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I know I usually have a cute piece of art to put up here but my hubby is already hard at work for that and it will take some time, but I just couldn’t wait to thank you all! You all bring me such great joy and I hope that I bring some sort of happiness to your lives in whatever small way that I can. 

So now is the time for some shoutouts to the peeps on here that help make my world spin, friends and creators alike!

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anonymous asked:

I saw your post about Hermione and Lupin being one dimensional and the fight me part under Hermione and I personally agree with you but some of my friends don't so I was wondering if you could elaborate on that. Thanks!

one dimension reason for Hermione: ambitious perfect girl who Ron didn’t deserve 

my personal thoughts

Again, too many bottled up feelings because I usually don’t write lightning era. This turned out to be a small Romione rant, yet again no one asked for.

  1. The people who think Ron is just a stupid tag alone are usually (USUALLY) the people who got into the fandom through the movies. (Yes, I said it. No you may not attack me, this is a thing) Ron in the books is a complete different character than the Ron in the movies. I love Rupert Grint to pieces and I’m not saying this had anything to do with it but (here comes the big reveal), the script writers gave many of Ron’s wonderful parts to Hermione for Merlin knows why. This creates the illusion that Ron was the tag along and Hermione was this genius, perfect girl that should have ended up with the protagonist rather than the best friend. (There are people who think like this but I’m too busy admiring the wonderful friendship Harry and Hermione have to even catch anything indicating a romantic relationship between them, sorry not sorry)
  2. If Hermione’s stand out quality was her ambition, you know which house she would have been in because my loves, in Slytherin we don’t play games. However Hermione valued friendship and bravery. In her first year, she was a bit too extra because she didn’t know anything and she wanted to be the best in a place she was an outsider. (aka Muggleborn) 
  3. Okay back to the books vs movies thing. Hermione had a passion for Elf rights. She had SPEW and she worked so hard for it, yes blindly and in my opinion sometimes stupidly, but she had other passions than just school work. AAAND the reason she finally kissed Ron was because Ron wanted to warn the house elves in the kitchens during the Hogwarts Battle before the war broke out. Now tell me if you still think he doesn’t deserve Hermione.
  4. Hermione is not just some girl with good grades and brains, she has passions, she puts her friends and other people first. She can tell the difference between the good and the right thing to do, she takes responsibilities to help people. She makes mistakes. I know her mistakes aren’t as clear as other characters are but yet again painting her perfect and making Ron to be this miserable side kick is not the right way to go because it is not how they are introduced to as at all. AT ALL. 

I know we don’t like abiding by canon (heeeelllloooo I ship Wolfstar) but I don’t take away the personalities given to them by Rowling, I just add to them but never take away from them or add something that would completely obliterate a certain trait they have. What I’m trying to say is, I know canon can be boring but I feel like following what’s canon for the characters personalities makes fanfictions better, this is a PERSONAL OPINION. I say this because I have been praised several times about how my characters were on point, I am not saying this to brag, I am saying this to prove a point and that point is generally readers like characters that are consistent in different fanfics, because we are creating scenarios about characters on hand and not characters with scenarios on hand. I hope this makes sense.

anonymous asked:

Could you write an imagine where you (the reader) is belle and Adams daughter and she was kidnapped not long after she was born and years later (when she is like 15 or 16) they somehow find her or something I don't really mind how it ends as long as it isn't sad😂 I would really appreciate it and if you don't that's fine😁

Pairing: Belle x Adam + Daugher!Reader
Fandom: Disney ; Beauty and the Beast (2017)
Warnings: a bad family situation 

A/N: omg I loved this prompt so so so much!!!!! it’s fantastic and kinda reminded me a bit of tangled so the beginning is very tangled-y lol. I hope you enjoyed this! <3 (also, since I didn’t know how to tag it, I’ll add general lists to my fandoms page, where all the prompts go in which the reader isn’t shipped with anyone!)


A child is the most precious thing a person can have.

Belle never understood the feeling, until she held you in her arms.

This little bundle of joy, with your beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes, looking up to your parents and then flashing them a toothless smile.

Belle and Adam swore that this was the happiest moment of their lives.

And then, that moment ended.

It was about four weeks later, when Adam got up in the morning to check on you only to find your crib empty.

They searched and searched but couldn’t find you. Not in the castle, not in the gardens, not in the village.

Today would’ve been your 16th birthday and they still had no idea how you vanished. They didn’t even know if you were still alive.

Something changed back then.

The happiness they had only just found all those years ago disappeared once more and everyone knew that it wouldn’t come back this time. Both of the parents too heartbroken over the loss of their daughter.

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Warm Me Up Pt 18

From now on I’m just going to link the first chapter for those who want to start the story and the chapter before the update for those who want to refresh their memory. Also, the end of every chapter should have a link to the next. :)

Also, I was listening to Little Things by One Direction and Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol on repeat for this one. I think I’ll mention the songs that inspire each chapter at the beginning :)

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It was the first time he’d be celebrating Valentine’s Day. It was the first time he wasn’t dreading it completely. It was the first time he didn’t have plans to simply horde food in his room and watch Netflix from the moment he got home until the day was over.

It was the first time he was in a relationship and wouldn’t feel so lonely. If anything he felt excited when the red and pink decorations started going up in the stores.

Though it made him a little nervous that the fourteenth was two days away and Nico hadn’t mentioned any special date or event. Will had learned by now that Nico was someone who had to be asked direct questions in order for him to have an answer.  

So while they ate at the dining hall for lunch, Will nudged him for his attention. “Hey, are we… doing anything for Valentine’s Day?”

The fork slipped from Nico’s hand and clattered to his plate as his eyes widened and his face went blank. “Oh fuck, that’s a thing,” he breathed. “Shit.” Will raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “I… I’m used to ignoring Valentine’s Day, it honestly completely slipped my mind that it’s a thing couples do. Oh man, please don’t be mad.”

Will laughed and shook his head as he put the fork back in Nico’s hands. “Relax,” he said. “I was just asking. I thought it’d be fun to do something like other couples do.”

“Of course. Anything. What do you want to do?” Will shrugged and kept eating. “Well, we can go all out- tuxes, fancy dinner, candles, and stuff. Or we can keep it small- a picnic, pj’s, movies.” He took his hand and held it, a small smile on his face. “Anything you want.”

Will smiled and ran his hand through his mess of hair. “Sounds like a plan,” he said. “It’s the first time I’d celebrate it, you know with a boyfriend, not just… a group of distant friends or something.” He chuckled and felt his cheeks redden as he spoke because Nico was getting that look on his face.

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Braxiatel conducted his first overtures two days after Narvin sabotaged Project Alpha. Narvin hadn’t considered it sabotage—sabotage typically meant one party gaining an advantage, getting the upper hand, being in competition. No, no, Narvin hadn’t considered shutting the project down sabotage—he’d considered it good judgement. Glower hadn’t shared that opinion.

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anonymous asked:

Hi I stumbled across your blog and i honestly love it! i was wondering if you can do head cannons on how Kakashi would be with a s/o who's a little bit younger than him both nsfw and sfw (: you're an amazing writer, keep up the good work!

Ok so these aren’t headcanons buuuut I hope this is okay, if not just message me again and I’ll do it again bc I don’t feel like much would really be different with a younger S/O? Ok so, this is another one of those weird hc/scenario hybrids bc I’m indecisive and this idea popped in my head, so I was like “Well shit, better get it in a document before I forget it,” bc that’s how I live. Also, I was kinda inspired bc yesterday a dude tried to ask me out to drinks, thinking I was 23-24, and I had to tell him that I was barely 19, and that apparently just broke his brain…

