly thought it would be about kinks or coming out but like in what world does dan seem ready to discuss those things on his main channel?) i have my own whole host of issues w the way dan approaches dinof content and lord fuckin knows i’m no fan of internet support group but it seems unfair to spam him about the lofty expectations around this video when 1. the intriguing comments he made were never about this video and 2. he’s clearly said he’s not doing well!!! over and over!! that seems like it should be taken more seriously bc he’s rarely been this kind of open with telling us that

ahhhh i’m sorry this seems a bit angrier than i usually am and i can’t believe i’m out here literally defending dan howell this vehemently but he really doesn’t deserve to be personally attacked for making this vid :(

FWB: Tom x Reader

Requested: Tom wants to be more than friends w/ benefits.

“That was great.” You huffed after climbing off of Tom. “Yeah.” He said. “Well I have to go.”, “Wait, you’re not staying?”

“Can’t my neighbor needs me to check in on her dog.” You said getting dressed. “Oh well do you want me to come with you?”

You laughed, “No Tom.” You kissed him on the check and left. Tom stared at the ceiling and sighed, he really liked you and liked you so much that he offered to fuck buddies. Now he was starting to regret that decision because he wanted a serious relationship with you. He remembers the day you proposed the offer:

You were sitting on his couch next to him, both of your knees touching. You two had been friends for years now but there was always some weird sexual tension between you two and you couldn’t take it anymore. “Are you seeing anyone Thomas?”

He looked at you and it was a serious question because you called him by his full name, “No. You know I’m not otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”

“Well have you been getting any?” You asked. “W-what?”

“Have. You. Been. Getting. Pussy?” You asked. “N-no.”

You smiled and climbed on him, “W-what are you doing?” He was shocked but very turned on. “How about we do each other a favor?” You said pressing your lips to his. He was flustered, “W-what is that?”
“Well considering that we both have had dry spells, we could both benefit from sleeping with each other.” You purred. He was so happy to be this close to you that he said yes in a heart beat. “But on one condition.” You said. “What’s that?” he breathed.

“You can’t fall in love with me.” You joked. Too late, he had thought to himself.

He knew that you weren’t a huge fan of relationships after seeing how your friends and family were treated. You were scared to get heartbroken and left alone but he knew he would never do that to you, if only you’d give him a chance.

The next day he offered to come over to your place, “What you needed a change of scene?” You joked, letting him into your place. “Yeah and I needed to get out of the house.” He shrugged and sat on your couch. “You hungry or thirsty?”

“I’ll take some water.” After handing him a glass you sat next to him. “Why are you really here Tom?”

Damn it, He forgot that you were really good at reading people. “I-I don’t want to do this anymore.” He admitted. You scoffed and as ked why. “Because I really like you Y/N-”  You roaned loudly and cursed, “No. No. It’s not supposed to work like that.”

“Well excuse me for being in love with you for years now!” He blurted out. “What?”

“The only reason I even took you up on this stupid offer was because, is because I love you. I wanted to be in an actual relationship with you but I figured this was the only way.”

The room was filled with silence and you couldn’t look him in the eye. “I-I think you should go.” You whispered. “Fine.” He was upset and had put his heart out on the line just to have you crush it.

It had been 3 weeks without him near you or in you and you felt sick. You hadn’t realized it but you actually loved him too. You missed the way he would kiss you and make you feel safe. How he would hold you in his arms after and just make you feel warm. You never noticed it before but the way he looked at you, I’m such a fucking idiot.

As you drove to his place you really wanted to turn around, only because you were afraid of a failed relationship with your amazing friend.

You parked the car and calmed yourself down, “Okay you can do this.”

You were about to knock on his door when he opened it only to have a gorgeous girl walk out. “Um-” You were stuck. “Y/N.” He said dryly. “Tom.” “Allison!” The girl said jokingly causing Tom to laugh. Damn it, she’s funny and pretty. Bitch, You thought. “Well Tom, I’ll see you later.” She kissed him on the cheek and went on her way.

You two stood outside his door for a few minutes until you spoke, “I’ll just leave.” You were about to turn and leave until he grabbed your arm. “If you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking then your wrong.” He said as a smug spread on his face. “Well if you’re so smart Thomas, then what am I thinking?”

He let go of your arm and leaned on his door, “You’re thinking you just walked up on me and my new girlfriend.”
“Maybe.” You shrugged avoiding his amused gaze. “Maybe?” He teased. “Okay fine. Yes and I was thinking she was pretty.”

“She is isn’t she?” He asked. “No need to rub it in.” You mumbled.”She gets it from my mother’s sister more so than.”

“Huh?” You asked. “Allison, she’s my cousin.” He smiled. “You bastard. Wait, you’re not dating your cousin are you?”

“Fucking gross.” He walked in his place with you trailing behind. “NO of course not. She was in town and decided to stop by.”, “Oh.”

You stood across from him as he sat down, “Sorry for thinking you were in some weird incestuous relationship with your cousin.”

He laughed, “No hard feelings. Please sit down.” You sat down and played with your fingers. “Why are you hear, Y/N?”

He was using your method on you and you hated it. “I’m sorry.” You whispered. “Sorry for?” He asked genuinely confused. “For not taking your feelings into consideration.”

He shrugged, “No biggie.”, “No seriously Tom, I am sorry. I didn’t take into consideration your feelings or mine.”

“Your feelings?”, “Yes. I-I really like you Tom.”

“Really?” He asked. “Yes and I am willing to attempt an actual relationship, if you’re still up to it.”

He sat there and pretended to ponder even though he would say yes in a heartbeat. “I would like that very much.” He stood up and kissed you. “But since we are starting over. No sex.” He said. “What?”

“At least until we know that that’s not why we are attracted to each other.” He added. “Fine.” You pouted. “God, you’re so gorgeous.” He said admiring you. 

“So you think I’m more than just a sweet piece of ass?” You joked. ‘Of course. I always thought you were more than that.” He got offended. “I’m kidding babe.”

“Babe, I think I could get used to hearing you call me that.” He kissed your forehead. “You dork.” You joked. “But I’m your dork.”

“Yes, yes you are.”

This may be it for tonight but I’ll def get to the others in my Inbox! Thanks you guys❤

Sorry, can I use your shower?

