i kinda hate this a little but whatever

anonymous asked:

Can I have when it's like in the middle of the night and the Paladin's S/o just gets up from the bed and leaves the room, only to get a cup of water or something and the Paladins wake up only to see that their s/o isn't at their side, freaks out, only to find them in the kitchen with a cup of water in their hands.. Sorry if this is long

Hey it’s mod Enki! This is really super cute so it’s gonna be like a tiny drabble for each! I’m sorry this is so long orz I kinda got carried away. 

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Shiro: 

You woke up with the taste of dried spit and left over whatever you had for dinner. Space goo again? You could have sworn it was something different this past time. Either way, it didn’t leave a good taste in your mouth. With what little light in the room you looked to your side to see Shiro comfortably asleep next to you, his head on your shoulder. Even though you hated to disturb him from his sleep, you needed to get a glass of water. You were a little hot, too, from being so close to him while you slept. With a sigh you gently wiggled your way from out of the covers and out of the bed. As soon as your bare feet hit the cold floor you shivered. Suddenly you weren’t so hot anymore and even debated going back to bed. The grimy taste in your mouth told you otherwise and you headed to the door. 

Once out of the room you flinched at the bright lights in the hallway almost bumping into a few things as your eyes adjusted. Even as you got used to the bright lights, you still stumbled your way to the kitchen like a drunkard. Fumbling with the light switch you managed to light the kitchen. It didn’t take you too long to get a nice refreshing glass of water and you pretty much downed it in one go. 

However, when you turned around to refill your glass you practically jumped three feet in the air as you saw someone out of the corner of your eye. You couldn’t manage to hold on to your glass in your fright and it fell right out of your hands. You fumbled trying to properly catch it until your hands managed to get purchase on the slippery glass. A low chuckle resounded to your side and you almost jumped again. Instead you turned to face the source only to see none other than your loving boyfriend, in the same groggy state as you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said, his voice low and a little scratchy.

“I don’t think startle really covers it.” You replied clearly exasperated. “I would phrase it more like… scared the living shit out of me.” 

He chuckled again putting his hands up in surrender. “Okay okay, I got it. Next time I’ll send you a letter before I enter a room.”

“Oh ha ha…” You mocked sarcastically. “What are you doing up anyways?”

“I woke up and couldn’t feel you next to me and got worried. Sounds a little silly I know.” 

“I see, then I guess the next time I leave the bed I’ll be sending you a letter of warning.” You said quoting his earlier remark. He just shook his head before letting out a yawn. It wasn’t long before you were yawning, too. Setting down the glass you shuffled your way over to him, rubbing your arms for warmth.

“Let’s just go to bed already, I’m cold.” You mumbled. 

“Alright.” Shiro pressed a kiss to your forehead before the two of you headed back to his room for some much needed rest. 

Lance:

It was probably the dead of night when you woke up, annoyed by the boy sleeping beside you. He was practically sprawled out on the bed and kicking you in the side. All the blankets were bunched up onto you and clearly overheating you to the point of being pretty uncomfortable. You angrily shoved the blankets off of you and onto Lance who was dead ass asleep and drooling onto the bed. A sigh forced it’s way out of you and you tried to think of how exactly you were going to get out of the bed with the mess of a boy beside you. You debated just shoving him off the bed entirely so you could just get out easily. Hell, he probably wouldn’t even wake up if you did. 

As tempting as it was, you weren’t that mean. Or you were and you just didn’t have the energy to move his dumb ass. Either way you managed to escape from the bed and exit out into the hallway. You were too god damn hot and needed to get something that could cool you down. The lights of the hallway were probably even more annoying than Lance’s sleeping habits at the moment and you squinted to make sense of your surroundings. 

“Stupid lights…” You mumbled to yourself as you finally made your way to the kitchen. 

You perked up as soon as you got your water and felt the cool liquid slide down your throat. It was so simple yet so refreshing to you. You sighed contently and just stood there for a second, relishing in the peace you had found in the dead of night. That is, before you felt two arms wrap around you and a face bury itself in your neck. 

“Y/n…. Come back to bed. You scared me I thought you were gone.” Lance mumbled. 

“You’re so dumb sometimes… I just needed a glass of water.” You said trying to wiggle out of his grasp. His grip was too solid though and you had no choice but to give up. 

“Y/n…” He mumbled your name again and you couldn’t help but realize how ironic it was. He never wanted to cuddle you in bed but suddenly he was all over you. 

“Well I can’t go back to bed if you keep holding me like this.” You said trying to shove him away. 

He seemed to comply this time and let go, eyes still closed, almost like he was sleep walking. You took him by the hand and led him out of the kitchen and back to bed where you two could hopefully get some more sleep. 

Keith:

When you woke up you were surprisingly comfortable, tangled up in the sheets with Keith and head resting on his chest. You sat there for a second just listening to his heartbeat and steady breathing. Everything seemed just perfect until you realized just how thirsty you were. It was that kind of thirst that you could feel all the way to the back of your throat. It was bothering you more and more every second you sat there just dealing with it. You really didn’t want to get up, it broke your heart to leave your boyfriend as he was probably having one of the most peaceful sleeps he’s had in a while. But man, you were thirsty as hell and there was no way you could go back to sleep now. 

You begrudgingly got out of bed, untangling yourself from the covers and from Keith. He looked so cute in his sleep so you quickly kissed his cheek before you made your way out into the hallway. The lights blinded you and you really regretted getting out of bed. But you had come this far so there was no way you were going back now. You zombied your way to the kitchen and managed to down two whole glasses of water before you heard someone running down the hall. 

Sitting on the counter you just shrugged before downing another glass and setting it down beside you. A yawn escaped your lips and you could’ve sworn you heard someone calling your name. You listened again and you heard it call a second time, a little louder this time. It wasn’t hard to recognize and you almost hit yourself for thinking he wouldn’t notice you leaving. 

“Keith…!” You beckoned from the kitchen. It wasn’t long before you could hear the taps of his feet as he made his way to you. He called out your name again when he entered the kitchen and you noticed how his expression turned from a scowl to a more relieved one. 

“Wow, I didn’t think you would notice me gone for literally five minutes.” You said laughing a little.

“I was worried something happened to you!” He defended himself. “You should’ve told me where you were going.”

“I was gone for five minutes, Keith.” You said. 

“Still…” He mumbled. “Just don’t do it again.”

“Okaaaaay.” You drawled getting down from the counter. “You just looked so cute while you were sleeping that I didn’t want to wake you up!” 

“Oh whatever.” He huffed. “Let’s go back to bed.”

“Whatever you saaaay.” You laughed lightly, trailing after him and back to bed.

Hunk:

As much as you loved Hunk, he radiated nothing but heat when you two cuddled and while you were 100% okay with this you were really feeling the heat right about now. It was late, everyone was surely asleep by now which meant you could wander the castle in whatever gross sleep state you were in right now. Sweat collected on your back and forehead and you really needed to cool off right about now. You wiggled out of your lover’s grasp and hated to part him while he was so contently sleeping. But when you’re gross and sweating and extremely hot it literally feels like the worst. 

You really preferred to be cold most of the time because it was really easy to just cuddle up with Hunk to get warm. It’s a whole different story for when your were hot though. When your feet touched the nice cool floor you really debated just laying on it for like an hour to properly cool off. But it didn’t really sound like something you had the patience for. A nice glass of water sounded way more appealing than just laying on the ground feeling like you’re dying. 

So you stepped out into the hallways and absorbed the shock of the lights and nice cool air blowing over your body. Once you were done bathing in this new found bliss you headed down to the kitchen. It still smelled of whatever goodies Hunk had managed to cook up for dinner when you entered it. You smiled to yourself as you stood in the kitchen with a nice glass of water. 