Originally posted by weirdlyadorbs

  • Making his way down the hallway of his apartment complex, Kakashi took a quick glance out one of the passing windows, making a mental note of the fallen night that proved it was closer to midnight than he would have wished it to be. He had only just resurfaced into the planet after spending what felt like hours trying to sort through the various files and strategies of the ANBU, so needless to say, he was more than ready to return home.
  • He made it down to the last apartment on the floor, and went to reach for the doorknob, already knowing that it was unlocked bc you had a terrible habit of never locking anything.
    • he could hear the excuses now. “I’ve been an ANBU captain for years, what villager in their right mind would fight me?” Kakashi replayed that common laughter in his head as he opened the door to his home and looked over to you who was laying on the couch while scrolling through her phone.
  • Tilting your head back a bit so that you could see him as he walked through the door, you greeted him with a small laugh, “So you finally escaped?” you asked, a smirk painted across your lips. “I was starting to think that I didn’t have a boyfriend anymore.” you continued to tease as you stood to welcome him back home.
  • Taking his forehead protector off, he just shrugged, “We just gave up on sorting it all for tonight, left it for next week. There was too much in there for two people to deal with in one night.” he explained as you finally reached him and hugged onto him
  • “Aw, sorry.” you offered with a quick kiss. “If it makes you feel any better, I have review to all the new files with Tsunade tomorrow during the day and then I have to weed through all of the potential ANBU files tomorrow night.” you pouted a bit.
  • “Or you could always just reject everyone and then you wouldn’t have to sort through any. Then you could just spend the day with me. That would easier,” he offered up with the tiniest bit a sarcasm though there was enough of a serious tone that proved that he wouldn’t judge you if you did in fact do that.
  • You rolled your eyes, “As much as I need to have tomorrow off, I can’t. Tsunade’s orders.” your pout deepend.
  • “Give her a bottle of sake, she’ll change her mind.”
  • A small smile came upon your lips as you tried to hide your laugh, “Kakashi, you can’t talk about the Hokage like that, especially Tsunade. She’ll probably throw that bottle at you…”
  • He copied that small smile and shrugged as he guided you further into the house.
  • “But, hey in all seriousness, I have a quick favor to ask you about tomorrow. You think you can help me?” you asked, “Which, I mean, you should, because you love me and I made dinner at 11:37 pm tonight, so that it’d be warm for you. Plus  you think that I’m cute and I’ll do whatever you want and-” you rambled on trying to butter him up.
  • Putting his on your face to get you to stop talking he laughed, “Okay okay, what Y/N?”
  • Regaining your smile, you nodded, “So my little brother is coming to visit from Ame tomorrow, but since Tsunade is making me work all of tomorrow I can’t be here for him. So I was hoping that you could maybe possibly be super awesome and hang out with him until I can get out of that all that. He doesn’t really know anyone here, but I mean he’s a lot like me, so you two should be fine together.”
  • Not thinking that it was a big deal, Kakashi nodded. “Yeah, sure.”
  • “Great!” you cheered. “And if it makes anything any easier, he just turned 21 and isn’t a straight edge like me, so you can totally take him out drinking if that makes it any easier. He’s been doing it since way back when I was still an Ame villager so he can hold it pretty well.” you gave the option. “But I mean, that’s just if you can’t think of anything better to do.”
  • Again, Kakashi nodded, but for a moment, he looked a bit confused. “Wow, I didn’t know there’s that big of an age gap between the two of you.” he remarked.
  • “Huh?” you asked, your confusion equalling his. “What are you talking about? There’s barely two years between me and him.” you corrected.
  • And it was at that moment you that you saw complete shock come across his face. “Wait, you’re only 23..?” he questioned almost as if you had just revealed this huge secret.
  • “Yeah…” you answered, “I thought you knew that…”
  • He just shook his head, still trying to process the fact that you were over 8 years younger than him and he was just learning this now, after knowing you for 6 years.
  • “Wait, wait, wait.” You stopped him for a moment as up put your hands up. “how old did you think I was?” you puzzled, as shocked at it all as he seemed to be.
  • “Like 28 or 29.” he replied. He knew that you were younger than him, but he only thought that it was only by a year, two at the most.
  • Wide eyed you shook your head quickly. “Do I look like I’m in my late twenties!? I know sometimes I have dark circles under my eyes, but…” you trailed off, now slightly self conscious. Taking a deep breath, you just reaffirmed your age. “No, I just turned 23 last month.”
  • “There’s no way…” he muttered as he tried to process it all even though he still struggling to get over the fact that you were so young and he had never known. “So wait, we started dating over two years ago…”
  • You nodded, “Yeah, I was only 20 when we first started dating. I turned 21 like three weeks into us becoming a couple.” you recalled.
  • “How are you only in your early 20’s? You don’t act like it; I thought you were in your early twenties when you first came into the village…”
  • You shrugged, “I was only 16 when I came here. And I mean, I grew up in Ame, you don’t exactly get to act your age when your entire country is in a civil war that’s killing hundreds every day. Plus when I came into Konoha, we were still in a world war and I knew that if I wanted to get anywhere in this village I needed to be more than exceptional, and acting like a 16 year old refugee wasn’t going to cut it so…” you frowned, bringing up the main reason why you acted the way you did.
  • He knew that this didn’t change anything, but God, you were making him feel so old all of a sudden. You weren’t even alive when he became a chunin….
  • And so for a moment he was silent, still trying to get all of this through his head. How did he miss this for so long?
  • Seeing this, you just pouted a bit. “Oh come on, it’s not that big of a deal.” you rolled your eyes. “Besides, guys my age don’t know how to treat me. I don’t have the tolerance to deal with people my age…” you admitted as you latched your arms around his neck.
  • “So wait, back before we were a couple…” he trailed off, now remembering how the two of you were before you actually called yourselves a couple.
  • “You fucked an 18 year old,” you shrugged, getting straight to the point. “You go, Kakashi.”
  • Placing he hands on either side of your face, he took a deep breath, not quite sure what to say.
  • Looking at him with a frown, you shook your head at his overreaction. “Stop, it’s fine. I thought you were hot; it was as big of an accomplishment for me to lay you as it was for you to lay me.” you admitted. “Now, let’s just stop talking about it, because if we keep on going, you’re not going to be able to think anymore.” you smiled before giving him a quick kiss.
  • “Y/N…”
  • “Shh, or I’ll make it so you stop thinking because of something else and not my age.” you smirked.

anonymous asked:

what do u wanna see in season 3 of rick and morty? do u know when its coming out?

In Rick and Morty season 3 I want everybody, individually or not, to stand up to Rick and tell him that his abusive, manipulative, and demeaning behavior of the past is unacceptable, and they want to keep it in the past.

I want them to say all of that, but alongside tell him that they know him completely changing his ways of being overnight is impossible, and that they’re here to help him through the long transition that it’s going to be, as well as with the general trauma he’s endured in life.

I want them to make the distinction that its not the person that needs changing, but the behavior and tendencies of the person.

And I want Rick to not just promise to work on it and then brush them off. I want Rick to actually work on it. I want him to actively observe himself, and his ways of being and treating the people he cares for, and make a conscious effort to reform and change that.

I want Rick to ask for help when he needs it, and not just from Morty. Morty’s a literal child, a little kid, and while I understand he’s closer to Morty then the others, and an adult occasionally depending on a child can be okay, an adult solely depending upon one child isn’t. It’s not a position Morty should be put in, he deserves better. All children do.

I want Beth and Rick stumbling into each other one night at 3AM, so drunk they couldn’t count how many fingers you were holding up if you asked, and I want them to look at each other, look at the bottles in their hands, and silently pledge to make a change.

I want Rick to start going to Beth instead of the bottle every once in a while, and vice-versa, and though it isn’t said explicitly, and it doesn’t happen over night, both of them, together, start taking control back from their alcoholism, and rekindling their relationship.

I want Morty to say “H-hey, Rick. You haven’t called Summer a rude name the entire time you’ve been back! Do you wanna go do something?” And I want Rick to give whatever surface answer he gives, but inside his head feel both shame and happiness.

Shame that he ever called his granddaughter a rude name, and happiness that he doesn’t just know it wasn’t an okay thing to do, he knew that while he was doing it, but that he doesn’t do it anymore.

I want Summer to take notice of how little Morty falls asleep at breakfast now that Rick’s back compared to how often he did when Rick was there before. I want her to wordlessly pass Rick her bowl of Strawberry Smiggles when he realizes that there was none left, and even if he doesn’t understand why, Rick be genuinely touched by it.

I want Rick and Jerry to hit some sort of plateau, even if it isn’t one of respect, per say, but one at least of neutrality. Sure, they’re probably always going to despise the other (especially from Jerry to Rick after he sees the trauma and pain Rick’s abandonment puts his family through), and are always going to throw little barbs at each other, but maybe no longer around Morty. I feel like it probably greatly distresses Morty.

And I want Rick to hit relapses in his behavior adjustment, I want him to be the rude and nasty Rick that we’ve seen him capable of being before, and I want forgiveness to come out of that. Forgiveness and understanding, both of everybody else forgiving Rick, and Rick forgiving himself.

In other topics, I’d also like to see more of Beth and Summer, generally speaking, doing their own thing and having their own sort of adventures, whether individually or together. I’d like to see something really come of Beth and Jerry’s relationship, whether that’s a divorce or some sort of mending. 

I’d like to see Morty’s (context: learning) disability get talked about more! And also some resolution between him and Rick, that he isn’t just a shield for Rick because he’s “as dumb as Rick is smart”. (I’m still upset about that, honestly. Its the type of thing Morty may forgive, but he’ll never ever forget. It’ll always stay with him and haunt him, not matter how much he wishes it wouldn’t.)

I’d like Jerry to get a job! Seriously, going from having a job to not having a job is super depressing, especially if you’re in a long in-between period. I love Jerry, personally, and I want him to be happy. Plus, it’d be hilarious to see what kind of hijinks he gets into while applying for jobs. Imagine him at a local Starbucks. It’d be great.

Basically in Rick and Morty season 3 I want healing and conflict resolution and character development. I want everyone to become more considerate of each other.

I’m not sure, realistically, that any of the above would/could happen, because I’m sure some of it would be scrapped in place of humor, but its still nice to hope. Especially if that hope involves Summer getting a girlfriend. (Give Summer a girlfriend, please!)

DISCLAIMER: I very much appreciate the complexity of all of these characters, especially Rick Sanchez, and am not bashing any of them. As it is with humans in reality, humans in well written fiction, such as Rick and Morty, are flawed and have both pleasant and unpleasant qualities. I made the distinction of Rick’s behavior and tendencies being abusive, manipulative, and demeaning VS Rick himself being those things for a reason. That reason being he is not inherently those things and, despite being 60+, can still work on them.


This little Drarry one-shot is written for the ever-wonderful, ever-amazing @soupy-george!! Happy birthday, love, Merry Christmas, and I do hope you get to enjoy some well deserved time off!! <3 

(Also, also, a massive big thanks goes out to @ash-castle and @chiseplushie for alphaing in a pinch. My friends are fantastic! Thank you so!)

The ceiling was snowing.

Laid out, flat on his back, on the Gryffindor house table in the Great Hall, Harry peered up at the enchanted sky, trying to pinpoint the exact moment the snowflakes stopped falling and disappeared from existence. It was 2:30 am on Christmas day, and he knew he should be in bed. Draco had planned their day out to the very minute, and he wouldn’t be happy if Harry put them behind schedule because he’d slept in. He had, in fact, already gone to bed a couple of hours before, but had gotten up again when sleep just wouldn’t come.

It always seemed to do that at this time of the year.

Harry wasn’t entirely sure why he was choosing to spend his hours of insomnia in the Hogwarts Great Hall. He’d always been fascinated by the enchanted ceiling – enchanted by it, you could say. The room felt even larger when it was empty, and with the lights glowing so very softly on the Christmas trees dotted at irregular intervals around the room, the air felt warm and gentle, giving the illusion of melting the snow that fell high above. The room made him feel accepted, as did the entire school, which had been a very rare event when he was a child.