Originally posted by mybuckygoes

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Excessive fluff???, a few swear words

Word count: 1918

A/N- Some of you may have seen this story before. I wrote it a while ago on a side blog that I used to run. I wanted to transition my writing onto a main blog so I’m going to repost it here to get my account some more recognition! Don’t worry I’m not steling anyone else’s work :) enjoy

Summary: Your shower stops working at the end of a very long day. You are forced to ask your next door neighbor, who happens to be the winter soldier, to bathe in his apartment. Fluff ensues.

Your POV

 The door to your apartment creaked open as you entered and you slammed it shut behind you with your foot.You placed the four groccery bags in your hand onto the kitchen counter and headed straight for the bathroom. Today had been a very long day and you were in very desperate need of a shower.
Working in customer service isn’t exactly the most stress free job. People are rude to you even though you did not cause the laptop they were going to buy to increase $30 in price from yesterday. The hot water and lavender smelling soap would solve everything, so you striped naked and grabbed a towel out of the cabinet under the sink.

As you slung your towel over the wall of the shower, you reached inside to turn it on. A loud hissing noise emitted from the shower head as you turned the knob. No water came out, it just kept hissing. You turned the shower off and proceeded to bang your head against the shower wall. This is not what you needed right now.

Naked and frustrated, you put on your robe and securely tied the ribbon around your waist. Tugging your Y/H/C hair into a bun-like-mess, you stomped through your living room and out the front door.

“I’m going to take this fucking shower if it kills me”

You turned to the door of your closest neighbor and marched down the hall. You knocked on the door and waited for whoever lived there to answer you, trying not to think about the fact that it is nighttime and you are walking around your apartment building in a robe.

Your neighbor came to the door and looked relatively flustered to see you standing there in only a robe with some sort of frustrated scowl on your face. You smiled up at the man. He was very handsome with shoulder length dark hair and striking blue eyes. It was surprising that you had never noticed him around the building before.

Bucky’s POV

Steve and I were in the middle of watching an episode of Bob’s Burgers on netflix when a relatively aggressive knock sounded at my front door. I looked over at Steve and rolled my eyes.

“You didn’t order a pizza without telling me so you could pick the toppings again, did ya?”

“Nah not this time Buck, I swear”

He smirked at me mockingly and I rolled my eyes again, but got up to answer the door. I strode through and kitchen and to the front of my apartment preparing to tell whoever it was to fuck off when I realised it was my neighbor from down the hall.

But not just any neighbor. This was the neighbor I had been obsessing about since she moved in just over 2 months ago. I just never gathered enough courage to actually speak to her. She was absolutely beautiful, and charming in the way that she walked and I was captivated since the first time I saw her.
I looked down and realised that she was only covered in a robe and immediately lost any words that I could’ve thought to say.

“Hey, I know it’s late and I don’t mean to interrupt you if you’re in the middle of anything but you see, I had a really long day and I’m so tired and then my shower wasn’t working.Oh my gosh and we don’t even know each other’s names; I’m Y/N by the way; and now I’m just rambling. What I meant to say was: Sorry, can I use your shower?

Flustered I looked at her and then behind me inside of my home and managed to get out the word “sure” and let her inside.

I led her inside and closed the door behind us. Steve looked up from the TV when he heard me talking to someone. He raised an eyebrow at me when he spotted Y/N walking in front of me. He knew about my little crush and was always pressuring me to gather enough courage to talk to her. He shot me a look that clearly said now is your chance, you jerk and then turned back around to continue watching his show.

I rolled my eyes behind his back and began to lead Y/N to the bathroom.

“Oh I’m Bucky, I don’t think I told you my name out there. It’s nice to officially meet you Y/N”

I was practically shaking but I finally spoke to her. She looked at me and smiled big.

“It’s nice to meet you Bucky. Thanks for letting me use your shower. Today has been quite a mess for me and I really need to bathe”  

Her tone was light and airy I grinned. This was going well.

I continued to lead her to the bathroom and once we got there I showed her how to operate the shower.

“Yeah you just have to pull the knob out and then twist it counterclockwise. The water is a comfortable temperature right around here. Sorry about all this, you know how touchy showers can be”

She laughed and nodded her head in agreement.
“Oh don’t I know it. Thanks for everything Bucky. I won’t be long and then I’ll be out of your hair”

She touched my arm as she said this and my skin tingled. I nodded at her and smiled as I left her to shower.

I walked back into the living room and tried not to draw Steve’s attention. He knew how much I adored her and he was sure to make a big deal about all of this. I only talked about my cute neighbor from down the hall all the damn time.
Steve didn’t say anything obnoxious for the first few minutes after I sat down, but then he couldn’t control himself anymore. He looked over at me and just smirked before he said something that only Steve would think to say at a time like this.

“Sorry to say this pal but she’s way out of your league”

“Steve, I already figured that out”

“You should definitely ask her out” He smirked at me but I could tell he was serious.

“You just said that she was out of my league”

“Buck, that doesn’t mean you can’t ask her out. I know how much you like her” I rolled my eyes at this.

“But wouldn’t that be weird. We’ve never even talked before today. I don’t know Steve, I’d be kinda devastated if she said no”

“Oh come on Buck, when have you ever been one to be shy around the ladies?”

“Since I genuinely like one of them” Now it was Steve’s turn to roll his eyes at me.

“Just think about it”

We were both so caught up in our conversation that we didn’t hear the shower turn off a few minutes back and the bathroom door slowly open as Y/N listened to us talk about her.

Your POV

The hot water did wonders for your nerves, but determined to keep your promise to Bucky you made your shower short and was finished in a matter of minutes. The towel he laid out for you was soft and you dried your hair and body quickly before putting your robe back on.

You could hear voices from down the hall and curiously opened the door to the bathroom as quietly as possible and crept down the hall a little so that you could hear the voices clearer.You weren’t aware that Bucky had a friend over which made you tug the robe around your body a little tighter.

“You just said that she was out of my league” Bucky said, sounding kind of annoyed.

“Buck, that doesn’t mean you can’t ask her out. I know how much you like her” Were they talking about you? You had only met him today. Not that you would be upset about seeing Bucky around more. The thought of going out with him actually made heat rise to your cheeks. He was very handsome and very sweet.

