i hope it doesn't look too much like the thing i did last year

Concept: Mickey and Emil have been friends basically since they both began skating. They’re really close, and when I say close I mean HELLA. Sleepovers, friendship bracelet exchange when they were 12 (Emil still wears his outside of skating, and while Mickey will never admit it he still keeps his in his wallet of all places), the whole deal. Sara is also part of their friend group, but she’s definitely not as close to Emil as Mickey is.

And then puberty hits and Mickey suddenly becomes very aware of Emil and his closeness to Sara. In reality, nothing’s really changed, but he’s begun to get a weird tight feeling in his chest whenever he sees Emil smiling and laughing with Sara. He begins to be a lot more protective over Sara because that’s what it’s gotta be, right? Sara is getting prettier each year, and as her big brother he has a responsibility to keep men from taking advantage of her. Even if it’s Emil, who he’s known for years. Anyways, there’s nothing else this feeling can be, right? Right. Nothing more than protectiveness.

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anonymous asked:

Okay okay but get this.. . ... insecure Lance with vitiligo I cannot believe this isn't already a thing give me my beautiful space son who's fLipping out because the foundation he had on him leaving earth isn't going to last forever and he really really doesn't want the team to know about anything that will make him different and mark him as a freak like everyone has always said

AHHHH I literally screamed when I saw this. 

Thank you <3 

I sorta went a different way with this. Sorry!

“Stop. It. You can’t cry right now.” Lance inhaled as much oxygen as he could before his lungs hitched and he coughed it out. 

“If you cry the foundation will wear off. So knock it off.” Lance ran his shaking hands through his hair. He didn’t know if he was talking to vent or help himself but he wish he would stop babbling like some teenage girl. 

Lance sat down on the edge of the bathtub glaring at the water. Shiro told them to wash up, but how could he wash away the only thing that is keeping him normal. Lance wanted to take a bath he really did. He wanted to try out the Altean soaps and face masks. He wanted to treat himself™ just like he would at the Garrison. Maybe Allura has some makeup, we have similar skin tones. Lance stood up and marched out of his room, he needed to find the princess. 

-

“Princess?” Lance hesitantly knocked on her bedroom door. 

“Yes Lance? Why aren’t you out of armor yet? Shiro told you to wash up.” Allura stood up from her where she was perched on her bed. 

“I kn-know. But I have a question for you.” Lance hugged his body, praying his sweat didn’t ruin the foundation anymore than what it was. 

“Well what is it?” Allura gestured for Lance to enter her room and he awkwardly stood in the middle of it while she sat on the edge of her bed. 

“Do Alteans have makeup?” Lance’s voice was so small it made him feel 5. 

“Makeup? Well of course!” Allura jumped up from her seat. “We have a lot of different kinds.” She smiled at him, hoping to relieve his stiff posture. 

“Do you have foundation to match my skin tone.” Lance gestured to his face. 

Allura stood up and placed her hand on his face, pretending she didn’t feel him flinch. “I think we do, mine might not work since it was made especially for me however,” Allura grabbed a small scanner off her desk and made her way back over to the boy, “this scanner will give us the number and type we need to match your skin perfectly.” 

She gently grabbed his hand and placed his finger under the scanner. It flashed a purple light for a few seconds before it beeped green and produced a small chip. 

Allura grabbed the chip “Now I’ll put this in a machine and it will have it made by the time you are done cleaning up.” 

Lance released a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “Can I get it sooner?” 

“Why do you need it so soon?” Allura chuckled a little bit. 

“I just need it that’s all.” Lance said a bit quietly, too quiet for Alluras liking.

“Once it’s done I’ll drop it off at your room. Okay?” Allura gently said. 

“Okay.” 

“Now go clean up.” And Lance left. 

-

Lance sunk down into the tub, letting the water surround him. He slowly submerged himself completely under water and let his mind wander. 

Ugly, Freak, Weirdo, Whats wrong with your face?

 Lance could still hear the kids voices like they said them yesterday. He could still remember the snickers he heard behind his back. He could remember how teachers would look at him sympathetically. He could still feel the shoves from the kids when he asked to play with them. He remembered crying to his mama asking why this happened to him. He remembered his sister teaching him how to do makeup and attempting too help his confidence. Sadly he was only confident with 3 different layers of makeup plastered on his face and arms. 

Lance rose his head from the water and touched his face and smeared the makeup off his face. He drained the water, stood up, turned on the shower and started scrubbing his arms and face. 

What would the team think? He wasn’t normal. He was a freak. 

He watched the water drain down, taking the brown makeup with it. After the water cleared he turned of the shower and dried off. 

Lance put on his pants and started to sort through the different Altean supplies. He found something that resembled lavender and started to apply it to his face. He attempted not to stare at the different color patches that scattered his face. He moved down to his arms, where it only started happening a year prior. He dropped the container when he saw a small patch forming on his stomach. 

“Fuck.” Lance leaned over the sink, not even trying to stop his tears. 

“Why, why, why.” Lance grabbed his hair. He was about to get back into the tub when Allura knocked on his bathroom door. 

“Lance! It’s done~” Allura seem to sing. 

“Ca-Can you ju-just leave it out-outside my door?” Lance nearly punched himself for his voice cracking. 

“Are you alright Lance?” Allura asked, curiosity and concern plaguing her voice.

“Yes.” 

“No you’re, not….I hope you’re decent because I’m coming in.” Before Lance could react the bathroom door was opening and he was face to face with Allura who was holding a bottle. 

Allura opened and closed her mouth and Lance grabbed a towel and wrapped his torso up in it, happy that he was wearing pants. 

After a few moments of unbearable silence Lance bit out “Go on laugh, I don’t care. Just leave the bottle and go.” 

“Lance.” Allura gently grabbed the towel  from Lance and brought his face closer. “I would never laugh a you for something like this.” She opened the bottle and put a few drops of the liquid on Lances face and started to rub it in. 

Lance stared at Allura as she continued to apply the makeup on Lance. “What?” She asked. 

“Why are you being so nice?” Lance mumbled out. 

“Why wouldn’t I be nice? You can’t help this,” she gestured towards his arms. “Plus this doesn’t changed anything about you. I’ll even keep it a secret from the team if you need.” 

Lance started crying again and Allura hugged him. She gently ran her fingers through his hair. 

Lance hugged her back. “Do you think the team will judge me?”

“They would never.” Allura softly said. 

“Should I tell them?”

“Only if you want.” 

“Will you help me?”

“Of course. Now lets get you ready for dinner.” 

Lance smiled and started to distract himself from the voices of the kids that echoed in his mind. 

Happy Ending! I think? 

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Make Her A Stark~Part 1 - Robb Stark x Reader

Hey so I started watching Game Of Thrones instead of revising and, although I am only on season two (I know almost everyone dies and my heart will break), I have written a 2 part Robb stark imagine and I have begun a Jon Snow imagine. Let me know what you guys think. Sorry if things aren’t accurate I am new to the fandom. This doesn't follow the events of the show. Let me know what you think, please!!!

PART 2 PART 3


Originally posted by winterfellskingdom

You shivered profoundly as you clutched at your coat. You had been in Winterfell for only a few weeks on you fathers orders, to be Lady Catelyn’s ward as your father and brothers were too busy to be dealing with your ‘woman’s antics’.

You were not used to the cold and each breath seemed to burn your lungs a little as your skin was constantly covered in goose pimples. You missed the heat and you could never seem to find warmth, even with your new clothes and furs. Winter was coming and you had no idea how you would manage then.

You could feel your own body slowly becoming tired and ill but you had to remain well, you could not embarrass yourself in front of your hosts. You father had been trying to make connections with the Starks for years and, although nothing had been said officially, you had a feeling your father sent you here for another reason other than to get you away. Not wanting to give him any other reason to hate you other than you being his only, unwanted daughter and youngest child.

You were attempting to cross the courtyard to the main hall to see Lady Stark when you could feel yourself swaying a little and almost stumble before a layer of large furs being draped over your shoulders and a strong arm gripping yours firmly.

“Are you okay, milady?” You looked up into Robbs blue eyes wearily,

“Of course my lord,” you lied, “I am needed by your mother so I must take my leave…” You tried to shrug away from his furs and pardon yourself but he wouldn’t let you escape him,

“Lady (y/n), You are becoming ill you need rest,” he pulled his coats further over you,

“And you need your furs, you will freeze”

“I am used to the temperatures,” He smiled kindly at you. That smile could truly thaw you. Despite his eyes being the colour of ice, they were warm and his touch would linger on your body leaving a different kind of warmth like a lasting tingle. You would not be able to deny your attraction to the oldest Stark boy who was just one year older than you. “(y/n),” he addressed you without your title for once, making you listen, “If you do not return to your room and allow me to get a nurse I shall carry you myself. My mother can wait I am sure.” His words of kindness and caring made your heart pang, with a little hope that maybe your silly little crush was reciprocated.

