ya know what’s weird? how most people in this fandom read pjo and then immediately got involved either with their friends or online discussing these books? like when i read it becasue i was so young i knew absolutely zero (0) people who had read the books and was convinced that no one else had read them and that they weren’t very popular and when i found this fandom in 8th grade it was like…really rad. also like it’s weird bc most people associate their love of pjo with the fandom but i don’t? like the fandom and the books are so heavily seperated in my mind like that’s so weird how people read the books and as they read are like “wow i ship this” how do you even do that
1. I went in not knowing the story that well, and about halfway through act 1
I realized it was a story about two gay men in New York in the 1980s, which meant there was only one way it could end. Still when it happened I had the breath knocked out of me.
2. The song “What More Can I Say?” when you see Marvin really grow into his love for Whizzer really reminded me how LGBT people lack words for our feelings. Like he didn’t know what to say bc there was no script for him, no model he could follow like when he was married to a woman. And that is incredibly powerful.
3. Whizzer and Jason’s relationship is everything everything everything.
4. Stories about chosen families are so important. Trina’s realization that her family is so different than she thought it would be but it is still her’s was incredibly real and resonated even in 2016.
Oh dear. Digging deep into the Kingdom Hearts feels for this one. Crossover whore that I am…
Sometimes he just needed to let off a little steam.
Riku stepped into the Darkness, looked around for anyone crossing near him, threw his head back and let out a rage-filled shriek of frustration.
Sora, bless his sweet little heart, was such a clusterfuck of a keyblade master. How he had even survived that first adventure, Riku would never know. He slammed a fist into an incorporeal wall, and then he stood tall again, breathing out hard.
Out if the void, a dark chuckle reverbrated, and Riku was instantly on guard. He knew that voice.
Sephiroth slipped into the space between worlds that Riku stood in, his wing back and folded, his hands crossed over his chest.
“Your mother was the same way.” he said, voice warm. It was incredibly creepy and terrifying. “But it always served him well in the end. Don’t strangle the puppy, and he’ll figure it out soon.” he nodded, satisfied with that assesment. “In the meantime, it’s a good idea to throw something at his head. It helps the reflexes, and it is incredibly satisfying when it connects.”
Riku just stared, gobsmacked.
When they talked about the abyss, he doubted that they meant the hollow echoing memory of an eldrich horror that had somehow procreated with a human and spawned yourself. That was just getting too far into mindfuck territory to be safe.
Without a word, Riku turned on a heel and vanished.
You know, one of the things I love best about the Tracy family is just how absolutely close they are. You know that no matter what happens, they’ll always stand by each other and take care of one another. And with all that fondness, you know it’s guaranteed that there’s been at least one point in their lives that they’ve ended up in a pile like a litter of puppies. (Scott totally started it this time by grabbing John and tackling Virgil, and everyone else just went along with it.)
I started this a week or two ago but was having a very hard time getting it done, and thanks to a headache and some determination, finally got it finished tonight. (At the expense of putting off homework for another night, oh well. ;3) It was nice to have something fun to draw the family doing for a change too. Also it makes the wait for Season 2 just a little bit less painful!
today i was like “i want to spend some time looking at clothes and make a pinterest board” and i did not do that, but i did play some games with people i care about and have a small discussion about politics with my mum that wasn’t bad so?? i guess it was ok??
time to go upstairs to my bedroom so i can continue working on my super stressful shadow work project and then spend like 3 hours calming down from 1 hour of journalling. and then sleep!
NO SAVIOR . no one probably noticed or cares , but i’ve changed to an alias on here for a personal reason that i’d rather not get into too much , but if we’ve been talking , you’re totally free to keep using my name in conversation & such . this is just a bit of an update on that , just so no one ends up confused .
Former Number One Hero, All Might, climbed out of the car, thanking the driver as he shut the door. When it drove off, Toshinori Yagi straightened with a groan and a pop of his back, and approached the apartment building where Inko Midoriya lived. Three flights and a long hallway brought him to the correct door. At one time, such a trip would make for a mindless stroll, but now… Toshinori rubbed his lower back with his knuckles, kneading the ache that had formed there. Again, he found himself battling the creeping fatigue that seemed to be his constant companion since his battle with All for One and the loss of his last remnants of One for All. With a last exhausted sigh, he shook off his fatigue, put on a convincing smile, and rang the doorbell.