“But wouldn’t that be weird. We’ve never even talked before today. I don’t know Steve, I’d be kinda devastated if she said no” Yup, they were talking about you.

“Oh come on Buck, when have you ever been one to be shy around the ladies?”

“Since I genuinely like one of them”

“Just think about it”

You smiled big at this and waited a few seconds to make your presence known. You then walked into the living area and cleared your throat.

“Hey Bucky, I’m all finished in there. Thanks again for everything. I hope I didn’t interrupt your evening”

“Don’t worry about it Y/N. It was no trouble really”

“I’ve got to be going then” You told him hoping that he would stand to walk you out.

“I’ll walk you back to your door, if that’s alright” You nodded your head and he followed you out of the living room.

As you walked next to him down the hallway, you felt yourself gravitate towards him and you realised that he was probably too nervous to ask you out like you had hope he would. This one would be up to you. Every now and again you brushed your arm against his “accidentally” and smiled to yourself. Finally you reached your door. You both looked at each other for a few seconds before speaking.

“I was wondering-” You both said in unison but quickly cut yourselves off and smiled. Bucky motioned for you to go first, while blushing.

“Well, I was just wondering if maybe you’d want to go out sometime. Maybe we can grab some coffee tomorrow. I’m buying” His blush spread all throughout his face.

“Yeah I would love to Y/N” he managed to stammer out while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Okay great, how does 9:30 sound?”

“Good” He responded seemingly in a daze.

“Alright well I’ll see you tomorrow morning then” you said and squeezed his hand. He waved as he turned to walk down the hallway. But suddenly he spun around as if he forgot something.

“Wait, would it be completely inappropriate if I kissed you right now?” You shook your head at him, took a few steps forward, and wound your arms around his neck. He bent down to kiss you and carefully placed one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek.

You pulled him closer to you and heard him sigh happily into the kiss. You both pulled away simultaneously, breathless and blushing. He gently took your hand and raised it to his lips and left a ghost of a kiss there.

Bucky’s POV

As I walked away from her down the hallway my confidence swelled so I turned to look at her.

“Until tomorrow” I said softly and winked at her before heading inside my apartment and sliding my back down the door. I rested on the ground for awhile before getting up and heading towards my bedroom with a big smile on my face.

“So I’ll assume that went well” Steve smirked as I walked passed him.
But all I could think to say was “I’m going to marry that girl someday”

A Life You Deserve (John Wick x Reader)

Originally posted by giantmonster

Who ever thought that The Boogeyman could fall in love. 

SPOILER FREE FIC consisting of 100% sappy fluff. 

A very loose Part II to this (x) – though it can easily be read on its own. 

John lay on his side next to you. His eyes were closed. His body was relaxed. His breathing was steady. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was just a man lulled into a slumber because it was a basic, human need. Instead, you marveled at the fact that the Boogeyman slept.

Instances like these were so rare. In the year you’d been with him, you’d only been able to spend  a handful of nights together, and you’d learned to treasure every moment. Perhaps that was why you could never sleep when he was by your side. He always looked so vulnerable, and even in the safety of The Continental, you still felt the need to watch over him. You’d grown to love John more than you could comprehend, and with that love came the constant need to keep him safe. Naturally, he’d assure you that he was perfectly fine—usually as the Continental’s doctor administered him sutures after a job—then change the subject. But you were stubborn, so if he wasn’t going to let you protect him while he was awake, then you’d do it when he was unconscious and had no say in the matter.

In the mornings, he went right back to real life. There was no groggy twilight to ease him in. It was always an alarm jolting his eyes open, and by the second time it buzzed, he’d be sitting up mumbling some variation of “I’m awake, I’m awake” irately at the offending clock. Then he’d turn his attention to you, most likely still asleep, and lay back down to pull you against his body. His arms would snake around you. His lips would graze your neck. It was time to switch roles. He was the protector once again, and you were his porcelain doll. Fragile. Captivating. He told you this on a regular basis. And you believed it to be true. John wasn’t one to say things he didn’t mean. He didn’t like to waste words.

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a similar thing happened to me when, in high school, i came out as a “confused” lesbian, i.e. i didn’t “really” know if i was gay or bi. all the sudden, every guy that had ever treated me like shit (i’ll say “they”, i’m talking about a group of different guys, their names run together because this happened pretty much every time i came out, because like most gay people, i’ve come up multiple times, and between the ages of 14 and 18 it was always a big deal and always ended up like this. much less so now that i’m in college.), had these genuine feelings for me and wanted to treat me the way “only they knew i had always deserved” and show me that i just needed “a boy like them who had always been there for me” and shit like that. all the sudden they were ready to be #1 Best Boyfriend Of All Time. like, where was that when i was trying to pass as straight? they didn’t have a change of heart. none of them actually wanted to date me. some of them had girlfriends at the time (who were ironically my own friends, one of whom was my fucken…..sister. 👀) they made sure to never actually say they wanted to be my boyfriend, because they didn’t, they just wanted me to continue feeling confused about them.

they were just upset that there was a POSSIBILITY that i would figure out that i really was gay (read: i was, but unfortunately, their manipulation was working, so for about a year i said i was bi. that’s not to say that all bisexual teenagers are just confused or lying! but in my case, i was both. some of yall might even have been following me at that point! yikes. now you know.)

i didn’t realize what was going on until my “friend” had me breaking down in tears during class one day because he was prodding me about relationships, and i was so conflicted about my “feelings” for him that had been eating away at me for probably a year and a half, and i thought to myself, i’m about to make his day and tell him that i just had an epiphany that from now on, this girl only loves girl pussy!!!!! (and anything else a girl might have, this girl does NOT love transphobia). (also, lmao, that’s not the story of how i realized i was gay, i realized that when i was exactly 7 years old standing in the hallway to my moms bedroom but that’s another funny story. this was the story of how i stopped denying it because of homophobic, rapey assholes who tried to intimidate me into being straight.)

MORE THAN ONE boy man (this continued after high school) that i had, in their words “led on” (read: either projected my feelings onto as a closeted teenage lesbian, or was just nice to in general as a friendly person), resorted to STALKING ME UNTIL I WAS IN COLLEGE. also some of my friends, some of whom had it worse, most of whom would come out as lgbt in the next few years. funny how that works out :(. (by funny i mean sad and absolutely 100% related: i hate the myth that lesbians and trans girls don’t get sexually harassed by straight guys; we absolutely do, often times way more, and at a way younger age. but that’s a rant for a different day.)