“I shall return after seeing your mother, I promise.” You returned his smile but he frowned.

“No, milady, you shall return now and that is an order.” His still firm grip on your arm moved you around and almost dragged you to your chambers that were considerably large compared to the closest you father had stuffed you in. You sighed at the warmth given off by the fire as Robb guided you to sit by it carefully. As you reached the chair you almost collapsed again from exhaustion only to have Robbs strong arms wrap around you - that in its self, made your head spin even more than it was.


Catching you as delicately as he could he picked you up effortlessly, calling for a guard to fetch a nurse as he carried you to your bed, laying you down on the sheets and raising your head to cradle it. You few weeks here had left him in a daze around you. You were the fairest lady he had ever seen and you care for his younger sisters and your need to help his mother and family so much meant he couldn’t help but admire you.

He and yourself had often taken little walks around Winterfell, more often when you first arrived rather than now but you had only ever really spoken formally, all 'milady’ this and 'milady’ that and that is what annoyed him a little about you, you were so focused on doing well for and proving yourself to your horrible, male-heir-obsessed father that you wouldn’t allow yourself to enjoy anything. He had thoroughly enjoyed being with you and he wanted you to see that but he could never seem to get through to you.

Little did he know that really, you wanted to let him in too. You were just afraid Lady Stark would, at some point, send you back to you family and back to your sheltered life as a disgrace to your brothers. You adored Robb and that was the truth, but formally, you were here for his mother. Informally, your heart would always be here for Robb.

He had been hoping to speak to his mother himself earlier when he had seen you stumbling in a sick state, not thinking twice about throwing his own source of warmth around your shivering body. He knew you were not coping being in the cold as opposed to the heat you were used to. He had watched you for days as you continued along with your life, trying to ignore it and simply stay out of the way.

Seeing you so sick, unable to hold yourself made a part of him hurt. He had so badly wanted to hold you and comfort you and take care of you, he never imagined he would have to see the girl he had fallen for so quickly and hard in such discomfort with such a fever. His feelings had grown quickly like wild fire. The way you were selfless yet could look out for yourself, the way you tied your hair back while focusing, the way you held yourself at formal events and then seeing you afterwards so relaxed.

Your sweats had begun to set in and your (e/c) eyes had fluttered shut just as two nurses rushed in before stopping before him,

“Lord Stark,” they bowed their heads a little,

“Help her, treat her as a Stark.” He ensured, his worry had set in and now he wanted nothing more than you to be awake and well so he could hold you again in a better circumstance. He still cradles your head in his lap when a nurse began to usher him away,

“A lord should never see such a lady indisposed,” she almost spat at him rather rudely but in a mad worry to make her well, he left squeezing her hand one final time before grabbing his sword and heading outside.

He had forgotten to take his furs but you had needed them more than him so they remained around you fragile body as he hacked away at a target with his blade. The way the healer woman had referred to you as 'such a woman’ troubled him. He had demanded she be treated like a stark yet she referred to you as an outsider. Yes, you belonged to another family but if he had just been able to speak with his mother earlier he could have gotten her to discuss a courtship. He would happily make her a Stark over any other woman in the land.

anonymous asked:

Hey Nikki, is it just me or does it seem like Touka, as a character, hasn't had a whole lot going on that doesn't revolve around Kaneki in :re? I was re-reading TG and found myself missing when she seemed to have a whole life outside of him (school, friends, family conflict, taking an active role in the territory, etc) which really made her feel unique for a female love interest. Am I wrong in feeling like almost all of her recent development has just been about Kaneki and nothing else?

(I hope that last ask didn’t come across as character hate- It’s not! I love Touka’s character and have just felt slightly dissatisfied with the road she’s been taken down lately, so I wanted to see if maybe I was just overlooking things.)

Hey! 

I can see where it seems like Touka’s sole purpose is to move Kaneki forward because– let’s face it– he’s the main character. But while a lot of the stuff she’s said recently can be applied to her involvement with him, that’s not necessarily always the case.

With the “virgin chat” and the sex scene so fresh, it’s a little difficult to keep in mind that several chapters beforehand included Touka’s fighting in Cochlea and talking with Amon and Akira. While she did speak vaguely and briefly of Kaneki at times, for the most part it was about letting go of grudges and trying to get others to see ghouls as people, too. 

Nobody else is as straight-forward as her. Nobody else has her breed of bravery or perspective on life. If you take into account all the other people in Goat right now, Touka was the only person capable of bridging the gap here. 

And speaking of that conversation, I loved this glimpse at what she truly thought of her father. Of course she still loves and misses Arata, but to hear her actually say he was stupid for letting the past eclipse his present was a huge step forward after all the pent-up hatred she felt towards investigators in the first series.

I know we’re accustomed to applying everything about Arata to Kaneki because they’re obviously meant to be similar, but this statement, from Touka’s perspective, was about how it affected HER. It was personal, and meant to show Akira that she could relate to excusing her father’s violence, but that you have to look at what they did realistically if you ever wanted to move past it.

Apart from all that, things about Touka’s current situation with work and family and friends are absolutely still present. Of course the fact that she can no longer attend college is upsetting, but it’s fitting for her present self to move past that, lest it weigh her down. 

Remember back when she snuck into Cocolea with the gasmask group? She wasn’t there to see Kaneki. She probably didn’t even know she’d run into him. That was entirely about saving Hinami despite her family also trying to keep her safely out of it, and it offered a window through which to see how she could still fight with the best of them, even before we saw her hold her own against Mutsuki. 

I could go on forever about all the other ways Touka has moved forward without Kaneki at the center-point of her actions (I mean, she ran her own business for four years before so much as bumping into Haise). But the important thing for us to do is consider that a woman can still be her own person regardless of romantic involvement. I think we’re so used to seeing in one way or another that this concept of Touka being both is a little difficult to take in.

So, overall, it’s a fine line between “she’s just there as the love interest” and “hey, it’s HER love interest, too”… but thankfully Ishida has made sure to let us know that Touka exists beyond Kaneki, while at the same time has the courage and freedom to express that she wants this relationship for herself, too

ajcook1fan  asked:

..) She doesn't do social media, so how would she know people want an apology or a updated statement? Honestly hasn't society as whole changed in the last 2 years nevermind 10. Why not focus energy on people who actively are anti trans or make public comments who hurt the community (Micheal Che, Leslie Jones). If someone likes someone why actively try and point out the wrong in that person esp from their past??

Because honestly, Kate McKinnon helped me get the courage to come out and seeing something like this page demolish her for something like a sketch done (poor sketch now, but was a bgss hit) hurts me. I understand people are sensitive and triggered so a warning tag I get but to actively repost and hate comments? I just don’t get the point. She has done nothing recent to suggest and knowing what she has done and what being gay means to her I know with all my heart the skit wasn’t done for target.

sorry for the long messages - I don’t want to start anything with one that was a legit question for you on your reasoning. I say If you don’t like Kate just don’t reblog her? No need to reblog comments/posts and write negative things with no recent backings.

It looks like we might be missing a part here but I think I understand what you are saying and we have gotten a lot of messages on the same vein but yours is the most put together so I am going to respond to what I do have.

First these are the posts this person is referring to if anyone wanted to check. The exact thing you are talking about seems to be this: 

“Reminder also that Kate Mckinnon is transphobic. Lily Tomlin however seems to not be transphobic (though if anyone has any evidence to the contrary please feel free to add it)”

Which I added to a post talking about Kate Mckinnon and Lily Tomlin and how they are both lesbians who played Miss Frizzle the Magic Schoolbus character. 

So let’s dive in. Right out of the gate let us address your first point saying that she doesn’t have social media so how would she know people want an apology. 

She should know what she did was wrong. Without people telling her, as a person with critical thinking and someone who keeps very involved in politics she should have come to the conclusion on her own that what she did was wrong. But let’s say that she didn’t only because of ignorance, not because of malicious intent but because she truly did not know that her sketch was transphobic- then this is how we tell her. 

If she doesn’t know yet then she probably isn’t going to learn from quiet reflection, she probably needs someone to tell her and since it seems like the people in her life haven’t yet I am not holding up much hope that they will. So her fans do, social media does. 

And maybe if we spread the information enough then it will get to someone who can tell her and she can apologize and do better next time. That is the best case scenario, and that is what I am personally aiming for.

Now your next point- why not focus on something bigger. This is an argument used against any complaint brought up by marginalized groups until we reach the complaints that involve us being massacred. But what is missed is that those “little” complaints are the steps that come before a massacre, the little “jokes” about transgender people that no one calls out so everyone assumes is okay. 