Closing your eyes you could’ve sworn you could fall asleep just standing up. However a warm voice pulled you from your sleepy stupor. 

“Of course I would find my favorite person in my favorite place.” Hunk said entering the kitchen. You looked at him with surprise before breaking into a small smile.

“Oh, what are you doing up?” You asked. 

“I mean I woke up and you weren’t there suddenly. It’s just a little scary you know?” He said scratching the back of his neck. 

“Sorry, I guess I should’ve woken you up then. I needed to cool off for a second.” You said sheepishly. “I’m done now though, so let’s go back to bed.”

“Sounds good to me.” 

The two of you walked back to bed, hand in hand humming a tune the both of you vaguely knew. It wasn’t long before you were back to cuddling and sweet dreams.

Pidge:

It was one of those rare occasions that Pidge was asleep next to you at a reasonable hour. You were very grateful to be blessed with this opportunity to finally cuddle your girlfriend after a long week of missions and helping out around the castle ship. Everything was perfect. Well, almost everything… You were sleeping so soundly that you managed to drool all over the pillow and now your mouth felt as dry as a desert. Dried spit didn’t taste too well and it really did bother you. 

Pidge probably wouldn’t take too kindly to your gross slobber breath or the fact that you drooled all over the pillow. So you wiggled out of bed and flipped over the pillow to the dry side of it. Your first task was done so now you were one to accomplish the next. You stepped out into the bright ass hallway and instantly regretted it. You stumbled around like you were afflicted with some sort of illness. In fact, you took you the longest time to get used to these blinding lights. 

You weren’t too fond of the lights in the hallway so you didn’t even bother turning on the lights in the kitchen. It seemed like a much better idea to just let the lights from the hallway filter into the kitchen. The darkness of the kitchen was comforting and it helped keep you groggy enough to be ready to fall back to sleep the second you got in bed. 

As soon as you got your water you quickly downed it to re-hydrate your mouth. It was nice and refreshing, although a little cold making you shiver a bit. Turning on your heel you were about to head back to the room when you saw a figure in the door way. You let out a mixture of startled noises before realizing it was just Pidge. She started at you with a blank expression. 

“Did you drool all over the pillow again?” She asked. You could practically feel your heart stop.

“Nooo?” 

“Y/n, you only get a glass of water after you drool in your sleep.” She added, completely trapping you.

“Fine, you got me. I’ll wash the pillow case in the morning.” You admitted. “Why are you up anyways. You never come after me just for drooling on a pillow.”

“It just scared me that you weren’t beside me while I slept like you always are.” She mumbled. “I had a bad dream.”

You smiled and went to hug her from behind. She sniffled a bit and you squeezed her a little harder. 

“You’re just the only one I have left.” 

“Don’t worry, Pidge. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

Yoongi imagine; Super Psycho Love: Part One

Originally posted by jiminiemini

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Warnings: Stockholm syndrome, yandere?!Yoongi, toxic relationship, smutty~

When one night standing becames something more. When he calls you everyday. When you saw him staring at you everytime you went to the club. You thought he was behaving like a child and he would eventually let go, but it didn’t happen. Why didn’t you stop him when you had the chance? Now you were involved with someone you shouldn’t. For some reason, you didn’t feel like complaining.


Disclaimer: Please, don’t continue if you are a sensitive person to certain topics. I don’t pretend to offend anyone. This is all fictional, and please, don’t let anyone do this to you. If you suspect, you can talk to anyone. Get help. If you want, you can anonymously send me an ask. I repeat, this is all fictional. Keep reading with caution.


Stockholm syndrome is a condition that causes hostages to develop a psychological alliance with their captors as a survival strategy during captivity.” the teacher made a long pause, but didn’t stop staring at the book. “but sometimes, the hostage can actually develop true feelings, not only as an actual strategy.”

You were, as usual, paying attention to the class. It was a part of your lesson, and you were interested in the topic. Everything about this topics was awesome to you; how the brain worked, why some people developed these kind of feelings. What caused it? You questioned everything. You were so submerged in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Jiwoo staring at you. To be honest, you didn’t even notice when she sat next to you.
“Boo!” she scared you, and you jumped on your seat making her laugh her ass off. 
“Were you thinking about shit again?” 
You knew she was right, but you hit her arm playfully anyways. 
Jiwoo was your best friend since you arrived Korea. Since highschool, she introduced to you her group of friends, who warmly welcomed you. After some years you trusted in her more than anyone, and you told her everything that happened to you. Your dates, the boys you were with, who you wanted to fuck, who wanted to fuck you, everything, and so did her. She was like your sister and she never left you alone. 
“Are you going to the club tonight?” she asked, even though she knew the answer. When you opened your mouth to reply, she interrupted you; “of course you’re going. I’ll be there at 9.” and just like that, she left.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to. You always went to the club, every friday night. There was always someone you were interested in, and ever since your boyfriend broke up with you, you just followed the conversation with any person that seemed interested in you, and didn’t flirt back until they did first. It was something common for you. Making out with someone sometimes, dancing with someone you liked and then forgetting about it. You were a mature person, and it wasn’t a sin, right? After all, you didn’t play with the person’s feelings. Since the beggining you told them that it was only one night. You didn’t want feelings involved, you didn’t want anything serious, and everyone agreed, until last friday.

One week ago, you went to the club, as usual. Jiwoo drove you there, and when you entered, she started looking for her boyfriend; like usual. Everything was usual, it wasn’t strange, neither it was the first time. As usual, again, you sat on the couch of the dance club that was in the back, where people sat down to drink calmly, to smoke, to make out and get touchy or simply because, like you, didn’t feel like dancing. 
As soon as you entered the club, you saw your ex with his girl. He looked happy, and the girl was, of course, very pretty. He had his left arm wrapped on her waist and she was smiling, and your self steem dropped to the floor. 
You broke up with him because he made you feel unwanted. He didn’t compliment you, he was so submerged in his own work that he didn’t even see you. He didn’t have sex with you more than once; in your 6 month old relationship, and in all the years of friendship, he touched you only one time he got home drunk. You tried to understand him, until you discovered the reason behind his behavior wasn’t his work, but his sidechick. 
And there he was, happily hugging her. The asshole and the bitch together.
You stared at the couple with wide eyes, tears aiming to spill out, but you watched at Jiwoo happilly. If she noticed how you were feeling, she would have to stay with you and you didn’t want that. She always put you before her boyfriend first, but it wasn’t a big deal. You broke up with him a long time ago, and she didn’t see her boy very often so you just let go.
Sitting there, staring at everyone, arms crossed and a frown, you were trying not to cry or burn his house down. She was pretty, tall, and you were you. You didn’t feel like being with anyone today, not after what you saw.