“okay but this guy clearly had good intentions”. first of all, most of those guys i just mentioned, had good intentions. while one of them sticks out in my mind: he was also my best friend, and didn’t realize what he was doing. he wanted to control me, sure, but he wanted to control me because he thought i was making a mistake, that he knew what was best for me. our relationship, even if it was technically just friendship with weird sexual tension, ended up being toxic and abusive because of that. in his mind he was looking out for me, but really, he made me confused and insecure for years. another one, who we will call Such A Sweet Boy, ended up doing terrible things to multiple girls because he was just Such A Sweet Boy and he didn’t realize what he was doing, and nobody could believe Such A Sweet Boy could do anything wrong.

so if you are a guy reading this and you have good intentions, but you’re in the same (or similar) situation as the first guy in op’s post, ask your self what has really changed here? why the sudden heartbreak? was it because you really changed? or was it because, you realized she will no longer be available to you,at least, available in your mind, regardless of whether or not she ever actually was? 

another good, and weird, example was a guy who i played with in a community ensemble for a few years. when i told him i was moving away for college, he got ridiculously angry with me, like, how could i betray him like this? what about everything we had?  he said it wasn’t fair for me to do this to him, and that i had to stay in my home town, and that it was time for me to decide if i was going to prioritize my career over him, and if so, that “said a lot about me”. keep in mind that to me he was just this guy that i knew from our community ensemble. and that i was openly gay. (the story gets weirder but again that is a post for another day.) IRONICALLY, he wasn’t the only guy who told me i was “betraying him” for “choosing” college “over” him. 

dudes, i know that heartbreak and romantic feelings can be really confusing. and i know that sometimes it HURTS, or you’re just NOT SURE WHAT TO DO, and that you might not be the most socially adept person. like, i’m awkward as hell, i get it, i don’t always understand social conventions either. and you’re probably thinking to yourself “how did these guys not realize how transparently possessive they were being? that’s terrible!” but PLEASE, if you’re ever dealing with heartbreak from a girl, consider whether or not you are this guy. because none of those guys thought they were “that guy”. and i’m not just some random lesbian who has the misfortune of attracting terrible men to me, or some meanie feminist who HATES the poor menfolk: this is not just a me-thing, i don’t know if i’ve ever met a woman who doesn’t have a story about a boy/man treating them like this. i have lots of amazing male friends who treat me and the women in their life great. 

i added my own stories because i think those are good examples of different way guys do the exact same thing, but this has happened to so many other girls i know in different ways (and guys too, i’m sure, but women who are possessive in relationships tend to act that out differently). you will probably never THINK you are that guy. so again: but please consider why events like a wedding announcement, or coming out of the closet, or going off to college, etc, made you feel such a change of heart. THERE’S ANOTHER SIDE TO THE STORY.

I was randomly thinking about fan fiction (as one does), and I was thinking about how a common complaint I see is that the problem/conflict in the story is miscommunication. And I just got to thinking, I don’t know how everyone became such great communicators, but that shit seems pretty real to me. It’s hard as hell to tell someone you’re in love with them when you’re not sure they return your feelings. Shoot, to this day I have never done that in my life. You either tell me you have feelings for me first, or it won’t be happening. Or like friends who have feelings for other and never say it, um yes, that’s me, too. Fighting about shit that isn’t actually the thing you’re upset about? Oops, also me. So anyway, writers that write miscommunication? I’m here to read your stuff and face palm at them being terrible communicators and say, haha been there, my friend. Been there. 

So this happened last night when I decided to take a test just as a precaution to me starting birth control pills. (My plan was to start them on Monday)

I didn’t think I was pregnant. I had no reason to believe I was. Something just told me to take a test

I’m actually a little upset because I haven’t been taking care of myself. And right now I’m pretty sure I have a UTI, I urinated a little bit of blood yesterday and I was in a lot of pain. So who knows if this is real

Two weeks ago I had light spotting (never even worth putting on a pad) I thought was a period but that wouldn’t make sense to have gotten a positive already. All I know is on March 3rd was the last time I took a test and I was not pregnant then. Still have not had a real period since December.

Doctors urinalysis came up positive too. But idk man, I read that UTI’s can cause false positives. But then I’m crazy and took an ovulation test and that had a stronger dark test line than control line. Don’t mind me I’m crazy. I guess I’ll just see what the quant says. I wouldn’t doubt it is a false because I’ve literally been having the worst week ever hahahahaha Update: blood test confirmed. I’m pregnant :)

hamelin-born  asked:

Now that you've posted it, I can't stop thinking about the Dark Creatures!Fluff! Did Grindelwald actually try to /recreate/ the original lycanthropy curse? (It's just the kind of thing he'd do, you must admit). What /did/ happen after Graves' first transformation? Does dragon-shaped Newt curl up with him in the case during Full moons, and thus keep him from mauling himself? How did Graves react to the realization that Newt was a /dragon/? (reminds me of a dragon!Newt worldbuild I did once.)

@hamelin-born You actually just nailed a lot of my headcanons I eventually want to explore with this AU. 

How Graves was turned - 
In my mind, werewolves (I’m thinking of that scrawny looking Chihuahua thing Remus turned into in the movies, I will never not be upset about that abysmal creature design) in the Harry Potter universe have slowly been degrading over the generations - the original line of creatures being powerful things of legends as most of us think of them today (so in my mind, something like below)

Originally posted by hey-there-little-red-riding-hood

Their venom being the most potent. And each bite victim from there becoming steadily weaker and weaker (until you have something like Remus - scrawny and rabid and balding). Remus being the result of many generations of bite victims until the man that infected him had venom so impotent, it resulted in the following…

Originally posted by suitelikechocolate

Grindelwald is interested in the old ways. In restoring old magic and old rituals and old orders. That includes creatures. In his mind, lack of teaching and knowledge and protection of werewolves (in order to shield the no-majs and keep the secret of magic) has forced werewolves into repopulating in this quick and dirty way as compared to the old ways.