And these jokes for a lot of people don’t make any conscious change though they subconsciously let the person know that transgender peoples lives are something to be joked about. But for a select few these jokes reinforce already held belief. For those terrible people that you sited- jokes are what let them know it was okay to have those terrible beliefs and what gave them the courage to be public about them. So jokes are important. 

Now the “why point out something wrong with someone I like” argument. I am not saying you can’t like them. But if you can’t handle objective facts about your hero then you are putting them on too high of a pedestal. 

Kate Mckinnon is a human being and she has made mistakes, and when I make mistakes I want people to point them out so I can fix them. I hope she wants the same thing, but even if she doesn’t ignoring the mistakes is not helping anyone. 

It isn’t helping her fans because it brings them into this false belief that she is perfect which only further separates her from them. It doesn’t help Kate Mckinnon, who is kept in the dark about this problem and may never fix it and may hurt people unknowingly. 

Again as you said it is completely possible that she actually didn’t know her sketch is hurtful, and just personally if something I had done was hurtful and I wasn’t aware I would want people to tell me so that I didn’t continue hurting people. 

And in regards to her being your hero to come out, that is fantastic and I am proud you got that strength and I am glad Kate Mckinnon could help you with that, but because she helped you doesn’t mean she can’t harm others. 

Consider this- a transgender women like you who also looks up to Kate Mckinnon. Imagine how it would feel for her to be watching old sketches and to come across one that painted her and people like her as predatory and just boys trying to be girls. Can you empathize with how horrible that experience would be? 

So maybe me posting that wasn’t for you, I have no interest in your beliefs about Kate Mckinnon, it was for that transgender woman. So that either she wouldn’t have to go through that moment, or so that after she went through that moment she would know that other people in the world saw that what Kate Mckinnon did was wrong, and so that person knows she isn’t alone. 

And in regards to “hate comments” maybe it is time for you to think about the fact that if me pointing out something that Kate Mckinnon did is hateful, what does that make her actions? Because my addition was mild. 

It was a statement of fact followed up with a positive affirmation about another lesbian actress. I think it is possible that you are just upset at what a hero of yours did and you want to forget it ever happened. And I have been there, I have been there this week actually, so I feel I may understand what you are going through. But I am sorry you can’t stay mad at the world for turning against someone you love forever. And at some point you are going to have to recognize that it was the one that you love who is actually at fault. 

And lastly I reblog her because she is a part of queer history. She is making queer history right now with her actions, and we need to decide if this is what we want the next generation to see as something we allowed. 

As someone who has studied queer history extensively I have worked against a lot of forces that wanted to erase the parts of history they don’t like. And I have learned that a lie of omission is still a lie. Silence is a choice, and it is not one I am going to be making anytime soon. 

Thank you for sending in your concerns I hope I addressed all of them.

anonymous asked:

How can you possibly look at that class photo of Eric taken on March 4, 1999, look into those eyes of his, that stare he is giving to the camera and say he is NOT a psychopath. He was clearly, by all accounts, a clinical textbook psychopath. Even his own parents have come to that conclusion. You are in utter denial. It's best NOT to over-analyze him or his motives. He doesn't deserve that. His victims are the ones who deserve attention not him.

Do you really mean to tell me that this one picture, frozen in time, is enough to convince some people that Eric was a big mean old psychopath? Wow. That just goes to show that if you put a little effort into looking the evil part, the rest of the world’s going to do your work for you and call you that for the rest of your days. Of course that picture is Eric at his most Reb-like, purposefully vicious and completely hellbent on making that picture a “fuck you, this is me being a neon warning sign you won’t see until it’s too late”-moment. Dylan, right next to him, is giving a pretty similar look into the camera. Funny how Dylan’s excluded from the psychopath narrative, despite them both looking like they could eat us alive. I guess that the whole “look into his eyes and tell me he’s not a psychopath”-thing only really counts when it comes to Eric, huh. Double standard much?

I also want to say that ‘clinical textbook psychopath’ is a more problematic descriptor than the standard account on Eric has any right to be. Psychopathy is still not an officially accepted clinical diagnosis, after all, and both the ICD-10 and the DSM-V do not recognise it as a standalone disorder. Psychopathy is recognised in the latter as a symptom of Antisocial Personality Disorder, but that inclusion took almost fifty years of research and debate about its validity. ASPD and DPD (dissocial personality disorder) are currently the clinically accepted measures that come closest to what we call 'psychopath’ in layman’s terms. I would strongly advise you to read up on the many criticisms on psychopathy, so that you will come to understand why this is still subject to debate and not yet recognised as an official disorder by the standard works in the psychiatric world today. Arguments countering psychopathy as a disorder include doubts about the neurological concepts of psychopathy, arguments that it could have a sociological stigmatisation effect, concern about its potential incompatibility with evolutionary models of empathy, and so on and so forth. It’s well worth your time to take a look at these critiques, because nothing about this potential diagnosis is currently 'textbook’ due to its still-evolving state.

While it is true that his parents gave off the impression of accepting the conclusion of psychopathy, it is also important to note that we only really know of two moments in which they spoke of Eric after the massacre. One of them is the talk with the Mauser family, in which they did seem to accept the standard view of their son, and another is an account in which Wayne Harris stated that he had two sons and that one of them died at Columbine. To me, that’s not enough to go on to definitively say that Eric’s parents have come to that conclusion you say they arrived at. It’s possible that they did accept it, of course, and it’s even more possible that they decided to not challenge the official narrative even if they personally have their doubts about it. When all the world tells you that your child was a certain way and leaves no room for doubt about that, it can really screw with your perceptions of who your child was and mess with the memories you have of time spent with your child. The Harris family has lived with people telling them their youngest son was a psychopath for close to eighteen years now. That’s as long as Eric was alive. That’s a long time in which to hold on to another view of him that may not fit the psychopath-narrative. It’s entirely possible that, in the privacy of their own home or even in the quiet space of their own mind, they might yet feel differently about their son than we currently think they do.

It’s not just about what Eric deserves. It’s not that simple. It never is. I would argue that we don’t analyse Eric’s personality or his motives for Eric’s benefit to begin with, as Eric is dead and gone and nothing we uncover right now has the power to help him. The reason why we want to get to know his motives is because there are other people out there with similar motives. The reason why we should take a very close look at his personality is because there are other people out there who recognise themselves in him and feel a kinship with him. We owe it to these people to uncover the truth about Eric and analyse what was going on with him, because that is the only way in which we will be able to provide these people with the help and support that they need. These people deserve our open minds and hearts. The last thing that they need is for us to conclude that Eric was a psychopath who couldn’t be saved by anybody. What kind of message do you think that sends? What do you think it tells those kids who feel the way Eric felt, who see themselves in him, who want to follow in Eric’s footsteps someday? What do you think happens to our hopes of helping these people when you say that Eric was less than human or not even human, as Dave Cullen did?

I personally chose to come to different conclusions about Eric over the past five years. And, let me tell you: that was not very hard to do. It’s not difficult to create a narrative for Eric that has a strong background in psychology and child development without straying into the psychopath-territory in the process. It’s possible to speak about Eric in the most basic, human terms you can conceive of and still have that make perfect logical sense without detracting in any way from the horrible things he did. The Eric I saw when I began my research was very angry, very hateful, and very aggressive. The Eric I see today is still all of those things. Were I to be in actual denial, I would not recognise the validity and presence of these things in him as much as I do. The only thing that has changed is how I choose to look at them. Are they all that Eric was, as the official narrative goes, or are they the symptoms of something far more complicated?

In my opinion, following the official narrative is what Eric would want us to do. He’d love it. He’d push for us to believe it every step of the way. Hell, I could even argue that he already played it up as much as he could while he was still alive. Do you really want to give Eric Harris the satisfaction of having his story be told exactly the way he wanted it to be? I personally feel he doesn’t deserve that courtesy. I think he deserves to have his narrative blown wide open, so we all get to see the insecurities, the self-loathing, the doubts, the loss, the fear, the anxiety, the rage, the isolation, the loneliness, the child behind those staring hateful eyes. He’d hate that. He never wanted us to see that and worked so very hard to avoid that we would be able to contemplate it as the truth about who he was.

It’s not overanalysing when it brings you closer to what’s true and helps other people feel heard in the process.