Hogwarts had always been home to Harry. Now he… well, he guessed he just needed some of the magic the memories of his school years brought with them.

His father had probably laid here. Harry’s lips twitched at the thought, a sigh following the amusement like gloomy, rain-filled stormclouds. That was what his heart felt like at the moment. Heavy with not-quite-sorrow, but something awfully similar, and he stared up at the snowy ceiling, his imagination providing him with scenario after scenario of the Marauders during their years in school. Holidays had to have been a joy for them, hadn’t they?

Merlin, he wished he could have seen some of the pranks they’d pulled…

He’d never really thought about his parents at Christmas when he was at Hogwarts. He’d been too entranced by actually celebrating Christmas to give too much time to the family he’d lost as a baby. He had thought about them, of course, in the back of his mind – especially during first year – but the excitement of presents, and Christmas ham, and treacle tart had outweighed the constantness of missing his parents. That had changed after he’d left school, however, and now this sadness was a yearly tradition. One he didn’t much enjoy.

Thoughts of Remus and Sirius in their dorm, opening presents; thoughts of James and Lily married and decorating a tree, full of hope for the future. The war had shown him the meaning of loss, and seeing the anticipation of the students’ faces as Christmas approached made him crave what he should have had with an absurdly wicked keenness.

Why couldn’t that have been him?

Why did fate have to hand him such a raw deal?

“You’re being ridiculous.”

Craning his head back at the sound of a very familiar drawl, Harry watched his husband stroll down between the tables, heading in his direction. His dressing gown a pure silk, its colour somewhere between blue, green, and grey over a mint-green outfit he’d never admit to being pyjamas, Draco Malfoy looked like he should’ve been strolling the halls of some posh, upper class manor – like the one he’d grown up in – instead of an old stone castle. His pale blond hair was soft and clean, falling into his face in a way that defied the fact that he’d been dead to the world when Harry had gotten out of bed not long before, and his expression was still; calm.


Until you looked into his eyes.

Feeling said eyes focus fully on his face with unnerving intensity, Harry turned back to the snow falling from the ceiling. He didn’t look away when a shoulder pressed against his, nudging him over until there was enough room on the table for two. His breath left him in a rush at the feeling of an ankle hooking around his, a single, soft slipper brushing against the sole of his bare foot. His eyes closed.

The fucking twat always, always, knew how to get to him.

“Missing my family at Christmas is ridiculous?” he asked the man next to him quietly, voice sounding shockingly loud in the vast room. The snow should’ve had a muffling effect. Then again, it wasn’t real snow, so…

Warm fingers laced with his.

“No,” Draco said, the drawl gone now; his camouflage gone. He only ever did that with Harry, lost the mask that he wore constantly in society. It was something that Harry cherished. “Of course not. But mourning a life that never happened is.”

Harry sighed again and opened his eyes, his head turning until he was looking directly at the man he’d been married to for four years. The man who’d willingly moved to Hogsmeade when Harry had become the DADA professor at a school that, in later years, hadn’t held many happy memories for someone whose only choice was to become a Death Eater while still very much a boy. Draco didn’t see Hogwarts the way Harry did. But he’d still moved back into the area, and he still frequented the school when necessary – like now – because it was where Harry was happiest.

Because coming back to his home meant the world to the man Draco loved.

With that thought running through his head, Harry turned completely and shuffled over until he was lined up right against Draco’s side. Their ankles still twined together, he pressed his face into his husband’s chest and brought their intertwined hands up until they were clasped over his heart.

Draco didn’t say anything at Harry’s obvious need for comfort. Instead, all he did was wrap his arm around the other man’s waist and tug him closer.

“Your mother and father wouldn’t want you maudlin at Christmas, you know,” he murmured, still watching the snow, idly trailing his fingers over Harry’s pyjama-clad hip in a gentle caress Harry wasn’t sure he was aware of making. Huffing softly into the cool silk of Draco’s robe and pressing himself tighter, he ignored his husband’s rather indignant splutter when his forever-unruly hair invaded Draco’s mouth.

“I know. Can’t seem to help it.”

Draco spat out the last of his hair and hummed quietly. “Not sleeping isn’t helping. Sleep is more important than watching fake snow at three in the morning.”

Warmth lighting his chest, Harry chuckled and dipped his head to brush his lips over the fine, pale knuckles of the hand holding his. “You’re beginning to sound more and more like Hermione every day.”

He sensed more than saw the sharply arched brow. “Good grief, Potter, what a thing to say. And here I thought you liked me.”

“I do. I love you.” Then, a sigh. “Can’t sleep. Wish I could.”

Draco’s pause was as heavy as the flurry of the snowstorm mirrored in the enchantments blanketing the ceiling. His hand wrapped around Harry’s hip, pressing hard into cotton, but his voice was no different than normal when he spoke next.

Still quiet. Still composed.

Ever Harry’s anchor.

“Then you will come to me,” he said, tone so steady it was almost conversational. “I don’t know why I even have to say this. When you can’t sleep, when you can’t stop thinking, stop missing what never was, you will come to me. That is what I am here for.”

He turned then, until his front was to Harry’s front, sharp grey eyes locked on Harry’s. “You will not have the chance to miss a family that is right here. Understood?”

The words, the truth behind them, spoken by the man that he adored with every fibre of his being, rang like a bell through Harry’s blood. His body curled, heart racing, and Draco let go of his hand to wrap both arms around him, fingers intertwining at his back. How long they stayed like that, Harry wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he felt safe.


“Happy Christmas, Draco,” he mumbled, eyes closed and hands clutching green/blue/grey silk. Draco’s body shifted slightly, his cheek coming to rest on top of Harry’s head.

“Happy Christmas, Harry.”

so i hope you don’t mind that i combined your prompts into one fic! you can consider this pre-accident, or even in an au where the accident never happens hehe. i just want the sad dads to be happy!!!!!!!!

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Hireath - CEO!Daddy!Luke (pt2)

Originally posted by fallenfor5sos

A/n: Hii! Hey! It’s part two! I know it took me quite some time but yeah :3 I hope this is ok, honestly I finished typing it on my phone so please excuse any typos, I’ll go over it tomorrow hopefully. It’s fluffier than the first part, with some cute daddy!luke so yeah, enjoy lovelies!

word count: 3.8 k

plot line: Going through a divorce with ceo!luke is nothing but easy when your son and lingering feelings get in the way.

warning: idk if this counts, but this does discuss divorce, so if that’s triggering for you in any way, please read at your own risk. I just want you safe lovelies!

part 1 here :)


The light shuffles beside Luke stirred him from his sleep, the warmth of the body sleeping next to his replaced with a sudden cold breeze. His arms reached out for the moving body, pulling it back into his embrace.

“Awake already?” he teased, his eyes still closed as he tried to go back to sleep, the familiar warmth sheltering him from the cold air, the soft whispers already lulling him to slumber.

“Yes, so wake up you big koala.” 

Your voice rang through the room, and Luke’s grip tightened around you, his face nuzzling in the crook of your neck. You lifted your hand, tangling your fingers in his blond locks, the action earning a sleepy moan from him. Your fingers danced from the nape of his neck down to his back, tracing over his warm freckled skin, your delicate movements making goosebumps rise to cover his pale skin. Luke loved nothing more than to feel your feather-light touches in the early dawn, your legs still tangled under the sheets, your cold toes slowly nudging his skin.

“mhm so sleepy” he whispered, his voice still hoarse and low. Luke smiled against your skin at the sound of your giggles, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin.

“But I’m not. I want to get up Luke,” You whined, stopping the movement of your hands and attempting to wriggle out of his grasp. Yet, even in his sleepy state, Luke was still able to hold you in place. He nuzzled closer into you, desperately yearning for your loving warm touch. 

“Promise you’ll be here when I wake up,” His words were muffled against your neck, his lips moving against your skin with every spoken word. A content sigh fell from Luke’s lips as your fingers began moving against his skin again, your breath fanning over his forehead as you peppered the patch of skin with small kisses.

“I promise”

But as The alarm clock broke Luke out of his blissful slumber half an hour later, the cold sheets were a painful reminder that once more he was waking up alone.

It wasn’t the first time his mind crafted memories of you in his sleep, the thought of you invading his dreams and reminding him everytime he woke up that none of it was real. 

He sat up, still wrapped up in the sheets, his eyes taking in his surroundings. The vast room still looked the same way it did weeks ago; cold, lifeless, half empty. The memories of you lived in each and every single little thing thrown around in the house, Jace’s touch still lingering in every corner. His hands moved to rub his face as flashbacks of his previous reverie flooded his mind. 

He didn’t know why his mind insisted on turturing him with ephemeral moments he so desperately wished to be true. No doubt in mind, Luke would give up anything to wake up in your loving embrace one more day. But for the moment, he would have to suffise with momentary make-believes his mind set up for him.

Luke shuffled into the bathroom, sweatpants hanging from his hips as he sleepily rubbed his eyes. Jumping into the shower, he hoped it would somehow take his mind off of it. But even the biting freezing water couldn’t wash off the memory of your lingering touch. 

He had to remind himself that none of the promises were truly spoken by you; you didn’t promise him to still be in his arms when he woke up and it wasn’t truly you that lovingly kissed him as he sought shelter in your embrace. Luke felt thankful that it was a Sunday, knowing that he was most likely unable to concentrate on his work the way he should; not when regret kept snaking its way to his heart.

What Luke hadn’t expected however, was to find his phone ringing as he walked out of the shower, your picture flashing on the screen. His stomach dropped the minute he read your name, a thousand thoughts racing in his mind. Why would you be calling him? With shaky hands, Luke answered his phone, bringing it against his ear as he ran a hand through his still wet hair.