Knowing he would have a decent amount of time with Graves as his captive, he decides to punish the man while also using him in such a way that would most benefit Grindelwald - seeing if the old ways still worked. He doesn’t tell Graves this, lest the man try and resist. Most don’t know of the old ways anymore. Most wouldn’t recognize the ritual. He keeps Graves bound to a comfortable bed lined with enchanted wolf pelts - plush and rich and exotic. In the meager food he feeds him, he hides subtle hints of herbs made to encourage the change - unnoticeable if you don’t know what to look for. Graves no doubt thinks the horrid taste of his food to be part of his captivity.

And when Graves sleeps, Grindelwald performs the rituals. First he leads Graves deeper into slumber lest he wake. Then he fills the room with incense and chants spells in old tongues - and little by little each night, Graves dreams transform from him huddled in a dark cell, awaiting execution at the hands of Grindelwald to him running through a dark forest. And every night, his vision is a little lower to the ground and a little lower to the ground and a little lower to the ground.

It takes three months to complete the change - but when it finally happens, Graves is stunning. A pure image of what lycans once were - tall and proud and majestic. And Grindelwald couldn’t be prouder. He is caught before he could begin to curtail Graves’ will to his own. 

Graves struggles with the transformations once he is free - not because he lusts for human blood or anything that most werewolves of his generation (those changed via bites) experience. But because his wolf half is afraid of the city and the bright lights and the strange smells and the loud noises. What is this place? Where are the woods? He runs and he runs but cannot find them - until finally, a wooded place. It had strange, hard paths but it also has grass and trees and earth. It’s there that Newt finds him, exhausted from captivity and starving and afraid. He recognizes the length of wood in Newt’s hand. He knows its bad. But Newt rids himself of the stick and holds out his hands until dark sigils of tattoo like scales suddenly blared to life along the backs of his hands and the pale underside of his wrists. Warm and dark and ancient and understanding. His words are soft and assuring as he tells him he has somewhere Graves can stay. Somewhere he can eat and rest. Somewhere with other creatures. Graves is enough man still to know that while he can’t completely follow what Newt’s suggesting, the man is offering safe harbor. And the wolf cares only for food and woods and kin and somewhere to rest. 

They go into the case together. Newt gives him space. He places meat into the field and leaves so that Graves might eat in peace. He lets him rest. He lets him sleep in the dark grass. And when Graves finally wakes, he’s naked and staring up at a smiling, innocent face.

“Feeling better?”

Graves doesn’t remember the scales at first. But he connects the dots after a while. Newt runs to hot to be human. He speaks in tongues. There’s an ancientness to him that calms other creatures - and when he interacts with Newt, the creature inside himself immediately stills and calms beneath the softness of Newt’s voice. But its a dream that finally reminds him. A dream, a memory, from the war. Of Theseus suddenly disappearing and a dragon coming to save their squad at the last conceivable moment. Of hot hands hands sealing his sucking gut wound shut and soothing back sweat slick bangs as Graves tried to feverish tell Theseus all about the dragon he had seen. Theseus to this day mocks him for it. He didn’t see it. So Graves must have been delusional. 

But Newt was Theseus Scamander’s brother - a man who had served in the war with dragons. He connects the dots. He’s not crazy. Newt is surprised by how well Graves takes it.

“Do I need special paperwork to be here, director?” Newt says as he lazily rocks himself on Graves’ hips, grinding sensually. A teasing smile on his lips. “Being an illegal creature and what not?”

Graves rescue - could have gone smoother. No one anticipated he was a werewolf. He had no markings to suggest it. He nearly mauls a young auror in fear from so many crowding him. He acts on instinct. Barrels through a window and runs. Newt knows if the man knew how close he had come to slaughtering the men and women he had sworn to protect, Graves would have put himself down right then and there - no questions asked. No one blames him for reacting as a cornered and injured creature would. So no one tells him. And that’s that.

A Letter to the Sherlock Fandom

You may think that this is a lot of text and too long to read but I implore you to try so that you can better understand these points of view.

I apologise if this isn’t as eloquent or measured as I intended it to be but I am honestly so angry at the Sherlock fandom right now. Not all, obviously, many are conducting themselves amazingly no matter their opinion on the episode. However, there are a large (and loud) number who are not and not only are these people making the rest of us look bad and acting as if they speak for the fandom as a whole, I fear that they are doing (and may have already succeeded in doing) irreparable damage to what could have been a great community.

There are several points I wish to address in this post so I will try to dissect each one individually to the best of the ability.


No matter what you thought of the episode it is NOT okay, or even productive, to harass members of the cast or crew in any way (whether it be through social media, through official complaints (which can actually have further effects on their professional lives also which are definitely not yours to mess with) etc.). It started with Amanda back when season 3 was announced and that was just downright cruel and now it seems the lesson has not been learnt. They have worked hard on this show and even if it did not turn out as you personally expected it or wanted it to you cannot hate them for having a different view of where things should go than you. I have seen many people on Tumblr saying things along the line of ‘it our show anyway we can do what we want and it can be what we want it to be’. No. It is their show, we merely enjoy it - they created it and they have final say on what happens. I for one would not wish to see a world where the fans get to decide what happens as that would only ever cause further divide in communities and result in one section of a fandom having superiority over the others which is already happening in the Sherlock fandom with some Johnlockers/TJLCers.This harassment also extends to the harassment of other member of the fandom - labelling someone as homophobic because they don’t ship a same-sex ship is not only detrimental to the LGBT+ cause it puts up further barriers for the normalisation of non-traditional relationships.

On a similar topic, complaining to the BBC because you didn’t like the episode is not only petty but also counterproductive - these people are not asking for change in doing so they are calling for an end to the show and a witch-hunt in which those who created it are to be mocked in a public sphere. I have seen many people proudly posting images of their complaints and encouraging others to do the same and even petitions to a similar effect and it saddens me that people have become so arrogant in believing that the show is theirs and they were owed more that they would stoop to such levels. You were not owed anything. You didn’t like it, deal with it, move on.