Easter with Svt
  • Okay
  • I’ve got to start with this
  • Otherwise it just wouldn’t be right 
  • But shua going to the morning Easter service with his family 
  •  tbh all I care about 
  • The fact he is home in general sends me over the moon 
  • But the idea of him getting to go to church with his mom and dad 
  • Freakin gold okay 
  • And he gets all fancied up 
  • Because it’s an Easter service 
  • So he’s looking fine 
  • Then again when does he not look good 
  • Anyways 
  • Maybe he takes the other members 
  • Maybe he doesn't 
  • Maybe a few tag along 
  • Either way he’s going 
  • But then after that he goes home for a late lunch 
  • Cooked by his mama 
  • Yes our shua gets a home cooked meal from his mom I’m in tears 
  • But the rest of the members show up 
  • Here’s where it gets wild
  • Okay so that’s a lot of mouths to feed 
  • So the kitchen is jam packed 
  • Mrs Hong is running all over the place 
  • But I feel like shua and her are quite similar so she’s obviously level headed and calm 
  • Mingyu is totally there helping her cook everything 
  • Wonwoo is there too
  • Offering more moral support than actually cooking but that’s okay 
  • Jeonghan is in the kitchen too 
  • Striking up a lively conversation with Mrs Hong 
  • Tbh they are probably complaining about the various things shua does that is a bit annoying 
  • Like the whole not bringing a towel when he showers thing
  • Vernon, Seungkwan and Chan would 100% be gushing over their hyung’s lil baby photos that are no doubt framed all over the house 
  • Seungcheol and Mr Hong would totally talk for a while 
  • Like the two great dads they are 
  • But then eventually Mr Hong and the boys manager would go out and hide Easter eggs 
  • Mrs Hong thought it was a good idea 
  • And tbh these 13 guys that are legit 5 year olds at heart aren’t going to object 
  • So while those two are out there legit hiding like over a hundred of those colorful plastic eggs 
  • The rest of the guys are inside doing something
  • Whether it’s cooking
  • or pushing tables together and setting up the chairs 
  • Pouring the various drinks 
  • Everyone is doing something 
  • Everything is happy and the house is full of life and laughter 
  • This is the best time any of them have had in awhile
  • Including the Hongs 
  • So the meal is finally made 
  • Shua has changed into something a little less fancy 
  • Cause let’s be honest 
  • Fancy clothes aren’t the most comfortable 
  • So everyone crams around the table 
  • And Mr Hong prays 
  • Because yes 
  • And then they all dive into the meal
  • Shua’s probably melting because it’s his moms cooking 
  • Nothing is better than that 
  • Tbh the other 12 guys are in heaven 
  • Because amazing food 
  • Everyone’s talk and laughing 
  • Lots of giggling 
  • Happy happy happy 
  • Like neighbors can just feel happiness radiating from the house 
  • Insert wonwoo saying happiness here
  • So they finally finish 
  • All the food is gone 
  • Everyone is stuffed 
  • Everyone who was dieting which I don’t think any of them are but I could be wrong went out the window 
  • Because as seungkwan said 
  • Diets always start tomorrow 
  • So now it’s time for the great Easter egg hunt 
  • So imma just take a shot in the dark
  • But I have a feeling most of them haven’t done Easter egg hunts 
  • So they are all hell excited 
  • Soonyoung is break dancing with seokmin 
  • Jun is talking at the speed of light he’s so excited 
  • Vernon and minghao are just dabbing all over creation 
  • Seungkwan is no doubt spinning around the yard and singing super loud
  • Joshua is probably telling coups and jeonghan about all the crazy things that happened back when he did these hunts as a lil bean 
  • Mingyu probably stepped on one of the plastic eggs that wasn’t hidden so well and broke it 
  • So now he and wonwoo are flipping out because what !!!
  • Jihoon would be acting all nonchalant and like “I’m a grown man I don’t need to do this”
  • But tbh he’s already trying to find some of the eggs with chan because THEY WILL WINNNNNN 
  • So everyone’s got their bags and baskets and the race is on!!!! 
  • Lots of screaming and yelling 
  • Tbh the neighbors are probably worried why there are 13 grown boys screaming and excitedly looking for small colored plastic eggs 
  • BUT WHATEVER 
  • So they start off strong 
  • Everyone is finding them left in right 
  • Mr and Mrs Hong and the manager are practically wheezing from laughing so hard because it’s all so comical 
  • People are crashing into each other 
  • Others shoved out of the way because “I saw it first!!1!1!!1”
  • Someone’s gonna die if this doesn’t end soon 
  • Things finally start to calm down 
  • And it’s just down to the last few eggs that are the hardest to find 
  • Everyone’s looking 
  • Everyone. 
  • Even the two that hid them
  • They had counted before hiding them 
  • They knew how many there were supposed to be
  • And some were missing 
  • The guys get tired of looking after a while 
  • So they do what any other person would do
  • Plastic eggs aren’t good for just hiding 
  • They make excellent things to pelt at your friends 
  • And so starts the great Easter egg battle of 2017 
  • If the neighbors thought they were loud before 
  • Oh no 
  • Now it’s loud 
  • All the hard work of finding and picking up the eggs is gone 
  • They are everywhere now 
  • So when everyone is out of breath
  • And their sides are broken from laughing 
  • And their cheeks hurt because to much smiling 
  • They start to pick up the lil eggs 
  • And of course 
  • A few more than before are missing 
  • Naturally
  • As it goes with every other Easter egg hunt 
  • And the battles that follow them 
  • These eggs will never be found
  • Until one day 
  • When someone is out gardening or something 
  • Three years from now 
  • When they find half of a faded blue plastic egg 
  • And then finally you’ve got all the eggs 
  • Lmao 
  • They would have a blast on Easter okay 
  • All the candy that would get consumed 
  • Tbh it’s be a mess 
  • A beautiful, happy, spring, pastel bunnies, lil yellow chicks, Easter mess 
  • And by far 
  • Everyone’s favorite Easter ever 

anonymous asked:

Hihi, glow in the dark stars anon here, once again ^^. I've noticed you wanted requests so I'm gonna send you one! How about an MC who is very innocent and sweet but as soon as their older brother comes into town, they become a fowl-mouthed memer and is constantly making jokes, and how would the RFA + V + Saeran react to such events. Sorry if it doesn't make sense;; (by the way how was your day? Oh, and keep up the good work my dude !!) <333

hey stars anon!(that’s your nickname now bc i love ya~)  my dude, you are like, my favorite anon?? you come up with great ideas wowie wow!! this is me but with my pals..im an only child;;

my day - well yesterday - was good. busy, but good! i’m finally getting over this weird cold. how was yours? ^^ and thank you, again! (/◔ ◡ ◔)/


zen

  • mc told him their brother was coming to town all excitedly and that they wanted zen to meet him. he agreed. family is important to him! ..yes im still salty about his family¬_¬
  • also this is like, the first time he’s gonna meet mc’s family its time to Impress
  • so they go, and zen really doesn’t know what he’s expecting besides hoping their family likes him 
  • their parents were kind of how he thought - nice and sweet, asking him questions
  • and then their brother came 
  • “mc!” their brother called. he was answered with a hug from them aw sweet not for long, zenny
  • “hey you nerd!” mc started, and then it pretty much went from there 
  • zen wasn’t really surprised at all the inside jokes they had, but there was? so many?? he had never seen mc make this many jokes
  • also did mc just say ‘fuck’? he was pretty sure he never heard them say ‘damn’ and now they upgraded to all this??
  • oh well, their brother liked him 
  • when they left, he got kind of pouty 
  • babeeee do you feel uncomfortable around me?” “what do you mean?”
  • “you don’t curse and joke that much with me, and you can, you know!” 
  • he just wants to have as many inside jokes   

yoosung

  • they were meeting up with mc’s brother for lunch!
  • he wasn’t going to be in town long, but mc was still so excited
  • yoosung thought they looked so cute all excited and now he is too
  • they got to the restaurant first and waited 
  • mc’s brother found them at the table and shook yoosung’s hand before hugging mc
  • “well now you have to tell me everything about your boyfriend, my dear sibling. and if i have to send him back to hell.”
  • *cue a slightly scared yoosung*
  • “i’ll tell you he’s better than that shithead you dated last year.” 
  • *cue a surprised yoosung now*
  • who are you and what have you done to my mc?
  • things continued this way, and they even started laughing at memes together
  • they made one of their brother’s old girlfriend…ok that one was funny
  • after lunch, yoosung kind of observes them for a while 
  • they stumble while walking once and mutter, “oh dang-”
  • mc when your brother accidentally kicked you under the table, you said something much worse 
  • oh well, he’s happy he got to see a new side of mc

jaehee

  • their brother dropped by the cafe right after they closed, but of course they let him in
  • jaehee made him a cup and he said it was the best coffee he’s tasted
  • “is your tea this hot too?” he asked
  • she was about to answer seriously, but mc knew better 
  • “it sure as hell is, and i have so many stories to tell you”
  • jaehee’s like: …how did we get from tea to stories
  • and then mc starts telling him about all the shit i apparently put the cafe through stories of customers and stuff
  • it was the same stories mc and her told everyone, but mc added more emphasis and..curse words in this retelling
  • if jaehee could become her question mark emoji, she would right then
  • at one point, mc told her to come sit with them 
  • so she did, sitting next to mc
  • “there’s one last thing I haven’t told you, dear brother.” they say 
  • but before they continue, they kiss jaehee’s cheek. “meet my girlfriend”
  • on the inside, jaehee was yelling because girlfriend!! but also cause she thought he knew– 
  • their brother paused for a minute before whispering, “et tu, brute?” 
  • and that’s how mc and jaehee found out their brother is also gay wow 

jumin

  • he invited their brother to the penthouse
  • he brought out the fancy wine, elizabeth was on her best behavior, things were good
  • and mc’s brother was nice and seemed to like him 
  • so all in all, the evening went well
  • except that jumin spent almost half of the evening being confused
  • because first off, when did mc get such a foul mouth what the he ck 
  • and second, what is a ‘meme’? 
  • “woah, wait. your boyfriend doesn’t know what a meme is, mc? hm…i dunno if i like him”
  • “calm your tits, brother. memes aren’t everything.” are u sure, mc?
  •  jumin is lowkey like ‘how can he calm his tits wtf’
  • anyways, mc’s brother assures that he was kidding and that he actually really likes jumin
  • who’s the real winner now
  • when their brother left, mc went back to being the innocent mc he knew
  • “…my love?” “yes, jumin?” “what just happened?”
  • he’ll get used to it