The weekly meetings between Toshinori and Inko Midoriya started after young Midoriya began his additional training with his predecessor in the evenings. Toshinori would meet with and update Inko on her son’s progress, doing what he could to answer any of her questions and concerns. It had actually been the boy’s idea. He could tell his mother still fretted about him despite his daily phone calls. The suggestion had been accidental, an offhand comment during a rest period. Though the boy had frantically insisted All Might not do anything that would be inconvenient, his mentor enthusiastically agreed to do it.
Toshinori thought it was the very least he could do to belay any of his student’s mother’s worries. The retired hero was, after all, the source of them. It had never been his intent, but then again he had only thought to make Izuku his successor. He owed it to Inko to ease her mind with a smile and reassurances.
It only took a quick call for the times and dates to be set. This would be the third meeting.
anahi had been making her way home from work, as the distance from her new job was a little less than a mile. the girl had coffee in one hand, preparing herself for the long night ahead of her, as she gazed at every tree and fleck of snow with her hands snug in her pocket. the girls lack of focus on the objects in front of her caused her to run into the person in front of her. “i’m so sorry.” she spoke softly as her coffee had spilled everywhere. “gosh, i should’ve paid more attention.” laughing softly, she picked up her now empty cup and gulped. “i’ll wash your clothes for you if you want?”
I waited at the door as Corinne slowly parted from her children. Finally I pulled her arm, and just before I closed the door behind us, I looked back at the children. The twins were sound asleep. The two older ones stood side by side, the boy holding the girl’s hand, just as Christopher had held Corinne’s. I saw him look into her eyes, and saw him smile, a smile that sent a cold chill up my spine. For it was a smile I had seen before, it was the smile of Christopher for Corinne, the smile I had been too blind to see. But now my eyes were opened. -Garden of Shadows
i have like…. a good 9,300 words done on a long ass trikey fic and im p hype to eventually finish it and post it bc you guys…. this thing is my child now. i mean I become attached to all of my long fics but this one has kept me writing for the past two months and that’s an unprecedented amount of time for me to not give up and hate myself and my writing
so just.. be on the look out i suppose. probably won’t be done for awhile but in case anyone wants something to look forward to in fandom
So I’m pretty sure this was suppose to be fem! natsu who I headcanoned to be one of those girls who really does not go with the ‘girly female’ thingy and I wanted to draw her actually realizing she likes the way she is truthfully in the middle of some fancy event or something (hence the dress). and man my bro my dude i wanted to protect the child I was drawing.
otherwise she could also pass off as nalu’s child with the same situation really. I got really into this drawing because I was thinking all about how everyone loves to draw fem! natsu or the nalu children and the big four’s children in general but I always thought about how the dynamics might turn out for certain children; without a doubt, a nalu daughter will be tomboy-ish more or less but will she having trouble with peers on how she is so? Because I know a lot of girls can get picked on for that trait and generally they have a lot of trouble with themselves on who they want to be and who they are. I think acceptance ought to go steadily.
conclusion is that i sure do loveeee finding angst factors to presumedly happy shit.
A/N: I’ve had this idea for a while now. I mean, it’s vamp!Jungkook + roommate au… and i haven’t written in awhile so maybe this could make up for the lack of activity?? I’m on spring break so I’ll be writing more! hopefully, it’ll be Mr. & Mrs. Jeon next!!
Summary: He had strange requirements for a roommate and you didn’t question it but why of all conditions did his potential roommate had to work at a hospital?
Word count: 2.2k
You didn’t steal. Not even once have you taken something that was yours. When you were younger, you had attempted to steal an extra lollipop but before you could even taste it’s dangerously sweet strawberry flavor, guilt practically swallowed you whole and your little legs carried you back inside to return the candy with a blubbering apology.
It was from that moment that you realized being a thief was something you weren’t cut out for.
luckiedee wanted some distraction and i was trying to help so… here have a first time meeting thingy!
To say Kurt was embarrassed would have been an understatement.
Dating since he got to New York hadn’t gone well. One would think in a city that size, there would be multitudes of eligible men for him to flirt around with, and at least one that he wouldn’t mind getting a bit further than flirting. Yet everyone he’d come across had been… not right.
Maybe he was picky, maybe he was being too hard on everyone, but there was something to turn him off of anyone he’d thought about. Cologne too strong, weird way of tucking in his shirt, too loud of a laugh, a smile that was probably perfectly find but made him uneasy - there was always something. But despite that, he refused to give up hope, which was why he’d let his roommate talk him into getting one of those apps on his phone where there was swiping and judging based on first impressions and wow it seemed so shallow but there he was.
There he was, sitting at a table for two in a nice restaurant, all by himself.