Yoongi stared at you from the distance. He fell in love at first sight with you, you were gorgeous in his eyes. You always ended up with someone else, and it made his blood boil. He felt angry and he had to leave immediately before punching the guy in the face and scaring the hell out of you, discarding any chance he had with you.
When he saw you sitting there, with a sad face, he had to approach you. Whatever had happened to you, whoever tried to touch you, he had to take action on the matter. He was nervous, though; he loved you from the first time he saw you and he didn’t want to fuck up, he didn’t want to be so crazy for someone that despises him.
He sat next to you, without making any noise. He stared at you from that distance and he felt his heat rising up. Your face, your eyes, your hands, your hair, you fashion choices. Everything was perfect about you, but what wasn’t, was that you didn’t notice him. You were thinking so deeply that he had to sigh once, twice very loudly for you to see that he was sitting right next to you.
He stared at the crowd, and you stared at him. You didn’t want to be with anyone, didn’t your face tell him so? You were about to tell him that you weren’t on the mood to fuck or kiss him or whatever he wanted to, until he opened his mouth.
“So you hate clubs too, huh?”
He knew you didn’t. He knew you loved coming here, he heard your contagious laugh and saw your smile everytime you stepped into the dance floor, excepting this one time of course. But what could he say? He didn’t want to look like a weirdo, that he knew he kinda was, and he had to disimulate.
You sighed in relief. Apparently, he wasn’t direct nor he wanted to flirt right away. The anger disappeared a little bit. 
Actually, I don’t. I just saw something horrible, and I’m here because I don’t feel like dancing or drinking…” you were honest. Why would you lie? He was a random stranger, yes, but you were used to make friends or talk with people about some kind of things. You were kind of an open person, and the fact that you saw your ex with the bitch he cheated on you with wasn’t a big deal neither.
Yoongi felt his heartbeats rising, he heard your beautiful voice for the first time. But paying attention to your words, he actually got worried. There was something that was bothering you after all, someone did something to you or you felt bad because or something, so he just asked right away, shamelessly.
“Really? What is it?
You stared at him and laughed nervously, and then stared back at the crowd.
“Ah, it’s not a big deal. I saw my ex with the girl he cheated on me with.“ you made a pause. “She is pretty, so I kinda understand why he did it...” you made another long pause. Yoongi wanted to interrupt you, hold your hands and tell you that you didn’t have to think that way, and at the same time he wanted to kick that guy’s balls for not appreciating someone as gorgeus and so full of life like you; but he saw you were about to talk a little bit more, so he restrained.
My self steem kinda died a bit,” you laughed awkwardly, hidding that it hurt you. “so I just came here.” 
Yoongi wanted to talk, but when he opened his mouth, you interrupted him again. 
What about you? Do you really not like clubs? Or are you as miserable as me?” and once again, you laughed sadly. He loved and hated that laugh so much. He loved how it sounded, but hated the fact that it hid so much pain.
Actually, I like clubs.” he lied. “But this time I just didn’t feel like drinking or dancing or anything, and my friends left me all by myself.” he lied again. He went the the club all by himself. His friends were calm and didn’t go out; he went there because, even though he hated clubs, he went once just to try and he saw you. He didn’t drink that much, he didn’t dance, he didn’t flirt or fuck around. He just entered there and observed you like a creep, hoping one day he could talk to you.
“Ah, I see. So you’re not as miserable as me.” You said and smiled at him. You were happy to see that he didn’t seem like another fuckboy. He was really attractive, his voice was lazily beautiful, his hair was mint green and he looked like those boys from novels who are bad on the outside but are actually very soft on the inside; those boys on the books who were cold but loving. He was so surreal, you had to blink a million times to make sure your mind wasn’t playing a trick on you and made up a fake boy because of your low self-steem.
Don’t worry, you’re not miserable.” he added before you could continue hurting him without knowing. “It’s normal, it had happened to me,” he lied. His ex never cheated on him, he hadn’t had a girlfriend in six years. “but you have to forget about it. You seem very nice, so you shouldn’t worry. She is going to cheat on him anyways.” 
You laughed and Yoongi felt like his world was illuminated once again. He was nervous, mostly because he had to look for the right words to not scare you. If he flirted with you, or complimented your appearance, you would take it and flirt back, and then you’d hook up, and then you would forget about him like you did with every guy. He didn’t want that. He wanted to know you, to be with you, he didn’t want you to be with anyone else. He wanted you to himself, and the only way was acting like a friend, not like a fuckboy or a flirty random stranger who wanted to bang.
But when you stared at him once again with flirty eyes, he dropped everything. He stared back at you, right into your eyes; he couldn’t resist. He knew it was wrong. He knew he didn’t have to. He knew the plan was failing, but when it was about you, you drove him insane; and it happened.
After two hours of conversating, of drinking one beer between the two, the atmosphere changed completely. He was a nice guy, interesting. He told you about him; Min Yoongi. a 24 years old who liked to compose and was born in Daegu. He moved to Seoul to follow his dreams six years ago. 
Slowly, you became much more touchy. When you laughed, you placed your hand on his thigh, and he didn’t stop you. Slowly you forgot about your ex and just invited him to the dance floor, and he agreed. He didn’t like dancing, but how could he reject you? Even if you hit him, kicked him, stab him, he would still be crazy for you.
What started like an innocent dance became so much more. Yoongi forgot about the plan completely, his hands now running through your body, cupping your cheeks, slowly leaning down to kiss your lips. His lips were soft, the kiss was gentle. When realization hit him, he couldn’t stop. Not when you were already in his apartment, moaning his name, not when he was enjoying so much being inside you, touching your body, kissing your lips, hearing that the sounds that your mouth were making were because of him, because of what he was doing. Not when you were his already; at least for one night.
He slowly took off your clothes, he was the most gentle person you’ve met. Since your ex broke up with you, you didn’t sleep with anyone. You only kissed one boy per night, sometimes they got touchy, but this guy was so smooth. He didn’t have to compliment you or your appearance until things got heated up, and still, he had you on his feet. 
His dirty talk was the best. You couldn’t resist it. He was the best experience you’ve had and he was so gentle, yet so passionate at the same time. He touched you and made love to you like if he was afraid of hurting you, breaking you. Like if you were precious to him. How his fingers grazed gently your skin, your lips, how good he kissed you.
Everything was magical. You had one, two, three orgasms in one night, and you saw he enjoyed it a lot too. You cuddled, his arms hugged you tightly and he hid his face on your neck. 
But when he woke up, you were gone.
Oh god, he wanted to hit himself. He wanted to turn back time and at least ask for your address, now he had to wait until next friday. What if you didn’t want to see him? What if it really was just one night and now you forgot about him? He tried to resist, but since he had your number, he couldn’t avoid the temptation. It was wrong, you were going to hate him, but he couldn’t be rational anymore.

When he called the first time, you both talked for half an hour. When he called the second time, he asked how you were doing. When he called for the third time, you started to get scared. He didn’t get the message? You enjoyed it, but you didn’t want to develop feelings for someone that probably slept around with everyone. Yoongi wasn’t like that; but you didn’t know. You started suspecting that he didn’t call to fuck again, but simply to talk to you. It hurt you, rejecting him like that, because he was interesting. But you knew about that; you fucked him two hours after you met him, he probably did that with every girl. You didn’t want to remind yourself about the past. You wanted a normal relationship, where your partner doesn’t cheat on you. After all, you saw him every friday. You didn’t pay attention to him, but what was he doing there if he wasn’t fucking around? Of course he was. He was a man. He slept with you, he could sleep with anyone else. He probably was just a flirt.
Oh, but were you wrong.

You started declining every call, not daring to block his number. It drove Yoongi crazy, he missed you so much, and he fucked up. Now he was regretting his life choices. If he didn’t call you more than four times, maybe he still would have a chance: but he didn’t stop. He wanted to hear your voice. He went to the club every night, hoping to see you there, to talk to you, even if he knew you had to attend college. He knew. But he didn’t care. 
He started to get obsessive over it. You were clouding his mind day and night, and all he thought about was you. He didn’t recognize that feeling; he wasn’t like that with anyone, specially girls. Not since it broke his heart leaving his ex girlfriend behind to chase his dream; and ironically, the work he was doing, his “dream” was interrupted by the thought of you. 

That’s why you didn’t know. That’s why you weren’t sure of it, what it you saw him there? After he did love to you, after you enjoyed it so much, after all his calls, you couldn’t just stare at him like if nothing happened. But you couldn’t tell Jiwoo, she was such a mom. Her boyfriend wouldn’t want to switch clubs, after all, he worked there. Your friends were there too, they would have to switch just because you were scared of a fuckfriend you had for once? It was ridiculous. After being scared for a whole afternoon, you decided to get ready and go there anyways. If you saw him, you were to flirt with some random boy for some minutes until he got the message and drop it.
But, once again, you were wrong.