707 / luciel / saeyoung

  • when they told him their brother was in town, he yelled for a little bit
  • how is this dork gonna impress mc’s family?
  • decides he needs to clean the bunker 
  • amazingly, he does it without vanderwood’s help a miracle
  • almost puts on a suit, but mc stops him
  • when their brother came over, mc’s attitude completely changes
  • and saeyoung just observes them for a while and realizes what he has to do
  • it’s literally just channel the 707 attitude. which he is an expert in doing
  • and now…let the memes begin
  • oh, mc’s brother likes this guy
  • it goes better than expected. they’re practically best friends now 
  • the only thing is, saeyoung doesn’t curse that much
  • so after their brother leaves, he’s like “mc, i didn’t know you had such a potty mouth!” 
  • watch them feign innocence for a bit
  • it doesn’t work, but everyone’s still happy

v / jihyun

  • came over to mc’s apartment to find their brother with them
  • it was a surprise
  • “oh, nice to meet you!”. they all sit and chat
  • v could’ve sworn he heard mc threaten their brother not to make any blind jokes
  • something along the lines of  “make one blind joke and so help me, i will fucking murder you”
  • v feels like he should be scared
  • there are no blind jokes, but there are a lot of memes
  • which he also doesn’t understand that well, but he catches on faster than jumin
  • “mc, I need to teach your boyfriend the art of memes.” 
  • ooh now v is really scared
  • but it goes better than he expected
  • his favorite ones are now the bee movie memes and ‘bees?’
  • he tried it once with the whole rfa around, like jumin asked when the next party date was and he just looked at him and went: “bees?”
  • mc was so proud. jumin felt betrayed. saeyoung lost his shit.
  • they got that on video and when they showed their brother: “mc, marry this man right now”

saeran 

  • they met at mc’s work
  • saeran was picking them up and they ran into mc’s brother
  • “oh! i didn’t know you were back in town!” “yeah. surprise!!”
  • saeran is like lowkey scared at first
  • but then the Truth Is Revealed
  • and now he almost hates himself
  • why is he always stuck with the memers
  • even mc got pulled into this, his one saving grace
  • though he found it kinda hot when they cursed, he just wanted to kiss them
  • heyy bringing back my saeran is ace headcanon haha no smut for you
  • anyways, though saeran doesn’t like memes, he understands them and can joke with mc’s brother
  • mc’s brother likes him
  • when he leaves, saeran is so glad they’re back to the mc he knows more
  • except like, hey, maybe curse more
  • they end up doing so when they figure out they get more kisses that way

One of my favourite AUs to think about is the one where Jyn really is ~30. 

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caerulaen  asked:

i love your s12 spn meta post, i love how you've analysed things and looked through different angles, but i have to admit. sometimes i feel that us fans of the show think more complexly about the characters and scenes than the writers themselves. they've shown continuity errors and character development mistakes time and time again, and the queerbaiting is frustrating as fuck. it doesn't make sense to me that these people are the same ones orchestrating such fantastic plotlines.

(i ran out of space for that previous ask) but again, i sincerely mean no disrespect to you or to the creators of the show. it was just my two cents. i’m sorry if you find it offensive in any way, i definitely did not mean for it to come off as rude! :(

Hi… I didn’t take it as rude, so you’re fine. :P

(I probably wouldn’t have posted it on anon, though, just because I don’t see the show as being fully of continuity errors and character development mistakes, and “queerbaiting” is in the eye of the beholder and seems a harsh statement to level against a writing staff that is comprised of several LGBT writers. Especially when they have been addressing queer characters and issues in serious ways, and absolutely not making them the punchline of a joke or dismissing them. It’s a word I would not throw around so casually.)

***On second thought, after typing ALL of this out, I feel like having spent the whole morning on it, it should be on my blog… I hope that’s okay.

Half the point of my rewatch (which, oops, I’m behind on because TNT showed a ten episode marathon the morning after a new episode aired, and the new episode had to take priority over the old) is to point out how consistent ALL of these things are.

There’s a post I like very much that I just saw again yesterday:

People should probably learn the difference between “plot holes” and “things I didn’t like” or “things the franchise plans to explain in the future” or “things film makers didn’t think they needed to explicitly explain because they thought you had critical thinking skills”

I didn’t reblog it because it’s already somewhere on my blog from ages ago, but especially relevant to s12, because of the way they’re telling the story.

99% of the time what looks on the surface like a “plot hole” is actually an expansion of canon, and yelling PLOT HOLE! or RETCON! just because something seems different means there’s a reason for the difference now.

Like the fact we’ve seen several shapshifters who don’t shed their skin like puddles of goo and can just *poof* into a new form. We’ve had shifters like this since s6 when we learned about the alphas. Truly powerful shifters don’t need to shed to change form.

(on a practical level, it makes the prop department’s job easier because they don’t have to create goo puddles, but also they’re able to use a shifter’s ability to change instantly as a plot point, and have done so several times very effectively. Like in 12.20 when Ketch was torturing “Mary” and punched her, so the shifter took on HIS form. They couldn’t have done that if they hadn’t introduced this more powerful strain of shifter before.)

Technically, everything that’s happened since 4.01 would fit the strictest definition of plot hole, because it had already been established that angels did not exist. And yet… here were angels.

Cas said in the past that angels were now walking the earth for the first time in two thousand years, so the fact he’d been down here in a vessel in 1901 must be a plot hole too… unless you assume that Cas’s previous statement was both specific and hyperbolic (which really isn’t a stretch, angels have always avoided certain truths in order to manipulate us). Angels as a whole hadn’t embarked on a unified mission to earth in the last 2000 years, but we know that Lily’s first encounter with Ishim in 1901 was because SHE SUMMONED HIM. She performed a magical spell that BROUGHT AN ANGEL TO EARTH. And the events of their relationship unfolded to the point she felt compelled to summon yet another angel (Akobel) to protect her from Ishim. Well, suddenly there’s a whole flight of angels coming to kill her, you know? It’s not the sort of story that any of the angels involved would be cheerfully chirping on about.

Point being, if Lily Sunder was capable of summoning an angel, there’s probably been OTHER people over the course of human history who’d tried it too. All of heaven may not have descended like they did in s4, but here and there, angels very well may have been watching over us.

It’s not a plot hole, it’s an expansion of canon. It refines our understanding and reminds us that we don’t know everything about the entire history of that universe.

I think there’s two kinds of people: Those who see something they think is a “mistake” in canon and scream PLOT HOLE! and get upset about it and think the writers are idiots, and then there are those who see that same thing and wonder how does that fit with the information I already have and then try to understand.

Sometimes a plot hole is just a plot hole (like the time travel nonsense in 12.13 that turns into a strange loop of infinitely decreasing returns), but most of the time it’s really really not.

As for characterization “errors”, most of the time they are incredibly purposeful. Like the whole scene at the beginning of 12.15. People are STILL shouting, “Out of character! Dean hates germs! He would NEVER do that!” and therefore MISSED THE ENTIRE POINT OF THAT SCENE.

Which was SAM standing there staring at Dean THINKING THE EXACT SAME THING.

Dean was putting on the performance FOR SAM. He KNEW Sam was lying to him about where the cases were coming from, and Dean’s not a moron. They visit the MoL, and suddenly a few days later Sam’s got a “magic phone app” that finds cases for him? Yeah, Dean wasn’t about to let Sam keep lying to him, and yet Sam was STILL lying to him even after two weeks of hunting, so he kept upping the Disgusting Quota trying to get Sam to break and confess. Because if he just comes out and asks Sam directly, he continues to lie and give him weak excuses. There’s more to it than that, but that’s the basics right there…

The one characterization thing that actually bugs me was the scene in 9.04 where Sam and Dean are watching Game of Thrones with Charlie, and Jensen and Jared DECIDED TO SWAP LINES because they felt that Sam was the one who would read the books, and not Dean… (Robbie Thompson, who wrote the scene, is still grumpy about it, too). Because DEAN DOES READ. And in this scene HE was the one who was supposed to be mirrored to Charlie through their mutual love of this particular brand of nerdery. It sort of wrecks the entire characterization of the episode, in which Dean’s usual “performing Dean” persona was SUPPOSED to fall down in Charlie’s company, and he would casually and comfortably admit he enjoyed reading the epic fantasy series (which, really, we know Dean reads fantasy novels… he’s a huge effing nerd).