“Hi -Hey!” Your voice shakily rang through his phone speakers, your breath fast and erratic as you waited for a response. 

“h-hey” Luke replied, his heart beating against his ribcage. The mixture of your voice with his previous dreams was making his mind fuzz.

“I’m so sorry for the short notice, but are you free for the day?” Bullshit. You knew he never worked on Sundays. But previously, Sundays had been his family days, and you didn’t want to assume that they were still free. Although you certainly didn’t want to think about the possible things he might’ve filled his day with.

“Y-yeah, what’s wrong?” Luke’s eyebrows furrowed as he noted how your breath was still rigid, as if you were running. He quickly moved around in his room, grabbing his clothes and putting them on as fast as he could muster. He didn’t want to think about the worst scenarios, but there was no stopping his mind.

“I need you to take care of Jace for the day. I have this huge gala, and I can’t find any sitter for Jace. I know it’s a short notice bu-“

“Of course! Come drop him off.” Luke stopped you midsentence, his answer obvious from the first syllable you spoke. 

“Thank god!” you breathed, “Because I’m right outside.”

Luke ran out of the room, his long legs climbing down the stairs rapidly to the front door. Just as you had told him, he found you waiting right outside the house with Jace cuddled up in your arms. 

Luke stared at you in awe for a second too long, before he broke out of his trance to allow you to walk in. You walked into the living room, carefully laying Jace down on the couch and grabbing a blanket to cover him up. You turned around, smiling shyly at Luke. You set down the packed bag you brought.

“He’s still sleeping so he won’t be much of a hassle. I’ve got his snacks and toys and extra clothes in here. I’ll probably be back by lunch, but if you need anything you can just call me.” You nervously explained, your eyes glancing back to the sleeping boy as you tried to remember if you had everything packed right.

“I know that the custody hours aren’t set yet, so I really appreciate-“ You couldn’t finish your sentence as Luke had already stopped you with a shake of his head.

“It’s perfectly fine. Jace’s my boy just as much as he is yours, and I love taking care of him just the same.” 

He couldn’t take you talking about the divorce or any subject surrounding it. He knew that once the papers were fully signed, you would both have shared custody over Jace. Until then, you would normally take turns or agree on some days of the week. Luke often wondered just how long he could postpone the signing he dreaded so much.

“Alright, I’m off then. I’ll call you during the day.” You checked your clock once more, deciding that you needed to get going so as not to be late. Luke walked you back to the door, releasing a breath once you were out of sight. “What the fuck am I doing?” He whispered against the wooden door, his forehead lightly bumping against the hard surface as his eyes closed shut. 

He was truly a goner, and he had no idea how to fix the mess he was stuck in.

No longer than twenty minutes after, loud screams filled the house, following Luke to the kitchen. “Daddy! Daddy!” Jace sang as he hugged his father’s legs tightly, his giggles becoming louder when Luke playfully wiggled his legs. 

“Am I staying with you today, daddy?” Jace asked excitedly, raising his head up to look at his father, his limbs trapping Luke’s legs still. “Yup, so what do you say we have some fun time? Yeah?”

Traditionally, Luke’s and Jace’s fun time consisted of the two boys stripping to their underwear all day, watching ridiculous movies and singing around the house. And so, they immediately jumped into it, Jace already running around as he sang loudly. 

The next few hours passed by quickly; Luke had indeed missed just how fun and bright his days became when his little sunshine tagged along. He hadn’t smiled from the buttom of his heart in quite a while; but as he fondly watched the toddler strike a pose and sing like the little performer he was, he couldn’t fight the huge grin that mirrored the total happiness that filled his heart.

But as lunch time rolled by, and the two boys were at the kitchen trying to wrap up something, Luke felt worried with each passing second that you didn’t call. He had attempted to call you several times, until he had to force himself to stop. He tried to focus on Jace and shut out his anxious thoughts, but he knew that until you called he’d have no rest. 

And when you eventually did, he was swift to pick up his phone, answering it hurriedly. “(y/n)! Are you alright?” He breathed out quickly, not even bothering to mask the concern that filled his voice.

“Hey Luke, I’m so sorry, but I can’t come yet. One of my co-workers didn’t come and I have to cover up for her, do you mind keeping Jace until I get out? It might be quite late.” You rushed out the words as soon as you heard his voice, trying to shout over the buzzing noise.

“Of course, see you then.”  And take care of yourself; Luke wanted to add. But he bit his tongue, the way he did everytime you were around.

Although, Luke was rather ecstatic with the news, Jace loving it just as well. For the rest of their day, the boys agreed on making some snacks to binge on while watching a movie. Of course, no real cooking could ever occur between the –severely talented- chefs, and the snacks turned into quite the messy food fight. And so, they settled on watching Big Hero 6 –Luke’s pick, their clothes still stained with flour and cocoa powder. 

But when Luke caught his little one slowly drifting to sleep, he playfully pinched his chubby cheek to gain his attention. “How about we get you cleaned up, big guy?”

Luke picked up Jace in his arms, ruffling his hair in an attempt to get rid of the flour. And once the bath tub was bubble-filled, Luke sat at the edge as his hand picked up the warm water and draped it on Jace’s shampooed hair. His fingers ran through the curly locks, filling his hand with water and gently rincing the blonde hair. Luke smiled fondly at the little boy who was nearly falling asleep on the spot, the balmy water relaxing him and making him fight against his tired eyes. 

“Are you falling asleep big guy?” Luke teased, his hand pouring the water on Jace’s back to keep his tempature warm. 

“No daddy, ‘m ok” Jace mumbled sleepily, that being the cue for Luke to get him out of the bath. Luke walked into Jace’s room, the little boy wrapped up in his arms in a white towel. 

It reminded Luke of the first time he had held his baby boy, still bundled in the hospital towels and weighing nothing but a few pounds. Staring lovingly at the sleeping boy, Luke never thought it was possible to love that much.

Once Jace was dressed up and put to bed, Luke returned into the kitchen. He needed to clean up the mess as he was sure he’d regret not doing it the morning after. He began thinking about what it would be like if hadn’t messed up the way he did –dangerous subject to think about late at night, he knew. But the possibilities of having every day of his week filled with the joyful feeling that consumed him throughout the day kept him thinking.

Halfway through the cleaning, Luke was stopped by the ringing bell. Knowing that it would be no one other than you, he dried off his hands before he moved to open the door. Despite the smile you shot his way, Luke could immediately notice the fatigue staining your face.

“Hey, sorry I’m late.” You offered, walking in as Luke opened the door further for you. 

“It’s fine” Luke shrugged, “Why don’t you sit down? Jace’s already sleeping and you look really tired,” he carefully added, sighing in relief when you accepted his offer with head nod. 

Only, when Luke came back minutes later, wanting to propose for Jace to just stay the night since it was getting late and he didn’t want to wake him up, he was surprised to find you curled up on the couch. Carefully, Luke sat at the edge of the couch, his hand reaching out to stir you. 

“(Y/n)” he whispered, his thumb tucking the stray hairs from your forehead. The only reaction he got from you was a sleepy groan, your lips pouting as you curled up even more. With a chuckle, Luke reached out for the spare blanket, pulling it over your body and moving to take your shoes off. He truly didn’t have the heart to wake you up; knowing about your eventful day, and quite frankly the thought of having you sleep over was very comforting.

“Daddy?” Jace sleepily mumbled, his feet paddling against the floor as he walked closer. 

“What’s wrong buddy, no sleep?” Luke mumbled, picking up his son and walking towards the kitchen, mindful to keep his voice low to not wake you up.

Luke set Jace up on the counter, the little boy pouting at his lack of sleep. “Tell you what? How about daddy makes you his super special hot chocolate, yeah?” Luke smiled down at Jace, ruffling his hair once the boy agreed. And with that, Luke turned around to start making the beverage.

“Daddy,” Jace suddenly spoke up, Luke humming in response, his back still facing the boy. “Daddy, I really miss you. Do you miss us too?” Jace innocently asked, his feet dangling from the high counter. 

For a four year old, Jace was definitely unaware of the weight of his words; oblivious to how his father’s posture stiffened, and how his heartbeat increased until he thought he’d faint. Carefully turning around, he tried to find the right words to approach the toddler, his teeth anxiously nibbling on his bottom lip.

“Listen to me bud, daddy loves you and mommy so very much, yeah? And I do miss you and mommy a lot, okay? You’re my everything, little man.” Luke sealed his words with a forehead kiss, his hand rubbing Jace’s back. He feared -more than anything- that his baby boy would doubt his love for him, because Luke had no doubt in his mind that he’d move mountains and chase clouds for his son.

The sound of boiling broke the father-son moment, Luke rushing towards the stove but not in time to stop the hot milk from spilling all over. 

“Silly daddy!” Jace giggled at his father’s clumsiness, Luke following him and breaking into laughter. 

“Shh, keep it down lil monkey, mommy’s sleeping.” Luke warned once the sound became loud enough to be heard from the living room, Jace putting his little finger on his lips and mirroring his father’s movements.

“There you go, bug.” Luke smiled proudly as he handed Jace his mug filled with his famous hot choco. Yet, even before he took a sip, Jace frowned at his father.

 “It’s hot, daddy, I need a straw.” He mumbled as if it were the most obvious thing on earth. Shaking his head, Luke reached out for the drawer in which he kept all the ‘fun stuff’ as Jace liked to call it. Picking up a purple one, Luke put in inside the warm mug, Jace smiling satisfyingly as he enjoyed his drink.

“Daddy,” Jace started, Luke turning around to face the boy. Undoubtedly, Jace had called out for him more times than he could count, but he didn’t mind not one bit. If anything, he loved it. 