Riddler spending his birthday in Arkham

- Riddler not wanting to get up or do anything bc his birthday is a nothing day and holds more bad memories than good.

-  It’s group therapy and the doctor congratulates Riddler on his progress and birthday and Riddler goes into this long winded speech that no one cares for before harley wraps an arm around him and engulfs him in a giant hug

- The Kristen, Query and Echo stopping by to give him a birthday cake with a file in the cake like a gag but they actually cooked the file inside of the cake instead of slipping it between two layers of cake so Riddler chews them out while they eat around the melted file sections

- A select few of the inmates give Ed gifts, none of them special but small things like Ventriloquist made a mini puppet of himself, Crane got him a book and tea, Harley a one of a kind hand made card, and joker gave him a dead rat in a box.

- Batman showing up to play that game of chess that they always do on Ed’s birthday but Ed doesn’t show up and the doctor explains that a lot of the inmates have been given an extra hour of rec time to celebrate Ed’s birthday and batman takes his leave with a little smile.

- Riddler opening calling most of what the rogues gave him junk but placing each item (not the dead rat) on his shelves (tho the very bottom one).

- Batman coming back a second time to check up on Riddler and Riddler’s all smug, faulting batman on being late. But batman lets it slide commenting on Riddler’s good mood and Riddler kinda tilts his head off to the side with a whiskful smile, “It was a better day than expected”

Reggie x Reader: Let Me Explain, Please.

A/N: different scenario, NOT a continuation of “Finding A Date” ~~~~~~~~~~~

Walking out the entrance, I pulled my car keys out of my pocket. Shoving the key into the car door, he bursted through the entrance of Pop’s Chock-Lit shop and made his way towards me.

‘Lord, please help me now.’ I prayed.


“Can you stop please, Y/N? Just listen to me, please.” I slammed the door of my ‘83 Rabbit shut and shoved him away from me. “Listen to what, Mantle? More lies coming out of that stupid mouth of yours?” He took a step towards me and attempted to grab my hand, but I shoved him again.


“It’s not what it looks like-” I let out a dry laugh and ran a hand through my hair, looking around the empty parking lot looking anywhere, but at it him.


“What’s it supposed to look like, then hmm? Tell me that, what’s going on?” I pushed him again, egging him on. Trying to get some answers from him, answers to all this crap he’s got me stuck in. Three shoves and not one word from the tall Asian that stood before me.


“I don’t know how they do it here in Riverdale or if it’s just your dumb ass, because this whole situation you’re putting me in is complete bullshit. You know that, right?” He ran both hands down his face and placed them on his hips and I just watched his face. I could see that his brain was running full speed, trying to come up with some lie to tell me that it wasn’t what it seemed, but he didn’t utter a single word. Shaking my head, I continued to stare at him in unbelief.


“You’re not even going to say anything? You seemed pretty confident running out of Pop’s away from her.” I told him as I threw my hands up and glared through the windows of the diner at the raven haired girl with the sharp eyebrows. ‘God, I can’t even be mad at Veronica! Her eyebrows literally slay my existence, fuck!’. My hands found their way to my hair and tugged harshly at the strands as I growled in frustration.

Closing my eyes, I spoke, “Just answer this, make me understand. Not even three hours ago, you spilled your heart out to me and I told you to give me time because I’m new to this dating shit and I need to straighten out my feelings. For you! Because lo and behold, I fucking like you too. Now, you’re here snuggling with Veronica and sharing a milkshake with her. You almost kissed her, Reggie! What the fuck is this?!” Again. No reply from him.


“What? Was this all some game to you, did those jock dickheads dare you to play with me? ‘Fuck With The Other New Girl's​ Feelings’? Did you need a backup for when I said n-no?” My voice cracked and he finally looked me straight in the eye, his own brimmed in tears.


“No, I just- This was all a big mistake.” He stumbled. ‘I’m so pathetic…’


“The part where you said you liked me and wanted me to be your girlfriend? Or the part where I caught you with someone else after you said you’d wait for me?”


“…I don’t even know.” His shoulders slouched with his hands tucked in the pockets of his varsity jacket and his head hung low. Letting out another dry laugh, I shook my head.


“Reginald Mantle the Third.” Said boy looked back up at me, eyes hopeful and meeting mine. I sadly smiled at him, finally letting the tears fall from my eyes. Reggie’s eyes widened and took a step forward to me, bringing me into his arms. I felt his tears soak into my hair while he cried into the crook of my neck and my own tears soaked the front of his jacket.


“I hate myself for liking you. I wish I had never met you. I wish we were never friends.” He shook his head and held me tighter against him, trapping my arms by my side.


“No, don’t say that, Y/N, please. Don’t say that.” His voice wavered as he pressed his face further into my neck. I stood lax, Reggie just clinging onto me like a little kid and I, his mother, scolding him. ‘Well… I kinda am scolding him, why am I such a grandma though.’


“I wish you’d just left me alone out of whatever this is. I wish that you had just dated Veronica and I could just get over you, find someone else to love because it so hurts so much just thinking about living without you.” I pressed on and tried to wriggle myself out from his grip, but his hold just became tighter and his breathing became heavier and ragged against my neck.


“Y/N, stop. I love you! Veronica-” A new voice cut in.


“Veronica what?” His hold on me became non-existent and I slowly peeled myself away from Reggie’s grasp. I found myself face to face with the one and only Veronica Lodge.


“Veronica… should give Reginald a chance.” I stated. I took one last glance at him and walked to my car, got in, put the keys into the ignition and drove home.

I just sat in my car for a few minutes, thinking. ‘Should I apologise…? No. But, I overreacted. I should’ve waited for him to say something. Did he even have anything to say?’ I wiped the remaining tears from my face and chuckled at that last thought that ran across my mind. “How long was I supposed to wait for him to break my heart?” I asked myself aloud. I slammed my fist against the steering wheel and got out the car.


When I made it to the front porch of my house, my phone vibrated in my pocket. Reluctantly, I slid the phone out my back pocket and swiped to unlock it. It was a text. From two people. Two from Reggie and one (many) from Veronica.


REGINALD: Please, meet me after school on Monday I swear just give me another chance Y/N.

REGINALD: please y/n I’m begging you, just meet me after school


VERONICA: Are you okay, Y/N?? I’m so sorry about what happened, please.

VERONICA: I had no idea that you were with Reggie!

VERONICA: Y/N please believe me

VERONICA: If I had known you two were endgame I would’ve NEVER made any advances on him, I swear on my mother’s pearls

VERONICA: Y/N I’M SO SO SO SO SO SORRY!!

VERONICA: Is there anything i could do to make it up to you?


After reading Ronnie’s texts… Y/N pieced together what had actually happened without Reggie telling her and she knew.

She done fucked up.


“I done fucked up.” I whispered to myself.

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A/N: hey guys, another trash fanfic from me. sorry, im trying to get my head clear of ideas for that daddy imagine with Reggie but i keep writing other “prompts” I guess. I dunno, I was too dramatic in the beginning bc I was literally frustrated at the time that I had started writing it but then I let it alone for awhile and now i opted out with the ‘misunderstanding’ trope This was supposed to end up with Reggie NOT getting the girl, buuut… I hate those type of endings bc I’m a soft roll of cookie dough:’) Pls tell me if you want a Part 2 or not bc I might just leave it to the Reader realizing that she done messed up Also, sorry for the cussing:’)

Can we all just think a moment and appreciate that Tweek x Craig went the way it did? I mean, think about it. Matt and Trey COULD have spent the whole episode mocking the ship (I mean they kinda did, but hopefully you understand what I mean). They COULD have used the episode to 100% sink the ship and establish that Tweek and Craig, like, hate each other or something (not that that’d stop the shippers, but you know what I mean). This is the show that mocks pretty much everything, no reason to think this ship should be any different just because the fandom likes it, especially with how little canon interaction they’ve had besides that one episode way back in Season 3.