I cannot express how much I dislike this term. Sometimes, yes, the teasing of fans with a potentially queer couple is done in an interpretably malicious way. With Sherlock, this is not the case. The cast and crew have said from the start that Johnlock (the main ship brought up in such discussions) was not going to happen. If you missed that and were not aware - fine; but if you knew this and then continued to be upset that it wasn’t happening - that is on you.  It is not queerbaiting if there was never any potential for the relationship in the first place - especially when neither character has been canonically stated to be queer.

Fetishisation of Gay Relationships and the Anti-Straight Trend in the Progressive Community

Wow, that was a long title. I have seen many of the aforementioned complaints to the BBC, petitions and Tumblr posts claiming that by not making a ship such as Johnlock canon they have let down a large portion of the community who are LGBT+ and have not given them the representation they deserve. Whilst representation is good and everyone does deserve to be able to see someone like them on television, as I said before, we have known from the stat that this was not going to happen with these characters. If you didn’t understand that clear message - again, it is on you, not the creators who have always been honest about the future of such a ship. You can be upset that they did not become canon in the same way that you would for any other ship but you cannot claim that you have been robbed of representation, misled in any way or owed better because you were never promised it in the first place.

As for the title of this section, I have seen a common trend in fandom communities towards making canonically straight characters gay, which whilst harmless if not taken to the extreme (as I feel some members of the Johnlock community have) actually highlights a double standard and serious problem that must be addressed. If one were to take a canonically gay character, strip them of their identity and make them straight they would be called homophobic in an instant. However, when it is the other way around, no one complains. Heterosexual is an identity too and to keep classifying it as separate from the others, in a class of its own, is only going to slow down progress and make it harder for true unity to occur. By stating that two characters, one of whom has categorically stated that they are not gay (and of course only one would be enough) have to be gay because of they way they interact (via your personal interpretation - often though tinted lenses) you are not only arguing that two men cannot be simply very good friends without harbouring romantic feelings for each other, you are also denying John of his own self-proclaimed identity.

The Bad Side of TJLC

(The previous paragraph is also relevant to this section and thus again I must state that whilst shipping two characters is fine, outright ignoring their identity and labelling them yourself is not.)

On paper, TJLC (The JohnLock Conspiracy) is not too harmful, you can speculate as much as you want. Where it becomes harmful is where people delve into the realm of delusion. There are many TJLCers who wholeheartedly believe that Johnlock is already canon or has to be canon and it is these people who appear to harbour the strongest negative beliefs about the recent episode and who are doing the most damage to this community.

I have seen countless posts recently along the lines of the following: 'clearly we know more than Moftiss’, 'how could they not see it was so obvious’, etc. Such arrogance as to your own beliefs is extremely harmful to the wider community. You do not know more than the creators of the show, the show is as they intended it to be - anything that you find within the show (with your TJLC-tinted glasses) that supports your predetermined theory is simply you putting two and two together and making five. It was not intended and therefore not symbolic of your beliefs and so your interpretation is no more than that - an interpretation not fact.

Believe it or not, for those of us not in the TJLC community, JohnLock was not obvious - for someone like me, when I first heard of this ship and TJLC I was incredibly surprised because I saw no romantic connection whatsoever - just two friends; and that was all that they were intended by the creators to be. If you were aware of the cast and crews comment of the subject and still deluded yourself into believing that TJLC was true - that was on you. No one else is to blame for your beliefs not lining up with the facts of the show.

Your ship does not rule this fandom and you do not speak for the whole fandom so those of you saying they didn’t give the fandom what they wanted - you are wrong. They didn’t give you what you wanted. You don’t speak for me and you don’t speak for the countless others like me who actually enjoyed the episode and/or are not in any way JohnLock shippers.

Sherlock Holmes and the Delusion of the Fake Episode

For those of you who still believe in some way that the episode was a fake one, that a  new episode will come out and say that it was all a dream etc. Again, you are deluding yourself and this is not healthy and will only lead to disappointment. It is what it is. Failure to accept reality for what it is and move on from there, living in a constant state of denial is a serious problem.

I have so much more to say and honestly not the words to say it without going off onto too much of a tangent right now. I may add continuations (in fact I most likely will once I can formulate sentences again) to this if I think of anything.

I know that one post on Tumblr isn’t going to make a whole lot of difference and the fractures in this community may never heal but I honestly could not hold this in any longer.

You are welcome to ask questions or for clarification on any point made or any point you wish me to address.

things in su never explained: pearls cherry tree after Steven the Sword Fighter. it was there for episode one, and episode 16, and that was it. that was “pearls favorite tree” and now its just gone? i feel like there actually could have been something with the aftermath of the tree and pearl knowing what happened to it. like maybe shes upset or her and steven take up growing a new one? idk, just feels like wasted potential

[Ask RPedia] Characterization of Emotional Manipulators

numbertwooflorien asked: Advice to rp as a emotional manipulative character?

Well okay! This post is how to RP an emotionally manipulative character, and in general a manipulative character. Useful for villains, and grimdark settings, it may include some crap people don’t want to think about. In detail. Major detail. So fair warning, I’m gonna get into psychological shit, and describe what amounts to abuse tactics with lots of explanation so if this isn’t your cup of tea, keep running. You might be able to use this as a way to spot toxic relationships as much as you can use it to play fictional ones, and I hope it helps people one way or another. But remember, keep it fucking fictional! 

This is presented as a way to understand those mindsets as a writer, which is important, and not in any way shape or form something you should do in real life. I acknowledge if you wanna do shit like this you’ll find the details on how to be an asshole somewhere anyways though, so I’m not gonna let you ruin it for everyone who just needs some writing help to make their character’s manipulation/emotional crisis more realistic. Onto the cut.

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anonymous asked:

How do you feel about what Raven said to Clarke? She was very harsh this episode and not very empathetic at all. She even brought Clarkes dad in it to hurt her on purpose at the end. I wasn't a fan of Raven this episode. I know she's stressed but man she was mean to people this episode.

I think people are always making a mistake if they assume that any of these characters are innocent cupcakes who never do anything wrong and need to be protected.

These characters are ALL ruthless badasses. Including Raven.

She has NEVER been torn up by all these moral dilemmas that we have Clarke and Bellamy questioning. NEVER. She didn’t worry about blowing people up, she was just glad to blow people up. She never concerned herself with saving lives. Or looking at the grounders as human. She is far more ruthless than Clarke and Bellamy and always has been. 