“What’s up little man?” Luke responded, dropping the cloth he was using the wipe off the messy counter from his hand. 

“Can I sleep with you tonight? I miss sleeping with you.” Jace pouted, his eyes hopeful. Smiling fondly at the toddler, Luke picked him off of the counter, Jace instantly cuddling his chest, “Let’s go sleep then, yeah?”

Once the two boys were settled and ready to sleep, Luke reached out to turn the lamp off, but Jace was quick to stop him. “Can we keep it on? Just for tonight.” Luke responded to his request with an ‘of course’, his arms reaching out to pull the covers over the boy’s body. 

But not even ten minutes later, Jace was already moving around, climbing on Luke’s torso as his head nuzzled into his neck. A content sigh left the toddler’s lips as he finally got comfortable enough to sleep, the warmth provided by his daddy’s body as well as the hummed lullabies he was singing, pulled him into a deep slumber.

It was easily the best sleep Luke had gotten in the longest while, and when the alarm went off he nearly jumped out of the best. And even though he had managed to hit the snooze button in time, Jace was already stirring in his sleep. Once he was well aware of his surroundings, he excitedly jumped on the bed. 

“Morning daddy!” He giggled, jumping into Luke’s open arms. “Morning sunshine,” Luke chuckled, peppering kisses along Jace’s squishy cheeks, adoring how he reacted when his stubble-covered jaw came in contact with his skin.

You stirred around on the couch, smiling at the comfort you felt. You hadn’t had such a good night sleep in quite a while, the makeshift bed you had far from being comfortable, compared to the king size bed you had shared with Luke. Furrowing your brows, you sat up and pushed the covers off of your body, your brows knitting in confusion. 

You couldn’t remember sleeping over at Luke’s, but it wasn’t hard to grasp since you had practically turned into a walking zombie the night before. Getting up from the couch, you made your way towards the all too familiar kitchen, the sound of giggles and off-key singing pulling you in.

Luke was dancing around with Jace taped to his side, the striking resemblance of the two boys undeniable. “I know! I know! We can have eggs and toast! Daddy makes the best eggs in the world!” Jace beamed at Luke, his smile radiating the happiest, warmest vibes. 

“Eggs it is.” Luke concluded with a smile, setting Jace on the counter as he got to work.

You couldn’t help the fond look you wore on your face as you stared at your little family -slightly disfunctional and admittedly facing a rocky road, but a family nonetheless. You knew that a while ago, you had the luxury of waking up to that sight every single morning. Back when everything was still holding together. 

You knew that Luke was trying to dismiss the papers that needed signing, and quite frankly you didn’t really blame him. Maybe you just wanted to believe that there was still some hope; that maybe while the divorce was still not finalized, you could still have a chance to patch up the holes and rebuilt bridges. Although you had to keep in mind that you couldn’t afford being too hopeful, afraid it would do more damage than good.

“Mommy! You’re awake!” Jace sang happily when he noticed you standing in the door way, his words making Luke stop in his tracks. He was painfully aware of the cringe-worthy way he was dancing in, heat rising to his cheeks upon hearing your chuckles. 

“Good morning lil monkey. Good morning Luke.” You greeted your boys, your eyes lingering a little too long on him, shamelessly admiring his morning messy hair and sleepy smile. 

“Morning,” Luke replied in his hoarse -I just woke up- voice, making your breath hitch in your throat, reminding you of how much you had missed all of him. He handed you a mug of hot coffee, familar with your morning habits. You took the beverage with a thankful smile, moving to take a seat on the stool where your plate of breakfast awaited for you.

“Do you like it, momma? Me and daddy made it for you!” Jace jumped closer to you, moving to plant a kiss on your cheek while you took a mouthful of the eggs. 

“Do I like it? I love it!” You smiled warmly at the little boy, your hand caressing his soft cheeks and then moving to bump his nose.

“(Y/n)” Luke called out from the living room, his footsteps approaching until he walked into thd kitchen. He was dressed in his normal attire; one of his many tailored suits, a Rolex watch and his hair smoothed back in contrast to his previously messy locks. It was sadly a Monday, and as much as he would’ve loved to spend the morning with you, he couldn’t dismiss his appointments.

“I have to get going now, lock the door and call me if you need anything, alright?” Luke instructed as he paced around the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. His words were strikingly similar to the ones he used to speak every morning, reminding you of how insistant he was on making you lock the door well, especially when Jace was still very young.

“I’ll see you later big guy,” Luke moved to kiss Jace’s forehead. And before he could even process what he was doing, he moved to kiss your head as well -a habit he was still not letting go of. 

You stood in shock in your place, heat rising to your cheeks, your heart beating loudly in your chest. You knew that Luke hadn’t done it intentionally, but his proximity and the feeling of his soft lips were enough to make your mind race. 

As for Luke, it was only when he was almost out of the vast kitchen that realization hit him, making him stop in his tracks. He turned around with wide eyes, his mouth already trying to form an apology, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment, fearing that his gesture -however unintentional- would’ve made you uncomfortable.

“I’m- I’m sorry-”

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You barely breathed out, cutting him and saving you both from the awkward apology. 

Quite honestly, you didn’t mind it at all. It reminded you just how much you had missed all of him, how you yearned for him warm and attentive touch. 

And if your current situation robbed the two of you of what your heart desired most, then you’d have to suffise with stolen breathless moments if that’s all you could ever have.


kitalene  asked:

Greetings *curtsies* I was just wondering if you could tell me about the publishing process of a book. I am hoping to be an author in future and I was just wondering if you could tell me anything, if you know anything. I'm only asking because I've looked it up and I still don't quite understand it :/

*Curtsies* Hi. So, it’s definitely something I have a better handle on than some simply because I’m in the middle of the process. There’s an explanation of literary agents and how they work here and a step by step process of how to go about getting one here (and there’s even more under the literary agents tag).

But here’s what happens after you’ve signed with an agent, because I don’t think I’ve done a blow-by-blow of that:

  1. Revise. Chances are your agent will have some thoughts about what you need to fix in your manuscript before you submit it to editors. I did three different drafts between querying and submission, but it’ll vary from agent to agent and book to book. 
  2. Submit. This is the part where you sit back and let your agent do the work. Your agent will probably ask if you have any specific imprints or editors you’d like them to look at, and they’ll probably ask for your approval of the final list, but that’s about all you do as the writer once your agent deems your MS worthy of submission. Usually how this works (again, depending on the book, depending on the agent), is that your agent will submit to editors and imprints at the Big Five publishers. If nobody bites, they’ll do a second round of submission with smaller publishers and so on. If they can’t get any interest, then the two of you will put your heads together, revise, and try again. My agent submitted my book to sixteen different editors in the first round and amazingly one of them wanted it so we never had to move past step one. (Your agent may also submit to international publishers once an English-language deal is struck, and the whole process will start again overseas.)
  3. Strike a deal. When an editor’s interested in your manuscript, they’ll talk to the agent first and then ask to talk to the author. I spent ninety minutes on the phone with the lovely lady who is now my editor, talking about what she liked about the book and what kind of revisions she was interested in. Everything she said make perfect sense–there were even a few suggestions she made where I went, “Holy hell, how did I not think of that myself?”–and I had a really great feeling about her. Ordinarily at this point if the editor is still interested after talking to the author (you have to make sure you’re going to get along), s/he and the agent will begin negotiating terms. If more than one editor is interested, the agent negotiates with all of them and the book goes to whoever is offering the better deal. Our situation was a little different because my editor actually pre-empted my book, which means they make an immediate offer on it and you have to close by the end of the business day and withdraw your other submissions; but that’s not something we really need to get into.
  4. Guess what? Revise again. Fixing books is what editors do, and they’re going to have a lot of (good) input about your manuscript. So you as the author will get all their notes, make your changes, and turn them in. Repeat this process until both parties are satisfied and you’re within the deadline specified in your contract. 
  5. Design. These things can happen sort of simultaneously, but once the text is approved, the next step is design. This includes everything from cover art to font usage. As the author you don’t get a whole lot of say in this–you get to provide opinions but the final decision usually rests with the publisher. This is one of those reasons to be sure you have an editor you really like and get along with; they’re your advocate in-house.
  6. Publicity. Art without an audience is pretty pointless. So the next step is marketing. Once all the design is done, paperback ‘galley’ copies will be printed and distributed to readers and reviewers in order to (1) get blurbs and (2) drum up interest. In the meantime, it’s in the author’s best interest to be talking about their book as much as possible both online and off and getting people excited for the release.
  7. BAM. You have a book. Most likely a hardcover, with a paperback to be released a year later. But the work isn’t done–once your book is out there you have to keep promoting it, because as callous as it sounds, sales are important. 

Obviously the whole process isn’t so simple that seven bullet points on Tumblr can really do it justice, but that’s the idea. The last thing I’ll say is this–it’s totally smart to do your research and make sure you understand the process, but don’t jump the gun. Worry about the writing first. You should only start thinking about agents when you’ve written a few novels (not just one) and you have one that you think is really worth a reader’s time, and you’ve done a dozen drafts of it. Writing takes time and rushing it never ends well. Once you’re ready–really ready–you can start doing your research and worrying about query letters. 

Iwaoi Band AU:

(And don’t be surprised when you have to read at least ten hcs before you reach where they start a band.)