Why do you think in 11.04 (also by Robbie Thompson) he wrote the line about Dean knowing that the phrase “god helps those who helps themselves” was from Aesop and not the bible? Because Jensen COULDN’T JUST HAND THAT LINE TO JARED. He HAD to admit he read. Because Performing Dean is one thing, but when he’s not trying to project that facade, he’s brilliant.

So yeah, 99% of it is 100% intentional. It’s our job as viewers to think about why. You can absolutely watch the show as a passive casual viewer (and the most casual viewer wouldn’t even NOTICE the things that get called plot holes or characterization mistakes), or you can see those things that seem not to make sense on the surface and look for the reason they struck you as being slightly wrong. Because if you dig just a little bit deeper, it opens up an entire new level of understanding about the show.

The writing is NEVER going to hand you all of that deeper characterization on a plate. That would make for TERRIBLE writing. All they want is for the characters and the plots to stick with us, so that we DO turn these issues over in our heads, so we DO think critically about them, and hopefully come to some compelling and fascinating conclusions. Or at the very least we’re eager to tune in again the following week to see if our suspicions are confirmed.

This is a hook that writers have been using since writing was a thing. This is how stories are told. Not just in the words, but in the negative spaces. We’re not just supposed to consume stories, but in the very best way, the best stories also consume US. They make us into an active participant in the narrative, and force us to consider the world and characters on our screens as real people.

That’s how all of this works.

Without You//(Shawn Mendes)

The music was loud and soothing to my ears. I had a bottle of hennesy still unopened in my hand as I bumped and talked to the people around us. Amy is by my side along with her boyfriend Brian . I stare as they talk lovingly to each other like no once else matters to them. That was me two months ago but everything changed. I see the guy I have been talking to in the last few weeks standing by the stairs. “Amy I will be right back” I say quickly walking towards the stairs. He sees me right away smiling and coming down the stairs. I shake my head towards him causing he to furrow his eyebrows. I give him a hug as I lead him outside. “Didn’t think you would actually come” I tell him as he lights up a joint. He hands it to me as he takes the first drag. “I didn’t think so either, but remembered you were going to be here and decided why not” I smile as he says this. I know Jack and Shawn had a fall out but we are just friends. That’s what I tell my self we have fooled around a little here and there, for we never have gone all the way. Jack reached out to me after he heard about mine and Shawn’s break up. We stay outside for a little while as the music is turned up louder from the inside. Amy stumbles outside along side Brian and another figure in the shadows. I turn back towards Jack and take his joint causing him to throw me over his shoulder. “Let me down” I say in between laughter as he smacks my backside. We continue before a voice interrupts us. “So you and Jack now, Y/N?” The voice is gentle but behind it you can sense the venom between each  word. Jack puts me down quickly wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I look at Amy seeing her asking me the same question with her eyes. “No Shawn, I wouldn’t date her knowing you still loved her. I will tell you this I kissed her a couple times. I knew she felt guilty about it so talk with her. Y/N I’ll be inside if you need me for anything.” Jack leaves as do Amy and Brian. Shawn looks at me with disappointment. “Don’t you dare look at me like that. Your snapchats are far worse then what I have done. Not 2 hours passed before we done and you were at the club kissing some girl.” I tell him walking past him. “Y/N… I’m sorry with how things ended. I’m just hurt Jack of all people seriously” He takes a deep breath “I love you still, that’s the only reason I came to this party in the first place. Amy has been trying to get us back toge- So was Jack, you and me may have had a fall out but he was always rooting for us also. He has been their to cheer me up while your clubbing with sluts on the weekend. This is why we broke up in the first place.” I interrupt him and tears cascade down my face. Shawn cups my face gently and looks me in the eye before kissing my lips softly. I pull away leaving Shawn frowning before pulling him towards the drive way. “Get in the car Shawn” I tell him as I start the car. He gets in and looks at me before I back up and  drive out of the driveway. He takes hold of  my hand and runs his thumb over the knuckles as we drive to my place. Parking the car I run towards the house,  and Shawn follows close behind his hands on my hips . We enter the house making our way up the stairs and the hallway. He opens my bedroom door pushing me on the bed gently.  I sit up on  my elbows watching as he stares at my body hungrily. “I have miss you so much Y/N” Shawn says as his hands roam my body  caressing my cheekbones. “I  missed this too. But what I miss most of all is having you completely to myself.” I say a tear cascades my face as I confess to Shawn the very thing I have tried to hide from my closet friends.  He wipes the tear away wrapping my leg around his torso. I bring his face down to mine kiss his lips with all the passion I have left inside of me. Shawn responds with a much stronger kiss making whimper as he continues.  His lips start to linger along the surface of my neck sure to leave hickies and love bites along the way. “God.. How I missed kissing your soft skin” Shawn groans as he slides down my body raising my shirt above my head.  He lets out another deep groan seeing as I didn’t have a bra on. Shawn leaves kisses down the valley of my breasts playing  with my nipples trying to get them hard. I let out soft moans as he continues downwards the waist band of my jeans.   I shake him off my body as I stand on my knees. I grab the hem of his shirt off and slowly take it off him . Shawn removes his jeans  and mine before opening a condom wrapper  that was in my night stand. “Shawn please” I whine knowing he doesn't  like it when I whine during sex. He gives me a glare before spreading my legs and adjusting himself between them.  I lift up my hips to encourage him to continue his actions. Shawn presses into my entrance causing a gust of air to leave my lungs. I signal Shawn to take some time before thrusting since I still haven’t gotten used to his size. Shawn starts his thrusts slow before picking up speed at a  pace sure to leave bruises . “Shawn …. Baby I’m so -” I don’t finish my sentence  before a load series of moans left my throat. Shawn’s forehead was  starting to sweat as his pace  stayed  fast but his thrusts were sloppy. Shawn lets out  another series of loud groans as he cums into his condom. I follow soon after  as he rides out our highs. “Shawn , we shouldn’t have done this in the first place.“ I grab my jeans and shirt and start to get dressed. Shawn stands up an d does the same before starting to talk. "So your saying you didn’t feel that same spark in the kiss we hared. The same spark we had since we first kissed. That same spark that has been with for the last three years. Y/N, tell me is that what you are trying to tell me” I stay quiet as Shawn comes steps towards which causes me to take a step making me run into the wall.  “Tell me you don’t love me and didn’t feel anything in the kiss and that amazing sex we just had” He says taking hold of my face. “I can’t because I still love you but - but how do you that we won’t just break up because you think I’m holding you down again Shawn. I  can’t take another heart break from the ,man that I love.” My voice cracks as I look into his eyes. “It won’t happen because it was a mistake telling you  that you just held me down from all the fun. You didn’t do that you did far from that. You made feel secure  and helped me find love something I never thought would happen considering my career . But you saw past that and gave me something to look forward to after being at the studio. I love you, Y/N"  Shawn speaks  and  pulls away heading towards the doors. "Wait” I grab his hand pulling him back towards me. “I love you. If you want we can give us another chance.” Shawn smiles and wraps his arms around my waist breathing me in. I hear him chuckle and whisper  ‘I can’t believe I got my girl back.’ I laugh as I  lift my head to kiss his lips. Being dragged to the party was the best thing that could have happened to me.

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A/N

This was my first Shawn imagine, I hope you enjoy and would love some feedback on this.

~A

kyren  asked:

*Adele voice* Hello... its me...If its not much asking 64 + with triplet!Kylo telling Ben and Matt about his girlfriend's for 10 years (lets say they dated since they were 14 or something) pregnancy. Like, no reader included. Because he barely keeps contact with Han and Leia and doesn't know how to tell them he is going to be a father. Or even more angst ™ he overheard Han saying Kylo shouldn't have children because he isn't mentally stable at some point in the past. Idk, sad and floff. Pls🌸?

*Lionel Richie voice* Hello, is it mee you’re looking for?

Haha, I love this idea so much and thought about it while I was at work so here’s this as a result! It turned out a little longer than usual (its basically a mini fic) but it was worth it. Hope you like it hun :)

Modern AU Triplet Kylo +  “You’re having twins?!”


The memory played in his head repeatedly, as if his subconcious wanted to chastise him in the moment.