Her traumas have been about her personal loss and her personal pain and her inability to be mobile and independent, not about the deaths she caused or whether it was right. She’s the one who caused the ring of fire. Do you see her upset about it?


I don’t agree with her anger at Bellamy for sacrificing the generator for actual people, but it is perfectly in line with who Raven is as a person. She’s the tech person and she uses tech to reach her goals and she focuses on tech and how it works and what it can do and the lives lost along the way are inconsequential. She’s pragmatic and ruthless. 

I think Bellamy did the right thing, because he’s questioning, right now, if doing ANYTHING to survive, if harming other people to get ahead, means you don’t DESERVE to survive. Bellamy is not ruthless. Was Bellamy ever ruthless? They call him genocide king, but he might be up there with Abby and Lincoln in morality. He just hadn’t learned how to handle his morals yet, or to face the hard choices. He betrayed his morals many times in order to save people, but people like Jaha, Anya, Cage, Indra, Dr Tsing, Lxa, Gustus, Nia, Pike… they never betrayed their morals. They never questioned whether their actions were right or wrong. Their moral choices were always right to them because they served their needs. And all of them were antagonists. The ends justified their means.

Guess who we can put on that list? Raven. She never questioned the morality of her actions. Does that mean she’s always in the moral right? No.

Cold Coffee - Cisco Ramon Imaigine

A/N: aaaahhh xD this is my first Cisco Ramon imagine and I’m honestly so excited I cannot contain it! I am in love with this beautiful cinnamon roll and I think he doesn’t get nearly as much love as he deserves! :D so here it goes, hope you dearies like it :D

anonymous asked: *cracks knuckles* (that was much more badass in my mind) YOU ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE! You’re an ice!metahuman that Team Flash takes in to teach how to control their powers but refuse to open up about your past until one night Cisco finds you crying in the pipeline and you tell him about how your mother and siblings died at the hands of your step father that had you locked in a meat freezer the night the explosion happened (I know it’s dark but it’s been prodding my mind for a while now)

so, here it is :D enjoy!

Warning: abusive stepfather and reader’s family death… so yeah, kind of dark in some parts :/ but happy ending, yay!

Disclaimer: I don’t own The Flash :)

Your name: submit What is this?

Cold Coffee

“Hey, (Y/N), there’s my favorite girl” Cisco said as she entered the cortex with everyone’s coffee from Jitters.

“What do you want?” she asked suspiciously as she gave everyone what they asked for.

“What? Why would you think I’d want something just because-“ he started but she raised her eyebrow at him. “Ok, here’s the thing. You know how we need to try this shields to see if they can resist Captain Cold’s gun?” he said sweetly. “I was thinking I could maybe try it with… your… powers… you know?”

“I thought you were working on another gun that resembled Captain Cold’s” she said not really content about having to use her powers, since she was still managing to learn how to use them.

“Glad you asked” he said grabbing his coffee from her tray. “I did do that but Joe wants to make sure his people are gonna be completely fine and well, we all know that you are as cold as it gets, am I right?” he said with a small laugh but (Y/N) didn’t even smile. “Please?”

“I’m not even that good at controlling them yet” she said unsure.

“Well, we’re still training in a bit” Barry reminded her. “So maybe you can try after that?”

“Fine” she said sighing as she took her seat at her desk.

“Hey, (Y/N), am I reading this wrong, or is tomorrow your birthday?” Caitlin asked excited and (Y/N) felt herself pale a little.

“Uh- I um- y-yeah tomorrow’s my birthday” she said quietly knowing there was no way she was getting out of this.

“What? Why didn’t you say anything?” Barry asked.

“Yeah, we have to celebrate” Cisco said excitedly.

“Oh, n-no that’s really not necessary. I don’t feel like doing anything-“

“(Y/N) come on, it’s been pretty chill lately and it’s on a Saturday. Downtime leads to increased productivity, ergo we need to have fun” he said rolling his chair towards hers. She simply eyed him with a serious expression on her face not responding. “And the best way to have fun is for us to go out to the club” he suggested. “Am I right, Team Flash? LET’S GET TURNT!”

“Yeah, that’s not happening” she said getting back to her work.

“Come on, Elsa-“

Stop calling me Elsa” she said glaring at him.

“Loosen up a little. It’s your birthday and we all need a break” Cisco tried to convince her. “Come to think of it, I don’t think you’ve ever hung out with us outside of S.T.A.R. Labs” he said.

“Cisco” Caitlin warned him knowing he was slowly walking into dangerous territory. (Y/N) was a really reserved person and they all knew that.

“What does that have to do with anything?” she asked looking at Cisco.

“Well, nothing just that you’ve been here for months now and you’re still sort of an enigma” he replied.

“Cisco” Barry tried but he still ignored them.

“There’s not much to know” she said shrugging her shoulders. “My name is (Y/N), I have ‘ice powers’ as you said and-“

“And that’s pretty much everything we know about you” Cisco complained. For the longest time he had tried to know something, anything else about (Y/N). The minute he had laid eyes on her he thought she was incredibly beautiful and when he got to know her, well, as little as it was, he couldn’t help but feel captivated by her. The only problem was; she was probably the most reserved person he’d known. They knew as little as possible about her and he wanted to know more. He wanted to break down that wall that she had up against everyone. “We don’t know anything about you, like your favorite color, what movies do you like, books, food. I mean, if it wasn’t for Caitlin we wouldn’t even have known your birthday was tomorrow-“

“Well, maybe that’s because I didn’t want you guys to know my birthday was tomorrow because I don’t want to make a big fuss about it” she said trying to get back to work but Cisco wasn’t letting her off that easy.

“But we can even have your favorite cake. If we knew what it was. Wait, don’t tell me. Ice cream cake, duh” he said laughing trying to make her laugh too. (Y/N) turned to look at him and smiled a little.

“You are so funny, Cisco” she said using a fake laugh before she touched Cisco’s coffee cup and he slowly felt it freeze until it got ice cold so he stopped laughing. (Y/N) smiled sweetly at him before she turned around and left the cortex.

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“Hey, is JJ still here? I don’t see his car, I just need to talk to him.” I rush out my words to the first person who opens the front door.

“Like it’s bad.” I mumble before looking up and seeing Simon.