  • Iwaizumi finds his father’s old guitar when he’s twelve and falls in love with the string instrument.
  • He learns by himself and is really good at it.
  • Iwaizumi can’t sing while playing at first so Oikawa would sing while Iwa plays.
  • Oikawa has a very beautiful voice (and pitch perfect fortunately.)
  • Oikawa gets the habit of humming ever since.
  • Iwaizumi gets his own guitar in middle school and starts teaching Oikawa to play.
  • Oikawa gets obsessed with it and practises guitar as frequently as he can.
  • Iwaizumi tags along Oikawa’s practices (or more like Oikawa drags Iwaizumi along). Iwa would listens to Oikawa play while he jots down pieces of melody popping in his mind or which Oikawa is humming in a notebook.
  • Iwaizumi finishes his first song and has Oikawa write the lyrics.
  • The song celebrates summer.
  • “And friendship,” declares Oikawa while he recalls the summer spent hiding in the shade of tree in his backyard or the old shrine near their home with his best friend.
  • Iwaizumi has written a few more songs throughout their years in middle school, some duet (since he could sing and play now) and some solo (because while Iwaizumi loves singing with Oikawa, it’s a totally different experience to sing back-up and see Oikawa shine).
  • Iwaizumi starts learning to play bass at the same time.
  • They join pop music club in high school and decide to have their own band in university.
  • They find Matsukawa, who plays piano but wants to do something other than classical music, and Hanamaki, who witnesses them ambushing and convincing Matsukawa to play keyboard and says he want to be the drummer.
  • Oikawa is (unsurprisingly) chosen as the lead singer (“We could use that pretty face to get some attention.” “Didn’t you mean my beautiful voice, Makki?” “…Nah, only your face.”) and Iwaizumi the vice lead singer. 
  • They sing covers. And after Mattsun and Makki find out Iwaizumi writes songs, every member would give suggestion of different topics in turn for Iwa to write their original songs. Oikawa always does the lyrics.
  • They gain popularity pretty fast among campus (ironically because of Oikawa’s face at first.)
  • One day, Oikawa suggests they should try love songs and volunteers to help Iwa writing them.
  • Iwaizumi has always been encouraging Oikawa to give a try at composing, but Oikawa always says that Iwaizumi has expressed all he wanted to in Iwa’s music and there is nothing he needs to add. So it is a pleasant surprise to Iwa that Oikawa finally wants to try. 
  • To Oikawa, love (romantic love) is a genre Iwaizumi rarely touches before and there are just too many feelings Oikawa wants to express. So what’s a better way to express than through the way Iwaizumi always does and understands the most.
  • They end up each writing one. And this time, Iwaizumi insists he writes his own lyrics. 
  • Iwaizumi’s is about secret admiration and Oikawa’s about first love.
  • (Matsukawa and Hanamaki see it right through when they hear the songs and notice that Iwaizumi and Oikawa both avoid using gender-specific pronouns when addressing the unknown third person (like using あの人 or あの方 instead of 彼 or 彼女) in their songs.)
  • (“Well, there you go, pining not dating.” “I am more surprised that we get it before they did.” “Wanna bet when they’d figure it out?” “You’re on.”)
  • The songs are a hit.
  • Oikawa writes two songs after, both about confession but one being positive and the other negative. He sings them to Iwaizumi during their regular private practice time. (It’s a hidden question he’s asking and hopes the other understand.)
  • (The other always does.) 
  • Iwaizumi picks the positive one and suggests to make some changes.
  • Iwaizumi makes the song a duet.


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andtheskywas-all-violet  asked:

Hi! there's a meta going around talking about Cersei and motherhood and such. and it basically says that she is a terrible mother and does not love her children. but at the same time it implies Jaime is a good father lol now it's clear Cersei is not mother of the year. she does love herself and power above all else. but to me it's unfair to say she doesn't love her children just bc she doesn't show maternal love in a way we usually expect.

Hi, love :)

 I have been saying that Cersei is a multifaceted, contradictory, complex, interesting character who happens to be very difficult to understand since the first day I got into this blighted website so I am not gonna repeat it again. Everybody here knows she’s my favourite character in existence and I’ve always defended her I love her more than I love most real people. So now that I’ve stated the obvious let’s begin:

1) Cersei is not a good mother. As far as I know, being a bad mother and loving your children desperately are not mutually exclusive. In fact, it’s more common than it should be. To be honest, I’d not like Cersei to be my mum, if Cersei was a real person I’d want her as far away from me as possible. I’ve already talked about Joffrey and his behaviour and personality and even though I will always say that Cersei is not entirely to blame, she has played her part. She spoiled him, she never tried to stop him, she never wanted to acknowledge the fact that something was wrong with her first born and she tried to compensate Robert’s apathy and downright scorn by loving him too much. That’s a really fucked up combination, if you ask me. 

Tommen is a little boy who is sweet and innocent and totally not ready to rule. She is not particularly understanding, she is harsh and she neglects to give him the support and love he needs. 

2) She loves her children. Cersei wants power and her ambition is huge. She is not the best mother but she loves them and narcissism is not the only reason as some may suggest. She genuinely loves Joffrey despite everything he did and she never was the same person after his death. She is terrified about Tommen’s future, she sees enemies everywhere and she loses it when he starts coughing because she thinks he’s choking. She needed to be with Tommen so much, she was so worried that she performes the walk of atonement. She doesn’t want Myrcella to undergo the same experiences she had to live, she wants her daughter to be with her and not be a part of the game far away from her, she doesn’t want Myrcella to be a brood mare. She doesn’t know how to express it, she is not a perfect mother and she definitely does really fucked up things but she loves her children in her own broken way. Is that enough? Of course not. Love is not enough. 


  • Her father was, indeed, a shitty parent. Cersei doesn’t know how to express her love properly and she strongly believes that respect and fear come in an indivisible pack and we all know Tywin was Not Great™ at giving emotional support. She’s just putting into practice what she learned and please, don’t forget that she considers herself to be Tywin’s true heir so… let’s just put two and two together, shall we? daddy issues are definitely a Lannister trait.
  • Narcissism is KEY. I’ve been saying this for years so this is going to surprise no one but Cersei and Jaime’s relationship is based, in part, on narcissism. They mirror each other, they believe they’re a different gender version of each other and that’s just their fantasy. Cersei loves herself and she loves Jaime because he looks like her. They’re each other’s equals and that’s why they love each other. That’s toxic and fucked up and I LOVE it and it’s not that different when it comes to her children. She considers them extensions of herself and taking into account the role of women in Westeros, she is very much aware of the fact that they’re the only way she has to obtain power for herself. Cersei is not only a mother. She wants power and she has a great ambition. She is the rightful heir and she was robbed of her rights again and again just because she doesn’t have a penis and she’s angry about that and she uses every tool in order to have power. Joffrey was her key to the iron throne and now it’s Tommen’s turn. She wants to rule through them since she’s unable to do it herself thanks to some stupid rules. She’s angry and rightfuly so but still that’s not the best way to be a parent.
  • Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen are Jaime’s children too. She also loves them because of that. She was able to decide over her body, she made a choice and decided who was gonna be the father and she’s proud of that. It’s a huge “fuck you Robert” and you cannot blame her for that. It is also another proof of how much she loves Jaime AND how proud she is of her heritage. They’re 100% Lannister material and that makes her love them even more.
  • SHE IS HURTING. Especially after Joffrey’s death she is not herself anymore. She’s scared and angry and she feels helpless while the prophecy starts to loom over her. She is unhinged and she considers everyone an enemy so that’s why she tries to toughten Tommen up. She remembers Joffrey and she idealizes him and wishes Tommen was a little bit more like him. She really believes that making her son harder and crueller is gonna keep him away from danger, she believes he will be able to defend himself. She truly believes she’s doing the right thing.

She is not perfect. WE KNOW IT. She may not be the best mother out there but she fiercely loves her children. She has many reasons because there are many ways of reading her chapters and all of those reasons can be taken into account simultaneously and everything is a mess because, let’s be real, we’re talking about Cersei Lannister here.I understand why she does what she does but she’s not a good mother and her children are the victims here. Does this mean I don’t like her? Hell, I love her. I see this and I love her. I enjoy this character more than any other but she’s extremely problematic and every single relationship she has is toxic as fuck. I’ve always known that and it doesn’t keep me from loving her so I actually do not see the problem. I do not understand the controversy here. 

And now…

4) Saint Jaime. This won’t take long, I promise.

This is like the story of a divorce. One parent stays with the children and they have to raise them and take care of them and deal with them everyday and fix their messes. They have to make decisions and be worried about the kids every single fucking day of their life because that’s their fucking responsability. They may suck at it but they’re there and they try. They make mistakes but they’re the ones who are there at night when the children catch a cold and they’re running a fever. Meanwhile the other half of the couple is living the dream most of the time and when they sporadically visit the children everything is smiles and sunshine because they only have to put up with the kids for a few hours a month. Eventually, the children decide that the parent who has to yell at them and ground them is not cool at all and they prefer the person who comes once a month and is all patience and joy because pretending for a couple of hours is not that hard.

The cool parent here is Jaime.

The children seem to be a huge part of the fandom.

I hope I’ve made myself clear but in any case I’m gonna try to be clearer: Jaime doesn’t give a flying fuck about parenting. Being nice once doesn’t make you a good dad just the same way that loving your children fiercely doesn’t make you a good mum. 

I was thinking...

With the anniversary of Davy Jones’ death next week, sometimes I think I don’t have as much right to grieve for Davy as many others, for the simple reason that when Davy passed away, I didn’t regard myself as a fan of the Monkees. Yeah, I liked the songs that I knew - the songs that everybody knows - but I wasn’t a fan. What little I knew about them was from my mum briefly telling me about their show and showing me the back of her Monkees records.

Davy had a face that I knew and a name that I recognised. My biggest exposure to him (that I can recall) came just a day or two before he died. BBC2 aired a documentary called I’m In A Boyband!. It’s basically my favourite documentary ever and you should check it out because if you love boybands as much as I do then it’ll be right up your street!! But ANYWAY. This documentary featured chats with boybanders of past and present, from One Direction to Boyzone to Five to the Jackson Five etc. etc., and it also featured Davy Jones and Micky Dolenz. I remember thinking Davy was funny and sassy and I really liked him. I remember being confused - and also surprised - that he was British, because “I thought the Monkees were American??”. But I liked him a lot and thought he was a joker. I remember after that show aired, my sister said she wanted to get The Monkees show on DVD.