Kylo’s shoulders dropped from their stance as he heard that all too familiar gruff voice on the other side of the wall. He was supposed to be leaving for the gym before meeting up with his new girlfriend (Y/N), but after hearing his name he had to listen in. A mistake he already regretted.

“Han, you don’t need to be so rough on him.”

“Well how the hell else is he going to learn? God help the woman that ends up with him, if anyone does.”

“Han, don’t say that. I would only ever hope he finds someone, and gives us grandkids.”

Han scoffed, “The last thing he should do in his life is become a father Leia. There’s not enough stability there.”

His nostrils flared, the words seeming as though they were only spoken yesterday. The wound still felt fresh, in addition to the others he had acquired from what he overheard and witnessed. Now, the words from the past weighed far more heavily on his shoulders as well as his heart.

Seated before him on the couch were his brothers, Matt and Ben, their brows furrowed and attention fully focused on him. It had been months since they had seen him, the last time ending in a heated dispute. Now they were hastily reunited in Matt’s apartment, tense yet relieved to all be together again. Matt cleared his throat as he adjusted the glasses sitting upon the bridge of his nose.

“So what’s this uh, meeting about?”

Kylo twiddled with his thumbs, “I wanted to see you guys again.”

Matt gave him a small smile, happy to hear his typically brooding brother express any form of emotion. 

Ben huffed faintly, “As true as that may be, there’s more to this.”

Kylo looked up at Ben in surprise. Much like Kylo, Ben was blunt, though not in the same fashion.

“What?”

“I know you better than that. You wanted to see us again, but you have other things concering you too.”

Kylo’s lip curled up for a faint moment at that. With a deep breath he ran his hand through his ebony locks, trying to assure he spoke clearly.

“You got me.”

Ben smirked slightly, “Triplet telepathy.”

“Ok. So I came to see you…and I came to tell you the news.”

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anonymous asked:

SPIDERMAN AAAAHH i just saw the movie this brings me so much joy okay peter gets a cough or a cold or something not really that major and mr stark notices but doesn't say anything because he's like 'he'll tell me if he needs something' or whatever then when peter goes to get a drink or the bathroom idk FRIDAY is just like 'Mr Parker has a temperature of .... ' or 'needs urgent medical assistance' or smth

(This is a sweet ass prompt, anon. And I’m all for Tony trying to be a suave dad like “I must test him” and that fails horribly lmao bc Peter is a stubborn shit..here’s some more Spiderman! Also u might notice I’ve incorporated the tom holland meme discretely lol)

When Tony first discovered Peter through that YouTube video, he had seen him as a talent. A potential colleague in the future, a team mate and someone he could help along find their footing. But Tony had never anticipated what had come for him instead.

Instead what Tony found was a kid. A kid who was without a doubt, certainly a talent and special, but he was a kid. He was lost, he had issues, he was a misfit who desperately wanted to be like everyone else and didn’t exactly love himself. Peter had been exposed to the horrors of the world too soon; having lost his Uncle, who had been his father figure quite recently. He had daddy issues, and Tony was no stranger to those. In those eyes Tony saw himself years ago, a boy trying to pave his way through a misguided childhood, and trying to come out of it a man.

Tony had people who had helped him along the way, mentors, friends, the like. And for them, Tony would eternally be grateful. Tony could only hope he could be the same for Peter, because he deserved it. He really was a good kid.

A bond had grown between them, and Tony had grown caring and protective. This had not been his plan at all. He was unprepared, making it up as he went. Tony had no clue what it was like, what it took to become a father figure. Hell, how would he know something he never even had? Even so, he had made it a mission to make sure Peter could have something as close as possible. He knew he would come up short, but damn well Tony would try his hardest despite that.

Tony would try and push communication with Peter. What he recognised in Peter was the struggle to reach out to others, in fear of perhaps rejection or belittlement or the fear he would not be understood. When Peter did rarely reach out, he very much held back. Tony wanted Peter to be more open, so he could achieve this connection with others he longed to have.

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Sunday Brunch

Request: For sequel to The Alleyway Rescue. They’re related.  In this, Credence visits Reader for their weekly Sunday brunch and after the food, finds a way to fully relax via a story.

Word Count: 1,747

Pairing: Credence x Reader

Requested by Anonymous but also tagging @gdmora

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in


The pan clatters onto the oven’s metal rack. Closing the heavy door, you crank the timer and set it aside. Turning away, you flick your wand, sending a pair of dinner dishes dancing onto your small dining table. The bowl of eggs lands in the center of it, right next to a plate of sausage and two cartons of jam.

Keeping one ear toward the door, you pull open the fridge as the timer ticks away. The turnovers’ warm strawberry smell wafts through your apartment, sending you stomach into a growling mess. Better a growling mess than the light, nervous mess it had been before.

The timer dings just as you hear what you’ve been waiting for: four light taps on the door. “Just a minute.” You shout, sliding on an oven mitt and pulling the pan of pastries from their spot on the rack. It crashes on top of the stove where you throw it, shaking the oven mitt from your hand and rushing toward the door.

Feeling silly, you pat your hair down before you click the locks open and pull the door open. “Credence!”

His smile is small, as always, but genuine. “I’m sorry.” He stops, as though he needs to recharge to finish his sentence. “For being late.”

You smile back at him. “It’s okay. You have perfect timing, actually! The turnovers just finished!”

Credence steps in and you shut the door behind him.

“Strawberry?” He questions, glancing around your apartment.

“Of course.” They’re his favorites, as you’d found out five weeks ago at your second weekly Sunday brunch. “You can sit. I’m just going to throw the turnovers on a plate.”

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Stay with me and pretend the world doesn't exist

Josh Dun x reader
Requested: nope
Warnings: none I hope, except for like shitty writing
Words: 1.172

Sum.: Where you are Josh’s best friend but you want to be more and you finally get your chance as he feels self conscious.

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“ I can’t do it, I just I don’t know I feel like I don’t belong in this world. This is not me! ”, his voice was low and drenched with emotion, mostly doubt. “No Josh, you will listen to me! That is not true! You belong there, you deserve this! You have worked so hard for everything and you deserve everything this has brought.”, you moved your arm off of his shoulder and stood up. He looked a little puzzled, as if he thought you would leave; you would never. “Get up, I am going to distract you and show you how great you are. I swear to you with everything I have I won’t stop until you believe me.”

As soon as he sat in the passenger seat of your car he stared out of the window. It appeared as if he was chewing on the inside of his lips, you knew it was a sign of his anxiety. “So what do you want to eat, pizza? Burger? hmh?”, you nudged him with your elbow trying to get his attention back on you. “Oh I…I don’t know. You know what I like I mean…Pizza? Only if you want it.”
“Pizza it is”, you said back with a smile hoping he would smile back.

You sat on the little bench you sat on so many times. The one at the top of this little hill that is behind the old grocery store in your town. It was perfect for viewing the sunset, exactly what you were doing right now. You and Josh talked about aimless things until both of you had finished your food. “ Do you remember the first time I got you up here? ”, you asked, facing Josh again. You remembered it vividly, you had to basically drag him up there because he thought it would be too cold to go outside. That evening in 12th grade you were ready to tell him how you felt, to tell him you loved him. “Yeah, it was so cold”, he interrupted your thoughts. “C'mon it wasn’t that cold, anyway I think the sunset is just as beautiful as then”, you stared straight ahead at the rest of the sun that was left. Casting a golden but also purple hue over the sky you felt a shiver run down your back. “Are you cold?”, surprisingly there seemed to be a hint of concern in his voice instead of mock that you expected. “No, I just thought of a memorie…”, you said shaking your head slightly. “Y/N….why do you still do this? You still hang out with me even if I’m only here every few months and..”, he looked at the ground while playing with his fingers. “Josh”, you sighed before continuing to speak. “I do this because, do you even remember? Last year of high school, on this exact bench, we made a promise we said that we would stay friends no matter what would happen after school. You did your thing, I did mine but I never wanted to forget you! Our friendship, you Josh, you mean so much to me that I never wanted to give it up. And I never, we never did. Both of us were and are busy but this was one thing that helped me through many hard times. Just knowing I could talk to you whenever and I always looked forward to seeing you again.”, you took his hands into yours and brushed over his knuckles with your thumb. “I might have never told you directly but Josh you mean so much to me. You were always there for me, you were the support I needed but you also pushed me to be a better person. I swear to you, without having you Josh I would not be where I am right now and I would certainly be not as content as I am now.”, he stared at you wide-eyed, his mouth opening and closing without a sound coming out. “I just wanna say that I really, really appreciate you!”, your eyes connect with him, hoping he would finally understand the message you were trying to give him. “I can’t believe you! I can’t believe how incredible you are. How…how in this world do I deserve you? How do I deserve you as a best friend! I come here every few months, not talking to you nearly as much as I should and as soon as I am unhappy you are ready to spend time with me and just have a best friend speech ready that anyone could be jealous of”, he removed his hands from yours just to pull you close in a side hug you didn’t expect. Best friend speech, exactly… It sounded aweful to you at this point, why did he not see that you were not planning on being his best friend forever. Stupid you, no stupid Josh, stupid world. After sitting in a hug for a while you speak up: “There is one thing you could do to make this all even” One of his eyebrows rose and he looked at you with a questioned look on his face.
“What?”
“Tell me what you feel?”, but before he could even open his mouth you take his face in your hands and softly press a kiss to his lips. He looks startled for a moment after you pull back, but then his face softens and now he is the one holding your face with his hands. “This is what I feel”, it’s nothing more than a whisper but his lips touching yours was answer enough. Your arms find their way around his neck and you deepen the kiss slightly. The kiss was more than you ever thought it would be. He was so careful, his lips fitting perfectly on yours they moved in a sort of trance. When you finally pulled away you leaned your forehead against his, breathing in heavily you smiled widely. “The night of the promise I brought you out here because I wanted to tell you I loved you. In 12th grade…guess I’m gonna do it now. Josh, I am madly in love with you and I am sick of hiding it”, your breath quickened as you suddenly were unsure of his reaction. You watched him carefully but to your delight his smile widened even further. “Y/N I can’t believe I could have had all of this so many years ago. I loved you too, I still love you”, he pressed a short kiss on your lips before engulfing you in a hug.