“Are you okay?” He asks and I shake my head before walking in and throwing my bag down. I slip off my sneakers and I rush up the stairs.

“No no stop love, what’s wrong?” Simon asks before grabbing my waist and spinning my around.

“No no I need to talk to JJ.” I panic and he holds onto my arms.

“He’s not home. Tell me what’s wrong so I can help you.”

“No I need to talk to him. He knows what to do.”

“No he probably doesn’t it’s Jide. But tell me. Six years.”

“My brother.” I motion around me and he raises an eyebrow.

“Ryan?” He asks and I shake my head.

“Lucas.” I exclaim and he actually freezes.

“Tell me it isn’t what I think it is.” He shake his head slowly and I nod.

“Yeah well it came back.”

“Why do you need JJ?”

“Bc I have to fucking borrow money from my best friend. Lucas needs treatment and you and I both know that my family is broke. Especially after Lucas’ cancer treatments from when he was younger. I need to borrow money and it’s fucking pathetic so let’s not go any further into this.”

“I’ll give you the money you’re my fucking girlfri-.” He goes to finish the sentence and stops himself.

“You’re gonna take the money because I love you okay. Does that work?” He asks and I shake my head.

“No because you’re with Gia and she’s pregnant.”

“She’s not pregnant. She fucking tricked me to see if I loved her and I told her I don’t.”

“That’s fucked up.” I let out a small laugh and he joins in.

“Yeah well stop avoiding this. You’re gonna take the money and you’re not gonna try and give it back. Lucas is family.”

“This doesn’t mean we’re dating again.” I clarify and he laughs.

“I wanna say I’m sorry though. Like I did one of the lowest things I could’ve done and saying sorry doesn’t make up for it, but I need you to know that I am sorry. I fucked up and I didn’t realize how much I need you until you weren’t there.”

“I accept your apology but considering you and I are still exes, I should go?” I mumble and he shakes his head.

“It’s like one am and you’re too upset to be driving home. Sleep in my room I’ll take the guest room.”

Simons POV

“You slept with her in that bed.” She whispers to herself and honesty that stings the most. The realization that I fully cheated on the girl I contemplated marrying for the last year.

“I actually didn’t. She never came over here.”

“Good.” She walks into the room and looks around.

“Wheres the picture?” She asks referring to the one of us I always have next to my monitors.

“Side table.” I point to the nightstand and she smiles.

“Just wondering. It has been four months since I left.”

“Okay well I’m gonna go to the other room. I’ll see you in the morning and we’ll go see your parents and talk to them.”

“My parents are worried that he’s gonna like do something stupid now that it’s back. I mean I’d go and be risky if I knew I could die within a year if things go poorly.”

“Well Lucas is seventeen and I hope that he realizes he has a chance of living a healthy life after this again, but you and I know he’s smart. he won’t do something to harm himself.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

“Goodnight Si.”

I want Yuuri to cry.

Hold it! Before you get to my throat, I’ll explain why:

The scene in ep 1 where Yuuri cries alone in the toilet really got to me….because I could relate to it so well. The way he behaved like an emotionless robot when he was outside with Celestino, the way he made the fake voice while talking to his mother on the phone, and the most heartbreaking of all was when he cried…

Here are the things which struck me the most :

1) Yuuri’s own mother didn’t realize exactly how upset Yuuri was……this leads me to believe Yuuri never allows himself to cry even in front of his closest family and friends….Sure he whines when teased by others or cries when he gets physically hurt, but actual full blown crying just to let out his feelings? I don’t think he’s ever done that

2)Yuuri was trying to hold back his voice……as far as Yuuri knew, there was no one in the washroom, he could have been louder if he wanted to…but the way he choked back on his voice makes me feel this isn’t the first time he has cried like this….silently, so that no one knows. How many times must he have cried into his pillow? Just to muffle his voice and hide his tears?

Yuuri has subconsciously conditioned himself that crying in front of others is wrong, showing his vulnerability, even when with his own family , is wrong…….and now, even if he wants to cry his heart out to someone…….he won’t…no, he can’t
He just can’t bring himself to do it….

And I’m saying all this as a person who goes through the same thing……I’m starting to open up…..just a bit, enough to trust two friends to not look at me weirdly when I have a silent cry……but to this day I haven’t found someone I can trust myself to simply bawl my heart out to without being judged or being told ‘don’t be such a crybaby’ or ‘don’t cry over something so silly’

So just once….just once, I want Yuuri to cry.

I want him to stop holding up that dam he has built up over these years and just let his emotions out. And it doesn’t have to be over something great like losing a tournament……. it can be something as stupid as falling on the ice exhausted…..when he’s just practising, alone in the Hasetsu castle’s ice rink…

And when the dam does burst, I want Viktor to be there for Yuuri.

I want Yuuri to be able to break past his conditioning and trust Viktor enough to cry as loudly and messy as he wants to.

And I want Viktor to simply plop down on the ice next to Yuuri, give him a shoulder to cry on, to gently run his fingers through his hair and wait for Yuuri to calm down and just tell him,

It’s okay.

catears00  asked:

I'm a little disappointed because you're not the real isayama but I still love you for being kind and amazing and for answering our asks. It's really cool for your questions to be answered and for your wonders to be explained . And you did that for US! So thank you VERY VERY MUCH, mama. And if anyone insulted you or roasted you don't be annoyed or upset cause you're an absolutely amazing human being.oh and also now that you're ask box is open YOU'LL NEVER GET RID OF ME!! love, Seedling

Everyone is really lovely about it, I’m surprised! Sorry to have dissapointed. I thought it was more clear that this is more of a fun blog than the actual internet presence of a world famous mangaka. I’m sorry for not making it more clear. No one has been mean to me so far, but I have lost over 20 followers, which is fine haha Thank you for your support!


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anonymous asked:

Too bad they killed Gideon's friend before it was confirmed in any way they might have been a little more than just friends, but you're right it honestly felt like that's what they were going for with them.

I really thought they were going to develop an actual gay love story that couldn’t be brushed aside and never talked about again but of course I was just setting myself up for disappointment. I mean they had more chemistry in the six minutes they were together on screen than half the actual couples do now. It’s just a wasted opportunity and I don’t know why I’m surprised. 

I mean just look at them.