So Davy passed away just a couple of days after this. I remember reading it online and was like “no way!”. I remember telling my mum (or my sister might’ve actually?) and my mum was actually really upset. Even my dad was like “oh no, really?”. My mum was only 5 (almost 6) when The Monkees first aired here but I believe she watched re-runs when she was a little older. She had often spoken about how much she loved them (Peter had always been her favourite) when she was a child/young teen, so she was naturally crushed when she learnt that one of them had passed away.

I was sad to hear that Davy had died (especially when I heard about him leaving behind four daughters, one of which is only a year older than me), but I didn’t feel a personal sense of loss because at that point he didn’t play a significant role in my life. I had no idea that less than six months later I would be obsessed with the Monkees. I had no clue at all!

Davy’s death certainly piqued my interest in the band - but only a little. My sister did try to find the show on DVD, but it was always way too expensive on Amazon. I don’t know if the price went up after Davy died or what. But it was July or August when ITV aired a programme called We Love The Monkees that really started my journey into Monkeedom. This documenary was made part in memory of Davy, and I remember watching it with my family. I really liked it and was really intrigued by a band that was also a TV show. After this, my mum had a gander on ebay and found both seasons of The Monkees for a reasonable price. We sat down to watch the first few episodes together and the rest, as they say, WAS HISTORY.

While my mum brought these DVDs as a piece of nostalgia and to show me and my sister what she was into when she was a kidda, she had no idea that we would both fall in love just as hard - maybe even harder! - than she did like 40-odd years before. In the end it was me and my sister who sat up late watching episode after episode *every single night*. And the episodes we loved most we’d watch again before we moved onto the next one because we’re massive nerds, OBVS.

That’s my story of how I got into the Monkees. Everything else sort of followed on from there. But going back to Davy… Everything I learnt about the band, I learnt after Davy had gone. Watching all the documentaries, reading all the books, trawling through hundreds of pages of #the monkees tag picking up any piece of information I could find, listening to all the music I could get my hands on - I didn’t have to deal with the pain of knowing him and loving him and losing him. I have no idea if this is a good thing or not. On the one hand, it would’ve been nice to have been a hardcore fan while all the guys were still with us. It would’ve been nice to dream that some day I’d get to see them all live together (as unlikely as they may have been!). But on the otherhand, I’m glad I didn’t have to hear that he’d gone being the fan that I am today. I’m one of these people that do feel the deaths of ‘celebrities’ quite deeply. Some people find that stupid, but fuck you. I have a heart, SOZ.

So that brings me back to the start of this post; do I have a right to grieve for Davy when I hardly “knew” him when he was alive? I can’t go back and relive my despair and heartache of learning of his loss. I remember it, but it wasn’t that kick in the stomach that it would’ve been had it happened now. I learnt about and grew to love Davy when he was already gone. Does that mean I don’t have as much right to be sad as the people who were fans before he died that he isn’t here anymore?

I’ll always be able to relate to Davy on a different level than I can relate to the other Monkees because A) BRITISH, and B) bitchy (lmao). I always somehow managed to find his bitchiness and bitterness about the other guys more funny than upsetting, but that’s not to say I didn’t find some of the comments he made about the guys to be totally uncalled for and unecessary. Sometimes he crossed the line. There was a definite bitterness within Davy, a cattiness, and sometimes I wonder why that was. I try not to think about it too much because it makes me sad. But you could tell that underneath that was a really nice, good-hearted bloke. And lets be honest, everyone can be - and is - a bitch, it’s just Davy sometimes didn’t filter it. In a way you have to admire his honesty..!

I wish there could’ve been one last hurrah. I wish there could’ve been a final tour with all four of them getting along and having fun. Even if I wasn’t there to see it, or a fan at the time to see it, to know that it had happened would’ve been more than enough for me. Micky spoke about how they were planning to tour - all of them - before Davy died. I’d like to believe this was true, but I’m honestly not so sure. I hope it’s true. The fact that Mike came back so soon after Davy passed suggests maybe it really *was* true. To think that they were at least all talking, communicating, making plans…that’s a really nice thought. It’s heartbreaking that those potential plans didn’t come to light, but to know that they were there in the first place is really comforting. I’ve always been someone who just wants people to get along. When bands I’ve loved have broken up in the past, to me it’s been more of “I hope they’re still best friends/haven’t fallen out.” as opposed to “OH NO I won’t get to see them live again!”. I really hope that when Davy passed away, some of that bitterness from before (especially his bitterness towards Mike) had lifted.

I know things have been said about Davy’s young wife, but I really don’t know a great deal about that - and to be honest, from the little bits and pieces I have heard - I don’t think I want to. What I do know is that he had four daughters who adored him, and he adored them too, and that’s something that can never, ever go away.

Davy was short. Davy didn’t have the best singing voice in the world. Davy didn’t really play any instruments in the Monkees (not consistantly, anyway). Davy was bitchy. But Davy had so much more than all of those things. He had charm. He had charisma. He had the cutest face the world of pop has ever seen. He was the orginal boyband heart-throb. He had a heart of gold. He was generous and kind. He was a great actor. He was funny as hell, both as the character of Davy and the real Davy. He had grade-A dance moves that I’m jealous of. He was a performer. An entertainer. He was the voice of Daydream Believer, one of the most joyful and feel-good pop jams of all time. He was a wonderful father. He loved his horses. You can tell that he was a top bloke. And you can also tell that, despite everything, he loved the Monkees. The Monkees as a whole, and the Monkees as individuals - Micky, Peter and Mike.

I still have no idea if I have much right to grieve for Davy Jones. But what I do know is that I wish he was still here.

anonymous asked:

I asked about Lapis Lazuli bc you post a lot of Jasper and anti lapis and many Jasper fans hate lapis and idk why. People always love one and hate the other I believe, but I'm glad you don't hate Lapis or are a rabid Jasper stan.

Hi Anon! Thank you for clarifying.

First - and some of this may be subjective terminology, I know - I want to get this out of the way:

  1. “rabid” and “stan” are pretty negative and not very helpful terms IMO, so I don’t like using them or seeing them used in general.
    I’m assuming you meant well so no offense taken, but saying “I’m not as bad as others” just sounds like a backhanded compliment at the expense of people I do not even know, and I won’t have that.
  2. I do not post “Anti” content of anything.
    I reblog (and sometimes post) content that is critical. This is not the same thing.

That said:

Yes, I do post a lot more about Jasper than Lapis. I’m currently more interested in Jasper, and follow a lot of Jasper-centric blogs so that happens naturally.
I’d definitely reblog more nice Lapis content if I saw more of it on my dash, just as I would reblog Jasper-critical posts if I saw any good ones!

That’s just the thing though:

Not just on tumblr but everywhere on the web, the majority of opinions and posts about Jasper is negative, and about Lapis is positive.

People may say “But isn’t that to be expected? Since Jasper is an antagonist after all!”
Well, it kinda is, but also isn’t.

I believe that a huge chunk of the audience has the interpretation of these two characters wrong.
I also believe that this is partly intentional, but may have taken a wrong turn in the fandom.

Consider this:

  • - Yes, Jasper was introduced as an antagonist.
  • Actually, so was Lapis, but the difference here is that Steven accepted her as a friend even before that.
  • We are watching the show from Steven’s perspective.
  • Jasper and Lapis roughly match typical “good guy” and “bad guy” visuals.
  • SU is a show that LOVES to subvert tropes and clichés.
  • SU is also a show about love and the creator said there are no classic “villains”.
  • Enemies have been humanized while learning more about how imperfect the heroes are has been an ongoing theme.

All these things considered it just doesn’t make sense to view Jasper and Lapis alone as examples of a black/white morality dichotomy.
However, I think that a lot of the audience has gotten stuck with just that initial impression or just going along with Steven’s judgement.
I may of course be wrong here but I am very convinced that we’re supposed to INITIALLY take these characters at the most basic face value and their initial impression - just like Steven did - and with the plot advancing, to realize that situations and characters are actually way more complicated than that - just like Steven does.

I like the idea of this, but I’m feeling it has fallen flat for many people, at least at the moment.
On one hand, a lot of people probably aren’t expecting this and just not SEEING it. On the other hand, the slow pacing of the show, putting both characters on the backburner for a long time and the added irregular airing schedule by CN don’t help either.

If my interpretation here is correct and we’ll see some more development exploring the complexity of these two (mostly, Steven learning about and accepting it), then I think it was a cool choice, even if it’s a risky one that’s currently irritating to some fans.
If my interpretation is incorrect and the good/evil status quo holds up for just these two characters for some strange reason, I’ll be pretty heavily disappointed.
But for now, I have faith that this won’t happen.

My point is, there are a lot of extreme and plain wrong opinions on Lapis and Jasper out there, lacking a lot of nuance and overexaggerating present flaws and good things, as well as making up completely new ones that don’t make sense in canon. Jasper is often demonized while Lapis is treated as infallible and both depictions are disservices to the characters.

A lot of this is probably due to these two being pitted against each other in canon via Malachite (a scene that came shortly after Jasper’s introduction where her stereotypical villain image was still very fresh) and people having very different takeaways, interpretations and responses to that - many of them extremely personal and that is okay but also a recipe for getting out of hand easily, fueling a lot of heated discussion at best and screaming matches at worst.That’s a likely reason why many people don’t seem to be able to like both characters. This isn’t an universal truth at all though - I know people who really like both Lapis AND Jasper.