But they didn’t. Instead they made the two pretty much best friends at the very least AND kept their relationship, whatever the true nature of it is, going past that episode AND throw tease for the shippers around like confetti just about every time the two appear together (which is often these days). Thinking about it like that and thinking about how they COULD have chosen to approach things just makes me appreciate all the more how things turned out.

AU: Yui finds out she’s a Sakamaki

Okay so I’m just gonna guess that you mean Yui is only a Sakamaki and the other two families are gonna react to it just like the Sakamakis.

Sakamaki:

- It was a normal night until Karlheinz decides to make a rare drop in and his kids are not happy to see him as always and Yui is just polite to him like always.

- Then he drops the bomb.

- “Ah, daughters are so much more welcoming than sons. I’ve been missing out on the gentleness of a little girl.”

- The brothers stare at him like ‘wtf you old geezer?’.

- casually states “That is why I came here tonight, Yui is your half-sister since she came from a different person than your mothers.”

- “E-Eh? But I’m human…I don’t have fangs or cravings for blood…What…?”

- “Your mother was human, Seiji prevented you from turning into a vampire and so you haven’t gone through the proper stages of developing into one.”

- Now the boys hate their father more.

- Ever since then, they’ve been acting really weird.

- They don’t really attack her blood anymore.

- When they try, they just kinda chicken out which makes Yui even more confused.

- Laito has been more, touchy?

- “Everyone’s been so weird lately, don’t you think so Imouto-chan?” He was hugging her from behind as she was sitting on her bed. “I-Imouto-chan? I’m the same age as you…” “Not really if you don’t count vampire age.” Laito laughed as he suddenly kissed the pale blonde’s ear which jolts her up and she got up and turned towards him with a shocked look. “H-Hey, I’m your sister!” “I know, but it gives us a chance for me to be a little bit nicer to you. Wouldn’t you like that, Imouto-chan?” Laito got up and suddenly pinned her softly to the violet colored wall and gave off a dangerous smile, as if nothing changed about their positions except he was being strangely more gentle. Immediately Ayato came into the room and dragged out his brother.

- “Oi, if this pervert messes with you just tell someone…” “Eh? You’re so mean Ayato-kun~” “Shut up you pervert.”

- Subaru has been distancing himself away from Yui…

- Yui decides to face him in the garden, but it doesn’t work out right and he yells in her face to leave him alone and walks off to leave a confused Yui alone. But when he’s far away enough he sighs and rubs his temples…

- “My first love can’t be my sister…Fuck that old man…”

- Reiji would probably act a bit more decent towards her but he’s still the same, like pointing out mannerisms and such as he would do for his other brothers. He’ll be nice occasionally towards her but like once in blue moon but his sadistic nature towards Yui as lowered a bit…

- “-Don’t sit like that, you’re a lady and one of the only ones who decides to follow table manners.”

- Basically her mom now.

- Shuu really doesn’t care…Like at all. 

- “Oh…Is it weird if I bite you then?”

- So he still acts the same towards Yui.

- Ayato changed a lot, like at one point he’ll be snarky and arrogant like any other day but when Yui comes in he instantly shuts up and it amazes Reiji.

- “Yui, I might need you to come into the living room. Ayato is being disruptive.”

- “Ayato-kun ,did I do something to make you upset?” “No it’s…I…Ah, shut up and leave me alone!”

- As if his highkey salt towards Karlheinz could be any more salty.

- “Y-You don’t have to do those things, I’m your sister now!” “But I don’t like you as a sister and I never will.” Still possessive as he is in denial.

- One day Yui overheard Kanato and Teddy’s ‘conversation’.

- “Since Yui-san is my sister, I don’t think a wedding dress is appropriate for her…Don’t you think so Teddy? Maybe she’ll be more comfortable in a Sunday dress…”

- Still wants to turn her into a doll.

- There are also those times where they bite her and completely forget that they’re half-siblings.

Mukami:

- They’re not happy with the news either.

- Well at least she’s not directly related to them. (Since they’re adopted)

- Ruki wouldn’t change really, probably more homie to Yui since she’s their technical cousin. But he’s still the Ruki she knew, although he had his times he would forget about her relations.

- Yuuma would probably invite Yui to the garden just talk about stuff and it made her really happy that he wasn’t treating her poorly much.

- “Ah shit…I like the neet’s sister…”

- Kou would probably try to get Yui to spill some things about the Sakamakis he can use against them as blackmail. His dislike for the Sakamakis is still there but he really can’t bring himself to hate Yui after all of the things she did, so he labled her the ‘likable Sakamaki’. He’s still a liar towards her though.

- “C’mooon tell me something you know about Laito~!” “But I really don’t know anything!” “You guys are siblings, you should know something!”

- When his bipolar switch is on he’d probably yell at her stuff about ‘Why would I be okay with a Sakamaki’ something like that and he’d hella regret it afterwards. But Yui’s used to it so it was a reminder of sorts.

- Azusa wouldn’t really think much less of Yui.

- “Ah…Kanato-san…Might be angry if I do this…” *bites anyway*

- “Say…Hello for me…Yui-san….”

- 2/4 think: “Ugh, she’s that person sister…I’ll do it just to aggravate him.”

Tsukinami:

- Carla just looks at Yui and blinked. “Oh…That’s nice, I guess.”

- No hesitation to bite, he gots ta cleanse.

- “Your blood probably is impossible to cleanse now I found out you’re somewhat related to them.”

- Like Kou, she’s the ‘tolerable Sakamaki’. Not much change between their relationship.

- Shin on the other hand would use this information for new forms of teasing. 

- “-Perhaps you’re hiding a secret lust in you? If you’re related to that idiot, you must be one like him!” “Hm? You’re not sleeping? If you’re related to that rock, shouldn’t you follow your big brother’s footsteps~?” “Ah, don’t be so full of yourself. No wonder you’re his sister.”

- They literally don’t care about that.

- Occasionally nice but still treat her like shit.

- “Wait…Does this mean we’re technically you’re uncles?”

Summary:

- Karlheinz is hated a little bit more.

- Yui was kinda happy about knowing she had an actually family, but not in these circumstances.

- Some in denial…

- She tried call Shuu and Reiji Onii-san once: “Please don’t do that.” “I know you follow family traditions, but you do not have to force yourself to do that”

- Kou and Yuuma cracked up laughing hearing that.

- And so did Shin.

- Yui’s mom is probably long gone dead knowing how Karlheinz treats his wives, but still wishes to know about her and what she was like.

- If Yui decides to stay human, things will be like normal (whatever normal is in a vampire household. If Yui becomes a vampire, she’ll need a lot of training and education about the urges, powers and things like that of a vampire…Someone’s bound to stuff her mouth with blood because she’s too nice and gentle to actually do that to a person.

- Dear god someone help her.

Idk if you wanted Kino or if I even did this right, but here’s what you got. Also be specific on what you want, thanks for requesting!

not a fuck anyone story, just "I'm sick as shit of my job and want to work at a fruit orchard company"

I’m an autistic femme, I was clinically diagnosed since I was four, but a lot of people say I “don’t look it” or whatever because I was traumatized into trying to act as allistic as possible. it kind of sucks in a lot of my customer service environments, especially with my current job. the last time I disclosed to a job about my disability I was fired and discriminated against because of it, and I’ve been terrified of disclosing it to other jobs because of similar repercussions. I’ve highly succeeded in some jobs (to the point where I’ve been promoted to assistant manager) and have struggled in others. the one I have right now is one of the latter. my boss is constantly snapping at me for “not reading social cues” (which is a part of my disability) and today I just completely ran out of spoons halfway through my shift to the point where I was just dissociating. I’m so ready to leave this goddamn job, it’s full of rich pretentious women who can afford to spend thousands of dollars on clothing all the time. my coworkers are always laughing and talking to each other and complimenting each other on their outfits. I have seven tattoos and dress kinda outside of the box and they don’t really compliment me unless I’m wearing something that I absolutely hate, and I really want to quit, but I’ve been there for two months and I have a sliver of an opportunity at my boyfriend’s work at a fruit orchard company. I worked for them on Saturday but I feel like the work is going to not be too often. I want them to give me something a little more reliable and more permanent rather than me just going once a week or whatever. I just want July to roll around so i can work at my beautiful halloween job again lol

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heavily inspired by https://svts-scenario.tumblr.com/post/161552611042/soulmate-au-with-mingyu !