When you looked up again it had already become complete night but you didn’t want to leave, because leaving meant leaving Josh, it meant that time was going by faster than it should be. You turned to Josh again, “Stay with me tonight. Stay with me and pretend like the world doesn’t exist”

Ransom pushed into Canon

Where Ransom is pushed into Canon, the exact same place and moment that Canon!Rosinante was about to be killed.

So I did some editing to the format, and I wrote everything that’s from Rosinante’s POV (AKA below the line-break). The lovely Anon wrote the stuff from Ransom’s POV. 

This was great fun, I’m glad you’ve let me add to it.

There is something extremely wrong with the situation happening in front of him.

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hannlace  asked:

How about #20 for Butterfly Bog (in the AU of your choice)? :)

things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear (Art School AU fluff)


Marianne loved her dad.

Marianne squeezed her phone and reminded herself again that she loved her dad and that if she just had patience he would eventually understand that her relationship with Bog was serious. He would understand that his daughter was an adult capable of making informed, rational choices.

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anonymous asked:

What about a Daryl x reader were they were boyfriend and girlfriend before the Apocalypse but they lost each other when it happened but the reader is brought to Alexandra by the kingdom people and she recognizes him but he doesn't recognize her until he pulls her aside later

A/N: This is the last reader prompt I have so feel free to send in more!

Word Count: 1197

Warnings: Fluff and stuff


You were coming to discuss details of eliminating Negan with Alexandria. You’d yet to visit there, having already been to Hill Top several times. You were part of The Kingdom, only for around six months, but you’d proven your loyalty and strength as a fighter and Ezekiel decided to put you on the front line because of it. 

You didn’t mind, it wasn’t like you had anyone you were leaving behind. You didn’t have much family to begin with and you lost your boyfriend the day it all started, unable to trace each other after you left for work that day. 

Your heart hurt every time you thought about him though, he was a survivalist for sure, you just hoped he wasn’t led astray by that brother of his.

Shaking your head of the memories you’d once shared together you focused on the task at hand. Driving through the gates to Alexandria you were greeted by a group of five people. Hopping out of the truck, you rounded to take your place next to Ezekiel as he shook hands with Alexandria’s leader, Rick. 

You took a moment to study the faces of the others, your breath suddenly hitching in your throat as locked on to a man with long dark hair and piercing blue eyes that struck you to your very core.

Daryl.

It was him. It was actually him. 

You wanted to cry. Having to hold back a whimper that caught in the back of your throat. 

He was too absorbed watching the exchange between Ezekiel and Rick to notice you just tucked out of his line of sight. 

The apocalypse had taken it’s toll on him, you could see that. His hair was much longer, darker too, the circles under his eyes were more sunken in, but that was pretty much for the same for everyone nowadays. His muscles strained through his short sleeved shirt, his arms sun kissed and golden. 

Apocalypse or not, he was still the epitome of walking sex. 

His eyes finally snagged yours as both parties broke into a walk, but no recognition seemed to register, his eyes adverting back forward.

You felt a stabbing pain go through your chest, how could he not recognise you? You’d spent two years together before the outbreak, practically inseparable. He was the love of your life, your best friend, you trusted him with everything just as he trusted you. 

You knew you looked different, but not beyond not knowing who you are. Your hair much like his was longer, fading to your natural colour after hair dye was no longer a luxury you could have. You’d lost a fair few pounds too, food being few and far between at times and having to train every day doing wonders for your overall physique. 

You’d try to talk to him, later. There was no way you could go back without talking to him first, you’d spent this whole time, trying to believe he was okay and now here he was in the flesh. So damn close you could reach out and touch him. But something preventing you from doing so, in case he truly had forgotten you, in case he’d moved on and didn’t care for you as you did him.

The whole meeting was lost to you, you weren’t taking in a damn word of what anyone was saying, all you could do was watch Daryl. 

It was well over an hour before he finally spared another glance your way, catching your lingering gaze. You couldn’t find it in yourself to look away, trying to keep control of your breathing as his shocking baby blues bored into yours.

It was like something clicked in him then, his eyes roaming over your hurriedly, his mouth gaping open slightly as he met your watery gaze once again. He knew. 

God you loved him, hadn’t stopped loving him since the day you met him. 

You could see he was restless as he looked away from you, trying to focus on what Rick was saying. His foot was tapping repeatedly and he was gnawing at the side of his thumb impatiently, that motion alone made you smile. Some things never change. 

Finally you were all released from the meeting, leaving it that you’d all meet again in a weeks time to start work on the plans. You were forced to file out with Ezekiel, your eyes desperately searching for Daryl as you were led back towards the truck. 

You gasped as a hand grabbed your wrist, Daryl calling to Ezekiel that you’d be over in a minute, dragging you off towards a narrow gap in between two of the houses. 

Your heart was thundering in your chest as his hand around your wrist, trying to contain your emotions until you had at least some kind of privacy.

The moment he pressed your back against the brick wall, he tilted your chin up to face him, eyes searching out yours silently before crashing his mouth against yours. 

You smiled into the kiss, a single tear slipping free as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, your own arms snaking around his neck, locking him to you like your life depended on it. Fuck, you’d missed him so damn much. He pouring every ounce of emotion into the kiss, a familiar tongue sought out yours, caressing together in a languid dance.

“Shit,” he breathed as you pulled away for breath. “Y/N?”

You nodded as he cupped your face in his rough calloused hands, peppering your face with light kisses before kissing you fully on the lips again.

“I thought ya were gone,” Daryl almost sobbed, clutching you against your chest.

“I thought you forgot about me,” you murmured into his chest, tears now falling freely. 

“Never,” he said quickly, “I could never forget ya sweetheart.” 

You took in a deep breath, his smell still so similar to how it was before. A mixture of pine, gasoline and smoke. 

You revelled in the warmth that he always seemed to emit, burrowing into him as much as your body would allow.

He felt you shaking beneath him, cradling the back of your hair gently, murmuring softly into your ear.

“It’s okay darlin’, I ain’t lettin’ ya go ever ‘gain,” he promised pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“Daryl?” Rick’s voice suddenly came somewhat hesitantly.

“Yeah,” Daryl grunted, not appreciating the intrusion. 

“Um, Ezekiel wants to head out,” he said slowly, glancing between the intimate pair. 

Daryl nodded, “let him head out then, she ain’t goin’ no where.” 

“Daryl-” you tried to protest.

“Hell no,” Daryl almost growled, “I jus’ got ya back, I…I can’t lose ya again.”

You smiled kissing the side of his jaw, laying your head against his chest again. “Okay.”

Rick tried to fight off a grin as Daryl glared at him letting him know the conversation was over.

“I’ll explain the situation,” Rick said, backing away. “Welcome to Alexandria, Y/N.”

You smiled at Rick, your smile turning into a grin when you angled your head up to Daryl. You had something to fight for again and you going to make damn sure you weren’t going to lose him. 

How Things Changed

A year since we were graced with the lovely game that is Asagao Academy, I can hardly believe it to be honest. One of the greatest thing this game did for me was kick my ass back into writing so…I thought I’d appropriately celebrate by writing a fic. Enjoy.

It’d been a whole year.

Well, okay. Almost a year. It’d be a year in a couple of days. Hana would be pretty screwed if it actually had been a year since she’d starting going to Asagao, seeing as of now she was currently in Amaririsu grabbing last minute supplies rather than on the train to the school.

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