I don’t want to support polarized opinions but encourage people to look at things and characters in more nuanced ways, because that’s what I think was the intent and it just makes the characters and story way more compelling and rewarding. I didn’t care much for either character at first but now I’m really eager to learn more about both, along with Steven. That is why I’m here for critical posts, if they’re well thought-out and comply with canon.

I hope this clarified some things for you.
If it didn’t and you want to discuss it further, feel free to send me another message!

anonymous asked:

ahhhhh! “You look really tired.” or "i don't want this" with steve and tony?

Set in AVAC universe. Steve is great with words… sometimes. Just when he’s not trying to tell Tony something important about his own feelings.

“I don’t want this,” Steve says gesturing between the two of them, and Tony feels his heart sink down into his stomach. 

He swallows thickly, his breath sticking in his throat. “What do you not want?”

Steve leans back in his chair and awkwardly crosses his arms over his chest. “We’ve been spending more time together,” he says slowly, “and it’s been great, but I don’t feel right doing this without being honest about how I feel.”

“How you feel about what, Steve?”

Steve uncrosses his arms and starts playing with the little tag at the end of the teabag that is still in his half full mug. He’s being fidgety, so he’s clearly nervous, but he’s obviously trying very hard to maintain eye contact. That means whatever he is trying to say, it’s serious. 

Tony is seriously fighting the urge to bolt right about now. Probably the 

“I don’t want us to be friends,” Steve continues, and yup, that’s it, that’s exactly where Tony thought this was going and he thinks that his heart might stop any second now. 

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A/N: I posted this before but tumblr screwed up so I’m posting it again. 

Description: Phil isn’t sure what they are any more. Then he screws up. 

Word Count: 2K

Their situation is fucked up. Like… well and truly beyond what is normal.

Phil first met Dan four years ago. At the time Dan had a girlfriend. Phil can still remember the disappointment he’d felt at that. Dan was… everything he was attracted to. Smart, funny, sarcastic, quick witted… the fact that he was also very nice to look at didn’t help Phil’s immediate crush at all.

The first year he knew Dan was confusing. There were moments. Many moments between them. And Phil wasn’t sure if he was just projecting the feelings he couldn’t seem to will away on to innocent situations, or if there was actually tension between them.

They were glances amongst conversation when no one else was paying attention. Late nights texting each other well in to early hours of the morning. It was Dan always making sure he was sitting next to Phil and nudging him at every inside joke they had (because in that first year they shared so many jokes between them).

And it could have all been innocent.

But Phil wasn’t sure.

Then, exactly a year after they had met, Dan told him.

‘Emily and I broke up.’

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anonymous asked:

Could I request a scenario (could be mildly smutty ;) I don't mind, ps I'm trash) based on the song Cherry Wine by Hozier. Thanks loves 🌸🌸🌸 I LOVE YOUR BLOG BTW It makes my heart happy. oh and can you tag @sparklypinktrashbag

@sparklypinktrashbag, I’m guessing the anon is a friend of yours :p Also, anonnie, you didn’t specify the member, but since your other request was Namjoon, and this blog you wanted me to tag seems to be Namjoon biased, I’m going with Namjoon! Hope you enjoy!!~
- Devi ,、’`<(❛ヮ❛✿)>,、’`’`,、

[Warning: themes of sex, domestic violence, and substance abuse]

{namjoon’s pov} cherry wine

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boom I’m back with new recs! Let’s gooo

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Outwit, Outplay, Outlast by dancesongsoullookatyourchoices

“Tommo and Harry are gonna do it. I don’t know when, but they’re gonna do it. They’ve got the mattress, the pillows, everything’s in place, and they’re gonna do it. I really wish those two the best of luck.” –Taylor Swift, “Chapera”
Or a Survivor All-Stars AU in which Harry and Louis are just in this game to win the million dollars, but they end up with something better.
Featuring Harry’s yellow swim shorts, Louis in snapbacks, and OT5 shenanigans. (Survivor AU, 60k)

for now (and forever) by decisionsandrevisions

“It’s nice that you want to offer that, but I just can’t do that. First of all, it’s illegal.”
Louis shakes his head vigorously. “No, no. It’s not like one of us is gunning for a visa.”
“Listen to yourself,” Harry laughs, shaking Louis’ shoulders. “Don’t you think it’s a bit weird to con the country you’re supposed to be serving?”

Louis is going into the Army, Harry is going nowhere, and there’s nothing like a little identity fraud between friends. (military, fake/pretend relationship, 83k)

Without the Bitter, the Sweet Isn’t As Sweet by isthislove

A year after One Direction’s fiery break-up, Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles are thrown together as they face the unwanted task of a reunion concert. As their lives become intertwined once again, past wounds and secrets will resurface as they struggle to deal with the unexpected turn of events. (non AU, 46k)

Give Me Truths by iwillpaintasongforlou

‘Just like a little cat,’ Louis thought later, as he drifted off to sleep. 'A little kitten with his claws sunk right into me.’ It isn’t that terrible of a thought, after all.
Louis is a psychology student with a tattoo count as high as his genius IQ. Harry is in a (sort-of) relationship with a homophobic man and hates himself a little more every day. Things fall apart and Louis puts him back together.
Or, the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy. (punk!louis, hurt/comfort, 110k)

Want You More Than A by TheCellarDoor

Falling in love with your step-brother’s best friend is a disaster enough. When he happens to be the boy everyone loves and you’re a nerd who wears sweater vests and cries during rom-coms, it takes it to a whole new level. (nerd!harry, pining, 77k)

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lumiberry  asked:

If you don't like the fandom. Stay out of it. If someone attempted to harm themselves, they choose to do so and I hope they get help. Coming from someone who has attempted suicide, I know for a fact that someone else should never be speaking for that person. You can block people, you can leave the tumblr version of the fandom. You are making a choice to continue being there, you are making the choice to put yourself in view of it and then choosing to be upset. You only can control yourself.

Yeah, no.  For starters, I was never in the fandom to begin with. 

Secondly, the people involved created over 40 different blogs specifically for targeting and harassing this girl over a period of three YEARS.  This is also far from the only thing this particular group of SU fans has done, to the extent that multiple members of the show’s crew have spoken out about it.

Even so, a lot of people are aware that it is not the entire fandom that’s to blame (a fact that I’ve repeatedly stressed myself), but a certain clique that pulls this kind of shit in EVERY fandom that they’re part of.  It’s obviously not a case of “Everyone vs Fandom” when so many members of the fandom itself have expressed their disgust with the situation.  Have you even been in the tag at all??  Hundreds upon hundreds of people are condemning what happened.  Much of the outrage is coming from OTHER FANS.

Lastly, people rarely receive justice when everyone is silent.  If nobody said anything about this, those people would have just gotten away with this shit, and thus learned “It’s okay when I do this to other people”.  That’s telling people that it’s okay to be bullies.  As it stands, at least one of them has since been arrested, though it’s believed that others have as well.

I’m sorry, but the rest of us are NOT going to just sit idly by, and stand for this kind of bullshit.  Those behind it are now learning the hard way that their conduct is unacceptable, and in no way resembles anything akin to “activism” (not to mention that it’s no way to act in the name of something you’re allegedly a fan of).  Another unfortunate circumstance that may result from this is a LACK of more diversified characters in fiction, because LOOK HOW PEOPLE BEHAVE WHEN THERE IS DIVERSITY.  Not exactly making a great argument here, and it’s incredibly disappointing to watch from the sidelines.  It’s literally a case of “This is why we can’t have nice things”:  People become obsessed, over-protective, and have a generally entitled attitude about it, as though it’s somehow their show, and not someone else’s creation.  When I first saw anything to do with SU, I thought “Oh, that’s cool!  They’re all so different from each other, but they’re all considered beautiful!  That’s really positive!”.  Now we have people that send death threats to artists over how THEY’RE interpreting that person’s art, and not because there actually IS anything “offensive” about it.  Cosplayers are supposedly “fatphobic” or “racist” for wanting to cosplay their favorite characters without having the same body type or skin tone (even though the characters are SHAPE-SHIFTING ALIENS, and their skin tones are MOTHERFUCKING EASTER EGG COLORS). 

I mean, fuck–it used to be that we’d tell people to cosplay whatever they wanted regardless of their body.  Ever notice how many Team Fortress 2 cosplayers are female?  Doesn’t matter–they still cosplay these burly mercenaries, and no one really cares.  I also remember when “genderbends” were generally understood as alternate interpretations of a character (there were even several female models made specifically for use in the game–I always liked the fashionable female Spy), and weren’t the subject of screams of “TRANSPHOBIA!”.  The best Sebastian Castellanos I’ve seen was a woman that used makeup to contour her face, and give herself heavy stubble.  Does it matter that this cosplayer isn’t stick-thin like Queen Chrysalis?  No, because she looks fucking awesome.  It’s no one’s fault that they become fond of a character that they aren’t exactly like–that shouldn’t be held against them.  There may be offensive costumes out there, but someone wanting to be Amethyst probably isn’t doing so with any ill intent behind it.  I’m French/Lebanese, but I was Gogo Yubari one Halloween.  I recreated her ball and chain weapon as best I could, including lugging around heavy chain all night.  I won third place in a costume contest for it (right behind the best Jessica Rabbit I’d ever seen, and a very well-done Ash Williams)–you gonna come after me now, too?  Bottom line:  You don’t fucking harass people for expressing their love for something, especially when they never had ANY intent of harming or offending anyone else.  Those that think differently are honestly just entitled brats that think it’s the rest of the world’s job to only create what THEY want to see.

The people doing the bullying deserve to be put under the public spotlight.  They need to know what they’ve done wrong, and people have the right to know who they are.  Nothing is an excuse for such behavior–not your race, gender identity, sexuality, creed, body type–NOTHING.

“When thou acts like a douchebag, thou shalt be treated like a douchebag.”

–Book of Viper, 13:12