• soulmate au where u only hear some certain musical notes/beats and ur soulmates hears the other ones
• the music is only complete when u two are really near each other
• ur at an event after school at the auditorium that u didnt want to go to but ur friends forced u and theyre playing songs so it just kinda ticks u off bc
• u hated music bc u dont hear everything and it just sounds off all the time
• u sneaked out to get your stuff from ur classroom and go home earlier than everyone else
• u kinda enjoyed seeing the hallways emptier than usual (bc u hate ppl) and decided to walk around
• u happened to pass by the music room which u’ve never gone to bc of the said circumstances and ur like,,,, bit CH is that good music i hear
• u think ur delusional but ur soulmate might just be there and u decided to look inside
• u quietly opened the door then the music suddenly stopped and u thought yeah whatever im just hallucinating bye
• but u hear a mellow but manly voice speak “is someone there??”
• “hi…” u said bc ur a little shy then u slided inside the room and u see him and ur like oh my gof Fuck he’s so cute,,,, and he’s SITTING BY THE PIANO what does this mean
• he stared at u for a moment bc he’s baffled too,, u looked away bc it feels awkward and u dont know what to say. u just cant ask ‘lol r u my soulmate’ bc its too fast and u arent really sure
• “…u can watch if u want to” he said and u said ok then u settled down at the nearest stool even though u wanna go near to make sure that this moment is real but ur a klutz and u dont wanna trip and fall so
• u notice his hands shake as he placed it on the piano. he looked like he’s hesitating to play but he did
• both of u are surprised but he’s obviously more shocked as his eyes are wide open
• ur anxious and dont know what to say so u asked “are u here often to play??” bc if he’s always there then how come you’ve only heard his music now and he answered “no it’s actually my first time playing here. i only play at home” and ur like hmm ok that makes sense,,,
• u take the awkward silence as an opportunity to hear the melody better and ur like wow music has never sounded so good,, i could listen forever
• u looked at how his delicate fingers continued to touch the black and white keys and thought that,,,music is so amazing . u already forgot how much u hated it back at the auditorium
• u saw him smile and it just?? melted u?? bc he looked genuinely happy???
• u feel all mushy inside and bc u have no self control, u asked him “how could u play so good when u could barely hear music?” he halted and changed his facial expression when he heard what u said and u thought oh shit did i say something wrong i dont deserve to have a mouth sometimes
• it took a while for him to say something so ur like, u know what i think i should go but then its all ok bc he smiled AGAIN and u dead fam u all melted inside then he said “it’s just that i.. i feel the rhythm and it’s like i know it by heart. i could not hear music by all means, i feel it instead. and it makes me happy”
• “…i also felt like i could find the missing connection through this. someone who would make me hear all the tunes in the world, and i did. i found you.”
• you’re in awe . u’ve never met someone as passionate as him before and it just,, made u speechless
• he broke the ice and asked “what’s your name?” “..i’m y/n” “i’m jihoon. it’s a great pleasure to finally meet you y/n”
• he plays again, this time with much more enthusiasm. u listen and u realized, ur still in ur own little quiet world, but just better.

heavily inspired by https://svts-scenario.tumblr.com/post/161552611042/soulmate-au-with-mingyu !

It does make me kind of sad how much Mark (and possibly Jack) seems to hate Septiplier now.  Like, I’ve never been a big shipper of the two personally: I think they work better as friends, and they both have lovely S/Os that they are happy with.  But I remember when “Septiplier Away” was a joke that EVERYONE was a part of, and we would all laugh (including Mark and Jack) at the ridiculousness of its existence.  But now they don’t joke about it anymore and they seem to really hate it even being brought up, even as a joke.

I understand the problem came from certain fans going too far, such as blaming Amy and Wiishu for keeping Septiplier apart or whatever bullshit.  I know that things got real nasty real quick, so we can’t joke about it anymore.  But it kinda sucks, ya know????  It was a fun little joke to have in both communities and I feel like it brought people together, because it was not only a joke about the two of them “dating” but about the unification of both Jack’s community and Mark’s.

Idk. I’m just sad that the fun has been taken out of it, and both Mark and Jack (and Wiishu and Amy) seem to have been negatively affected by all that has happened surrounding it.

Slow Burn - Part 3

Pairing: firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,806

Summary: The reader is reluctantly setup on a blind date and it doesn’t go as planned. Is there an instant spark or is it a slow burn?

Part 1 Part 2


“Oh, I bet you say that to all the girls.”

It’s taking everything you have not to jump on him right now. Play it cool, Y/N.

“No way. Only the special ones.” He flatters with a smile that makes you melt.

You notice Sam walking by the kitchen but he stops when he sees you. He silently calls you over. Dean follows your gaze to where Sam is standing.

“I’ll be right back, ok?” You say to Dean.

“I’ll be here, sweetheart.” He says in his husky voice.

You walk up to Sam and he has a huge smile on his face. He leans down a bit because he’s gigantic compared to you and whispers, “What do you think?”

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anonymous asked:

Do you think Rin and Yukio are still going to church? (as in mass)

  • I believe that Yukio tries his best to make it to church/mass on time
  • sometimes he gets there a little late and sits quietly on the back row 
  • but he really tries to get there on time as often as possible 
  • but considering he works so much and he has to keep an eye on Rin - he doesn’t always make it
  • Rin doesn’t go to church/mass
  • he always pretended to hate going to church for the whole ‘bad boy’ reputation he had going on 
  • and so it kinda stuck 
  • sometimes he goes on like holidays or whatever but - even then he’s on edge 
  • cause all he can think about it his old man 
  • and how much he misses him
controversial opinion:

i don’t understand why people get so incredibly mad when they see minors who age regress, here’s why:
💖age regression is not sexual! not supporting minors who engage in sexual acts is more than understandable, but age regression ((going into the literal, mental head space of a younger child)) is not the same as age play! age play is sexual, and the act of role playing or pretending to be a younger/older age than you are. these are two different things, and doing both separately, one, or the other is fine, but one is sexual, and one isn’t

💖doing “childlike things” ((such as using pacis, sippy cups, bottles, children’s movies, etc.)) are things that were literally made for children! and people are trying to say that others can’t do them because they’re children?? i literally cannot fathom that logic

💖fun fact: eating mac n cheese while watching winnie the pooh and calling someone daddy, mommy, caregiver, whatever, is in no way illegal for minors to do :)

sorry for the long rant, i’m not trying to talk bad about people who are sexual with age play as well as non sexual or talk bad about adult regressors,
i just think the hate towards minors ((especially in the sfw environment)) is kinda obnoxious

stay cute, loves~♡

WIP meme

I was tagged by @sixsaltysweets! Thank you! ^-^

List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever.


my original stuff:

1. Chant of Stars (I hate translating titles, it sounds much cooler in German I swear >.<): Emri’s story. It’s a constant construction site. This bloodsucking monster will never be finished. It started out as a classical “Chosen One saves the world from the Big Bad” kinda thing years ago when I was like, thirteen, and by now it’s sort of an attempt to subvert some of those exact fantasy genre clichés. I’m not saying it’s clever or anything, but I’m working on it.

Here are some of the working titles this thing has had throughout the years:

  1. Anxious Mage Is Doing His Best
  2. Trying To Help But Inadvertently Just Making Things Worse: A Character Study
  3. Death And Misfortune. Also At Least One (1) Cute Kitten.
  4. Why Are There No Dragons In This

2. Also, here’s a months old drawing of Emri that I occasionally go back to but have no stamina to actually finish because *gently fingerguns backwards out the door* 

3. Desert Sailor: Gil’s story. I’ve translated some snippets of it into English before, they’re here if anyone’s interested. It’s kind of bad since translations are hard and also this is all from the very first draft still, so… eh. I might go back to working on this one when I’m done with ANLG - though the motivation to work on my own stuff is really super low right now. After this whole fanfic experience where people are actually interested in what I write, it’d just be so goddamn lonely to go back to writing stuff nobody reads or cares about T-T


fandom stuff

1. And Nearly Letting Go: I mean. You know this one. It’s probably the only reason you’re following me ^_^;

It’s on a bit of a hiatus at the moment because *quietly backflips out the window* Don’t worry I’ll finish it, I’ve just been working on it for too long now and I need a break.

2. Prompts: I still have 10 or 11 prompts in my inbox. I promise I have not forgotten about them! They’re really helping me getting over my ANLG writer’s block actually, the last one I did was super fun. I’ve started writing 2 more and taking notes on 3 others already. Some of them are very difficult for me actually, but I’ll do my best!

3. Sneak peak of a silly thing that I may or may not finish:

I wanted to do 2 of those, but it’s way more work than I thought and I draw very slowly, so lets see if I have enough willpower to complete these.

(Yes even low quality shitposts are too time consuming when I do them. Y’all have no idea how long I take to even finish one simple sketch T-T)

4. Sketches: Since we’re on the subject… I have 2 rough sketches lying around that I wanna finish at some point, one of Mob with a cat (because Mob+Cats will always give me feels) and one of - ehhhh terumob kisses? o///o Which. Yeah. I’m no good at drawing stuff like that so I might never ever post it, but I wanted to give it a try ^_^;


Okay you know what I think that’s long enough, I’m not gonna ramble about all the half finished sketches or vague story ideas I never really started, because most of those aren’t WIPs so much as they are just orphans abandoned by the side of the road at this point.

Tagging friends!

@fireflysummers, @auro-cyanide, @sonicsarah1117, @azeher, @thecommonercomet, @keishota, show me what you got! (As always, only if you want! 💙)

theload  asked:

If you could revamp the various reptile races and creatures in D&D, how would you do it? By various reptile races/creatures I mean the dragons, Yuan-ti, lizardfolk, dinosaurs, etc.

That is a lot of creatures you’re asking about.  But a lot of the answers kind of exist already - I’ve already gone at length about how I’d handle dragons, lizard-people, and fantastical dinosaurs before.  Just transplant my dragons, reptodites, and retrosaurs to get the jist of them.

I don’t have the time right now to figure out EVERY major D&D reptile beastie that exists and make a list of how I’d adapt ‘em, so I’m just going to cover some big names:

  • (D&D style) Kobolds: tiny little dragon people.  Not inherently evil, but often antagonistic because of their mischievous and often self centered nature.  I kinda see ‘em as less powerful, more dragon-y versions of Mr. Mxyzptlk.  They have a tendency to be “too clever by half” - intelligent schemers who nonetheless always overreach.
  • Yuan-ti: I really love snake-people as a creature concept, but they’re always played as evil because zomg snakes are so sinister or whatever and I hate it.  D&D’s Yuan-ti are one of the worst examples because (in many versions of their backstory) their wickedness is portrayed as an inherent side effect of becoming part-snake.  God fucking damn is that bullshit.  So we’re doing away with that first.  Other than “I’m evil because I’m part snake”, the defining trait of Yaun-ti is that they’re super hella old and “know ancient secrets” - their more reptoid-y than the actual lizardpeople in D&D.  So maybe let’s play with that - what if they’re part of a much older, much more secretive civilization than any known.  A Yuan-ti is incredibly rare and dangerous because of the knowledge and power it wields, but also incredibly wise.  In other words, I’d pattern them after the book version of Kaa: old, wise, neither good nor evil, and incredibly powerful.
  • Troglodytes - eh, probably have them covered with Reptodites honestly.
The Flash: Season 3 Final Thoughts

Well, this season was an over the place in terms of quality. Last week’s episode was a pretty good episode all things considered, but that was probably because they cut the bullshit and had Snart, which always makes an episode better.

This season has drained me, though not so much as a fan of the Flash comics, though it certainly did plenty of that. No, this season drained me in the sense that, as a writer, the show failed to provide a satisfying sense of progression and conveyance. Allow me to elaborate, since I’m posting this in tags that I know will get pissy over my opinion.

Back in Season 1, most, if not every episode, had a purpose. Not necessarily a progression related purpose, but more of a purpose of conveying the story beats that one should expect from a serialized story. Sometimes, the show would slow down, in a figurative sense, to give the audience something to chew on for a bit while Barry was out fighting the villain of the week. Every episode had something going on, and it felt… well, like a comic book. A teen drama version of a comic book, but a comic book nonetheless. The way every episode was structured was like… Barry would fight a new Metahuman, or someone equally dangerous, which gave it some bite sized plots to keep the show’s pacing from dragging.

Interwoven into those 45-ish minute bites, there was an overarching plot moving towards it’s conclusion bit by bit, with each episode either showing Barry’s development in terms of his heroics as The Flash, or his growing connections to his new friends at S.T.A.R. Labs. Each villain served to grease the cogs of progress. There was only one episode I think dragged in Season 1, and it was, ironically enough, the crossover episode with Arrow, since the events of that episode were largely ignored in each successive episode. Everything felt like it had some degree of significance to the overall plot. Everything. Eddie’s development, the secrets of “Harrison Wells,” and Barry’s quest to become faster/more skilled so he can take on “The Man In Yellow”/Reverse-Flash.

Season 2 was much the same, though to a less consistent degree. The subtle foreshadowing of “Jay Garrick” being Hunter Zolomon (bravo to the writers and direction of Season 2 for making it obvious in hindsight, but not in the moment) was masterfully woven into the plots of most of the episodes preceding the big reveal, and it was great. The introduction of Wally West was also quite good, all things considered. I can bitch about how Iris basically acted like a complete moron in trying to get Wally to see the fault in his lifestyle choices, only to nearly get killed… but that’s not important right now. This Season had a lot more bumps in the road (like the Speedforce Episode… it was padding, and it was just bad), but it was overall just as enjoyable as Season 1 for me.

So then we get to Season 3, and I have to wonder “what the hell happened.” The show dropped the “episodic villains” to deal more in the way of trying to tell an epic tale about a man desperately trying to run against the currents of causality to save the woman he loved from a force he unleashed upon the world through his selfish actions… into a story full of dry emotional events and awkward pacing within it’s stilted writing. I’m not one to judge the acting of the show often, since it works for the type of material they have nine times out of ten. This season, however, I feel as though the writers and the directors were running out of ideas, and the line delivery just didn’t do it most of the time, with the actors trying too hard to make lines work.

This is especially apparent in Episode 21 of Season 3. AKA: The Amnesia Episode. My friends and my Grandmother both hate this episode, and they can point to one part that just made them not care, which I can completely agree with. The scene in question is when Iris is giving Barry a speech to help jog his memory so he can save people in a burning building. The speech is kinda hammy and over dramatic, but it was whatever… until one line was spoken. “…that was the moment we fell in love.” I’m likely paraphrasing a little, since it’s been like, 2 weeks since that trainwreck of a line was spoken, but it was basically everything wrong with the writing packed into one easy to understand phrase. I feel legitimately bad for Candice Patton, since she had to speak such a garbage line with conviction.

This is where I can point to the problems with Iris and Barry’s romance… or lack thereof.

In Season 1, Iris was a character that was mostly there for the tension between Barry and Eddie, which gave us a reason to give some time to Eddie and Barry’s relationship, leading to Eddie’s sacrifice being extremely heartbreaking to the viewers. Sure, she had other reasons for existing, and I’m not denying that, but all in all, she had a purpose, much like everything else in Season 1. In Season 2, her purpose was, in a roundabout way, to get Wally into the team, and back into her father’s life when he needed him most. And while I have problems with the way they wrote her going about that process, she was, in a way, helping out. She even vocally said she’d check out some journalistic sources at C.C.P.N., which is great. Sure, that amounted to very little, but it was some degree of contribution to the plot. Throughout both Seasons, there was an underlying implication that Iris and Barry were “bound by the red thread of fate” as one could say… but they failed to really DO anything that made that idea a tangible reality in an organic way.

Then Season 3 comes along, and Iris says some of the most cliche, cheesy lines about her and Barry’s “love for one another.” This is when I checked out. Why? Because they are acting like high schoolers, and they are in their mid to late twenties in the show. But okay, let’s pretend that’s normal for a minute, since this is a teen drama, and not reality. So where was the build into the romance? The rise to the payoff that was the romantic scene that shows that the two care deeply for one another, through intimate gestures and actions? Or even some cute romantic implications? No, the show didn’t do any of that, because they made it doom and gloom from the word go.

Most of the Season felt flat to me, because while there were winks at the idea of “WestAllen” being a thing in the two previous seasons, the fact is they then proceeded to ignore most logical developments of romance, and then have it be “oh noes, Iris is gonna die if we can’t change the future.” After that, all sense of romantic build flew out the window with the quality control of the show, and the romance became something half-baked and soggy. Iris hadn’t had enough of a chance to grow into a character that the audience could truly get behind (YES, I’m aware that SOME of the audience likes her, but outside of her relationship with Barry, what makes her likable? What makes you want to root for her? What makes you want to see her survive the events of Season 3?).

The romance didn’t have enough time to “ferment” in the minds of the entire audience, and that’s a problem, since you have to care about the romance (and the characters that are a part of said romance) in order to get anything out of the plot of this season. The entire Season’s premise practically relies on the viewer caring about the Barry Allen and Iris West romance, and there’s a good number of people who clearly don’t, so this season is going to piss them off. Obviously, I’m one of those people.

This season didn’t have enough breaks in the tension, nor enough of Barry being a superhero. It focused too heavily on a romance that wasn’t nearly ready for this kind of turmoil, and the writers tried to do it in a truncated manner that resulted in some of the most cringeworthy results in terms of romance fueled dialogue that rivals some of the drivel you can find on FanFiction.net or AO3.

I’m done with the show at this point. The writers clearly don’t care about writing smart, and instead pander to the demographic that only cares about “the feels” or whatever. Well, that, and I’m just not into this Wally being handed the mantle of “The Flash” yet, since narratively, he’s only had his powers for about 2/3rds of a Season, and not enough development, especially during this clusterfuck of bad writing that was Season 3 of CW’s The Flash. Barry Allen is just the Flash I like more at this juncture, and after the shitshow scriptwriting this season, I don’t want to give Wally a shot at the risk of getting burned on the scripts again.

((Oh, and to the dumb motherfuckers who are going to say I’m racist for not wanting to watch a black hero lead a show that was previously lead by a white dude, kindly fuck yourself off of a bridge. I actually LIKE Wally in the show, I just don’t think he’s ready to be The Flash yet. Oh, and I’m actually looking forward to seeing the first couple of episodes of Black Lightning, as well as the upcoming Cloak and Dagger show. But, of course, telling people that is a waste of time because I happen to be white, and am, in their minds, by proxy, racist.))

anonymous asked:

I've been thinking about this a lot. How can you know whether you're attractive or not? Or at least average. When you don't get compliments, or when you do, they sound so fake and pathetic. What are you then? And why does it matter so much if I'm good looking or not? As if my whole life is based on that.

i used to think about this a lot when i was a little younger. i could never really figure out if i was actually attractive, and i ended up just having super low self esteem and hated myself regardless of compliments. and when i got them i was sure people were lying. 

but the way i got over it was i kinda realised that i don’t owe the world beauty. i’m not obligated to be attractive. i used to think i was making everyone else angry by being ugly but like.. i don’t owe the world shit, i can look whatever i want bcos i’m not hurting anyone. i don’t owe beauty or attractiveness to anyone. i’m just me. and im gonna like what i like, dislike what i dislike, do my job and work on my studies. 

it takes a while to stop focusing on it, but the best way to get out of this way of thinking is realising all you are obligated to do on this earth is to breathe. thats it. you’re not obligated to be conventionally attractive, you can do whatever you want and look however you want.

trust me. no matter what you look like, there will be people out there who think you’re attractive. humans are a pretty great bunch like that. kind of cheesy, but most flowers don’t look alike, but they’re all pretty beautiful!

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ROSE REVIEWS… THE X-FILES - S1.E5: The Jersey Devil

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I was feeling snarky so decided to unwind with another of my very serious and scholarly X-Files recaps. The Jersey Devil is one of my more favourite S1 episodes because of the number of ridiculous things that happen…but how did it stand up to my vague attempts to quantify my love of this show rigorous scoring rubric? Find out under the cut with gifs and random unconnected observations galore…

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WANDA AGAIN. Yes I know I just like her OK. Copics on Bristol smooth.

This started as a kind of good idea… and became a terrible mistake. I absolutely hate this piece. But I did learn a little bit about myself doing it: better do whatever the fuck you want instead of trying to be somebody else.

I might re-do it digitally since I kinda like the composition and the original idea I had for it.

HongIce AU #2

HongIce AU where Emil lives across the road from a Chinese food place that is run by Leon and his family (So Yao, Mei and so on) and Emil being lazy af regularly gets food from there when he’s home alone or just cba to cook or something and Leon being the way he is starts so not low-key flirting with him and doing dumb stuff like casually asking Emil’s name since ‘if we’re gonna see each other regularly we might as well like, have a conversation or something’ and then they try to socialise n shit and Leon’s basically like ‘lmao anyone ever told you that you’re not good at talking to people’s and Ice just kinda bites his lips and kinda shrinks in to his hoodie and apologises and Leon’s like ‘Nah it’s all good, just try harder next time’ winks, and slips him his number like a smooth little fucker.
So they’re all having a great time with texting n shit and Emil’s honestly just glad to have a friend even if he does find it kinda weird and it’s obvious to every God damn person other than him that that’s not what’s going on. Anyways it all stays pretty platonic much to Leon’s and actually at this point Emil’s disappointment too because yay for developing feelings n whatever till one day Emil calls in at the food place like 'I hate to say this considering that I live right across the road but I’m horribly ill and I really need food I’m gonna need you to deliver and Leon obviously pretty much jUmps at the chance and ends up taking care of a sick Icey who really tries to get him to go back to work but hah no he fails and Leon gets to spend some Quality Time™ with him which is gr8. So a few days later Emil comes back in to the place as usual and feels super indebted and basically asks what he can do to repay him and at first Leon’s like 'lol just keep coming back here stay a regular customer or some shit idk’ but Emil doesn’t feel like that’s enough so Leon decides fuck it let’s go for it and asks him out but is all like 'I understand if you’re like, straight or something lmao’ even though his Gaydar™ has been going off the moment the blonde little fuck walked in to the store. Emil’s pretty surprised by all this of course but he does his usual I’m going to 'shrink into my sweater now’ thing and kinda blushes and manages to fumble around with his words enough to say yes and then they date and it’s super fucking gay and yep that’s how they got together or something the end bye